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i look insane following and liking every corner I go but I'm just hyperactive trust! (Also because it's sentomaru)
I happen to have been talking to a Kazuha bot and accidentally acquired ideas for a Kazuscara fic...
((Some information on what the fic would basically be about under the cut))
So... The story would pratically be:
It would be an AU in a way, a "what if" story of Kazuha meeting a Wanderer ((the one closer to how he acts on Simulanka that is));
The fic would also be about Wanderer finally telling someone else ((and trustworthy)) about his past and coming to forgive himself over what he did to the bladesmiths and shit;
Stuff get heated on accident lol. I blame the bot;
Kazuha and an oc of mine (because traveller wouldn't make sense) have been travelling together for a while before something lends them to finding Wanderer and end up taking him out to drink tea
Wanderer recognizes Kazuha after a while so he decides to have a solo moment with leaf boy to talk to him about... Stuff to do with his family... You get where I am going ya?
The rest is up to if I write the fic lol. Just know there may be a lil hot scene because the bot caused it and being a asexual bish I found it funny to indulge into that. It's not the main focus tho, so it doesn't really matter for me... Just know Kassachi will be the dom one...
Anyhow, that's it!!
creating drives me crazy my fingers are wiggly my brain is just a jello i try to create from nothing from void and i go insane i sit there with nothing just my two hands and red eyes and lose my mind over void, over the possibility of creating something from that void
nobody kicked me out of the kitchen so here's your meal.
A Walk In The Coal Forest
(random fanfic i needed to release from my notes)
1979
Today was a perfect day for Stanford. All his work was organized, he got to find another anomaly creeping around in his basement, and the weather was overall perfect.
Why not take a walk in the woods? he thought to himself. There was nothing else to do; (besides that one stack of bills from a week ago in the corner, but we don't talk about that.) He quickly grabbed his bag and headed out the door.
Just as he thought! The temperature was a nice 64°F and the sky was clear, with a few small clouds here and there. The trees swayed rhythmically as the wind blew up in the canopy.
Looking ahead, he saw the same path into the woods as he usually took. But, this time, the sun was shining on it in an angle that made it look...majestical. How he missed going on walks with...Never mind.
He shouldn't dwell on the past like that during a sunny day.
So, Ford headed down the path, a journal in his hand to document any discoveries on the walk. As he wandered down the path, he couldn't help but notice how...different the woods looked under the light. He hadn't really paid much attention to it in the past due to being busy with his studies, and-
Ah! Ford had tripped, and dropped his journal a few feet ahead of him. He was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice the upright root in his path. (He could have sworn he heard the sound of fabric ripping. Could be his trench coat, or just his mind playing tricks.) He stood up quickly, brushing himself off.
Something felt off. The dirt was a bit more muddier, the air was humid and the temperature feels way warmer than before, not to mention the weird smell that filled the air. The sounds of crickets echoed in the forest, unlike before of it being bird calls.
A strange (bird?) call filled the air, as a large flying creature flew overhead, stunning him. That could be a new anomaly! He thought to himself with excitement. Quickly, he grabbed his journal (Ick...the back was muddied up.) and sprinted towards the flying creature, only to realize...
The forest looked different.
The trees weren't the usual tall pine trees that towered over him, no. These trees were varying in height, some short and stubby and some tall and flowering. The bark of the trees are also weird, having scaly bark instead of...well, normal bark he was used too.
Suddenly, he realized something terrifying as he looked up to a very tall tree nearby. It all made sense. He wasn't in Oregon anymore, heck, not even the modern world!
The tree was a Lepidodendron tree.
He's in the Carboniferous period.
(based off that weird Lepidodendron tree meme or whatever)
Beg For It (part 3)
Jake Kiszka x reader
18+ only! Minors do not interact!
Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, oral sex, degradation, pegging, overstimulation, illusions to infidelity, etc etc
Can I just give a HUGE thank you for over 1K followers?!? I MEAN WTF??? I absolutely exist for you beautiful souls and I am grateful for your support always ❤️❤️❤️
The thing about Jake is this- the man knows exactly what he wants, and exactly when and how he wants it. He isn’t afraid to enact a little craftiness to get it, either...he’s the sweetest, slyest, con man you’ve ever been blessed to know. If he were even remotely capable of violence or cruelty, he would’ve made a mafia Don to put Corleone to shame.
The thing about you is this- you often forget that. Which, by default, leaves you vulnerable to being worked by your dear Jacob like a rube at a carnival.
“I would have, Sam.” You hear Jake quietly informing his brother in the kitchen. “I’d have fucked her straight through the wall of that bar if I could have. She had the softest looking hair I’ve ever seen...wanted to wrap my fingers through it while she...”
“Jesus, Jake.” Sam snaps, putting an end to the dirty details. “Spare me your shit before I go tell that lovely little girlfriend of yours what you’re in here running your mouth about. I don’t need those fuckin’ visuals in my head. Gross.”
“You mean like the visuals I had to deal with when you fucked that girl at your graduation party in my bed?”
“In my defense...” you picture Sammy crossing his arms over his chest as he so often does when called out by a brother. “Danny was passed out in my room. Plus, we were always on the road by then anyway, you hardly ever even slept there. That was fucking years ago, by the way, Jacob. Let it go.”
“You let it go.” Jake retorts childishly. Nothing like bickering with a brother to turn you into a nine year old.
You decide now is the time to put an end to your shameful eavesdropping and enter the kitchen. Just as you suspected, you find Jake leaned back against the fridge, back mashed against the pictures and take-out menus that live pinned there by the kitschy magnets you like to collect from the various places you visit together. Sammy, is propped against the kitchen sink, arms folded just as you’d pictured.
“Hello, Kiszkas.” You smile, shoving your anger down deep into a little jar inside you. You’ll unscrew the lid, and send it careening free as soon as the time is right.
“Hello, darling.” Jake grins, with a flashing twinkle in his eye that you can’t unravel the meaning of. Probably still lost in the daydream of pounding his cock into Little Miss Barfly Whore. That isn’t fair, you don’t even know her...but ask if you give half a shit.
“Don’t let me interrupt, darling.” You lend a snarky quality to the endearment and earn a quizzical glance from him. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to bed.”
Sam steals a peek at his phone. “But it’s not even nine o’clock?”
“I’m not feeling well.” You shrug, and allow it when Jake crosses the room to check on you with the back of his hand to your forehead.
“You feel normal.” He brushes your hair behind your ear with concern. Ducking away from his touch, you wave him off with a clipped. “Headache.”
Much more warmly, you drop a kiss on Sammy’s cheek and sink into one of his deliciously sweet, platonic hugs. “You stay as long as you’d like, Sam. If you’re here in the morning, I’ll make those veggie sausage link things you like.”
He thanks you, and off you go, praying, for the very first time, that he’ll leave.
When Jake finally finds you, you’re stretched out in bed, taking up much more than your fair share to signal how unwelcome he is. Face washed, teeth brushed, hair braided loosely down your back, you eye him over your book, mid page turn. “Can I help you?”
“No.” he shuffles around somewhat awkwardly, as if he’s searching for his bearings. “Are you upset with me?”
You close your novel and set it aside, taking your time before settling in to rake your gaze distastefully over him in the doorway. “Now why would I be upset with you? Have you done something wrong?”
A visible hum travels up the length of him, but he pretends it hasn’t. “Wrong?” his lips quirk into a miniscule grin. “No, and I resent the implication.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you resent.” You snap. Perhaps a bit more belligerently than you’d intended.
“Wow.” His eyes have widened as if you’re out of line, and it annoys you greatly. “What’s the problem, darling?”
“Darling?” You hiss. “I ought to make you genuflect at my fucking feet and call me your queen.”
“I’m willing to bet that that’s the first time in history genuflect and fucking have ever been uttered in the same sentence.” He laughs, sounding smug and slap worthy. Self-righteous fuck. “So you are mad.” He goes on. “Why?”
“Because you’re disturbing my reading with your incessant questions.”
He tilts his head with that obnoxious smirk plastered across his pretty face. “Is that all, darling?”
You still yourself completely, and pour every ounce of authority surging through your veins forth. “Get down on your knees, Jake. Right now. Right where you stand. Knees.”
Remarkably, he does as he’s told without qualms, almost as though he had been anticipating the directive.
“What if Mommy decides to just leave you there all night?” you hum softly, throwing the covers back to expose your bare legs to his hungry gaze.
“Then I guess this is where I’ll stay.” He concedes obediently, breath faltering in his throat when you spread your legs to reveal that you seem to have lost your panties.
Your hand slips down between your parted thighs to tease over your clit. “I’m so wet, Jakey...can you see it?”
He manages a nod, completely mesmerized by your cruel display.
“Do you want to taste me?” your fingers delve into your warmth, right down to the last knuckle. “Would you like to come over here and make me cum right on that pretty-girl face of yours?”
“Pretty girl face?” He questions shakily. “And yes, yes I definitely fucking want that.”
“I meant what I said.” You snap your legs closed in punishment. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen. I should put you in a skirt and make you ride my pink cock like the sweet little slut you are for me. You are, aren’t you? You’re Mommy’s sweet and pretty, pretty slut.”
He nods, but that isn’t good enough. “Say it.” You order, careful to keep your tenor calming and gentle, as if lulling him to sleep.
“I’m your slut, Mommy.” The sentence trembles out of him as he ventures his hand down to sneak a nudge against his likely aching cock.
“No, no.” you scold, still gentle and loving. “That isn’t what I asked. Tell me what you are.”
You’ve let him touch himself once, so he presses his luck and does it again. “I’m your sweet and pretty slut.”
“Yes, you are.” your legs spread for him once more in reward. “Why do you keep touching yourself? Is your cock hard?”
A deep, faltering breath lifts his shoulders momentarily. “As a rock.”
“Let me see.” you order so gently it could almost pass for a request, though he certainly understands that you aren’t asking.
His hands move to fumble with his belt, eyes on you with questions burning in them, he wants to be sure he hasn’t misunderstood, he doesn’t want to overstep.
“Mmm-hmm...” you encourage, circling your clit with a feathery sigh that makes him whine low in his throat. “Show me.”
He tugs it out of his jeans there in the doorway, on the floor, while you look on from your throne of a bed, holding it in his fist like a gift...an offering to his goddess.
“Lie down.” again, the dictation is issued softly, like a sonnet.
Confused, he moves to stretch out with his back to the carpet but you shake your head. “No, baby. I want your cock against the floor, hands above your head, eyes closed.”
He steals a flash of a glimpse at you, and like it’s the first time, you’re momentarily quieted by his beauty. Once he is positioned right, you allow a quiet moan to quiver over your tongue, knowing how badly he’ll want to see what you’re doing to yourself to elicit that sound. “Look at my beautiful Jakey,” you praise. “Laid out on the floor for me just because I asked. What if I came over and wiped my feet on you like a pretty little welcome mat?”
“I wish you would.” he breathes, clutching lightly at the rug below him, nuzzling his cheek into the plush pile. “I should be so lucky.”
Fuck. He is perfect!
“I want you to grind your cock on the floor.” the tiny gasp that hitches into his lungs as he listens makes you smile. “Move around until you find an angle that feels good, sweet boy, and then fuck your aching cock into the carpet for Mommy. Eyes closed, remember, and no hands.”
A strangled sound ghosts out of him as he begins to circle his hips around, searching for the position that feels best, a languid sigh escaping him when he finds it.
“There you go, baby.” you nod, though he can’t see you. “Look at you, fucking the floor. I adore you, but you’re fucking pathetic. You know who wouldn’t do this?” The lid on that jar full of rage twists off. “Sammy.”
A noise of shock and anger sounds out of him but you charge on. “If I told Sammy to get on the floor and grovel for me– and I would because he’s so fucking gorgeous and delicate– he’d probably snatch me up and fuck me into the wall, he’d make me grovel instead.”
He is angry, you can hear it in his response, but still he heeds your instructions and fucks the floor. “Stop.” One word, yet it carries the muted fury, hurt, and sexual tension, of a thousand.
“Oh,” you feign ignorance. “Does that upset you? That I want to fuck your pretty brother? That I’d like to climb into his lap and ride his thick cock until I don’t even remember you fucking exist? God, I bet he fucks like he plays, I bet he just...”
“Fucking stop!” he cries out, begging for mercy, yet still grinding away at the carpet. “I knew you were there, okay? I knew you were listening...I made it up so you’d get upset. I wanted the strap. I wanted my mommy.” The last bit rushes out in a hurry, as if he’s embarrassed by his admission.
It’s a little like a delicious physical blow, to hear that it wasn’t true, that he’d made up his desire for this phantom girl simply because he wanted this so badly.
“Jakey,” you soothe. “Sit up.”
He pulls himself up on his knees and you are met with the breathtaking sight of him, gorgeous and flushed, hard and leaking, panting and squirming.
“You can just ask for what you want, baby. I love this as much as you do, I don’t have to be upset to give it to you this way.” you assure him. “If you want my cock, just say so.”
A mischievous glint winks in his eye, “I want your cock, Mommy.”
Returning his wicked stare, you shake your head. “Well now you’re in trouble, sweet boy, so you’re gonna have to earn my cock in your ass.”
“Fuck...” the obscenity shakes out of him lowly.
“Come here.” you curl your finger, beckoning him forward as you rise to your feet next to the bed.
He moves to stand but you put a fast stop to it. “Hands and knees, now.”
Pitching himself forward, he moves across the room, crawling closer and closer until he waits at
your feet.
“You’re my good little baby aren’t you?” you praise, stroking his glossy hair. “My sweet boy, my pretty fucking slut.”
“I’m whatever you want me to be.” he whispers, leaning into your touch.
Your grip tightens in his hair and pulls his face to your core. “Be a good boy and eat mommy’s cunt...I want to cum.”
With a rumble deep in his chest, his face buries into your heat, sucking and licking like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to taste you as you stand above him like the judge, jury, and executioner.
When his tongue sweeps, hot and insistent, over the bud of your clit, a moan rolls past your swollen, parted lips. “That’s it, Jakey...” you nod, yanking him up closer to you. “You know just how I like it, don’t you? Aren’t you the sweetest thing for me?”
“Cum for me...” he begs, slurring the words as he sucks away at you. “Please? Right in my mouth? That’s all I want. I’ll go to sleep hard and desperate if it means you’ll let me taste it.” his hands run up the length of your thighs and sink into your hips. “I want it so fucking bad, mommy...let it go. All over my face. Please...”
His shameless begging, and the pressure of his grip digging into your skin, and his ungodly sinful tongue, sends you spiraling, and suddenly you’re fucking yourself against his mouth. Holding him still against you by his hair as you ride his tongue, chasing a desperation you hadn’t expected to feel tonight while you lorded your authority.
When you unravel above him, he proves louder than you are. Moaning and murmuring into you as you fuck his face...growling out feral sounds that make your skin prickle with heat. When you come down, you have to forcefully push him away. He fights his way back, tongue outstretched, searching for your trembling clit, until you have to swat at him, fingertips stinging against his wet cheek.
“On the bed for me, baby...” you hum, stroking the place you’ve just smacked.
He stares longingly at your still twitching cunt, then reluctantly climbs onto the bed after tossing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants.
“On your knees, Jakey.” you purr, trailing a single finger down the back of his thigh. “You’re gonna get what you wanted so badly now. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” he clutches at the sheets, nodding frantically into them. “Fuck me, mommy. Take care of me.”
A knot twists to life low in your belly as you listen to him beg and whine, tugging his boxer briefs down his thighs. “Relax for me, sweetheart.” You keep your voice quiet and calming as you lean in to drag your tongue over him.
“Shit...” he hisses, backing up closer to your mouth.
“Mommy knows what you need,” you promise, lapping over him slowly.
“Feels so good,” his words whimper out of him, and your cunt pulses harder with each one. He sounds like a needy angel.
You spoil him a little longer and then give him a gentle smack on the side of his thigh, “You stay right here, sweet boy.” leaning up you lick the shell of his ear and then hum into it. “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Jakey. Say thank you.”
He nods rapidly, and to your delight, his tongue slips out and licks over the pillow beneath him as if he’s just that tightly wound, in need of an outlet any way possible. “Thank you, mommy. You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”
Dropping your mouth closer to his, you lick into it, giving his wandering tongue a purpose. “You most certainly do deserve it, my love.” you insist on the pull back. “You deserve the world.”
He shudders and sighs your name, but you pull away, leaving him to sound out the quietest wails of desire imaginable...barely sounds at all– as you dig out the strap. A treasure amongst treasures, it waits quietly for such long stretches in between these nights, and once it emerges, you’re always a little shocked by how pleased you are to be reunited with it...the pretty pink accomplice that helps you reduce this beautiful man before you into a quivering puddle of euphoric release.
You’ve become adept at strapping it securely, and in no time at all, you are knelt behind him, dragging the tip, dripping with lube, in gentle circles over him as he pants and moans for more.
“I don’t want you to touch yourself at all...” you croon out, sweeping your free hand over the small of his back. “Mommy wants to make you cum. Alright, sweetheart?”
“Alright.” he sounds so small. Meek, even. But also, so fucking ready...there’s a hint of impatience in his submission, proving how badly he wants this, and how long he has waited.
“How long have you been waiting for this, baby?” you ask, slowly sinking just the tip inside him. He cries out softly, and it makes your thoughts cloud.
“Days.” he admits. “I didn’t know how to ask.”
It dawns on you that no matter what you say to him, this might be something that will never be easy for him to voice, so you do what you do best, you find a way to love him by making sure he always has what he needs. “Next time you want it, just take it out of the drawer and leave it on my nightstand. I’ll find it, and then I’ll know. Would that be easier for you than having to ask?”
You push in further and he nods through a gasp. “Much easier.” he sighs. “I love you so much.”
Deeper you slide in and opt for something a little easier on the heavy in reply. “Easier than me pretending I’d like to fuck your brother in retaliation for you making me insane with jealousy?”
He laughs quietly through a gasp “Were you that jealous?”
You bottom out and grab onto his hips, burying the strap inside him to the hilt. “I was fucking out of my mind. You’re mine.”
That is that last word on the subject, and to make sure of it, you begin fucking into him with long, smooth strokes.
“Yes, mommy...” he begs, thrashing his face back and forth against the pillow. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”
You keep a steady pace, giving it to him no harder, no faster...he said just like that, so that’s exactly how you’ll give it until he says otherwise.
Your hands map invisible trails over his back, soothing and encouraging him with your touch. “You’re taking it so well.” he has earned your praise, and then some. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty, baby...I’m dripping just watching you take my cock. Gorgeous.”
“Faster...” he sounds choked and desperate, dancing along the edge already. “Fuck me faster, mommy. Please, please.”
“That’s my good boy...” you bury your fist in his hair, yanking gently at the roots. It is warm and damp with sweat as you fuck into him. “Tell me what you want. I want you to have it.”
“So close...” he whines a trembling noise that you want to hear over and over and over. “Please make me cum. Fuck, please.”
So many pleases, all the begging, all the fucking begging...
His hands are pressed flat to the headboard for leverage, not bracing to fuck you back, but merely to steady himself so he doesn’t hurtle away too far from you with the force of your thrusts. The pressure of your bodies meeting causes a pleasant pressure against your clit as the base of the strap nudges against you, just enough to keep the frantic throbbing there bearable. And then he’s cumming...shooting all over the sheets below, moaning and crying out for you, arching and throwing himself back until you jerk him up straight by his hair. Fucking him harder, and without mercy, his back now pressed against your tits.
“Do it again for mommy.” you urge, teeth gripping his earlobe in punctuation. “Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, one more time.”
“I...” he trails off and drops the back of his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t.”
Reaching down, you find his cock rock solid still and burning to the touch. “Yes, you can. Give it up, Jakey.”
“It’s too much...” he’s whining and fidgeting, drunk with pleasured agony. “Please.”
There’s that word again.
“Again.” you coax, now sucking marks all along the length of his jugular, fucking and fucking and fucking him. “Behave yourself and do as mommy says.”
His hand moves to wrap around his cock as it bobs obscenely with your every thrust. “Don’t touch it.” you warn. “We did just fine before without your hand, we’ll do just fine without it this time too.”
A sentiment of protest creeps its way out of his beautiful lips, but you quiet him down with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He swallows aggressively, sending his Adam’s apple sailing against your palm, and for whatever reason, it makes you weak with need.
“Come on, pretty boy...” you borrow his word of choice for the evening. “Please?”
“Fuck...” he quakes against you. “Say that again.”
“Cum for mommy, Jakey.” your lips grace over his shoulder, no matter the silken strands of his hair that get caught in your kiss. “Please..”
His arm curls back to sink his fingers into your locks, pulling your mouth to his neck, begging you to suck him without a word. You give him what he wants, and his cock is flinging hot bursts of cum wildly the moment your mouth latches onto the side of his throat.
He falls apart loudly, and feverishly...rocking and writhing, calling for you as though you were a million miles away, begging for what he has already been given and thanking you breathlessly for it.
When he finds himself back on earth, you allow him to slump forward and catch his breath. Finally able to think straight once again, he asks so gently, so absolutely tentatively it makes you want to weep. “Do you need my cock, mommy?”
You feel like you haven’t enjoyed an orgasm in years, you’re so worked up, (though it was just a blink ago that you were riding his face), but you know how taxed his entire system must be. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” you smile, easing the strap out of him.
“Let me make you cum again.” a shiver thrums visibly through him when you pull out completely. “I can do it for you, I promise.”
He rolls over and pulls you closer, yanking at the straps holding your cock in place until they give way. “Sit on my cock, mommy. I know I can keep it hard for you a little longer.”
Listening to him beg you to ride him despite the fact that you know his cock is screaming for reprieve, sets your entire world on fire. “Fuck, Jakey...” you growl, sounding untamed and feral “You’re such a good boy.”
He nods and guides you down onto him, shuddering and nearly chewing holes into his beautiful lips as you begin to ride him hard and fast, fucking his cock as he fights to keep it from going soft inside you.
With rapt attention, you watch as two fat tears fall from his squeezed shut eyes, rolling down his temples to disappear into his hair.
“Are you crying, baby?” you taunt gently, pounding yourself down into his lap.
“It’s too...” he sucks in a sharp breath when you angel your hips. “....much. Please, mommy.”
“Please, what?” You taunt lovingly.
“Please cum...” his fingers are worrying bruises into your waist as they fight not to throw you off of his shivering cock.
“You first.” you know he can’t but you expect his reaction will be delectable.
He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes snap open beneath his sweating, furrowed brow. “No...I can’t. Please, please, please, please....”
The word begins to breathe out of him with every exhale and you let it guide you to your end, that beautiful pleading, you let it drag you under along with the head of his cock rutting against you just right deep inside.
The moment you collapse against him he shoves his hand between your sweaty bodies and pulls his cock free of your warm, wet grip with a sound you’ve never heard before, a sound that almost makes you yearn for round two...almost.
After a long, comfortable stretch of silence as you linger together in that breathtaking space only the two of you exist in, he rolls you off and tucks himself around you.
You know that soon the shower will be calling to you both, as will the kitchen for a cool drink, and maybe a shared midnight snack, but for now it is only you and Jake floating in the sea of each other.
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"the chipmunks on my dresser are holding a revolution, their tiny arrows get stuck in my feet
there, I wrote a tumblr post
are you gonna let me have tumblr now?"
- ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else,
✨️my mother✨️
the moment I start referring to asking if I can leave rehearsal early to work on things for the show at home as "asking for the day off" you know I should be getting paid
It's been decided
KR: drives the car
KP: has the funds
me: brings the vibes
and together we make
✨one whole adult✨
me: "Why are my pet peeves your favorite??"
KP: "tiny anger"
me: *malfunctions*
this should be here too
"I'm nostalgic for a place I'm still desperately trying to escape from" -me, trying to describe senioritis
me, holding up the pile of garbage I picked up from the auditorium: I'm going to commit a crime
M: ok
M: as long as I don't see it, it didn't happen
I trust this person with my children
The Walmart cashier watching me devour an entire lego set in front of them
I don't trust you anymore
Hey if you wanna be an evil DM roll D20 every turn and add 10 and make that the BBEGs AC for that turn of combat
we love being the stage manager and being gone the first full week of working on the show because of a fRICKIN C O L D
I'm dying-
someone- someone come put me out of my misery
I'm so upset
this time I get to be Jesper and Nina
the crows as things my friends have said, part 2:
kaz: "I should try that: dress all nicely and spread lies."
inej: "I do love throwing knives."
jesper: "Hey, I stole that fair and square!"
wylan: "I'm gonna cry about it for hours when I get home, but other than that it's ok."
nina: *someone complains about how many people are in the room* "It's ok because I look better than everyone here."
matthias: "You live and you learn. You live, and I learn how not to live like you."
KR: "that went from zero to arson real fast"
I've already opened 2 energy drinks today and it's only 2nd period... I don't drink energy drinks
this is true
hey guys remember that time when the entire tech/stage crew of the Music Man was sick right after the show last year cuz we worked ourselves to the bone in close quarters but refused to admit any of us were sick until the show was over
theatre kid problems
normal person: dang it! I'm sick, I guess I have to call into work to tell them I won't be there
theatre kids: IAMNOTSICK IAMNOTSICK IAMNOTSICK
me, walking into the costume room for the first time this school year: "It's like the first breath of fresh air in months!!"
The new fixation hit yall (ignore the completely different glasses it’s a long story)