lasagne of death
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I don't know what to put here, so here's some random stuff about me🙃
¬I go by she/her, but I don't really mind what you use🥖
¬I love reading books: fantasy, dystopian, classical, and sometimes crime
¬I ADORE poetry. My favourite poems at the moment are "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (William Wordsworth) and "For the Tainted Sorrow" (Chuuya Nakahara) ❤️
¬I like to write poems often (you probably don't care, but I post on ao3 under the same name as here)
¬Currently reading: "1984" (George Orwell), "No Longer Human" (Osamu Dazai), "Jimín Máire Thaidhg" (Pádraig Ó Siochfhradha) and "The Picture of Dorian Grey" (Oscar Wilde) 😎
¬I speak English (obviously), and kind of Irish as well, but I am trying to improve my Irish 🇮🇪. I'm also starting to learn Polish, but at the moment, I only know cusses and the like 🇵🇱
¬I wish I had a dog 💔
¬I LOVE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS I don't care what others say about it
¬I will DIE on the hill of the Oxford comma 🙏
¬I like coffee, and WORSHIP white peach tea
¬I'm kind of socially awkward so sorry if I come across as weird 😐
¬if I use fanciful words in comments, I'm not being aloof, I just really like them ☕
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that's all I can think of for now
Drink water, stay safe, and sleep well xx
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Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
There have been a few instances that certainly spooked me. The most recent happened a couple of weeks ago. I was sitting quietly on my sofa, reading a book. Suddenly, the door to my vestibule slammed shut. The reason it really spooked me is that the door was already closed. All my windows were closed so it's not as though a gust of wind played with the door. And it WAS already closed! Tightly. I still don't know what to think about it, and I still get spooked every time I think about it.Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
The soybean got its name from the sauce that was made from it, not the other way aroundHey Pandas, Write A Villain Origin Story
A kitchen witch lives in the woods next to a village, all the people love her and ask her for help which she grants. As time passes, she grows more powerful, becoming a most beloved sorceress. A civil war breaks out between the king and his power hungry and evil brother. Both sides have amassed large armies, claiming to be the One True King. The evil brother approaches the sorceress in secret claiming to be the good brother, and ask for magical assistance, starting out with small things like a potion to heal his soldiers wound, but increasing to the point of weapons of mass destruction the sorceress somewhat hesitantly obliges, slowly becoming accustomed to making weapons of war. As the weapons grow more powerful, wizards and witches from other kingdoms take notice and start helping the good brother, the evil brother then in desperation pleads with the sorceress to make something to kill the "evil magic users" knowing that it would take dark magic to kill them the sorceress declines. The situation for the evil brother grows more desperate until the sorceress agrees and wipes them out. The evil brother wins taking control of the kingdom. Rumors spread of the evil enchantress who helped him win. The sorceress hears of it but by that time the dark magic has corrupted her, so she is fine knowing she helped an evil King rise to power.Hey Pandas, Write A Villain Origin Story
In the story I’ve written, the hero was a demigod who was screwing around with ways to become a god, and he accidentally split his god and mortal halves apart. The god half now has no conscience and goes around causing chaos and wreaking havoc while also wondering why nobody wants to hang out with him anymore, while the mortal part is filled with regret about releasing that demon into the world and also power-hungry to regain the powers he lost. He slowly starts to grow more evil as he gains more power because it corrupts him, and his friends leave him as he becomes more deranged and insane.
Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
When my friend, who claims to feel stuff, suddenly gasped saying she saw a figure sitting between us. She was surprised and a little shaken herself because this was the first time this happened to her (as it was for me obviously!). I had been thinking about a deceased relative the whole day and it was evening and we were in a sort of pub. I felt like it was my relative. She asked me, 'what do you feel right now?' I felt like my back was so hot but I told her, 'I don't know, why?' Her: 'the figure is stroking your back...' The whole experience happened like.. half a minut? But it was definatly weird and I know she would pull tricks on me.
Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
I've had many paranormal experiences since I can remember. When I met my boyfriend, he was a skeptic. I told him that if he hangs out with me long enough, I would make him a believer. I would tell him all kinds of stories and show him proof. One story I would talk about all the time was about a tall shadow man that's been around me since I was a kid. This would be followed by sleep paralysis and night terrors that he would wake me from. Even still, he would laugh it off and call my bluff. Fast forward to a year later, he moved in with me. One night, he fell asleep on the couch and moseyed his way to the bedroom around 3 AM. He then saw the tall shadow man, just as I described, top hat and all standing in my bedroom door way. Like he was watching me sleep. Shaken up from what he's seeing, he ran through the shadow man, climbed under the sheets and held me until he disappeared. We haven't seen the shadow man since we moved provinces. The paranormal experiences haven't stopped. Just the encounter with the shadow man.Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
Many male characteristics are passed down from your mom, not your dad. So in that regard, a man will resemble some man up along his mom's side more than his dad.Hey Pandas, Post A Poem That You've Written
When you came you were so small I feared we might break you They worried you would be still And we meet your contrarian spirit I put a vase by your bed With willow painted glass You stared up, and tried to reach But you could never quite reach the shelf If you got the chance you took it Caught you on the verge so many times You looked up as I tried to scold you Laughed with soft eyes You always such happy eyes Squeezed up blue when good things came How could you find so much to grin? When we took you to be proven safe They told us where the story would end You reached the vase that day And it shattered by your bed It’s sitting on top of the fridge Shards passed hope of peace I see you play without a care And feel my heart break The years bleed into days I count off your remaining pages Waving from the school bus window I pickup the doctors phone The news rips out more pages Your not a babe i now realize You hear the things from behind the door How can you keep such a smile When you know such a burning thing? You know you cannot run anymore Extra sleep is no coincidence You must stay behind the others now How can you keep so bright a grin? The story is coming to its end I tried to ignore the shrinking page count The mocking in voices I failed to keep you safe Seeing them take you away Your sitting in your bed Hooked up to wires and tubes I can see “fin” written up ahead Your strain to keep open eyes yet still you hold a smile Your hands so small to squeeze So broken, so wrong to see When the green die first it breaks me most Like a china vase filled with old hope Dressed in black, soul breaths slow Wet, heavy clouds paint lungs and eyes Stiff smiles, seems the same The house is cold but nothing has changed I take the vase from off the shelf The more the tears dry, the more my eyes burn They walk by with no concern Others like me, the ones who hadn't failed They tell me to quit holding broken glass, pour out instead wails But I clutch it tighter, numb to pain Some young ones ask why I ever had such a thing If I knew that it would break Why I would risk it on a fragile thing Get attached when it was too late I see how they have room to grow Haven't seen the beauty in the pain As I glue a vase back together With a smile on my face Child, your room is still now but I can hear echoed laughs Smudges from your hands are on the glass And sitting on the windowsill, not quite as perfect faced A handful of your poppies, in that cracked vaseHey Pandas, Write A Villain Origin Story
-A only child girl with a very strict mum gets a bad hit on the head playing basketball with her bf. It makes her constantly in a fight or flight mode. Not wanting to upset anyone, she experiments with plants to make a homemade remedy. Fast forward till shes 21. WW2 is in full swing, her new bf is off in war(currently missing too), and he mother (a 2nd generation japanese american) just died in an internment camp. The girl handles this disturbingly well, and is making money off her homemade d***s, selling them to wannabe soldiers too weak or ill to serve. Her boyfriend returns with ptsd, and a missing arm. She dives deeper into d**g research, and makes him a medicine for limb regrowth, which works, but he refuses to let her "fix" his mental issues. She now needs stronger d***s to keep herself "numb" and the side effects are kinda creepy. Her bf finds out about her d**g business,and tries to comfort her, she freaks out, and stabs him with a stray needle, which overwhelms his cells, turning him into a big slimy lump of flesh. She uses even more d***s to cope, which feeds her sadistic, sociopathic personality. She continues to sell "Demon D***s" which eventually become so addicting, that no human can be mentally stable without her constant management of their cells. She uses this to gain severely violent servants out of druggies, and love interests, or even the stray bratty teenage boy she wants to see squirm. The d***s she uses slow her age, and give her a great deal of physical ability, so she is currently a hipster florist who everyone thinks is ignorant, and too girly(hint, shes not)Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
Believer? Definitely. My first near death/out of body experience happened as a toddler in hospital. My memory goes back to birth. I have had psychic experiences all my life, and have spent a great deal of it searching for answers. I am clairvoyant mainly. I trained as a medium in New Zealand and Australia, and now demonstrate in Spiritualist Churches plus teach. All my family has similar talents, and we share experiences and knowledge we have gained. It's nothing to be scared of - it's natural and normal.
Hey Pandas, What Was Your Most Nostalgic Moment?
Every time I finish my favorite book and the spine gets a little more creased and the edges of each page wears a little more thin and there's a feeling of final, of DONE that adds to the air that was growing since the last time I read it--but the air that smells of finished stories that should be at end stirs again when I open the book and it falls open to one of the creases on the spine that I tried so hard to keep pristine. I know I should find another story, another book, but I come back to this one with pages that feel like a baby blanket under my fingers and a cover that looks like first crushes and last summers, but it slides to the only dust free spot on my bookshelf and I know I might open it forever and never feel like it has gotten old. this kinda turned into a writing exercise prompt thingy lol--It doesn't make a lot of sense but at least I'm writing again! THANK YOU for curing my writer's block!Hey Pandas, Write A Villain Origin Story
Okay so I've been turning the hero x villain theory over in my head and what if the hero turned more "evil" to match the villain instead of the other way around? So the hero is heroing with all their hero friends and they live like a hero does: Saving the world every day, competing with their friends, balancing their school/home or work/home life with their hero life the best they can and one would imagine this is a lot of stress but it's all the hero has ever known... so it's easier to handle. Plus, all of Hero's friends can do it to, so why wouldn't they? Then comes the day that the villain kidnaps the hero... keeps them in the Evil Villain Lair™ and it doesn't seem that bad but WE KNOW this is a ploy, a trap, a way to get the Hero's defenses down... but it keeps going the hero is super on edge wondering when it's gonna come when their favorite song stops playing on the cute old timey music player and the villain stops singing and making chamomile tea because the tea may be poisoned and the hero is ready, the hero has always been ready because ready is what Hero has always, always needed to be, for who else could do it if not them? And it's been a couple weeks, the hero's sanity is stretched out thin, every clink of the antique teacups is a clink of the chain decorating the villain's favorite timepiece that Hero knows so well now because it ticks and clinks for each second being taken off their life... and still Hero's friends don't come, and when the villain asks them what's wrong and they refuse to speak because it must be a trap is when we as the audience realize the hero has been trapped--trapped by their friends who never cared and fed a toxic environment that the hero fought to keep every day. The rest of the story follows the Hero falling for or being besties with the villain, becoming more and more "evil" as they connect and fall out of their old ways that we first portrayed as good but slowly draw out the toxic parts a line from this could be "And I need to be strong for myself and not shed the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes, for I know what they would taste like, the bitter salt water that might drip in time with the clicking of her favorite gold watch and tick down the numbers faster--So I need to be strong, and not feel the fear that I should or I might find myself unable to stop." I know this is really more like crack writing but please don't steal my whole plot and idea :) you can totally use the hero x villain PROMPT but please not the whole thing
Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
The Australian Gimpy-Gimpy plant can cause pain so increadably bad you’d just about wish it was fatal (depending on how bad the “sting” is). The slightest contact with any leaf cause chronic pain that can last for years. This is just from what I’ve read, no personal experience (fortunately). And yes, I’m a native plant nerd (because that’s definitely what normal teenagers are interested in). And this already looks like an essay… Basically stay on the trail and don’t use pain plant for toilet paperShow All 29 Upvotes
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Hey Pandas, Post A Poem That You've Written
When you came you were so small I feared we might break you They worried you would be still And we meet your contrarian spirit I put a vase by your bed With willow painted glass You stared up, and tried to reach But you could never quite reach the shelf If you got the chance you took it Caught you on the verge so many times You looked up as I tried to scold you Laughed with soft eyes You always such happy eyes Squeezed up blue when good things came How could you find so much to grin? When we took you to be proven safe They told us where the story would end You reached the vase that day And it shattered by your bed It’s sitting on top of the fridge Shards passed hope of peace I see you play without a care And feel my heart break The years bleed into days I count off your remaining pages Waving from the school bus window I pickup the doctors phone The news rips out more pages Your not a babe i now realize You hear the things from behind the door How can you keep such a smile When you know such a burning thing? You know you cannot run anymore Extra sleep is no coincidence You must stay behind the others now How can you keep so bright a grin? The story is coming to its end I tried to ignore the shrinking page count The mocking in voices I failed to keep you safe Seeing them take you away Your sitting in your bed Hooked up to wires and tubes I can see “fin” written up ahead Your strain to keep open eyes yet still you hold a smile Your hands so small to squeeze So broken, so wrong to see When the green die first it breaks me most Like a china vase filled with old hope Dressed in black, soul breaths slow Wet, heavy clouds paint lungs and eyes Stiff smiles, seems the same The house is cold but nothing has changed I take the vase from off the shelf The more the tears dry, the more my eyes burn They walk by with no concern Others like me, the ones who hadn't failed They tell me to quit holding broken glass, pour out instead wails But I clutch it tighter, numb to pain Some young ones ask why I ever had such a thing If I knew that it would break Why I would risk it on a fragile thing Get attached when it was too late I see how they have room to grow Haven't seen the beauty in the pain As I glue a vase back together With a smile on my face Child, your room is still now but I can hear echoed laughs Smudges from your hands are on the glass And sitting on the windowsill, not quite as perfect faced A handful of your poppies, in that cracked vaseHey Pandas, What Was The Weirdest Thing You've Ever Heard?
Sigma Ohio Skibidi Rizzler The amount of times I hear this on a daily basis is insane.Hey Pandas, What Was The Weirdest Thing You've Ever Heard?
School hallway, no context, I just walked right by. “Bro I didn’t even choke her that hard” :IHey Pandas, What Was The Weirdest Thing You've Ever Heard?
the rumours about me and my friends at schoolHey Pandas, What Was The Weirdest Thing You've Ever Heard?
-well you see, couples dont usually sleep like that. he would probably crush his ribs before that,and flirt with his wife, so yes, that ship would not work. -OMGGG I BET HE BOUGHT A KOKUSHIBO BODY PILLOW OFF AMAZON! -why does that vase fish make me think of shiny catsuits, and drag queens??
Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
The Australian Gimpy-Gimpy plant can cause pain so increadably bad you’d just about wish it was fatal (depending on how bad the “sting” is). The slightest contact with any leaf cause chronic pain that can last for years. This is just from what I’ve read, no personal experience (fortunately). And yes, I’m a native plant nerd (because that’s definitely what normal teenagers are interested in). And this already looks like an essay… Basically stay on the trail and don’t use pain plant for toilet paperHey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
Many male characteristics are passed down from your mom, not your dad. So in that regard, a man will resemble some man up along his mom's side more than his dad.Hey Pandas, What Is The Weirdest Fact You Know?
The soybean got its name from the sauce that was made from it, not the other way aroundHey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
There have been a few instances that certainly spooked me. The most recent happened a couple of weeks ago. I was sitting quietly on my sofa, reading a book. Suddenly, the door to my vestibule slammed shut. The reason it really spooked me is that the door was already closed. All my windows were closed so it's not as though a gust of wind played with the door. And it WAS already closed! Tightly. I still don't know what to think about it, and I still get spooked every time I think about it.Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
When my friend, who claims to feel stuff, suddenly gasped saying she saw a figure sitting between us. She was surprised and a little shaken herself because this was the first time this happened to her (as it was for me obviously!). I had been thinking about a deceased relative the whole day and it was evening and we were in a sort of pub. I felt like it was my relative. She asked me, 'what do you feel right now?' I felt like my back was so hot but I told her, 'I don't know, why?' Her: 'the figure is stroking your back...' The whole experience happened like.. half a minut? But it was definatly weird and I know she would pull tricks on me.Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
I've had many paranormal experiences since I can remember. When I met my boyfriend, he was a skeptic. I told him that if he hangs out with me long enough, I would make him a believer. I would tell him all kinds of stories and show him proof. One story I would talk about all the time was about a tall shadow man that's been around me since I was a kid. This would be followed by sleep paralysis and night terrors that he would wake me from. Even still, he would laugh it off and call my bluff. Fast forward to a year later, he moved in with me. One night, he fell asleep on the couch and moseyed his way to the bedroom around 3 AM. He then saw the tall shadow man, just as I described, top hat and all standing in my bedroom door way. Like he was watching me sleep. Shaken up from what he's seeing, he ran through the shadow man, climbed under the sheets and held me until he disappeared. We haven't seen the shadow man since we moved provinces. The paranormal experiences haven't stopped. Just the encounter with the shadow man.Hey Pandas, What Paranormal Experience Made You A Believer?
Believer? Definitely. My first near death/out of body experience happened as a toddler in hospital. My memory goes back to birth. I have had psychic experiences all my life, and have spent a great deal of it searching for answers. I am clairvoyant mainly. I trained as a medium in New Zealand and Australia, and now demonstrate in Spiritualist Churches plus teach. All my family has similar talents, and we share experiences and knowledge we have gained. It's nothing to be scared of - it's natural and normal. lasagne of death • is following 11 people
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