I swear to Christ Jesus, or whatever god might actually fucking exist, if I ever turn out like my parents, I want to be beaten with the business end of a broken bottle.
Reblogging so that if and when I take a broken bottle to your head, you will have no complaints. <3
Thank you so much, but I don’t think that I’m very talented at all. I’m glad you enjoy it, hopefully I can start writing again soon. As a matter of fact, I do have a girlfriend. She’s the best.
I am so glad that I took time away from Tumblr to come back to such an adoring fan! As per your request though, I believe this explains everything.
That one chump with his ninetails
Look how protective my Ninetales is of me.
Why thank you, Anon. While I haven’t kept up on it recently I’m grateful people still enjoy it. I actually majored in Pre-Med/Pre-vet and I only took a few courses in writing, though I wish now I had taken more.
Also titled: My Last D&D Session.
Is it odd that I’m reminded of you by the smallest of things already? Take for example, when I go to shower when I wake up. I’ve mistakenly grabbed two towels for the both of us only to realize I’m alone. Or how on these now cold nights on my drive home with my windows down, I can smell distant fireplaces being used. I’m then brought back to us falling asleep in front of my fireplace as you tickle my back and I drift into sleep. Though, probably more than anything, you make your appearance the most when I get home at night. As I prepare myself an awesome meal, you know, one consisting of me melting cheese over something. Because that’s the extent of my cooking prowess. I remember the first time you had me help you cook, and how happy I was to do so. No matter how utterly horrible I am at doing so. So at night when I’m waiting for the microwave to melt cheese over stale chips, I want nothing more than to be with you preparing one of our ludicrous 3am snacks that toes the line of unhealthy. Because honeybunch, I want nothing more than to be with you.