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The "Perfect" Husband1. Have a job: Be the provider, nature demands it.
2. 9-5: Work a full day and make sure to come home from work for dinner.
3. Communication: feel free to "talk" (complain) to wife. It is, what they're supposed to do, listen and not speak.
4. Make yourself comfortable: Your wife went to all the trouble of fixing up the home, make sure she has a busy day tomorrow by kicking your feet up and relaxing all day/night long!
5. Don't get up: Your wife Lives to serve you! If you get up to get a snack, she isn't doing her job! You shouldn't let this happen!!
6. Rule of the remote: You bring home the bacon, therefore its your remote. Changing the channel to what you wish to watch is fun for the whole family!
7. Be a man: You must be swift as a coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!!
8. Make suggestions, to improve household life: Is your dinner a bit cold? The sandwich not to your l
3 and 4 gossip on omegleYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hey ;3
Stranger: hey 4
You: have u seen 9?
Stranger: I think he is next to 8
You: D: u sure
You: i herd rumor about 789
Stranger: well he could have left with 6
You: hmm true..
You: i herd 1 and 2 are still at it :<
You: well and 6 is for 9
Stranger: possible those low numbers just dont know when to stop
You: u got that right
You: and 5 that little hoar
Stranger: well i couldnot say
Stranger: well i dont know 5 well enough
You: :< aw
You: but yeah..
You: poor 6,
You: 7 have eye on 9 now..
Stranger: yes 9 isnt interested?
You: ugh ikr
You: i think he still wanna be on the whole 69 thing
You: but wut about 0
You: 0 all alone D
Stranger: well hes nothing
You: O: no way.
You: i herd that 10 is 0 and 1's kid
You: i tihnk 6
kiii...Arguing, arguing, arguing, why are they yelling? They keep yelling, Rip did us no harm, she helped us. Arguing, Arguing, they keep yelling. Not they, no, not them, Claude he's yelling. Rip doesn't like him yelling, arguing arguing.
Why can't we be a normal family?
why can't we be normal?
why can't we be
we're not normal, we're not anything. We're not supposed to exist
Why do we then?
Not all of us are made from the same thing, and not all of us were made. Claude he's more than a bunch of stitches, he's more than what he is he's a fighting machine Miss Emm is mostly gears Rip is apparently human and Spike a robot
" I Wonder What It Would Be To Destroy Them "
"We don't destroy family "
"Get It Through Your Head Boy, You Have No Family, You Are Nothing, You Are Simply Here To Do As I Say "
"I must have a purpose that is why I was made like the rest of them I MUST have a pu
Day 5: letter to a strangerDear stranger at the restaurant,
I'd be glad to listen to your story. Sir you are a gifted story teller, I feel as if I'm right there.
That was a very interesting story, thank you for telling me. No actually, we don't live in this city, we're here upon recommendation of my Aunt.
This food IS pretty good! thank you for recommending it mister!
Well sir, it seems you have to go, it was a pleasure talking to you.
I hope you do meet up with the people your looking for.
I hope you do make it to that party.
Mostly, I hope you get cured of your sickness, the world needs more story tellers like you sir, it's a shame that your voice is gone...
The Mexican girl on the opposite booth.
Day 4: letter to my dreamsDear subconscious me,
You have given me many ideas, some good, and some bad. Out of anybody or anything you've been around the longest, and gone the longest just the same. Each one of the dreams has been unique, each one worth a mention to other people, just please let me remember you.
I miss you when your gone
See ya tonight~
Day 3: the SiblingDear Jr,
Please do your big sister a favor and don't grow up being a spoiled poser brat.
I yell, I ground you, and I act like more of a parent than of our parents do most of the time. However, that't because I don't want you to end up like one of those bullshit rappers who make it big once, then become the whores of the musical world. Or, working as some underpaid tard at some restaurant that is slowly killing the population...or something...I know that sounds mean and highly unlikely (that means it might not happen) but seriously, pay attention in school kid
And for the love of god STOP wearing those skinny jeans
And stay the heck out of my room or else I'll make Frieza take you away
and i'm serious about that
Day 2: The ParentsDear mom and dad,
You pester me, you judge everybody I meet by the first person you met, and made me go to a new place when I said I didn't want to. You made me stay when I didn't want to, and you made me go through a living hell when it wasn't necessary.
I would never have met the people I know, I would have never found this site, and I would never have found my calling.
It has taken me a while to catch on, and it might be too late (seeing as how we have not much time left in this specific house)...but I really do love it here.
Thank you for helping me, thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for dealing with everything as parents should.
I just wish it was easier to talk to you, and easier to ask of you.
From your one and only daughter,
Day 1: The Best FriendDear you,
You should know who you are, and if you don't then I have failed in my part of claiming that you are in fact my best friend. Trust me, I don't use the phrase so often, in fact when other people claim me as their best friend I get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and just smile. But I know, and I will always know that you are my best friend and that this has been some of the greatest years of my life on this crazy ride of meeting you. How I got so lucky as to being in the right place at the right time? Bah I'll never know, and hell I wont question it so long as I do know that we did get to meet each other and that's good enough for me.
Of course the friendship isn't perfect, but who the hell expects one to be?
The best part of it has to be that we never had any of those prissy bitchy fights that end most and any friendship like the other wannabes at the school. Hell the worst dispute that we have ever had, had to beeee .(either I'm being naive, or I'm hidi
Civlillian prolouge v-02Congratulations! Connor Caselman, you have been selected along with 20 other of your classmates to take part in a once, in a lifetime opportunity!
You are now enrolled in our 2nd Generation experiment, the "Yoruse" program. The task you will all be expected to complete, is to simply study abroad in the dimension of your choosing.
The Beginning of this process has already begun, not only are you already registered, but as you will have noticed by now, our 2A-X Units have already started to neatly pack most of your belongings into our ready-to-go-van. Your name has also been erased from the city and state records. Mind our units no attention though, as you probably have been able to tell, they do not respond to non-members of the C.I. act, such as your self. They were also set to not begin this process until you opened this letter. We hope you didn't keep them waiting too long.
That of course, was only Phase 1-1. Phase 1-2 will involve your quick transport to our base, where you shall r
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
Hundred Memories #3: FootstepsJuly 15, 2014; 11:30 PM
I couldn’t help but laugh as I read the lines of text appearing on the screen, clutching at my sides out of habit. It wasn’t that the message itself was amusing in any way, but that the scenario in itself was. Quickly typing out a response and wrapping my sweatshirt tighter around myself, I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps smile isn’t quite the correct description – it was more an upward quirk of the lips. The laughter, the smile. It wasn’t that it was funny. Just that I didn’t know how else to react.
In moments like that, I always tended to reflect on what, exactly, ‘normal’ is. Surely it isn’t anything within the confines of that concept, two fourteen-year-olds discussing death? Rationally discussing the idea of death, of dying, of – of being alright with our own deaths? Again a chuckle slipped past my lips, met with only the darkened silence of my bedro
[Writing] Massive EffectiveI... I am going to die. This face was originally just a fear, nothing but something to eat away at the back of my head. But now this fact is burning alive right before my very eyes.
Space is a cold and desolate part of our universe and we humans are just itching to uncover all of its secrets. Helping to discover every inch of this universe was my job. To not be so overly technical, let's just say I'm an astronaut.
I left Earth's atmosphere not too long ago - a few hours maybe, I've lost track. Something went wrong. An asteroid hit us is my guess (they never tell me) and I was sent to have a look at the damage. Just when you thought nothing else could go wrong, my tether that hooked me up to the ship got disconnected.
It was a light, feathery feeling as my fingers slipped off the rail. I didn't even realise that I was drifting until it was too late. At first, I panicked. I tried calling over the radio but no one picked up. I was alone in this dead void.
I calmed my breathing down, knowi
"A life changing event"As if the chilly morning wasnt enough to scare us, the sudden barks coming from the lonely outside emptiness sent even more shivers down the spine. It was the type of typical noise that the whole world was used to, and yet in this setting it was so unusual. Somebody had to go and investigate. One of the three brave souls had to go and take that first step into the cold anyways, so why not go out and investigate the noise while they were at it? Fear, thats what stopped the six year old child from doing his sisters request.
Hurry up! Well be late for school! she tried to encourage to him. With a sigh and an unbelievable amount courage he slowly began to open the door, the icy handle pierced his hand, his breath left him as soon as he heard the click noise of the door that indicated it was fully open. A few steps into the unknown and a few more moments later was when the cry was heard
Wow! Its a puppy! Those four wo
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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