An Open Letter To _____

[DarkWarrioress]

I have no idea what you're talking about.


I don't think I'm horny enough for that!


Get it? Cause rams have horns, but also....


Oh never mind.

*throws a ripe tomato at him*

That was bad, Scutt. Even for you.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

*throws a ripe tomato at him*

That was bad, Scutt. Even for you.

*ducks said tomato*

Wait, even for me? What does that mean!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*ducks said tomato*

Wait, even for me? What does that mean!

*saunters off with a grin*

 

[Miss_Vivi]

*saunters off with a grin*

You're sauntering the wrong way Cait!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

You're sauntering the wrong way Cait!

Oh hell no, I'm not. AWAY FROM. Not towards. That's your job, Vi. Towards.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Oh hell no, I'm not. AWAY FROM. Not towards. That's your job, Vi. Towards.

snickers

Towards Daddy?
Unnecessary.


It's not a job.
Well.. most of the time.

But still.. I think you protest too much, darling.
Though.. at least we got the sauntering part right.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

snickers

Towards Daddy?
Unnecessary.


It's not a job.
Well.. most of the time.

But still.. I think you protest too much, darling.
Though.. at least we got the sauntering part right.

Yeah yeah yeah... think what you like.

Hell, I can saunter with the best of them.

I can skitter off pretty fast too. >.>

*looks around for Fr33k before ninja vanishing*

 

[Light Ice]

He lives!

I really liked this.

 

[palemoon2035]

Dear you,

You, stop being you. I hate you for being you. Stop being you. You suck! Why couldn't you be more like me? I am awesome! You are not. Wait...don't be more like me. Then, if you were me, I would be you. And I would be writing to me. What? Are you trying to confuse me, you? You! Arrrgh! Its a paradox.

Sincerely,

Me...not you...what?

*poofs*

 

[Miss_Vivi]

I really liked this.

Of course you did.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

A bad girl says...

Dearest Daddypantz,

I'm sorry for being such a little brat.
It's a good thing you like it.

BG.

 

[Daddi_DJ]

Dear You, Yes...You!
Get it together! Yes I know you are dealing with a lot but YOU know there is definitely more to come. So, you need to get your strength back and face it ALL! And yes I know this year is more than likely going to be worse than this past year but at least you know this and can prepare for it! So, bitch, get up and get ready!

You have made a lot of mistakes last year but YOU WILL NOT dwell on it or repeat it! I know somewhere deep down you are strong enough to keep yourself straight. I KNOW it. Your mistakes took a big piece of you which you will never get back so just fucking adapt. ADAPT damn it! That is what you do, remember? And if adapting means to be on your own and deal on your own then that is what you must do. SHHHHHHH no comment needed just do it anyway you can or you will be eaten alive! Yes, I know that sounds good but trust me it isn't because I will not let YOU drag ME down with you!

Fucking get it together or I will MAKE you get it together! That will be even worse if I let you handle it *smirk*. You have seen how I handle things and we both know where it took you. So, if you want a year in review THIS year of LAST year you will wise the HELL up and do something about it. Even though right now you are playing the waiting game you can do something about everything else that is being thrown at.

Last warning: Get your shit together bitch or deal with me again!

You know who *smirk*

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Dear Dreaminess,

The other night I was a little unfair to you, and for that I'm really, really sorry. I thought that perhaps to make up for it, I'd share what I was afraid of and that way you could use it against me or just plain know that we could both hide from the world together at certain times.

I'd like to hide from the world with you.
And then play dress up.
....


Before I get lost in that thought, much like those things that freak you out, mine is a little silly, and easily used against me.

Zombies.

Yeah, okay they aren't real. But I live with a man who is a zombie expert of sorts. All the movies, all the books, we have a zombie statue in the house (I call him Fred, cause he could be the zombie version of Fred Weasley) and the man has a zombie tattoo. I know way more about the possibility of infection, escape routes, where we'd go, and whether or not I'd even survive.

For real.

And it all scares the shit out of me. I can barely make it through one episode of Walking Dead without a panic attack (both partners love this show. I like it and hate it). The watching of a zombie movie virtually assures that only Disney movies will be watched for the rest of the night and we will be barricading ourselves into the apartment (I'm serious). I have zombie dreams often when I'm feeling anxious and they wake me up in tears.

Let's make it one step worse. I'm a kinkster. In real life and everything. I like being bound up, being unable to move is brain melting awesomeness for a girl like me who is ALWAYS on the move. So I get all wrapped up and unable to move and I'm good till I realize that I'm pretty much zombie takeout. I want to be tied up with rope and off the ground, till I realize that I'm pretty much a zombie pinata and what if there is an outbreak and why the fuck am I thinking like this?

So.
You aren't alone.

Hope this helps, and you can laugh at me.
Vi.

 

[BeautifulDream]

Dear Vi,

You're a doll, really. You don't need to apologize for anything or share your fears. I would never use them against you. I know it was not your intentions to freak me out so please don't feel like you owe me anything.

Actually, better yet, you can make it up to me with lovey, sweet words that make me melt. I'll forgive you then.

I still adore you.

Love,
Dream

 

[Faux_Pas]

Please don't give up.
I know everything has gotten so shitty, and that I can't be there as much as I want to.
Because I don't know what to do.
I'm scared. I've seen everything going on lately, and I don't know what to do.
I can't see you cry. I don't know how to handle that. Everything is different, and I just don't know what to do.
I'm afraid you'll think of me as a disappointment for not being there for you. It's out of my control. I already feel like a failure to the family, because of how often this happens. The people I feel actually care, I can never see. When they need me, I can never be there... Which makes me completely understand why when I need help, no one is there for me.

You told her to tell me not to call.
That you were afraid to talk to me.
I don't know what to do. Just sit here and pretend everything is okay?
Then what? You need help. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I'm scared to death you'll just give up, and I can't do anything about it.
Losing Gram messed me up. I failed her so much.
I'm really afraid I'm a failure to you too... We had finally hit a truce with all that happened when I was little. I want to do good in your eyes. I want to know I did everything I was supposed to.
I just want to hear you say you're proud of me.. and right now, I feel like I'm back to being that waste of space again, because you won't even talk to me.

I'll keep pretending I'm okay. Put on a smile and pray you'll call. I won't do it because I don't want to upset you.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Dear Ex (Because that's all you are, anymore):

Maybe that's why I'm so on edge lately; knowing that in a month you will be in another country and I will never have to fucking see your face again, reigniting the anger I feel in the pit of my stomach whenever I even hear you in the same space. You were someone I thought I loved. I know now that I was just trying to be comfortable, as usual. I wanted someone to be near, someone to hold, to kiss, to hug, to fuck. Now I just want you to fucking die.

I had wanted to remain friendly with you at first. Our relationship self-destructed, but that didn't mean we couldn't be civil. Somewhere along the line, a wedge drove between us in the silence and now even hearing your voice makes me just want to scream. I can't wish you luck in your endeavors because I kind of hope you end up in a real-life rendition of Hostel.

That may make me a terrible person, but I don't fucking care.

Very Fucking Sincerely,

Me.

 

[Niriate]

Dear partner,

thank you. That's all I really have to say. Thank you for being who you are.
Just short of 8 years ago, you offered your home and hearth to a girl you had only known for a few months. You offered a place to stay to a heartbroken girl and her two infants.
I'm certain that it was the best decision you've ever made.

Thank you for being a father to my twins. Thank you for being a mate. Thank you for putting my heart back together.

We'll never have a child of ourselves, it is likely we'll never marry.. but that will never stop me from loving you with every ounce of my being. You complete me, you bring out the best in all three of us, the twins adore you for your sillyness.

Never stop being yourself, for you are the glue in our little family.

Much love,
Your sugarmuffin.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Dear any and all acoustic neuromas,

You suck. You suck monkey balls. With your stupidly complicated set ups, taking at least 12 hours to remove from a patient's brain, and all the deficits you cause that harm them. In short, screw you! And stop showing up in the days I'm late stay.

I don't like you. So you don't get a "sincerely."

~Tigress

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Dear....

These aren't my words, but they are the right words. These are the ones that you need to remember when you whisper or shout or call my name in defense of your games. When you hearken to our shared past, to our history as if it covers your shoulders from shame.

I am no toy of yours. This dance ended so long ago.

“Before you fuck up and call her anything less than her name, before you grab her by the arm you need to know the trigger that you are pulling at. You need to know that the safety is never on. You need to know her history before you tell me that this isn’t my business. You need to know that her history is my history. See, she and I, we come from the tribe of raw knuckled little girls who call our father by their first names and wear their mothers like bruise coloured war paint under eye. We grew thick skin before we grew permanent teeth. We learned to piece together our own families in the backyards of rented duplexes where we promised plastic faced babies better things in soothing tones that we mimicked from TV. We do not have daddy issues even though our daddy’s have issues. We have piercing eyes and promises to keep. We grew up to be nomads surveying domestic war zones with black eyeliner binoculars, always refusing to camouflage. We threw our heads back and laughed at oncoming explosions, never flinched, absorbing shrapnel, never let them see us cry.

We do not dream of boys who will save us from towers. We dream of boys with courage caked under their fingernails. Boys with hands rough enough to wipe metal tears from our faces but warm enough to mold them into stars. Boys with vertebrae strong enough to lock with ours so they can sleep sitting back to back with us and keep watch. And these are the boys, these are the boys who will find love under our armor. These are the boys who will find that we love selectively but we love fiercely. These are the boys who will learn that we love in ways that leave claw marks down the baseboard before we ever let go.

So do not think she doesn’t know how you fear her absence - you should. Your cage is not stronger than her will or her smile. Do not think you are good enough to tame her. You aren’t. And do not think you are the first to try because i have already closed your eyes and crossed your arms before your body hit the floor. And you think she deserves better than you. You are right. ”

The days of three words and magical powers ended that second time you walked out and left me with tears on my face and a desire to never kneel again. A feeling that I killed with great and determined prejudice.

Let those words die upon your lips. Forget her name, forget mine, forget it all. It never happened, and my name won't be sold to peddle your wares or get you tail.

We're done.

Vivi

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Well at least you got one thing correct out of the long string of bull shit.

We are done.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Dear World~

STOP. I want to get off.

Dear Drama~

STOP. It is unappealing.

Dear those I adore~

STOP! Bringing others into your private pain is harsh.

Dear Lounge~

Can we please get back to the way it used to be before the fifty billion cliques and twenty thousand hook-ups and people only talking to their friends? What happened to being an inclusive place? What happened to having conversations that didn't splatter personal shit everywhere?

Am I the only person who has noticed the decided lack of community? Am I the only person who sees all the divisiveness and has ran away to other forums just so I don't have to see it/hear it all day long?

Just stop.

Dear friends~

I love you.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Dear Luna,

No, you're not the only one.



P.S. I love you too, Wolfling. Much respect.

 

[Britwitch]

Dear...

love,
Brit

 

[thestruggle]

Dear Vanilla Yogurt,

I wanted to take a moment and let you know how wonderful you are. Do you have any idea of the effect you have on me? My heartbeat races a little when I open the fridge and reach for you. Sinking a spoon into your velvety, creamy depths is one of the most anticipatory experiences I've known... And then your taste, well--

I think I better stop this letter before I get carried away. Just remember you'll never be short an admirer with me around.

Greedily yours,

Tess

P.S. Get in my mouth! Right now!

 

[thestruggle]

Dear Vanilla Yogurt,
Your days are numbered.
Soon it will be just me.
Behold your DOOOOOOOM!

-V