Having To Send Things To People Is Disgusting And I Hate It And I Crave It

Having to send things to people is disgusting and I hate it and I crave it

I go somewhere without service for ONE DAY and suddenly everyone decides to tag and follow me. I love y’all but now I have to go find which WIP I left my latest rambling in and slap it into a tag game post.

I’m a little sleep deprived ❤️💪

I’m too stubborn to be injured

This does not bode well for me

Heads Up, Seven Up

Soo... I was originally responding to @the-broken-pen for tagging me with this. Then I didn't know who to tag, so left this in my drafts. And then! @gummybugg tagged me with the same game. So now, here are two different snippets of stuff!

Rules: share the last seven lines of whatever project you've been working on

The Court Magician

Micah puts the letter in a pocket in his robe and opens the package. Inside is a gold pendant with three wide, curved spokes. In the middle is a circular-cut emerald. On each of the spokes are engraved paw prints of a cat, deer, and owl. The pendant is hung on a thin gold chain. Micah’s eyes and smile widened. “Oh wow.. This is lovely.”

In Love and War

Frederick stood frozen. “I-I.. I’m sorry, your highness,” he stammered meekly. “I- I was just.. f-following orders.” “What orders?!” Eliza’s voice grew louder. “I am your commanding officer, you listen to me!” Her wings extended fully in a powerful flap, the wind almost thundering in response.

Let's see, what random writeblrs can I attack tag to make sure they're writing? How about @amewinterswriting @olivescales3 @clairelsonao3 @moonandris and @chainsaw-raven

Heads up, Seven Up,

The remix

Since I’m unable to leave things unanswered (thank you for the tag @clairelsonao3), here’s a random seven lines from my post apocalypse WIP, because I made my friend play roulette with all my options.

Here’s a line for some vibes “There was a note of finality in his voice, and this time she did smile, that wretched smile she had learned when growing up in a government lab, that smile that almost looked agreeable but promised violence if the lights went out.”

“On your knees, hands interlaced behind your head.”

“Damn,” Rain cocked her head. “Where you born boring or did the Acadamy make you that way.”

She slid to her knees, cool metal seeping through her pants, and interlaced her fingers behind her head.

“Given up on pretending to be the innocent girl?” Carter questioned flatly. He slid behind her and pulled out a pair of cuffs to shackle her, ones she couldn’t see, but hear.

“I am innocent,” she let her voice quiver. “I just don’t want to be hurt and have you claim I was resisting arrest. I was just trying to contact someone about my situation—I have a right to a lawyer!”

The shackles slid onto her wrists, and they felt cold, tingling against her skin.

“Now I get the pleasure of finding a cell you can’t escape from.”

Good luck with that. She would be pressed to find a cell she couldn’t escape from herself.

“I didn’t do anything wrong—” she meant to let it slide out as a pitiful wail, but her tongue was sluggish in her mouth, sending out garbled letters instead. “What—”

“Biologically designed so slow the body process of the wearer down,” Carter said smoothly, giving the cuffs on her wrists a light tug. He pulled her to her feet, maneuvering her down the hallway, and it was a struggle to get her knees to comply.

Catch up, she thought bitterly at her body. You’ve dealt with worse than a little slowing agent, surely you can manage it now.

Why is tagging people so hard? @imaginativemind29new @jay-avian @clairelsonao3 @averyconfusedhuman @silver-ink-iron-words @poems-and-word

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I’m a writer. I love writing; it’s in my bones to create beauty through language and I strive to one day publish my work

I cannot stand spinach. It is the most disgusting vegetable. Any other lettuce is better. Spinach is not lovely and crunchy like other lettuce when raw, and it becomes stringy and soggy and awful when cooked.

I have a cat and a dog whom I love very much. They don’t get along though—my dog just wants to be friends and my cat was there first so she thinks he’s invading.