One moment. I’ll take my gloves off.
( Groaning happily— So much tension’s collected there, and in her shoulders. Peeling that chemical-resistant skin off and flexing her fingers. )
︎ ︎ 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 、 ˘ nul͟l . retweeted
╱ M will eventually get a new pinned with updated information but until i do this . Have her official reference hooray !!
( art by nightsoap/stellerjjay )
Can anyone explain to me why millenials think it’s okay to call women “pricks” just for bringing them life advice via a near-identical facsimile of their dead father? 😒
( Sifting a single white pill into her own palm; it’s broken, one half dropped into PJ’s hand. )
There you are.
I usually work myself until I can’t keep my eyes open, anymore. A handful of pills usually works, too— Would you like some?
( Just idly cradling him. She’s lost in thought, and they’re the only two people awake in the department. )
I must be imagining it, then. Hm— I’m sorry. I don’t touch you enough. 💧
( Her head by his thigh, she shifts around again— Hard to get comfortable— On the tile floor. )









