# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]

in which a day care worker emails a little girl's father. © 2015 webby | bonnaroo

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

"Love and electricity are one and the same, my dear. If you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time, A kiss Is shared, A whisper is spoken, A touch is felt, Then you are not really in love at all" -------- Some people say that electricity is a good thing; wether it be the connection between two people, or to power the world. Either way it is cherished, romanticised and useful. Me? I hate it. It's a curse. Literally. Bound to me from birth the static and electrical pulses have made my life hell, and it's never gonna get better. There's no cure. No fairytale ending; just a freak with a not so 'super' power.

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo

➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.