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dreamyzworldlove · 11 months
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my grad cap!
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some of you may know i’m graduating today, and monster high has been such a huge part of my life i had to commemorate it!
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here it is in darker lighting so you can see the words better lol
💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗🖤💗
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coincasual · 10 months
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more clops sisters!
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snobgoblin · 1 year
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leaked footage of Deuces parents (not clickbait)
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zimulacrum · 11 months
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I of course had to do this, as Monster High has been an important part of my life for... yeah, over 10 years now. As a queer, disabled (mental and physical), arab, nonbinary ghoul who’s lived in Texas my whole life, this brand has been #1 in helping me accept myself and learn to love those around me. As my class ring reads, "be yourself, be unique, be a monster" has been the words l've lived by for a thrilling 13 years, and if my school did senior quotes, mine would probably be something like: “and for the very first time, they finally liked who they were looking at”.
Identifying myself so close to Frankie Stein has helped me as well, especially in these high school years. When I was younger, I always thought I’d become Jane Boolittle or Robecca Steam (surprisingly), but as I got into my freshman year, I realized that Frankie was who I wanted to be. Though many people may not like her (G1 referral), she was a happy, science-loving ghoul who was nice to everyone no matter what, even those who did not take her seriously. She always kept a smile on her face and wanted nothing more than to help her friends, have fun, and be herself. That’s what I wanted to be, and that’s how I made it—even with all the negative energy in my electric brain that I can not fix.
And it’s not just the fab fictional creatures that have helped me, it’s also the voltageous friends I’ve made along the way because of it. I’ve made friends in cosplayers online, fans in my theatre class, and even the members in the subreddit have been some of the NICEST people I’ve ever met. And in fact, because of posting about Monster High online, I’ve met my future roommates, and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for; hell, he was a Jackson cosplayer. Perfect, isn’t it?!
So with me graduating in my freaky fashion, and Garrett Sander himself conbatulating me on doing so, this is Frankie Z, taking their limb-dropping bow from “V” High School—but never will I be leaving Monster High! ⚡️💚
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wigglybug · 1 year
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he has a realisation lol
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marklikely · 8 months
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ok u know that fake 80s horror movie meme that people did on tiktok well aside from the blatant goncharov plagiarism i feel like the idea isnt inherently bad but trying to convince people the movie is real while giving it an obscure and therefore easily googleable name like zapotha is unwise. like goncharov was always openly fake but the video said they want to convince people zepotha is real. too easy to fact check imo.
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Slight Season 2 Spoilers-
I know it’s a kids show and logic is kinda out the window at this point, but I find it so funny that everyone just accepted Clawdeen as ruler of all were-kind. She’s literally 15 lol 😭
And now Teez and Romulus are like running for office?? How is that legal lmao
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*Scarah screams-graduation year*
graduation year é uma coleção que eu mesmo criei, o propósito dela é como as ghouls estariam em seu ano de formatura, infelizmente o bing não criou ela com seus olhos brancos.
tentei fazer uma roupa com tons mais pesados e corset, e sempre com o enrolado nas pontas do cabelo.
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wedding-shemp · 8 months
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At least once a month on the monster high subreddit* there's an argument about whether the original dolls were actually goth or not, so I decided to run with it and reimagine them in different goth styles
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wydownaspiider · 1 year
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vastly different vibes between
“i grew up with monster high, i’ve had dolls since kindergarten so theyre like my childhood friends”
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“i graduated in 2013 and started watching the webisodes in 2009 so i view them more as classmates/peers”
but we all love monster high
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romiantic · 1 year
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petition to make an ever after high remake, I BEG
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theangryshiba · 1 year
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Posting some of my monster graduates stuff here added a vampire inspired by Draculora a bit in terms on pink tones
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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 years
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From left to right: a screenshot of Addison’s Moonlight Mystery, a screenshot from Zombies 3 final animated montage and a screenshot of what we got so far for the reanimated series. 
What is it with this franchise and wanting to introduce vampires no matter what...
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zimulacrum · 11 months
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RAHHH this is it!! The time has come!! Thanks for the memories :))
And remember! Be yourself, be unique, be a monster. 💚⚡️
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hyde-ur-monsters · 5 months
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i did not get to write my assignment last night btw
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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year
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A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:
“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”
Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.
“I mean, do you know how to read?”
Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.
“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”
Dustin rolled his eyes.
“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”
Steve threw his arms up in frustration.
Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.
But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.
And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.
But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.
And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.
Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.
He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.
“Stevie, you got a minute?”
Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.
Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.
Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.
So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.
Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.
“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.
The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.
“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”
“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”
“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”
“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.
Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.
“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”
And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.
But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.
“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”
He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.
Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?
“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”
Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.
“I used to, yeah.”
“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.
Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.
“Steve’s my ride!”
“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”
“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”
“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”
Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.
As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.
“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”
Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”
“You have a list I’m sure.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Okay, then we better get started.”
“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”
“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”
Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.
“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”
“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”
He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.
“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”
“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”
“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”
“Is it The Hobbit?”
“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.
“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.
“So, your house is empty.”
“Yep.”
“And I’m assuming you own this book.”
“I do.”
“And it’s getting late.”
Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.
“It’s late.”
“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”
“Won’t I miss some of the book?”
“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”
Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.
“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”
Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.
“Okay.”
So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.
Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.
Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.
Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.
And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.
They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.
Part 2 (Angst)  / Part 2 (Fluffy) /  Part 2 (Explicit)
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