Seasonal Feathers

"So, how'd the supply run go, Matt?" "Uh..." Queue back to an hour earlier, and the strangest conversation Matthew had ever had. Well, maybe besides that one with a very drunk Arthur. But really, he was strange. The white hair and red eyes, plus his raucous laugh, and not to mention that little bird on his shoulder. V...

Muack

What? I rant sometimes. So here's a book of my rants, vents, ships, and fandom trashpiles. Everything in here is a completely original thought that happened to cross my mind-most likely while I was zoning out in school again. Hey, don't get on my case I'm a straight B- so fight me MUACK