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When I fuck up a reply, but don’t have time to edit it.
jessicxmoore
Sorry!
jessicxmoore replied to your post:HEY YOU'RE 26 DUDE and i kindly ask that you not...
i want this framed
what about on a grain of rice
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they’re small, soft and fluffy, adorable little things that sit there so unassumingly, perfectly innocent. but he has no idea how they got there. ( he didn’t even think he had gotten that drunk. ) how he’d managed this was beyond him. “ so I may have adopted three bunnies. “
he's lost amongst an array of papers, barely registers the last of his night class’ students filing from the room with a wave & sighed ‘ see ya next week, professor. ‘ he calls after the other just in time to catch their figure in the door, a low mumble with a raise of ivy hues. “ what’d’i tell y’bout that professor crap? s’dean. i’ll see y’monday, kid. “ & from there it doesn’t take long to fall into the familiar lull of grading. more often than not the winchester spent a good part of the later hours lingering within his room, at times having to insist he head home with a glaring three or four in the morning from his office’s desk.
this job ––– this attempt at a life outside of hunting, it didn’t prove to be anything less than exhausting, but it was something. something to keep the maddening thrum of his mind somewhat dulled, while still holding some sort of purpose. he’s not paying much attention to his watch, nor the planner beneath the pile of essays with a scribbled note of his meeting with his will-be grad assistant. brimmed glasses are pushed to the bridge of his nose, scrawling a few notes atop the first paper’s margins.
jessicxmoore.
jessicxmoore. ❜
WATCHES HER DANCE in the kitchen for a full five minutes before clearing his throat & announcing his presence, shoulder resting lazily against the doorframe.