That’s quite the side-eye, Jack.
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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we're not kids anymore.

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That’s quite the side-eye, Jack.
14x14/Ouroboros
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Jughead should even be groaning in pain. Sweet Pea literally took the whole weight of Fangs when he caught him.
Just started watching The Umbrella Acadamy and I love it. I love Klaus. He is adorable!
The Way Through the Forest, Chapter One
“Kenzie?”
The girl squished her teddy, a cinnamon brown bear with a scarlet ribbon around its neck. Its green button eyes were shiny in the waning light of the sunset.
“Kenzie Lex?”
The girl now straightened her blanket, which was laid out under her, not paying attention to the voice calling her. Her blanket was a soft blue, like the sky when there was a thin layer of clouds. Her eyes didn’t tear away from the greenery from behind the porch.
“Kenzie, it’s time for dinner. Come inside, honey.”
Finally, the girl looked up, her fawn brown hair hanging in her eyes. Her face was round and sweet, but there was no smile. “… They haven’t come back yet,” She said, quiet.
Her caretaker, Aava, sighed and picked the girl up. Even at eight years old, she wasn’t very heavy. “Kenzie, let’s go have dinner. You won’t miss anything just staring at the Forest, you know.”
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Fairytale Wedding
My sister and I… were very different people.
I had what I call ‘giraffe proportions’, gangly, tall. Amy was average height with the whole hourglass figure. I was a social recluse, she was a social butterfly. I’m an asexual lesbian and she told me quite often during our teen years that I was a freak and could never be loved.
Then three years ago she calls me out of the blue to invite me to her wedding.
I’d moved across the country, had a decent living working as a freelance photographer and had just begun to shake off my insecurities when I got the phone call. She’d had been dating her highschool sweetheart on and off again since graduation and he finally got the balls to pop the question. After apologizing for our relationship going dead since I went to California, she offered to fly me back home and even to cover the cost of the hotel room.
I chose to bury the hatchet and asked for the dates.
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Our Pet Monster
TW: Mentions of Pedophilia
When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.
I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.
And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.
I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.
Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.
There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.
But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.
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I love this story so much!
Mismatched
I have heterochromia.
My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-
“His eyes are so beautiful!”
“Wow, they’re different colors!”
“How stunning!”
I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.
But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.
The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.
I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.
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The Walls Sweat
I think I need to move again.
The doctor called it agoraphobia. I call it a rational reaction after being stalked for two years by an ex boyfriend. The moment he was finally jailed, I picked up everything and got out of there. Mom said I could move in with her, but I didn’t want her to see what I’d become.
The new apartment was across the state, cheap, and had plenty of delivery services. Once I entered that building, I resolved the closest I’d get to leaving it was to get the mail every other day. I worked from home, freelance writing. Unpredictable, at best, but I’d managed to get it to work for me.
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Rb if you’re grateful for all of your followers
even if you have 1
Even if you have 10
100
1000
Etc.
YESSS I LOVE ALL U AMAZING FUCKERS SO MUCH
YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! I hope y'all know that! ✨💛
I care about every single one of you, stay awesome 💜
You guys are the best! Love you all.😍
i love all of you guys, you’re amazing
Sweet Pea: It’s not gay if I want to date Fangs but as bros, right?
Moose: I’m not an expert, but that sounds pretty gay.
Kevin, eating chips: I’m an expert. That’s gay.
I attempted to draw Maze. I know it's not that good. What do y'all think?
❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗
I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)
THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE
☆ Reblogging the version not invaded by pedophiles/pedophile apologists ☆
Lets fucking roast this shit out of em guys!
Just gonna say this again.
DO NOT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM INTERACT WITH THEM. JUST BLOCK/REPORT.
# REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE!!!!
Keep away from these people. If you receive a message, don’t talk to them, don’t insult them, just block them and report. #KEEPMINORSSAFE
Stay safe, guys!
IMPORTANT!!
..jesus
Reblog plz
Reblog!
Happy New Year!!! I started the year by watching Camp Rock! How did you?
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
Reblogging this because it blessed my dash and hopefully it will bless my new year.
Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.
why is it that not more than 1/20 of Tumblr haven’t reblogged this
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Wow, I just realized that if someone looked at my browser history, they would think I was a murder. I swear I'm just a writer.
I really need to stop procrastinating and finish this fanfiction...