Creepypasta #1040: The Anglerfish

Length: Long

I am beautiful in ways men shouldn’t be.

Pretty boy, lovely boy, with his flaxen curls framing a sweet face and big blue eyes with big black lashes. My mother, when she was in our run-down trailer and not at the bar, would say such looks were wasted on a boy and that she wished I was born a girl. I’m certain she wished I had never been born at all.

School was hellish from the start. Girls viewed me as a living doll to play dress-up with, and boys hated me because I made them confused. My third grade teacher once made a comment about my cherry red mouth, the gym coach complimented my porcelain skin. The computer teacher got fired after cornering me alone. I did not understand it – I wore run down charity store clothes, spent most of my time with my nose buried in a book, and barely brushed my hair. And yet, here was the whole school bearing down on me.

Puberty made it worse. All my classmates grew and stretched, flushed with hormones and lust. I grew some, yet no straggly hairs or bright red pimples popped on my china doll face. Instead, the star quarterback would torment me so he could grope at my long legs and graceful hips. My teachers would compliment my academic achievements and then mention that someone like me being so aloof was a shame. The theater teacher asked if I was “interested in boys” in hushed, hopeful whispers.

I was not gay or straight. I was Uninterested. Why would I waste time chasing after shallow and petty girls who were jealous of my appearance? Why would I let one of those testosterone-hopped jocks paw at my body and call me a faggot afterwards? Why would I want my fat, balding English teacher to bend me over for an easy A? They called me frigid, uptight, bitchy, rude, prudish. I wore it with pride all the way to the top of my class.

I left my little Midwest town for a college in the big city. I thought it would be easier there, full of beautiful people to blend into. Towards the end of November, my roommate tried to roofie my water bottle, and the double room became a single room very quickly. For sophomore year, I got a studio apartment on my own.

That fall quarter was beautiful, the trees like brilliant fire throughout campus, and I took a communications class required for my major. It was about giving presentations and speeches, and the school website said Professor O'Malley was to teach it – classmates had described him as a jolly old man, a little longwinded but excellent at teaching discourse and rhetoric.

I sat towards the front, my empty notebook neatly dated, and my classmates chattered all around me. I paid them no heed, eyes casted downwards, but I looked up when the door to the lecture hall opened right before class was to begin. The man who strode in was not Professor O'Malley.

He burnt white hot, reality dimming around his gravity. Everyone seemed so tarnished compared to him, dark-haired bronze-skinned Adonis among the gray and listless dead. Square-jawed and towering, his presence was so thick it was sweltering, smothering, suffocating. My classmates all gasped as his eyes swept across the class.

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A babylarry’s journey through classics

I celebrated my one year directionversary a month ago. I’ve loved being in this fandom and being a larry but I realized something very important: I haven’t read enough of the classic fics. I think I’ve read like three. 

SO! This is my list of classic fics (compiled from several sources and friends) that I’m going to slowly start working my way through. As I read them, I’ll come back and update the post. My plan is to basically work my way down the list so if you want to read along, I’d love the company!

1. Escapade by dolce_piccante

2. The Dead of July by whimsicule 

3. Jump Before We Fall by green_feelings

4. Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir

5. Wild And Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews

6. Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews

7. Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar

8. Gods & Monsters by Velvetoscar

9. Butterfly Gun

10. Fading by tothemoonmydear

11. Wear It Like A Crown by zarah5

12. feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright

13. Empty Skies by green_feelings

14. Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

15. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante

16. Bloodline by banana_louis

17. we are honey and the bee by soleilouis

18. Tea For Two and Two For Tea

This was completely precious. Harry and Louis were just adorable and you rooted for them from the beginning. 7/10 

19. you and me were kings by ithacas

20. Your Best Line Ever by green_feelings

Cute story. Writing distracted me though. 4/10

21. Boys of Summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned

22. Hold My Breath by zarah5

23. Three French Hems by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews

24. all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator

25. My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry

26. Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5

27. Into The Blue by zarah5

28. Dreaming of You by Velvetoscar

29. You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn

30. Sing When You’re Winning by hazmesentir

31. Battle Cry by Velvetoscar

32. Common by Cori Lannam (corilannam)

33. Tug-of-War by cherrystreet

34. i’m a moon at midnight by loube

Short, sweet, and perfectly encompassing of those new-relationships feels. 7/10

35. Eight Cakes and Two Eulogies (Make a Happy Marriage) by yesllliam

36. Nicotine by KrisStylinson

Bad boy Harry and good boy Louis. Good lord. This one had me swooning and sweating. 6/10

37. May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by LoadedGunn

38. And Then a Bit by infinitelymint

The story that made me a Larry. I owe everything I do and will do in this fandom to this story. They are the Harry and Louis that inspired me to write. 10/10

39. These Inconvenient Fireworks

The classic of classics. I loved it and I love it more for how much it influenced the fandom’s fics. 8/10

40. Pull Me Under by zarah5

Just gorgeous. I had this fic in my head for days afterwards. 8/10

41. In Vogue by otpwhatever

42. Pretty Boy by harryandlouisandpuppies

43. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife

44. a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbearsFandoms:

45. If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer

46. never shut us down by togetherwecouldbealright

47. like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint

48. take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots

49. Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou

Definitely one of my favs. Punk Louis… need I say more? 9/10

50. we’ll play hide and seek to turn this around (give me love like never before) by Wankerville (and really, the whole Strawberry Milk series)

One of the most influential fics for me personally. 10/10

51. burn to ash by bethaboo

52. I need home (our tangled bones) by togetherwecouldbealright

53. Hiding Place by alivingfireFandoms:

54. Swim In The Smoke by whoknows

Sexy, sexy, sexy. 5/10

55. So Much We Didn’t Say by whyidontknow1

56. 210 Days by cherrystreet

57. The Last Something That Meant Anything by jaded25Fandoms:

58. the wonderlands by stylinsoncity

Wonderful, beautiful storytelling. 7/10

Who was Alhazen?

Born around a thousand years ago in present day Iraq, Al-Hasan Ibn al-Haytham (known in the West by the Latinized form of his first name “Alhazen”) was a pioneering scientific thinker who made important contributions to the understanding of astronomy and mathematics as well as vision, optics and light. al-Haytham was born in 965 CE in Basra. However, he spent most of his life around the Fatimid Caliphate in Cairo, and died there in 1040 CE. His first project? He proposed to the Caliph a hydraulic project to improve regulation of the flooding of the Nile, and his method included an early attempt at building a dam at the present site of the Aswan Dam!

To have food and shelter, al-Haytham tutored various nobility while writing treatises on subjects that interested him. Among other things, he was the first to explain that vision occurs when light bounces on an object and then is directed to one’s eyes, he is considered the first theoretical physicist, and he began the mathematics to connect algebra and geometry.

Shirou: Illya, why are you so… homicidal?

Illya: I like to blame it on daddy issues.

Rin: *raises eyebrow* Daddy issues?

Sakura: Daddy issues?

Saber: You would speak of “daddy issues” in my presence?

Mordred: You’re the last person I want to hear that from!

Nero: Ugh, parents.

Caren: Did somebody mention parents?

Kiritsugu: I have come back from the dead to tell you that you need to stop talking.

David: *kicks down door*


Protagonist: Great, now look what you’ve done.

David: THE YEAR WAS 1040 BC

Protagonist: I’m gonna have to spend all day with this.

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i am applying for permanent residency into canada, and i was able to give $1040 for my application in august, but the government sent back my application because i have to pay them another $155 apparently.  (this is not on top of the police certificate + medical exam fees i will have to pay, which could be anywhere between $300-$600, but i’ll work on that on my own!) 

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can we talk about bill’s constant protection of eddie in the book?

like bill giving eddie a piggy back when he can’t climb the ladder due to his broken arm? or bill telling eddie to walk beside him whilst in the sewers because eddie is scared?

‘I don’t think so, Eddie,’ Richie said. ‘Your arm’s not, you know, looking too cool.’
Eddie looked at Bill.
‘I w-w-want h-him,’ Bill said. ‘You w-w-walk with muh-muh-me, Eh-Eh-Eddie. I’ll keep an eye on yuh-you.’
‘Thanks, Bill,’ Eddie said. Bill’s tired, half-crazy face seemed suddenly lovely to him - lovely and well loved. He felt a dim sense of amazement. I’d die for him, I guess, if he told me to. (pg 991)

‘Eh-Eh-Eh-Eddie. G-Grab on to m-m-me.’
Eddie looked at him, uncomprehending.
‘Like a puh-puh-pigger-back. Hold on with y-your g-g-good ah-ah-arm.’ He demonstrated.
Eddie grabbed on around Bill’s neck; Stan and Mike boosted him up so he could hook his legs around Bill’s midsection. As Bill swung clumsily over the lip of the cylinder, Ben saw that Eddie’s eyes were tightly shut. 
‘I’m scared, Bill,’ Eddie whispered.
‘I-I-I am, too.’  (pg 1005)

Suddenly all of them were tumbling out. Bill clutched Eddie in a bear-hug, trying to save his arm. (pg 1040)

Then a shriek of such mad fear and pain came through the pipe that the guttering match fell from Bill’s fingers and went out. Eddie’s arm had curled around him and Bill hugged Eddie back, feeling his body trembling like a wire as Stan Uris packed close to him on the other side.
‘Wuh-Which w-w-way, Eh-Eddie?’ he asked urgently. ‘D-Do you nuh-know?’
‘Toward the Canal?’ Eddie asked, shaking in Bill’s arms. (pg 1041)

‘Be c-c-careful!’ he heard himself shouting. ‘Here’s the druh-hopoff! Eh-Eh-Eddie?’
‘Here!’ One of Eddie’s waving hands brushed across Bill’s forehead. ‘Can you help me out?’
He got his arms around Eddie and lifted him out, trying to be careful of the bad arm. (pg 1048)