Like most anyone, it's hard to imagine a Disney film I don't like. Maybe there might be some I am indifferent about, but one that I hate and refuse to watch again? How about the film about a woman who started a generations-long cult based on forgetting the existence of one man and something you used to love all because she never bothered to gather more information and even forced anyone in her life to take on her business as a genuine interest and blindly dislike everything she dislikes all under the guise of family? What could that film possibly be? Oh yea, "Coco"!
Virgil wasn't very eager to go to the party, but he gave in after Roman reminded the emo that he had nothing better to do otherwise. He wasn't surprised that Roman was ecstatic about the party; it was a masquerade ball with a bit of a twist: once they entered the party, their hands would contain the written name of whom they're meant to kiss and, even if they weren't actively looking for the person, they're still drawn together like a cookie to milk.
Warnings: It's an interaction between Thomas's Remus and Brandon Rogers's Bobby Worst, so things will be disgusting and vile and sexual and kinda gay
This is a message for a whom it may concern (which should be everybody):
I was just sorting out my hacorns and looking out the window. It was around the time of the day where Christopher Robin would come by and visit. Everyone here knew that Christopher Robin was great company around our parts of the Hundred Acre Wood. Although we all were able to play with him, it always seemed like my best friend, Winnie the Pooh, spent the most time with him. I've wanted to approach Christopher Robin to see if alone time between us would be just as special, but I had never been bold enough to approach him.