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HI and thank you so so so much if you got involved in this!!!! I’m so excited to be celebrating 1.5k w you guys and can’t wait to dish out some of these lil prizes <3

u guys I’ve had so much fun doing this and I’ve legit sat here for HOURS going through everyone’s blogs and tags and I’m just so,,,, in love,,, this fandom is amazing and u guys are so gorgeous and amazing! I’ve been whining at @peraltiagoisland​ all day about how much I want to include everyone and shower u all in compliments and just!!! I’m so blown away tbh 

A QUICK REMINDER OF THE PRIZES

WINNERS: 
- a big personalised playlist from me to u (u kno how I love my tunes)
- a follow from me if I’m not followin u (duh)
- a mention here!!
- a b99 fic from me if u want it!!! any prompt ya like
- hugs and love obvs

RUNNERS UP:
- a lil personal playlist from me to u
- also a follow if I’m not already
- also hugs and love
- and a lil mention here <3

if you’ve won/are a runner up please message me so we can talk and I’ll get started on your stuff! i’m so excited to talk to a bunch of you and give u music and writing agh <3

OKAY WITHOUT FURTHER ADO (I have added notes in italics bc I am just so excited and amazed by u guys)

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Another unprompted fic, more or less. It came about more as a result of this analysis (TL;DR: Peter’s too slender to lift Juno, but Juno could probably pick up Peter if he needed to), and particularly @wendy-comet‘s comment on it (#what I’m hearing from this is that juno could carry Nureyev#and that I should immediately put that into a fanfiction)

So, being the helpful person that I am, I decided to throw in my take on it.


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anonymous asked:

My mom keeps making comments like "you'll understand when you're a mother" or "I'm saving this for when you have kids" and it makes me really uncomfortable. I've mentioned that I don't want kids but she just says I'll change my mind when I'm older. The thought of pregnancy makes me feel sick. I feel like I'm overreacting if I try to confront her about it and I'm not sure what to do

My mum was kind of similar when I told her I was trans…

Luckily, she didn’t misgender me, but she very strongly wanted me to consider fertility options and being a genetic parent. I understand why she felt that way - she always hoped I’d “pass on her blood” or whatever. I had to tell her, time and time again, that even if I wasn’t trans, I didn’t feel like I was suitable to be a parent and would not have kids.
I’m also incredibly pregnancy-adverse and even being around other people who are makes me kind of uncomfortable for some reason.

It took her a while to accept it, but the fact I’m a guy probably made that easier. :(

I think she’s desperate. She knows you’re not interested in it, but is hoping something will change your mind.

She always expected grandchildren to be the plan, so it’s going to take her a little while to adjust, and she might need some comforting.. I know you feel pushed into a corner but I feel like she’s scared of losing grandchildren that were never going to exist.

I think a good plan is to sit down and be honest with her about it, try to have a heart-to-heart discussion about both of your fears, if you can.
(I know not everyone has a good enough relationship with their parents to. I certainly haven’t for most of my life.)

Just try to stay calm. I don’t think she’s actively trying to upset you, more trying to protect and comfort herself.

Hang on there <3
- Solar the Sea Turtle

I used to hack baby monitors. One night, I learned my lesson.

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.

Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor. Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.

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sequencefairy  asked:

Ichiruki - 40?

40. “What’s a little kiss between friends?”

“What’s a little kiss between friends?” Rukia states simply.

Ichigo wants to believe her. He’s annoyed that she seems surprisingly calm given the circumstances, and he wants with every fiber of his being to trust when she says that this means nothing. They’re close, always have been, so wouldn’t it make sense that they would come to this?

He knows she’s just curious. It’s difficult to keep away when one of your closest friends is a member of the sex you’re attracted to. It’s only a matter of time, and all that.

But Ichigo knows better. ‘Kiss between friends?’ Yeah, right.

If by friends she means two people who understand each other better than they understand anything else in the world, then sure. If her definition of friends consists of being able to communicate entire volumes of emotions with just one look then, yeah, what’s one kiss? Friends are able to pull each other from the depths of their own depression and self-guilt with only a few words when no one else (not even family) can, right? If that’s what she means by friends then they should be just fine.

Something tells him that’s not what’s going through her mind, however. She seems innocent and a little adventurous, but Ichigo is far too buried in the depths of her heart for it to mean nothing.

“Yeah,” he affirms. He’ll go along with it, because then maybe she’ll see. Maybe then she’ll understand. If they were just friends, then one kiss would be harmless fun, but they are much, much more than that.

She confidently leans in, assuming he’s going to be the shy, embarrassed one in this situation. He probably would’ve been, had he not been on a mission to prove to her just what they could do to each other. He lets her lead, as she lightly presses her lips to his, but as the sensation of kissing Rukia Kuchiki for the first time washes over him, he can’t help himself.

One of his hands weaves into her hair, desperately gripping the back of her head and bringing them even closer to each other. The kiss intensifies, as they start to explore one another in a way they hadn’t dared attempt to in the past. Her mouth opens in surprise, and though Ichigo is still inexperienced, he takes that as his cue to delve his tongue inside, sampling the delicious taste of his best ‘friend’.

They both don’t know how long they stay like that, but as soon as oxygen becomes an issue and they breathlessly pull away, Rukia’s eyes widen and Ichigo is able to perfectly understand everything she’s trying to tell him without words, yet again. He silently pats himself on the back for succeeding at his mission, because he knows that if Rukia wants to remain just ‘friends’, she’s made a very, very big mistake.

When You Least Expect It, There Is A Song
  • Doctor: What do you think of the Towers? (translation: what do you think of [the new] me?)
  • River: I LOVE them. (translation: I love you)
  • Doctor: Then why are you ignoring them? (translation: why are you standing so far away from me?)
  • River: They're ignoring ME. But then...you can't expect a monolith to love you back. (translation: YOU are standing far away from me; then again, I can't expect you to love me back, not like I love you.)
  • Doctor: No, you can't... (translation: let me explain)
  • Doctor: They've been there for millions of years, through storms and floods and wars and...time. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. It's probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance between both towers. Even the locals aren't sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair and the night is perfect...when you least expect it...but always...when you need it the most...there is a Song. (translation: I'm old, I've been around a long, long time, seen so much war, and disaster, and loss, and I've had so much time that I don't know what I feel anymore. And I can't say exactly how this happened, but one thing I do know is, on a night like tonight, when everything is perfect and just when I least expect it, there you are...and I realise...for me, there's only YOU.)
  • River: *gasps*

#19: I Used To Hack Baby Monitors. One Night, I Learned My Lesson.

By: manen_lyset

Length: Long

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.

Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor.

Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.

Pardon the pun, but hacking a baby monitor is child’s play. All you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours. Never one to do things half-assed, I purchased a high-end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible.

The following night, we took to our bikes, roamed the neighbourhood, and found our first victim. We could see the nursery from the suburban home’s second floor window. Dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies, until we heard breathing. I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition. Dimitri pressed the button, and began exhaling heavily into the receiver.

“…your…little girl…was…delicious…”, he murmured, using a demonic voice.

The light in the master bedroom turned on almost immediately, and we heard a shrill scream. Laughing our asses off, we quickly rode off down the street so we wouldn’t get caught.

We repeated the prank several times over the course of the following weeks, each taking turns talking through the monitor. Not wanting anyone to get wise to our little game, we chose different houses every time. People’s reactions were priceless: some mothers would reply in a panic, others seemed to know it was a hoax and told us to shut up, and one poor woman even started sobbing uncontrollably, begging us not to hurt her baby.

I feel bad about that last one now that I’m older, but it was hilarious to me back then. My friends and I mimicked her high-pitch bawling and desperate cries for mercy for weeks afterwards. Yeah, we were royal dicks.

Karma’s a bitch, and I got what was coming to me one night. Kurt and Dimitri were busy studying for their midterms, so I went out on my own. By then, we’d gotten pretty much everyone in the surrounding area, so I decided to venture off across town and into unfamiliar territory. Finding a target wasn’t difficult: you just had to look for cars with baby seats, houses with overly-colorful cartoon-themed curtains, or toys left in the yard.

I came across a house that fit all three criteria, and parked my bike out of view. Playing with the tuner, I eventually found the right frequency. I could hear the sound of a baby snoring very lightly. A devious little smirk pushed its way onto my lips, and my heart began pounding with excitement. It was my time to shine.

“I…am…watching…”, I whispered into the monitor, using the creepiest voice I could muster.

The house remained dark and lifeless. I figured the home owners hadn’t heard me.

“…I…stand…over your bed…watching…waiting…I will get you…”, I said, louder this time.

Nothing. Just the sounds of crickets chirping, and the occasional dull roar of a car driving down the street. It was a little odd. Parents usually reacted much quicker than that. I began feeling a little nervous, and somewhat exposed. You know, like when you suddenly realize some creeper’s gawking at you? It was getting late, and I had a long bike ride home.

Just as I was about to give up and leave, I heard a strange, moist gurgling sound coming from the monitor. The quiet, rhythmic snores ceased, and I assumed the baby had woken up and was about to start crying. Instead, a man spoke to me.

“You’re the one…being…watched now…Juan”, he said softly.

My stomach pirouetted at his words. How did he know my name?! I felt sick. Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. I glanced up at the nursery window, and saw a silhouette standing there watching me. Had he been there the whole time?

The air was thick and difficult to inhale, though perhaps fear was making it hard to breathe. My body quivered uncontrollably, as a sense of dread poured into every inch of me. I climbed on my bike, pedaling desperately to get away. Part of me thought I was overreacting, but the overwhelming need to flee overpowered my rational mind.

“You…can’t run…I know…where you live, Juan…”, continued the man, even as I turned the corner.

I flew down the street, not stopping until I reached a busy boulevard. Surrounded by cars and a few late night joggers, I felt safe.

“…Your hoodie will run red with your blood, boy…”, whispered the man, still talking through the baby monitor in my pocket.

A passerby gave me a nasty look as I yelped loudly in fear, practically ripping my hoodie in my frantic attempt at removing it. To the stranger, I must have looked like some snotty kid tripping balls or something. He didn’t know I was in genuine distress, so I don’t blame him for walking off with an insulted huff, though I wish he had offered to help me instead.

After stuffing the hoodie into my backpack, I noticed my name scrawled on the back. It was my fucking school jacket: no wonder that bastard knew my name. It then occurred to me that baby monitors were fairly short-ranged, so I was obviously being followed. I nervously glanced around to try and identify my stalker. Was it the empty-looking van down the street? That guy walking his dog? The car that had just driven by?

Either way, the last thing I wanted was to hear that voice again, so I turned off the device, and started pedaling towards my home. Fear had heightened my senses, and I began notice every motion of the trees in the breeze, every crackle of twigs under my wheels, and every car that zipped past me. I flinched whenever anyone came near, paranoid that whoever had spoken to me through the baby monitor was going to catch up. Fortunately, I made it home without incident.

I parked the bike in my garage and crawled up the stairs to my bedroom. In one careless motion, I tossed my backpack and the baby monitor in the corner of my room, and dove under my sheets like an Olympic swimmer. It doesn’t matter how old you are: nothing feels safer than being under your blanket. I closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to catch a few hours of rest before class, but then I heard static coming from the monitor across the room. The monitor that was supposed to be off.

“Sweet dreams, Juan”, said the voice that still haunts my nightmares.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too frightened to get out of bed until sunrise. When I got up, my first order of business was to remove the battery from the monitor and throw it in the trash. I didn’t want anything to do with it any more. I came up with an excuse to give my buddies so they wouldn’t think I was a huge pussy. With massive bags under my eyes, I got dressed, had breakfast, and went to school.

It wasn’t until a few days later that I saw the house on the news. In an interview, a police officer explained that the small family who had been living in the house had been found in their beds, necks slit open. I had been outside when it happened: the killer had heard me on the baby monitor and decided to fuck with me.

It was definitely a wake-up call, and I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t gotten the shit murdered out of me. I was too busy feeling thankful that I survived to feel bad about the family that hadn’t. Empathy, like wisdom, comes with age.

Now that I’m an adult with a wife and daughter, I truly understand the consequences of my actions, and the severity of the situation I put myself in as a tremendously stupid teenage boy. That dreadful night, I thought I reached the epitome of fear, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. As a father, I now know that fear thrives and multiplies when there’s something more precious than your own life at stake.

I can’t say for sure whether the killer found me again after all these years, or whether a new breed of idiots had the same idea as my friends and I, but I can tell you that I now understand what true terror is. Last night, I heard something on our baby monitor that sent chills into my very soul, shackling me with a paralyzing fear that I doubt will ever leave me:

“I'm…still…watching…”

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was msg u what I have written down in advance gratitude, and abt my fiancée. I didn't understand what u were trying to tell me. But I'd like to do this 30 day game n maybe that will help with this situation but not only for this tho, but I'm not sure exactly what ur doing on it, I have been looking at all ur posts abt it but I'm still not sure. Can u make a list of things I should do on this 30 day game? Thanxx

That is my fault, my apologies. I didn’t quite understand what you were asking me. My answer wasn’t very clear, so again I apologize.

If you were writing your gratitude list saying thank you in advance, and you didn’t feel happy or good about the list, or you didn’t feel like it felt true….what you could do is rephrase it in a way that felt true to you.

How “you” “personally” respond to whatever’s going on with you and your fiance/husband is what will attract to you.

If you ask your question again, perhaps I will understand better what you were asking. My apologies for not understanding. I do feel like I would understand better if you asked again.

🌟As for the the 30 day manifestation game, here’s what I do:

🌟Each day of the game, when I wake up, I either listen to a list of things that I appreciate (a gratitude list that I record with my own voice), and or write them down and say them out loud.

🌟This helps you focus positively early in the morning.

So:

👉1. Gratitude list.👈

✔Example: I am so happy and grateful for all of the people who contribute positive value in the world.

💡When you get to around day 14,15,16 you start transitioning the gratitude lists in a phrasing that is 👉like you already have it now.👈

✔Example: I am so happy and grateful now that I have in excess $50,000 flowing to me each month in ways that are compatible with what inspires me, helps me have positive impact on the lives of many others, and is in alignment with what I love to do in positive and healthy ways.

You don’t have to do this in the morning, that’s just what’s recommended. Nowdays I naturally wake up 2 hours (for some reason) before I would usually have to for that day no matter what time it is or when I go to sleep. It is just something that tends to happen, and typically I feel super energized. You can do it whenever you are able to, so don’t think you have to do it like that.

💡Then, while I brush my teeth I say one or more “Wouldn’t it be nice ifs” to set a tone for the day.

You can say as many as you want. Often I have too many to count, and often I have just one.

👉2. Wouldn’t it be nice if…

✔Example “Wouldn’t it be nice if I received a new book today that inspired me?”

✔Or “Wouldn’t it be nice if my fiancee and I started having a more positive and harmonious relationship today?”

Then at some point at the day, generally I do it in the morning…however somedays it works out at different times…I listen to some music that makes me feel good and I dance ALL OUT!!! I give it all I have, sometimes working up a sweat.

So:

👉3. Dance to some good vibed music.

💡Then, throughout the day, I choose how I want to respond to whatever happens throughout the day. I focus on what feels better as much as possible. I listen to my recorded gratitude list throughout the day. When driving I will even play them out loud and say them as loud as I can which causes me to feel energized. Customize it however workd the best for you.

👉4. Read or Listen to 5-30 minutes of positive materials each day. That could mean something educational that you are interested in, something law of attraction related, like I’ll often watch Ted talks or listen to audiobooks. @thecoloroftime likes to listen to Abraham recordings and do meditations, I believe @lawofattractionandlove likes to do similar. So whatever works for you the best is what you do here. Whatever you feel good about.

💡Often I like to link the videos so people can watch them if they want too.

👉🌟🌟🌟The whole purpose of the game is to feel at least 1% better each day and to have others who support you in positive and healthy ways.🌟🌟🌟👈

💡You can customize the game to whateber (I mean whatever lol) goal you are trying to achieve with your fiance as well.

👉5. Play the “What’s Exciting” game. Basically you either go back and forth sharing with someone things that would be exciting to you in positive and healthy ways, and or play the game with yourself.
Just message me if you want a better idea of it. Eventually you could do this with your fiance/husband and that would be awesome.

👉6. Watch at least one funny video, movie, or something funny that makes you laugh each day. One of my favorite things to do nowadays is watch @persiandollxo videos. She has a YouTube channel, check it out and show her some love. She has naturally had me rolling in laughter on several occassions. And also @clairecity has made me laugh too. She has a YouTube channel as well. I have some of @persiandollxo videos posted on this blog, I might have all of then posted at some point. I think if you go on my blog and search Sanam Abedini the videos will all pop up.

👉7. Before you go to sleep, do another appreciation list, list all the good that happened during the day, and imagine how you would like your next day to flow. You could even add in “what would be exciting if it happened the next day?”

💡Then you can post it daily on Tumblr, or write it down in a journal so you can see your progress. It is cool to look back at a journal and see all the progress you have made, plus it helps you to reread it at times too.

So that’s basically the game. You don’t have to do all of that, and you could do more. What you want to be sure to do is the gratitude lists, dance to the music, the “What’s Exciting” game, and you want to focus on what feels better as often as you can.

💡You also want to take a new action each day that is alignment with progress. Message me ti explain that further.

Let me know if you have any further questions.

Side note: You might not want to play the What’s Exciting game every day. Because if you do it like I do it, you get all excited and if you get too excited it can be like a sugar rush (which means you could have a come down period), so you will have balance it out according to what works for you. Once the things that you are excited about feel normal for you to have, you’ll notice them flowing in with ease. The excitement just starts the process.

I used to hack baby monitors. One night, I learned my lesson.

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.

Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor. Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.

Pardon the pun, but hacking a baby monitor is child’s play. All you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours. Never one to do things half-assed, I purchased a high-end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible. The following night, we took to our bikes, roamed the neighbourhood, and found our first victim. We could see the nursery from the suburban home’s second floor window. Dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies, until we heard breathing. I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition. Dimitri pressed the button, and began exhaling heavily into the receiver.

“…your…little girl…was…delicious…”, he murmured, using a demonic voice.

The light in the master bedroom turned on almost immediately, and we heard a shrill scream. Laughing our asses off, we quickly rode off down the street so we wouldn’t get caught.

We repeated the prank several times over the course of the following weeks, each taking turns talking through the monitor. Not wanting anyone to get wise to our little game, we chose different houses every time. People’s reactions were priceless: some mothers would reply in a panic, others seemed to know it was a hoax and told us to shut up, and one poor woman even started sobbing uncontrollably, begging us not to hurt her baby. I feel bad about that last one now that I’m older, but it was hilarious to me back then. My friends and I mimicked her high-pitch bawling and desperate cries for mercy for weeks afterwards. Yeah, we were royal dicks.

Karma’s a bitch, and I got what was coming to me one night. Kurt and Dimitri were busy studying for their midterms, so I went out on my own. By then, we’d gotten pretty much everyone in the surrounding area, so I decided to venture off across town and into unfamiliar territory. Finding a target wasn’t difficult: you just had to look for cars with baby seats, houses with overly-colorful cartoon-themed curtains, or toys left in the yard. I came across a house that fit all three criteria, and parked my bike out of view. Playing with the tuner, I eventually found the right frequency. I could hear the sound of a baby snoring very lightly. A devious little smirk pushed its way onto my lips, and my heart began pounding with excitement. It was my time to shine.

“I…am…watching…”, I whispered into the monitor, using the creepiest voice I could muster.

The house remained dark and lifeless. I figured the home owners hadn’t heard me.

“…I…stand…over your bed…watching…waiting…I will get you…”, I said, louder this time.

Nothing. Just the sounds of crickets chirping, and the occasional dull roar of a car driving down the street. It was a little odd. Parents usually reacted much quicker than that. I began feeling a little nervous, and somewhat exposed. You know, like when you suddenly realize some creeper’s gawking at you? It was getting late, and I had a long bike ride home. Just as I was about to give up and leave, I heard a strange, moist gurgling sound coming from the monitor. The quiet, rhythmic snores ceased, and I assumed the baby had woken up and was about to start crying. Instead, a man spoke to me.

“You’re the one…being…watched now…Juan.”, he said softly.

My stomach pirouetted at his words. How did he know my name?! I felt sick. Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. I glanced up at the nursery window, and saw a silhouette standing there watching me. Had he been there the whole time? The air was thick and difficult to inhale, though perhaps fear was making it hard to breathe. My body quivered uncontrollably, as a sense of dread poured into every inch of me. I climbed on my bike, pedalling desperately to get away. Part of me thought I was overreacting, but the overwhelming need to flee overpowered my rational mind.

“You…can’t run…I know…where you live, Juan…”, continued the man, even as I turned the corner.

I flew down the street, not stopping until I reached a busy boulevard. Surrounded by cars and a few late night joggers, I felt safe.

“…Your hoodie will run red your blood, boy…”, whispered the man, still talking through the baby monitor in my pocket.

A passerby gave me a nasty look as I yelped loudly in fear, practically ripping my hoodie in my frantic attempt at removing it. To the stranger, I must have looked like some snotty kid tripping balls or something. He didn’t know I was in genuine distress, so I don’t blame him for walking off with an insulted huff, though I wish he had offered to help me instead.

After stuffing the hoodie into my backpack, I noticed my name scrawled on the back. It was my fucking school jacket: no wonder that bastard knew my name. It then occurred to me that baby monitors were fairly short-ranged, so I was obviously being followed. I nervously glanced around to try and identify my stalker. Was it the empty-looking van down the street? That guy walking his dog? The car that had just driven by? Either way, the last thing I wanted was to hear that voice again, so I turned off the device, and started pedalling towards my home. Fear had heightened my senses, and I began notice every motion of the trees in the breeze, every crackle of twigs under my wheels, and every car that zipped past me. I flinched whenever anyone came near, paranoid that whoever had spoken to me through the baby monitor was going to catch up. Fortunately, I made it home without incident.

I parked the bike in my garage and crawled up the stairs to my bedroom. In one careless motion, I tossed my backpack and the baby monitor in the corner of my room, and dove under my sheets like an Olympic swimmer. It doesn’t matter how old you are: nothing feels safer than being under your blanket. I closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to catch a few hours of rest before class, but then I heard static coming from the monitor across the room. The monitor that was supposed to be off.

“Sweet dreams, Juan.”, said the voice that still haunts my nightmares.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too frightened to get out of bed until sunrise. When I got up, my first order of business was to remove the battery from the monitor and throw it in the trash. I didn’t want anything to do with it any more. I came up with an excuse to give my buddies so they wouldn’t think I was a huge pussy. With massive bags under my eyes, I got dressed, had breakfast, and went to school.

It wasn’t until a few days later that I saw the house on the news. In an interview, a police officer explained that the small family who had been living in the house had been found in their beds, necks slit open. I had been outside when it happened: the killer had heard me on the baby monitor and decided to fuck with me. It was definitely a wake-up call, and I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t gotten the shit murdered out of me. I was too busy feeling thankful that I survived to feel bad about the family that hadn’t. Empathy, like wisdom, comes with age.

Now that I’m an adult with a wife and daughter, I truly understand the consequences of my actions, and the severity of the situation I put myself in as a tremendously stupid teenage boy. That dreadful night, I thought I reached the epitome of fear, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. As a father, I now know that fear thrives and multiplies when there’s something more precious than your own life at stake. I can’t say for sure whether the killer found me again after all these years, or whether a new breed of idiots had the same idea as my friends and I, but I can tell you that I now understand what true terror is. Last night, I heard something on our baby monitor that sent chills into my very soul, shackling me with a paralyzing fear that I doubt will ever leave me:

“I'm…still…watching…”

Creepypasta #634: I Used To Hack Baby Monitors. One Night, I Learnt My Lesson.

Story length: Super long

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.

Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor. 

Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.

Pardon the pun, but hacking a baby monitor is child’s play. All you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours. Never one to do things half-assed, I purchased a high-end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible. 

The following night, we took to our bikes, roamed the neighbourhood, and found our first victim. We could see the nursery from the suburban home’s second floor window. Dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies, until we heard breathing. I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition. Dimitri pressed the button, and began exhaling heavily into the receiver.

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Hello friends! With as much hate as there’s been lately, I’ve seen a lot of people getting really down and not seeing how fantastic they really are. So welcome to Praise Week! Here’s the drill.

  • You don’t have to reblog but it’d be nice to spread the word
  • Send a message to my praise week blog telling me your first name
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  • That got really long
  • Sorry
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  • If you do not want to turn on anon (which I totally understand given the amount of hate that’s been going around) then tell me in your message that you would like to participate non-anonymously
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