Casey Jones Junior had never exactly been a normal kid. It was kind of impossible for him to be. He had been raised by his mother, his auntie-slash-other-maternal-figure, and three ninja turtles that represented the hope of a better world.
Or, well. Four ninja turtles. That’s what he had been raised to believe, anyway.
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finished reading the haunting of hill house and im so. ive been gritting my teeth reading through stuff about it so hard i feel nauseous. as u can see i am normal about this piece of media and can be trusted to be normal about pieces of media involving haunted houses and mothers and isolation. of course . of course (biting biting biting)
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i need someone to come punch me over the head for the next nine days till i finish part one of the thing i was supposed to post a month ago
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*voice muffled from lying facedown on my bed trying to generate the willpower to operate like a regular person (eat food) and also do some catchup work before work tomorrow* well. at least i have my gay hyperfixation rabbit hole focus for my brain to bounce around like a basketball
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