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lost in your sleeve (3/?)

“For a kid with so damn much family these days, he’s still somehow been dealt a shitty hand.” No magic AU where Henry’s just a sad, angry with with a fucked up family tree.

Captain Cobra. (Eventual) Captain Swan.

Notes: Reminder that Henry’s opinions - and it really is just his opinions - in no way reflect the author’s opinions and are by no means meant to be taken as truth. Henry is a sad, angry kid viewing things from a very specific lens. Things are picking up a little bit more, though. Hopefully the next update will be in about a week? I now have kittens who demand my attention but I’ll try to write when they’re napping. 

Song you should definitely listen to if you haven’t yet: Eugene by Sufjan Stevens.

(Thanks again to swallowedsong for reading this over and such.)

Enjoy.

Wanna catch up? prologue one two

chapter 3.

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henry.

            “I had a feeling I’d find you out here.”

            “Oh, fuck off.”

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do you ever think that maybe you have too many feelings about fictional things?

and then you remember what actually happened in said fictional thing and you realise nope I have a totally reasonable and proportionate reaction to it after all

I was sitting at my computer scrolling through my dash while my dog was in my lap and saw a bunch of anons being dicks and I said “Are they hating on Tori ( spicy-vagina-tacos) again????” And my dog literally fucking sighed.
Like for real when even my dog is so done with your shit that is your signal to shut the hell up

GUESS WHO’S CHECKIGN TUMBLR ON HER OWN COMPUTER IN HER OWN APARTMENT WITH HER VERY OWN WIFI YUSSSSSS