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i have a Feeling y'all would actually love bad blood if it was slow/wasn't upbeat
ah god i'm getting older i've got cramping in between my fingers from mashing controller buttons too hard X(
skam austin starts tommorow and I am freaking pumped
Youre awesome as hell 😎
'a moment of weakness' - tracersrecall // tracer
[ 22. My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun) ]
“Augh... nein, nein, nein!” she muttered a few quiet things in German, pressing her palm to her face. The results for her newest prototypes were not... they weren’t...
She slumped over the edge of her desk, elbows pressed to the tabletop, face buried in her hands. If she could not correct these errors... how would she keep them safe? What was she worth if not for this one skill. This was her life’s work, and she had been fumbling with this for weeks now. Where was the error? What was she doing wrong?
She felt the tears begin to burn at her tightly shut lids.
She was so tired, she couldn’t recall the last time she had slept on purpose. She had to get this right, she had to. While perhaps entirely unaware she’d worked herself to the point she felt as if lives constantly depended upon her - if she couldn’t keep up with the demand, with the risks and dangers in the world, she was letting every individual down. She had to save them, to ease their suffering, to protect them, to keep them alive at all costs.
And she was letting them down.
Finally opening her eyes again she looked over the results, over and over, a nausea building in her stomach, a dizziness fogging over her. She could not fail, not again. No, please, not again.
But her head snapped up at the sound of her door opening - and before she could even consider how she must look, her attention spun towards it. The sudden movement certainly did nothing to make her feel better.
“Lena-- you startled me...”
She realized as soon as she spoke that she must look a frazzled mess, and though it did little to aid her she haphazardly tucked some loose blonde hair behind her ear.
i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive
im glad you exist tbh <3