Can YOU NOT

With season 17 coming out Saturday I felt inspired to finish this old project I started months ago.

read it could save you

I don’t know if this post has been made yet but I just want to warn everybody that if someone stops you in a parking lot and asks you if you’re interested in some perfume and hands you a paper to smell, PLEASE DON’T SMELL IT.

i repeat, DON’T SMELL IT.

Apparently the sample papers are being laced with a drug to knock you out. Please signal boost this. It can save someone’s life!

my roommate and i are temporarily taking care of a Very Small Tiny Kitten that her aunt found in a boarded up shed and shes GONE and its just me in the house with the kitten and its Too Small i cant handle this

the suffering never ends

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

what the hell is going on in this country?!

Seriously just a bit of pollen could make your cat sick within a matter of minutes. Stay far away from Easter lilies if you have kitties!

I finally looked at the tags and I'm sorry to say that literally all I do is add on then vanish into the night. Possibly an occasional check to see if anyone has added on themselves or completed it cause I don't have the patience to write more than 5 paragraphs. I have the mind but my hands refuse. I'm sorry. Maybe one day.

Everyday on your walk into town, you take a moment to leave some food as an offering, at an old forgotten shrine. The shrine itself had been mostly covered over when you first moved here, but after a rather unfortunate run in with bullies, you had ended up hitting your head on it, after falling. After that, you had done what you could, to clean it up respectfully, feeling bad for getting blood on it, and not knowing it was there.

It’s been years since you first found it, and you still don’t even know who or what the shrine is dedicated to, but you never fail to leave a small offering, and dust away any debris that has gathered. There’s something about doing it that comforts you, almost like visiting a good friend. Sometimes, you’ll even stop a while and talk to the shrine, sharing your thoughts and worries, or just talking about your day. It helps you feel less alone.

Unfortunately, life has a way of making things worse. Somehow, you managed to have an unfortunate “accident” and broke a few bones. Needless to say, you have been completely bedridden since it happened, not really having anyone around to help you much. You’ve managed, but still, there’s very little distance that you can cover in your state. 

One evening, as you lay resting, your window opens up, and someone steps through. Dressed in traditional clothing and armour, they gingerly crouch beside you, looking you over tentatively. 

“So this is why you haven’t come to see me…” They murmured sadly.