so?? im not the alpha, either. i dont know who the alpha is, but i do know it doesn’t matter. even the alpha is gonna die. we all are. we cant just sit around wasting life being upset.
casual spoiler, though? your timeline ends soon. it could be a hundred years from now, it could be in three minutes. either way, itll be all too soon. dont waste it, go live it and be happy with what youve got.
and dont apologize unless youve done something wrong.
You were about to apologize for apologizing, but caught your tongue and remembered what the nice man just said. “I… But… Even so, just… It’s not like I have people to spend it with. I was kind of wishing earlier that it would just end right then and there…” You scratch the back of your head, looking up at the Bro. “Ever since I went grimdark I guess I knew that I wasn’t alpha… I’m overpowered, haha…” You quickly switch to your God Tier outfit then back to the outfit you were wearing via your awesome God Tier powers. “Definitely overpowered, yeah…”
==> You look kind of ancy once the shades are mentioned. “I kind of got upset and broke them…” You sigh, looking at the ground. “I’m sorry for ripping up the autograph you gave me, too.”
whatever, theyre just shades. here.
>Hands over a spare pair of his own.
the hell did you go tearing shit up for, though? that doesnt solve anything.
You accept the shades but you don’t put them on. “I was just upset, and well, I mean I’m not the alpha…” You sigh once again, “So I was kind of taking things out of proportion and I don’t know when my timeline’s going to end so I was thinking about just being alone and you’re not even my Bro I shouldn’t be spilling out all of my thoughts and feeling to you I’m sorry.” Wow, that was a long runon sentence you just spoke there.
==> Dahlia: Start to doubt things and regret stuff. You start to pace around your room, back in LOHAC. You come back here every once in a while, and you immediately throw you shades to the ground. What’s the use? You have no clue when this timeline’s going to end, and you really are starting to think you want it to.
You remember that autograph from that really cool Bro you kind of met the other day, and you take it out of your pocket. You kind of wish he was your Bro. But that thought gets thrown out immediately, flopping onto your bed and letting the ripped and crumpled sheet of paper fall to the ground. You look at the ceiling, sighing.
See this picture right here? This is a picture of my best friend, Terri Ann, with Patrick Stump, in Houston, Texas. It was right after his concert. Seem like a normal picture with him, right? WRONG. A few hours after this photograph had been taken, Terri Ann found dead in her home, along with her mother and father. They had all been chopped to bits with an axe in the dead of night. Why? See that figure in the background? I bet you didn’t. That is the spirit of Anna Herman, a woman murdered by her husband with an axe in the 1970’s. If you do not reblog this photo within the next 10 minutes, Anna will appear, crawling on your ceiling, waiting for her next victim. Don’t believe me? Just ask Tanith, Terri Ann’s girlfriend about it. If you do not reblog this photo, YOU WILL DIE. Please reblog to save a life from Anna Herman. Thank you <3
I’m actually reblogging this to say how silly this is. Also to get Patrick Stump on my blog. That figure doesn’t look like any ghost. It looks like a regular person crossing the street.. I’m just saying..
Creyz
I hate these things and I know they’re not real, but the thought of someone crawling on my ceiling when I look up is terrifying.
I hate reblogs like this. They make no sense. How do evil sprits come if you don’t reblog something? But im so paranoid.
reblogging because paranoia and patrick stump <3
^^
Why am I so paranoid I just took a demigod test and it said yes I am one—-
This is a spirit in a college in Pennsylvania. He was a teacher that everyone hated, he has been pushed around by students, and harassed. One day, he got so angry, he yelled so hard at a girl for cursing at him and started to embarrass her. She was so angry/embarrassed that she locked him in the janitors closet for days with no food, water or anything. He’s been dead for over 40 years now and has been haunting this college. Some students in this college went missing, or found dead. They believe it’s from this spirit. Reblog this or he will show up at the end of your bed while you’re sleeping, and kill you.
why am I reblogging this
fuck .________.;
He’s in Pennsylvania… how.
reblogging cause of a good story
((I’m terrified oh ghosts so im not chancing it.))
this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol this is how it works: basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog
==> Dahlia: Start to doubt things and regret stuff. You start to pace around your room, back in LOHAC. You come back here every once in a while, and you immediately throw you shades to the ground. What’s the use? You have no clue when this timeline’s going to end, and you really are starting to think you want it to.
You remember that autograph from that really cool Bro you kind of met the other day, and you take it out of your pocket. You kind of wish he was your Bro. But that thought gets thrown out immediately, flopping onto your bed and letting the ripped and crumpled sheet of paper fall to the ground. You look at the ceiling, sighing.
Your name is DAHLIA STRIDER. You are 13 YEARS OLD. You are from a horribly cliche ALTERNATE DIMENSION where the kids and trolls are the OPPOSITE GENDER. You love your name solely for its IRONY. You are pretty damn cool for a chick and you know it. Some crazy DIMENSIONAL SHENANIGANS happened and you can talk with this dimension now. Just be happy they didn't merge like some crazy stupid FANFICTION. Your PESTERCHUM handle is turntableGoddess. You're now GRIMDARK, and you already like the dark power searing through your now-corrupted veins. You kind-of-sort-of really fucking look up to the "badass" Midnight Crew mob. and want to be a mobster chick when you grow up. But fuck you aren't telling anybody that. Maybe the Midnight Crew IF THEY ASK, but that is a secret you will keep, and you also know nobody's going to fucking ask you.
