Dec 28, 2021
Etho had an unmedicated homebirth in his bathtub
im in public but can i schedulw a private meeting with you at 2pm. i have so much to learn from you. Also what is wrong witj you
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Etho had an unmedicated homebirth in his bathtub
im in public but can i schedulw a private meeting with you at 2pm. i have so much to learn from you. Also what is wrong witj you
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waking up in the morning (evening) thinking about so many things (unbearable life under capitalism) i just wish things would get better (viable career in the arts) im trying to get rid of them (my massive badonkers)
when i first met mr gates and he asked me my name, i f e a r e d the man i was about to create. i feared that someone born of such dark things would consume me, were i not careful, and i was determined only to wear him for a while and then dispose of him when his purpose was complete. and i thought of that story. am i ready to let him go? truth is: every day i’ve worn that name, i’ve h a t e d him a little more. i’ve been ready to return him to the sea for a long time.
library shenanigans
“It’s been a long day, Ernest.”
“It certainly has, Ms. Director.”
Whitaker returned the pistol to the inside of his jacket and unscrewed the cap of his flask.
“Be a dear,” the Director said.
The taller man nodded and passed it to her. She lifted it to her lips and took a long swig. Immediately she spit it out.
“Bloody hell, Ernest! Is that soup?!”
Whitaker grinned and that signature sparkle danced in his eyes. “Tomato.”
“This is becoming a problem.”
“I know.”
“The labs aren’t even near the kitchens.”
“I know.” Reece groaned. They ran a hand down their face. “He’s just confused.”
“He’s going to find a vial of HJ7 one day and mistake it for colored honey.”
“Oh, god, do not even say that.”
“So,” Reece ventured, “Any luck thinking of a name?”
The creature was sat on the old green fainting couch. He was much too big for it, but there was nothing else and Reece wouldn’t have him sit on the floor. He traced a large finger over the gold stitched pattern.
“Adam...?” Reece prompted, remembering the earlier conversation.
“Rowan.”
“Rowan?” the librarian was surprised. They nodded. “I like it. Why that one though?”
The creature looked down at them and smiled. “I took your advice and picked because I think it sounds cool.”
Orange remnants of goo was splattered over Dot’s clothes and smelled just as sour as her expression looked. You couldn’t blame her for wearing the expression and carrying the accompanying bad mood, she was covered in orange goo of course.
“Phoebe, I need Whitaker’s pistol. Reece, the pixie dust,” she said, standing in the threshold of the librarian’s office.
“Pardon?” Phoebe asked. She glanced at Reece, who stood on the other side of his desk, clutching a large jar of said pixie dust.
“The. Pistol. and the. Pixie. Dust.”
"What’s going on?” Phoebe asked as Reece moved the jar behind his back.
“I’m going to shoot pixie dust into Dr. Jekyll’s ears and show him how experiments can really fly.”
“Jekyll’s already been on enough drugs, Dorothy, he doesn’t need pixie dust on his record,” the Director said, walking past the office.
There was a moment of silence before Dot lunged for Reece. The librarian dodged and ran towards the door. “I’m giving this back to Barrie!”
“Not yet, you aren’t!”
Phoebe leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose as the two teens ran out of her office. “When do I get to retire?”