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I still can’t let go of my ex but I don’t even want to act like a pathetic depressed ex.It's been 2 months since we broke up and I’m still not over it but outside I’m kinda act good as chill with my friends as I even went on date with other guy after breakup to move on but still can’t get over. So I made up my mind and text him because he finally unblocked me in ig as asked him on a date like causal last date not talking about patchup and all and he said yes. Omfg I’m having finals so will be going after that.
I think my boyfriend likes talking to other girls more than talking to me. He often seems very distracted when I try to talk to him but as soon as another girl shows up, he's "awake" and fools around with her. I guess I am very jealous about that but it keeps me wondering.
I now think about breaking up with him, just to let him pay. I feel bad all the time and could cry all day long and I want him to notice but he doesn't.
I would like to confess that I am ashamed of my boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he is a very attractive, good-looking guy and he is charming and funny and he has a well-paid job. The problem is his basic general knowledge, or more the lack thereof. And believe me, it sticks out rather quickly when you get to know him.
We take part in trivia night with some of our friends every couple of weeks and it is just so embarrassing to watch. He does not know any of the answers, but is almost always the first one to blurt out a wrong answer. He never heard of the tide, he has no idea what insolvency is and he thinks that Major Tom is some famous mayor of a big city.
He's the mockery in our group of friends, even though they are all kind to him. I always try to take his side though and tell them that he is good to me and that he has a secure job to provide for me.
But... well, the last couple of weeks I often found some excuses why he cannot come with me to visit my family and stuff. He embarrassed himself in front of my whole family as well when he told my dad that he wanted to see tigers when going on safari in Africa. Yes, I know, there are worse things out there, but I think it is embarrassing that he does not know that tigers do not live in Africa, but in Asia?!? How can he not know that....
I just can't stick with him and defend himself in front of my family all the time. My family is made of academics and general knowledge is very important to us...
#embarrassed #boyfriend #problem #stick #dumb #knowledge #basic #family
I am 12 I admit to going on the internet and searching for erotic stories I even use this site to arouse me at times I have masterbaited several times and although it is nothing compared to the horrible things on here I pray I have the power and strength to control my sexaul urges.
I’ve had a tickle fetish for years. I’m straight and not attracted to men at all but I had to reach out to a gay friend of mine from work and ask him if he can help me satisfy my urges. Once a month we get a hotel and do fetish stuff. For a while he would just tie me up and tickle me for hours. I would let him give me handjobs and oral so he could have fun too. But now it’s grown into something bigger. Not only does he tickle my feet like crazy and tickle me everywhere else, but he added other stuff to our regimen. I’m so obsessed and turned on by tickling I had no other choice. Usually I’m tied spread eagle and gagged and blindfolded. He tickles me for a while and now he plays with my asshole and fucks me. And then he’ll jerk me off and give me extreme post orgasm torture. He even busts my balls a lot with some slaps. I’m a slave to my fetish.
I'm not a nice person. I am very unapologetic, opinionated, and honest. I say everything like it is. Sometimes I go too far and don't realize it, apparently I did today at work. I just had no idea that people were offended by my actions at all. I'm still new and I guess I'll just never fit in. I like my job and I don't want to leave it but no one really talks to me, or includes me in any conversations. Its like I'm a burden. I suppose its my own fault though.
What I am going to write now is so disgusting I am glad that no one knows you I am.
Do you know cake pops? Those lollipop-cakes on a stick?
I decided to make some of them and bring them to work. Bought the stuff I needed and got to work. I soon realized that my dough was one fluid mess and I was running out of time because I got the night shift and I still had to clean up everything and take a shower and stuff.
I then did something ... disgusting and disturbing, I got this idea while sitting on the pot. I decided to bake my excrements, make a stick on it and take it with me to work. So I did!
I even covered it with some icing.
Some of my colleagues ate it and had to puke. None of them knows what it really was, I told them maybe one of the eggs I used was spoiled. They believed me and I regret doing that in the first place.
#cake #pop #disgusting #excrements #bake #stick #work #confession
I am 20 years old, female and i have had some relationships. The thing is, i am now single and quite dissapointed...why do guys act this hypocritically? I always say to them when we start dating that i really dont fuck from the first dates and that i dont believe all the things i hear like "oh i love you so much". But they will either say "common, i wont try to pressure you" or "plz be with me, im in love". The exact moment you start to believe in them, POOF! They show their true colors. I wish i could find some sweet guy i could trust, but that wont happen
#guys #hypocritical #lies
I am a 17 year old male, and I really want to kill someone. I just want to do it because I think it would feel exhilarating. I want to feel the persons warm blood flow down my fingers going to my hands. Seeing and feeling the life empty from their body. I have no remorse, and have never killed anything before. I want to start with a human because it would be the best thing to ever feel. I should also state that I watch quite a bit of pornography and it is really hard to get hard, but I found out that blood and death works. That is one reason why I want to kill someone, but then again I also want to see the life leave them and be in fear watching me plunge a knife into their body. So it's a mixture of pleasure and sadistic thoughts to get off and watch murder first hand. I can't be the only one who has this, but why so young to have this? It makes me wonder, but then my thoughts are overtaken by the thought of death.
#death #murder #blood #masturbation #sadistic
I, a 17 yo straight virgin female with 1/2 dozen boyfriends over four years and just had my first sex with another girl. An exotic 14 yo friend who is much sexier and skilled than I ever will be. It was the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. I am embarresed, confused, and still quivering. Am I still a virgin? Why and how did I let it happen? And at the same time I wonder why I waited so long.
#exotic #sexy #teen #orgasm #embarressed #virgin #confession #quiver #moan #scream
I am completly in love with a married woman, i have been for a few years. I know its wrong and will cause her much pain, i am selfish and foolish.
#fool
I was 19 and a groomsman in a buddies wedding and the flower girl was a teen ager at 15.She was dressed up very cute in a very poofy,white,short sleeve,above the knees,flower girl dress with a veil,white gloves,lace anklets and white mary jane shoes.I was really taken aback by how little girlish she looked!During the wedding dance,her and i danced and she was so sweet and nice and innocent.I started talking to her and soon we slipped out of the dance hall and found a class room that was empty and went in.I told her how cute she looked and she was flattered and then we started kissing.A few minutes later,i put my hand under the back of her dress,and to my surprise,she was wearing cloth baby diapers with plastic baby pants over them! I asked her why she was wearing them and she told me her mom had her wear them to make her feel little girlish for her role as the flower girl.I got very aroused and undid my pants and pulled them down and put her hand on my hard cock and she started to massage it.I then unzipped the back of her flower girl dress and pulled it off of her and dropped it to the floor.I then fully saw the baby diapers and plastic babypants and she looked somewhat like a baby! I then took her camisole off of her and she was just in her veil,and the diapers and baby pants.I pushed her to her knees and thrust my hard cock into her mouth and told her to suck it.After a couple of minutes,i held her head with both of my hands and thrust her head back and forth,shoving my cock as far down her throat as i could.I kept it up,and a few minutes later i came in her mouth,and she gagged and coughed and i forced her to swallow my whole load.She then sucked me some more and then i was done! I helped her put her camisole back on then her dress,and we went back to the dance.I was heartless i know and have regrets about making her give me the blowjob and know it must have been humiliating for her to do it,especially wearing the cloth diapers and plastic babypants!
First contact? Now that the government is admitting Tic Tac UFOs are real, are we going to accept something built them? I saw one in the 1970’s. Studied it. Nano tech. Amazing. All the things they claim & more. But then comes all the craziness.
Walking thru walls. Telepathic communication. Going to another dimension.
Light bending armor. Squished animals. Things moved. Footprints that just start and stop. On and on. It’s like you have moments of insanity or hallucination. Yet other people see and hear things too. They even report others seeing things on TV. So you can’t be imaging it all.
I want so badly to have my feet tickled. I sometimes prop my bare feet up in front of a mirror so I can look at my soles, I wiggle my toes and masturbate to them, imagining that they are being tickled mercilessly.
I let guys suck my cock - and I highly recommend it to other guys everywhere.
I'm straight, married, in my mid 40's and I get blown by guys. The more I look around, the more common this seems to be, but even if not, fuck it. I was freaked out by it at first, and even a bit ashamed, but it's super convenient, and my wife isn't into sucking me off, so I've got a couple guys that I can hit up for a BJ whenever I want. The visual isn't so great, but you get used to it, and they have no problem with me playing porn. Pretty clearly, guys who love to suck dick are totally all about providing the best experience, so whatever makes it work best for me is what they want. I think this is why shit like this goes on all the time but nobody ever talks about it. It's totally hedonistic. It's all about me and getting the kind of BJ I'm in the mood for, be it a five minute quickie, or a leisurely half hour or so of getting my brains sucked out.
I probably get 4-5 BJs a month, but the great thing is, it's all up to me. There's no real relationship to worry about (though we are friendly), no drama, and if I'm not horny, I just don't go. No one's going to call me to ask where I've been or if I want to come around today. On the other hand, if I'm going through a horny phase, I could swing by every day and it would also be no big deal. It's just so straight forward! I don't have to manscape, or bring flowers, I just have to take a seat and get blown.
Oh, and do I have to point out that someone who really loves to suck dick tends to do it really well? My one guy is gay and he's all about throat action, he likes to take it deep and massage it with this throat muscles. The other guy is bi and prefers to do some crazy shit with his tongue. Both not only swallow, but love doing it. Neither wants anything more from me and they don't even try to get undressed. No drama, no commitment, no worrying about it being anything more than it actually is, just a blowjob.
Again, this all took some getting used to, but where the fuck are you going to find a woman who'll blow you whenever you want and with no hidden agenda? Honestly, it's fucking great and I highly recommend it!
Some years back I got to live out one of my fantasies. When I was in HS I met a girl and instantly fell in love. We dated at the end of my senior year but ended up breaking up a bit later. Some time goes by and we date again but we broke up yet again, I couldn't get over her no matter what but we'd also never had sex. A few months later she during a summer break (she was still in HS) we got closer when I lived where she was staying for a few months to be there with her, we ended up fooling around a lot and it really felt like we were a couple but soon after she started school back up she got a boyfriend and I was devastated. I also now had way more fantasies about her because of the fooling around, I remember one particular time when she just rubbed my dick all over her face through my thin shorts it was so fucking hot hearing her panting and breathing hard while doing that, then me trying to go down on her from behind with her in the fetal position. After she got that boyfriend we kind of fell off for a while and she went on to be in different friend circles than she use to be, I'd see her here and there when she was single mostly but we never seemed to get as close as we had been to my despair. Then one day she told me she was getting married, she got married, moved to and adjacent state and became pregnant. I became a door to door salesman for a while and left the state too traveling with the company, during my travels I ended up getting a lot more sexual experience that I thought I'd get in a lifetime. Some years later I left that job as I was no longer satisfied with it and felt unappreciated for my efforts. Her husband was in the military and as it turns out he'd been deployed and she was staying at her in-laws to not be alone with their now toddler child. We had stayed in touch here and there as friends but it always ate me up inside.
So one day we were reminiscing about the past and she invited me over, she said nobody was home for the weekend and another friend was also gonna be there so she wouldn't be alone the whole weekend, this friend was also another ex of mine. When we all hang out we all three reminisced about the old days and just have fun in the big empty house, we'll call the first one T and the other one L. It seemed a bit clear that the L who was single was trying to do something with me, she wore a skimpy outfit and kept trying to get my attention but I was more interested in T, who, noticing what L was doing wanted to get my attention too. We ended up hanging out there all day, I at one point cuddled with T while L just watched TV. At night L decided she wanted to go to bed and seemed pretty frustrated so T told her to take one of the rooms as it was at that moment a spare anyway. T and I laid down on the couch together spooning, instantly making my dick very hard. She kept teasing me the entire time which is something I remembered fondly of her from the old days so it made it that much hotter. After a bit I ended up drifting off to sleep holding her with my dick still hard pushing up against her. All of a sudden I'm woken up feeling T's amazing plump ass pushing up against me over and over really hard and fast just rubbing my dick, as I start opening my eyes I notice her breathing really hard panting. I wake up with my mind blank, I can't think of anything I can't do anything other than breath insanely hard and feel her up against me. She notices I woke up and I'm sure we talked a bit while doing this but I can't recall any of it, I was so entranced it felt like I was an animal it was so raw. At some point she gets on top of me and rubs up against me more, then she takes off her shorts and is grinding me like that. She finally pulls up off of me and takes my dick out, or maybe she pulled my pants completely off I don't even remember I wasn't paying attention, I could have been completely naked or fully clothed and I wouldn't have noticed either was, this was a dream come true and nothing else was on my mind I couldn't think. She's still teasing me and as she starts to lower herself I just thrust up hard trying to get my cock inside of her, she moves up and tells me to relax I thrust up a bit more and realize she won't let it in until I relax so I reluctantly relax. T slowly lowers herself and I feel her pussy sliding down my cock. It is the most amazing feeling, she had the best pussy I'd ever felt in my life. I'm just sitting there waiting for her because I don't want her to stop. She's sitting on me now with my cock fully inside of her and she starts moving. She makes one grinding motion and I instantly felt myself on the verge of cumming, and it was going to be a big one. She notices my face, and stops, I couldn't help but blurt out "woah". I'd never felt anything like that, before this, no woman had ever been able to even make me enjoy when they rode me, I always had to stop them and take control, but this, this was something else. I told her, "hang on I'm about to cum" so she stopped until I was more relaxed. I ended up turning her on her back and going to town on her for a while that way on her in-law's couch, but it was getting too loud and T was afraid L would hear and catch us so we went to her in-laws room and had sex on their bed. It was honestly the best sex I'd ever had, part of it was the fantasy, part of it was how open we'd always been talking about sex even if we never had it before. The next day L left early and T and I fooled around some more in some of the other rooms. We noticed the next day that she'd cut her knee open a bit while she was on top riding me on the couch, I told her it would be a reminder of this and she agreed. For years she had the scar and I would always ask her about it when talking to her. She ended up moving abroad for a while, but we still talk. One day, I'm definitely going to get some of that amazing pussy again and have my dick completely melt in her, I'll definitely be going raw and cumming in her, it's already in the works, I'll make sure to write about it after it happens.
#sex #ex #cheating #bestsexever #bestpussy #deployed #quick #hot #married #wife #secret #raw #animalistic #lust
I was walking behind a guy when I noticed 100 bucks falling out of his pocket. Because he ran into me seconds before he lost the money, I took it without saying anything. I am now going to invite my girlfriend to a nice and romantic dinner.
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 betrayed my friend under the pretence that I have her best interests in heart but I really want her to suffer.
My stepfather introduced me to the daughter of one of his colleagues, Annie. For a little over a year she and I have gotten closer, in fact our relationship is flawless we get along almost too well. I started following her on social media a year ago as well and her posts are well disturbing to say the least. Black and white photos, mentions of suicide, murder, psychosis, pictures of black roses with morbid poetry, 30 photos of her lips taken close up with black lipstick, pictures from The Shining, Tim button themed eeriness and lyrics from death metal songs. She told me she was goth, in the beginning I tolerated his strange all of this was. It wasn’t my business nor my concern. It got worsened. It suddenly started to pester me quite a bit, that she was romanticizing mental illnesses this much. I never realized when my bitterness took over my love for her. I was talking to a friend about her once when I just called her a creep, later I felt disgusted of myself. Once I reported one of her posts and barely regretted it. Another time, following my own suicide attempt I grew frustrated and asked her what she got out of acting so depressed all the time. Truth me told I was jealous. I was jealous that this seemingly privileged girl could act out however she pleased while I suffered in silence. I was jealous that unlike her I had to act okay. I was jealous that despite all the abuse I’ve put up with throughout my life, I had to smile and be strong, while someone else was allowed to let themselves fall apart in the face of the smallest inconvenience. Today I caved in and told my mother to inform my stepfather, to inform Annie’s parents, that I’m concerned for her wellbeing and am concerned that she is suffering from severe depression and may harm herself (my evidence being her posts). My objective is actually the hope that her actions will be met with consequence. That she’ll stop her dark and annoying posts. That she’ll stop expressing herself so much in that negative sense. I know I’m a horrible person for wanting to hurt my friend in this way. I am a horrible person and I don’t deserve her friendship. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I did it or why it matters. I hate myself and I don’t need or want pity. I can’t help but ask, what is wrong with me? why do I keep hurting people? why do I get satisfaction from it? Why do I feel like a demon.
#goth #emo #demon #depression #snitch #romanticism
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