not them talking about running away together….
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not them talking about running away together….
6-ish Sentence Sunday
Tagged by @ejunkiet thank you! Tagging @alittlestarling @dwead-piwate-meggers @master-of-schadenfreude and anyone else who would like to join in!
The lights to the police station should have been dark at this hour. Normally, only the front entryway lights, landscaping lights, and the front office where the night clerk sat illuminated the area, but tonight there was a faint glow of lamplight coming from the back where Ava knew Lucas’ office was.
She frowned. He’d been putting in more time with Unit Bravo lately while they worked on the carnival case, pulling late hours with a team that technically didn’t need sleep, and subsequently getting very little sleep himself.
It wouldn’t do if he wore himself down to nothing while he burnt the candle at both ends. His productivity, both at the station and with Unit Bravo, would suffer.
That’s what she was worried about. That’s all she was worried about. Sooner or later she might actually believe that lie.
some girl just came up to me and asked “do you play guitar?” . i told her “no?” and she said “oh cuz your right hand nails are shorter than your left hand nails”
Ava, i’m gay
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♟ : Patching up a wound -- this at least is something i could see tim do sqbhsbghdg
* ACTS OF INTIMACY : OPEN
ava crowder tilted her head to the side as she watched tim gutterson wrap her left hand with layer after layer of bandages . she had gotten a few nasty looking cuts on herself while trying to run from a shootout . seemed like these were a mundane thing nowadays . every once in a while she’d find a bullet hiding in her plants or hidden away underneath her couch . another one to add to the pile ; tossed away into her trashcan like that day’s leftovers . there was something to be said about a WOMAN LIKE HER BEING SO COMFORTABLE AMIDST ALL THAT VIOLENCE . ava just couldn’t find anyone who’d be interested in hearing it . everyone in harlan had had someone else’s blood on their hands ━━━ why should her story be any different ?
in ava’s opinion , it was far sadder when someone got to taste their own blood . and the more she watched the deputy, the more the blonde came to realize there was a layer of frailty tucked away in the depths of his being . ❝ you got slapped around before , deputy ? ❞ she asked casually . ava’s way of speaking could make even the most unpleasant of words sound like a song . SOME SONGS WERE BETTER LEFT UNSUNG . ❝ i can always tell . it’s the jaw . i reckon folk like us tend to tighten it a bit too hard without much of a reason . ❞ ava nodded and offered gutterson a small smile .
❝ it’s like all of us still holdin’ somethin’ back to this day . ❞
"I wonder if chocolate candies filled with apple butter would be any good? Hmmm...maybe I should just stick with baking goods and not making candy..."
Noah fence but Diana is honestly such a jam™
Blocked™ and Reported
phylopercadium replied to your post:Illness does not recognize holy days, but I may...
it is impossible for u 2 sound more nice & good than u already are unless u start literally making kittens appear wherever u tread
woW 8^) u r an embarrassment. Fingers crossed for the kitten thing tho