I Live In The USA, And We All Know That Sucks. It CAN Be Good, But Listen Up! It Still Kinda Sucks! Good

. . . Hold up. This is a good question... let me ask my friend @chromeeeeeeeeee

DOES KINETIC SAND HAVE MORE FLAVOR THAN REGULAR SAND?! ASKING FOR A TURTLE'S BROTHER!

"Do you think kinetic sand has more flavor than regular sand? Asking for a brother."

Neighbor with a farm: "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY POTATOES?!" Or Zeus steals the from the store.

Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato. it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.

This is so fucking true.

down with found family. UP with FOUND DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can I have your art skills please?

ROTTMNT Superbad🐢‼️✨

This is actually how they get into the hidden city

WHY?????? I LOVE SEEING WHO MADE IT!

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

He's the apprentice of the current God of Death. Sooooo.... he's been practicing

Me: "Okay then, I sense cowpox... Let's turn that into smallpox and kill you! Please don't cough!"

You’re the healer of the group. The rest of the party has always treated you like you’re made of glass. You were content to stay out of their way and let them do their thing. Until they all got downed leaving you the only one standing. That’s when you show them how deadly healing magic can be.

God

who gave me all this autism

"You don't understand I'm getting married next week and I don't love the dude" "THEN WHY ARE YOU FUCKING MARRYING HIM!!!!!"

“You have to understand, the use of love potions is both morally gross and legally r-”, you interrupt the alchemist, and say the potion is meant for yourself.

"BUT DON'T GIVE MY CHILD A FUCKING DAGGER YOU DUMB FUCK!"

“Why are you giving my newborn baby a dagger?!” “Well they’re a choosen one, which means that I’m destined to be killed by them; but honestly I’ve been waiting centuries for them to be born and I just want to get it over with.”