Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! A!A popping in with a little story for you. Hope this entertains you guys. I packed it with Disney. :D
Liz was pissed. She was downright furious.
She never wanted to be just like Nero. She already knew Corporal Betsy was a girl, but she didn’t want to kiss her. She didn’t know how to paint with all the colors of the wind, so she couldn’t show Ranger Ghost how to do that. She had never danced with Vulpes Inculta in any of her dreams. She wasn’t interested in sharing a whole new world with Caesar. She was very sure that problem-free philosophies would never work out for a man like Boone. She would rather get it on with her hand for the rest of her life than make a man out of Jessup, in any sense of the phrase. Although Mortimer never had a friend like her she thought that to be a good thing. She didn’t want to be a part of Elder McNamara’s world. She would never be able to show Swank what was around the riverbed because there were no rivers on the Strip. She didn’t want to bring honor to the Fiends. She wouldn’t say she was in love with The King because she wasn’t. Violet was a girl worth fighting, but not one worth fighting for. She could never feel the love that night that she met Jean-Baptiste Cutting. General Lee did not have a friend in her. And that deathclaw, it would most definitely NOT be in her heart. Ever
It was probably a final strike on Houses part, revenge for killing him, because the music had started blaring out of her pip-boy after she killed him, and at the worst moments. She would have taken the thing off and thrown it off the goddamned Grand Canyon had she not needed it so much.
All she knew was that if she ever met House in hell she would take that star he was wishing on and shove it so far up his ass his colon bled.
Also, she’d ask him what in the hell a Tigger was and why it was so fucking wonderful.
The Sound of Music 1/1
Liz was pissed. She was downright furious.
She never wanted to be just like Nero.
She already knew Corporal Betsy was a girl, but she didn’t want to kiss her.
She didn’t know how to paint with all the colors of the wind, so she couldn’t show Ranger Ghost how to do that.
She had never danced with Vulpes Inculta in any of her dreams.
She wasn’t interested in sharing a whole new world with Caesar.
She was very sure that problem-free philosophies would never work out for a man like Boone.
She would rather get it on with her hand for the rest of her life than make a man out of Jessup, in any sense of the phrase.
Although Mortimer never had a friend like her she thought that to be a good thing.
She didn’t want to be a part of Elder McNamara’s world.
She would never be able to show Swank what was around the riverbed because there were no rivers on the Strip.
She didn’t want to bring honor to the Fiends.
She wouldn’t say she was in love with The King because she wasn’t.
Violet was a girl worth fighting, but not one worth fighting for.
She could never feel the love that night that she met Jean-Baptiste Cutting.
General Lee did not have a friend in her.
And that deathclaw, it would most definitely NOT be in her heart. Ever
It was probably a final strike on Houses part, revenge for killing him, because the music had started blaring out of her pip-boy after she killed him, and at the worst moments. She would have taken the thing off and thrown it off the goddamned Grand Canyon had she not needed it so much.
All she knew was that if she ever met House in hell she would take that star he was wishing on and shove it so far up his ass his colon bled.
Also, she’d ask him what in the hell a Tigger was and why it was so fucking wonderful.