I’m sooo close to done with the next part of my WtH fic. *wipes tears*
i’m sooo close to done with this chapter it just needs, like, 2000 more words and smoother transitions.
… Lil extended a taquito, more deadly than any nuclear weapon…
now i remember why i don’t usually type early in the morn
Young Angels Microwaving Taquitos At Two In the Morning Whilst Planning Bloody Revenge: a fic by me
major plot points in my fic: clothing
Zack visited once, unsure, with a small bouquet clutched like a shield in both hands. They were unbelievably vibrant and fresh, there was no way they were just from the grocery. He blushed an interesting shade of green and red when she asked where they came from, and skirted the question with zero tact by apologizing again.
“Seriously, shut up.” She plucked a pink flower with a very fine stem from the bunch and violently jabbed it in one of the holes of the jersey he wore all the time.
With quiet surprise he jerked away, gently adjusting the flower when it tried to escape. “Okay…”
I care about Zack too goddam much. I don’t even know anything about any of them really but I care about goddam Zack and his role is nil in this story.
I’m still not done with this f u c kin g chap t e rr.. . ……
*cries at character development*
wow I somehow wrote ~7000 words yesterday
why can’t I write happy shit