one of the few crossdressing ducks that didn’t make me break out in hives, on account of not having been forced to do it for emasculating reasons or anything, it’s just a practical solution to daisy having too many obligations since they look exactly, and i mean exactly the same
one of those obligations was manning a kissing booth for charity and donald punching a catcaller in the face escalates into guys just fucking lining up to get decked by a cute little duck
get on his fucking level, mickey
You just wanted to wear the wedding dress you goof
Donald is gender-fluid and you can’t change my mind.
If I’m not reblogging this assume I’m dead
Hey uhhh if you uhhh see me running with this uhhh don’t stop me, kay?
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