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I’m so glad that alien covenant ended with Walter helping Daniels build the cabin by the lake where they live together and take up gardening it was the perfect ending haha can you imagine if something else had happened because I can’t

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anonymous asked:

jon bellion - guillotine is always a go to for my shance feels.

You guys are sending in such good music?? I think I especially like this one for a shance song tbh. Either way, I’m getting good music recs lmao

gonna do one more after this one and then i’m gonna sleep bc i have company tomorrow and i honestly didn’t expect ppl to reply? but if you wanna send more, feel free to! this is so fun and I don’t think my inspiration for writing has ever been higher. 

Send me a song (and au if you want!) and I’ll write you a short shance fic.

The secrets you tell me I’ll take to my grave
There’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway
And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed
I know that you love me, love me
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head
Guillotine, guillotine
Even when I lose my head


Sometimes, often actually, Shiro will look over and just be hit with the thought, completely with fondness and pure happiness, I don’t deserve him


Today, like every morning after a particularly bad night, Lance is up, in the kitchen, and cooking breakfast. He always says he plans to bring it back to the bedroom so Shiro can eat it in bed, not have to get up, but like every morning before, Shiro wakes up to and is drawn out by Lance’s singing. 


The songs tend to be pretty unpredictable and are just whatever Lance is in the mood for. Sometimes he’ll dance to the radio’s top hits and sing into the spatula, other times he’s swaying his hips (god, does Shiro love to watch that) in front of the stove to some cheesy love song he lies about having downloaded on his phone. Occasionally, he’s still and instead quiet as he sings one of his mother’s lullabies, while some days he’ll tap the counters in some off-beat rhythm about wordless-songs that Shiro is pretty sure come from video games. Off-beat or not, they’re a little too together to be something completely from Lance’s imagination.


Shiro quite honestly loves it.


“What are you doing up already?” Lance asks like he always does, not even jumping, when he finally catches Shiro in the corner of his eye. He’s been leaning against the wall, just watching with a smile beginning to bloom on his face.


Shiro does his part too and shrugs. “Thin walls.”


“Mm,” Lance hums and there’s a smug grin on his face that tells Shiro he’s having some thoughts that are a little too put-together for just waking up. “Surprised we still have any neighbors.”


Shiro would be lying if he said he’s never thought that himself. 


Shrugging again, he comes closer, raising his arm to wrap around Lance’s waist as he presses kisses into his neck, starting with gentle ones and delving into wet, open-mouthed ones, and doesn’t even bother to hide his grin when Lance shivers. “If you weren’t cooking…”


“You’d get rid of the last of ‘em?”


Hm. Maybe. He glances at the food and - maybe if it wasn’t french toast. Scaring off the neighbors can wait. “Something like that.”

One America Again

We see our true divide
When we are called
Like before to run inside

To face violence from guns
Our children in lockdown
At their school with parents numb

Traffic cordoned off
Neighbors lying on the ground
Dogs loose and lost

After so many sights
We know this sacred
Post bloodshed rite

So well and our parts
Drip into status updates
Into tweets that bark

After so many we know our role
In this melancholic American dance
Nobody changes as they dole

Out the practiced views
Of who to blame or what
To do to end the spew

Of violence in our world
To bring back some humanity
So we can look at faces bold

Instead of screens that struggle
With right and blame and hatred
Anger in search of peace’s humble

Smile and embracing hug
Can’t America be one again
We are all getting sick of this bug

That tries to pull us apart
The little neighborhood that could
Fighting hard to not let that start

Again here now we try to put kids
Family friends and hope first
But every shooting removes another lid

On calm and peace so the work starts
As we pull love close and others blame
Our trusted roles emerge from empty carts

And we know now after so many
That nothing will be done
We yell silently throwing bitter honey

That catches nothing nor causes actions
Because the flies have had their fill
On the cliche’d rants of politicians

Who just cut and paste from the last time
Making us cheer in empty silence
We want the right left fights to unwind

Create one American again
Look for a different way
Fight against our part its painful grin

An election could fix it
But that assumes a lot
When the election after can reverse it

There’s a heart under the red white and blue
People marching and holding after the shooting
Reminds us that is true

Most of us want the gun violence to stop
Neighbors pastors rabbis Imams
Our friends and lovers and children cops

Perhaps it’s just easier to be mad
Throwing up hands
Hiding behind sad

Don’t both sides want to stop these metal fists
That harm so many so fast
And the long long tragic lists

Each knows their chosen solution so well
That the lines of defense and support
Are steadfast and other views can go to hell

And somebody out there is probably right
But we’ve institutionalized this struggle
There are so many groups ready to fight

That we lose hope in the hate
We stop trying and just post
Status updates

Say hello to Mac Cheezy.
50% mac.
50% cheese.
100% dad.
He’s a struggling Sound Cloud rapper and single father raising twin girls. His wife died when they were young, leaving him to raise them with the help of their kind grandmother-ly neighbor. He works two jobs to provide for his girls and loves them deeply, and drops fire mix tapes in the hopes of being discovered whenever he’s not busy helping them with their homework, kissing boo boos and telling bedtime stories.

Realization (Ed Edd n Eddy Fanfic)

****Based off Ed Edd N Eddy theory****


Double D sat silently in his room. He’d been staring at his wall for a good few hours now and there wasn’t any reasoning for him to stop. How many weeks has it been? One? Two? Ten? What did it matter anyway? There was no time where he was. There wasn’t anything worth giving attention to where he was. In fact, he couldn’t tell a single soul where he was either.

Maps of continents and posters of anatomies were covered in coffee stained crumbled paper sloppily pasted or taped to the wall. Towers of books stacked as high as his hanging models of whole solar systems. Jim the cactus and its neighbor the ant farm forgotten, dying and withering. That’s how they were supposed to be at least. But it’s okay. As many times as he’s chopped up Jim and smashed each ant into a pulpy mess, they’ll be in their respectful places come tomorrow morning. It’ll be the twentieth time after all.

Muffled laughter could be heard outside his tightly shut window. With slow cautious steps, Double D made his way over and peeked through the blinds. Everyone was outside playing and doing what they were supposed to do. Eddy and Ed were even playing with everyone. It was as if Double D’s presence added to Eddy’s scheming ways and Ed’s lack of intelligence. Ed was even playing with Sarah and Jimmy.  Double D, Eddward, didn’t exist to anyone anymore. He never did. That was, until he decided to leave his room, anyway.

Everything would go back to normal, wouldn’t it? he thought, eyes glistening over with tears. Double D glanced at his buzzing television.  All because of a video…

It started off as a very normal day. Eddy and Ed wouldn’t probably show up at his door until well into the afternoon, so that left him free to do his chores as usual. As he ran around his room making sure everything was in their rightful places, the lights flickered…

Bubbling substances and smoking test tubes. The smell of familiar chemicals. Excitement coursing his veins and seeping from his very pores. A gap toothed grin spread across his face, stretching his cheeks so much it stung at the corners of his lips. Small hands scribbling down numbers, notes, reactions, thoughts, equations, doodles…

The small hand reached for the micro burner, ready to see what extraordinary findings would come from the experiment. Lives changed forever?  Winning the Noble Prize? Or maybe it’ll be a complete fluke. He’d soon find out. A small twist of his wrist…then nothing.

Double D reeled back, stumbling until he tumbled onto his bed. Breathes escaping him in pants, he peered around his room for what felt like forever. Imageries of scattered splintered and burning wood stuck in neighboring houses. Singed limbs lying in someone’s grass or living room. They were all seared into his brain.

He inhaled shakily and placed his hand on his chest. “Good heavens, what was that?” he whispered to himself.

Of course there wasn’t an answer, but found himself waiting for one anyway. That was the first of many sleepless nights and torturous headaches. Even the kids in the cul-de-sack began noticing his odd behavior. His inventions for the Eds weren’t actually masterpieces to begin with, but when he began losing interest all together, Eddy had A LOT to say about it.

“What is wrong with you, sockhead? Get your head in the game!” Eddy nearly screamed. As he went on to say more, Double D did something he’d never thought he’d do in a long time; toned him out.  

From Double D’s memory, that happened only a month after the visions started. Even as he walked away from them, Ed’s cries for his attention didn’t faze him one bit. That was the last time he’d seen them.

He left notes for his parents explaining that he may need to go to a doctor, but surprisingly the only response he received was a reassuring yet short note and stronger pain killers. Double D stared at the note in his eerily quiet kitchen and all at once the usually bright atmosphere tasted stale, looked gray and buzzed in his ears. Numbly, he grabbed a glass cup from the cabinet.

While sipping on his water, he read the note over again.

  Don’t worry, sweetheart. You may be stressing. Try to get more sleep and if the headaches persist, here are painkillers to help.

We love you.

      Mom & Dad

Double D read it over and over again. Another unusual emotion overcame him. Only now while thinking about it did he know that it was anger. Pure unfiltered anger. Before he could stop himself, the glass was flung at the refrigerator. Water and tiny pieces of glass flew everywhere. A shard swiped his cheek and it brought him out of the red haze.

There was no telling what was happening to him. Going as if everything was normal wasn’t possible and as much as he’d like to lose himself in one of Eddy’s ridiculous scams, go about relabeling everything in the house or studying God knows what, the visions wouldn’t stop. The details of them gave him nightmares and had him crying throughout the day. He stared at the note again, a dribble of blood crawling down his cheek and dripping off his jawline.

We love you…

His eyes stung, but he quickly wiped at them and then tore the notes to shreds…

 

Three months. Double D didn’t leave his house for three months. There were no more notes from his parents. No one came knocking on his door to see how he was doing. It was just him and his thoughts alone in his suddenly too big of a home.

It’s always been this way, hasn’t it? When did I ever have friends? Double D found himself thinking one day.


It was very strange. He’d always had Ed and Eddy by his side ever since he was a small child. At least that’s what he thought. Double D couldn’t even remember anything at that age. The memory of a lonely kid in a childless neighborhood kept coming back to him. No Ed. No Eddy. No Kevin. No Sarah and Jimmy. No anyone. In fact, the more he was left with his thoughts, the more he started to really think of his parents. There was a smidge of disdain toward them that he’d never thought he’d feel. In many ways, whenever the thought of them popped in his head, their faces were blank slates. It was almost as though they never existed.

How could he possibly come to that conclusion? Disillusioned, Alzheimer’s, and just plain insanity could’ve been a few results as to what he was going through, but a small voice at the back of his mind said otherwise. It just didn’t make sense. To say his parents didn’t exist wasn’t far from the truth, but he did remember the way they spoke. The way they carried themselves. Double D even remembered what they expected of him and that was a lot. They figured he’d have his PHD before his twentieth birthday. Was there even college outside the neighborhood? Those thoughts led Double D to his breaking point. So, the following morning, he left the cul-de-sac.

From his calculations, Double D walked for a tiring five hours with only a few breaks in between. The next corner he turned? It was the cul-de-sac. He walked in a complete circle. No, that wasn’t right. He’d walked in a straight line. There were grassy plains and unfamiliar houses. Graffiti laced buildings and trash filled alleys. He felt like a kid in a candy store, happy to be away from the familiarity of suburban life. So happy that he gained a burst of energy and ran his last mile. When Eddy’s house came into view, there was no doubt in his mind that something was amiss.

So, the cycle repeated.  Double D took the same route as the day before, but went a completely different direction when he made it to the alleyways. By the end, he stared at Ed’s house. The next day, he tried again. Jimmy’s house. Repeat. Kevin’s house. Repeat. Naz. Repeat. Roth’s. Repeat. His house!

Double D didn’t know if he had it in him to continue on, but he knew if he didn’t try again, what he was going through would never go away and who knew if it would even help. But as a scientist (sort of), curiosity wouldn’t be fed unless he solved the problem. That night, he rushed to the attic and grabbed his dad’s camcorder, made sure it had enough juice and another set of batteries, before he was off again the next morning. Double D made sure he walked for an extra two hours and then dragged his tired limbs home after he ended up standing in front of Johnny’s house.

Double D sat in front of his television and observed every rock, crack, and dent the camcorder caught. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing unusual. Then he turned a familiar corner…

Four towering white walls with only one window higher than anyone can reach. The window radiated such an energy that made the Double D in the video let out a shuddering breath. It spoke of happiness, clarity…freedom.

He found himself scooting his chair closer to the television, brows furrowing and teeth digging into his bottom lip.  The camcorder started to shake the longer he stood there. Maybe from fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell which. The Double D in the video began breathing heavily, and between breaths, one word was uttered.

“Finally.”

The camcorder shook as Double D began running for the wall with the high window. All at once, shadows zipped to and fro in the small space. Everything came to a halt and the blurred camcorder came into focus.  Three creatures floated above him. They grinned with bright jagged teeth while the numerous eyeballs covering their hairy faces blinked one at a time. Their fur seemed to stand on end as if an electric shock ran through them.  Double D, slowly slipping from his chair, heard his breath hitch in the video and as if on cue, the beasts lunged themselves at him. The camcorder flew to the side as loud shrill screams echoed throughout the space. The creatures laughed the whole time, demonic voices creating multiple otherworldly sounds.

Double D gasped, finally thumping to the ground, hand over his mouth. He could barely see what was going on, but the sound of something hitting flesh could be heard and with each slap or punch, he flinched. Red splashed and dripped from the wall and camcorder lens. He trembled, tears overflowing. Then everything was silent. Double D didn’t dare breath.

Suddenly, the camcorder was lifted from the ground while whispered giggling was heard in the background.  Double D gasped for a second time as the camcorder showed himself being held up by the neck by the ragged dark blue haired beast. His hand subconsciously ventured to his neck and he swallowed thickly.

The blue one spoke. “NO. ESCAPE.

The voice pattern sounded familiar. Double D couldn’t quite place it, but he could’ve sworn it sounded like Marie Kanker. The video became fuzzy, white noise bouncing off his walls loudly. Then, as though nothing happened, he was walking and pointing the camcorder towards Johnny’s house. The only thing to leave his mouth was a broken sob. He sat there for the rest of the night.

Since that night, Double D was unable to leave his home. He refused to freak out about it. It was obvious why. He’d learned too much. In fact, he didn’t mind. This false reality wasn’t something he could go through normally anymore. So, without hesitation, Double D went to work watching the video over and over again. His home was covered in notes and scattered books. They were all about souls, purgatory, and how possible otherworldly plains could exist. The conclusion was possible and dead obvious from when he’d deducted that his parents weren’t there.

Double D, Eddward, was dead.

Many thoughts went through his head. Did he do something to deserve this? Double D was an excellent student and followed his ‘parents’ rules without a fuss. Although he had trouble believing in a higher being, did his trying mean nothing in the end? Or was it that he couldn’t move on? Was it possible that something was holding on to him there? Those answers weren’t going to come to him anytime soon. And it most likely never will, because he’d been wondering around his home for weeks and was slowly driving himself insane. The last time he’d watched the video, he remembered what he said.

“Finally.”

 

It clicked then…Double D knew that place. He knew all along. And the cycle kept repeating in a never ending loop. He’d have a vision, become curious enough to investigate, find the window, and then he’ll be destroyed by the three demons and finally locked in solitary confinement…until what?

Present Double D contemplated as he watched everyone play outside his window. His eyes were dry and his lips were chapped. Memories seeped back into his mind’s eyes at a slow crawl. Every incident that involved him remembering came to the surface. Each incident ended with him standing at his door, tears streaming down his face and eyes wide in desperation.

“I accept! Please, I accept and want to forget! Please let me out! Let me forget!”

The door would unlock and the memories of his past investigations were wiped away. He became the innocent Double D he’d been when he first entered this hellish place. He was scared. Alone. Wishing for his friends again. Those same feelings were coming back to him. It must have been around the time he’d usually cave. Double D scoffed, eyes narrowing. This time was different though. As he recalled, his past experiences didn’t learn from the mistakes he’d committed. He didn’t learn to concur his weakness.

I won’t let myself forget so easily this time, he thought.

No, this time he knew he’d have to say those same words. They were like a trigger for the demons; the Kanker Sisters. He didn’t want to beg them. He wanted to END them. How long had he and his friends been there? When and how did everyone die? Were they children when they died or people who’d lived full lives? The questions just kept coming and the more he stared out that window, the more he knew he couldn’t continue this way. There was a reason he kept remembering. Maybe this next time, it’ll be different.

A knife sat on his bed, smeared in blood. Arm stinging as he flexed his fingers, his eyes lingered on the kids in the cul-de-sac for another minute, before he walked out of his room. He stood on top of the stairs, forcing the tears to come to his eyes. If the Kanker Sisters were as dumb as he thought they were, then this should work without any complications.

With a deep breath, Double D rushed down the stairs and slammed into the door.

“I can’t take it anymore! Please, I’m begging you, let me out!” His fists banged against the door, tears flowing and voice cracking to add to the act. “Please! I accept! Let me forget! I want to forget!”

The door clicked. It worked. Double D stumbled away from the door, breathing heavily. It was really happening. Once he opened that door, he would forget everything. He’d have his friends back. The kids in the neighborhood would have a love/hate relationship with him. Double D would be back to the same carefree parent-loving genius he always been. Or was it written out for him to be?

His arm gave a sharp stab. Double D resisted grabbing it. All he could hope was that those words he so lovingly carved into his arm would stay. The cycle would end with these simple words…

I ACCEPT

It sounded as if he would give up each time, but no. They was so that the next time would be in remembrance of this past experience.  He’d remember and find a better way to escape. There had to be a better way…

Hesitantly he reached for the doorknob. The books and the notes faded away one by one as he inched the door open. Each memory that was seared into his brain dissolved and right before his eyes, the playing kids outside stopped what they were doing, recognition dawning in their features. Oddly, only one of them stared at him expectantly. Kevin. It was as if he knew this would happen.  

Double D didn’t have time to figure out. A wavering smile spread across his face and all he wanted to do was see about his friends. Nothing else matter. He closed the door behind him and was outside and with the Eds once more. From the corner of his eye, he could see Kevin still watching him.

I wonder what’s that about? he thought before shrugging. Double D grinned as he listened to Eddy plan his next scam, oblivious and content.

 

THE END?

Ice Woman 


On the 20th December 1980, was one extremely cold morning in Lengby, Minnesota, when a man discovered his 19-year old neighbor, Jean Hilliard, lying in the snow. Her whole body was frozen solid from the night before, when temperatures dropped twenty-five degrees below zero. Apparently, Jean was trying desperately to reach her neighbor for help when her car skidded off the road. 

When her body was discovered she was immediately sent to the local hospital, where her condition stunned the doctors. One of the nurses said that Jean was “so cold, it was like reaching into a freezer” and that “her face was absolutely white, just this ashen, death look.” Jean was also seriously frostbitten, and none of her limbs would bend or move.

The hospital staff did everything possible, yet the situation was dire. Even if Jean were to regain consciousness, she would more than likely have severe brain damage, and she was frostbitten to the degree that both her legs would have to be amputated. A few hours later, Jean went into violent convulsions, and regained consciousness. She was perfectly fine, mentally and physically, although a bit confused. Even the frostbite was slowly disappearing from her legs to the doctors’ amazement. She was released 49 days later without losing a single finger, and sporting only minor scars.

Killing Stalking Chap.13 spoilers

Ok, so i managed to read chapter 13 in spanish and these are the main things that happen, if you already read this here aare the spoilers for chapter 14

  • Police guy goes into Sangwoos home saying that he got noise complaints from a neighbor(Sangwoo knows he’s lying but still lets him in) and looks around, sees some chopped celery in the kitchen with a knife beside it, asks if Sangwoo has any pets, and then goes to check upstairs, when he comes back the knife is gone(SANGWOO YOU BETTER STOP)
  • Police guy pretends to make a call with Sangwoo looming behind him but then his phone rings(this pissed me off so much, it was like he was asking to get killed) which is his boss telling him to come take over his position at the station
  • When police guy gets ready to leave, he notices theres a closet he hasnt checked, Sangwoo tells him he can check it, and when police guy gets ready to open it, Sangwoo gets ready to kill him as he thinks bum is hiding there but all thats in the closet are some boxes
  • When police guy leaves he still isn’t convinced Sangwoo is telling the truth because he remembers the missing knife(he concludes that foot COULD have been a hallucination
  •  Sangwoo is going crazy because he cant find Bum(RUN MY BOY AND FIND A THERAPIST), runs outside without shoes and starts searching for Bum, and starts going completely insane and goes from calling Bum a little shit and saying how dare he escape to saying no he didn’t escape hes listening to me and starts remembering when they kissed, when he gave him a blowjob, and when he rubbed his dick and came just by that while saying that he wont let him leave/go, then starts choking a pole saying that he has to kill him and remembers choking his mom, punches his mom(which is really a pole(this dumb bitch)and its one of those telephone poles,the thick(haha thicc i’m sorry) ones) then his hand starts bleeding(because its a fucking metal pole) which he gets hard from and then he starts laughing
  • Sangwoo goes back home and starts speaking to himself saying hell just find Bum and kill him then everything will be ok, saying hell skin him, and that everything will be better this way and keeps repeating that things will be better like this
  • We hear a Sangwoo and see that its bum(WHY DIDNT YOU RUN MY CREEPY CHILD) and Sangwoo basically collapses on the floor with his eyes wide open and tells yoon bum come, and when bum hesitates (for like 1 FREAKING SECOND) he yells COME and just bear-hugs Bum, and bums like (BITCH DAFUQ) whats happening, and Sangwoo tsarts saying well stay together (the translation i was reading literally read yes, well be together for(could be translated for time)/ inside(a place) so this part could be either one) and Bum goes to return the hug, but then puts his arm to his side again(YES MY SON, REALIZE HOW CRAZY HE IS AND THEN HOW CRAZY YOU ARE) 

So i hope this gives you an idea on how the chapter is going to be, and im sorry for my commentary, I just couldn’t help myself

anonymous asked:

Do you believe being gay is a sin ?

First of all I would like to say that this is a very complicated question. So to avoid confusion allow me to make everything especially clear.

Being gay is a sin.

Sin can be thought of as simply “missing the mark” when it comes to what God wants from us.

I do not condone tolerating sin in any way. Jesus confronted sin head-on and we as Christians must do the same. However, contrary to what many “Christians” may believe, being gay is not a “super sin”. It’s not worse or more terrible than any other sin (i.e. lying, coveting, stealing, cheating…). No where in the Bible do we find God identifying levels of sin. 

Additionally, let it be said that God loves everyone equally. Yes, being gay is a sin in my own personal view and through what the Bible says. I am also aware that there are many members of the gay community that feel as though they would not be welcomed in the Church, and that is a huge mistake and failure on all of our parts as followers of Christ. 

The Bible identifies homosexuality as a sin. The Bible also says that love is fulfillment of the law. And when Jesus told us to love your neighbor, he meant every neighbor. This includes your gay neighbor, your atheist neighbor, your lying neighbor etc.

The Ballad of Bimbo the Deer

Nearly two years ago, a reclusive 70-something-year-old named Janet Schwartz was devastated when the law threatened to separate her from her domesticated deer, Bimbo. Conservation officers arrived at her generator-powered plywood shack, plopped miles away from a remote Canadian tourist town called Ucluelet, with orders to take the then ten-year-old deer into their custody.   Janet was told she wasn’t allowed to keep her deer anymore because in this part of Canada, it is illegal to keep wild pets as animals. After weeks of stress and fear, Janet reached out to a few media outlets and told her story. She had rescued the deer when it was only a day old, after her neighbors found it lying in the grass near its mother’s dead body. She named the deer Bimbo after a Gene Autry song (“Bimbo Bimbo where you gonna go-e-o”). Janet had raised a buck years before, so her neighbors knew she could provide a suitable home for the fawn. Janet raised Bimbo on goat’s milk and fruits, allowing her to sleep at her bedside every night for the first two years, until she was strong enough to be tethered to a hut on the property.   Janet claims after hearing her story, Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper reached out to her with a personal phone call to say, “the law will never touch you again.” And, faithfully, the authorities shortly after agreed the deer was not fit to survive in the wild on its own. Now, another two years later, Bimbo is 12 years old and still safely in the care of Janet, although confined to a muddy pen where wild animals such as bears and cougars are a possible threat. Janet takes special precautions at night, however, by allowing the deer to sleep in her living room.   “Bimbo comes right up to me to kiss me on the lips, like a man kisses a woman,“ Janet told theCanadian National Post last year. "She does the same thing. She kisses.” She explained that their bond is very strong and that the deer is protective when threats such as aggressive dogs or intrusive visitors come her way. She also explained that they sometimes fight, and that the deer rears up and flails her hooves toward Janet in the heat of arguments. Later, Bimbo likes to bury the hatchet by “licking her to death.”   Until this year, Janet lived with a man named Mike, who also had a close relationship with the deer. But in recent months Mike has fallen ill, and is currently hospitalized for an indeterminate amount of time. Now Janet lives in the remote and spooky hills outside one of Canada’s biggest tourist destinations alone, with only her beloved Bimbo to keep her company.  
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You know the feeling when you go out on your balcony in the morning, half-dressed and talking to yourself, to dick around with these jalapeños your trying to grow? And you sit down and you’re facing the nextdoor neighbor’s balcony, which is covered in gorgeous plants, and you’re just playing with potting soil, and it’s also one of those days where you wake up with a word or a phrase in your head so you’re repeating it over again mentally? And then you hear a noise and you look up only to realize that you’re face to face with the Nextdoor neighbor, who’s lying on the balcony hiding under her gorgeous plants and reading a book? And you’re suddenly super self aware because the word that’s been stuck in your head is “dank” and you don’t know how long this girl has been trying to escape into a book in her gorgeous garden hideaway while you’re sitting in your underwear poking around in the dirt and saying “man I better let these germinate somewhere SUPER DAAAAANK”