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#all of my poems are from 1 long vent session
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>:) two of my followers wanted to hear my poems so I am now legally obligated to force everyone to read them(/lh):
There’s a lot of them so I’ll put them under the cut
Poem 1: 
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I should stop bothering you
I should stop staring at messages
I should stop rereading my words
But your every letter comforts me
I can’t help but feel so needy
Ignore me, please, I want to say
But this comfort is the only reason I stay
Don’t go
Don’t stare
I want you to care
I want you for me and
Me, alone.
But I’m so selfish
But I’m so scared
Just…
Stay a while,
Please?
Poem 2:
If I could, I would write so much more
Essays and novels about my stupid love
I would paint the whole sky and draw out my vents
But I can’t since
You’ve tied my hands again.
I still can’t type, can’t breath.
I’ll pick up a pen and drop it again
Not again, not again, not again.
You’re holding my breath
Choking back words
You’ve told me a story
But I’m not sure I heard
Through this rain of tears
These thundering cries
I swear that I love you
But my swears are a lie
Please come back to me
I know you never walked away
But I can’t help but feel
It’s only me. Lonely.
Poem 3: 
Heartsick
Lovesick
My vision is blurred
Heart racing
Blood rushing
I think I might throw up
Soft focus
Bright lights
I can’t see clearly
Rose-tinted glasses
Shattered hearts
I don’t feel like loving again
Poem 4: 
Patience is not my virtue
I hope you understand
I wish that you won’t hate me
After all the lines I drew in the sand
Please understand, I’m scared
Thought that isn’t an excuse
I just want you to respond
I keep hitting refresh
But I can’t bear to read
What you write back to me.
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standbi-ghost · 3 years
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Burning Bridges
Part 4 of the Dying for Dummies series: 1  2  3
Words: 1,564
TW:  detailed gore, implied underaged drinking (though could be replaced with gasoline since it’s not explicitly stated), technically suicide and major character death (is it major character death if he’s already dead-ish and continues to die-ish?)
AO3 as always
A seemingly invisible branch smacked him, like a slap to the face. He bit back a curse as he tenderly rubbed the injured spot. He shot a glare at the offending branch before walking off, shattered ego in hand.
It had been a long day for Dash.
To start off, it was a Tuesday; the worst day, in his humble opinion, of the week. A mockery of the seven-day week system. Mondays always went by quicker than anticipated, maybe because your mind was still laid out on Sunday’s bed and hadn’t fully woken up. Or maybe just because of the bad stigma surrounding the day. Up for debate. Wednesday offered the relief of being smack in the middle, a sign that you were halfway through the week. Plus, how could anyone hate the iconic “pink / hump day”? Thursday’s a reminder of what’s to come. Friday is just around the corner and Thursday was it’s biggest cheerleader, and who could deny a sexy cheerleader? Did he even have to explain the weekend crew? Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the A-listers of the week, but with less criticism and more fun. But Tuesday? Tuesday laughed in the face of students. You’re awake, aware of what’s to come. Tuesday roundhouse kicked you in the gut and called you all kinds of slurs.
Tuesday also marked the date of his Physics exams so he may be a little biased. He could never wrap his head around the subject. Give him a poem to analyze, a historical event to write a report on, hell, even a sonnet to play, but ask him Newton’s laws and he’ll respond with a blank face. It wasn’t like he didn’t study either. He had weekly study sessions at Fentons’ house, and while Danny had been a huge help, that didn’t stop him from failing this exam.
Speaking of Danny.
Their relationship was slowly, but surely, getting better throughout the years. After being dragged to therapy by his family, he’d gathered up the balls to not only stop the tormenting of his fellow peers but formed a well-versed apology- his magnum opus, to Danny. The kid just waved his apology off, as if it were the least of his worries, water under the bridge, but that only served to fuel his need to get closer to him- no one waved off years of bullying that easily.
To say Dash worried for Danny was an understatement. While the bullying ceased at the end of Freshman year, the daily bruises Danny wore didn’t. There was a higher probability of winning the lottery than to catch the kid without some kind of injury.
And he was skinny. Deathly so. Malnourished more likely than not.
It could be neglect. Hopefully not abuse. Dash knew the Fentons were over-indulged in their work, gluttonous even. He really hoped that, amidst all of their work, they set aside time from their children. Ghosts were important, sure, but why have kids if you don’t look after them. And by the looks of Danny-
But Jazz was a different story. She seemed to be the mirror image of her brother, both siblings passionate and wise beyond their age, but that’s where the similarities seemed to end. Jazz was the perfect everything. Perfect student, perfect daughter, she was beautiful and graceful and seemed to light up the world around her. Where Danny was cold and distant, Jazz radiated warmth and greeted everyone with open arms. Where Danny was pale, gaunt, and sharp in his features, Jazz was vibrant, bright, and soft. Jazz was a compassionate canine; Danny a cornered cat.
That alone raised so many more questions. Did the Fentons favor Jazz? Did they feel that Danny hadn’t lived up to the legacy Jazz left behind? Did they hate Danny? It sure seemed like they did. What could Danny- sweet, dopey but kindhearted Danny- have done to garner such fierce hatred towards him? From his parents no less.
He pushed the thoughts away as he trudged past the park’s populated hiking trail into a more obscure one.
One of the activities he picked up from his therapy days was hiking (although hiking was a generous term to describe the early morning and nighttime walks he went on). It allowed him time away from all the drama at school, all his responsibilities. Out here, it was just him and the trees.
He knew these trees better than he knew the bottom of his bed. This coming from the kid who used to be afraid of the monsters in his closet and slept under his bed countless times. Take that as a metaphor if you’d like.
The trees were his family, the trees were his home, the trees listened to his rants and tears and joys all the same. This time venting his frustration over the taunting 50 he’d earned. And they were usually alone, just him and the trees, but Tuesday seemingly had it out for him. Among the trees was the boy inhabiting his thoughts- Danny.
He was dressed in his usual dark jeans and oversized NASA tee, a flannel draped loosely over his arms, threatening to fall at any sudden movement. Combat boots dug into the dirt beneath him with his weight pressed against a Rum Cherry tree, he was the blueprint for nerdy punks across Amity Park. Stealing glances at a notebook held tightly in one hand, he was taking swigs of water out of a pastel pink hydroflask. He looked- peaceful.
Feeling like a creep, Dash continued to watch as he let his notebook fall from his hands as he drunkenly fished in one of his flannel pockets. Horror washed over Dash’s senses as he watched Danny pull out a matchbook and strike one. Mischief lit up his eyes. Before he could take even a single breath, he watched Danny fill his mouth with what he was now convinced was definitely not water, before taking the flame to his lips.
In an instant, flames licked up his face and Dash ran on autopilot. He dug his own water bottle out of his backpack and spent no time rushing up to his burning friend, dousing him in liquid life. Conspicuousness be damned.
“Fuck”
Concern flooded Dash as he took in Danny’s appearance. His face was glazed, like the grease off a re-heated pizza slice. The pepperoni blisters only further drove their likeness. Singed hair wilted only to be pushed back up by a somehow conscious Danny, only to reveal a melting eyeball. Like a goblet of wine, it dripped lazily, hypnotizing Dash for only a moment before feeling a tug deep in his stomach. He was caught in a battle between wanting- no needing to throw up and rushing to help his friend.
He didn’t win.
“Shit, Dash, how long have you been here?” Danny gurgled out, words swishing in his mouth, meaning only salvaged by the sheer luck of Dash’s presence. If he hadn’t been there-
“Dash?!”
Maybe it was because it was his name and it was familiar, but he could’ve sworn his name spilled out in a much clearer light. He didn’t want to look up. He didn’t want to take the chance of throwing up again. Vile still stained his tongue as he asked,
“Are you okay?”
The question was stupid, obviously he wasn’t okay, but it still hung in the air for a few excruciating seconds. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and turned to Danny’s general area and opened his mouth to say something, anything to cut through the ugly tension between them. Danny cut first.
He had the nerve to ask, “Are you okay?” and Dash blanched. He didn’t know what to think of Danny. Was he selfless for asking, or just plain brain dead?
“Am I okay?” he drawled out.
“I mean you kind of just ruined my shoes with your puke, like, how am I s’pose to wash this out?” he said. This time he didn’t imagine it. His words were much easier to decipher. Not oozing with moist vowels and quivering consonants, but clear and coherent thoughts. And, was he teasing him about the throw-up? The same throw-up caused by his near-death experience?
“You set yourself on fire!? In the middle of the park no less! You could’ve died! You could’ve-“ mid-way through his little speech he dared to look up only for the words to die on his lips. Danny looked fine, generally at least. His face was now adorned with light scar tissue where previously dark burns marred his fair skin.
“Uh, that was kind of the point?”
At that, the tug at his stomach returned. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes at the very thought of witnessing Danny’s suicide attempt. It was much worse than he thought.
“Danny-“
“Wait no, that came out wrong.” Danny sighed and ran a shaky hand through his now unkempt, but otherwise fine, hair. “look Dash, you might wanna sit down for this one.” He gestured to the tree he had, just minutes ago, been resting on. He shakily took a seat on one of the tree’s massive jutting roots. Danny followed. In minutes, his view of the world shattered. Everything he thought he knew about ghosts was thrown out the window and he found himself back in school Freshman year, back at seeing a ghost for the first time.
He hated Tuesdays.
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crystal-moon-101 · 4 years
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Ehhhhh, more redesigns/rewrites! The Hong Kong Gang up here. And yes, I added Circe because I see her as part of the squad.
-Cricket-
I tried to make her a little more bug like. Adding a couple more details to the body, adding those palps to her face and changing the white in her eyes to black. Her outfit is slightly different but I changed her hair to a pixie cut, because I thought she'd suit a shorter hair style.
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16 Years Old
5'5 (When she is half cured, she becomes 5'4)
Real name is ‘Chen Tsui’
Because of her strange bug legs, she had to wear very short shorts. She didn't feel comfortable walking around with them on, however. So she ended up also wearing her skirt.
Before she mutated, she lived with her parents. They weren't the greatest of people, both extremely rich and successful in their businesses, expecting the same with their daughter. They constantly put her down and emotional abused her. The moment she became EVO, they kicked her onto the streets.
Use to have long hair, but Skwydd helped her cut and style it to a much shorter length. It was mostly so it didn't get in the way with the amount of jumping she did, but also a little rebellion against her parents. They would never allow such a look.
Excellent chief, food is often a ten out of ten.
Was the only one in the gang, including Rex, who was already in Hong Kong before going EVO.
When she is incredibly happy, the palps on her face will wiggle.
Emotional sponge of the group.
Because of her up bringing, she sometimes just does insane or stupid stuff out of nowhere because things use to be so uptight and strict for her. It strangely relaxes her.
Took her weeks to figure out how to walk with those legs.
Loves candles, especially scented ones.
Has a thing for street boys with a heart of gold (*Cough* *Cough* Rex *Cough* Tuck *Cough*).
Many don't notice it, but her and Skwydd have a sibling like relationship.
-Tuck-
I changed him the least. His original design is very simple so I couldn't think of much to do. I did rough up his shirt a little more, adjust his build and give him a loose belt.
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17 Years Old
6'0 (Later grows to be 6'3.)
Full name 'Tuck Byron Craig'
Leader of The Hong Kong Gang since Rex left.
Before he mutated, he lived with his single father, who was a car mechanic. They were happy together, but sadly, they weren't in the best financial situation. They ended up borrowing money from some dangerous people, and when they couldn't came back they came to their place. A fight broke out, Tuck's father was killed and he ran away, living on the streets ever since, eventually mutating.
When Rex vanished, he spent the longest time looking for him. Skwydd assumed the worst quickly and Cricket gave up after a few weeks, while Tuck looked for months.
No.1 Bro to all.
Quarry had made plans to give Tuck Rex's hold spot, but he trash the idea when he saw that he didn't have the same flare as Rex did.
Because of his father, he knows a lot about mechanics with cars or motorcycles.
The one most likely to want to talk things through than fight if there is a chance (Cricket is too quick on defense, Skwydd doesn't trust easily and Circe many issues.)
God awful at trying to speak another language. Cricket tried teaching him Cantonese, but his pronunciations were way off. He tries, he really does.
Would have gotten his ear pierces if he had ears.
He likes crappy high school films, they always just make him laugh.
He's had a thing for Cricket for a long time, but when it became apparent to him she liked Rex, he didn't make any attempt. But now, in the present, he's began trying since it's clear nothing will come between the two.
-Skwydd-
Small squish boy. Honestly my favorite out of the crew. But anyway, I made his tentacles a little longer, gave him little eyebrow things, a gradient on his hands and gave him a new jacket/jumper.
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15 Years Old
5'6
Real name is ‘Walter Milo Martin’
Emo with a secret soft heart <3.
Before he mutated, he was the child of a young couple who died in an accident, so he was giving to his maternal Grandmother, who was happy to raise him. Bit of an odd child, but he loved his Grandma and had a lovely relationship with her. Even when he turned EVO, she accepted him. However, in her older years she started having heart problems and died one morning. He, of course, called for help, but fled before anyone arrived. He knew very well that being an EVO will get him into trouble. Since then, he's lived on the streets.
He loves art, his favorite form being ink stuff, ironically. Him and Rex like to share drawings, one of the few quiet moments they have with one another.
Has a dorky crush on Circe.
Has a very squishy body and it's honestly nice to hug him, if he allows it.
While his ink spray is his main defense, his does have one nasty bite.
Also, his ink stuff stains, badly.
Has suction cups on his hand/fingers. It's the only way he can hold stuff with them.
Probably listens to My Chemical Romance or piano music.
Knows how the play the flute, a skill learnt from his Grandma.
The one you could vent to for hours without him having to talk too.
Has a really strange bone structure. Like, some parts of him has bones, some don't.
Had to painfully watch the love situation between Rex, Cricket and Tuck on the sidelines.
His real hair is quite long and he learnt early on how to cut, brush and manage hair, even style it. Sadly, he can't really do that anymore, and Cricket hair is too short to style, while Tuck has none. However, sometime after Circe joined and was comfortable enough, she lets him style it for her.
-Circe Kleiss-
You read that right, in this rewrite/reboot/WHATEVER!? Circe is the daughter of Van Kleiss. It was an idea me and my friend came up with, as a way to explain some of her actions and motives, but also for more dramaaaaaa, along with adding onto Van Kleiss's character. Yes, this also means her and Rex knew each other before the Nanite Event. Again, adds more drama. Her outfit changes were to be more practical, especially because of where the Pack lives and sends her on missions. I also made her a little muscular, because this girl has quite the training. Still a bit of a goth girl though.
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16 Years Old
5'8 (Grows to be around 6'0 in her young adult years.)
Fear this girl, she knows how to fight.
She was young when her mother died, roughly four years old, so she doesn't remember her that well. However, her father has always openly talked about her to Circe, so she knows her mother was a lovely person, with a personality that somehow made the cruelest of people smile. Sadly, she died to an untreatable disease, though this is was resulting in Van Kleiss joining the Nanite Project, after learning that it was suppose to prevent illnesses.
Biowulf was her primary training, so they have some respect for each other, but can get snarky at one another.
Her and Breach however? Not that great of a relationship. Circe does feel a little bad, as she understands Breach is not all there, but that doesn't stop them from bickering.
Skalamander and her have a rather peaceful relationship. She appreciates all that he does, even if it's minimal compared to the other two.
You could imagine her shock when she saw Rex, her childhood friend, alive. Gave quite the yelling at her father when she learns he never told her this.
Her and Cricket like to have little make up session, even if Cricket doesn't keep hers on afterwards.
She's really good a writing, often making little poems or short stories here and there. Horror is a favorite of hers.
In the past, her and Rex were the only kids around the labs during the Nanite Project. You can imagine the trouble they caused.
She has trouble standing up for herself, but lord forbid you say something about her friend.
She likes to watch murder mysterious, often getting really into the story and making predictions all the time.  
Has the least knowledge of online culture.
Has a giant EVO worm thing as a pet (This one is actually in the show).
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doctormelapples · 7 years
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I want every personal
Sorry this took so long
1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
erm, idk but I can list some of my favs? how about “Mr. Know-It-All” by Young The Giant, “Brain Stew” by Green Day, “Swimming Pool” by The Front Bottoms, “Tokyo Narita (Freestyle)” by Halsey and Lido, “Big Jet Plane” by Angus & Julia Stone, and “Doo Wop (That Thing)” by Lauryn Hill
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
Do they have to be alive?? How about Beyonce Twin #2
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
I’m sitting right next to a bookshelf wtf. Okay the first book only had a line 12, Book 2: “…glittering sceptres. These shones so brightly September had to shade her..”
4: What do you think about most?
I see photo opprotunities when I walk? like if I’m walking past a house I see the exact angle that I would take a picture of it with and what the frame and coloring would turn out to be? does that count?
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
Text or sc?? cuz idk on either tbh sc:goals text:theenks
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Clothes
7: What’s your strangest talent?
I have none, so like,,
8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)
Girls are beautiful, Boys are beautiful, and so is everyone else
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
lol no
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
like yesterday probs
11: Do you have any strange phobias?
Strange? idk
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
When I was a child,,, marble
13: What’s your religion?
who’s that
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
being sad or taking pictures
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
behind absolutely
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
jesus christ
17: What was the last lie you told?
I have a headache
18: Do you believe in karma?
sort of, like maybe not the textbook definition but I do think that you get what you give to some extent
19: What does your URL mean?
listen,,, okay Doctor is because i like doctor who and melapples is a dan and phil reference, okay, i made it when i joined tumblr, I was young and unknowing, okay
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
weakness: I’m too emotionally soft; strength: whom’st’d’ve
21: Who is your celebrity crush?
Does phil count, phil counts? It’s Phil
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
almost
23: How do you vent your anger?
ahah, to the world and through tears tbh
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
I used to collect izze + snapple tops, then got bored
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
video chatting, I like seeing facial expressions
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
whom?
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
It took me FOREVER to think of a sound I hate, and like i had sounds i love when my fingers hit the keys. sound I hate: Fork schreeching on a plate; sound I love: laughs, soft sounds of fingers on skin, leaves crunching as you wak in autumn, or snow in the winter, wind, papers fluttering
28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
What if I had stayed at my old school
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
well not really, but aliens absolutely, like, there is no way the universe is so fucking big, and there isn’t life outside of earth
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
My window frame; a notebook
31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
somebody is making pasta downstairs
32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
what kind of worst? cuz like I believe that no matter where you go you can always get something out of it. Let’s go with my racist ass school
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
EAST
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
idk harry styles?
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
42?
how about: to know, be, see, and do what you want
36: Define Art.
Life
37: Do you believe in luck?
kinda like the same way I belive in karma
38: What’s the weather like right now?
It’s been rainy all day and we just had a rainbow. It’s cleared up now
39: What time is it?
1:23:09 AM
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
no
41: What was the last book you read?
A graphic novel called March about John Lewis
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
yeah actually
43: Do you have any nicknames?
lila bean
44: What was the last film you saw?
Wonder Woman pretty sure
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
all of the skin on my leg was scraped off once so
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
I’ve had a beautiful butterfly land on me during a meditation session once
47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
strawberry milkshakes
48: What’s your sexual orientation?
I’m pan bro
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
yes rip how fun
50: Do you believe in magic?
in my hopes and dreams
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
no, I’m really bad at holding longterm grudges but you better fucking run for at least two weeks if u piss me off
52: What is your astrological sign?
scoooorrrrrppppiiiiooooo
53: Do you save money or spend it?
i save money highkey short term and mass spend it
54: What’s the last thing you purchased?
A swimsuit. oh shit no wait strawberry syrup for milkshakes
55: Love or lust?
lust
56: In a relationship?
damn i wish
57: How many relationships have you had?
3
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
nope
59: Where were you yesterday?
crying in bed all day tbh
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
my comforter that I’m sitting on lowkey has pink flowers on it
61: Are you wearing socks right now?
listen,,, fuck socks okay no
62: What’s your favourite animal?
cats homie
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
laugh at their jokes + be a pleasant person
64: Where is your best friend?
idk probably sleeping somewhere tbh
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
i don’t pay enough attention soz
66: What is your heritage?
like,,? My dad is from finland probably but otherwise i have no idea, all my family tree has is slavery so
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
fuck dude crying
68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?
smith
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
hell yes
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
idk i hope so
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
i like can’t really swim that well so like probably get the attention of someone who can and get the dog saved then go to work. but fuck that job tho
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
nah bro, i would try and accomplish everything i wanted, travel, be happy with family, and make friends happy, not afraid
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
trust
74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
bills by lunchmoney lewis
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
or not?
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
trust, communication, known goals
77: How can I win your heart?
idk bro its pretty easy out here a-fucking-pparently
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
yeah for sure
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
Join theatre
80: What size shoes do you wear?
9.5 or 10
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
rip in pieces
82: What is your favourite word?
antidisestablishmentarianism
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
the image of the organ tbh
84: What is a saying you say a lot?
lit, tbh, rip, wild
85: What’s the last song you listened to?
star by brockhampton
86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?
pink rn, it was just green, i fluctuate
87: What is your current desktop picture?
a picture i took of a car mirror in a violet sunset
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
trump probs but only if he is right next to pence that bitch will not be president
89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
why are you sad
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
FUCKING RUN DUDE CLIMB OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW FUCK THAT SHIT NO GET OUTTA MY FACE FUCK
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
elements my dude. if I had to pick which one it would be wind probs
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
The half-hour where I thought I fell in love with someone before they broke up w me a week later
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
no
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
RIHANNA
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Prague 
96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
probably, but not that i know of
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
omg yes don’t remind me
98: Ever been on a plane?
yups a few times
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
damn y y’all listening to me?
probs something like “jesus christ just shut up and listen to each other speak without jumping to fucking conclusions and preconceived notions of what other people are like kay?”
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