1. My voice. Finding out I could sing was one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I love how my natural voice, and my impressions of characters, sound as well. I’m questioning whether not I could make a career off of my voice now, but it would make me so happy if I did.2. My hair. I just. Take pride in how I’ve taken care of it over the years that I’ve been growing it out. I don’t call myself Blue Rapunzel for nothing.3. My self-esteem. It’s been put to the test in the past two years or so, but I’m so thankful that I’m proud of myself and all I’ve done, even if it may not be much compared to what other people have done.4. My sense of humor. It just feels so good to make people smile, and I love it when people tell me I’m funny. I’m very easy to make laugh, too, so it makes me feel good that I’m legit funny.5. My self-discipline. Though I think this has led me to overwork myself in the past, I’m so proud that I’ve been able to motivate myself to stay on top of my work as well as my hobbies, such as rping. 

“Donal’, when we change back, may I go to smoke? I feel I will need to.” For now, though, José would take his mind off of his inkling by playing with the golden buttons on his friend’s uniform. He looked adorable. So did Donald. The high collar suited him well!

The parrot recognized so many quotes already even without having ever seen it. The shooting out of eyes. The inability to put one’s arms down. Or get up. And now, the different degrees of dares. And yet, he couldn’t have stopped himself from smiling even if he had tried.

“There was still so much I could’ve had! I was only 21! Solo quería volver a mi familia!”

🐰 “Happy Birthday, Mickey~,” he whispers cheerfully.

“Thought I was gonna tell you what is was, didn’t ya? You little stinker. You don’t get to find out until the day of,” she said with a smirk, gently booping his nose with her index finger. 

“I look at your wonderful face, meu caro,” cooed José, “they are not hard to come by, but your face is tão bonitinho when I squeeze!” He accentuated his point by gently, but firmly, smooshing his cheeks just shy of his bill yet again.

"Ooooooh nonononono...” Arthur ran his flesh hand along the wall, desperately searching for the seams of a door that he swore had been there just minutes ago. “Great. Perfect. The door’s gone. It-. It vanished! Like it was never there!”