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[after-witch]

Working a Smiling Man Horrorfest request to finish up for tomorrow, and rereading bits of Empty Smiles at the same time, and

I just--

I just want him to wink at me before doing something terrible. and to make thinly veiled jokes to my oblivious self, jokes that I don’t understand but which have the implications of some bad-end for me afterwards that cracks him up. And for his laughter to be rich and beautiful and terrifying.

this bit from Empty Smiles 

She searched again, but she didn’t find anything. No clues. Just people who couldn’t see her, the rides, the games, and sometimes the smiling man. Sometimes, during the day, he’d talk to her. Or she’d see him talking to people in the crowd. When she crept close enough to hear, he was always being charming. Joking. Laughing. She wondered if anyone but her saw through his jokes, or was afraid of his laughter.

I sigh, I swoon, etc.

[five-rivers]

So, I get why bashing/discrediting the whole 'not like other girls' mind set is so popular, I do, but at the same time I sort of feel like it's another way to blame and make fun of socially awkward, neurodivergent, and bullied girls for their negative experiences by claiming that it's all internalized misogyny, rather than, you know, acknowledging any of the other problems that could be occurring. But that's just me.

[chiibinomonodamon]

Reg, the precious bby robot boy :3

[storyandcookieshunter]

Devil’s Lover Incarnation

“Oh, dear. How I’ve been longing to see you again.”

“Why... Why a devil like you would be hunting me down? I don’t know you, have done nothing wrong to you. What do you want from me?”

“Well, darling... You’ll remember in time.”

[vkenoa]

Changing the description of my gender into gender-fluid from genderflux because I can’t find any merch with the colors of genderflux pride flag and I’ve already have one gender-fluid sticker

[innermonolougr]

Me @ the universe: HOW THE HECK DO PEOPLE TALK TO EACH OTHER AND NOT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST.

Universe @ me: You’ll never know the secret.

[quintetdays]

There was a sort of freedom that accompanied coming to peace with loving a bit of everyone at once, of loving pieces of people without feeling terrible. It felt like weightless breaths in quiet nights and warm wings from within ribs and kind nameless embraces. It was remembering what being right felt like after so long of feeling wrong. And one of the best feelings is feeling right again // k.t.