i feel like i should be hungover

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After getting not exactly nice anon messages about what I’ve written (and I’m the first to admit it’s not great), I haven’t exactly felt like writing, and I feel like i should apologise that I have. I don’t exactlyhave great self-confidence anyway, so I’m sorry for being a loser.

This isn’t exactly brilliant, AND it’s too long, so I’m sorry. But here it is anyway.

And thank you people who’ve sent me nice messages, I’m going to try and reply to them all tonight, or as many as I can xxx

Waking up with a hangover is never fun.  Waking up with a hangover on the couch, the morning sun burning your eyes, is less fun. Waking up hungover on a couch to the sound of the cat licking leftover takeaway from a plate, really not fun at all.  But waking up, hungover, sun in your eyes, neck stiff, to the memory that the person you’ve fallen for is marrying someone else – someone they don’t love – and that there’s nothing you can do about it? That’s the worst.

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Late night swim: part 3

Originally posted by nuggetzhoran

Ok so I’m just in tears because people are actually reading this stuff. Big shout out to jurassicworldandrex for reblogging these. Shout out to shayna-holmes for the idea. Please send me a message with any criticism or any ideas you would like to share. IF YOU’RE READING THIS THEN THANK YOU, YOU BEATIFUL PERSON YOU! Also this one is shorter because I feel that I should go to bed as fatigue will affect my writing. 

Links: part 1  and part 2

The next day you managed to stumble into the lab with a trenta Starbucks cup. That morning venti wasn’t big enough and for once you saw the beauty of capitalism as it meant that your hungover brain would get an extra shot of caffeine. One of the lab technicians from the other day was there and seemed very excited.
“They’re about to hatch any minute now” her voice shook with excitement. You felt guilty of being so hungover and unable to share your excitement with the technician. 
“Who’s going to imprint on them?” you’ve asked. She offered you a cookie and you gladly took it.
“I personally don’t know the guy. They’ve called him and he’s on his way. This batch will be trained to play with the kids, kind of like a dinosaur petting zoo” her eyes gleamed. You took a bite of your cookie and wondered how they will be conditioned and the amount of training that will be needed. You wondered whether this was the right life for these gentle giant creatures…
“I’m impressed, Y/N” the voice made you choke on your cookie. “Can’t tell if you’re really devoted to your job or just really really stubborn” Owen appeared and sat next to you. 

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