#nantucket-rescue-and-clinic

[acabbie]

Yes Same And He Hasn’t Replied Back. Come Over N Help Me Look Promise The Manor Wont Eat You

[knit-hapens]

@nantucket-rescue-and-clinic​

Hypothetically not so hypothetically how much space does a goat need to be happy?

[waxmouth]

don't know who the fuck you are, have some numbers. 17 and 81

love performative distancing. love how no one asked. love you starcrossed stranger

who keeps you safe when something scratches at your door?

not applicable. who said scratchy things were unsafe. never tried to hurt me never gave them reason you should try it

slime: what is up with that?

goopy. no further comment

[obsessivecompulsivecontestant]

hey cas, got 44 and 54 for ya

44. Strawberry or vanilla?

Chocolate. 

54. 3 ways to make you an enemy?

Be the enemy of a loved one.

Chew with your mouth open.

Ask me if I’m sad every time you see me. No. My face just looks like this. 

[kowalesq]

35. their closest call

It’s like – discovering fire. Ivanya’s a cavewoman in the bathroom at Fast Eddie’s, and their kisses feel like two rocks snapping together to make sparks. It feels like discovering electricity – she feels reanimated – like cold isn’t cold, like blood melted warm and alive. She could eat Quinn alive. 

She could eat Quinn alive.

She doesn’t. But it’s a near thing.

[doctoranatomica]

93 and uh 76. hope you're havin a good day, Dr.

Thanks, Doctor! :)

are you disillusioned? what with?

Hm... well, I really try to NOT be disillusioned with things. Though I’m starting to get tired of my students trying to cheat on tests. Does that count?

scariest/creepiest experience?

Well, I’m not sure about creepiest... I’m not creeped out that easily. But I think one of the scariest was the one time I realized I forgot to put a sock on the door in college!

[1eye-bonita]

36. cannibalism

(warnings for nsfw and well, cannibalism, kind of)

She lives on a livewire of flings once she gets her own place. It’s nothing but pretty singers who are okay with a little pain, and people she could commiserate in a drink with. No one ever knows the truth, but one girl comes close.“Please.” Between the valley of thighs, Aelita thrives in secret kisses and delicate fingers. A playful nip at the femoral artery, and the ever present voice in the back of her head questions. ‘Would it really be so bad if we bit a little harder? I wonder what this one tastes like?’Later that night, Aelita washes her mouth with holy water in hopes that might wash the idea away. It doesn’t.

[feralities]

nantucket-rescue-and-clinic replied to your post: kowalesq replied to your post: ...

take your fucking fighting somewhere else, both of you @kowalesq​

it’s not yer fucking business jack

[sleightoffeather]

nantucket-rescue-and-clinic replied to your post: people who feed birds in parks are generally nice...

who was out feeding shady bread in the park? i’ll keep a watch out. don’t like that happening in my area

oh im just talkin about those old ladies that appear on the benches sometimes like the ones where you cant see their eyes no matter how hard you look for em

their bread is shit

[faireclairevoire]

nantucket-rescue-and-clinic replied to your post: nantucket-rescue-and-clinic: fastsatisfactions: ...

bit of a learning curve alright

I vibe with that. 

[fastsatisfactions]

nantucket-rescue-and-clinic replied to your post: bread makes you fat ?

not a bad thing

it is for the birds in the park

[acabbie]

[Quinn arrives (very promptly) outside of Nantuckets in a whirlwind of chaos: 1) A screech of tires on half-frozen roads 2) A string of loud curse words somewhere on the precipice between French and English. 3) The slam of a car door and the rapid knocking on Nantuckets front door.

"Vet Man!! Vet Man hellooooo!! Bring Orb Daddy out!! The people want answers!"

She stands on the front doorstep shifting between feet, ungloved hands tucked up under her arms. Had she left home in such rush that she had forgotten to grab gloves and jacket, still dressed only in her pajamas? Perhaps.]

@nantucket-rescue-and-clinic

[mulch-and-more]

15. bleeding in an alleyway

Amanita senses the rotting blood before they see it. A small trail had trickled to the street from the darkened alleyway. 

The girl is small, no bigger than a bread box, her eyes glazed and milky. She has probably been gone for two days, a dagger or knife to the throat stealing the light from her. 

Amanita looks around, and decides that she deserves some peace. They make quick work of her corpse, decaying it into rich mulch while saying a few words of guidance. They hope she will be the last, but know that she will not.

[utopia-kyuen]

city's forcing this interaction don't get happy. 103, 88, 83

83. who do you hate the most? do you try to avoid this person, or antagonize them?

a certain cabbie who doesnt deserve my undivided attention

88. is sex a weapon?

sure is sweetheart

103. what is a lie you regret?

i will not be waiting for you in our wedding bed tonight but we can video chat and see where it goes baybee ;)

[obsessivecompulsivecontestant]

27. Wearing a disguise

The face on the ID doesn’t match the man standing before him, but all pictures of Ulysses S. Grant look the same, so Joe pockets the 50 and buzzes the tall man with the unfortunate eyes into the building. “Go on ahead, sir,” He says, and deftly ignores it when the same stranger comes out forty minutes later with three lamps stuffed under his trench coat. 

[kowalesq]

nantucket-rescue-and-clinic replied to your post: South East of What

of the place where cowboys live

One could say. I am from. The deep south.

Very deep.