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Rules: Write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Toco las manecillas del reloj y estás con su filo abrieron su piel, haciendo cicatrices por el paso del tiempo.
Thanks for the tag @kitaychan uwu your wip looks pretty cool.
@needcake @cocoanut-prince @bendedwillow
@anybody who wants to do it uwu
Josh: You realize there's only one option for us? It's the last time we're gonna see each other.
Marissa: And I think that's okay. This type of closure is a lot more than most people get.
Josh: I'm thankful for that... So back to being strangers, huh?
Marissa: I don't think we'll ever really be strangers, Josh. Strangers are people who have no impact on your life. But no matter where we go, even if we never see each other again, we'll always know the impact we had on each other: back then, and oddly enough once more today.
Random Hange and Nanaba Head Canons because They Randomly Came to My Head.
Hange and Nanaba are binder buddies. Hange does it because they are gender fluid and Nanaba just likes how it feel gender wise and it makes her life easier. They both make sure to tell the over one to make sure to take off be for bed (Normal Nanaba is the one telling Hange to do, she can be forgetful) , and will buy new ones if needed for each other.
They totally dated in their Cadet Years, but soon fell apart because of different military assignments. But they still cuddle time to time platonically.
Nanaba would love to play with Hange’s hair since Nana’s isn’t very long.
Even thought Hange is not a fan of dresses, they’ll put on a dress so Nanaba can fix any holes or anything like that (since it is easier to do it one someone and Nana and Hange have the same body shape and are similar in height.)
They woke to pain and gasping breaths. Critter lay on the cool stone floor, every inch of them aching. Their breaths slowly evened out and they rolled onto their front, moaning quietly. They looked themself over, finding cracked scales around bruised points of impact from their fall down the stairs. They reached up to feel around their neck where they had been choked and found some missing scales along with the cracked ones. Critter closed their eyes again, moving each limb, tail first, then legs then arms. When they reached their left wrist they yelped as the bones slid. The yelp trailed to a whimper as they heard the door open at the top of the stairs. The footsteps were slow, steady, and it took almost a full minute for them to reach the bottom of the stairs. Feet came into view, then legs then Lyla’s face as she crouched down to look them over.
“You’re going to have to clean your act up by the weekend. I won’t have you embarrassing me.” She stroked a finger over their crest, which was just as bruised as the rest of them. They suppressed a moan of pain, hoping that maybe if they were quiet and didn’t fight she wouldn’t hurt them more.
Please don’t hurt me more.
She continued stroking them, down their back and over their shoulders. She was being gentle, only touching lightly, never pressing, but it still hurt and they shuddered.
“I’ll be bringing you upstairs more, keeping you down here won’t do you any good.” She trailed down their left arm, they stiffened as she approached their wrist. “But you run like that again and the consequence will be much worse than being thrown down the stairs.”
She reached their wrist and they flinched then trilled loudly as she tightened her grip around the broken bone.
“I’ll give you one chance to quiet that down.”
They were already whimpering, the trill over, and that was shoved back down their throat as fast as they could. Lyla released their wrist and they held back a whine.
“Better. I’ll call Doctor Gregor to set that, can’t have it healing wrong.”
Ivy to literally everybody in this new short
in the 24hrs ive been ignoring my email, we’ve added a cast member, revised the script, and someone on the production team dropped out. Keep in mind we start filming tomorrow
Yo i'm not going to be able to stop thinking about that After School Special short. Fuck that was so fucked up. And I LIKE fucked up movies. But I didn't think a short could fuck me up SO FAST. I don't know if i'm ok right now. umm no......no............
