yeah it kills me the absolute second he gets the cup he immediately hustles it onto his fishing boat he said i need miss silver to see the lake i NEED HER TO WATCH THIS FISH IM ABOUT TO REEL.
or alternatively forsy embodies the father spirit for (looks at watch) a minute and five seconds and counting
"its 11 olock so it might be tough conditions right now but i think i like our chances" a man struck with the insight of father's intuition and absolutely aware the universe would never deprive little miss tin of a lucky fish catch and was proven absolutely correct
hes a prophet...hey forsy by any chance do you have the lottery numbers...asking for a friend....
"wow we were lucky" LOOK AT HIS JOY LOOK AT HIS DELIGHT THE HOCKEY GODS BLESSED HIM WITH A FISH IN FRONT OF MISS STANLEY SO HE CAN IMPRESS HER
(kisses fish sweetly with a loud smack) (cartoonishly over exaggerated kissing noise and kisses cup with also a loud smack) (profound thinking about whether he should kiss the cup again or if thats too extra of him) (kisses the cup again anyways)
behold a man who absolutely knows what he should do to appear normal and doing the complete opposite anyways
ill be so fucking real i need his loser ass so bad fUCK
he would absolutely kill staring in a movie where he forms an unlikely friendship with an marine creature that's suspiciously a lot more emotionally intelligent that youd first think theyre practically anthropomorphic who also shares a sad backstory with him and soon they find solace in each others presence and also theres an evil businessman—
i just want to be broken <3 i wanna be completely fucked out and destroyed <3 i want to give my body and holes up and do whatever your perverted mind can come up with <3 my body wasn't made to be mine, it was made to give you pleasure, whether thats through giving you head or using my holes or simply just being soft flesh for you to kick and slap around <3
"hey HEY what do you have in your mouth!!! sit SIT. SPIT IT OUT GIVE IT—" but instead of talking to a dog it's me about my parents using the word overstimulated as nothing but another way to make fun of our anxious traumatized dog for doing things they find inconvenient or unreasonable or illogical (and, by extension, everyone who uses the term for legitimate reasons). (WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY HEAR IT BECAUSE I DON'T USE IT AROUND THEM On Purpose BECAUSE I KNOW THEY'D BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Okay so like. Don't get me wrong I love talking to my friends about their own shit!! It's great I genuinely love it! It just. Kinda sucks sometimes when I feel like I don't really get to talk about my own shit? Like in irl/voice conversations I never really know when to talk or how to naturally change the topic of conversation so I usually go along with their stuff (which is fine! I do love talking to my friends!) and over text the same thing happens somehow :/ I spend most of my time just reacting to other people's stuff and when I do talk I get cut off by accident or people just. Don't hear me or don't seem to care