So The Feeling Of Finding Youre Friends Tumblr Is Great But Once You Message Them That Feeling Gets Shat

so the feeling of finding you’re friend’s tumblr is great but once you message them that feeling gets shat out your ass because paranoia consumes you and makes you think it’s someone else

i can’t insert myself in reader stuff bc i’m too ugly lmao it makes it even more unbelievable

Good morning...

Waking up early was always a struggle. You never seemed to rise with the sun, despite how soon you had gone to bed the night before. Rather, you'd typically wake to the slow chill overtaking the once warm cocoon you had surrounded yourself in; The morning light no longer kissing your figure, not even a trace of warmth left on the empty space beside you.

Other times, you might wake to any number of energetic dolls scrambling onto the bed and into your slumbering embrace. Their joints pinching and pulling your skin in their mad dash to you.

But today was different, because when you sluggishly cracked your eyes open dawn hadn't quite broken. The birds weren't chirping yet and there was no pattering of feet hurrying to your door.

There was, however, an arm thrown delicately around your waist.

You smiled happily, humming as you grabbed the hand cradling you in a possessive hold. "Hello, my love." You whispered, kissing each fingertip softly.

It was incredibly rare for you to wake up before the Lady of the house. A workaholic through and through, she went to bed late and woke early.

Taking care not to wake her, you turned to face her.

There was always something breathtaking about seeing your lover without her ever present veil on. Maybe it was her alabaster skin, soft to the touch with only a long, jagged scar pinking her skin and splitting her brow. Or maybe it was the way those same brows relaxed from their constantly worried furrow, unashamed to be bared in front of you. Possibly, it could be, the slight twitch of her nose or even her parted cupid's bow.

You love her, your mind whispered.

Cupping her cheek gently, you rested your forehead against her own.

Maybe you don't wake up to her every morning, true, but you love her all the same.

"I love you," You promised, letting sleep overtake you once more.

It was a good morning.

please fucking do, i've been waiting so long

apparently everyone was getting lesbian vibes from astrid/rachel but there’s no fandom for it, and no fanfic so if i have to be the one who sews 52 raincoats together and call it a life-raft so be fucking it

Yours is the best name ever, just wanted to tell you

thanks, cyndaquil’s my favorite!

Guess insecurities can be passed down, who knew? You and Angie have a chat.

"I want to be real," Angie stated suddenly.

"What?" You asked in confusion, looking up from their book.

"I want to be real," She repeated more firmly.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be real like him," Pointing towards the animated puppet on the screen. "He got to be real, why can't I?"

Putting their book down, You questioned back. "What makes you think you aren't?"

Gesturing towards themselves sharply, Angie angrily exclaimed. "Look at me, I'm --this,"

"I don't see anything wrong with 'this'," You regarded the sentient doll carefully. "Now, would you mind telling me what this is really about?"

Suddenly quiet, Angie whispered sadly. "I just want to be like the others. Tall lady's daughters are like me but they're human looking. They can go out and not be stared at like a giant freak of nature. I just want to be looked at like I'm normal. Like I'm human."

"Angie, look at me." You spoke, "Skin and bones, they're just add-ons. It doesn't matter if your flesh is smooth porcelain or sanded wood. A heart doesn't need to be beating to exist. You're as real as any one of us! You're real to me and you're real to Donna, shouldn't that be enough?"

"You don't think I'm just some creepy doll?"

"Of course not, you're more than that. You were there for Donna when no one could reach her, you were her first friend and you're her closest confidant!"

Angie chuckled weakly, "I am pretty great, aren't I?"

Pulling the doll into a hug, You replied softly. "No doubt about it."