Okay Let's Be Real My Opinion I Feel Like Elizabeth Is Nasty As Fuck But Would Only Do It In Person And

Between the veil

life's not always peaches and cream, it can be up it can be down, just matters how you deal with it. I've been dealing with a shit load ever since I was a kid. My name is Shiloh, I'm a twenty year old girl who lives in Salem Massachusetts. And....I have my own personal demon. Her name is hazel. She is with me everywhere, she comes to school with me and also helps my friends terrorize there own bullies. She's great. I first saw her after my bully brutally kicked my ass, then she gladly returned the favor after the second week of school. Death has been in my mind since I was born, I was supposed to die when I was born. I used to have a lot of complications until a miracle happened. The only thing i have left of the complications is my extreme sleep paralysis. It used to scare me but....now it doesn't anymore. My mother used to tell me tales of what goes on between the world of the living and the dead. I kinda can't wait to find out.

the dinner party

Mom: so um...how long did you say you knew each other?

Y/n looking across the table at Ellie: oh just um...a couple of months

Ellie sticking the bread sticks up her nose

Y/n:....

Mom:....

Ellie smiles widely

The message

it was a night of adventure, excitement, energy. I can't describe how much I loved this night. My name is Elijah I am 24 years old. I love music alot, like more than anyone I know. I love the way it makes me feel, makes me move makes me happy. It all started at my friend's house. We were all having a party to celebrate the end of senior year. Drinks were being poured, music was blasting, everyone having a great time. I was just getting out of the bathroom when I received a strange text message from an unknown number. It had an attachment to it that said listen. Not sure why I chose, maybe it's because I was drunk or something and just didn't give a damn. Who knew. I opened the attachment while sipping on my half bottle of beer. A strange chant was being said through the speaker of my phone. After I listened it didn't really mean much. I must have forgotten all about it because the very next day I was face down in my mattress drooling black goo with red eyes. Tied to the bed post and throat dryer than the desert. "ugh what happened". I groaned. "don't you fucking move". I heard a voice from the left of me. My buddy from the party had a gun drawn with blood on his clothes. Must have been a wild night because I now have a cross etched onto my forehead with holy water burning the hairs off my skin. I don't know what that chant was but I now know never to accept an attachment from someone I don't know.

new student

it was your first day at nevermore university and tonight was the annual party, or prom for the others that had dates. For you, it was just a party. you were more so a loner and cared not about having someone like you more than a friend. you loved flying solo. that night you were helping put up decorations when your favorite song came on the DJ system. "Shut up, this is my favorite song!" you squealed. not caring who you grabbed a hold of, it happened to be Enid Sinclair. The girl who you swore up and down you didn't have a crush on. Enid yelped with excitement and didn't even know what to do with herself the moment you started grinding your ass on her front. "i...um". she was almost as red as the punch bowl you put on the table hours before the party. Not knowing where to put her hands she grabbed a hold of your waist not realizing she was only pulling you closer against her. you turned around to finally face her and she nearly fainted. you knew she had a crush on you ever since you began attending nevermore. "enjoying the dance"? you asked. she was still in the middle of trying to process what had gotten into you that night. "yes, yes i am". she said almost purring. Wednesday caught you and her on the dance floor , looking as if she would throw up right then and there. she also had a hint of jealousy in her eyes. knowing she also started developing a crush on you ever since you started attending nevermore, you did the unthinkable. not caring if you'd get sliced into bits or sacked in the face you grabbed the collar of her button down. "what are you doing"? she asked trying to sound demanding, but of course you read past the bullshit. "just dance baby" you purred in her ear grinding your backside into her front. her eyes widened but she grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you close. not caring who may have been watching she brushed your hair from your ear and growled lowly. "meet me back at the dorm, and bring your pet with you."

I really said

Agatha x Male Reader headcanons!

• She leaves you for a woman.

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Y'all are the best truly 🤙♥️ imma keep posting

Smoke sesh

It was the weekend and all you wanted to do was go home and smoke a blunt. The week was catching up to you but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. Unfortunately for you the plastics were causing trouble in the cafeteria and all you wanted to do was eat lunch and dip to the next period. While standing in the lunch line to grab your food you felt eyes on you. You groaned not wanting to have a confrontational awkward ass conversation with anyone so you just kept to yourself. Finally getting your food you walked across the cafeteria passing the plastics and sitting in front of them by your table. "Hey loser". You heard a familiar voice say behind you. You sighed to yourself and turned around slowly. "wassup"? You asked. "cmere". Regina said playfully. You stood up and walked towards her carefully watching Gretchen and Karen. "I have no plans this weekend, what about you"? She asked. "Im just catching up on a smoke sesh you feel me, I ain't got nothin on my plate." You said chillin. "why don't you come to my place and we can have a smoke sesh together". She purred smirking to herself.

I'm either always unbothered or always knowing what's up. Shout-out to #agathaallalongitaly

Does anyone else think about what it would be like to have sex in a graveyard? Is it fun? Is it sad? Is it bittersweet? Will the spirits applaud you for having enough balls? Would they want to join in? Give me your thoughts I'm curious. No disrespect to the dead. It's just a genuine curiosity of mine. I think it's sadistically darkly romantic