Fuck It, I Made A Rant About There Being To Good Writing Prompts Other Than Writing-prompt-ss, So I Might

Fuck it, I made a rant about there being to good writing prompts other than writing-prompt-s’s, so I might as well make my own.

Writing prompt.

A priest gets crushed by a chandelier in church and goes to hell. His punishment, a more mundane version of his normal life, unaware of the fact he is dead. Everyday is exhaustively boring, especially in the confession stands. But once a day, everyday, there’s a person that goes into the stands and confesses increasingly more fucked up things that specifically trigger the priest, until one day, the man says he got crushed by a chandelier in church today.

The MOMENT i go to the for you tab. I feel called out

Happy asexuality awareness day!

Credit: @ChandlerDeerfox on Twitter

No, I just have to finish this school year I swear. I’ll finish the book and then start making my game…, right after the movie.

the top 3 reasons i may never finish this project, in no particular order:

i have no time

i have no money

i keep conlanging and world building and history writing instead of actually making the game

Plot twist, there’s a card game now

the top 3 reasons i may never finish this project, in no particular order:

i have no time

i have no money

i keep conlanging and world building and history writing instead of actually making the game

My lucid dreaming has risen on a whole new level.

I NOW POSSESS THE ABILITY TO CONTROL TIME AT WILL.

I found out how to go back in time within my dreams when I was fighting a warden in hand-to-hand combat, and I first went forward in time when The other people’s dialogue got boring and I just kindof skipped it. This is the coolest thing i’ve ever done in a dream and I’ve drop-kicked a wolf into orbit from the inside of a tank after escaping a volcano that erupted twice.

I shall keep you posted on any new developments I make.

That is blatantly false, never have you once stood for anything less than pure chaos.

Sometimes I gotta remind myself that children exist on the internet cause occasionally I’ll see the stupidest, dumbest, dumb-fuck opinion on something and I’ll think they’re just an ingrate with bad taste but they’re actually just 7