- Ummmm.... some, uh, innapropriate content. But its all good!
IMPORTANT A/N BEFORE WE BEGIN: I probably wont be active in the near future, given that this is an account that my ma forbade me to have, but I'll still check up on it and I'll be posting more this summer.
ALSO: Requests please! Running out of ideas here!!
ONE LAST THING: Should I do a face reveal?
ok....here it is
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Davey: What should I draw on you?
Jack: Cherries
Davey: Why cherries?
Jack: Cherries are a big part of my culture.
Davey: Oh, what's your culture?
Jack: Gay.
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Spot: Dang, this month is going faster than my dad left!
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Romeo: I love Jesus. Jesus is my skydaddy.
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Rack * to his cats *: Listen! You are the heirs to my kingdom and will inherit what I have when I die. I wont leave you much, but what I do have, I want you to fight over it.
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Davey *to Les* : Stop spooning the Honey Mustard!
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Jack: Katherine! Don't just sit there; help us dig this hole!
Katherine: There's a reason it's called man-ual labor, y'know.
A/n: I have gotten obsessed with the Beatles and am starting a Beatles Imagines book because I am writing this at three am and I have no brain cells left and am litterally running on fumes. Go check it out. I won't be writing much in it, given my previous A/n, but yeah. So if you like the Beatles, request something there because Writers Block is a bitch. Also, I have discovered the semi-colon and it has changed my life. God, I need caffeine. How are you guys? ~Mystery
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Newsies Imagines
FanfictionSimply put: A book of Newsies imagines to (hopefully) sooth your inner longing to join the newsie strike of 1899. Requests open!
