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god bless the woman that chases nobody, needs no validation & minds her own.

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i want to play yandere!james/tate/kai in a role-play! anyone up for it? i want new partners! <3 

@ravenseas, @slightlyvicked, @saracons87, @janalikestorp, @rp-witchy (p.s.: tagging the only accounts in this fandom i know! if you know anyone, send them to me, pretty please)

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James watched them through the shadows. He knew everything that happened behind the walls he built, the tormented voices whispered in his ear. At first, he thought he would go crazy with them. But at the end, they turned out soothing. He wasn’t alone, he still existed. 

And when his eyes fell on that poor thing in the lobby, it hit home. Someone who was desparate, misunderstood, judged by society as if her story never mattered. James could feel himself in her. From the greasy roots of her hair, to the very tip of her mistreated toes. He had to intervene. 

“Iris, what is the meaning of this?” He asked, danger beneath his voice. Iris shivered and lowered her head, visibly shaken up. She feared James. “Could you explain what is the meaning of your unsavory words to this young lady?”

“She is just another homeless seeking free shelter on purge nights. I don’t want her getting the new sheets dirty.”

“And your son was nothing but a junky. Or did this little piece of information bounced out of that empty head of yours, my dear? If I hear you insulting my personal guest again, I will guarantee you stay silent forever...Or screaming through the rest of your existence.” She gulped and nodded her head. James turned to Harley. “I am sorry for the incovenience, dear. You are invited to stay for as much time as you need. I believe you are starving and cold. Could I bring you to my suite? I have no second intentions in mind, do not fear. I shall take care of you.” 

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harley swain x james march

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The streets were filled with chaos. Houses were locked and not a single stored dared to open. People in masks and weapons walked around, thirty for blood...Eager for the clock to stop at midnight.

Purge hour...

A woman in torn rags and shaky limbs dragged herself through the entrance of the hotel Cortez, visibly out of it, sick, dirty. She looked like death. A slow, disgusting and agonizing death.

The old, grumpy woman behind the front desk immediately tried to kick her out, screaming out profanities towards her. "There's no place for junkies here. We have just changed the carpets. Go vomit somewhere cheap."

Harley felt like less than a human being, more like a freak. One day, she heard from another homeless man that the worst wasn't the hunger, or cold, not even the fear of living in the streets. It was being treated like less than a human, like a filthy creature, as if you were invisible. Your existence didn't matter in the eyes of society.

Maybe this woman was right. Death would be a better option. At least, all of that pain would stop. Who knows what the afterlife reserves for people like her?

"I'm sorry..." She sniffled quietly and rubbed her nose to prevent anything from spilling. "But please...Please, don't talk to me like that...I'm a person...I'm a person just like you..."

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anxiety or something

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American Horror Story: Cult. Season 7. Episode 8. Winter of Our Discontent. 

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😍😍😍😍😍😍

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Evan Peters is a king of sorrow.

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anime_irl

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American Horror Story: Hotel  |   8x06 - “Room 33”