starr-falling:

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otatma:

I keep bringing this up but his diehard fans always like to ignore the fact that this puffed up dipshit didn’t invent anything. He took the money he inherited from his parents’ jewel mines and threw it at things he thought were cool until smarter people than him slapped something together that he liked enough to take credit for. He got hair plugs and abandoned his wife the second his smooth brain produced an ego big enough to justify that decision to himself. He spends his time showcasing loud, exciting wastes of money, getting high, and tanking his own stock because he quite literally has no fucking idea what he’s doing. Fuck Elongated Muskrat.

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@starr-falling​ once said: “Elon Musk thinks he’s Tony Stark, when he is really Justin Hammer.”  

Crave: An Interracial M/M Dark Erotica Vampire Short Story

Crave: An Interracial M/M Dark Erotica Vampire Short Story

There is something that grips the imagination when it comes to Vampires. The thought of an ancient creature rising from its grave to creep to your bedside to drains you of your blood has been humanity’s boogeyman for millennia. The vampire myth dates back to ancient Mesopotamia, and the myths of ancient Greece. Yet,  when most people think about vampires today they unfortunately only think of the…

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A New Chapter

Hey, guys I know it’s been about a week since this site has been up. You are probably wondering where exactly did it go and why? Well, I will tell you about that. It started with the messed emails from my hosting. I pay for my hosting on a month by month service because I always fear commitment. So, if I don’t pay by the third notification, my shit gets cut off.

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Sometimes, the nights are long and Carol wakes with a start: Her heart racing and sweat covering her body. Sometimes, she sees flashes of memories that corrode her serene slumber; that chip away at her peace until the onslaught of a full nightmare engulfs her. Sometimes, Carol’s throat is so dry that the scream that threatens to roar from inside of her comes out as a strangled rasp. Sometimes, the dread that envelopes Carol feels so real that it steals her breath from her lungs and all but suffocates her.

Sometimes, Maria lies awake in bed next to Carol and waits. She waits for the tossing and turning to begin. She waits for the incoherent words to slip from Carol’s lips. Sometimes, the night is not eventful. Sometimes there is peace. Sometimes she is able to watch the love of her life truly rest upon returning from a mission. Sometimes, the fear doesn’t tug at her chest leaving her panicked and breathless. Sometimes, in the soft glow of their bedroom, she almost believes that the worry will go away and Carol will get to stay. That they will be able to raise their daughter together like they always planned to, and the universe will not ask so much of them. That it will not ask so much of Carol. Sometimes, Maria remembers what it felt like not to worry all the time; not to be fearful, and not to miss her beloved.

Sometimes, Monica crawls in bed with her mothers. Sometimes, they wake up to find the scrawny child nestled in between them. Sometimes, when Monica yawns and says something about not being able to sleep, before drifting off to sleep immediately, Carol and Maria share a roll of their eyes, and a small chuckle. Sometimes, when the three of them are lying there together enjoying the serenity and relishing in their love, everything in their universe is good and everything is right. Sometimes, remembering that is what gets them through the long nights.