KiRafunE tagged everyone who made it to the end of her tag so-

here's ten things about me i guess

1. i'm currently trying to watch all of the marvel movies
2. i'm really bad at talking about myself
3. i prefer chocolate over candy
4. i'm kind of questioning my sexuality?
5. i procrastinate way too much
6. i love musicals and books
7. i've spent way too much time thinking of what to write here
8. my favorite book right now is aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe
9. i'm trying to get into drawing
10. i'm a hufflepuff

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tags

@anyone
@can
@do
@this
@tag
@if
@you
@want
@to

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joke:
why did the turkey cross the road
because it was the chicken's day off
((i'm sorry))

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!!!!!!SPOILER  ALERT!!!!!!

(this is the first draft for either the last or the second to last chapter, it's been sitting in my notes for god knows how long)(i'll probably change it a bunch later but who knows?)

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"...but I'll always be here to watch over you"

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*FIVE YEARS LATER*
(half tempted to write 19 years later lmaoooo)(if anyone gets that reference you're my new best friend)

it was a normal day in New York, birds were singing and the sun was shining through the clouds. A man named John Laurens sat on a bench in Central Park, finishing the first draft of his new novel; Angels On Earth, how a (metaphorical) angel saved my life.

A small fox jumped out of a nearby bush and onto the curly haired man's lap. The fox looked up at him with his big, warm, brown eyes, and they reminded John of something. He closed his eyes, and whatever that something was, it made him feel warm and happy inside.

He opened his eyes and, though he didn't quite remember feeling the weight leave his lap, the brown eyed fox was gone. He looked up and saw that the clouds had moved away, clearing a small patch of blue sky right above his head. The South Carolinian smiled, stood up, and stretched. Today was going to be a good day. All was well.