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You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

Care to debate abortion?

Nah

Lottie is Gay and Doesn’t Know It

1. She is exclusively attracted to princes, despite having never met one.

She won’t even DANCE with boys at her party who aren’t princes despite thinking they’re good boys who would treat girls well (she advises the boy she doesn’t want to dance with to find someone eager to dance with him, rather than tell him to go home).

To me this comes across as her choosing “prince” as the ideal that she finds attractive solely because it’s theoretical, the imaginary Perfect Boy who doesn’t exist. This is common among young people who aren’t exposed to homosexuality but don’t feel attraction to people like they’re “supposed” to.

2. She’s never comfortable around Naveen, always thinking about things that have or could go wrong.

Part of this self-consciousness is obviously because he’s a fake, but even when she’s set for marriage and all her dreams are coming true she’s antsy and upset and lashes out at her dad while trying to over-please the fake Naveen.

She also glances nervously at the priest right before the pronunciation, as though still dwelling on things that could go wrong rather than her happy moment–and this is the scene in which she’s been the MOST visibly relaxed with the prince.

She’s realized something’s wrong with HER not feeling attracted to the prince, despite him being “perfect” for all intents and purposes, and she doesn’t know why that is.

3. She doesn’t kiss Naveen right away despite saying in the opening that she’d kiss 100 frogs if it meant becoming a real princess.

Tiana interrupts her sure but only AFTER she’s been counting and recounting Naveen’s story back to him. She’s stalling because she doesn’t want to lock herself into another marriage with someone she’s not attracted to.

4. She doesn’t actually want to marry a prince, she just wants to be a princess. When she’s proposed to she barely pays any attention to her rapidly-transforming, lying fiancee because she’s so enamored with the image of herself as royalty. She actually shoves him away.

5. She’s absolutely in love with Tiana and still doesn’t know it.

She compliments Tiana more than any man in the film. She respects all of Tiana’s life decisions even if she doesn’t even slightly understand them because of their different perspectives, supports her dream of a restaurant even if she doesn’t share it, and is willing to give up potential romance with a prince, the thing she has dreamed about all her life, at the drop of a hat to comfort a humiliated Tiana.

And then there’s this line.

Charlotte La Bouff is only actually willing to kiss a prince if it means her best friend Tiana’s dreams will all come true.

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last night i had the weirdest fucking dream and i lowkey might write a story about it lol

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Space Mermaids

I whipped my head around, before brushing it off. I thought I heard someone singing. Singing so beautiful, like I've never heard before. But that wasn't possible. I was alone in this space station. So obviously I was imagining things, right?

But I heard it again a few minutes later. It sounded far away, like they weren't in the space station. And sound didn't, couldn't, travel through space. As I turned to look outside the window for the hundredth time that day, my heart almost stopped.

Floating out there, was what seemed to be a mermaid, in space. I blinked, and she was gone. But I heard that beautiful singing again, singing a melody I've never heard before. Pleasant, but somewhat off-kilter. I involuntarily, as if someone took control, stepped closer to the window, desperate to catch a glimpse of the space mermaid once again.

I quickly changed into my space suit, determined to find the source of that singing. I attached the various harnesses to my suit so that I wouldn't float away, and went outside into the vastness of space. The singing seemed louder now. Closer. I turned around as I surveyed my surroundings, or lack thereof. The Earth seemed to have disappeared. But that didn't matter, as I spotted the mermaid.

She was the most graceful thing I have seen. I couldn't stop looking from her, even if I wanted to, I just couldn't. I wanted to get closer to her. No, needed. Without thinking, I unbuckled myself from the harness. No way of going back to the space station now. All I had was my space suit. But, all that seemed unimportant, unnecessary, because I knew once I was wrapped in her arms, I was safe.

I slowly drifted to her through space, and seemed to arrive faster as her song came closer to the climax. I could see her in full detail now, and she was even more alluring now. I knew once I was in her arms, all my worries would wash away. The song enveloped me, pushing away thoughts of the space station, of Earth, of home. Because home was in her arms, and I was almost there.

The off-kilter melody quickened, and her mouth curved as she saw that I was fighting to get closer. I knew why she was smiling. It was because she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with me. Because deep down I knew that I've been searching for her, and her for me, and we were finally victorious. At last I touched her, the song exploded around us as it reached the climax, and I looked into her eyes.

I was trapped in her embrace. No way of escaping. That didn't matter though. I was struggling to get the helmet of my suit off, so I could kiss her. I need to feel the warmth of her lips against mine, and mine against hers. She started floating again, pulling me along, her song never faltering. We were traveling fast, faster than the speed of light. To where, I don't know. That didn't matter. I was finally home.

Even with having to pull me along, her singing continued, stronger even. Nothing seemed to intimidate her. But, as her off-kilter song came to an end, so did our trip. We stopped. Stars surrounded us, and there right in front of us, is what looked to be absolutely nothing.

Oblivion. Maybe once before I would have been worried. But not now. Now I was safe. I finally got the helmet of my space suit off. The fact I couldn't breathe, the fact that it was so unforgivingly cold, didn't bother me. All that mattered was kissing her.

I turned toward her and there was this gleam in her eyes. An almost dangerous one. But that was quickly forgotten as triumph lit up her face, as she smiled entirely showing off her teeth. Her perfectly pointed teeth, tinted red. That didn't matter though. I shoved forward blindly, when I finally placed my lips on hers. But hers were cold, possessive. And that snapped me out of my trance.

I realized what I've done and pulled back. What has happened. There was no end of space in sight, my space station, and the Earth, no where near us. I turned back towards her. My vision was blurring. I was having a hard time holding my breath. As I stared in horror at her, her beautiful face transformed into a horrifying creature of the stars. Something that's never set foot on Earth. Her nails lengthened, the end of her tail sharpened, little teeth seeming to line the end of the fin.  Her teeth sharpened even more, her smile taking on a deadly edge.

Her clawed hands yanked me roughly, as panic set in. Because of the situation, because I had no idea where we were, because I couldn't fucking breathe. And it was all my fault.

She dragged me harshly through space towards that oblivion. Dragging me faster and faster. I was absolutely helpless against. She had unnatural strength, more than what should have been possible. There was nothing I could do, she just kept dragging me, and I was helpless against her. I was trembling now, trying with everything I had to get away from her. We were nearly to it.

She finally let go of me. She shoved me into the oblivion, and the darkness seemed to grab at me with invisible hands. Pulling me back, back, back. The darkness started to obscure my vision, the space mermaid already floating away, probably looking for another victim to lure. I struggled against the invisible hands, but I was slowly losing consciousness. I gave up. I opened my mouth to scream, but those hands silenced it. They shoved down my throat. I tried screaming, for anyone, anything. My heartbeat slowed, my breathing shortened, and my eyelids fluttered. I clawed at my neck, trying to at least get a semblance of a scream out, but that only worked to quicken my fate.

Because out in oblivion is a dangerous peace. Silence. Because out in oblivion, no one can hear you scream.

that moment when you’re trying to write a kiss but the most action you’ve gotten is when your friend kissed you for a tiktok and you weren’t expecting it so you just kinda froze there bc your brain stopped working for five seconds, and then we were all laughing, and then you asked to see the video

hahahahahahaha, dw it’s all okay

i just need help writing shit

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Based off of two of @linhamon-roll’s keefex posts, so thank him for giving me the idea to do this lol

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TO EVERYONE SAYING THEY'RE INSECURE ABOUT THEIR WRITTING:

I've been seeing a lot of people reposting their insecure about their writting and its really sad because ik for a FACT most of you write BEAUTIFULLY. So I just wanted to send some motivation because writting is hard, and writers deserve love. You guys are literally creating ENTIRE REALITIES with your imaginations . Wether it be fan ficts, short story writers, etc., You are giving us a key into experiencing the world from a different perspective. Your craft is an escape, your craft is inspiring. Its always good to want to be better, but please appreciate the work you're doing RIGHT NOW. It may not seem like much, but your stories are so much more than just words in a page. Its the adventure we never experienced, its the worlds we never got to see. Writers please, whatever you write, I want to assure you today it IS good enough. Because you bled your thoughts into the page, because you were brave enough to create. Writting doesnt have to be perfect, for perfection is nothing but a myth, writting just needs to exist. Insecurity is normal but let me tell you today, your writting is worth it, your ideas are worth it, your work is worth it.

Writers, keep your heads high, continue to poor your soul into your words and know you never have to punish yourself for creating

Much love for all of you