abc to adopt me no take backs no regrets no drowning no dropping me into a ditch no leaving me no gaslighting just joy and whimsy please

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abc to adopt me no take backs no regrets no drowning no dropping me into a ditch no leaving me no gaslighting just joy and whimsy please
“ i’m all for it, don’t get me wrong ” a chuckle, set between a sip of cheap, warm beer. the rumble of the worst band you’ve ever heard comes from inside. a backyard lined with leather and spikes and chains and boots. and yet, here’s nancy. “ but you just never struck me as the type who would make an appearance to somethin’ like this. ”
@impulsepost / call.
@impulsepost sent: “You’re safe here. I know it’ll take you a while to believe it, but you are.”
Nancy’s right. It’ll take an eternity for Jay to believe that safety is part of their reality. Currently they sit on the bed - it’s too comfortable, this is wrong - gaze drifting around the room. Why anyone would want them as their kid is beyond them. A broken down, half nonverbal teen with a cane. It screams ‘charity’ to them. Just like Dr. Owens taking them from their parents, but not putting them in the lab was meant to be.
Well, this feels less insidious at least.
How are they meant to react now? All bits of their developing identity are gone. The art, the records and tapes, their favorite bunny plush, it’s all in a junkyard probably. Oh; shouldn’t have thought about it. Tears that previously protested not being shed now fall. A lump forms in their throat. Nancy must think they look pathetic. In an attempt to cover everything up, Jay turns to the window.
“Is. . .” No thought comes to save them. The buried sadness is too great. Fingers dig into palms before Jay finds anything worth saying. “ Can I get art supplies?”
“ nance, i love you ‘n’ all, but sometimes you just get this look like you’re about to drag me into the worst situation of my life ... ” he’s spraying cheez - whiz into his mouth, following it up with a handful of crushed up pringles. through a mouthful of an ungodly midnight snack : “ ... and you’re kinda givin’ me that look right now. what are you about to get me into ? ”
@impulsepost / call.
@impulsepost Nancy's only 5'4".. --
Height comparison meme
Nancy 5'4 & Trevor 6'1
A smol and tol
HOLLY SHIT FRIENDOS!!!!
There are 101 of you guys!!! Wow. Just noticed. ..... not gonna lie I have no clue why most of you are here but if its about the fanfic part 10 will be done as soon as art block and life stop being cunts.