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I’m Rolling Here || Open
Babs wheeled herself down the sidewalk, latte in her cup holder, and purse sitting in her lap. She was about to check out a new tech store when she was quite literally brought up short.
Yes, the store did have a ramp up to it, but it was the kind businesses put up because they have to. It wasn’t really useable. The lip to wheel onto it was too high and the ramp angle just a bit too steep to be wholly safe.
“God damn it,” she cursed under her breath as she stubbornly tried to wrestle herself and her wheelchair onto the ramp.
One last try sent her latte flying from the cup holder and onto the sidewalk.
“Oh shit, sorry if I got any on you!” she said as she realized there were others in the impromptu splash zone.
Never let them
Put our fire out
Just keep burning
Like a wildfire
Did a flip in front of someone earlier and they just shouted "SLAY GAY BOY! SERVE!!" and I don't know how to even begin to react to that.
I think the guy running your company is doing fireworks. Did he invite you?
“No fire works are a waste of time if I wanted to see something explode I’d send out a bomb.”
Tumblr was a mistake. This is NOT a safe space.
GUYS WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THE VIGILANTES HAVE ACCOUNTS??? Lordddd end me now 🙏🙏
Is somebody gonna match my freak? 🤔 (suddenly being overwhelmed with guilt and crying so hard I throw up)
As Hermes was out of the house with Carpophorus, someone comes up to him casually.
“…Hey kid. An angel, huh? I could help you make a few quick bucks with it…”
@magichuntingingotham
“He’s my son.” *Hermes sighs and moves putting Carpophores more on his chest and he moves his hood down* “I have more than enough money.”