Sorry But

sorry but

monster boys/girls > human boys/girls

change my mind.

Hey, if you live in Arkansas, listen up!

A new law there has it so victims of r4p3 have to get the rapist's permission to abort the child. And if the victim aborts without the monster's ok, the r4p1st is allowed to SUE.

Please please PLEASE sign this petition!

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The rapists of Alaska should not be able to sue if they victim gets an abortion!

Wilford Warfstache x Mirror Demon! S/O Headcanons

(Mirror Demons are my own subspecies of ghosts. They have to be tricked into taking someone else's spot inside a mirror. In this case, S/O is the DA. Mirror Demons have skin shattered glass in any injuries, and their inside is just mirrors. They don't have organs or blood.. DA has shattered skin on his left eye, back, and stomach. Mirror Demons eyes are mirrors.They can travel in any reflective surface and disappear by their own freewill.)

The minute you get out of that mirror, you're on the prowl.

You wanted to find William. You wanted him dead.

Keyword: Wanted.

When you found him, and you realized that he could barely remember 7 minutes ago, everything changed.

Now, all you wanted was for him to remember.

To remember Mark, Damien, the party, to remember shooting you.

To remember you at all.

You met back up in a club he was dancing at.

You decided to approach him in his dressing room. Being a mirror demon needing to get into a narcissistic psychopath was super easy, all you had to do was travel into his mirror.

To say he was confused when he looked in the mirror and saw you instead of his own reflection was an understatement.

At first, you just thought he was playing dumb. Running from his own mistakes.

But when he began to attempt to guess your name, you realized that he couldn't remember you.

Couldn't remember what he did to you. What he did to everyone else.

So you stuck around.

Doing everything in your ability to make him remember.

It never worked.

Until you came out of the mirror one day.

You never came out of the mirror in front of him, always talking to him through reflective surfaces.

But when you did, it all came back to haunt him. He couldn't see the cracks on your stomach before.

However, the tear in your shirt allowed him to see all the cracking. To see his reflection, looking at him from his past mistakes.

He'd immediately say your name and start acting like you guys are true friends.

You were true friends.

And then he shot you.

You left and didn't come back for a few weeks and Wilford thought you would never come back.

And so, the cycle of Wilford forgetting you and you doing your damndest to get him to remember, started back again.

Do you think dogs should vote?~

yes, but only for other dogs.~

to whoever sent the yancy request im writing it it will be finished tonight so ye

hi, snail here. im sorry to say that since school just started back for me, im not gonna be able to write that often(or it will be normal, since the "hybrid schedule" and all). unfortunately coming this new school year, i had to delete multiple of my stories and a good amount of apps as well (for space to download the apps i need for school).

that being said, ill try to post as often as possible but it will take forever to write now that i have school and hw and all that shit.

~snail, who's determined to pass this year

no tags. just know im suffering.