Born To Dilly Dally.

Born to dilly dally.

Forced to lock in.

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WHEN WILL I NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT MY OCS??? GEHRGEHGRGRGRGRGRGHGGAGAGGGG *FOAMS AT THE MOUTH AND FROTHS* *BITES INNOCENT PASSERBYS* GGRGRGRGHAGAGAGGGGGG!!!! 👹👹👹👹👹👹

thinking and yearning and clawing at walls thinkingh about my ocs againnbg

GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ITS PERFECT!!!!

That's my husband on the left, who in real life is British, has blue eyes and wears glasses, and works in IT. It's like it was meant to be :)

GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! RAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAARRGGGGG!!!!!

THANK YOU 🤭🤭🤭🤭✨✨✨✨🕺✨🕺✨🕺✨🕺✨🕺🕺✨🕺✨🕺✨🕺✨🕺✨🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎( im ripping up the foam in my chair and gripping my desk with my nails.)

I'm normal. I swear

☀️BLUE SKY☁️ - CHAPTER 7

“Chell climbed down from the crate she was using as a stepladder, and plonked a large, heavy, honey-coloured bowl down on the big central table.

Wheatley watched her nervously, his hands splayed on the floury tabletop. He had his placeholder grin on- the worried, darty-eyed one which meant that he had no idea what was about to happen, and was waiting for a little more input before he decided whether to be pleasantly surprised or properly alarmed.

"What're you doing?"

"We," she said, stressing the word and hefting a two-pound sack of flour onto the tabletop, "are making bread."”