The frustration hadn’t worn off. Or the embarrassment, but frustration was easier to chalk it down to. Everything for the past few days was just small inconsistencies piling up on top of each other to make Quackity’s life more difficult.
The fly didn’t help. Gods the fly did not fucking help at all. It wasn’t even his fault! So what, he got low and didn’t notice a stupid fly? How was he supposed to know a fly could kill him.
While he thought to himself his frustrations he hadn’t even noticed what he left on the stove was beginning to burn. Not until the a smokey smell rapidly filled Bad’s kitchen. It was enough to draw Quackity from his thoughts, shrieking at the pan on the stove and panicking a bit longer than he should have.
Quackity nearly tripped trying to get the pan off the stove, and by the time he did the contents were unrecognizable. Every feather stood on end. From behind his wings flapped as he hands slipped down his face. “God fucking dammit!”
Pasar tiempo contigo es lo mejor de mi día, me hace muy feliz saber que cuento contigo y que lo nuestro es real. Tal vez no sea duradero, pero lo deseo con todo el corazón. Te amo, gracias por llenar mi vida de buenos momentos y alegrías, te has convertido en alguien fundamental en mi vida.
Tienes una mujer que te ama como jamás había amado, la cual daría todo porque tú estés bien y sin importar qué tan difícil sea, yo siempre voy a querer estar contigo… ❤️🩹
Dámelo, lo necesito. eso que es mi único vicio, dámelo y calma este deseo y estas ganas, dámelo aun de mala gana y es que esos besos aun con sabor a mentiras y engaños saben dar placer y amor a este corazón moribundo.
Oh santo cielo, sento già lo scalpitio di dita "indinniate" sulle tastiere, e boomer indispettiti più per Paola che parla di razzismo subìto, che per i razzisti che l'odio lo infliggono.