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but we stay squeaky :3c

but we stay squeaky :3c

but we stay squeaky :3c

BUT WE STAY SQUEAKY!!! :3ᴄ

The good news: Soulmates are real.

The bad news: Reincarnation is also real, and the vast majority of souls on Earth are not presently incarnated as humans. If you are a living human, statistically your soulmate is currently some sort of beetle, or possibly a small salt-water crustacean.

These look eerily similar to my recent dreams.

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Okay this is...rather unlikely, but I just cracked myself up imagining that Edith's first novel was basically one of those "and then everything was fine and E/T/L became a (consensual) thing and they all lived happily ever after" fics. Maybe in her altered version there were no previous murdered wives, and the only ghost was a mother cruelly determined to continue her abuse from beyond the grave, so the Sharpes can be more sympathetic and it can be okay for her author insert (if that's even the right term?) to stay with them at the end. Look, this woman had genuine love for her husband (and some... interesting feelings about her sister-in-law), but then all the horrible stuff came out so now she's super conflicted and... processing, okay? She's processing. Then I cracked myself up all over again remembering that this would require a late Victorian publishing house to accept a book where the happy ending features lesbianism, polyamory, and incest.

I mean, she could write heavy subtext for the lesbianism, polyamory, and incest parts. Perhaps her character rescues her beloved husband from the ghost/metaphor and becomes Closest Bosom Friends™ with his extremely devoted sister. And they all live happily, respectably ever after, and 110 years later the academic analyses of the text are WILD.

In the 1950s it’s all “A classic tale of romantic and familial love triumphing over darkness!” In the present day there are John Mulaney memes like “I think Crimson Peak (1902) is about a bisexual incest triad.”

I do think a lot about What If scenarios for the canon, published version of the story. How did she change it? We have snippets of the text in voiceover, but even sticking strictly to her stated canon feelings about things, no Victwardian publisher would want to touch it if it was completely honest.

Or was the story we saw not what happened at all? Was it a complete fabrication? If so, what’s the truth? Did Edith even marry Thomas? Did he marry Eunice or leave abruptly unwed, and the story is the dark past and future she imagined for him?

I have one idea where she bases the story on a series of dreams- but oops, it turns out Mama Ghost sent those dreams and they were real. All this eventually leads to Thomas hanging for murder and Lucille swearing revenge on a woman she met once for like an hour, who isn’t even in the same country.

But I digress. Fascinating concept, Anon!

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“write a love poem for you, it will open up the door to compliment yourself.” it is hard to see me, most of the time. like your brain filling in the missing space from between your eyes, except the opposite. an invisible force feeding the cat the space between a group of friends, an empty bed, a hazy image in the mirror. my gaze jumps over me to regard the far more interesting world. I am a good observer. That is enough for now.

true love is the one that brings you happiness and, to me, what we had was true.

It was my purpose, my drive, and most certainly it was my will to live.

It was to me, surreal. a dream I got to be in everyday, an honor that filled my breast with pride and kept me brave.

love is above all, made of trust. the foundation determining how many cracks appear when the world shakes. I failed you - I swore to keep you safe, to strengthen our love everyday, to be together in all things.

I betrayed you with inaction: letting that anchor of a disease drag me away from you, leaving you alone - Atlas to hold the world at bay, while Epimetheus acted without thought. and so my days begin and end with a question, "if I lived to harbor this drop of Prometheus' flame, a being who inspired endless creativity, love, awe; why do I still draw breath when I was the one who called the earthquakes?"

This is truly amazing, thank you.

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What I imagine when looking at the black.

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