Scar, after jokingly attacking Scott: nooo I can't do a cabin buddy like that 😢
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Scar, after jokingly attacking Scott: nooo I can't do a cabin buddy like that 😢
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Dear God, anyone will do really I don't care whoevers available rn, pls rid me of theses troublesome headaches. You see there's this old man and I need to write porn of him. Pls he needs it- wait don't go listen
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god i wanna draw women
Wonderful, just what I always wanted
This was odd. Though death never paused for the passing of time, to have someone unexpected knocking at the mortuary's main door without calling first was-- Emile emerged from the lower level. The knocks echoed louder. He was still fully dressed, having been awake for at least thirty hours at this point. "Who is it?"
The doctor stood at the door, cold, drenched, confused. It had been raining, and he hadn’t felt rain in a long time and these circumstances were.. Extraordinary. He had very little recollection of things, minimal memory of who he was. He had a name, he knew his profession but.. Other than that he wasn’t quiet sure who he was.
He didn’t know why it felt wrong to be here, why knocking on this door made him uneasy. He felt as if he was supposed to be dead, someone else beyond the living but at the same time.. He also enjoyed this. It felt like he hadn’t breathed fresh air in several hundred years. Which was weird
Seeing as he was thirty six years old. At least, that’s what he remembered, however his memory was failing him as he can’t remember what he’s done for the past thirty six years, only that he was a certified doctor born in england with the name Silas Philostrate Radcliff.
Yet.. He hated his last name. He sighed as he stood at the door, listening to the voice of the man who called out. Of course they wouldn’t let a stranger in! Americans were so untrusting these days..
“I’m sorry to bother you sir, I’ve.. I’ve been out in the rain and quite frankly I have no clue where I am..!” Silas said quickly, glancing away. He had a partial 8ball fracture on his right eye, well.. Left when looking straight at him. But it was his right. He didn’t remember how he got it or why it was there, but right now, with no shelter or money he needed the kindness of a human. Even if the gesture was for malicious purposes.
// just in case you don’t see this @goodspiritradio
SAME I'm 5'1 and I feel so fucking dumb especially since everyone in my family who is a guy is over 6'0 and all of my friends are tall, I just feel like everyone sees me as a 12 year old little brother even though I'm a decade older than that
AHHHHH YES im constantly mistaken for being 14-16 years old and my younger brother is always assumed to be older than me it drives me nuts
the worst was when i went on a date w another guy and he was like 3ft taller than me :)))) it just really fucks w my head, i feel like this tiny useless being among giants idk