N and Uzi IN THE RAIN!! (Murder Drones Comic Dub)

[@Kevinck398]

J could never say no to Tessa face whenever she feels bad for her, upset, or her cute face. I love how Tessa make the backpack have its own bow.

[@Ya.boi.N]

N: *tasting the rain* Uzi: wtf N…

[@Maplstix]

Of course there was a bow on the backpack, it’s pretty much their signature… but VERY CUTE VIDEO!

[@darkreflection9087]

Is N water proof

[@Serial__DesginationN]

yes (Would probably die)

[@laurendeimling5207]

Yes’nt

[@carmengalbreath6834]

cool...

[@Sips_water]

Probably because of the snow on copper 9 that would melt on contact of the D.D overheating

[@TherealSkyligne234]

giggle giggle

[@NekoWolfy-Chan90UwU]

0:53 OMG THE LESBIAN FLAG!!!!! >w< YIPPEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[@ThatOneCheeseDude]

Do you need a bible?

[@YubrajShrestha-tm9xt]

With that big of a mouth, N can devour the sun

[@CharlotteXMoon]

I love this person's arts type it's super cute❤

[@Mr.BreadMain]

really 8 mins ago?? still watching :)

[@BonzeWolfeAM]

Reads Title: N and Uzi In The Rain Also Me: DO THEY LOVE IT? Do they LOVE It?! Do They Love It?? :O… :3 🌧❤? I Love the Rain. (This was an interesting and nice comic dub to go over. Hope it was fun doing and hope you enjoy the next you all might go over next! ^ ^ 👍🪓 you all do your best.)

[@OmerFarukKlc-qr4tt]

Gurup toplandı

[@KamillyVictoria-gs6vg]

❤❤❤❤❤❤

[@SerialDesignationNX]

FIRST!!!!

[@gaintlime4118]

Gaintlime411Helloagain🎩😎👍🏼👌🏼💜💛🤔

[@NadiraAktar-v4r]

❤y

[@rileymanders2167]

more md

[@MartyksaPlayz]

There is ni nuzi u lied 😢

[@VortGaming]

Do any of you have any idea what true pain is like? The pain of being unable to resist urges brought upon you by neurological defects you cannot fix? True pain stems from a combination of physical, mental, and perhaps spiritual pain, or as a result of one sense of pain inducing the other sense of pain. For example: Existence feels torturing to me mentally. I have autism. But I have a high IQ so I understand what it means to be what I am, as well as every facet of my being. I could never understand why I did the weird things I did, why I acted the way I did, why I was what I was for years on end, until one day it was finally broken to me and my sense of naïveté was killed. I felt anguish for the first time. The fact of my very being being undermined by one simple flaw, one that is mental, one that is irreparable and impossible to remove from the mind, eats away at me every day, all from the day I learned of what I was. I feel mental pain every day, which translates to headaches, physical soreness, and a misalignment of my spiritual being. Every single time I miss social cues, every single time I say the wrong thing, every single time I fail to know what others are thinking. I don't look like I am what I am. I'm handsome. I'm tall. But I lack social instinct. High expectations are placed on me by my parents, my family, my friends, my teachers. I am capable of producing outstanding results in school, so my parents milked me for my knowledge and, due to their knowledge of my disorder, failed to recognize just how capable my mind was to understand things emotionally versus intellectually. They thought of everything I said as being too trivial to even listen to. They put me through so much pain. And now I suffer from it every day. I lack in social situations because they put me in special classes and had me take special programs for extra testing in middle school which resulted in lack of social development. I lost hundreds, if not thousands of hours of valuable time I could have spent developing my understanding of the neurotypical mind... but I probably wouldn't have developed it anyway, seeing as my disorder is permanent... permanent... permanent... permanent... I don't even feel human some days. I used to wonder if I was genuinely just different from people genetically. And technically, I am. And I hate it. I hate it so much. Hate is not even a hurtful enough word to describe the amount of hurt I have felt from having this neurodevelopmental disorder... I am stuck like this for the rest of my life. I still don't have a job, as an adolescent... I don't have a life... I don't have understanding friends... I don't have cool clothing like everyone else or interest in sports or even just knowledge of niche topics that other kids can relate to. I am a literal nobody at my school... I'm just some guy some people know superficially who never gets asked if he's okay because nobody really cares to talk to him. Nobody bothers to consider me an actual piece of their society. Nobody ever cares to invite him over for a party or to watch a movie with the big friend groups. Nobody really cares. Every day I wish to be normal like everyone else. I was once told by someone that people in wheelchairs don't spend their lives wishing they could walk again... but this is different. I had the potential to be someone completely functional in society, with no anxiety and a good social understanding. But something as simple as microbes present in the placenta of my mother's womb so many years ago screwed me over. I'm the last of my bloodline and I don't even know if I want to have kids because of what I am. I don't want my kids to be like me. It hurts so much to say but I couldn't bear to have a child like me, or even worse, just a flat-out re-tardate. I don't want my children to ride the short bus to school, I don't want my children to have IEPs, I don't want any of that. I want to fix myself. I need a permanent solution to my permanent problem and I think I know what it is.

[@MymommyisJ]

😧

[@jeremiahwood367]

Well shit, I hope your situation improves man

[@TheAbsoluteSolver3071]

J who are you talking to? Tessa died 28 years ago.