thewrongproclivity replied to your post: [ I know it’s not munday but I just go...

[gosh now i want to cut my hair again i’m TRYING TO GROW IT THANKS MADDY. you look fabbbb]

[ mEHEEHHEHEEH. i get you though. that feeling when you need to grow out your hair but it's tOO LONG and you wanna cut it. i gET YOU. also tHANK YOU SO MUCH btw ]

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[ YOURE SO PRETTY!! ]

[ THANK YOU SO MUCH !! You're so fab. uwu ] 

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Give me your face pls thx

[ river you're super cute, only if you give me your face in return ] 

villain101 replied to your post: [ I know it’s not munday but I just go...

looks soo goood my gorgeous bb

She has always liked water.

It started out when she was a child, before she was so self-conscious. Her parents enrolled her in swimming lessons and she would refuse to leave the pool when they came to pick her up. She liked to pretend she was a mermaid; she had always secretly felt that her hair was just like Ariel’s.

When she got older, she started swimming as physical therapy. There would be no weight on her twisted spine, no gravity, no contaminated air to set off her asthma, nothing to remind her how weak and fragile she was. She could just float with water in her ears and hold her breath and pretend that she was normal.

She takes baths, now. She lies back and puts her head under the water and lets her hair fan out. She doesn’t need the relief for her back or lungs anymore; surgery and time had blessed her with functionality. She thinks of the Little Mermaid and her prince, and how every step she took on land felt like hot knives on her feet but she danced and danced for him, and how she gave up her voice and her family just to see him smile, and how she was still happy for him as he married someone else and the mermaid lay dying in the sea.

She thinks of mermaids and their princes, and she imagines lying back in the bathtub with a certain doctor, and she imagines holding his head under water until well after he stops moving. And she smiles.

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     " ---- Well, yes, I can see you have a                   problem ;;  I'm not blind, d  e  a  r.

                       "I HAVE EXCELLENT NEWS, MARGOT. I'VE TALKED                        TO THE DASHCON COMMITTEE AND WE REACHED                         A SUPER AGREEMENT -- DASHCON 2015 WILL BE                        ORGANIZED IN OUR MANSION!"

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               She’s confused ;; she’s beyond confused, really, but her                expression is even & calm as she regards the woman in                front of her. The cat’s out of the bag — so Margot should                want nothing to do with her, yes ?? Any reasonable person               would expect Margot to send Freddie packing, tell her to                take her things and leave and never return, never speak to               her again. 

     Not initiate new conversation. Not say those four      words everyone dreads hearing — we need to talk. 

                                        Perhaps that’s what this conversation is about — yes,                                        that’s got to be it, because nowhere in her mind can                                         Freddie fathom any other topic for them to speak on.                                         ( Forgiveness isn’t part of her vocabulary. ) This is the                                        last conversation, endgame, this is where Margot bids                                        her farewell and Freddie doesn’t care a bit. 

                                Of course not.