#sackrats

     “Joel?” Oh no. Oh shit. What the hell is she supposed to say. “He’s...” Esther audibly is not crying, if anything the apartment is too quiet, but for a second Midge considers pretending she is and running off to tend to her. The only thing stopping her is the amount of time it took to get her to lie down and go to sleep. It’s not that Midge doesn’t want to tell Kitty that Joel’s gone, it’s just. Well. The part of her conscience that shares her mother’s voice says Don’t!!! Tell her!!! Anything!!! in the sort of hushed tone you’d apply to a child about to start yelling about racecars in the synagogue. 

closer / not accepting

     watch her raise them again. then frown. then repeat. can a forehead wrinkle obnoxiously? she lowers her chin so that it touches her chest, looks right up at him, raising her eyebrows with so much intensity it looks like she’s giving herself a headache.

send that little symbol and i’ll generate our first five muses as potential ships  /  accepting  .

random ship generator · accepting.

birdy and chuckler... i feel like they wld be friends at first largely because chuckler is too nice to bully birdy and birdy would tell him about the various birds he can see and chuckler would be genuinely interested in these little bird facts, anyway i love them now

web and hicks... this is kind of darksided i feel like hicks would just stab web after five minutes? but at the same time is that darksided or is it what web deserves

brad and doc roe... so WHAT if i put doc roe on this list even tho hes on a separate blog, sue me! anyway this would be very good and sexy because brad is an idiot. who needs someone to tell him so

dyta and fanny... THIS REALLY CAME UP AT RANDOM EVEN THO WE’VE ALREADY TALKED ABT IT...RANDOM DOT ORG KNEW! ugh its mind! anyway dyta likes to play things off as not being as Real as they are so she would definitely love to make probably slightly rude jokes about fannys whole family sitch but also be like.......in love with her so

random ship generator

closer starters

     ‘ yeah? i didn’t ask. ’  she regrets it quickly, but thinks that back pedalling would be worse, somehow. she’s curled up in fanny’s armchair, drinking from a mug of black tea that smells like it has more than a drop of whiskey in it. they don’t have enough time to be spending any of it bickering, but she can’t stop herself. fanny’s caught her in a brief moment of weakness, and everything within nadia is reeling to prove that she’s anything but.

it’s too dark to make out the red, puffy quality to her eyes that give away the angry tears she’d rolled out of bed to hide. in this light, it looks like she could just be tired. and she is tired  —  it wouldn’t be a lie if fanny made her say it. she’s so fucking tired.