#we are all mad here

[assassin1513]

🫖The Mad Hatter 🫖

[kweenkday]

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Thank you for tagging me @merceyca!

but really ALL of my wips? 😅 I'll do the ones that have more than 30% written, that's more realistic.

Here we go:

Stained glass window (Jerejean, boudoir photographer Jean, E-rated)

Pretty little addict (Kevaaron, the title is self explanatory to some degree)

Scattered truths (soulmate Andreil)

clandestine (Kevin/Ichirou, I will take no criticism at this time, thank you)

17 stars (tattoo shop Andreil)

Lake house (time travel Andreil sort of in-between The Lake House and Frequency)

All My Loves (reincarnation Kandreil)

5 shots to life (alt canon Kevjean, and the love of my life so maybe some day I'll post that)

Cat thief (Andreil. need I say more..)

Feel something (Jerejean, strangers-in-the-storm kind of fic)

Prodigal Son AU (Andreil)

Come Find Me (Charlie St Cloud AU Andreil)

Tagging @knickknacksandallthat, @dayurno, @fullyvisible, @halfpintpeach, @thetrojeans, @nanatsuyu and whoever else wants to do this.

[theonlyslytherinprincess]

[weareallmadhere1124]

[sapphirestudiosdesign]

Alice

Selling out fast 😃

[crazyskirtlady]

To all my new followers:

[caffeine-addicted-insomniac]

Please rise for our national anthem motherfuckers

[rennemichaels]

I didn't know we had any. Did I miss a memo?

what's a tumblr influencer? what am i influencing? my mental illness? 😭

[probl-3-m-4-tic]

⏰🐇♣️♦️♠️♥️

[abitbatty]

My accidentally themed throw pillows.

[riddled-opus]

I have a talented friend who does wood burning art and who knows I have a thing for Alice in Wonderland, specifically the Cheshire cat. He made me this really cool scene between Alice and the cat, and I happened to catch the cat through the lens of my water bottle. A little editing and digital manipulation later, and I now have this cool, slightly spooky Cheshire grin to share. Enjoy!

This is also up in my Redbubble shop for anybody looking for some spiffy products with a unique design! https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/152569409

[razzleeberryy]

Me 💖

[weareallmadhere1124]

~*~ Love Your Own Darkness ~*~

#we are all mad here #alice in wonderland #alice through the looking glass #wonderland #stay mad #my reality

[tippenfunkaport]

You know, it would be amazing if Hollywood learned the right lesson from the success of Nimona. Something like "Hey, maybe don't throw out a nearly done movie as a tax write off" or "people want queer stories" or even "don't be afraid to take some storytelling risks and be original" but you just know they're going to come away with some absolutely batshit takeaway like, "next time delete all the evidence and burn it to the ground so the gays can't make us look bad!"

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.