stu macher

"ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ." sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ/ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs. ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ #ᴏᴘᴜʟᴇɴᴛ. 2ɴᴅ ɢʜᴏsᴛғᴀᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ. ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. sʜɪᴘs (ᴍs) — ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ. ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ/ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. ʀᴛ?

quietly leaves, more wine at her door. he doesn't disturb her, knowing the importance of alone time like this.

she must be one of billy's girls, cause she isn't ringing a bell for him. "Are you lost or something?"

… why would she be blushing?

... Sid and tate, talking again 👀.

"it didn't, I got it. I just chose to ignore it, now the candy should be discounted by now. You should go get some, wouldn't want to make a bad impression as the grumpy lady who hates the joys of Halloween."

and, depriving the children of their yearly traditional candy? So heartless.

"no Sidney, trick or treat. What else, would it mean?"

halloween is almost here. we know what that means.

oh, look at that. he’s alive.

depressed and exhausted, but still kicking. anyway, he’s here.

|| I will try and be here today, but slow activity because I’m out celebrating my birthday sooo 😌 Bear with me ✨.

|| sorry, I haven’t been active that much. I really want too, but my muse ain’t where it should be and I’ve just been busy with work. Miss you all.

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he may or may not, want snuggles but doesn’t know how to ask for them without thinking he will sound like weak clingy baby. so, he’s isn’t gonna lay there.

parents, want nothing to do with him. sister, is in the wind. nephew… dead. best friend… dead. yeah, he’s just be in his room and stare at the ceiling in the dark. as if, that is the only way to stop him ruminating.

forecast says, it’s gonna be rainy all week. At least, it’s gonna be warm still. so, he won’t get the zaps.

From what, he’s observed while doomscrolling on tik tok. every guy and their momma, trying take the ghostface aesthetic. using it, to pick up chicks or dudes? interesting, but they make it cringe.