“Maybe I Was Unsettled. Maybe I Was Bitter - Now You Decide To Work With Me? When You’re Actively
“Maybe I was unsettled. Maybe I was bitter - now you decide to work with me? When you’re actively trying to work against me? Faaaaaakeee.”
When you let yourself go free in your narrative it gets to be really, really fun.
this is the same work as the ‘I didn’t want to be a wanted fugitive’ by the way. It’s the same. I am Enjoying Myself
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No greater betrayal than waking up after 9 hours of sleep and your body is sore. Like bitch I spent last night sleeping where the fuck were you
oh my god
mandalorian grogu would be the best fucking Beroya ever.
“why do you say so?”
because
he’s already a hunter
oh my god imagine everyone looking at this. this small ass being and going “you’re the bounty hunter? really? i’m spending my money on you?” and then Grogu just comes back with the bounty in record time because he’s already just naturally a hunter. have you seen this mf’s ears? they’re so big wtf you think his prey can escape him?? no?? he can hear your heart beating and you better believe he’s coming after your crusty ass-
Writing Prompt #4
‘Bartender.’
To be frank, the only reason I was here was because the pay was good.
Almost too good, for such an easy job in my opinion. All I had to do was serve drinks - that were in labelled bottles, mind you - and to know when a person was red-faced enough to cut them off.
I didn’t even have to deal with the drunkards that often, they rarely came over to this particular establishment.
I guess I was just lucky enough to be at the right place at the right time. A poster on a lamp post, a chilly Wednesday morning, and a wallet that was only getting emptier. Then it was just a hop, skip and a twirl away to the club.
Well, they say club. It looks more like a cafe to me. Admittedly, most cafes don’t sell alcohol, but most clubs were loud and rowdy and wholly annoying.
Whoever designed this club had comfort in their mind; with large and lush armchairs, warm and rustic colours, and low-hanging dim lanterns. The atmosphere was almost always cozy - except of course for the times someone got too rowdy with the bottles.
There I was, minding my own business. Cleaning the glasses with a rag and nodding my head along to the tunes that floated out of the speakers.
Then she walked in.
I won’t be cliche. I won’t say that heads turned when she walked through the door. I won’t say that the speakers stuttered to a stop thanks to some magically timed malfunction. I won’t say her presence was magnetic, and that she’d be forever imprinted in the minds of the other people in the cafe.
Mostly because all that didn’t happen. Also because I’m not one for cliches.
But then she walked over to my counter.
Ordered a drink.
Took out her phone.
I mean, all normal things, right? I thought so too. I paid her no mind.
I served her drink, talked about how it looked like it was going to rain, then went back to work.
Eventually, she finished her drink, left her pay - along with a tip that I appreciated - on the counter, and walked out.
And that was it.
She didn’t even leave her number on the counter, so I filed that memory as insignificant and continued on with my life.
That was it.
It was, honest.
Though, while we’re on the subject of honesty-
I lied, she did leave her number on the counter.
Though, I’d dealt with lots of these before. I wasn’t exactly unattractive, if you’d catch my drift.
Most of the time, I’d ignore them. Throw them in the recycling, never look back.
This time though, I thought, what’s the worst that could happen?
Oh boy.
Everyone must enjoy this modern rice
Everyone must enjoy this modern rice
Well hey guess what?
After a lot of struggling and more than one occasion where I went “Hey can I just rewrite this whole chapter?” I finally managed to get another one up for ya!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794/chapters/72110688
‘what he would’ve wanted,’ is back!! Have fun :)
can we please take a million steps back and address the whole ‘bee-fucking-beekeeper’ thing-
I saw the future. There were so few bees left that they cross-bred beekeepers with them so they could better connect with them.
I was taking a test to identify plants (I won because some dude thought pineapples were berries) and after that I met a beekeeper who worked inside of a giant glass beehive and had little antennas and a dope ass beard.
