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Me: *through tears* Fucking superb, you funky little toon.

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Spinel: *squeaky toy noises*
Me: *through tears* Fucking superb, you funky little toon.
Aaaaaa I hate that there's a 600 word limit on my psych final. I have a lot to say and am not good at being brief and to the point! Plus we're required to cite four sources and I wanna actually address them all instead of just referencing one phrase. Idk how to cut it down any more... I've already done so much rewording and trimming and I'm so close to being over the limit but I still have a paragraph to write!
@mallorydrakkethenanny (cont. from here)
José had no idea of any of Mallory’s struggle. He had just happened on her as she was standing up, then, in a daze, it seemed, she started struggling to stay up before finally collapsing. Towards the hard ground. He was surprised that he was even fast enough to make it up to her, if he were frank with himself.
After that close call, he briefly tucked his hands under the duck’s wings to hike her back up onto her feet, then sat her back down into her seat, taking the one next to her. She was light. Very, very light.
“Come, come, sit down.” His voice was a bit hushed, just in case it was a headache that Mal was suffering through. But now, he was starting to fear for something else. “How do you feel? Can I help you?”
And here again some fanart because I still can’t get over it.
Also smol Jake
Oddfellows
asking for death rn
What’s going on here? :0
“I-I’m not sure! I didn’t take a flight back home! Wha-“
*A sudden shiver goes through Fay, closing her eyes as a gust of wind flies across the alleyway, stopping suddenly with a thud noise. She reopens them to find, a mass of black standing in front of her. The mass was in the shape of a woman, barely taller than her, long hair, and the only feature in color and not completely shadow covered, were her eyes. Rouge colored eyes, swirling with madness.*
“.... Golly! You’re a hard one to find, y’know? But, the cat always catches the mouse in the end, eheheHE!”
??? Is Temporally Open For Asks
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Ah yes, love feeling bad for making self indulgent things, fun times, even better with my horrible mental state as of late, fucking superb
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