divorced parents pro tip: if there’s a missed call from each of them within twenty minutes of each other, throw your phone down a well because its too late to avoid the shitstorm anyway.
guys if i say im going to be writing sometime in the next two weeks, im probably lying because hol-y shiet finals are going to be rough.
going to try to have another 1k posted of the werewolf fic tonight
i would rather communicate through interpretive dance than have you call me on the phone
Semaphore. Pigeons. Unspeakable ritual circles that cause words scrawled in goat blood to appear on mirrors in other rooms. Whatever. Just not phones.
Flower codes. Secret message drops in enemy territory. Writing messages in the sky with remote control airplanes streaming airshow smoke. All of these are acceptable alternatives to calling me.
Sidney Bristow with her bad
wigs that sit on her head and are
hot pink or neon blue. She wants revenge
for her fiance. He was british and looked a bit
older than her—lines on his face. He died
in the first episode.
Sidney is a double agent. Her life is always in danger
But she’s handy with a gun. I—
eat hershey kisses and sit back. Sidney kicks
ass. She kicks and twirls and when she’s sitting
there in the torture chair, sweat on her face, grinding her teeth, she—
won’t give them what they want, she just says “please start at the back,”
when they near her mouth with the pliers.
Sidney shoves an ice pick in that guy’s knee, we hear him scream
She’s under water—that’s where the episode ends. But Netflix has
an autoplay feature. I don’t have to wait. I don’t even have to move.
not excited about writing a free verse poem… I don’t even know what to write about???