#foundourvoice

[onlyjokesherebro]

“OH SHIT, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SO CLOSE!”

dbd | jw & friends | part 1 || accepting

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     He’s still clutching his ( likely broken ) nose in his hands. First turtled on his back now foetused on his side, he squinches his eyes shut against the firework explosion of pain – oh yep, definitely broken, as if the stream of blood didn’t give it away.

     Maybe he shouldn’t’ve tried to surprise Sitara. Oops, his bad. He’d apologise if it weren’t the pain taking over his brainwaves. Jeeeez, she can pack a hit in an elbow.

[onlyjokesherebro]

“They said they won’t let me back into sewing club, because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needs, it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I ‘have to leave.’”

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          “No sewing duels to the death? Well shit, what’s the point then?” Snorts. Then backs up a little, just in case she has a spare pair on her and goes to make up for her missing out.

[n0va-c41ne]

@foundourvoice

“Fuck” Sentence Starters || @cavortswithdxmons

  “ – um, would you be disappointed to know I don’t know what happened either? All I know is I fucking hacked some big-named company … “

“Remind me to never drink and hack...” said Vivienne, pinching the bridge of her nose as she went to get water. They’d woken up on their stomachs on the hackerspace floor, laptops open, but dead, and several beer bottles around. 

Setting a bottle next to Sitara, Vi went to plug in her laptop, wincing as the bright screen lit back up. “Fuck, what did we do...gotta find some kind of log...then clear it”