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THE JAUNDICE INTERCEPTION GLOVE (J.I.G.)

The J.I.G. was invented when a flash flood took over our area. The power was down and our phones were dead so we couldn't save King Richard from Royal Kingdom!!!!!!

This horrible fate led us to make the Jaundice Interception Glove™! Just rub it on any....Objects and it will create electrical energy to charge your small device!

Side effects may include but are not limited to: Jaundice, death, vomiting, clinical lycanthropy, nausea, cancer, erectile disfunction, sudden interest in omega verse, cotards delusion, unexpected hair growth, seizures, sense of impending doom, spontaneous swarms of killer mosquitoes, anime obsession, infertility, spontaneous combustion, creation of wormholes, hyperpigmentation, squirrel magnetism, type three diabetes, sudden springiness, Boing, BIG SHOT, and belief that your loved ones love you back!

You can find this product at the back of your local Spencers or purchase it online via the Bad Dragon website for only 29.99 European dollars!!!

It powers your phone!

(message sponsored by my science class)

Okay so I’ve been listening to “Stop, Criminell” on repeat for the past two days wtf why is this so good????

Sketches that were collecting dust in my art folder for a few months

Plus:

"Don't...Do not say that to me, Yuuji. Not now, I-"

Her fingers twitch against her sleeves, the sound of her own heart pounding so loud in her ears it nearly causes her to flinch. She wanted space- needed space, but of course, that was impossible with them standing a few feet away from her

"...Why would you say that to me? Now, of all days?"

Her body turns before taking a few steps forward and suddenly the ground of the barracks of the seventh division seem impossibly smaller around them.

"I just buried my mom, Yuuji. Her body hasn't even been in the ground for an hour." she coughs, a hand coming up to rub her throat. As if she's trying ( and failing ) to hide the cracks in her voice.

She doesn't know if she wants to scream, cry, or just walk away from the conversation entirely. All she knows is that she doesn't know if she can handle anything anymore.

"I know you care about me, okay? I care about you too, but right now? I am begging, pleading with you to let me go. I'm not a good person to be around right now...you don't need to see me like this."