a_time_slip: (looking down)
Dear dreams,

Can you please go away?  I don't need to see what I've done every night. 

I know I'm a terrible person.  And if this meant the other kind of dreams, please kindly go away.  It's not going to happen and my fate is already sealed.

Other dreams?  The ones I'm sure are from pregnancy hormones, kindly go away.  I'd like one damn night where I sleep and wake well rested.

a_time_slip: (looking down)
Dear dead family members,

I'm not sorry that you're all dead.  The only one I care about is Franklin, and I'm naming my son after him.

I'm so sorry, I lost it, oh gods what did I do?

a_time_slip: (Default)
After this
and this
and [insert link]
and a conversation yet to be posted
Future R P Marker, okay?

A strangely refreshed Janie knocked on Xander's door three times, ready to go with him, and kill things.

It had been quite a while for her, but only eight hours for Xander since she'd trained him on the two weapons.  The two of them could do anything if they were together, couldn't they?

She waited patiently, nodding politely to a neighbor.
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