The thing about the rich of this country is that billionaires have more money than is humanly possible to spend. So like, I really do not give any amount of a shit if increasing their taxes is “faaair” because I care more about no one starving to death or going without medical care in fucking 2015 than I do about the great grandson of the guy who invented some crappy toy being able to buy his 17th yacht. We can fucking print out organs and we have people dying of the flu because they are too poor to go to the er. Like??? Tax the shit outta the rich. Take half their money. Idgaf.
And like conservatives are so quick to say its not fair to tax the fuck out of the rich, but then they say to people struggling that “life isn’t fair” like??? If anyone is getting screwed here I want it to be the guy who owns four mc mansions not the family of four living out of their car.
what about like. a vampire who is just this weird immortal relative. like maybe at one point they were a parent, and were turned into a vampire, and in stead of like abandoning their family out of guilt or fear, they stuck around through generations and generations in their family and its been hundreds of years and they still stick around and have this huge extended family of people who love them, that weird distant relative who like nobody is sure how they’re related but they are
like a child in their family is born and the mom is like, this is your weird relative who is nocturnal, and the vampire gets to hold the baby and is in all the family photos and everyone is like ‘yeah this is fine, my grandpa knew them so’
This just makes me think of the sims.
but like
vampires don’t appear in photos
these people would have photographs of their child supposedly suspended in midair and just keep them around like
‘oh yeah that’s your aunt when she was little’ ‘why is she floating’ ‘oh yeah thats just steve’
Even better, according to Bram Stoker, vampires appear as skeletons in photos.
“Did you take this picture at Halloween? Is that a decoration?”
“Nah, it’s my great great great great great great great uncle.”
the origons of Ouija boards are funny if you think about it like they’re part of an another country (China)’s ancient history that was practiced until one emporer decided “You know what this is probably a bad idea” and banned the practice.
then centuries later an old buisnessman comes along and is like “I’m going to take this and market it as a toy to children.”
Which is the exact plot of Yu-Gi-Oh
oh
none of u better make those “2017 is gonna be the best year ever” posts…yall already know how 2017 is gonna turn out…let it be
HEY remember that vampire/werewolf girl i doodled like a long ass time ago? no? that’s okay
her name’s MOIRA she was bitten by a vampire and a werewolf at the same time and miraculously, instead of dying, she became a weird hybrid of some sort. how? why? shut up ur mouth don’t worry about it
being turned into a big hairy monster wasn’t exactly on Moira’s bucket list but she’s adapted to her new life surprisingly well. the whole ‘wanting to devour the blood and flesh of all humans’ thing isn’t really the best quirk to have, truth be told, but a fresh cow (or stray jackass alone in an alley) every now and then definitely helps curb some of those urges!
Moira doesn’t have much of a plan for herself in life, having given up on attempting any sort of ‘normal’ life once she realized she probably wasn’t going to die that fateful night - or anytime soon, period. Now she spends most of her time traveling and hunting down other monsters for fun and company.
i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.
i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest
