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FRENCH FROG

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France

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REEEEEEE-

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England

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NO-

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Care? Should England care about this French fro-

H-

HYSTERICAL.

ENGLAND IS FRICKING HYSTERICAL A FRENCH FROG IS RUNNING AFTER HIM,

OH NO-

hostile work environment

a new year without you

(happy new year everyone!! 🥳)

btw i also made a vid edit with the song that inspired me to make this: here 🫶

what if you were SOME GUY and the first time you meet a famous superhero is when he KILLS HIMSELF and then you get KIDNAPPED and told you have to ADOPT HIS IDENTITY and your new girlfriend HATES YOU and your new arch nemesis is GAY and tries to KILL YOU because you’re not his REAL BOYFRIEND who he ALSO WANTS TO KILL

"Weird one out"

— Forgetting one's true self to find friendship.

There's something so sad about being alone, for the sole reason that you were different. You just can't seem to fit in, you try to blend in, compete in competitions to be seen, butt into group discussions, and replacing your humor and true self to be seen, heard, and most importantly; to avoid being left out.

"You're weird."

They laugh at you, of course as a joke. They think you're quirky, a bit out of place, and awkward. You're funny to them, you're finally seen, but as a joke. It's a bitter moment for you but that's okay, it really is. It's okay because they're friendly now, right? You're their friend now, you're a part of them, all you have to do is to be funny because that's what they want from you. You need to act on this comedic persona so you'll finally have friends, don't worry they'll eventually see who you truly are once they're comfortable with you.

But they don't.

Who the hell are you kidding? You're just a casual friend to them— no, you're just an acquaintance. Oh well, you'll find other groups to try and fit in, and then you did! The kids behind class are just as quirky as you so that means they'll understand, right? With the first few you weren't so lucky but this time is different. They're different, just like you.

But they don't like you.

You don't exactly fit their archetype of what is "quirky". Unfortunately you don't fit the aesthetic they were hoping for. Even to the smaller groups you don't fit in, because they've made up their minds on who and what they are as a person. They don't know the true you since you put up too many faces to hide what's beneath, you're weird not because you're you, but because you don't even know who you are anymore.

Everyone knows you differently, in the pursuit to find companionship you've created too many faces for only one body. Which one is your true face? Do you even know yourself anymore?

It's so lonely out here.

For my fanfic

For my fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/52134541