They slept, curled up in bed, their exhausted body finally able to rest.
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They slept, curled up in bed, their exhausted body finally able to rest.
Walking around with my phone in hand and this is the result.
Accidentally made a beautiful Tumblr post.
"I'm sorry, Red. I'm hypoglycemic. My blood sugar crashed and I just lost it. I must've spent six hours in the box. I nearly had a stroke...... I didn't have my crackers with me, I couldn't get a juice box. I rolled, Red. I'm sorry. I told them everything.
... I'm yanking your crank. What do you think I am, a snitch? I'm clean as a whistle, which is more than I can say for your shorts.
I can hear you dropping a steamer through the phone."
Presenting Custom Funko pop of Glen Carter, aka Jellybean, bane of Raymond Reddington's life.
He's made with the body of SNL's Drunk Uncle. I switched out his hands, repainted to give him a leather jacket, painted stubble on a bald head and added glasses.
That's right... Mosquitos or not, my Reddington funkos will be sleeping with the door to the jet open tonight.
Oh sweet fsm
Y'all saw nothing
As soon as Coworker had turned the corner out of sight, Whumpee slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor. They buried their face into their knees. Their shoulders did not shake, and they did not sob, at least not audibly. Breaths came deep and slow and purposeful, trying to calm themselves down. They could do this. They could do this. They could do this. Just a couple more hours of work.
Elias leaned against the wall of the living room, staring at the floor. Candy was talking to him, but he couldn't hear a damn thing she was saying. He was lightheaded, and dizzy, blistering hot and then freezing cold and then hot and then cold again.
Someone was standing in front of him, suddenly, a pleasantly cool palm pressed to his forehead. Somebody said something to him, and he just hummed in response. His head was pounding, and the world felt like it was shifting under him, around him. He was moving--no, the world was moving, and he was standing still, and falling, falling--
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Candy caught Elias as he fell forward, cursing. She eased him down a bit, then lifted him, carrying him to the couch. "Oh, bud..." she sighed, lying him down. "Why didn't you say somethin'?"
As the creature at his neck sucked the life from him, Whumpee felt at peace, despite it all. Limp, slumped against the monster, they could say goodbye to all their worldly cares.