mythopoeics

I just wanted to say, everyone remembers Peter Pan, right? The book, I mean. Tinkerbell could get really nasty. She could also be really nice. Right now I have a fairy that looks a lot like Tinkerbell, disregarding color. She hasn't done anything too bad yet except obliterating some of my hard-earned physics notes, and I hope to keep it that way. By trying to be nice. Who knows if it'll work, but I'd rather not have an angry Tinkerbell on my hands.

So my bro Ra and I came up with an amazing plan. And gave our fairies booze. It is awesome, they're all sorts of funny flying now.

My fairy's real lovely. She helps me find things I lose. This morning I almost couldn't find my keys, and then there she was, my little life saver. I might notta been able to leave the house otherwise.

I know this isn't supposed to be happening, but it's not so bad, you know? I can do this.

[ This fairy shit was seriously getting on his nerves. The first day had been so far from tolerable after he nearly squashed the thing with his hand, which only served to piss it off. It'd disappeared for hours, and for a time, Agravaine had figured he'd scared the little buzzing fucker off. Pheme's was still around, but it didn't pay much mind to him.

On the drive to the grocery store, he'd found it-- in his car. It'd probably followed him in, but he hadn't thought to fairy-proof his car before leaving. It was a bright red this time, and before he could stop it, the little pest flew at the pedals, propelling him forward while traffic on his end was stopped. The oncoming taxi slammed into his side of the car, shoving him across the road and into the nearest utility pole.

Fuck. ]

[ txt to pheme ]
in hosp, fuck fairies
kill yours asap

[ mass txt to family ]
kill the fairy fuck