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@commanderzoe clicked it just in time
“Okay I know what it looks like...” Isabel started and raised her hands after being caught snooping around Hanji’s office by the woman herself, but she had a valid reason. “It’s not what yer thinkin’ at all!”.
@commander-zoe
“...Are you okay?” She questions a bit hesitantly, taking in the others disheveled appearance.
@commanderzoe from here x
She blinks. This was not what is suppose to happen. She’d clearly picked the wrong person to try and annoy into getting her more food. The words though were enough to make her pause, processing what she had just said.
“...”
Her head tilted, eyes narrowed a little bit, actually contemplating the idea, “D’ya think we’d get food from it?” she asked, arms holding her stomach.
@commander-zoe
“is that mold on the apple in the fruit bowl?”
@commander-zoe
boots crunch along the path moving towards the new Commander. anxiety still locked chest up tight, squeezing and compressing lungs, until breathing is near impossible. nightmares made sleeping impossible. knowing that they had killed one friend. lost another. and for what? to seal a hole? was it worth it? he had no idea if he could possibly even begin to say that it was. they’d been allowed home the night after. those that had homes to return to that is. he would have loved nothing more than to spend the night sobbing into his mother’s skirt. but what made him so special? most of the squad that lived had no one. no one to return to that night or ever. why should be so special as to be allowed to see his mother when those more worthy couldn’t?
instead he’d spent another night in the barracks with everyone else. awaiting their fate once more. who knew what laid before them now.
stopping next to the strange Commander, a breath sound. one he hadn’t been aware that he’d been holding. a question burns at the back of his throat, unsure if it was something that should ever see the light of day. least he find himself in the same position as the others.
‘ C-commander... can I ask you something? ‘
commanderzoe replied to your photoset:Under the Red Hoodie based on DC Comics character...
ughhh it’s sooo nice!! Brooke your work is amazing
You're the sweetest, thanks Tori. :) <3
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Ugh that sucks. My grandma has done that to me before too, and it’s sent me into an anxiety attack.
Last time it was my bathroom, and I freaked out so bad I threw (and consequently shattered) a mirror. > >
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:( I’m sorry Brooke <3
Story of my fucking life
She literally does this every single time I go away for more than a week
Despite me coming home and yelling about it every single time, even if I tell her not to go near my room before I leave.
