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wip- can i hit y'all with some chucker angst?

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Hc: Logan headbutts people in appreciation. He’s short, so it doesn’t hurt too bad. Just,
Kurt: good work out there man! *arms open for a hug*
Logan: mm. *bonk*
Kurt:
Logan:
Kurt:…thanks.
Logan: mm.
And then he walks away
you ever think about how if you met hua cheng in real life you'd absolutely hate him ?
no ?
... yeah me neither
A further stage of procrastinating school work is when you start doing house chores so you feel at least a little productive
Me: Hundreds of requests. 3 WIP series’. Bingo cards galore.Â
Also me: You need to write another series with this trope and this character with lots of flangsty goodness.Â

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Her hand tells the story. In one UNBROKEN movement it both reaches for the GLASS OF VODKA, and flexes and curls back away from it. POPPING VEINS can be traced up her arms beneath her sleeves. And there’s a THICK LUMP travelling ACHINGLY down her neck. Finally – when her TRACHEA IS FREE – she lets out a SIGH and she runs that once-clenched hand through GOLDEN-STREAKED MAHOGANY. “I… I much prefer that second question…” Was she really honestly supposed to KNOW how she’d COPE? “I pr-pr-promised Helena that NO… NO MATTER WHAT happens that her b-b-baby girl, her… Her saving Grace, would always.. a-always… have an AUNT SERA…” Chestnuts were lingering on that glass once more and she had to FORCIBLY tear her gaze away. Glancing out the window. “Honestly I’m… I’m scared th-that I… That I made a promise I can’t… keep…” THUD. Her skull met the window pane. “Cause when… When you ask me THAT. M-My, My stomach flips and my heart r-races. IT RACES and I just…” THUD. THUD. THUD. Eyes are screwed on shut but the tears are still leaking free. “I just… I made a promise… I made a pact… I… I… I just want– NEED Helena HAPPY. If… If Helena’s happy then I’ll FIGURE IT OUT… I’ll figure it out.. . I will… I… I…” She may not have been able to LIVE. She hadn’t even been able to consider COPING. She just… all she could offer…
                                                                  WAS SURVIVAL AT BEST...
JB looking too fine 🤤 Jackson so lucky//