Thevoidstaredback - Cats Welcome, Humans Tolerated

This is my favorite pride image, ever

Here's my dream from last night because I need to share it:

We were running security for a museum that got a new exhibit. It was the Phantom of the Opera exhibit (because the story, apparently, is a real on).

Someone had broken into the building and we were, bit chasing him down, but we were cornering him. Anyway, we managed to get him cornered and escorted out of the building and to the police. I was convinced, though, that he wouldn't stay there for long.

Anyway, here's where it gets less fuzzy:

Everyone was upstairs, but my boss pulled me aside and said, "I need to go check downstairs and make sure everything is unchanged. But, I'm not going there alone. If I'm going into the creepy ass basement, someone's coming with me." Seeing as I was the only one around, I agreed.

Now, I believe in ghosts, so I was not happy about going down, no matter how much I love PotO.

So, we go down to the basement and B says that he's not only checking on things, but he needs to make sure everything is working. Red fucking flag right there, but I said "Okay."

We get to a room designed to be a dressing room. We're alone, I'm carrying a dagger and a knife, B has s notepad and pen and his phone.

I can't remember what he told me, but he handed me some papers of the desk with an approximation of, "This is Christine's diary. You know the show, yeah? All of the lyrics were taken from the actual account. This one should be Angel of Music."

Like an idiot, I took the papers from him and start singing Angel of Music. The room around me seems to change and suddenly, Christine is the one singing. She's sitting in her chair, writing as we're both singing. She's very pretty.

Just as we're at the last few lines, B stops me and says, "I saw something back there, will you peek around and check?"

I said sure and stood up, the spell broken. When I peaked around the corner, there was a man there. The room was empty and I was watching the only exit. Naturally, I screamed and he lunged. I backed up, grabbed my dagger and stabbed the guy. He didn't react. Still backing away, I grabbed my other knife and started double stabbing this guy. B just sat back. Finally, the man disappeared. Like, I blinked and he was gone. He was a ghost, which explains why there was little to no resistance when I stabbed his gut.

I went back and sat on the desk and B was looking at his phone. "I'm going to continue now," I said because I really wanted to see Christine again. I wanted to sing with her. "Please don't look at your phone. Please focus. That was scary."

"Of course." So, he put his phone away, added to the notes I didn't notice him taking.

Then I woke up.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY!!

-April 6th

cishet aces and cishet aros are queer you fucking dipshits

ALL ACES AND AROS ARE QUEER

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY 💜💜💜