Crystalthevampirate - Crystal The Vampirate

Snowed in

'Wake up' she says in the littlest voice. It's a gentle request rather than a demand, and it leaves me unable to be as annoyed as I'd sometimes like to be. Not that she uses this power overtly. Then, I think, she might soon run out. 'All right, button.. What is it?' I mutter, pushing my covers aside. 'I need to use the stove.' A quick wash-up later I follow her downstairs. The setup in the kitchen tells me exactly how urgently the stove was 'needed'. She's measured milk into a kettle with two mugs, which now sit on the counter, cocoa powder put in. A spoonful for me, three and one sugar for her, peppermint for both. She sits by in her pyjamas, frizzy head drooping. Only after we both have a steaming mug in front of us, do I address the offence 'You know, hot chocolate isn't really an emergency. I mean how early is it, anyway?' She shrugs. 'At least we'll get ya to school on time..' 'There's no school today.' I acknowledge her with a hum. Looking out the window, where white fluff is still floating around, I slowly come to the realization she's waken me, so that we could do nothing, together, for as long as possible. I point this out to her, scoldingly, but the twinkle in her eyes says she knows I'm not mad. I put the mugs into the sink with last night's dinner dishes, and pour water into the emptied kettle. I figure since we're up before the alarms, we have a few hours to waste for pleasure.

Damn, I've terribly neglected.. how could this happen!?

In the woods near our house everything grows in circles. There's tall trees, but no leaves on the moss and the stars cast shadows like it's daytime. I made a soup one time of the mushrooms I found in each corner of the wood. White mushrooms, with wide hats, that taste like honey and cotton sugar. The recipe was for a soup, everyone had it at my birthday party, but it was titled 'making a savior' and it's a little strange I can't seem to find my way out of our yard, where the people don't look like my friends at all..

art films, thrillers, camp horror: this is what's wrong with the world

us, the children of that world: um, yes please?

Let's be real; sometimes the flags and labels get confusing. This can be true for anyone, queer, or cishet, new to it, or a rainbow-veteran. And that's okay. I as a queer person am not obligated to know everything about gay subculture, it's imagery and language. More than that, no queer person should be expected to educate others about these matters. When they choose to do so, however, I advise you listen, even, no, especially where your views may differ. There is no absolute truth to these things in our quickly changing world. It is up to people themselves to choose the words they describe themselves with, and the imagery they feel best represents them. These things exist FOR them. For all of us, to communicate easier and feel safer, and more comfortable in our communities & our own skins. Not knowing the meaning of each slang word and color combination does not make anyone less valid. Using labels, and possibly changing them along the way to better fit, is good. Using a label that you feel describes you, even if someone disagrees, is okay. Choosing not to use labels at all is okay. These words are tools and you may use them however they best serve you. THAT IS THEIR PURPOSE.

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Apparently I’ve recently done something shameful, dark and extremely unchristian, that sparked this series of anons..

Anyway, don’t pray for my soul. It gives me nightmares 😉

Remembering that time I wrote a bunch of cryptic shorts 'bout cannibalism.

@i-havenothingelsetopost tagged me to the three facts -game, so

💜 My favorite color's actually violet, not red 📺 I've watched way much bs series lately 💬 It'd be so cool to speak more languages & if I wasn't so bloody dyslexic, I'd probably know like an absurd amount

I'll tag @i-eat-faeries, @prince-harlequin, @aaveita, @batrayy, @xfallen-marsx, @esileikkipuisto and @coffee-at-sunrise1 from my notes.

The jix: Answer with three random things 'bout yourself & tag 7 random people from your notes to do the same :3

How could I heal the Earth,

When even the inside of my head is so sick, I can't do anything about it,

And most of the time, don't even want to?

And yet, I try my best,

'Cause the Earth is not to blame

For the sickness of mankind.

Humanity itself

Can destroy anything.