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oh no cute picture and then bad fic happened???? im very rusty but here you go guys its rly short enjoy a fic about nine year old stupid boys being stupid the end
oh no cute picture and then bad fic happened???? im very rusty but here you go guys its rly short enjoy a fic about nine year old stupid boys being stupid the end
sdgsd im sorry anon i have no idea what avid is?
so um
no??
awww nah ur fine
dude, i know it feels like you’ll never get over it, or get over THEM, but trust me, you will
the best thing you can do is drive yourself into anything that takes your mind off it, and if you have to take a break from them, i’m sure they’ll be understanding about it
and if you stay optimistic i promise you’ll find someone who’s even better, because that’s exactly what happened to me!!
2spooky 4me
well, im glad i could help you somehow, even if its through my own misguided romantic exploits
keep your head high, and if you ever wanna talk, im here
i just realized i have 420 followers on my writing account

ok i wrote this on my main account but it got an unexpected amount of notes so im puttin it on here
tmnt 2012 raph/april drabble with the prompt: smoking
sure thing doll :3
ok 4 u
there is some johndave also but you can pretend it's something else just replace john with another person idgaf
You know you should be embarrassed, considering the fact that you’ve sort of inexplicably transformed into wet-dream fuel for the most notoriously grody anime fetishizers, but you’re not. For whatever reason, you think you can actually pull off the whole “whoa shit im suddenly a partial furry” look. Particularly because it’s really hard to be resentful when getting scratched behind your ears feels this good. John’s gonna give you hell for this later, you know, but you’re willing to risk his tendencies to be a complete prick in favor of sprawling out over his lap, skinny tail (yes, you have a fucking tail now, get with the program already) curling over your midsection.
“You’re making a really stupid face right now,” John reminds you helpfully.
You try to say something like “look at how much i fucking care about that oh are you looking prepare to be amazed by the mind boggling amount of fucks i simply do not give”, but your tongue has more or less turned to mush. The only sound you are capable of making is a deep, hearty rumble from back of your throat.
John cracks up, scratching harder. “Oh man. You’re totally purring like a pampered little pussycat or something.” He leans over you, grinning. “You are so never living this down.”
Instead of trying to reply a second time, you settle yourself more comfortably in his lap and continue to smirk contentedly, making it more than apparent that you still don’t actually care what he says or does, as long as he doesn’t stop scratching you there.