Sunshine, lollipops and-- oh, look, a dead body!

Reasons why I shouldn’t be allowed to draw reasons 1-3

Michael Myers x Reader Soulmate AU

AU- Soulmates exist, when one gets injured/has scar flowers appear on the other in the exact place.

Trigger warning: Implied, past self-harm.

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Modern Male Witch Project: Masterpost

A personal project that has become very important to me: male witches in their private dens, with their belongings surrounding them that show what kind of person they are and what kind of magic they practice. I try to make every single piece emit peace and comfort, but with a magical twist!

Separate pieces

Bedroom witch | Bathroom witch | Kitchen witch | Home Office witch | Attic witch

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“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

Okie Dokie!! Part two is ready for this new story. I really am happy with where this one is going, and it’s definite going to have a lot of parts!! So I hope y'all enjoy!! It will probably be more slow burn than not, but now I have other factors in this story to focus on, other than just romance!! It will probably be a little angsty eventually, so prepare yourself!! As always comments are always welcome!!

I was woken up by an incessant pounding on my front door. It’s loud, annoying, and I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep to deal with whoever it is.

           “Ugh…” I moan, shoving my face under my pillow, praying whoever it is goes away.

           It is strange though; the wood gave me no warning or silent question as to who entered my glade. It’s odd. Very odd. The pounding doesn’t stop, so I sit up in bed and try to wake up enough to process this. They can wait long enough for me to change out of my working clothes, that I never bothered to take off when I got back. I slip of my musty clothes, and chose some of my nicer working clothes, I just have a feeling I’ll want to look more formal that my normal working clothes. I chose an embroidered deep red tunic, along with a pair of loose black trousers that synch at the bottom. I tie a wrap skirt around my waste and throw my hair up into a braid as well. After a few more minutes of making them wait, and some grumbling from the patron outside, I finally make my way downstairs to see who it is.