and all i got was this stupid TRON crossover

no time to self, and I keep offering it away to the world because having it is so not working out for me; to notJojo, to the lady from Norway, little bits of real. I have been working inconvenient times at job a so am not done jumping through hoops to get retrained at job b yet, which did NOT stop D.M. from popping out and leaving me alone there to field questions from clients today even though she was not paying me, AND she still smokes in her office so I had to wash my hair before my evening shift at job a today; oh my god I hate working for her but I love the job itself, fuck everything. Job a has, for the most part, been bearable these last two years simply because there is always something to do; not so on rainy midweek evenings in January and I spent part of the night just stood at the front desk & trying to draft part of the ♠wreck on printer paper, staring at streetlamp arrays and green neon signs outside; hence post title. (no. not really. not quite. maybe in the next to last chapter? NO.)

and yet. The world is being stupidly cuddly at me still, and yesterday I got a decent line for the first time in ages. ('Would I tidy my hair to kill anyone?' <---OH, YOU + you know it's true hate when.)

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Fireholly99 4:03 pm
okay
uhhhhhhhhh so more cloud headcanon
sexual headcanon
that is
his pubic hair looks pretty much exactly what you'd expect

athene1miranda 4:06 pm
AHAHAHAHAHAAAA

Fireholly99 4:06 pm
i came up with that in the shower
i'm so proud of myself