its a silent hill nurse π
realizations were made today
wow sal truly gets me
salad fisher salsa fish wawaswawaewawawawa look,, look at this BEETLE i found OUTSIDE what should we name him
"Hm... How about Jared?"
happy stims
i just read the worst SF fanfic of my fucking life, it was so bad i couldnt put it down
JESUS CHRIST
I know what you are
(you know who I am)
I just fell to my knees
@sjsjsjsjsjs12 HERE SORRY
BABAHAHAHHAHHA
Bazinga
I cast TESTICULAR TORSION! hopefully you will reconsider referencing sheldon cooper in my presence next time
heey! could you write something with cg!sal fisher pls??
HII!! Ya!! Iβd love to :] π«Άπ«Ά
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hey btw, I see Sal and the area he lives in as very Midwest emo, small town USA core. so youβll def see hints of that
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β’ unironically says βradβ
β’ lets Larry babysit ofc ofc
β’ very chill, maybe a lil too chill
β’ very protective at times
β’ he loves to paint his littles nails
β’ chronic hanger of drawings on the fridge
β’makes up songs to get his little to do things like shower, sleep, brush teeth, ext.
β’ prefers quiet over loudness
β’ loves to watch old 90βs cartoons with his little
β’ he loves to take his little out and walk around town with them, Larry joins sometimes too.
β’ big user of bad words :,) (but never at his little)
β’ very good at handling overstimulation and meltdowns
β’ uses names like baby, honey, gorgeous, handsome, sweetheart, kiddo, squirt,
β’ heβs always nervous to let his little see his face without the mask
β’ always smells like roses
β’ loves to pick you up on his shoulders and swing you around in his arms
β’ has a box of Polaroid photos of his favorite memories of you and him
β’ hums you to sleep
β’ makes you costume stuffies ((they are very ugly but he tries))
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life after accepting iβm a controversial little cunt ౨ৠβqΛ
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