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Patreon sorted their shit out, so I have gone crawling back to them like the wee needy gremlin that I am.
Here is where you can find ALL of my writing before it is posted anywhere else, and you can also read sneak peeks to chapters as I work on them, participate in polls, and send prompts.
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Weekend Recovery - 9. by ScribblingPunk on Patreon. Join ScribblingPunk's community for exclusive content and updates.
It doesn’t take long for Waverly to get Nicole settled into the car again and they’re soon back on the road towards their special weekend. Waverly bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a grin as she guides the car back onto the highway, obnoxiously close to bouncing in her damn seat as she feels her own excitement build as each mile marker passes by.
She may actually be more thrilled about this than Nicole is, she thinks, chancing a glance towards the little one relaxing in the back seat of the car.
Her belly full and a leftover milkshake still clutched in her hand makes for a much calmer little one during the last hour of their journey. Nicole chatters on about anything and everything, and bombards her Mommy with questions about their upcoming stay at the resort.
Is there a park? Can she ride the swings today? And, most importantly, is her bedtime extended now that they’re on vacation?
“I mean, you wouldn’t want me to miss out on something fun ‘cause I’m in bed, would you?” Nicole strains against the seatbelt and watches with wide eyes as a large set of iron gates comes into view at the end of a long, tree-lined driveway. “You’re too nice a Mommy for that, right?”
Read the first 9 chapters of Weekend Recovery early on Patreon!
Weekend Recovery - 9. by ScribblingPunk on Patreon. Join ScribblingPunk's community for exclusive content and updates.
It doesn’t take long for Waverly to get Nicole settled into the car again and they’re soon back on the road towards their special weekend. Waverly bites down on her bottom lip to stifle a grin as she guides the car back onto the highway, obnoxiously close to bouncing in her damn seat as she feels her own excitement build as each mile marker passes by.
She may actually be more thrilled about this than Nicole is, she thinks, chancing a glance towards the little one relaxing in the back seat of the car.
Her belly full and a leftover milkshake still clutched in her hand makes for a much calmer little one during the last hour of their journey. Nicole chatters on about anything and everything, and bombards her Mommy with questions about their upcoming stay at the resort.
Is there a park? Can she ride the swings today? And, most importantly, is her bedtime extended now that they’re on vacation?
“I mean, you wouldn’t want me to miss out on something fun ‘cause I’m in bed, would you?” Nicole strains against the seatbelt and watches with wide eyes as a large set of iron gates comes into view at the end of a long, tree-lined driveway. “You’re too nice a Mommy for that, right?”
Read the first 9 chapters of Weekend Recovery early on Patreon!
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CUNT force trauma
But when you lose someone, you don’t lose them all at once, and their dying doesn’t stop with their death. You lose them a thousand times in a thousand ways. You say a thousand goodbyes. You hold a thousand funerals.
-Sara Seager, The Smallest Lights in the Universe: A Memoir
I’ve been known to enjoy a fucked up fantasy or two
“I’m Scottish and Irish, can’t wait to visit there one day.”
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The Scottish greens have two trans MSPs heading to Holyrood. Iris Duane and Q Manivannan were elected in the Glasgow and Edinburgh regional lists respectively.
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