a blanket stabbed me in the thigh
5 inches deep
17% survival rate
….that blanket must have like magical fucking abilities because how am i almost dead
stabbed two inches deep in the nose by my pants????????? and a 17% survival rate
those gotta be some fucking possessed pants
stabbed with a plate
in the finger
81% survival rate
Stabbed with a cup in my lip, 4 inches deep, and i have 18% chance of survival
Stabbed with a can of Monster Lo-Carb (wasn’t drinking it ew, it was at work) 12 inches deep (ow) with a 98% chance of survival
Stabbed with pen’s cap, 6 inches deep in the face with 75% chance of survival.
I’m doing fine, I guess.
Stabbed with my gift card, in the back of my head, 69% survival chance
The girl finally awoke from her slumber. She let out a slight groan as she gained consciousness. She attempted to lift herself off the ground, only to find that she couldn’t, she felt a sharpening pain rush all over her body. She examined herself to find that she had multiple bone fractures, as well as a gash running along her arm, along with numerous scratches. A bright blue color began to illuminate her body, and when it disappeared her injuries disappeared with it. She had healed herself, she wasn’t sure how, but she had. She lifted herself back onto her feet, and looked around. Her surroundings seemed oddly familiar, however, she could not remember them. She attempted to search her memories, only to find that she had none. She began searching herself for anything that would help her remember, only to come up empty handed.
To my new followers…
To my old followers…
To those who unfollowed me…
To those who looked at my blog and decided not to follow…
To those who will look at my blog after seeing this…
my second time posting this but i got so many new followers
This never gets old
they’re coming home for the holiday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you