Guess Insecurities Can Be Passed Down, Who Knew? You And Angie Have A Chat.

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."

guys i swear to god i almost fucking died

i got a notification from my instagram saying someone had requested to follow me and i was like ‘cool, i dont post anything but let’s look ‘em up’

but when i actually registered the name my heart dropped and i stopped breathing

my celebrity crush had requested to follow me

someone who had a shit ton of followers, but wasn’t following anyone had requested to follow me

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS

literally my first thought was ‘my life is not a fanfiction. this isnt happening, it’s not real, this isnt real, fuck it better not be real’

but then i thought ‘what if this is real? what am i gonna do? im not pretty enough for this, shit what if they expect an actual conversation?! i’m not good at those! fuck it, im ignoring it. shit maybe i should block them?’

i didnt know what to do, i had to call in an expert

cue in my best friend who had as much experience in this as myself, meaning none

she was no help, i never mentioned my celebrity crush by name, i only gushed about them

during my talk with her i came to a decision

i had to delete instragram

i had to say goodbye to my cat memes, my dog memes, my funny comics and my 9 followers

it was time to say goodbye old friend

 so as my last farewell i went to their page to reflect on my decision one more time

and lo and behold

it was a motherfucking fan page or something dedicated to the group

i had never felt so goddamn relieved in my entire life

so has it already been question how chloe sounds in bed? because her nodes affected her singing voice so she can't reach higher notes but she can reach deep ones like, as she's in the moment with someone does her moan suddenly go really masculine and deep or what?

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.

y'know what fanart of wenclair we should see? the whole "someone will die" "of fun" trope but have enid being pissed off and about to transform with wednesday in the background with a stoic smirk and her own weapons, ready for the carnage

do you guys also imagine the grinch taking mommy and me classes with bean and buster and making friends with the other moms