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I think my neighbour is a vampire. He lives in the apartment above me and I haven't seen him in daylight. When he moved in it was 11.30 pm, I was in the bathroom (dyeing my hair) and from there you can see our entrance. Since then some mysterious things happened and now I am afraid he will kill me.
One night, I was in the bathroom again, I heard screams from above. It sounded like there's someone locked in a box, knowing and screaming for help.
One night, around 10 pm, the doorbell rang and some strange, old lady stood in front of my door. As I opened it, she ran into my apartment, stopped in my living room and looked around. I was very perplex and before I could do anything about it, she left and went straight upstairs to the apartment of my vampire neighbour.
I confess that I believe in vampires and that I am scared.
im falling for you and im scared because i don't want to
i dont want you hurt
that comic, bloom
it's about two boys
the blonde, he's scared that the feelings he has will never go away
that he'll always be just a bro
like me
that's what i am
i can't stop liking you
is it a sin? am i horrible for it?
it
it hurts
it hurts so bad
I caught my little sis and boyfriend screwing. It was such a weird feeling. I liked and didn't like it at the same time. They were going at it and getting into it like I have never seen or experienced. I just stood there silently and watched. Now I am so confused in so many ways and no idea what to think or do. I confess to being lost.
I am embarrased of myself, I am addicted to the gym because I’m too short that i look like my girls little brother, I have Tourette, and I shake like a chicken so just because people bully me in the past, I insult humiliate and use, women that are weak than me, I don’t choose equal opponents because I am a really chicken.
I hoped someone died. When I read about the Nashville bombing I hoped whoever did it died in the blast. That’s wrong. All life is sacred. But I felt if they died at least they couldn’t do it again. I did pray for their soul.
What makes people do such things? As far as nuts go he was better than most. Warned everyone to run. But his goal was to keep people from use phone for few days?
He was worried gov spies on us. Of course they do. I want them to. Just in case some nut wants to blow up something. See; I assume words even in this thing triggered a program. Because it should. If that bothers you just have fun with it.
Like youh. You spyin on me? Well how bout spyin on deese nutts.
See. Now you got even and didn’t hurt anyone. People think too much of themselves. Most of us aren’t important enough for anyone to really give a crap what we do. Unless we break laws. Who passes those laws? Us.
The sad fact is. There are millions of people who could easily do what he did. Just need a moderate IQ, and minimal training nearly every kid gets in school. So why doesn’t it happen more often? Because it’s senseless. I get some passion killers. Wife catches cheating husband. Someone kills home invader. Emotions overwhelm some people. But why a random attack on people you don’t even know?
Whenever some states oppose things like free health care point to things like this. Most people who do random violence out of the blue could have used therapy.
I’ll admit I used to laugh at such things. Then a disease forced me to see one. One thing my wife hated about me is that I slept with a lot of women before we married. She’s meet them. Then ask why I’d lied about it. I was ashamed. The therapist explained it. As a kid I’d been assaulted. Having sex with a bunch of loose women was my way of taking back control of my body. Once I realized that was true I forgave myself. Wife still thought I’d been a horn dog. But I no longer cared. Granted. This is a bad example. But That’s about the worst thing I ever did. I’d date. Have sex. Never call again. Very rude.
I went out to repair a customers tyre at their home address and ended up having sex with her. The following week I was called out again to the same address. When I arrived it was the mother of the girl i had sex with. As I was fixing her car she said that her daughter had told her about how hot the guy was from the garage was that she had to have sex with him. She said that's why she had to call me back out so she could see for herself. She opened her zipper and only had a bra on and said I've nothing on under my skirt. I couldn't hide my bulge and she said come upstairs and we can have sex.
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
#deadpool #red #ninja #fun #laugh #funny #laughter #comic #comics #book #admission #riddle #code #drug #drugs #gang #fight #athlete #athletic #merc #mercenary #mouth #trashtalking #cuss #cussing #gymnast #agile #agility #gymnastics
I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.
I’m tired God. I should have been aborted like my mom told me everyday. She hated boys. Never wanted one. My dad made her have me. Then he hated my hair so he tried to kill me. I relive that. Then I was an orphan. So much pain till adulthood.
I stayed loyal to you God. But you let people hurt me. Society likes to hurt autistic people. I tried so hard. But you gave me other disabilities too. And a disease in my 20’s. I fought to keep working. Then you gave me a 2nd degree. Then a third.
They made me go on disability. The pain is so intense no pain meds work; so I live with the pain.
But they won’t provide enough medical care. I can’t afford my meds. Or doc visits. I don’t understand. They forced me into disability. I lost my job & retirement. Now they want to change the rules. They treat me like I’m lazy.
I stopped going to Church. Men treated me like an outcast for raising my kids I lived with that. But people didn’t want my disabled child there. So I said F them. I taught him faith at home.
My daughter was beat up at school by a gang. My son was expelled along with his friends for defending disabled; gay, & poor kids.
My wife may die from a disease. She divorced me as her parents begged her too. They blamed me; but it was them moving next door that upsets her so. She is now so sick. My poor baby. My disabled child started having seizures after I left. He’s so upset. My poor baby.
My son must now make long daily drives to avoid alternative school. All because he couldn’t set by & watch a gang beat tiny children at school. Those mothers wont expel the section 8 gang members. But they slammed my baby. My baby cries. He misses his friends. Sports. Me. He wants to live with me. I have no home.
I do all I can to help his mom keep their home; as she fights for her life. My daughter had to become an adult at 16 when she graduated high school.
Where are you when this is all happening God? I saved lives. I worked hard. I was a good person. I helped so many strangers. Yet here we are. Why God? Why won’t you ever fight for me or protect me? I’m so tired.
Well I won’t give up; but I think I’m dying. I can’t even afford to goto a doc to find out. I got Covid I’m pretty sure; I isolated. But I couldn’t afford a hospital to help me. Now somethings wrong with my heart. It hurts. It seems to have a leak. I’m passing out. I love you God. But do you love me? I always seem to be alone. It’s me against the world. I love the world. But it seems to hate me. I don’t know how much more I can bear.
Keep piling more on my body. But please heal my disabled son. Please heal my ex wife. Please look out for her & my 3 children who still live. My first baby died long ago & is with you. Please tell him I love him. Please heal my second baby. The world is hard on him. He has autism. Please protect my third child. She’s such a good girl. Please protect my fourth child. He’s such a brave boy.
If you want to keep piling more on me that’s fine. But please protect my wife and children.
I love you God; even if you don’t love me. I love you Jesus, my perfect brother.
Amen
I have to wear diapers for years now for urinary incontinence problems. However; my wife doesn't know if like cumming in them. Should I be punished?
I'm in love with my best friend, but she has a boyfriend and is in love with another boy. He keeps complaining that he will never have her because she has a boyfriend. I think it's unfair he gets to complain. They will eventually break up, but I can't change my gender or her sexual orientation.
#lesbian #jealous #scared #frustrated #love
I'm truly and honestly afraid of disabled persons. No matter if mentally disabled or physically.
Even if I try to talk myself into believing that they it's not their fault, it just creeps me out. I was in an elevator with one once and I almost started crying, I even hyperventilated and almost passed out.
I avoid this topic and everything that has to do with it.
#disabled #person #mentally #physically #creep #elevator #scared
My ex wife and I remained friends. She moved in with a close friend. It was awkward. We worked together in a band. She is smart and beautiful redhead. Last January we met at their place for band business, worked late and discovered it snowed like hell. My ex insisted I stay until it was safe. They to their bedroom behind French doors covered with sheer curtains me on the couch. After the lights were off I could see her silhouette as she fucked him. I got so hard. She moaned so loud like she was right beside me. I didn't get off. I tried jerking off when I thought they were sleeping, closed my eyes. Minutes later just as I was close, I heard something, opened my eyes to see her standing there nude. It was too late to cover up and suddenly I blasted my cum while she watched. She blew me a kiss and went to the bathroom. She came back, stopped and whispered if I was Ok. The last few months she teases me with what she calls "our little secret." What do I do? What does she want? All very true.
As a kid (okay more a teenager) my friends and I always had stupid ideas how we could spend our time together. One night we had a sleepover at my place, I had the idea to go to the cemetery and have a good old game of DARE. Because we were all boys at the age of 12-15 no one wanted to admit that we were scared. I was scared for sure.
So we went to the cemetera and of course I had to go first because it was my idea. My task was to go to on of the tombstones (the one the farest away from us and the one with a creepy looking angel sitting on top of it) and there I should light the candle at the grave.
As scared as I was I didn't want them to think I'm a coward. I went there and kneeled down to light the candle as someone jumped from behind the tombstone, screaming like hell.
I started screaming as well, kicking and punching. I also pissed in my pants.
My friends thought it was funny to scare me and it worked. But what they didn't think of was my reaction. I kicked and punched and destroyed the whole grave. All flowers were trampled down, the little figures were broken and the photo in the picture frame of the dead guy and his family was also destroyed.
Because we were scared to get caught, we ran away as fast as we could.
The incident also appeared on the local newspapers with a picture of the damage and the headline "WHO DID THIS?"
They never found out it was us but I will definitely regret this for the rest of my life.
#grave #cemetery #boys #dare #tombstone #scared #damage #coward #confess
When I am bored, I call taxis and order pizzas and tell them the address of my neighbours and friends.
K. So I’m 13. And well I guess my parents are kinda if lgbtphobes , I donno really, I’m perfectly fine with it but my parents not so much. Wich is absurd cuz my aunt came out as bisexual and they didn’t say anything, but whatever. Anyway, for the past few months I’ve kinda been questioning my sexuality. It’s been absolutely terrifying tho. Just the thought of telling people who I am. It’s really scary. Also my school. They’re not exactly the most accepting. I have a friend who came out as bi this year and well a lot of ppl have been making fun of her wich is awful but she has so much freaking confidence but the problem is I DONT, so coming out would be terrifying cuz so many ppl have been making jokes of her and it scares me. It scares me so much I don’t think I ever want to come out. So yeah, thanks for reading. Bye
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
I hate my mom. She gave me away. I endured hell. I helped buy her a home. Did so much for her. Yet she is still horrible to me. I’m tired of loving people who hate me. She says she wishes she’d aborted me. Well so do I.
M 25 yr old virgin finally got the courage to go see an escort was scared out of my mind that it was gonna be a cop couldnt get hard no matter how much i tried ended up chilling smoking sum...
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