Follow me (and die) ♥
From left to Right;
"I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand."
"My friend’s parents sent her away."
"I found death threats in my locker."
"I submitted to electroshock therapy."
"I lost half my friends after coming out."
"My grandmother sends me hate mail."
"My school won’t let me bring my date to prom."
"I am not here anymore."
"My dad tried to beat it out of me."
"No one is proud of me."
Here it is.
The best thing I’ve ever written.
I hope you like it.
Gives You Wings
The sound of gunfire echoed from the Mills’ TV and through the mostly empty house as Emma and Tinkerbell got aggressively familiar with the mechanics of Call of Duty. Both blondes sat on the floor, cross legged, clutching their worn control pads tightly and mashing whatever buttons they figured out actually did something to inflict pain on the computer generated enemies. Regina lay on the couch with the book she was attempting to read in one hand, the other propping her head up on the arm rest. She had been hoping to finish this one today since Henry would be out at a friends and she had assumed Emma was staying over at Snow’s for the night since the latter was very insistent on her daughter bonding with her and having more “quality family time” as the small women had put it.
But alas, here the idiot saviour sat with her newly acquired friend, shooting holes into the bodies of anything on the screen that moved and cursing it to oblivion if one of them managed to get hit on their own character.