#imnot12

so i bought myself a new laptop tonight for school and not 5 minutes in the door, my mom is already saying "you better not do anything or i'll take it from you." Uhm, excuse me. Who just paid for the laptop? Not you. I'm not 12, don't try to threaten me or ground me from MY stuff. 

So first of all, hello to everyone (if anyone) is reading. As you can guess , this post is going to be a continuous fiction wiring piece; based on an image that I found on the up and coming Tumblr Illustration star “imnot12”. She’s currently trending so you should be able to find her.  Anyways, I was scrolling through her work and I came across this picture; since the picture itself was improvised , I thought I’d write a little story to go along with it. Please enjoy and reblog if you can , I’ll be posting more stories and original ideas on here , I also take requests so just ask! (I do fan fiction too) 

The Witching Hour

Halloween night was always a night of laughs for Sasha Grey. Not because of the children dressed as creatures of the night, not because of her completely drunk friends, and not even because of the half assed attempts at costumes from the skanks of the city that they deemed wearable to a party.  No, it was funny for a whole other reason. 

The witching stereotype was the one thing on her brain on Halloween which would willingly make her laugh repeatedly. The vomit green skin, the goblin like talons, the sky high black pointy hat and the greasy brown warts dotted around every witches face was enough to make her stomach hurt. 

Witches were not ugly, or disgusting .. Or green. In a matter of fact, Witches were beautiful and usually quite pale. Every Witch had soft skin, even the old crones had baby soft skin that was the envy of all humans. The fact that all witches were perceived as bad stung a little, but Sasha was a Grey; one of the most powerful family’s of magic. 

Tonight was a night where Sasha could don her ‘broom’ -as the human called it- , put on her black hat and talismans and slide into the patriotic black dress of her family in respect for All Hallows Eve; and still be called “under dressed for a witch!”  

But it wasn’t the clothing that mattered. It was the magic inside. The power the coursed through her veins and made her real. Oh yes, Sasha Grey was indeed a very powerful witch. 

Me: Yes!! Dx

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-cries forever;

Faaaawking shit im 18

it's just I'm short and my dad's side of the family all look young as shit