my darlings, Arthur and Jenny TT
these two are from my Webtoon Carrot-Head
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Maybe in another life we can sit next to each other in class again,
Completing assignments.
And I wont have to hold on to the memories of the last time,
When you wore your glasses and I brought my pens.
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233: Demise never tasted that good.
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You’d show me places that were special to you, but you brought everyone there so it wasn’t really that special. I still stared at you with doe eyes and a smile that’s never been wider. You never smiled, you rarely laughed, but when you looked at me after parking your Alfa you said you felt you could tell me anything. You never told me much. We just sat in your car for years listening to music, talking in short bursts, and falling in love with ideas.
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Started to hangout with this guy I used to crush on in public school hard, then havnt seen him in atleast 10 years or more. Crazy how fast time flys. Especially when your just soaring thru.
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“Tammy Thompson,” says Robin, voice choked.
“But Tammy Thompson is a girl?” says Steve, feeling the full effect of Russian drugs and not seeing what Tammy Thompson has to do with him being rejected right now.
“Steve.”
“Oh.”
So maybe he does see what Tammy Thompson has to do with him getting rejected right now.
Ok.
“Did you OD over there?” fear is audible in Robin’s voice.
He steels himself.
“You know… I was never looking back. At Tammy, I mean.”
“That doesn’t really- Thanks, I guess,” Robin sighs.
“No, I- hm. I wasn’t looking at Tammy because… because Eddie Munson sat in front of me in Ms Click’s class.“
“Steve?” Robin looks confused, but there is a hesitant kind of hope blooming on her face.
“And he always wore those rings, you know? And they’d, like, shine in the light. And he had all those fucking chains so even when he managed to shut the fuck up, he was never quiet and- and- fuck. “
“Steve.” Robin’s eyes are wide, understanding dawning on her face.
They sit, facing one another across a bathroom stall, smelling of blood, sweat and vomit. They aren’t alone anymore.
They never will be again.
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some doodles of the Fantastic 4 at the pool!
Characters are from my Webtoon, Carrot-Head
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One hell of a butler-
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