#my nightmare before christmas tshirt

[gallavich-headcanon]

Tag game tuesday: The MySpace Survey ⭐️

Thank you for tagging me, darling @creepkinginc 🖤

What’s your name? And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell... xoxo anon

Sun sign: Aquarius (:

The last song you listened to:

What are you wearing right now? big tshirt, underwear, socks. This is a no shoes no pants kind of household. (I live alone)

How tall are you? almost 160cm / almost 5'3 (don't you dare start with the short jokes)

Piercings? my skin doesn't like being pierced so just one in each ear.

Tattoos? 5 (was going to get my 6th but my brother is a little bitch)

Glasses? contacts? Glasses. I would rather die than touch my own eye.

Last drink: Ginger tea because my throat hurts /:

Last thing you ate: toast with honey (listen, I'm sick, don't judge me)

Favorite color: Black

Any pets? none, desperately wanting a cat

Do you have a crush on anyone? not really, my taste sucks so I'm on a dating sabbatical until I prove to myself that I make better choices lol

Favorite fictional character: have you seen my blog?

A movie you think everyone should watch: the nightmare before Christmas

A book you think everyone should read: you haven't lived until you've read twilight

The last place you traveled: Tuscany (Italy) 🖤

Something you’re looking forward to: seeing my sister in less than a month! and possibly going to Bulgaria in April

Tagging the babes @mikhailoisbaby @mishervellous @surviving-maybe @energievie @marstheterrible @stocious @plainest @ian-galagher @bawlbrayker @mzkora @helplesslesbianromatic @jewtism

#Spotify #tag game

[lovelikeblood1]

words may hurt me but you can never take away my depeche mode x nightmare before Christmas tshirt

[that-one-enby-ranger]

I dare you all to show photos, if you can, of the presents you get.

I'll go first.

I got two Queen calenders, a Queen book, Good Ones card Game, a teddy bear, a cab of beans with my name on it, a wind up Mandarin Duck, Offspring tshirt, hairbrush, comb, I ate my son worm on a string card, I commit tax evasion worm on a string sticker, lip balm, Macklemore ticket, we will rock you musical ticket, Marvel exhibition ticket, Freddie Mercury earrings, and like 7 different badges.

And Nightmare before Christmas socks I can't be bothered to take off.

Dare y'all to show a photo now

[quiveringdeer]

The Yeagers used to have one of those singing Douglas Fir trees with the creepy eyes which scared the piss out of little six year-old Eren. Years later, Zeke found one on ebay and wanted to see if it still creeped his brother out. It very much did.

OMFG NONNIE!!! THE BLAST OF NOSTALGIA THIS BROUGHT ME!

my granma had one of these and I actually loved it lol She also had multiple dancing/singing Santa's. I never really coincided her always decorating outside and inside for Christmas with my love for the holiday.

aaaaaanywho this idea is hilarious!

The whole Jaeger clan is under one roof for the holidays, including Dina (cause we love healthy dynamics with exes). Zeke buys the little tree and keeps it in his luggage until super early Christmas morning. Eren always sleeps in now that he's older and doesn't wake up until Carla comes to get him up usually.

Zeke's set up his phone before sneaking in to set up the tree on Eren's nightstand. The Tree is motion and voice activated so he's gotta be careful not to set it off till he's back behind the camera. Then he says the voice command and it lights up, turns on and starts blaring Jingle Bells!!

Eren startles awake. the song and the sound of the tree's animatronic movements have been nightmare fuel for years and then he turns to see the horrifying creature near his bed and starts flailing and screaming, getting tangled up in his sheets as he tries to scramble away.

The rucous causes the parental units to wake up and come down the hall to see what's up. Carla's first with Dina and Grisha close on her heels. Zeke is losing it laughing. Dina pops him upside the head as Carla moves past him to go to Eren. Grisha is pinching the bridge of his nose.

Once Eren gets a handle on what's going on--Tree still singing with all this commotion--he's breathing heavy but after Carla comes in and turns on the light he notices Zeke in the doorway and we know our boy is easy to anger and he's lunging for his brother prepared to put the blond on a tshirt kill for his antics. Zeke is still laughing while Eren attempts to strangle him. Dina and Carla are telling them to cut it out and Grisha is so done he just walks away.

I didn't realize there was an (imo) even scarier version of the tree (2nd one). And some shots of the two Santas my granma had. Also, I cannot believe someone built a FULL SIZE singing fir tree!

#nat talks aot #nat's childhood #aot meta #aot #the jaegers #zeke jaeger #eren jaeger #carla jaeger #grisha jaeger #dina jaeger #nonnie #answered asks #nat writes

[spiked-mall-goth]

okay guys help fr, i'm going out to a movie with friends on sunday and i had a really cute outfit in mind but now im second guessing... sooooo

outfit one: my N17 Tshirt, black and red granny square skirt, red tights, big black boots, fuck ton of jewelry prob lots of shinny bracelets and spikes, white leather crossbody bag

outfit two: kittie Tshirt with red tights as sleeves under, black skirt with sheer rose overlay, platform sandals, less jewelry but still spikes (duh), nightmare before christmas tote bag

outfit three: iron maiden Tshirt, denim shorts, converse, a cuffed bracelet or two, emily the strange messenger bag (this is the simple option)

#spikes rambles #personal poll #guys i am the WORST at picking outfits #i always need a second (30th) opinion #anyways id love to take suggestions as well #maybe one day ill make a big poll thingy and you guys pick my outfit... #SPIKES OUTFIT BRACKET!! #SPIKES OUTFIT BRACKET!!! #yeah that sounds like fun #maybe later this month

[perianfrost]

Join the Chorus 8/25

A Macdonald Hall advent fic, posting daily until December 25th!

December 8

Boots woke up just in time to stare at Bruno pulling a fresh tshirt over his head. “What… what are you doing?”

Bruno grinned at him. “Getting dressed. I was thinking about breakfast.”

Boots squinted at his alarm clock. “But it’s 8:30. You’re supposed to sleep for another twenty minutes.”

“People change,” Bruno said archly. “Get up, we have to make plans.”

Wincing, Boots pushed himself into a sitting position. “Plans?”

Bruno nodded. Fully dressed, he sat on his bed and leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees and wait. 

Boots slowly pulled himself together, shooting Bruno a suspicious look every few seconds. He made it as far as shuffling over to his desk to stuff his homework in his backpack before bursting out, “Okay, what is it? What, what are you doing? Did you catch something from the girls? Are you a pod person? Who are you?”

“Aha,” Bruno said, vindicated. It was almost worth getting up early. “I could ask you the same thing!”

“Huh?”

Bruno pointed at Boots’s chest. “You’ve been weird for a week. Listen Boots, if we’re going to go hunting for Bigfoot, I need to know you’re with me one hundred percent. I mean, you saw the size of that thing! You gotta be focused.”

Boots went still. 

Despite the gravity of the situation, Bruno dropped his hands. “Your folks aren’t gonna try and pull you out of the Hall again, are they?”

“What–Bruno, it’s senior year! I’m not going to leave.”

Through a series of increasingly animated head and shoulder movements, Bruno managed to ask SO?

Boots sighed, shoulders drooping. “It’s nothing. I just. I talked to my folks awhile ago and they uh. They won a cruise trip.”

Bruno squinted.

“A Christmas cruise,” Boots clarified. “They’re going for Christmas and Edward and I are staying here over the break.”

Everything slotted into place. Bruno dropped his hands. “They’re abandoning you at Christmas?”

“I thought you didn’t like Christmas,” Boots grumbled.

“I don’t like the capitalistic nightmare that Christmas has become,” Bruno corrected. “Or the colors. Or the creepage. And… well, you know. It’s still Christmas. Is anybody else staying?”

“A few from every grade, you know, the usual. None of the guys though.”

Bruno fell silent, watching Boots struggle with the zipper of his backpack. That was stupid. That was stupid. Sure, the Hall tended to take the boys who stayed over the winter break skiing or on day trips to town or the city, and there was supposed to be a decent New Years party too, but… it was the holidays. And no matter how little Bruno wanted to care about them, the holidays meant something to Boots. “That sucks. Sorry, Boots.”

“Yeah, I get to stay here and get eaten by Bigfoot,” Boots said. “Promise you won’t let your new roommate mess my stuff up too much?” “You’re my only roommate,” Bruno said, more fierce than he probably needed to. And then, trying to ignore the look that flashed across Boots’s face, he began to plot.

#editing is for chumps aka people who plan things out #macdonald hall #bruno and boots #fanfic advent #join the chorus fic

[plushyteeths]

gender envy but it gets randomly concerning gonna be updated occasionally !!

   + ravens    + it’s the end of the world as we know it by r.e.m.    + the snail bomb from half dead 3    + the creatures from gtfo    + black cats with solid white eyes    + mothman    + forget-me-nots    + facial scars & piercings    + stick n poke tattoos    + early 2000s band rubber bracelets    + gloomy bear    + the russian sleep experiment     + the vibes of a city after dark    + pitbulls    + anthrax [the disease , not the band]    + pink & green plushys    + bags covered in pins & keychains & patches    + weird really specific vintage pins/graphic tees/etc    + dermestid beetles     + turkey vultures     + banshees    + teeth    + wet specimen hearts    + bible accurate angels    + kandi accessories    + “i am made of memories” from the song of achilles    + like , the entirety of cemetery boys    + crona from soul eater    + get cool by stray kids    + also god’s menu by stray kids    + also also back door by stray kids     + guts    + hanahaki disease     + the bandsintown logo    + samsara room    + endermen     + cherries    + lord death from soul eater    + dr stein from soul eater    + grell from black butler    + undertaker from black butler    + the word boom    + infections    + ankou    + the like ,,, apple spice candle scent    + the word swarm    + “history , huh ?” from red , white , & royal blue    + baz grimm-pitch    + full body stims    + magpies    + the black dahlia [esp the mouth cuts]    + semi-sweet chocolate chips    + scott pilgrim vs the world ruined a whole generation of women by negative xp    + rosaries & straight razors     + existential crises     + the word queue     + frog skeletons     + dandelions    + crocuses     + the moon from soul eater    + the word hollyhock    + scourge from warrior cats    + the horseman of pestilence     + bloody noses    + oogie boogie & boogie’s boys from the nightmare before christmas    + the scary teddy from the nightmare before christmas    + spraypaint    + steel-toe docs    + sour candies    + scars on your knees from skinning them alot    + buttercups    + smoking     + the word heretic    + shane madej’s vibes    + there is no game : wrong dimension    + my oversize walking dead tshirt    + izze blackberry soda    + plushtrap from fnaf4    + this one bunny plushy i have with really long limbs    + toothfaeries    + swamp creatures    + birds that look like they know everything and then some    + red lights by stray kids     + the pretender by foo fighters    + beat up old notebooks crammed with sketches    + collarbone piercings    + the blood eagle [i suggest not googling this]    + ballora’s voice    + the bonnie song    + the word skitter    + coils of wire    + wooden boxes filled with little random trinkets n things    + necrosis of the flesh [another thing i suggest not googling]    + basement gerard    + picking up nightcrawlers and having a religious moment    + lilypads     + alternates from the mandela catalogue     + the heaven’s gate away team patches    + polaris & yildun from star crossed lovers    + aaron from dear , door    + my kitten’s 3am zoomies    + venus flytrap genderbend art    + corpse flowers    + tons of rings    + hands covered in plasters    + creepy plushys    + button eyes    + the other wybie from coraline & regular wybie too    + beetles ,,, just as a concept ,,, beetles    + femboys ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,    + hipbone piercings    + beppi the clown from cuphead     + many many many eyes    + balljoint dolls    + haunted toys

#plushys bite back

[twerkingoftheshrew]

My friend Valkyrie and I made lists of things that are "mecore" for fun. Here's mine.

TW: mention of self harm, NSFW as hell

Soxcore:

Silly knee socks, cannabis, gin and limeade, mismatched footie socks, foxes, fuzzy blankets, cute plushies, creepy plushies, stained glass, colored glass, granny aesthetic Halloween decor, big cocks, 2D muscle men, 2D hot twinks, 2D dommy mommies, cryptids (esp. Mothman), ghost sex, monsterfuckery, jean overall shorts with rainbow straps, band/punny/nerdy tshirts, silky fabrics, stupid adorable cats, mint and dark chocolate KitKats, sprite, original ramune, instant ramen, sailor moon, David Bowie, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, eeveelutions, pins and buttons, pet play, shibari, restraints, holding hands during sex, kitchen witchcraft, wholesome witchcraft, baking sweets for people you care about, one man show in the kitchen, rain in every form, distant thunder, reading smut, toe beans, male ahegao, soft yanderes (all yanderes), impressionist art, making a playlist for every occasion and mood, 2D simping, Ren faire, overcast days, having a moody day, spending the day in bed, cute shoes/boots/heels, rubber toe sneakers (high and low top), cardigan sweaters, nightmare before Christmas, dad hats, witch hats, flower crowns, silver or gunmetal jewelry, vampire movies, goth femmes from 90s cartoons, hugs, gentle casual touches, surprise kisses, tickles and cute pokes, tappy fingies, blushing, being flustered, being oblivious to flirting, being clumsy, being derpy, string led lights, cool spectrum colors (miss me with those warm tones), the sound of water (especially underwater sounds), the moon and stars, walking at night, soft nighttime breezes, running through the woods, shoulder freckles, weirdly good with animals, being shy but polite, being an open book in a comfortable conversation, constant body language, can always read their emotions plain on their face, hand gestures while talking/talking with hands, wild arm flailing (muppet flailing), muppets, tabletop gaming, spring, daffodils, hyacinths, lavender fields, heather meadows, orchids, weeping willows, big old trees, passionate infodumping, platonic cuddling and spooning, granny floral prints, paisley, tarot cards, reading tea leaves, reading runes, amethyst, goldstone, lapis lazuli, smoky quartz, geodes, found animal bones, fangs and claws, pointed ears, oddly shaped pupils, burying your face in things (pillow, crook of lover's neck, cat belly, etc.), early emo shit, random hodgepodge of different 90s aesthetic and nostalgia, those fuckin cups from the 90s with that purple and blue pattern, wildberry poptart colors, wildberry poptarts, smutty dating Sims, hot fictional men who will kill my character, dead doves, the most toe curling fucked up fanfics imaginable, romcom BL, crying a lot, crying from any intense emotional response even if it's positive, crying because of a piece of media, crying for release, crying in the shower, curling up on the floor and clutching yourself tightly while you sob, singing in the shower, singing around the house, singing to my fur children, a live narration of my actions done in song, changing song lyrics to be about silly things, doing character voices in everyday conversation, speaking in meme references, referencing old vines and then having to explain them because someone hasn't seen that one,

gin gins (ginger hard candy), being touch starved, touch as primary love language, sleeping while hugging a pillow, side sleeping, sleeping in, suddenly realizing you've been awake far too long, coming out of a hyperfixation like time travel and figuring out what year you're in now, surprise naps, nap roulette, garlic rye chips, cheese, cheesecake, baby, so so baby, masking mental health in public and to unfamiliar people, thinking no one would ever put up with you, cutting, cutting scars, tattoos that cover scars, piercings and body mods, Oreos, walking down train tracks with a friend, cosplay and LARPing, musical theatre, standing in the rain just to feel it on your skin, stretching like a cat, nose and feet are always cold for some reason, mushroom swiss burgers, psychedelics, MLP:FiM, beanies all winter, choker necklaces, space as an aesthetic, glass pipes and bongs, glassblowing, small venue punk and rock shows, the concert poster plastered bathrooms of a small punk venue, please pet me uwu, neon hair dye, anatomically inaccurate plastic Halloween skeleton animals, clingy but pushes it down, needy but won't ask for things, multiple texts in a row, reading constantly, crowd anxiety, corvids, cephalopods, freshwater shrimp, dying after a fat bong rip/fat dab, simping, passive darling, needing a caretaker relationship, Alolan Vulpix and Ninetails, Greek food, dumbass fudanshi, animal crossing, pop punk, early techno, sad indie, 80s-90s goth kid music, red bean ice cream, ramune flavored candy, Marius from Lez Miz, hobbits, DC, drawn/animated furries, hugging people in fur suits at cons, nigiri sushi, onigiri, the works of Neil Gaiman, femme authored classic literature, classic and modern poetry, occult nonsense, romantic literature, the works of D.H. Lawrence, fantasy fiction, bi panic, "you're so funny" thanks it's a coping mechanism, cast iron wood stoves, generational cast iron pans, family recipes, emerald and silver, dainty works of metal art like broochs, pins and hair pins, band and random sew on patches, night mist, kintsugi (using liquid gold to fix broken things), memories that are so obscure and buried in references and inside jokes it's almost a two person play to explain them,

looking like a Victorian ghost, looking like the host of a punk rock children's show, seaside cliffs, sea storms, Vicky's story in The Gargoyle, The Gargoyle, househusband vibes, chill edits of toonami anime, stupid puns and wordplay, over the shoulder glances, over the edge of sunglasses glances, not getting rid of plushies because you don't want them to be sad and miss you and you're worried about whether or not they'll have a happy life elsewhere, having spoiled fur children because you're a pushover, kissing while crying from happiness, walking arm in arm, face touches, hand on face, hand over hand on face, soft neck and shoulder bites, bite marks, hugging from behind and kissing the top of someone's head, headpats, rubbing your nose on soft things, judging a mug solely by how it feels in your hands, loose leaf tea, having a tea shelf/cabinet, a nice, comfortable pair of boots, lemon, vanilla, clove, sandalwood, sage, lavender, bed head, wants to make you breakfast, embroidering memes and shit posts, wooden rocking chairs, owns way too many accessories, various collections of seemingly mundane items that have more meaning than they should, casually sex/sexual health positive but shy about personal tastes, awkward creetchur vibes, gives genuine compliments to strangers often, always gassin up the homies, forced optimism, character/pop culture mini backpacks, sunglasses with colorful lenses, I like you so I did a deep dive of your Spotify, can and will remodel the house for you, "I can fix that", "please let me put together the furniture it's like a big puzzle!", painting/customizing bits of furniture or clothing because I got bored, making friends in the smoking area, smoke breaks because I'm anxious/overstimulated, telling the band "great show" at the merch table, things that glow in the dark, fireflies,  forest rivers and streams, moss covered stones, trees or tree roots that have a surprisingly comfy place to sit, reading a book outside, the smell of books, libraries, old libraries, book spines under fingertips, page edges and corners against fingertips, holding a book to your chest to feel the story close to your soul, overcast days that press down on your soul a bit and make everything feel slightly heavy and bittersweet, crock pot meals on cold days, clutching the edges of sweater or hoodie sleeves, frost covered grass, misty dawns, museum dates, chai lattes, nose boops, edible mushrooms, flowering trees, needing white noise/music to sleep, borrows your hoodie because it smells like you, walking through a cemetery together reading the stones and imagining the lives of the people buried there, "ooo they have a charcuterie board!", Ghibli food and domestic fluff vibes, will absolutely cook with you or for you, spooky cute, gently bonks my head against you like a cat, slow blinks/bleps of affection, book dragons, I really like this new song so I'm going to listen to it on repeat for hours on end, corner store snack runs, PS2 startup noise

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

Some personal stuff

I feel like I have come to a realization that is too important for me not to share with anyone, but I don’t have anyone I’d be comfortable sharing this with, but I think this is a thing tumblr understands

I am not a big fan of my looks. It’s to be expected, I was bullied as a kid and stuff. My mother’s own feelings towards her body infected me growing up. And on top, being autistic I value comfort over looks when it comes to my clothes, and I don’t go anywhere near a lot of stuff

Clothes shopping and dressing up for events are nightmares. Usually no one is pressuring me into wearing high heels or make up, fortunately, but I feel so disconnected from the idea of female beauty that people around me have, that stores and tv sell. I think a lot of it looks beautiful, but a lot looks hideous, and nothing is what *I* want to look like

Now, my mother, she is incredibly supportive at times. She let me dye my hair and even learned how to bleach it for me. I have had freedom over my room for as long as I have had my own room, back when I was still a teen. My purple walls, my baby pink furniture, my boyband posters, my figures and merch, she never gave me any trouble for it, she let me chose it all

But she does (and did) give me looks and strong suggestions when it comes to my clothes. Back when I had just gotten my purple streaks on my hair I went through a phase of experimenting on how I dressed and those looks and strong suggestions would kill me inside. I could take anything from strangers or even from my shitty distant family but the way she acted hurt me a lot. I’d accept her suggestions because how could I not, and I would look in the mirror and hate what I saw. That on top of dealing with how my body didn’t look the same as the bodies of the people I took inspiration from, my hair didn’t look the same as the hair of the people I took inspiration from… it was just awful

I eventually stopped experimenting and settled for what was easy and comfortable. A nerdy girl with pink hair, no makeup, large tshirt, jeans and comfy shoes may not be beautiful like that, but she doesn’t get that look from mom or whispers from strangers. People probably get some vibes from me but I am normal. This is a thing normal people wear

I’m not fully unhappy like this, I love collecting tshirts of special interests, and I love my hair (I have since my teens grown to love not only the color and cut I picked, but also the natural shape it takes) and I don’t hate my body shape anymore, even if sometimes I still get insecure about perfectly natural features that are usually demonized by society (like body hair or acne)

But I still don’t like what I see in the mirror. Even in my best days when I like my body and face and hair, I know that I am not putting on it what *I* think is beautiful. I know I gave up. And it’s not that I think not being beautiful is a bad thing - most times I am alright with it! I think being comfortable and happy matter more than it

But I want to feel beautiful. And I don’t want to be someone else’s idea of beautiful. I want to be my own idea if beautiful

Which brings me to this last couple of days. I want to start a junk journal/scrapbook, and I keep sharing with my mom the ideas I have. I am feeling a bit insecure about it, because I have had bad experiences trying to make something that looked beautiful when people do it online but it looks awful when I do because I seem unable to predict what looks good before it’s ruined and I feel like a fool. I hope the alarm bells rang for you, hypothetical reader, because they didn’t for me. But as my mother replied to what I shared with her with suggestions that seemed to miss the point of what I want to make, I could only think of two things

The first was from back in second grade. We were making paintings for Christmas in art class, and I was painting a pink and red background that I had a very specific idea in mind about, and it wasn’t coming out as I wanted because visual arts have never been my strong point. A classmate of mine heard it and said I was doing it wrong, took the brush from me and made a mess. Oh well, it was one stroke, but it was a mess. I had a meltdown that day, and my poor teacher had to help me fix it, and I always hated how it looked in the end but the painting was in the living room for years after that, making me remember that day for years. As my teacher tried to calm me down she said something like “you know how [classmate] is…”. She meant no harm, she only wanted to do it her way, is what she wanted me to accept

My mother does crafts, and so does my grandmother. The second thing I thought of was my grandmother. She is very talented, and she has a particular sense of aesthetics. I don’t see her as often as I used to, but I remember clearly that whenever I showed her something that I did or wanted to do, she always had a thousand ideas, but she often missed the point. The ideas were good, but they were not always what I wanted. I have seen she doing the same to my mother, giving a thousand ideas, which my mother often dismisses. Once my mother mentioned it to me, that if she let it happen, her mother would take things into her hands and do it her way

And that’s what’s happening now. *My* mother wanting to do my thing her way, probably without even realizing. And I could let her, follow her suggestions and try to make something that fit her tastes, or I could insist on doing it my way and figure out on my own if I liked it or not

And as I started mentally preparing for taking the second road, only then I realized that it’s the same thing with my dressing. I have accepted, partially, that what she dislike was Ugly instead of going with my own taste, so nothing was ever good enough (because anything else was good enough for me, and what was good for me wasn’t good for her)

And putting it in those terms, and remembering how easily she dismisses my grandmother’s suggestions and they still have a good relationship, each one doing her own things, reopened a door that I thought was closed forever

And there is more!

From times to times, I see a post that talks about gender in terms I can understand (I still have a lot to learn on this, and I want to) and I try to think if I ever experienced anything described or if I can somehow relate

(I’m not sure I fully understand gender yet but every time I try to confirm what my gender is I never find anything that indicates it’s not girl so I guess somewhere deep inside I have an idea of what it is)

I have been thinking lately about my tastes and how linked they are to femininity. Because really, the way I ideally want to dress, the things I want to add to my collages, and my every choice of visual anything is very Stereotypically Feminine Stuff. I’m not sure I understand yet what this all mean, but I think this specific type of Stereotypically Feminine stuff is my thing, and is something that I should embrace

(Remember when my mom said I was to girly to be into girls? Oh well but girly girls are among the Stereotypically Feminine things I like!)

And I saw a post today that opened my eyes about there being different ways of presenting as a gender, and some ways are more socially accepted

It’s making me think a lot about how for example the clothes I want to wear aren’t easy to find, or people’s reactions to my looks when I managed to express myself the way I wanted

I never thought starting a junk journal would make me go through such a trip like this

#shut up brock

[rebelliouscat]

Yes, hi! Hello! Today was marvelous, got my new babys !!! 💙💙❤❤💙💙

#my babys #love love love #captain america #iron man #nick cage #nightmare before christmas #mayor #avengers #marvel #marvel's defenders #my post #my photo post #mine #tshirt #steve rogers #tony stark

[smileandasong]

it’s only 55 degrees outside, 74 in my home, and i’m here in my hoodie the stupid skeleton frank kinnie one and blanket shivering like a baby. TO THINK, i used to walk to school in the snow, wearing nothing but a tattered nightmare before christmas hoodie over my super thin mcr tshirt

#it's only gonna get colder too #we're going to 42 degrees i think #for orlando this is COLD #smile.txt

[band--psycho]

Remus Lupin Imagine-Pure Magic

Thank you for the request @sooophie19, I hope you enjoy!

Maeves POV

It was weird being back home after so long; but it was exciting too. It was years since I’d seen my family, especially my brother, James...he’s a wizard, like the rest of my family. So he went off to Hogwarts, I, however, am what is known as a Squib; meaning that I don’t have any magical abilities To some people in the wizarding world, we are looked down upon, but my parents weren’t like that, they loved me as much as they loved James. They were shocked at first, I remember they were constantly trying to find signs of magic, but they couldn’t. Once the shock wore off though, they were almost...excited to have a child who would go to a Muggle schools. 

I was four when I started doing ballet...or attempting to do ballet, after watching the Nutcracker at Christmas, that’s when my parents decided to enroll me in a ballet school, at first it was just a hobby, something that I did on weekends. But as I got older, I bean to do it more often. I was a two years younger than James, so it was around the time that he started going to Hogwarts that I started to go to ballet dance camps over the summer, I was doing this until I was sixteen, meaning that I rarely ever saw James-we did write to each other though and then I got accepted into the Royal Ballet School in London..it was intense-but finally all of that work was worth it, because I’d been given the part of the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker performance my school was doing at the Royal Opera House, I was so excited to tell James, mum and dad of the news. 

I excitedly made my way into the family home, I began to make my way up stairs but bumped into someone as I did so, hearing a cup smash; I waited for James to make some sort of joke, when he didn’t I looked up at him in confusion, only to find it wasn’t James, but instead, it was a guy with mousy brown hair, greyish blue eyes, with a prominent scars on his face who was standing infront of me

“Y/N?” he asked as he pulled out his wand.

“How do you know me?” I asked, confusion and slight fear evidently coming over my face causing the man infront of me to chuckle. 

“It would be ride to not know my best friends little sister,” he commented, as the fear faded and the confusion began to slowly be replaced with recognition. 

“Oh wait...you’re Remus..aren’t you..?” I asked, trying to cast my mind back to the letters that my brother had written to me over the years. He simply smiled and nodded as he waved his wand, muttering a single word as he did so and just like that, the smashed cup was fixed, as we both made our way to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Moony?” I heard an unfamiliar voice shout from upstairs, 

“What’s taking you so long-” as I herd those words a guy with wavy dark hair appeared, a small smirk appeared on his face as he made his way closer towards us. 

“Blimey. Prongs, you never said your sister was this cute,” the person who I believed to be Sirius shouted up the stairs to my brother, causing Remus to toll his eyes. 

“Shut up, Padfoot,” James said, pushing past Sirius and engulfing me in a big hug.

“It’s good to see you, sis,” he whispered into my hair. 

“It’s good to see you too,” I whispered, returning his hug.

Time Skip-That Evening

I spent a few hours with James, Sirius and Remus, discussing what had been happening over the last few years at Hogwarts and in the Muggle world; I also learned that Sirius was a very talkative and..flirty person, I noticed James glaring at him a few times when he did and Remus was just very quiet for most of the night. James also told me that mum and dad had gone away for the night; so much for surprise visits...

“Right, I’m gonna go to bed now guy,” I  said, standing up and making my way to the stairs.

“Want some company?” Sirius asked as he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Pads..if you flirt with my sister one more time, I’ll stun you into next week,” James warned, scowling at him, causing Sirius to put his hands up in a surrendering motion.  

I don’t know why, but for some reason I just couldn’t get off to sleep..I spent hours, tossing and turning in my bed but to no avail. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I sat up in my bed-debating whether or not I should carry on trying to sleep or not...I soon decided to just give up on sleep. Instead, I decided to go out to the garden and practice some of my ballet moves. 

Remus’ POV

I woke up with a start, feeling my heart hammering in against my ribcage as sweat dripped down my forehead...Merlin I hated these nightmares....I sighed, attempting to control my breathing as I slowly and quietly made my way downstairs to get some chocolate.Just as I was getting some chocolate from the cupboard, I saw something move outside and that’s when I noticed it was Maeve, dancing, the garden light acting almost like a spotlight as she effortlessly moved around the garden. I don’t know why, but for some reason her movements calmed me, washing away all of my fear from the nightmare. After a short while, I became transfixed by her movements, finding tranquility with every flow of her arm or stretch of her leg as she seamlessly glided along the grass, her feet but a breathe of air touching the ground, only briefly before being lifted back into the sky, shadowing the stars, her midnight hair swaying in the wind as she did so.I could feel my heart beat slow, almost hypnotised by the grace and beauty of her dancing. Never in all of my years of magic had I seen something so magical without a single spell being used. I was spellbound by her. Her movements halted when she noticed me, she slowly lifted her hand and shyly waved at me. I mimicked her actions, cursing myself mentally as I did so. A wash of guilt soon came over me, not only for watching her but also for disturbing her. My eyes glanced over to the door as Maeve slowly made her over to it. Conflicting thoughts ran through my head about what to do ‘do I stay here, do I leave, do I apologise...Merlin,...okay, just apologise, compliment her and leave, that’s all you’ve gotta do,’ I thought to myself. 

Maeves POV

A small blushed came across my cheeks as I made my way back into the house, Remus’ eyes avoiding mine. 

“Sor...sorry...I..I...didn’t mean to interrupt you..” Remus mumbled as he fiddled anxiously with the end of his tshirt sleeve. 

“It’s okay,” I replied. sending him a reassuring smile. 

“You’re beautiful...sorry...I.. I meant your..your dancing was beautiful...not to say that you’re not...beautiful, because you are...” Remus rambled, the warm feeling of my blush now filling my entire face. 

“Merlin...I’m sorry..” He apologised, looking down at the floor. 

“Thank you...” I said, walking a little bit closer to him. 

“For..for what?” he stuttered out. 

“Complimenting my dancing...and calling me beautiful..” I answered. 

“You’re...you’re welcome,” he replied, sending me  small smile. 

“Goodnight, Remus,” I said, making my way out of the kitchen. 

“Goodnight,” he replied simply. 

“Just so you know...I think you’re pretty cute,” I said, winking at him before disappearing up the stairs.

Part 2 

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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠

i was tagged by the lovely @xiaoxuxis <3

name: lily

gender: yknow, ive been asking myself that too lmao

height: man idk. 5'7?

time: 4:48pm (now its 5:14pm tho)

birthday: july 2nd

favorite bands: in kpop its ateez & nct. non kpop is avenged sevenfold & type o negative

favorite solo artists: taemin<3

song stuck in my head: jay sean - down. idk why i havent even listened to it for like ever

last movie: i think it was chamber of secrets but idk

last tv show: alice in borderland

when i created this blog: sometime in 2013

last thing i googled: "mountain climber girl alice in borderland" lmao im so bad with names

other blogs: @lilys-aesthetics its exactly what youd think itd be by name. was just tired of tagging pretty pics so i now just throw them there

following: 666 most are inactive accounts from years ago but i dont unfollow bc i think the number is funny

followers: 218

why i chose my url: bc hendery looks like a prince (lowkey been wanting to change it tho. very lowkey. i probs wont)

average hours of sleep: like 6

lucky number: i tend to just pick 2&7 bc of my birthday

instruments: i played guitar and piano in middle school but now i can only barely play piano lol

what im wearing: nightmare before christmas pj pants and a tshirt that says "free hugs" with a picture of chucky. they were both christmas presents

dream trip: literally anywhere. ive barely even left my state so im really not picky. somewhere outside of the country tho

nationality: american

favorite song: rn it's a 3 way tie with 3 ateez songs. desire, light, and dazzling light. mist is getting up there too. this isnt helping my "not an ateezpopper" comment from a while back lol

top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: uhhhhh.. harry potter seems cool as long as im a wizard. and i cant think of anymore cause most fictional worlds i enjoy would not actually be fun to live in

ill tag @briadtr @kaepopsicle & @seonghwasgirl if yall are up for it :)

#thank u as always for the tag ira!! <3 #tagged #also this says 20 questions tag but i think theres more than 20 questions lol

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tagged by @immishaokayuniverse :D

name/nickname: I don’t have one so I’ll be Lilo

gender: female 

star sign: leo

height: 5′7

time: 10:00 pm

birthday: July 29th

favourite bands:One Direction, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, the Dixie Chicks, REO Speedwagon

favourite solo artists: Taylor Swift, Elton John, Joni Mitchell (ok I like the one song but I like it A LOT), Garth Brooks, Tim Mcgraw, Uncle Kracker 

song stuck in my head: Daydreams about Night Things by Ronnie Milsap. I don’t even like it that much

last movie you watched: 17 Again

last show: Supernatural. Actually it was Your Honor but I didn’t like it so I’m not counting it. 

when did i create this blog: I don’t know if this is a new one or not but I started reblogging stuff about Josh Hutcherson because I was obsessed with him. And then One Direction and so on

what do i post: Hyperfixations. And then funny things 

last thing i googled: Whether or not Stacy Abrams made an alleged comment (no she didn’t, no I don’t want to get into it lol)

other blogs: no other ones anymore

do i get asks: Usually not but I’ll get the occasional anon If I say something people don’t like. Which I actually like getting 

why i chose my url: Like Crash Bandicoot? But cooties? Get it

following: 295

followers: 382 

average hours of sleep: Almost always 9

instruments: Sometimes I tap on hard surfaces rhythmically 

what am i wearing: Nightmare Before Christmas pajama pants and an old Uncle Kracker concert tshirt. Oh shit I forgot to add him to solo artists. Just did 

dream job: A famous author

dream trip: Hawaii 

favourite food: This very specific burrito I got at a family restaurant just off the SDSU campus (It’s called Trujillos)

nationality: American? Is that an answer

favourite song: Cowboy Take Me Away by the Dixie Chicks

last book i read: Currently reading Twist and Shout again and also The Brothers Karamazov by Doestyevsky (idk how to spell it)

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: High School Musical (I wanna sing all the time!), Outlander (ok realistically no way but the men? Yes), and obviously Harry Potter 

tags @snoopdogg-with-a-blog

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Sidney had taken the chance to read her father's files when the fight started, and her careful attention shifted. To be fair, it wasn't much of a fight, because everyone knew dad would win, but her sister still put some resistance, which was why Sidney loved her so much. Sometimes it looked like she could almost win. Of course, that didn't last long.

_He's a brute and an arrogant idiot. I don't want to spend more time with him than strictly necessary -Carly yelled, with her body squared for battle.

_You've already ashamed me enough by rejecting to be an alchemist and choosing to live like an irresponsible teenager. He's invited you, and his father is one of the most important alchemists in the world; -their father's words, as always, didn't give a chance to answer- you'll be charmant and he'll have a good time, and that's it.

At that point, Carly looked at her mother for help. Sidney knew it was vain hope, but she looked at her as well. Their mom was as pretty as Carly, but she looked more tired than the older sister ever had.

_Why don't we compromise? Carly goes to a date with the boy, but if she doesn't like it she doesn't have to repeat.

At that, both looked at her with a fury that was common. Sidney knew they would scream again so she took her dad's files and left the room. She knew she shouldn't read them, but she was curious about her future job, even if her father punished her later.

The fight finished with Carly running up the stairs crying, followed by a bang and her mother's sigh.

A few days later Sidney saw Carly get dressed with teary eyes while she searched for something to say that would make her sister feel better.

_ It's only a date. You won't have to go out with him again if you dont like it.

Carly huffed. Both of them hated that guy, Keith. He had spent the summer with them it had been a nightmare. The way he walked, like he owned the very floor he stepped on. How he looked at them, like they were innocent children and he was a wise adult, even when he was Carly's age. And that stupid wink that made Sidney want to hit him in the face with the thickest dictionary she could find. The chances of a second date were slim.

_It doesn't matter. If i say I don't want to see him again dad will make life impossible for me until he finds a new young alchemist to pressure me with. I can't wait to go to collegue and get the hell out of here.

_Dad knows? -Sidney loved her sister, but even though she liked studying for alchemist, she sometimes envied the freedom Carly had. She envied a lot of things from Carly, like how beautiful she was, or how delicate, or how the boys always looked at her with dreamy eyes. But she loved her over all of it, because she always stood up to dad when Sidney was terrified of even talking.

_ No need. Mom knows and she promised she wouldnt tell. And i got a good scholarship, so i don't need much money. Just a few more months... -Carly finished buttoning up her dress and twirled, looking like a magazine star. At first, she had wanted to wear jeans and a tshirt, but dad's look had made her reconsider.

_I'll miss you -Sidney's voice sounded offly quiet, so much her sister turned around and hugged her. They didn't hug much at home, but it was nice.

_I'll come visit all the time, and maybe you'll come visit at some point! I have to go, it's almost time and if I'm late dad will try to get me in a second date or something -and with a toll of eyes, she left.

..............

Sidney woke up to the sound of screams in the living room. She looked at the clock and saw it was well oast midnight. Seconds later, her sister came in banging the door and got in the bathroom without even looking at her.

Sidney got up quietly and knocked on the door, asking her sister if she needed something. She got no answer, and after trying again twice she opened the door softly, and gasped.

Carly was sitting in the shower, which was on, totally dressed. Her perfect makeup was messed up and her pretty hair barely retained the elegant bun she had had a few hours ago.

_What happened? -Sidney barely recognised her own voice.

_No...thing. Go to bed...Sidney-she could barely understand her sister with the constant crying, but she turned off the shower and brought her a towel.

_No! I... I have to clean it! -Carly screamed, turning it on again and rubbing herself with a sponge all over.

_You just need to wash your face but that can wait until tomorrow -Sidney started helping her sister get undressed, not sure about what was going on. Dad would be so mad about the dress, it was a Christmas present.

That's when she saw the bruises.

Her sister's tan skin was covered in bruises in some parts, like her hips or her thighs. It looked painful and Sidney had no idea where those came from, but her sister seemed to cry even harder when she saw them.

_You don't understand, Sidney. He... he... -Carly didn't try to talk again after that, too impacted to say anything. Sidney didn't fully understand what was going on but she could tell it was horrible.

It took Sidney half an hour to get her undressed and in bed, and another half an hour to get her calm. Luckily, her parents were already asleep because there were no other sounds in the house.

_He took me to a restaurant. I said i had never drunk alcohol, but he ordered wine anyway and promised me I'd like it. I didnt want him to tell dad I had been rude, so i took some -her voice was even quieter than Sidney's, who laid by her side absolutely quiet and listening.

_Is Dad mad about the alcohol? -she tried to guess, confused. But that wouldn't explaim the bruises... maybe they had an accident in the car?

_No... no he's mad because I said I dont want to see him ever again. And because my make up is ruined and he said there was no way I'd catch a man if i ended dates crying.

Many times Sidney disliked her dad, but there were some times she really, really hated him.

_But why are you crying?

_Oh, Sidney... you dont... you dont understand... he took me to another place later, in the middle of nowhere. I wanted to go outside and walk but he said it was too cold. I was really tired and a little dizzy with the wine so I agreed. And then he... he started kissing me.. and i tried to push him away but he was so strong... -after that Carly cried so much there was no way of getting more information of her.

But it was no needed. Sidney knew what sex was, their mom had talked a lot about sex and consent and consequences with them. Bruises made sense now. Keith had...Sidney felt the bile rise inside her as her sister screamed of shame and pain against the pillow.

Out if nowhere, a wave of rage filled Sidney filling her body. He, that idiot with that stupid wink and that arrogant smile, had hurt her sister, her beautiful, delicate, intelligent and sweet sister. How dared him. How dared him even think about hurting Carly like that. They were alchemists, saviors of the humankind that worked to help the human race and protect them. What he'd done was... but there would be consequences.

_We'll tell Dad. If he knows what happened, he'll make sure Keith gets punished. You're Carly Sage. Your father is one of the most famous alchemists in the world. There's no way dad will let anyone do that to you and walk away -Sidney gritted her teeth just thinking of it. How could he? For once, their father's rage would be good for something.

_I'll never tell dad, or mom for what matters.

_What? Why, for the love of...

_Because he wouldn't believe me, Sid. Dad loves Keith, more than us anyway. He's always wanted a son and Keith is everything he could want. He will never admit it and dad will always believe the perfect boy over us. Besides, imagine what he'd say about me now-her sister sounded... deflated. She looked so tired she almost looked like their mother. She trembled when she said his name, but she didn't look totally alive.

Sidney wanted to scream, because she knew her sister was right. Even if they convinced her dad, which was almost impossible, Carly was no longer a virgin. Dad would lose gus mind and acuse her of ashaming the family name, even if it had been against her will.

_But we have to tell someone! Mom will...

_Mom will tell us to tell Dad, because he fixes everything apparently. She can't help us because she's not an alchemist, Sidney. Look, it doesn't matter, okay? All I want is to sleep and forget today happened.

She closed her eyes and finnally succumbed, the crying had worn her down so much she didn't move in the whole night.

But Sidney didn't sleep, too filled with rage and hurt for her poor sister to do so. Instead, she thought. She searched through her brain over and over from a thousand different angles until she found a way. A way to get justice. Or, as her favourite authors would call it, vengeance. She had a plan.

............

Two weeks later, she stood before Abrahan Mazur in a very luxurious looking club at 11 am. Getting her father's office key, checking the archives and finding what she had read a few months ago took a lot of effort, but going to the library and then scaping to take a bus to the city? Every step Sidney took, part of her expected her father to appear out of nowhere.

The club had seemed closed, but the documents said he would be inside already, even if there was still some sunlight, handling his "businesses". Sidney had wanted to turn around and leave, but whenever she thought of Keith's wink and her sister cries her determination grew stronger.

_Well, I've got to admit I'm surprised. A young alchemist was the last thing I expected when I got up today -Zmey smiled with a ladine expression while he looked at her. His fangs made Sidney tremble and every single piece of information she knew about Moroi appeared in her mind frantically.

They drink blood.

They aren't alive.

They can control your mind.

They want to condemn you.

They aren't human.

But Sidney was smart. She had considered all possibilities, and this was the only way. Human police could do nothing agaisnt alchemists, and alchemists would not lay a finger on Keith. So she had to seek help from someone who didn't fear Alchemists.

_How did you know I...? -she had covered her mark with her sister's make up before coming as precaution.

_Oh, please. I can smell one of you from the other side of the road Ms...

_Sage. Sidney Sage -if he already knew what she was, hiding her name had no sense.

_Perhaps related to the famous alchemist?

_He's... my father -and he would kill me if he saw me now.

_Well, now that's a surprise. What could I possibly do for you, Sidney? I doubt your influential father needs something from me, and if he did he wouldn't send ymhis beloved daughter, I'm sure.

_I've heard you... do favours. In exchange for things -very loquacious, Sidney. Zmey seemed to think the same thing, but didn't express it out loud. Just smiled with those horrid fangs again.

_That's true, but I'm not sure what kind of thing I could do for you.

This is it.

_I want you to punish someone.

The guardians of Zmey Mazur, who had been still like sculptures until that moment, suddenly looked at her, surprised. Even Mazur seemed a little baffled, which made Sidney feel safer for some reason. But Mazur composed himself quickly.

_Punish? I guess you dont mean telling off someone?

_No, not like that. He's done something horrible, and he's got to pay -she could hear her own voice get lower with rage, and could see Mazur getting more and more interested with every word.

_I thought you alchemists had your own justice system -Mazur arched his brow, crossing his hands on the table. Sidney swallowed and tried to keep calm as her feelings tried to jump out.

_My... people can't handle it. The crime can't be proven and even if it could, the person I'm talking about belongs to a very important alchemist family. You must know, you'd anger very dangerous people.

The elegant vampire laughed at that.

_No one's more dangerous than I am, Ms Sage. And I'm not scared of a few god-fearing humans. Is this person's family more important than yours?

-Yes, that's why I need to hire you. I cant pay you right away but as soon as I'm off age I can...

_I have enough money, I got no interest in more, specially if you can give me something else. Depends on how bad his crime was.

_What... do you want then? And what he did is... not important.

_It is important, there are a thousand ways I could punish him. Think about it, you'll only have one chance.

Sidney thought about it. Whenever she'd planned this, she hadn't thought of something specific, she just wanted him to pay, to be sorry, to...

_I want him to suffer. Every day of his life, I want him to see himself in the mirror and feel as horrid as he is. I want him so destroyed he can never harm another person again without thinking about the possible repercussions. And I want him to never feel confident enough to hurt someone again- Silent followed her. She had known she was angry, but the extent of her anger scared her a little. She discovered, with a little worry, that she was sorry she couldn't hurt him herself like she had just said-. His name is Keith Darnell.

Mazur stayed quiet for some minutes before smiling again.

_I know the Darnell family. I think I can do this for you, if you do something for me in exchange.

Sidney expected to pay money, which her family had, not to do something for her. But she couldnt back down now, and even if she could, she wouldn't. Carly deserved it, she was worth it.

_What?

_Oh, not yet. You see, I prefer to keep favours in case I ever need them, and when time comes I'll ask you to do something for me, and you'll accept-Mazurs smile shone again, giving her chills-no matter what it is. Deal?

Mazur outstretched his hand, waiting.

She didnt want to, she couldn't do it. She wasn't brave and she never went against the rules. If her dqther found out... There's no way-

_Deal.

She said it. And as she shook Mazur's hand, she knew exactly what a deal with the Devil felt like.

.........

Sidney waited days. Then weeks. She thought Mazur had been joking, that he wasn't going to risk it for the possibility of getting a favour from her. She had started fearing not having alternative solutions by the time that phone call happened.

They were in the kitchen again, eating dinner quietly. Carly had finally left her bedroom and Zoe was happily playing with her food when the phone rang. Her father, of course, picked it up.

His face suddenly turned white, followed by an angry red Sidney knew well. Part of Sidney's mind sang: he knows what you did, he knows you talked to Mazur... but when his father turned around, he didn't look at Sidney, she looked at all of them.

_Its Keith... he's... he's been attacked by strigoi.

Sidney's mom silenced a scream with her hands and immediately took Zoe as if to protect her. Carly just paled as much as her father, and closed her eyes. Sidney felt like everyone was watching her as she tried to sound surprised.

_What? What's happened? -she really hoped her voice didn't sound as plastic as she heard it.

Her father turned to look at her a few seconds, but hopefully he was too astounded to realise she was trembling.

_I can't... I knew they were cruel but this... it's... he's just a young man, it was totally.... they didn't even drain him of blood...

_Dad, what happened? -Sidney knew insisting was not the best way to seem innocent, but she needed to know, needed ro make sure he had paid. She found herself feeling excited about knowing how had he paid.

_His... eye. They cut... his eye... out. He's lost his eye. The poor boy... Of course, the alchemists will give him a new glass one but...

Sidney's mom screamed again and started crying, covering Zoe's ears. Carly left running and, by the sounds of it, puking in the nearest bathroom. Sidney got up from the table and went upstairs, not even needing to fake shock.

His eye. Abraham Mazur took Keith's eye out. She immediately thought of Keith's damn wink and how handsome everyone said he was. They wouldn't think the same thing again. Sidney shot out a laugh.

She covered her mouth, looking around to check no one had heard her. She felt like a terrible person, at least for a few seconds. But she couldn't help it. She had to lock herself in a bathroom and turn the shower on because she just couldn't stop laughing. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to stop the laugher coming from inside her.

His eye. His eye was gone. He'd never wink again, and whenever he saw himself in a mirror, he'd remember the pain and the fear. Sidney kept laughing until the tears overpowered her, and then she stopped and thought she'd do whatever Mazur asked of her. Anything.

#by me #sidney sage #keith darnell #abraham mazur #i said id do it and i did it #alchemists #vampire academy #va #zmey

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thank you for the tag Alina @plantpages <3

Rules: Answer 17 questions about yourself, then tag 17 people.

Nickname: just Em lol Zodiac sign: Aquarius Height: 158cm apparently Hogwarts House: I’ve just about accepted the fact I’m a Slytherin. I think 😅 Last Thing I Googled: grocery delivery Song Stuck in My Head: Tango Maureen from RENT Following and Followers: Follow 232, followed by 2041 💖 Amount of Sleep I Get: about 10 hours Lucky Number(s): 11 Dream Job: pay me to read please Wearing: pyjama pants and a Nightmare Before Christmas tshirt Favourite Songs: Asleep by Emily Browning, Blood by The Middle East, Guiltless by dodie Instruments: none lol Random Facts: I poked myself in the eye yesterday, it’s not been fun but it has broken the social distancing monotony a little lol Aesthetic: soft pyjamas, sky blue and grass green, towering bookshelves, cat fur on clothes

I’ll just leave this an open tag so anyone who’s bored can join in :)

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