Hi! My name is Mae. I’m 20 years old, autistic and Irish 🇮🇪. I use She/They pronouns, and I’m questioning and ace. I’m also a doll collector and a fan fiction writer.
I collect Rainbow High, Monster High G3 and Barbie dolls (mainly).
My AO3 account is MaeMonarch28 (locked to non-Archive accounts). Feel free to read my stories! I’m currently working on a Rainbow High Swap AU/Partial Rewrite series called Rainbows Tinted Pink. I also have a few more RH/SH and Ever After High stories in the works too!
The wand of my Glinda Funko is broken. Blue dress Glinda. Clean in half, right at the top of her hand.
I was a bit upset that I hadn’t noticed it, and that now I can’t find the broken half to fix it.
Part of me wants to get a new, perfect Funko, and customise the broken one in some way. Part of me wants to leave her as she is.
And part of me is wondering how Glinda would react to her broken wand, how it would affect at different parts of her journey as Glinda the Good.
What if it broke at the opening of the Yellow Brock Road? The unrest of Nessarose’s rule over the Munchkinlanders, culminating in the realisation that Oz’s Good Witch is no witch at all.
What if it broke during her fight with Elphaba? First she loses the man she thought loved her, her best friend, and now the wand. To her, it feels like a physical representation of her crumbling dreams and insecure place in the world
What if it broke as she was going inside after seeing Boq? It slips from her hands, and cracks against the floor as she closes the glass doors, just as she catches sight of herself, in that dress, with that crown, feeling so far away from that little girl, in a pink dress, with her own glass wand.
What if she took it to speak to Madame Morrible during the March of the Witch Hunters, and it shattered as she fell? The reality of the fact she really is alone and powerless in this world, just as Morrible designed.
What if it broke during her speech after Elphaba died? After the terror of the Wicked Witch, Could Oz trust her as she is.
And what if, after everything has happened and the dust is just about to settle, she breaks it on purpose? She sees herself, in her pink dress, feeling more like that young girl at Shiz than she’d felt in a long time, until she sees that wand in her hands. And she snaps. Maybe she throws it against the walls of her penthouse, or smashes it against a mirror, or slams it against a table.
After all, it’s only glass. It’s pretty, and flimsy, and oh so breakable.
My Glinda Funko’s wand is broken, and I wonder how she feels.
Tumblr added a bunch of tracking shit to share urls, so now ill teach you how to get rid of them
if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this
getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden
in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated
first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
Luna dropped her schoolbag to the floor in the hallway, and kicked off her silver sneakers with a tired yet content huff. She loved her Friday film club, that simple hour after school where she could watch, listen and discuss her most favourite thing in the world with other people. Especially when they got to do a deep dive into a horror film, a personal favourite of hers.
"Hey, I'm home!" She called to the seemingly empty house, kicking off her black high-tops. When she got no reply, she simply shrugged. Her parents had said that morning that they had to take Estelle to a doctor's appointment, so they must not be back yet, and Sunny had probably gone over to Violet's place when she'd left school an hour earlier.
So, when she trudged upstairs to change into something more comfortable for the evening, her brows furrowed, as Sunny's bright locks came into view, her twin curled into a ball on her bed, facing the wall. Luna noted a slight dampness to her sister's hair and clothes, while soft sniffles emanated from the space, as her sister's shoulders shuddered unevenly.
Luna's brows furrowed, her heart twisting in sympathy and confusion. Sunny has and would always say hello to her, Violet, their parents, even little Estelle whenever they would arrive home. Luna mused that she must be really upset, especially considering it didn't seem like she'd heard her come in either.
So what would make her feel so awful and hurt, that the rest of the world was being drowned out by her pain?
The silver-haired girl sighed, resting her forehead against the wall.
Luna loved her twin fiercely, but neither of them were the best at talking about their emotions. She began to turn around, ready to quietly slip back downstairs. Maybe she should just leave her alone for a while.
Until a heartbreakingly pained sob and sniffle made her stop dead in her tracks.
Yeah, screw that. Her sister needed someone to talk to.
But, Luna also knew that she needed to play this right, otherwise things would become worse. Sunny was an extremely positive and genuine person, with a sweet smile and kind word for everyone she spoke to. But, she would often pretend everything was fine and she was happy to cover up when she was upset, angry or sad, in the hopes that it would simply go away.
Luna quietly huffed. She wanted to help Sunny. But how?
She stared up at the ceiling for a minute or so, utterly stuck.
But only a minute later, she had her answer.
Suddenly, she felt a buzz in the pocket of her hoodie, drawing her out of her thoughts. Pulling out her phone, she saw that a friend of hers she'd met online, @onyx-designs, or Shanelle as she was actually called, had sent something. When she opened the message, she was greeted by the sight of the black-haired girl, slumped against a table, her eyes comically widened and her lips parted slightly, surrounded by textbooks and papers.
@onyx-designs: Hello this is Shanelle's parents, here to inform you that our daughter has suddenly died, due to the mind-numbingness of her utterly useless schoolwork. We hope this makes you as devastated as we are to have lost such an angel on earth
@onyx-designs: We will be accepting condolences in the form of cash and vintage Chanel
Quietly, she stifled her laughter at her joke, before sending off her reply.
@MoonlitMovies: Noooooo! Who's gonna call me a whiny little brat whenever I express an opinion now?
A few seconds later, Shanelle sent a crying-laughing face and black heart emoji back in reply.
Luna's face smiled, before her dropped, her eyes widened comically.
That's it. That's what she needed to do.
She jumped to her feet, pushed the bedroom door open, a bit too forcefully than she meant to, which suddenly startled Sunny, making her jump up from her curled up position.
"Oh! Hey Luna!" She harshly wiped her tears away, fixing her signature grin on her face, albeit a forced one. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in! How was film club? Oh, did you-"
"Sunny," Luna's firm voice cut through her ramblings. "I going to ask you something, and I want you to promise me that you will absolutely definitely tell me the truth."
"Wha- Lulu, I'm fi-"
"Promise me," she responded firmly.
Sunny sighed. She could recognise when Luna's stubbornness had taken hold of her, and didn't have the will, or the energy, to fight it.
"I promise."
"Good."
She sank down onto the sunshine-coloured duvet, taking her sister's hands. "Now, I want you to tell me how you are feeling, using emojis."
She blinked at her twin, baffled at her instruction.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but I'm just trying something out. Because I know you're upset and I'm gonna find out why," Luna's lavender eyes stared into her twin's peridots unwaveringly.
Sunny paused.
"I feel," she bit her lip and paused for a moment, before continuing. "Like, a crying face, a confused face, and a broken heart emoji, all rolled into one."
Her voice broke again, before another sob and sniffle punctuated her sentence.
"Oh, Sun," Luna sighed, her voice and face softening. She quickly wrapped her arms around her twin tightly, as Sunny began to cry and sob into her shoulder.
A few minutes later, Sunny felt a lot more able to tell her sister what happened. It turned out, some stupid boy who she'd been talking to in computer class had asked her to meet her after school that afternoon. She'd tbought he was going to ask her out. But after only a few moments, his equally stupid friends dunked a bucket of ice-cold water over her head, and as they laughed cruelly at her shocked face and shriek.
Apparently he'd said that 'he wanted to see if he could wipe that stupid permanent smile off her face,' before her poor sister ran home crying.
Neither Luna or Sunny said anything to her parents or Violet about their conversation, though she did tell them what happened later that evening.
Luna also didn't say anything when Sunny started using verbal emojis all the time to express her emotions, thoughts and feelings to everyone. Her parents dismissed it as a simple quirk or phase, and Violet saw it as Sunny just being Sunny. But Luna knew the truth. So, she just sent her a relieved and happy smile from across the room the first few times she did it, which the yellow-haired girl mirrored thankfully.
And Luna certainly didn't say anything when said stupid boy was welcomed with a silver glitter bomb exploding into his pathetic face first thing Monday morning. She did laugh, loudly, along with Sunny, Violet and everybody else in the entire school whenever he walked into classes or down the halls, looking like a human disco ball all day long.
He certainly wasn't smiling when he was still shaking sparkles out of his books weeks later.
