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They didn’t get pointy horns, rainbow scales or vicious claws either.
They did, however, get wisdom teeth.
And those had to be removed somehow…
Kris was given special permission to sit on the Chairiel as a special reward for their suffering, and they could understand how Toriel wanted to keep it to herself. By god, it was comfortable. They were still higher than the sun on the midazolam from the dentist, given to them through the IV to sedate them. According to Toriel, they were trying to sing along in the car to “New Perspective” on the way back from the dentist, and failing hilariously. Just imagine, a fifteen year old teenager of indiscriminate alternative subculture, ears pierced to the high heavens, trying their damn best to sound like Brendan Urie while high off their mind on dentist sedatives, muffled by gauze in their mouth and spitting blood on the dashboard.
Kris’s wisdom teeth came in about as straight as they were. Which, needless to say, was incredibly wonky. They got theirs removed only an hour ago, at the ripe old age of 15, as opposed to Vess and Chara planning on getting theirs out at 18.
Why do humans always get the short end of the stick when it comes to weird bodily functions? Periods, wisdom teeth, appendixes, it all sucked. Everyone else got cool stuff. Noelle shed her antlers every winter, Susie shed her tail when she got scared or hurt, and would scare the everloving fuck out of Kris by swinging it around while laughing maniacaly.
They groaned, picking up their blanket and slugging to their bedroom. They picked up their phone from the nightstand, opening up their Discord DM’s with Susie.
Tomato soup was the love of Kris’s life. They couldn’t care that it was cold, to be honest. The only thing they cared about was which brand it was. One of them had “extra protein added” and tasted like grass, the other was just… bad, and another was chunky but not chunky enough to feel okay in their mouth… It was a whole ordeal to find one that didn’t make them want to throw up. But when they found the right one, it was the only soup they would eat.
They painstakingly waited for Susie to show up, staring at the ceiling in defeat.
knock
“Whgat duh fuh?” they tried to mumble, before realizing it was probably Susie. That makes sense.
“Let me in, dumbass!” Yep, definitely Susie. They stumbled to the window, unlocking it. She put the soup on the nightstand, tumbling into the room and getting a laugh out of Kris.
“Laughing at my suffering…”
“‘M sufferin too, ya know?”
She sighed, flopping down on the bed. “Do you know how hard it is to climb the side of a house with a carton of soup in your hand? I was struggling.” They gave her an incredulous side eye, staring in confusion. “Ya could have used the door! My mom loves ya like a daughter, ‘m sure she would have been fine with it.”
“Eh, it’s more fun that way. Do you want your soup or not?” She could see their eyes light up at the preposition, “Oh my god, is that even a question? Yes!! There’s a mug on the counter, pleasee…”
“Alright, alright, you act like Tori doesn’t even feed you!” She said, ripping the seal off the carton with her fangs, which was completely unnecessary. She poured it into the mug Kris pointed out, a large mug with pictures of cats on it.
They reached out with grabby hands, putting on their best puppy eyes, “Chill, I have it right here, idiot,” she sighed, handing it to them. “Now shut up and drink your soup.”
Susie could only watch in horror as Kris took their mug in a vice grip, furiously chugging the soup with wide eyes. They couldn’t even bother to care about anything else.
“Jesus, slow down! You’re gonna dislodge a clot, Kris!”
“Make me slow down.” they said with a stare. She laughed incredulously, putting the mug on the nightstand and taking it out of their hands. “What are you-” She went in with a giant bear hug, the kind Kris loved. Susie was the best at giving hugs, the pressure of her body always making them feel safe. They giggled, trying to wiggle out of her grasp, however, they were no match for Susie’s relentless will to hug. She squeezed them tighter, moving onto her back. Kris tried their best to kick, but it was no use.
What pisses me off is when i'm doing my makeup, and i mostly do bold eyes and a bit of blush, cuz i like it bold, yk? and someone, usually my mom or my bestie who HATES the feeling of makeup, says "ohhh you don't need to wear makeup!! you're so pretty, there's nothing wrong with your face!"
I don't need to feel "ugly" to wear makeup. "Ugly" is a concept made by middle aged marketing executives in the 1950's to make women feel bad about themselves. You're allowed to not like things about yourself, and that's okay! I have things that i don't like about myself, but i accept them and just. move on!
I do it for creative expression, as most people do theirs. It makes me so sad that some girls think they need to wear makeup because they feel ugly.
"outline your essays, it makes it easi-" listen. i will write whatever comes out of my godforsaken brain, and you will enjoy it. i write when i want, how i want, and if it doesn't work, I KILL MYSELF
SPOILERS FOR THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EPISODE 9 OFFICIAL RELEASE!!!!! READ AT UR OWN RISK
I am not kidding when i say that this was the best experience of my life. I'm serious. It was such a beautiful moment of community in that theater 🥹
I went as gangle, with 6 of my other friends in a group as different characters (2 kingers, zooble, caine and bubble respectively) I met so many other gangles, and i got kandi and stickers!! I also made stickers to give out.
We all screamed SO HARD at the Jax bow scene, and the "REALITY IS GAY!" It was so funny lol!!
But the best part? ABSTRAGEDY. IS. CANON!!!!! We all were so excited and by we, i mean a theater of 300 PEOPLE.
A WORD OF WARNING FOR ANYONE WATCHING TOMORROW: Please be respectful with your noise levels. A stranger 2 seats down from me had a meltdown because of sensory overload :( I felt so bad that i didn't have my headphones on me for them :( I did nudge the people behind us to be a bit quieter for them tho :3 I went back after to check on them (If you're autistic you get it), and i asked if they were aight and they were, so that's good :) Their friend (partner? caretaker? idk) was really nice with them :D
Please be mindful about the folks around you, keep accessible aisles clear, and -please- don't SCHLURP your drink during literally THE JAX AND POMNI HUG SCENE *AHEM*-theonepersoninmygroup GEORGIA YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE-
I had a dream last night that my school's spring musical was a theatrical performance of danger days, and i got to play Kobra. I have long, red, curly hair and i don't know why i didn't play Jet but i mean... i'm not complaining
I'm 'pro-life". I'm pro- the life of a 10 year old getting an abortion because she was rped. I'm pro- the life of a woman with pregnancy complications who would die a horrible and painful death without ending pregnancy. I'm pro- the life of a woman who found in her 2nd trimester that her baby has defects that are incompatible with life, even with the most advanced treatments and surgeries. I'm pro- the life of a woman who is not stable or healthy enough to carry a full pregnancy. MY BODY. MY CHOICE. Abortion is healthcare, and the fact that we are even talking about banning abortion shows how far we've regressed in women's reproductive health rights.
Squatters' rights apply to grandmas. If someone's not visiting and looking after their grandma, but you will, after a set amount of time once you've settled in, that's your grandma now.
I tried to make an "I fought in the alberta rat wars on the side of the rats" shirt but i fucking burned the shirt. I don't even know HOW. The gods have a vendetta against alberta, and rightfully so
british universities: our building has existed since far before most modern nations. we have 300 hectares of unending forest. the dining hall is actually the quarters of a castle built in the year 934, and there was a legend that one time two witches were caught having sex in the bell tower and were so ashamed they turned themselves into garter snakes. we found a dead woman in the bell tower 200 years ago.
american universities: all of our campus buildings look like portable classrooms in an underfunded middle school, the dorms have actual mushrooms growing out of the tiles, and our engineering wing has 10ft thick concrete walls with no ounce of natural light. all of the nearby pharmacies are so short on zoloft because out students are so depressed that they have actually resorted to exorcism. that will be 100,000 dollars in lifelong debt please!!
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