Justice is My Copilot @Paperclippe@witches.town

She took a drag off of her cigarette, flicked ash in a practiced way into a little bronze dish.

“I’ll tell you what, though,” she muttered, blowing smoke up to the ceiling, where it hovered around the single exposed bulb like a sooty moth, “JFK didn’t have a hell of a lot to say.”

#writingprompts #writing #promptober

Pals. I finally got my Anders tattoo. I’m so happy. https://witches.town/media/tJslnX6apwS5CpnMtEg

Tattoo status: itchy AF

omg I'm gonna have to crochet a hat and cape for myself

like immediately

what do you mean A Hat in Time doesn't release for PS4 today

crushed

i am crushed

i should also probably read the fine print on things

I really don’t wanna go to the bakery tonight. It’s so rainy and gloomy and I just wanna go home and have tea. Going to a second job after going to the first job - which was hard enough - sounds like a nightmare. Oh well. At least I like actually doing it. I just don’t want to -go.-

Who submitted her staff pick a week ahead of time

This girl

Octothorp library life

(Now I have to do my staff report sob)

you know what fuck hashtags we're going with octothorps

octothorp library life

9:45 am and it's already way too cold in the office

hashtag library life

+fetches second cardigan+

Chopped three inches off of my hair before my shower which took it from top of thigh to mid-butt. Not even enough to notice.

In case you're wondering, the length of hair past "long" is technically referred to as "ridiculous," as in, "That is some ridiculous hair you have there, Justice Mage."

Three ~30yo women are sitting in the back room of the library where they are employed.

A: I could eat a bug. But not a live bug, not if it were all squirming.

Me: Well, no. Not a live bug. You'd have to like, cook 'em, like food. But I wouldn't eat a live fish either. +a pause+ Well, okay, maybe a goldfish, for a bet, I think I could do a live goldfish depending on the size of the wager.

A: Mm, yeah, I could see that.

D: +nodding+ Yeah, that makes sense.

The only political discourse I care about right now is what's happening with Eurovision

First Penguins game of the season and I really don’t know what to do. I’m still so mad at them and this is threatening to ruin my entire winter. I know that this is stupid. I know that sports are pointless. But hockey got me through some really rough shit in my life and now I have friends and a partner who also love it and all the enjoyment has been sucked out of it for me. God damn it.

I’m worried the thing that I’m writing is kind of just a convoluted queer retelling of The Thing on the Doorstep

But I also think that that might be awesome sooooooooo

Maybe if I didn’t have magical girl hair this wouldn’t be such a daunting task