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my questions are:
1. do you prefer tumblr, facebook, twitter, or instagram?
2. do you have any fetishes? if so share them.
3. favorite band/song?
4. if you could style/color your hair any way posible, what would you do?
5. orientation/your love life right now:
2. Nope xD I don't think so.
3.Currently is Safe or Sorry by Vaski
4. Oh god.. I'm still working on that.
5. MMMM :I
Le update#1Man, this week has been both fabulous, tiring, but left with a slice of paranoia.
I'm extremely close to passing all of my standard tests in Algebra 1A, meaning that I'll have smooth sailing into Algebra 1B after the next two weeks. So that pent up stress is finally withering away and I can do more relaxing than anxiety and overachieving.
Today I learned that I supposedly am charming, so on a random note that's pretty uplifting from the fact that I sound like a child who's being stepped on when I try raising my voice. Which leads to my transition thing; and I am so psyched about Tuesday when I get to give myself my second shot -- like oh my god, shooting myself up with man which sounds sexual but it's laughable. 8u But on that topic: it's really weird because my jaw,collar bones, hips, and shoulder blades are like way more defined than they used to be. and that's like.. really strange to me, but I like it. But other than that, I've not noticed much at all which is to be expected in suc
Devious Journal EntryWoah-- journals you caught me by surprise there.
Anyways, I don't know how active I'll be this weekend due to a certain super awesome event today. I'm kidnapping Jay one of my best friends to coffee and he will be the first person on the internet who I will meet in person and I am very excited about that hnnng. 8I
kjfdhkjgfdhg :iconlazydanceplz: I don't know what emotion this is
//stealing this pass-it-on because feelsI rarely do this anymore, but oh my god it hit me right in the feels; via Dashing-Tophat
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this.
You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing,
Kyle's ocs - part1Felix: Angsty demon asshole who doesn't sleep and is kind of banned from hell because he's too much of a psychofuck. So far the most forever-alone oc I have and the oldest many have tried to pair him with their ocs and have failed because it's just too weird 8u
Location: Probably NY
Vincent (Vinny): Not quite as angsty little brother of Felix and quite more sane. Though he still is a dirty little asshole because he's a demon and likes to hurt people. He and Felix do not stand on common ground whatsoever from day one of their being aware of one another's existence; he never really liked Felix because of his neurotic and strange attitude and eventually was pushed to the point of brutally maiming Felix and they had been avoiding one another since.
Location: Probably Canada
Travis: This wee fello
I shouldn't be allowed IMsMe: fate doesn't exist :'u
Friend: well, you can't make people like you forever.
Me: you dont need to. People come and go ALL THE TIME in life, it's perfectly normal. It's the ones who stay that matter
Friend: that makes me feel better.
Me: it should
Me: I'm never gonna go :u no matter what
Me: we are tight like
Me: shiloh's ass-- //shot dead off the world over the stars and now lives on Pluto forever and ever
NEW ACCOUNT WEEEIt's like moving into a new house, it's all empty and..well just empty. But my very first post will be of a collab that Emma and I have made (*are making) and it'll hopefully be up tonight before my bedtime.
But I just want to thank all of you who followed me over and we can make this our house because you're still all of my fancy babies. :'y <3 And since I didn't continue with the "Fancy" title, I certainly won't mind if you'd just call me Kyle.
Please read.Back whenever I started hitting the front page of DeviantArt, abit after I'd turned fourteen I admit that my ego popped up a notch. And not just one, mind you. No I was both surprised and in awe that some kid like me could end up taking up space in a place where only masterpieces and loved pieces were seen. And honestly, it stuck out like a sore thumb because seriously, My art isn't that good. I was blindfolded by pride in belief that I could actually go somewhere with what I had. But after awhile, pressure began to set in and I felt that more was expected of me and I couldn't meet those expectations. I'd never been exposed to constructive or negative criticism before that point; so I admit full heartedly that I acted out of line and childishly. Which led to people being angry and hurt by my stupidity, and I am sorry. It should have never happened, and I promise that it won't ever again.
So as time pressed on, I began to get desperate,
Black Rabbit - Part six"But... You said you loved me..." I whimper. He just looks at me with careless eyes; the same eyes that used to show me compassion and instill the greatest joy in me. The eyes that had just wandered across my naked virgin skin last night and took in every detail. He shrugs with the shoulders my arms used to perch on when we hugged.
"Listen kid, I just wanted to bang you." He scoffs, almost in a laugh. I couldn't believe that it was the same voice that comforted me softly, saying it wouldn't hurt as he stole my innocence away from me.
I feel the tears come on, but everything else in me is numb. There is a lump in my throat, and I can't speak. It doesn't matter though, since I have no words to say. Without another word, he just walks away. It can't be though. I want to reach out and grab his shirt, maybe pull him back into my world.
"No!" I suddenly yelp. And he turns back. That moment right there was the last time I remember even seeing him. His blonde hair falling ever so perfectly in
Black Rabbit - Part sevenThe late October breeze shifted leaves across the sidewalks and roadways, which were usually empty. But tonight, they were filled with children in colorful costumes and teenagers looking to make some trouble. It was Halloween. And every dressed up child that Casey passed made him regret where he was driving even more. Shiloh had somehow pulled him into going trick or treating today, which was nearly impossible for someone to do. The raven absolutely hated trick or treating and hadn't done it since he was around the age of ten. But, Casey just couldn't say no to Shiloh. Maybe it was his baby blue eyes, staring into whatever goodness was left in his soul. Or perhaps it was the simple fact that Casey was growing very fond of the boy. Their agreement was that they he would go trick or treating with Shiloh just as long as he didn't wear a costume.
But as Casey pulled up to the quaint second story house on the hill, he couldn't help have a hunch that he would actually be in a costume sometim
Black Rabbit - Part eightThe morning light filtered through the soft baby blue curtains and cast a warm light across the cozy bedroom and onto the bed that usually just had one pink topped boy curled up innit. But this morning, a snake bitten rabbit held him close as they both slept ever so soundly. Unlike every other time that Casey woke up with a boy in the same bed, this was a pure, sweet kind of cuddle. As they lay there sleeping, Shiloh had his face pressed into Casey's chest, and the raven's face was submerged in Shiloh's soft, candy hair. Eventually, the taller of the two slowly came to. He looked up to the window, and then back down to what he had just brought his face up from. When he saw it was Shiloh though, his emerald eyes widened slowly and in one swift movement, he rolled out of the bed.
"No... no no no no no. Fuck... why did I..." he whispered, slowly crawling away from the bed.
Of course, the whore thought he had sex with Shiloh the previous night, but didn't notice that he was still dressed i
Black Rabbit - Part elevenNearly a month had passed and not many visits were made really.
It was early December now and Shiloh had been at the library daily. Going there in the early morning and leaving in the late evening; studying had become a crucial thing for him ever since his auntie had come home for November and left a few days before now. She's always been so stern and concrete when it came to the boy's schooling and education. It took about fifteen minutes to get at least halfway home from the now closed library, which was cozy and an old white building, at least in daylight. Now, it would have looked more like a ghost house.
Shiloh said goodbye to the librarian before he left, his caution sign messenger bag shouldered and his mittens pulled over his dainty little fingers as he began walking home, hesitantly. It was soon too dark for him to see the ground anymore, and he could feel little droplets of water sprinkling down onto him. But he didn't take too much heed to it, just water.
Casey, of course, w
Black Rabbit - Part fiveThe school courtyard only had about a dozen other students. Just mucking about; talking about their general idiotic things that went right over Shiloh's head as he wandered over to one of the few trees and sat in the grass beneath it. Blades of grass folding awkwardly and brushing against his puffy checkered pants. He hadn't seen his friend much today and it was already lunch hour. The boy never really realized just how lonely school was till today since they'd normally spent nearly all of their time together. Though there were some times that Casey would go off without saying why or where Shiloh never really questioned it though.
It's not like Casey had no friends before him anyways.. But Shi had just grown so
attached to him and couldn't fight the often sense of jealousy that'd developed towards said friends.
Leaves rustled above him due to a light but chilled breeze that swept along the school's roof. The thing that caught a nearby pair of hazel eyes was Shiloh's hair. T
So I've noticed that so many people are having such a rough time. Just being upset or going through some upsetting things, or just being down in general. And it really honestly upsets me alot: especially since I'm referring to alot of my close or not so close, friends.
I wish that there was a way for me to console or help every single one of you, because I care so much; and you and honestly nobody deserves to have negative feels.
Why am I writing all this?
Because I love you. All of you.
To be honest, I see most people as friends unless they give me reason to not.
B-but, if anyone needs an ear to listen; or in this case, eyes to read. Feel free to rant all you like here, or you could jsut comment or note me. I'm a pretty good listener. ;7;
Black Rabbit - Part four"Out! Everyone out!" Casey yelled from the top of the stairs. He was absolutely pissed at himself. This whole thing was a stupid idea. Not only did he jeopardize his best and only friendship, but Shiloh's house was absolutely trashed. Of course, no one could really hear him over the music, so the teen had to use force. He roughly pushed people out of the way of the stereo, and abruptly turned it off. "I SAID EVERYONE FUCKING OUT. NOW." he screamed.
With grunts and complaints, most of the teenagers left, but Casey then had to go upstairs and chase some kids out of bedrooms and bathrooms. Once the house was completely empty except for Shiloh and himself, Casey let himself fall on the couch. He was riddled with regret and guilt, and the dark thoughts began to creep back into his mind. He wanted to die for what he did to Shiloh, even though he had done much worse before. "I can't believe I did that to Shiloh. MY Shiloh." Casey muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. But it took him a second
Black Rabbit - Part nineLater that night, Casey had left Shiloh's house, saying he had to go home. But sure enough, his car pulled up into the boy's driveway the next morning to give the pinky a ride to school. The whole way there though, he couldn't help thinking about that sweet morning they spent together and the kiss they shared at the park. The scenes just replayed in his head over and over again, and every time, his stomach felt fluttery. As he sat there in Shiloh's driveway, waiting for him to come out, he just let his head fall back on the headrest of his seat and smiled warmly. Even though the chill of autumn slowly crept into the car and through his thin sweater, those memories just made him feel oh so warm.
The pinky soon came out of his house and ran up to the car; his thick pink hair bouncing with his steps as he got in and sat beside Casey in the passenger's seat.
"Hi Casey~ How're you?" Shi asked with his lips curled into a sweet smile as he buckled himself in and pulled his hands into his bunn
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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