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A little something I made when I couldn't sleep ☆
These artworks are so shetty :')
I'm so out of practice...
I am also sooo freaking behind on my artworks and collabs because of my busy schedule and lack of motivation + art block :(
I'll try best posting more art soon! T-T
Current visual representation of how I feel trying to render for the first time:
This unfortunately happened :P
Curently watching the last episode of Criminal Minds… (season 15)
This tv show is breaking my heart in little pieces again and again💔
Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)
Family First
"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"
[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]
Word Count: 0.8K
Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.
I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.
It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.
He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldn’t stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddy’s room and the bathroom. He couldn’t hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his father’s room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.
He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, “What’s wrong, buddy?” He asks worriedly. He didn’t know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. “I- i threw up,” he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldn’t say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.
“Buddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "It’s not your fault, ok? I’ll go clean it up. You just stay here.” Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.
After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.
"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.
Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.
Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)
Stuck in The Sheets
"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"
[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.
Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!
It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.
Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.
"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.
You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?
He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?
You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...
"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.
He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.
It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.
Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.
Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.
Kiss Under the Mistletoe
"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."
Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader
Word Count: 1.1K
Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.
Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.
A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.
After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.
You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.
Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?
Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.
Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.
What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"
You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.
"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.
Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.
You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.
He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?
I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.
It's horible I hate it
I wasted soo much time on fixing it
It still looks like shit
i will forget the sound of your voice one day, but i already have. it’s been 3 years and i’m forgetful. never will i hear you laugh or say good night again. i strain the muscles in my brain just trying to hear something similar to you. i hope ill remember one day but truth is, once something like that is forgotten its not something you can undo.
AINT NO WAY YALL I BROKE MY FOOT IMA CRY 😭
Oh not to mention I made a new friend(who I have a crush on but we're not getting into that dm if you want to know)if being told and "warned about me"that I'm a violent abusive person
Isn't my life just great😍😍😍
Okay so apparently I'm a mean abusive horrible person now 😍😍😍
Don't you just love when people attack you cause your stop being friends with them
And don't you love when the person attacking you wasn't even involved like me and her were good but I stopped being friends with you friends(one wrote a note to me that was just mean things about me and the other had been a bad friend since the 1 grade)
Don't you just love that for me😍😍😍😍🤩🤩
How u doing today alsooo do u do those things were anonymous people can clam an emoji? If so can I be ⭐️
not too great actually bc i thought i posted the next ch of IBLD and This is me trying and i was so confused as to why no one liked it only to find out TUMBLR DELETED MY SHIT AGAIN
but yeah ofc you can be ⭐️
I'm not dead, just trying to figure out how to become a streamer
What would yall do if you had a younger sibling who hates you, calls you fat and smelly, pretends you don’t exist, hits you, calls you names, and is alltogether toxic but you still have to live with them?
Am I in the wrong for giving them the cold truth and saying that this is how they’re going to lose friends? That some of the people I know have lost friends for being this way?
I don’t know what to do about them anymore. And then my momma is yelling at being for being rude to them. Like, they’re being worse to me. I get that it’s wrong, but she never addresses their horrible behavior.
And she gets mad at me for being in my room all day, on my devices. Like, Im sorry, but I don’t want to be around people who treat me like that. This place and many others are my escapes. None of my friends or family know about this account. (Exception of one sweet girl, @celestiva, we love her <3) and this really is my sweet escape from life.
Sorry for venting. I usually stay away from this type of stuff, but it’s been eating me alive.
Had a dream about a REALLY awful Deltarune movie adaptation. Dont remember much but i do remember:
Kris was un-they/them-ed. they gendered the non gendered protag
Dark worlds were just ??? Not a thing ??? The events of the game still happened but not in a dark world for some reason
THEY GOT RID OF LANCER. MY BOY.
Ralsei was reduced to “annoying nerdy sidekick of the Super Cool Protagonist”
The elevator scene in ch1 where susie joins your party was instead susie confessing her love to Kris. In ch2 she was transformed into a good feminine girl by the power of heterosexual love (ew ew ew eugh ew)
In ch2 Berdly goes to save Noelle instead of Susie and they ended up together
Someone tell my subconscious to never inflict this vision upon me again
If there’s one thing I’ve seen more in the Sam and Max fandom than any other, it’s seeing people draw the main duo in the most well-drawn cutesy lovey
situations and right there in the words above or beneath them is “I Hate Them So Much” like yeah I get feeling conflicted over their questionable morals while relating so hard to them. (So feeling morally torn ended up mattering less and less to me the more I thought about it) but hating them? (Although if it’s an affectionate hate, that that’s valid and I feel ya. I just think it would be way better if you put a heart next to that message or something.
Take this all with a grain of salt, I’m just spit-balling.
I'm not ignoring you, please know that.
I'm not leaving to spite you.
I Leaving for the benefit of MY mental health.
Why does everything I do count as ignoring you when you hate Me?
You agreed with him, but neither of you want to hear me out.
Stop thinking this is about you, it's distracting you from people you like.
What am I supposed to do...
I'm terrified of getting better.
The idea of focusing on myself scares me.
I'm trying so hard to get better but I'm making myself worse.
But fuck it, I'll comfort you.
Even though you're forcing yourself to pretend you like me as though you owe me something for crying while my mom called the cops that night.
Even if I'll never be able to forgive myself for being so fucking selfish.
How dare my mother take me out of school because it's been negatively affecting me and the only reason I even went was to see my friends.
Friends.
The people that hate me.
The people that couldn't care less.
The people that wish I were dead.
Fuck it.
I'll comfort you.
When no else bothers to think about how fucking guilty I feel for even fucking breathing, fuck it.
Fine.
It's not your fault.
You're not alone.
You're not selfish.
I don't hate you.
I thought...
Nevermind.
You deserve to live.
You deserve to be happy.
You deserve good friends.
You don't deserve to have me hanging around and overstating my brief welcome.
I'm sorry for manipulating you into being my friend. God, I'm so sorry.
I want you to forget about me.
I want you to stay with people who help you.
I want you to stop wasting time on me.
I'm a hopeless bitch.
I'm a waste of time.
So stop it.
Please
I'm so sorry.
I should never have been so fucking selfish.
Because I'm not special.
And things won't get better for me.
I deserve the shit they throw.
I deserve to be isolated.
I deserve for them to hate me.
To wish I were dead.
Can't say I blame them.
You can get better.
And I hope you do.
I'm sorry.
what if magical girl transformations were just shitty powerpoint transition effects
how am i supposed to live now that ive finished this. how does one ever recover from this feeling of emptiness.
ofc i picked chloe in case that wasnt obvious.
i was NOT PREPARED FOR CHAPTER FOUR OF LIFE IS STRANGE, I WAS JUST GONNA PLAY A LITTLE VIT AND SUDDENLY IM HIT WITH PAIN AND SUFFERING AND MORE PAIN AND MORE SUFFERING
i was NOT PREPARED FOR CHAPTER FOUR OF LIFE IS STRANGE, I WAS JUST GONNA PLAY A LITTLE VIT AND SUDDENLY IM HIT WITH PAIN AND SUFFERING AND MORE PAIN AND MORE SUFFERING
(I don’t own this picture btw) DUDE IM ON MY PERIODS AGAIN TWO TIMES THIS MONTH WHATS GOING ON
Our Red Turban...
wow, i jst ruined another friendship
should i jst kms atp yall?
welp
were getting to the point where im ghosting ppl i love n care abt again
fuck
(chat, is it weird that i feel an attempt coming?)
me when i promise i wont kms but my 20 minutes of happiness pass n i wanna do it again:
THEY REPLACED ME
theyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedmetheyreplacedme
they said i was their favourite
they said they loved me
they said that IM their number one
WHY DID THEY REPLACE ME
DID I JST MEAN NOTHING TO THEM
DID THEY JST LIE THIS WHOLE TIME
IF THEY WERE TELLING THE TRUTH, HOW DID THEY REPLACE ME SO EASILY
am i rlly that replaceable?
