comicsandslushies replied to your post: NOPE! FUCK YOU! I SHALL STAY AND MELT IN MY FLAT…
Can you get someone else to kill it? That’s what I always do.it’s 22 minutes past midnight and michael’s at work. i have trapped it under a bowl and then piled about 6…
fic it is! :D
comicsandslushies replied to your post: NOPE! FUCK YOU! I SHALL STAY AND MELT IN MY FLAT…
Can you get someone else to kill it? That’s what I always do.
it’s 22 minutes past midnight and michael’s at work. i have trapped it under a bowl and then piled about 6 huge books on the bowl. so he can deal with it when he comes home. i’m now hidden in my bedroom. terrified.
NOPE!
FUCK YOU!
I SHALL STAY AND MELT IN MY FLAT WITH THE WINDOWS CLOSED THEN!
NOPE!
SPIDERS.
FUCK YOU
NOPE!

Remember when I used to be able to fill people’s prompts instead of sitting here coming up with huge complicated fic ideas for Yj? Whoops. Prompts first, I swear.
[[ Listening to ten billion dubsteps. Wanted to draw Braces in full blown Riddler mode. jadskuhfksdf ]]
I am so excited for Saturday.
Not only are Michael and I going to Expo in London for all our comic needs (and I’m getting my Arkham City Riddler figure finally!)
but then in the evening we’re having a date.
Watching Eurovision!

I am pathetically excited for this!
Aaaaaaaa!!! Brace face be careful!!!
Aaaaa I love my anons!!!
He knows it’s not rocket science, it’s not a big deal at all really, but he just can’t seem to convince his body to pick up the phone. Yj scowls at the stupid machine from the sofa, glaring at it and wishing he had the courage to pick it up, dial the number and say what he wants to say. But he’s not sure what he’d even say. His mind is torn between ignoring them all and pleading for their attention. There’s only one he could really call to ask for help, only one that he could feel safe talking to about his problems. Detective is the only one he thinks will listen as he tries to explain how he thinks his head is broken, making him think silly things and forget to eat and sleep. Bracing himself he crawls over the cushions to the phone, picking it up he holds it to his ear, letting his fingers hover over the buttons. Just dial. He’s not going to be mad, he’s not going to yell at him for just calling, he’s not going to have a go at him for having problems and needing to talk to someone other than himself. He dials, fingers fidgeting restlessly and biting his lip as he hears it ring. It’s going to bee fine. Don’t panic. “Hello?” he slams the phone back into the cradle quickly, jerking out the cable for good measure in case he tries to call him back. Hiding underneath his blanket he shuts his eyes, ignoring the voices in his head telling him what a failure he is.
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