Vladlover98

You looked into the crowd, finding Arthur, clutching Scott's arm. He normally wasn't one for such shows off affection towards his siblings, but they were the ones helping him through your trial. That was right, you were being tried for being a witch, because you could see things others couldn't – faeries, fey, whatever you liked to call them. Arthur saw them too but only you were caught. He was breathing heavily with a blank expression. The judge called loudly for attention. You immediately looked to Arthur. His eyes were closed and his fists were clenched. After a long pause, the verdict was read. "I find the accused, __________ ______

I've always thought stereotypes were kinda ridiculous, So I wrote a song about it and it goes a little something like this. I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn, And we should dance dance dance to these stereotypes. Let's come together and live in this world like a unibrow on an Indian girl, And we should dance dance dance to these stereotypes. I love those fat Americans. You know they're so obnoxious. They're always eating burgers. They're always holding shotguns. And I love Mexicans. The way they mow my lawn. They all got 100 kids 'cause they don't know how to put a condom on. Uh huh. 'Cause that's the way