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Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C awesomacious: A greatly written story

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Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C awesomacious: A greatly written story

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Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and.. She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me. I The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the... I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "l'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed funny.C A greatly written story

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Paintings, Tumblr, and Blog: redlipstickresurrected: Oleg Vdovenko aka Chuvabak (Russian, b. Schekino, Russia, based Tula, Russia) - Creep, 2017 Digital Arts: Paintings

redlipstickresurrected: Oleg Vdovenko aka Chuvabak (Russian, b. Schekino, Russia, based Tula, Russia) - Creep, 2017 Digital Arts: Paintings

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Android, Bad, and Barber: h Steph @steph93065 13h Replying to @Gillette For God's sake. I'm telling the 3 men in my house your product will NOT be my home ever again. All three are fine men, 2 are rough Marines that sacrifice so you can insult masculinity. You can fuck right off with that. 456 t0987 7488 Steph @steph93065 11h There is no such thing as toxic masculinity. Mark Dice @MarkDice 17h Replying to @Gillette Just sell some damn razors and keep your social justice stupidity out of it. Looks like it's @Dollar ShaveClub from now on Bawdy Barber @BawdyBarber 16h Replying to @Gillette Gillette is part of the anti-male SJW movement. Any men who are sick of this can come right on over to us at Bawdy Barber, where we understand how men work and don't try to change them into women Bawdy Barber 499 529 C 4,101 Piers Morgan@piersmorgan 13h I've used @Gillette razors my entire adult life but this absurd virtue-signalling PC guff may drive me away to a company less eager to fuel the current pathetic global assault on masculinity. Let boys be damn boys. Let men be damn men Gillette @Gillette "Boys will be boys"? Isn't it time we stopped excusing bad behavior? Re-think and take action by joining us at TheBestMenCanBe.org. #TheBestMenCanBe pic.twitter.com/hhBL1XjFVo 1,478 t1,684 7468 Andy Smith @chief1985 Replying to @piersmorgan and @Gillette It's going to be illegal to be male soon 19:20 14/01/2019 Twitter for Android 11 Retweets 268 Likes GrandmaShampoo Spectre of Communism 21 points 1 hour ago on the one hand, corporations aren't your friend on the other, this fear that using the wrong razor will now "change [men] into women" is pretty hilarious veiledengineer: capitalist-propaganda: gaiomon: “Teach your sons not to be assholes.” WHAT IS THIS SJW BULLSHIT anyway let me know when men are illegal Gillette: Hey, maybe call out bullshit when you see it, and raise your sons to respect other people as people. Also, don’t be a cat-calling creep deserving of getting called out. Morons: ANTI-MEN PROPAGANDA! THIS IS AN ATTACK ON MASCULINITY. 
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Bad, Cute, and Fucking: wittyusernamed My buddy read an article about octopus intelligence. It was feeding time, and the handler dumped some shrimp into an octopus' tank. Then he went into another room and sat at his desk. A while later, a shrimp was tossed onto his desk The octopus, upon finding one bad shrimp in the lot, had grabbed it, escaped its tank, crossed the hall, and threw the expired shrimp at its caretaker. Not only does this showcase their problem-solving capabilities, but also that it could have escaped at any time. It just broke out this time to chuck an off shrimp in indignation at its handler. That's not just intelligence, that's a human-like reaction. Kinda make you wonder exactly how smart these guys can be.. queensjenn OH MY GOD roseweasley7 I went to the aquarium once and we had a tour and we walked past the octopus tank and it was duct taped shut so l asked why and the guy was like. "Well, we had a problem before because these fish were disappearing randomly at night and we had no idea why. Turns out the octopus had memorised the night guards rounds and would creep out of its tank, crawl across the floor to the fish tank, have a little snack and be back in its own tank with the lid shut before the guard came back." they are super smart dominawritesthings I love octopuses so, so much. cassandrashipsit I am both delighted and FUCKING TERRIFIED. ze-witch-arteest Once I went to the aquarium where they had a baby pacific red octopus in a tank. I had gone there to work on a few real life sketches, obviously I wanted to do one of an octopus. So I kinda just kneeled in front of the tank, and started sketching The octopus didn't mind, he sat happily. Then, 5 minutes later, he started moving to the front of the tank, where I was. This tiny octopus faces me directly and starts posing. I don't know how other to explain it but he started curlung his tentacles in this really graceful way then wouldn't move for a few minutes. Then again, a new pose. That tiny cute motherfucker More laughs at FUNsubstance.com Prankster Gangster
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Doctor, Fall, and Harry Potter: Helen Ingram @drhingram Not a fan of the new Harry Potter book Criminalising cont PAPER Herpes genitalis and the philosopher's stance Kilian Dunphy ABSTRACT not just episodic physical discomfort but recurrent This artide considers the evidence on herpes intervened and to what extent health professionals sexual liaison. This change of one's sexua For many people, living with genital herpes generates into that of a potential agent of harm a echo themes from the fall in the garden of emotional distress, centred on concems about how to is oddly coincidental that snakes are studi live and love safely without passing infection to others. sciece of herpetology, from the Greek h creep"), to the sexual subtext of vampire transmission, levels of sexual risk, when the law has to present day paranoias concerning i HIV transmission. The emotional ramifi should advise with respect to these issues. It proposes a this are potentially great. A qualitative mechanism by which moral philosophy might provide a around 2000 questions posed in a he rational basis on which to counsel concerning sexual room online over 2 years revealed that monest single anxiety expressed was tl transmission.12 The authors note that, difficult topic is the psycho-social impact Genital herpes is a condition caused by infection ing genital herpes'. As a doctor conveying behaviour with the Herpes simplex virus (HSV). The infection there is a temptation to avoid compos is sexually transmitted and has the potential to hurt of a h with h
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Clothes, Creepy, and Dad: DEMOCRATS Published 7 hours ago Last Update 6 hours ago Ocasio-Cortez claims she can't afford DC apartment, but records show she has at least $15,000 in savings Dental Insurance Plan By Lukas Mikelionis | Fox News A DELTA DENTAL HEy, LOOK HOW MUCH SKINNERMAKES $25,000 A YEAR HE'S 40 YEARS OLD TIMES 25 GRAND. WHOA! HE'S AMILLIONAIRE! PLUS IN THE SUMMER HE PAINTS HOUSES HE'S A BILLIONAIRE A BLWIONATRE callmegoddess618: prochoice-or-gtfo: tempest-caller: myfatfuckingface: vice-s-assistant: reverseracism: mysharona1987: Reminds me of the time they tried to claim she grow up in *this* house and was therefore a pampered limousine liberal.  The gas-lighting here is off the charts.  And now So..uh funny story about that last part to this: Dude bro who post this on Twitter…is kind of a real fucking creep. Posts a lot of female DC staffers/government employees body parts and makes creepy comments about them. Also writes for the Washington Examiner (and still is as of writing this).  Go fucking figure.  People who have never struggled financially have no idea what it looks like. They think everyone who lives in poverty should be constantly covered in dirt and tattered rags. 🙄🙄🙄 I can’t tell you how many times people told me I wasn’t poor because “If you were, you couldn’t afford x thing,” where “x thing” was usually something I absolutely could not afford normally but either got as a gift, got at a massively reduced price in a garage sale or thrift store, or found somewhere for free. Some of my furniture for example is stuff people were throwing away despite being in perfectly good condition, like my TV. It’s one of those older box TVs that are absurdly big. Owning stuff isn’t a sign of anything half the time. And uh, it’s not like she could go to work in rags! Lots of poor people have to buy or rent dress clothes for work. That doesn’t mean shit. It’s just how the world works. Also that house they’re showing is so small and looks old? It probably isn’t worth much. But it’s also rural, so she’d HAVE to go to whatever city was closest for things like groceries or school, probably. How does that prove anything about her upbringing? People really don’t know what poor is. Wow. ❄💙 Bella 💙❄ I own quite a few nice looking items of clothes. Some of them were gifts, others were thrifted, some are quality replicas of unaffordable items. I still struggle to make my rent every month and I have zero savings, but most people would not know that by looking at me.Poverty doesn’t have to be rags and begging outside the subway station. It can be the grad student eating nothing but mashed potatoes for a week. Ocasio-Cortez’s opponents are just looking for whatever they can to criticize her.-V Seriously. All of my leggings and half of my dresses are Lularoe. They are all gifts from my mom, my step mom, my sister, and my dad.
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Bubba, Clock, and Crying: writing-prompt-s You're in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself. kittenwiskers Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous. I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years and then she wasn't scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters... I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte's bed Across the room underneath Daniel's crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it gain. "I'm not afraid of you monster!" She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and... She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. "Move. Over!" Charlotte hisses at me.I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn't afraid of any of my monsters; she's afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. "What the..." I cut Francis's next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. "If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity." I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. "I'll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling." Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed. The Monster Under the Bed

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Field Trip, Target, and Tumblr: aus-kun: shslsketchings: and the highschool aquarium field trip is horrifying (( This is me at the aquarium. Squids creep me out….))

aus-kun: shslsketchings: and the highschool aquarium field trip is horrifying (( This is me at the aquarium. Squids creep me out….))

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Bad, Cute, and Fucking: wittyusernamed y buddy read an article about octopu:s intelligence. It was feeding time, and the handler dumped some shrimp into an octopus' tank. Then he went into another room and sat at his desk. A while later, a shrimp was tossed onto his desk. he octopus, upon finding one bad shrimp in the t, had grabbed it, escaped its tank, crossed the hall, and threw the expired shrimp at its caretaker. Not only does this showcase thei problem-solving capabilities, but also that it could have escaped at any time. It just broke out this time to chuck an off shrimp in indignation at its handler. That's not just intelligence, that's a human-like reaction. Kinda make you wonder exactly how smart these guys can be queensjenn OH MY GOD roseweasley7 I went to the aquarium once and we had a tour and we walked past the octopus tank and it was duct taped shut so I asked why and the guy was like. "Well, we had a problem before because these fish were disappearing randomly at night and we had no idea why. Turns out the octopus had memorised the night guards rounds and would creep out of its tank, crawl across the floor to the fish tank, have a little snack and be back in its own tank with the lid shut before the guard came back." they are super smart dominawritesthings love octopuses so, so much 竭cassandrashipsit I am both delighted and FUCKING TERRIFIED. ze-witch-arteest ce I went to the aquarium where they had a baby pacific red octopus in a tank. I had gone there to work on a few real life sketches obviously I wanted to do one of an octopus. So l kinda just kneeled in front of the tank, and started sketching. The octopus didn't mind, he sat happily. Then, 5 minutes later, he started moving to the front of the tank, where I was. This tiny octopus faces me directly and starts posing I don't know how other to explain it but he started curlung his tentacles in this really graceful way then wouldn't move for a few minutes. Then again, a new pose. That tiny cute motherfucker knew I was drawing him. The more the days go by the closer they get to overthrowing us
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