Hiatus

[Glitch’s•Toxic•Waste]

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Hey, I’m Scott, welcome to this weird account that makes little stories and shit for fictional killers.

This is an 18+ account.

If you are a minor and are affected by my posts in a negative way I am NOT the one to blame. I have given the warning, you didn’t listen.

I’m too lazy to go through my followers and block those who don’t have an age on their account or are minors.

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Slashers | Creepypasta | Anons

Matchups: Closed

Requests: OPEN

Asks: OPEN

Drafts: 42

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Blog Interaction Expectations.

Brothers Dad (BD): Talk to me about what’s on your mind.

Me: No

BD: You should talk to me, it’ll make you feel better.

Me: Nah

BD: I ain’t leaving until you talk.

Me: I need to get ready for school in an hour.

BD: C’mon, talk to me. Are you pregnant?

Me: No! Why is it that me not talking means I’m pregnant?!

BD shrugs: Just talk to me.

Me: Okay, I’m stressed about school and I’m scared I’m gonna get held back. PLUS mom doesn’t support me.

BD: I know you want to be a guy, and I know she’s not empathetic, give her time.

Me: I have been.

BD: You know, you’re such a pretty lady.

Me: AND THAT TOOK A TURN.

Sexual innuendos, you’ve been warned.

Mini rant:

Had a competition today

No one was willing to come and get me

Haven’t been able to participate in a comp in three weeks, most got canceled, had to miss out because doc said I needed to rest my arm for a week, and now I had to miss this one because no one wanted to come out to my house and get me

I love cheer 🙃

Every time y’all comment on my posts or reblog with cute/funny hashtags it puts a huge ass smile on my face.

I feel like I did a good job and that makes my heart swell so much.

Fuck I think I need to make up a semester

I’m smart I promise

Fucking finals are stressful as hell

Ugh

I’m multi-fandom now, be prepared for a ton of shit and a lot of account changes.