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oh, it’s nothing. just bending the laws of the universe despite MY MOTHER’S FORBIDDANCE.

#this is where i am now~~ <3 #✧ ┊ ❝ what did i just do?? ( self promo )

I'll make a proper promo when I get home, but hi I moved! it's the same url, so @mutedmascot!

#i'm finally off a sideblog yassss #i mean i do still have another....but this one is off #✧ ┊ ❝ what did i just do?? ( self promo )

okay, i have some time to be online, so a few things:

i'm going to go ahead and switch this blog over to its new location! (i’ll post the new link once it’s done, but same url)

once i’ve switched urls, i’m going to go through this blog’s followers and follow from there

i’m going to go through my tag, unlike everything from here, and re-like them from there (because relevance) so be prepared for possible spam, depending on how much you’ve tagged me in things

i plan to continue all of my threads over there, so i’ll put them all in my drafts there and post them when they’re done!

i’m going to gradually be queuing non-replies that have been posted on this blog (gif sets, aesthetic things, musings, memes, etc) to move them from here to there, then delete them from here once i know they’ve been posted there. eventually, all that will be left here are ic things, headcanons, etc.

i still need to re-link everything in my new navigation page (because i changed up some tags), add the new verses, repost the promo (i’m just going to use the same one i made for here until i make a new one), and make sure the theme works for different people (because it’s being weird for me idk)

as far as the inbox things i have unanswered here, i’ll probably make a poll to decide what to do with those??

i might think of other things that need to be done, so i’ll update this if it comes to that

#✧ ┊ ❝ i gotta go lie down. ( ooc )#this is honestly the easiest blog switch for some reason and idek why #probably because the new blog was already made #probably bc it's for a canon #if that has anything to do with it #who even knows #but anyway i'm feeling chill about this so let's get some moving done

good morning sunshine (that's you). i am awake, but i have things to do to get ready for tonight (stepdad’s birthday + game of thrones) so i'll be spotty until i'm online for real. so i'll see yall later! xoxo

#i really want to send in memes to everyone #but i'm going to wait until i can send them from jane off anon #so once i'm move to the new account that will happen #but for now i have to actually get out of bed good morning #✧ ┊ ❝ i gotta go lie down. ( ooc )

vnting

me @ myself: what the fuck happened to you

#✧ ┊ ❝ a few too many bedtime stories. ( thoughts )#OOPS

magicgodmother:

Jane hated how easy a crier she was. She had never been a crybaby per se (though two entire tear-stained pages of her secret diary were dedicated to scrawling the word over and over and over and over until both pages were full of that word alone — crybaby crybaby crybaby crybaby — with not an empty space left), but she had always been so sensitive. She hated it. But she would not cry now. She would force herself not to, no matter what. After all of her weaknesses had been discovered and read, she wasn't going to put yet another on display. Don't cry. Don't you dare.

“No, Mom, it's not—— You weren't supposed to see that, but it's not you” Though truthfully, some tiny part of Jane was a little hurt that after all that reading, that's all her mother had gotten out of it. After reading in continuous detail about how her daughter downright hated herself, that's all she had to say? and she wondered why Jane had stopped trying to talk to her. It felt like she only heard, but never really listened. Jane could burst with the thought of it all, but she would not cry. Finally, with a deep breath, she swallowed all of her cowardice and spoke. If her mother really wanted to know, she would know. There was no use hiding it now. “I'm the problem, okay? I'm the one who's not good enough. I've never been and I'll probably never be and——”

Another deep exhale. Her voice calmed but still held that hint of wavering. “Did you look at the dates? The first entry . . .” If her mother looked now, she would see the first page dated January twenty-seventh of this year. Jane's latest birthday. She had received that very book as a present from a friend, as she did every year. And every year, she filled each book to the brim with her confessions. This diary was one of three, and not the first. The other two were hidden safely in a shoebox far underneath her bed, which she went to retrieve. Jane slid the box out and took out the very first diary. Beneath the light wear of the years, the design was age appropriate for a twelve-year-old, reflecting the age she was when it had been gifted to her. She held it to her chest as she stood there, apprehensively locked in place. “I wish I could say it only started then, but . . .”

#magicgodmother #ask and ye shall receive ;)))#and ye shall deliver in return apparently OW #but she's not even holding back now #all the secrets are out so she's just 'okay fine you really want to know' about it #self hate cw #negativity cw #✧ ┊ ❝ interactions !#verse tbd.

+ harriethaak

“so your friends never said anything either? good. that's good. i-i mean, that's still bad because it's still happening to you, but . . .” oh, that had come out totally wrong.

“trust me, i've known ben my whole life” through association, but they'd still grown up together despite technicalities. “he's not the kind of person who would ignore something like this just because she doesn't like you. he knows what's important.”

oh! jane was thrilled to hear that harriet would let her talk to her mom about this. harriet was one step closer to getting rid of this problem. jane imagined the culprit would be suspended for their actions, but that was a decision for the headmistress to decide. “absolutely! i'll tell her immediately, don't worry.” and as soon as she left here, that's where she would go. that's what she would do. “no, it's okay. you have a right to feel that way. but, um. is there anything i can do in the meantime?”

#harriethaak #✧ ┊ ❝ interactions !#✧ —— ❝ grounded big time. ┊ ( verse: post movie one )

i only got one thing done here today because i was setting up the new blog and it’s ready, but i can’t move into officially until sunday! but i’m honestly kind of looking forward to not being on a sideblog anymore?? after this, marlin will be my only sideblog and tbh having him on one doesn’t really bother me. but i digress. sunday! moving day! (and all thread activity will continue as normal, just as a note to those i currently have threads with!)

#✧ ┊ ❝ i gotta go lie down. ( ooc )#i still need to change relink everything in the nav page #and the bg is a super wip #but other than that it's done???#like i've even dropped tags and reblogged a few things and everything #but anyway!! i have to go home now! so i'll see yall sunday

Jane wished she knew how to disappear. She could just poof and vanish, just like that. Where she’d go, she didn’t know. But anywhere would be better than here. Here, halted dead in her tracks in the doorway at the sight of her mother sitting on Jane’s bed, holding the one thing she shouldn’t have seen. Jane felt her face blanch completely at the realization of what it was. Oh no. Oh, no no no. She could pray all she wanted for the book in her mother’s hands to be any other book in the world, but it wouldn’t change a thing. Fairy Godmother had found Jane’s diary.

There were no casual slices of her daily life written in it as would be expected, no details of her perfect or good or decent day. That was all in her other diary. The one she never worried about hiding because there was nothing in it worth hiding. This one, however, was the outlet Jane used to spill her innermost thoughts and worries and insecurities, page upon page upon page. All of her deepest and darkest secrets, right there for the reading, with nothing more than a ribbon to fasten it shut. She thought she’d hidden it between her mattresses, as she always did, but it had been found one way or another.

She wasn’t as upset about the discovery as she was her mother’s reaction to reading the book’s contents. And judging by the way the air hung in the room, it had indeed been read. What all had she seen? The entries about how invisible Jane felt, how much it seemed her mother valued her godsister over her, how Jane admitted (more than once) that nothing would be different had she never been born? Knots had formed from her stomach to her throat, making her nauseous and unable to find her breath. Oh no.

“Mom . . .” she started, but what was she supposed to say? What could she say? “It’s . . . i-it’s not what you think.” Excellent choice of words, just excellent.

@magicgodmother wanted pain