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parkermarshall:

it’s creepy and weird in a good way. and you’re better than me so i can’t really judge it XD

no stop no I’m not.

karmin-mairie:

i’m no expert at writing, but i liked it! i could picture everything in my head, as i read each detail. :)

Ahaha, THANK YOU ;A;

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katherinemiles asked: Oh yeah, I'll tell you something I think you'll understand. When I say that something I wanna hold your hand. I wanna hold your handI wanna hold your hand. FISH FISH. I'm singing you love songs because I love you. Marissa and I were talking and I was like yes, I should do this. So I did.

I just logged in to this account.

You people omg. <3 <3 <3 

My love for y’all is like a pedophile - it knows no boundaries.

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messwiththebull replied to your post

i love you fish.

Good.

But I hate you for that one thing. 

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tabbycrowe:

reglob but idk

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emy-potter:

Emy gave Tabby a wide grin and then, he ruffled her hair, feeling the soft strands of it under his palm. “Don’t worry about me, Tiny Tabby. You can keep your sweater. It’s not that cold.” Actually, it is really cold. He is just wearing a sleeved Hollister shirt, the kind that doesn’t really protect you from cold, but Emy don’t mind at all.

He wondered what caught Tabby’s attention. Emy looked at the area where the light from her phone is pointing. For a moment, he can’t make out the what was in there. Something small with tiny legs crawled towards his way, and then he realized what is it. Cockroach. The fuck? Cockroach?A fucking cockroach!

His adrenaline went into spasm as the tiny little creature freaked every little matter in his body. Every time he sees a cockroach, a unpleasant tingling sensation will run over his body, the same sensation he felt when his twin played a prank him. They were eleven and Emy woke up from a dreamless with hundreds of cockroach all over his bed and body. He never talked to Jon for a week, and to how did Jonathan get those cockroaches, he don’t have any idea.

“No. No. No. Nooooooooo!” He bellowed, he took a few steps backwards and knocked down three canvass stand. “Get that filthy little freaky creature away from me!” Emy went nuts, screaming, cursing, running in the dark and then he finally jump over the nearest desk. He hold onto it like his life depends on it.

Emy looked at Tabby. His fear for cockroach blurry his vision, or was it tears? His mind is too weak to process anything at that moment. “What you’ve seen tonight, will remain stuck in this room.” Emy said, trying to stop his lips from trembling.

She jumped at Emy’s screeching in reaction to the bug, startling off the desk with a clatter. With wide eyes she watched as he crashed and ran around to avoid the tiny thing – though alarming, the sight was a little laughable and she found herself letting out a titter of a giggle, feeling guilty but still. She covered her mouth to hide her amusement, giving him a look of sympathy as he clung to the furniture like a drowning cat to a ship.

“No, of course not.” At least she knew she’d try her hardest not to, agreeing to hide his embarassment – she wasn’t at all malicious. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

At that the lights flickered, a crash of thunder to emphasize – she blinked, not expecting the electricity to return so soon but nonetheless grateful. Still jumpy and unadjusted, the bright lights of the classroom sent a sharp throb into her head – another long night it would be. She looked at Emy, not hiding her wide grin this time, however, “It looks like we won’t starve tonight, after all.”

(Source: tabbycrowe)

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emy-potter:

Chance. That word echoed on his mind, making some memories slip out from the little hellhole from the back of his. Memories of how many times he gave people chances and they all burned them. Chances are something that is earned, not impose. “Chance,” He snorted. “You can’t just give chances to people, Tiny Tabby. Most people are fond of taking advantage of what you can give to them. Better safe than sorry, I guess.”

Emy’s gaze followed the light from Tabby’s phone. “A lightning probably hit an electricity post or something. The storm is really horrible.” He took a glance outside the window, heavy pouring of the rain, lightning dances everywhere, thunder growls like a mad lion. In that state, no one would dare to come out and found what will be the reason of power outage, what more fixing it. “Most likely, will be stuck here until tomorrow morning.” 

He giggled at Tabby’s random rambling. It’s usually awkward when other people ramble in front of him, but with Tabby, Emy find it amusing. “I wouldn’t mind being stuck with you here for days as well, Tabby, you’re a pretty cool company.” Emy said, smiling at her. He can’t believe that he said that to Tabby without having sexual fantasies with her. “But you are right, we could starve, and that’s not good.” Emy could already feel his stomach his stomach making Borborygmi sounds. It was noon time since the last time he ate. 

“Jer, where are you, bro? I’ll go tell the yellow turtles to come and get you.” His  voice rang in his head. He stood still and stared into the dark, trying to figured out if he’s around or just talking to him through sending him telepathic message. “It will rain boots, bro. You gotta run.” Oh great he’s high. If only Emy could knock his brother out using his mind, he would. He sighed heavily and then, tried to bring himself back to the art room again. He put his hands on his mouth and blow it, trying to warm his hand using his breath. “Don’t you feel cold or something?” Emy asked Tabby.

Better safe than sorry. Better safe than sorry?

It frustrated her that people would continue to demonstrate such cowardice at such a consistent ratio but she learned her lesson the first time around and kept her mouth good and shut, preventing from vocalizing her opinions on the situation. Besides, she could hardly blame them – more would prefer to distance rather to hurt feelings. Though, like a waning tide, the foul doubt washed away with a smile at his compliment – it was easier to forget unwanted conflict through friendly, peaceful, chatter.

She looked at him cluelessly and gave an amiable shrug, unaware of the cold – she was the one with the cold hands, a poor circulation on her part and this was far from what she considered as ‘cold’ since she was used to much worse. “I’ve got my sweater and I don’t really feel the cold.” Watching him with wide-eyed concern, as he tried to warm chilled fingers, “Though, if you’re cold you can have my sweater? I don’t really mind.”

With sharp ears she heard a little scuttling in the direction behind them – the metallic scraping sounded like something in the sink. Inside she hoped it was a rat – gods please let it be a rat even if it meant that the school was in need for better care. A rat was far better than a centipede or a millipede or who knew what else could exist – her imagination cooked up things with multiples of legs and eyes and teeth. Tabby knew full well that they couldn’t hurt her (usually) but that didn’t make them any less… skin crawling. As she waited for a response, she shone the light over in that direction casually, hoping to scare off whatever lingered there.

(Source: tabbycrowe)

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charliebecker:

wat

Hold on

okay

so

I can ship you my actual physical copy, because I have the book on my kindle as well.

But I broke that shit. Idk how tho. I think I left it in the cold for too long and it won’t unlock now lol probably not but idk.

Oh I thought there was some sort of Kindle magic that allowed you to apparate books or something. But you should get that looked at.

And.

I live in Canada. 

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