lost in the mix

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It's been way too long since Fandom's had some therapy and after some of the goings on, I think we fucking need it. So, Fandom denizens far and wide, what the fuck is going on? How the fuck are you? What the fuck is keeping you busy? How the fucking are you feeling?

Catch up with each other, talk it out, wonder what the fuck you got yourself into (oh new students, you'll get used to shit, we promise) and look ahead to the future! It's therapy. Sit down on the couch and let it all out, Fandom.

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[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

I'm an angel. Like an actually angel from heaven. Worked for God, got fired pretty much and now I just have the wings and some useful powers. I can hide my wings though. You ever need some help with the flying, I might be able to provide.

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I might have to take you up on that.

... My last attempt had me looking kind of like a really large chicken.

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

It takes practice, I'll admit. I can't even fucking remember when I learned but it's ingrained now. Doesn't take long. The wings know what to do once you get in the air.

[wwiii]

Yeah, I've noticed that much. I haven't fallen to my death or anything. It's the actual getting into the air part that's got me stumped. I do well enough with running leaps, I think. Mostly out of windows and off of the tops of tall buildings.

My landings need work, too.

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

You could always pad your clothes with pillows when you're flying. That might help!

[wwiii]

Oh, come on. If I'm going to plummet to my untimely demise, there is no way I'm going to do so with pillows strapped to my butt. I need to go with some dignity, here!