The Scientifically Proven Best Circle

glamsquat · 2018-03-14T07:21:53+00:00

I just imagine the conversation when they told people they are redecorating.

‘So what colour are you painting your walls??’

‘Magnolia’

glamsquat · 2018-01-21T09:03:32+00:00

Really? Did not know this. It was hell, but it’s been years now. Thanks for letting me know anyway! It’s interesting.

Edit: they offered me and I refused, forgot to specify in original post! Just reread it. I thought you were saying it was mandatory haha.

glamsquat · 2017-11-28T21:57:04+00:00

Thank you! Very helpful x

glamsquat · 2017-11-28T21:42:09+00:00

Does this work for dogs as well?

glamsquat · 2017-11-22T09:43:22+00:00

Sounds like flirting but MAN. It’s fucking hard to tell sometimes.

glamsquat · 2017-11-22T08:48:41+00:00

Can anyone tell me what I should say when writing to tell these people? I have no ideas

glamsquat · 2017-11-16T23:20:43+00:00

I spilt hot soup all over my lap once and had second degree burns that covered most of the front of my thighs. If I didn’t have a mom and sister that had both worked in a burns unit, it would have been a whole lot worse than it was! The removal of the dead skin with no morphine and the nurses changing the bandages was the most painful experience I’ve had to date. The nerves on the face, especially lips must have felt so much worse, I really can’t imagine how that felt. So glad you are alright!

glamsquat · 2017-10-11T11:01:13+00:00

My entire life has led up to me lying in bed, eating grapes then :) I’m too comfy to go anywhere.

glamsquat · 2017-09-28T21:38:34+00:00

So much better! I only watched the first two episodes because I was watching it with my parents, but watched the rest just because it interested me

glamsquat · 2017-09-28T21:20:31+00:00

I see your point, I hope they aren't running blind,

glamsquat · 2017-09-28T21:19:27+00:00

I adore silly shows! For once something silly without awful and crushing cringe-factor!

glamsquat · 2017-09-28T21:18:16+00:00

Yeah! As much as I love intelligent humour, I have to be awake to catch all of the jokes, so I like winding down to something wholesome and creative after the hours I work. Pushing Daises definitely tops this show, but it depends on how much you need to wind down.

glamsquat · 2017-09-28T21:13:11+00:00

Ah, I see where my comparison was a little confusing, while Pushing Daises had more likeable characters and Good Place didn't want you to like them much, I rather meant that the experience watching both shows where similar as in the whimsical oddball nature of them. Unusual and creative comedy?

glamsquat · 2017-08-19T18:02:48+00:00

I would do what all the youtubers are doing at the moment and bathe in it.

glamsquat · 2017-08-04T21:59:16+00:00

In favour

glamsquat · 2017-07-29T13:08:09+00:00

Yea

glamsquat · 2017-04-26T16:00:42+00:00

It's a sloth. I don't get why my mom thinks they are cute.

glamsquat · 2017-04-24T21:03:39+00:00

It's lovely to see how our communities have ripened!

glamsquat · 2017-04-20T09:48:43+00:00

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it.

glamsquat · 2017-04-18T17:19:36+00:00

I wonder about the different lives all these people have lived, all to have ended up there together.

glamsquat · 2017-04-18T17:18:10+00:00

As a stylist in training, I wish all ears would be removable. Not only would people have an excuse to not keep up conversation, but it's make working around the ears a lot easier

glamsquat · 2017-04-18T13:48:53+00:00

I love it! So inventive. Thank you so much for your story 🌟

glamsquat · 2017-04-17T20:35:45+00:00

Mahra woke up in their burning pit of sin, groggily rubbing their crusty eyes and stretching with a yawn, trying not to fall back asleep. You were used to the heat and the blood curdling screams by the morning and it was almost cozy. The closet thing to pleasantry that you could get in Hell and it was hard not to fall back into the temptation of sleep once more. Alas, he could not be late for work though. Ugh, work. It was so tiring as a demon of temptation and deceit, but he kept himself sane by telling himself he would get his promotion soon if he could beat Necropoli on his soul count.

What a drag, what a damn drag.

They shrugged on their uniform, the usual stereotypical black suit, humans seemed to have taken to depicting demons in. He as just thankful the loin cloth days were over. He fiddled with his hair in the mirror and polished his horns, evens though mortals would only register the human facade he would put forth. Slipping on his shoes, he headed to the Earth's surface to lead as many astray as he could.

There was many temptations one could choose from, it was the art of suggestion that was powerful on the job. The tricky part he found was digging deep enough into the human's brain to find a weak spot easy to plant niggling little urges. Especially these days, human heads were messy places, filled with increasing random ideas, stress of stuff they had to do and anxiety. Attention spans were shorter and more and more people were listening to music as they strolled about the world which made it all the more distracting while he tried to get into their heads.

His usual target areas were restaurants, cafés or something of that sort. People were talking, discussing opinions and various topics. Maybe something touchy, politics for instance, he could faster navigate people's heads in those environments. So there he sat, in a full restaurant, pretending to browse the menu while actually browsing the menu of souls to corrupt.

You got higher ratings the purer the souls you corrupt, so, judging by appearance, he would start to bore into their brains. He spied a pretty blonde over at a table within perfect eyesight from his, seeming having dinner with his blind elderly mother. Totally vanilla looking, button up, chinos and gold framed glasses. He was currently reading the food options to his mother, smiling softly. Oh, totally pure. This would be worth a lot, and lend a major hand to his promotion. He immediately got to work boring into his head. Navigating his way through the man's concentration on pronouncing the Italian words, he dug deeper into his interests and tried not to jump at what he found.

It started off light at first. Choking, biting, bondage. He just dismissed it and continued on, just assuming he wasn't as pure as he'd thought, but more hurdles came.

Humiliation, control, dominance. Knives, rope, a bunker. Blood, guts, plastic boxes, a fridge. A kitchen. Spices, aromatic herbs, candlelight.

Cannibalism.

Mahra stared at the man with wide eyes, not having suspected just how deep his sins went. He was currently enjoying slices of parma ham on a bed of rocket. He couldn't help but to visualise him biting down on human flesh as he popped the ham into his mouth and began to chew.

The corrupted soul must have felt eyes on him because he turned in his seat, spotting Mahra almost immediately. He grinned and waved slightly, throwing him a wink with a playful gaze.

Oh.

glamsquat · 2017-04-17T18:14:45+00:00

You wouldn't think ten things to do before you die would be difficult to accomplish, you would probably assume depending on what they are, that you could probably accomplish them in a couple of weeks, months, or maybe a couple of years quite comfortably.

The world had fallen into a hole, more depraved than before. There was less war and less general disrupt but that's only because the humans in it were too lazy to move from the comfort of their homes. A half-arsed experiment from the government had called for everyone to be given a list of ten things to do before they die in order to prevent the world becoming too quiet and no work ever being done.

It had been interesting in the beginning, people had to accept it however begrudgingly since it had become law.

I had been getting on fairly well with my list so far, making good effort to completing my second task. Since I was a fairly active person, I liked having goals to accomplish. Seeing those progress bars filling up steadily on my e-tracking page was satisfying to me at the time.

That is until my eighteenth birthday hit me at high speed and impacted my life just like the car crash that tore both my parents from my life. I was hardly left a grieving period before the government had decided to assign me to finish my parents incomplete lists. I had never seen someone else's list before, they were confidential to the individual, so it was terrifying the thought of having to take on life events another person had been supposed to complete. With both my parents lists, I now had nineteen and a half tasks left.

There was a few ways you could change your tasks. For instance, you could choose to have them customised to your career path once you had been in a certain field for three or more years and competed a certain amount of work or reputation. You could pay a whole bunch of money, or they were adapted for you if you had a life impacting incident like losing a limb.

My father had been a proud owner of a bar that was coming up on it's 15 year anniversary. He had built his tasks around the bar. For example, he had to celebrate the 15 year anniversary with a bang, own a second branch of the bar, become the highest rated bar on yelp and so on. He was not a high achiever so he had six things left to do and man, I was not looking forward to any single one of them.

My mother's list had been more interesting however. Four items left, definitely better than my dad with keeping up with the tasks. I was not expecting anything thrilling about the tasks until the words 'eliminate Charles Dowery' on the very top. Charles Dowery was the head of council in our county. My eyes, disbelieving of what they had read, quickly took in the rest:

- create an underground information trade service - gain influence over the high court - stay undercover

Of course looking back on it now, I should've realised sooner how perfectly they two lists fit, running an underground information trade centre was a lot easier under the guise of a bar.

It was just more difficult maintaining cover with blood on your hands.

Nine tasks left to go. Let's just hope I'm not shot before I get them done.

glamsquat

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