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you know what? imma start posting my ocs on here bc it’s a lot easier to be freely cringe & talk abt lore here then on insta

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i’m thinking abt making a new blog and moving my writing to it so i can make it a little more ✨aesthetically pleasing✨ and less “AHH IM MENTALLY ILL SPAMMY SPAMMY MEN WOMEN PEOPLE ARE HOT *disappears for a time period of a week to 3 months*”

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ppl who are newer to tumblr srs need to reblog or post stuff- it’s getting to hard to tell if someone is a bot or not bc ppl have completely clean tumblrs and usernames like hshon137 but then you scroll through their likes and it’s definitely a real person

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been having rlly bad riddler brain rot since i watched the batman movie a few weeks ago- and with that brain rots comes an unearthly amount of story ideas but i just got one that i fr think would be so cute and fun to write.

so like a mythical au type thing

where edward is like a faun (idk) who’s just completely in awe over a higher deity(who is feared- not adored and associated with bad luck, etc)- spending hours worshiping them while the other fauns around him dance and what not, getting teased for liking a deity who has such misfortune around them. one day he gets tired of it and leaves his pond in search of them. well he ends up finding them, only to be met with the beastly deity everyone says they are, demanding to know what a lowly faun was doing in their living space but when a nervous, flustered edwards mutters out that he was there for them, to worship them and to give them the praise they rightfully deserve, it clicks. he’s the one whos been giving them offerings and prayers and they kinda break down a little.

ashamed they truely are the monster everyone says they are, assuming they’ve terrorized the only being to ever see value in them, only for edward to mutter out how beautiful they are out, and continue his promises of being their loyal follower til the end of his time.

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What the past couple days have felt like

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FOR REAL IVE LITERALLY ALREADY BLOCKED 5 TODAY

i blame the twitter refugees 🙄

anyone else dealing with like an odd amount of bots?? like i’m literally getting back to back notifications of them following me and idk why! it’s getting on my nerves lmao

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anyone else dealing with like an odd amount of bots?? like i’m literally getting back to back notifications of them following me and idk why! it’s getting on my nerves lmao

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he is but a little guy, doomed to the horrors of man and blessed with the love of women

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he is but a little guy, doomed to the horrors of man and blessed with the love of women

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not enough ppl talk about the scene where pearl just wants her mama to hold her & sing to her

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okay so we got an elvis movie about his life and stuff- whatever, the movie was decent and austin butler is hot but here’s a better idea, a psychological horror film about someone slowly realizing their family member has been replaced by elvis. first it’s little things, slip ups in speech style and a new interest in flashy clothes but the thing is, you can’t just claim your sibling was replaced by a musician who died a while ago and have people believe you, so your stuck living in a house with someone who doesn’t want you to spill a secret no one would believe anyways

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my younger sisters telling our grandma about school on the phone: we started volunteering as this thing called a safety patrol, we basically have to watch the other kids and make sure they don’t play- but it’s very fun

my younger brother with a face covered in a comedic amount of ketchup from dinner: i volunteer to be a student

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my hungry ass could NOT live in an active volcano

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i recently watched the fear street movies and i hate how much i love nick goode- could you do some headcanons for yandere nick (‘94 version)? i loved the ones for young nick you did!!

of course! and thank you so much!! 🫶🏼

(and i’ve been waiting for this request 😩)

Yandere!Nick Goode Headcanons (1994) 🖤

•so you and nick have been friends so you both were kids, going to the same school, hanging out with each other all the time. all of that stuff. you two were pretty much inseparable when you both were kids and as teenagers, too.

•after the 1978 massacre, you moved out of town for a long time, not wanting to stay in and relieve it every day. and nick stayed in town, not wanting to leave the town he grew up in and wanting to protect it.

•while you were away though, he always seemed to contact you with phone calls and letters. sometimes you would answer them, but most of the time you didn’t. you never found a reason why. you just didn’t want to think about it again.

•but when you got a letter that he finally became sheriff, something he dreamed about since he was a kid, you wanted to come into town again. wanting to congratulate him on something he’s been dreaming about forever.

•once you arrived in town and went to the police station, you saw nick right away and hugged him, congratulating him on his new job and saying how you missed him. he of course hugged you back and saying he’s so happy to finally have you back. where you belong.

•as you stayed in town, living with him (which you didn’t mind since you both have been friends for so long), everything was going so smoothly for you. which you thought was odd because it was never like this when you previously lived there.

•and when you decided it was time to go back home, nick had to put a stop to that somehow. he gave you everything you ever wanted to convince you to stay. you couldn’t just leave him so soon. it was too early.

•that didn’t stop you from insisting on going back home, closer to your family. but what would happen if you had no family? nick can make that work. it would just make you upset (which he didn’t like) and would make him happier. you not leaving him and you leaning on him for comfort. it will all work out.

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diversity wins! the cannibalistic cowboy is trans!

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do not. sell my husband to one direction.