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He’s not pinin! He’s passed on! This mutant is no more! 

He has CEASED to be!

He’s expired and gone to meet his maker! He’s a stiff! Bereft of life! He rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed him to the flogging jute, he’d be pushing up the daisies!

His metabolic processes are now history! He’s off the jute! He’s kicked the bucket! He’s shuffled off his mortal coil! Run down the curtain and joined the bleedin choir invisible!!

He’s fuckin snuffed it!

THIS IS AN EX-MUTANT.

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"I thought you had asthma."

And instead of trying to rationalize your destructive behaviour to him and perhaps air out some of the contents of your tortured psychological profile in the process, you decide you don’t care enough if he gets the satisfaction of knowing that you’re just like everybody else, just as stupid and just as angry.

 You exhale a small cloud of smoke. “So?” You ask, averting your eyes and sticking the cigarette back in your mouth.

you guys dont understand how much i love this fic.

I tend to think into continuations of certain fics a bit too much.

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