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When you go to a haunted house, it may seem like you’re being funny by trying to scare the actors or jump out at them when you go through a second time, but guess what? ITS NOT FUNNY.

You pay us to scare you. It is your choice to go, so don’t fucking go through if you’re going to ignore the rules and get too close to the actors as a ‘joke’.

These bruises happened because over the course of 4 hours, several people ignored the instructions that CLEARLY stated that they were to wait in the front room until told otherwise. Rather than listen, they ran into the next room and slammed into me- effectively throwing me into the wall. This didn’t only happen once. It happened ten times at LEAST.

Then we had this asshole who thought that once I ‘died’ for the haunt, he could pretend to kick me to see if I’d moved. I, being used to people abusing me- jumped back and slammed my head into the concrete wall.

YOU ARE NOT FUNNY BY BEING RUDE AT A HAUNTED HOUSE. WE ARE PAID ACTORS THAT YOU CHOOSE TO COME AND SEE PERFORM. YOU PAY US TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, SO DONT HIT US WHEN WE DO

I feel that this is relevant considering it is October and more Haunted Houses are opening up. I know it seems funny to scare the ‘monsters’ but all you do is hurt real people. So stop.

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The demise of Vine is drawing closer. I couldn’t stand the thought of all those cat videos out there being lost to the abyss, so I gathered a few (i.e. nearly 50) of my favourites.

I hope you enjoy this compilation of cats and kittens being funny, silly, or just plain adorable.

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Coooooolll!!!!!

This is what happens when a bubble freezes

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Ok way funnier than I thought.

“anakin, what do you have?”

“a wife!”

“NO!”

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… Was a friend

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If this isn’t big Remus Sanders energy then I don’t know what is

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WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS WEBSITE!?!?!?!?

#omegle #wtf is wrong with this website #bts

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@shyblook-teh-ghost Truest statement. The classes were ridiculous. (We went to the same school) Up to 10 fucking classes a day. Thank god I just graduated. My work hours are about as crazy but at least I'm getting paid now.

wtf are bathroom passes

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“Made ya look!”

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Very well written. Loved it 💜❤💙

Sewing needles

Warnings: Abuse, physical abuse, transphobia, alcohol mention, the first few paragraphs are angsty but it goes uphill from there.

Ship: Analogince

Plot: Logan had a rocky upbringing that gave him a few scars, Virgil is getting comfortable in his identity, and Roman is just trying to live his best life. (Logan-centric for the most part)

(Demisexual!Virgil) (Trans!Logan) (Pansexual!Logan)

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How I imagine life was like for the dark sides before Virgil joined Roman, Patton and Logan.

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Aww this is so cute!! 💙💜❤��💛

This ‘campfire’ business

Well, @confusedbutamusedlolo chose 7, so i present to you: Number seven on my completed oneshot list.

Word count: ~1000

Pairings: Y'know what, I’m not sure. Probably DLAMP? Idk.

T/Ws: kinda sympathetic Deceit, just, minor Deceit

I don’t want to sound, y'know, but if you see this, please reblog it, or even just leave a comment? Im getting less and less notes on my fics and its pretty disheartening, its difficult to keep going if it seems like no one cares. I’m sorry, but, yeah….

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“Patton,” Logan exclaimed as the side in question pulled him towards the imagination, “you do realize that we could just conjure some 'roasted marshmallows’.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Roman bellowed from where he was charging towards the sparkling door at the end of the hall.

This 'campfire’ business must really be something special, Logan thought to himself. He didn’t quite see the appeal himself; hot, smokey, outside, it didn’t exactly sound his idea of perfect. Virgil seemed to share this opinion, but, of course, he always slouched and looked at the ground, so who knows?

Logan placed his hand gently on his arm and pulled his hand out of his pocket, clasping it tightly. Virgil offered him one of those curled lip smiles, and Logan managed to give him a grin in return. We can do this, his eyes said, as if this were some enormous mission.

Can we? Virgil’s eyes replied with a nervous twitch of the eyebrows.

For them, Logan replied, glancing forwards to Patton and Roman.

Then Logan felt a tug on his hand as Virgil stopped in the doorway to imagination. There was a small orange glow in the distance that reflected in his wide eyes. “Fire,” he whispered in a shaky voice.

Logan squeezed his hand gently, mimicking and act that he had seen Patton perform a million times before. It seemed to work, as Virgil gazed up at him with a weak smile, the instinctual fear still lingering in his eyes.

“Im sure Roman has it under control,” he whispered, gently tugging Virgil into Roman’s realm, breathing in the soft breeze and smelling the tang of the smoke and feeling that warmth in his heart that he would forever deny was there at seeing Roman and Patton sitting next to the fire.

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“Marshmallow time!” Roman yelled, as the fire began to die down into a glowing mound of embers, spitting sparks into the sky. He grabbed a stick and shoved the aforementioned candy on the end.

Logan stood back as the others did the same. How did they all just, know what to do?

By observing, he saw how one was supposed to hold the marshmallow near the fire, in order to melt it, and presumably melted marshmallow tasted better than it’s solid counterpart? There was only one way to find out.

So he took up a stick and copied the others, holding it near the flames, when it hit him. “This is all basically thermo dynamics,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “Practical science.”

“Hm?” Patton looked up at him, the fire throwing strange shadows onto his face and reflecting in his eyes, making him glow.

“You see, you don’t want to hold it in the actual flames,” Logan explained. He saw out of the corner of his eye how Virgil subtly brought his marshmallow slightly further from the centre. “They’re too hot for it to cook all the way through. You want the embers, they’re more-

"Ah-ha!”

Logan turned to look as Roman pulled his stick out of the fire, with his marshmallow still aflame on the end.

“Toasted? Roman. That is cremated.”

The creative side blew on the flames until they revealed a smokey, black ball of burnt sugar. Logan grimaced. Roman rolled his eyes and pinched the black coat with his forefinger and thumb, pulling it away, bringing a blob of melty white goop with it, to reveal an unmelted white blob on the end of his stick which he promptly stuck back into the fire to repeat the process.

“You see, Specs,” he announced grandly though a mouthful of melted fluff, “this way, you get the melt, you get it faster, and you get it multiple times.”

“I suppose,” Logan huffed, frowning slightly, not moving his stick any closer to the fire, revelling in the fact that Virgil didn’t either.

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After they had all eaten their fill of the melted sugar, the four of them just sat around the embers and relaxed into the sounds of the forest and the chill of the night air and the warmth of the fire.

Logan stared at the sky. If the night sky were a pond, the moon would be a white rose petal floating on the still water, and the stars would be little blossom petals of some kind of another.

The big dipper was there above them, glowing spots of light making up the handle and the scoop of the enormous celestial spoon. Logan as sure that, if given the chance and the energy, Roman would make up some story about how that spoon once scooped up some sugar from an enormous sugar bowl, then sprinkled it across the universe to scatter the scars across the sky.

He felt the bursts of heat on his face as Roman raked at the embers that still glowed like the sun with a small stick, throwing golden light onto his face, making him look, youthful, regal.

Logan breathed a deep breath through his nose and learned back on his hands. He gasped a little as he felt Virgil shift his weight slightly on his chest, his eyes still closed in a serene looking sleep. He felt Patton still hugging his arm closely “because its cooooooold”.

Then Patton shifted a little, turning towards the mindscape. “Look who came,” he muttered sleepily but excitedly.

Turning around, Logan saw Deceit walking towards them somewhat hesitantly. “I smelled smoke and sugar, like i wasn’t going to come,” he said with a smirk.

“There are some marshmallows over there, that is, if Roman has left any,” Logan offered. Roman scowled playfully at him. “Help yourself.”

Deceit took a marshmallow from the bag and skewered it on the end of a stick, holding it close to the embers as he curled against Roman’s side. He seemed to favour Logan’s method, a the marshmallow turned slowly from pale pink to pure gold.

They sat there until the sun rose the next morning, curled up against eachother like cats against the chill of the night air, feeling eachother’s warmth, listening to eachother’s breathing, drifting in and out of sleep.

They had been right, Logan thought, this 'campfire’ business really was something special.

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I knew for a fact i'd g a lot of Beetlejuice gifs if I typed in my name

Reblog, type in your name on the gif thing, and choose the gif that’s the most relatable.

#long post

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I can't believe I feel for this shit 😂😂

i can’t believe i fell for it