#garbage conversation

Because I’ll wake up at odd hours (or not even be asleep) and just get the urge.

This urge to check on you.

Dead ass in the middle of night you will see me staring at you from the doorway with all the lights off. Barely breathing. Just watching. Might move closer, approach the bed. Reach out to brush your hair back or adjust your blanket and sometimes, you already woke up and have been awake the whole time

Berkeley be like

*working on the outline for the next part*

Wow, talk about zero progress. I’m only a quarter where I need to be and —

*counts pages*

*counts pages again*

O-oh. Alright then. Five pages. Five pages in. This may be a problem.

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This took longer than expected, both to think of five things and send it off to ten tumblrs. 

1. My cat. Furry little asshole he is, I still adore him.

2. Horror movies.

3. My friends, both on here and on other sites. @galaxywhump @pepperonyscience especially. You guys have kept me inspired to whump the ever loving tar out of my characters and make light of the bloodshed the whole while. 

4. Getting tipsy and letting my spotify go to random. It’s a hugely mixed bag and it’s fun to listen, plus once I start it’s like “Oh, this song reminds me about that one, let me queue it up.”

Rational mind: properly formulate a response Garbage. Thank Marti for the kindness.

Lizard hindbrain: WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THE SEROTONIN. HAPPINESS FOR GARBAGE. HEE HOO WORD MACHINE.

Garbage: hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

:D

My outline is up to twelve pages, by the way. This is the longest one. And it will be delightful.