#iamstrangeandunusual

[phatsnowbunnyreviews]

I wish I knew who the artist is... I love this !! #iamstrangeandunusual #lydiadeetz #beetlejuicebeetlejuicebeetlejuice #gothgirls #winonaryder ❤️ (at East Watertown, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsnmwM0BT9m/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pina7085oi80

[batsday]

Lydia-Day and the O's If you know you know. Bats Day - The original #disneygoth Est.1999 LINKTR.EE/BATSDAY Our next spooky event, Bats Day in the Fun Park 22 Postponed Tentatively* to May 8 2022 Disneyland Resort Ca. . #batsday #disneyland #beetlejuice #ghostwiththemost #iamstrangeandunusual #gothsofdisneyland #batsdayhat #batwings #movie #punk #band #musicislife #gothmusic #punkmusic https://www.instagram.com/p/CYcMLPnPnZm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[deadlostbunny-blog]

Not really sure what I'm doing in here... . . . . . #mondayvibes #iamstrangeandunusual #dontbenormal #girlswithpiercings #septumpiercing #gauges #skull #metalchick #takemetoyourleader #stayspooky

[amethystnoir11]

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#creepy #witchinghour #iamstrangeandunusual #ghostsarescaredofme 💀👻💀👻💀👻💀👻💀👻💀👻💀👻💀👻 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bux5ucGnu8E/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1baasblaxogwq

[health-coach-adrienne]

#betelguise #iamstrangeandunusual

[rabidtats]

#bettlejuice #wynonaryder #lydiadeetz #agarutattoo #agarutattoos #tommyrabid #blackandgreytattoo #portraittattoo #iamstrangeandunusual (at Agaru Tattoo)

[harlothandiwork]

So excited to be participating in our first auction! Check it out tonight at 8pm EST with @spookyhauntsemporium because you never know what you might find that you fall in love with! This will be a live sale so give them a follow in order to participate. . . . . . #groupsale #instasale #livesale #sale #supportsmall #supportsmallbusiness #HarlotHandiwork #goth #gothprincess #gothgirl #gothaesthetic #supportmakers #supportwomenownedbusinesses #supportart #makersgonnamake #buy #shopping #shoppingaddict #shoppingonline #retailtherapy #handmadegifts #iamstrangeandunusual #gothlife #blackisthenewblack #stashjar #stashjars #stashbox #lovetoshop #shopsmall #shopnow https://www.instagram.com/p/CRUGMzMluuq/?utm_medium=tumblr

[riding--sandworms]

It's already five o'clock . . . Lydia should be home by now, shouldn't she?

Getting up from one of the couches in the attic, Barbara's head turned towards the opened attic door--robotically, at that. Soon, her small pause had broken into a full-winded sprint, the floral dress of the ghost flying behind her as it picked up speed--just like when she would run back when she was considered a "breather".

Barbara hadn't seen Lydia in awhile. In fact, it had been a couple of months since the ghost last saw her surrogate daughter, hadn't it been? It felt foreign--weird, even. It made Barbara feel more like a tenant than a roommate-- er, a surrogate mother, in this case. Either way, Barbara was determined to see Lydia today, or just check to see if she was in the house at the moment.

She bounded down the first flight of stairs and around the bend, quickly making her way down the last flight.

What could Lydia have possibly been doing over these past months? Hanging out with him, Barbara presumed. Then again, she and Betelgeuse had been on better terms lately. But what about him and Lydia? What could they have been doing? Juno implied that it was something nasty, Adam assumed that it was something wrong, and Betelgeuse, himself, would probably deny that it was either of those two things. Even though they were on better terms, Barbara certainly wouldn't believe him for a second. But still . . . Juno's stern lecture to her a few months ago still buzzed around in the ghost's mind as if she had just been informed of what she had to do a few hours ago. Barbara hated it. She was alright with the two being friends (dating was a whole different topic that Barbara had yet to make a big fuss over), but if they were doing something else--something that Juno implied--then Barbara would have a word or two about that. . . . But Barbara just wanted to see her surrogate daughter today. Now wasn't the time to start an argument, nor was it the time to think about how to start one.

Finally, Barbara was at the top of the stairs that would lead her downstairs into Lydia's darkroom. Assuming the girl was already there to begin with, the ghost quietly descended the stairs, hoping not to cause any of the wooden floorboards to creak, causing an uncomfortable squeak to escape from under her slipper and disrupt the peaceful silence that ran throughout the house. Once she was at the bottom of the stairs, Barbara came face-to-face with a door that was shut, and soon, she quietly knocked on it with her bony knuckle, smiling at it. "Lydia? Are you in there? It's Barbara."

[phatsnowbunnyreviews]

#viponly #iamspiritual #iamhappy #iamstrangeandunusual #iamawitch #iamamom #ifyoudontlikemefuckyou (at East Watertown, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsmzXYDhZSd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1168vw93a57zr

[theimmoralimmortal]

Totally staring at the goth chick

Deadpool wandered through Times Square, munching on a foodstand taco. He got a lot of weird looks, but he didn't really pay any mind to it. He hummed the Beetlejuice theme to himself as he walked. His mask was pulled up juuuuuuust enough for him to eat.

[Mmm....tacos. Hey who's that over there?]

The merc blinked and looked over to see the black clad young woman taking photos. He went a bit slackjawed as he stood there.

Deadpool vision: Deadpool was now in a tuxedo with his mask still over his face. It was pulled up just enough for him to have a rose clutched in his teeth. Lydia was in a petticoat, fanning herself with a cloth fan. He smoothly slid up to her and slipped the rose behind her ear. He wrapped his arm around her waist and bent forward while also tilting her back. He then said in a smooth baritone,"Hello, beautiful." Lydia then put the back of her hand to her forehead and fainted.

What really happened: Deadpool awkwardly walked up to Lydia and exclaimed,"You're hot!"

[b-o-n-ejangles-blog]

Lydia & Bonejangles | Dead Happy

"The hardest thing for me is true simplicity..." Bonejangles sang to himself as he washed the glasses at the old bar. "It's the only thing that's good enough for you." He continued, placing them back in their proper place. He was singing about love, and it was his favourite song of the moment, and so couldn't help himself. Music was Bon's escape, his way of saying sorry, saying 'I love you', or saying 'let's boogy!' It reflected his every move, his every feeling, his every desire, and nothing could overpower the music in his life. Bonejangles was who he'd become because of it. Without it, he was just Geoffrey. He'd not been a simple lad since he was six, and never turned back when he figured out his true passion and drive and pursued his dreams.

Bonejangles sat down as he heard the door creek open and noticed a young girl covered in black clothing walk through. There was something different about this dead girl... She was alive. What was she doing at the bar? She seemed so dead at first glance, and he'd not noticed until her obvious lack of decay or missing body parts. She was whole, and completely healthy. Why was she acting dead? "Hello there. I'm Bon- Call me Geoffrey." He didn't always trust the living with his details. "Who are you?" he passed the girl a drink of water, and watched her sit on a stool, and remove the veil from her face, revealing the prettiest features he'd ever seen on someone so young.

She reminded him of a young version of himself but female. He'd never seen anything or anyone quite like it and hadn't even imagined so far that it was possible. "Wow."

[phatsnowbunnyreviews]

#facts #stopbeingignorant #iamstrangeandunusual #iamspiritual #iamawitch #greenwitch #kitchenwitch #winterwitch #witchcraft #christmasisapaganholiday #celebratingthebirthofthesun not "son" ... (at Watertown, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrxW325B8lX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ty9e6m5a0xub

[looktotheants-a]

♟

((At first, I respond to the statement and think "Aren't we all?", then I brace myself for incoming Hank/Maria feels.))

[b-o-n-ejangles-blog]

Attention Role-Players!

I'm reinventing Bonejangles! I'm not quite sure that I'm happy with where he's going, not only as a character, but as a muse. I need to reinvent the blog, and end most of the role-plays I've been involved in and start new ones! :) Ending: Vicki & Bonejangles - A Cloudy Day Mrs. Lovett & Bonejangles - Many Years Ago Victoria & Bonejangles - Back To Life

Keeping: Emily & Bonejangles - A Misunderstanding Toby & Bonejangles - Tell Me A Story? Jack & Bonejangles - The Dead Hearts Beat A Rhythm Of Jazz  Ed Wood & Bonejangles - A Jazz Session In The Studio 

Starting: Cheshire & Bonejangles - A Good Day To You Morticia Addams & Bonejangles - Dark Days Ahead Lydia & Bonejangles - Dead Happy Victor & Bonejangles - Something Worth Fighting For Victoria Everglot & Bonejangles - Messy Dreams, Messy Nightmares Columbia & Bonejangles - And All That Jazz Betelgeuse & Bonejangles - Music All Around Adam Maitland & Bonejangles - No Such Things Violet Beauregarde & Bonejangles - Chewing On Strings