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there is no audience to perform for, there is no approval, no admiration to attain. there is no role worth playing, there is no one to convince. let it go

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A Christmas Story

Part One

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Black Manor, London

Evanora thought she’d be strong enough to walk the halls of Black Manor without faltering. She thought her thighs, her legs, and her feet would stand the weight of her crushed soul and spirit. She was wrong. Never had she expected her heart would end up cradled between Evan’s nimble fingers. Never had she been so grateful that he’d caught her as she was headed for the ground.

There was no look shared between the two of them as he offered up his arm. She didn’t thank him for supporting her, not that she needed to. Neither did he thank her for appearing at his side when no one else would. Not that he needed to.

" My feet hurt." Evanora mumbled. She wanted nothing more than to kick her shoes off and lay across the cold ballroom floor.

" Shall I carry you on my back, your Ladyship? "

If looks could injure, Evan would be… impaled on a chandelier somewhere around the estate. He bowed at the waist in the exaggerated manner he grew accustomed to behaving in when he felt the chill of his own awkwardness take over the moment, a habit he’d picked up seemingly from thin air.

" You think you’re oh so funny. "

" Hilarious actually. " He swapped her empty champagne glass for a full one. " Reggie has admitted it. You know how difficult it is to make him say anything. "

Evanora took a deep breath. She willed herself to feel the air travelling through her lungs.

" Speaking of which." Her voice wavered on the last syllable, unease laced through every sound.

Neither the witch, nor the pearl choker sitting around her neck could escape the torment of being prey. The agony of a never ending game of will they, won't they. Will or won't Evanora succumb to her intrusive thoughts and rip the strings of pearls away from her skin? Will she or won't she remain the prey her kind pounces on?

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Black Manor, London

" Andy! " Narcissa called out from her sister's vanity area. " May I borrow a fan, please? The green one! With the lace! "

Andromeda clutched the top edge of her corset in a death grip that was sure to leave marks on the fabric. She closed her eyes and prayed to the founders that this too, they'd make pass. As her hands slid to her stomach, she silently moaned in pain and prayed again.

" I think Bella took it! " She cried out, hoping she didn't sound strange to her sister’s ear.

A beat of silence later, Narcissa made herself heard again. The sound of it boomed through the adjoined rooms, cutting through the bathroom door in one swift blow loud enough to startle Andromeda.

" Alright! I'll be with Bella, Andy darling! "

When the door had closed and Andromeda was sure she was all alone, she slumped against the cold tile floor and sobbed a river. Never had a Black witch ever put herself in such a situation, nevermind in this day and age.

Andy thought back to the time she’d made fun of Celestia Selwyn, now Mrs. Nott, when she’d ended up in the same predicament. Poor Celestia had ended up trapped in a marriage to a man two decades, her senior, just to end up losing her salvation a day after the ceremony. Andy had weeped for her back then. Now, who would weep for poor Andromeda Black ?

Oh how cruel men's designs were, forcing a bright young woman into a lion trap just to starve her.

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god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

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If I'm forbidden from having coffee, can I still call myself "cafeiinated"?

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Palestinian men should not have to repeatedly hold up pictures of their family struggling through a genocide, for us to care about them. Fundraisers conducted by/for Palestinian men, should not have to repeatedly refer to their mothers, sisters, wives and children, to make us realize their humanity, their vulnerability. Enough. Isn't it enough after so many months? Hadn't it always been enough?

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Oh the power of freshly washed hair

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there’s a part of me that wants to be completely and utterly alone. then there’s the other part that desperately clings to anyone i care about. i feel rather pathetic either way.

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What if.

“There’s nothing heroic about suffering” okay but what if I suffered and I was kinda sexy with it. Like my shorts were a little too short and you could see my ass when I bent over. What then.

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Baaaaaaabes, are you okeeeeeey :/ :/ you've barely talked about your project of faking your death and taking another name in another country :/ :/

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3la khatrek, Maya

Baaaaaaaaaaabes.

I see you haven't thought of your comfort traumatised character in a hot minute.

Take some time off to day dream maladaptively, munchkin. OFF YOU GO to the land of fictional characters. You'll thank me later 🤙🤙

(Ps. Use the tumblr resources and read some fanfic. It's good for the souuuuul)

Pop off, munchkin

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Baaaaaaaaaaabes.

I see you haven't thought of your comfort traumatised character in a hot minute.

Take some time off to day dream maladaptively, munchkin. OFF YOU GO to the land of fictional characters. You'll thank me later 🤙🤙

(Ps. Use the tumblr resources and read some fanfic. It's good for the souuuuul)

Pop off, munchkin

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I just need to say—

The perfect way for someone to show they're into me romantically is to be gasping for air at my sight like Regulus when he drowned.

Okey BYYYYYYYE

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Dracula. Stop being a coward and come declare your love for me. I'll be your Mina Harkness

Caught a glimpse of my passing reflection on this blessed day of Eid El Adha and all I can say is

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I don't understand how no one is madly in love with me. Allah truly is all powerful bc damn. She's hauntingly beautiful (say mashallah. I don't want to have to hunt you down)

Caught a glimpse of my passing reflection on this blessed day of Eid El Adha and all I can say is

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Caught a glimpse of my passing reflection on this blessed day of Eid El Adha and all I can say is

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If you're both one of the fashionable girlies and you're evil evil straight from the depths of my worst fantasies about taking revenge on the people who have wronged me (no. I don't mean setting healthy boundaries. That's the department next door)

Congrats. That's gayness core and you have officially unlocked the secret to everyone's favourite philosophical question.

Which one came 1st ? The chicken or the egg ?

(The answer is obviously me. Bc I'm awesome and shit)

I just want to say.

As a cartoon man (see Valtor for reference. The pitome of babygirl gay core (come and tell me to my face that man wasn't gay with his ruffled collars and grand speeches and that luscious hair of his)) its not enough that you're evil or fashionable to be called babygirl.

You gotta be both

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If you're mid in the fashion department but subscribed to evil Inc.'s weekly newsletter on how to be more evil and you apply the techniques that Satan (my aunt) himself came up with, you probs watched too many Andrew Tate clips on tiktok. In which case,

Officer. Its them.

Get off the damn phone and go touch some grass. If you're gonna be a spawn of Satan, at least don't be mid.

I just want to say.

As a cartoon man (see Valtor for reference. The pitome of babygirl gay core (come and tell me to my face that man wasn't gay with his ruffled collars and grand speeches and that luscious hair of his)) its not enough that you're evil or fashionable to be called babygirl.

You gotta be both