wonderful kids

One time I wrote a crack fic as a ‘What if” of Rogue’s chapter 18. Never uploading it though.

No one needs to see my sin. I sinned for 147 pages.

It’s horrifying.

fcn 28.2 if i didn’t have you

Martin pulled up Douglas sighed as Carolyn glared Arthur waited up very
outside another he put down the over at the young late one night to peer
client’s house phone and reached for woman in the out of his bedroom 
and just for one a pen to cross yet shop who had asked window at the 
moment, allowed another student off if she needed any dark sky. There 
himself a glance his week’s schedule. help getting to her were so many 
at the skies, Who could tell how the car. She was not an stars. He wondered
before ringing kid’s mother had found old lady, she if somewhere out there
the bell. The out about his smuggling reminded the world there was another
faint white track past: all he could be through a snarl as Arthur, one who had
of a plane up sure of was that she she trekked through the something to do
above him didn’t want someone like carpark to where in the morning, not 
reminded him Douglas teaching her Arthur’s car was waiting just more of this
of what he’d precious son how to to take them home. She waiting and 
given up. fly. He didn’t blame her. ought to be so much more. hoping.

Getting started on 20 000 Leagues made an old gripe of mine re-surface.

Finding Nemo. The cartoon.

Why the HELL would Daddy Fish name his last remaining offspring literally ‘Nobody’??? Just? Why???

Captain Nemo had his Reasons for calling himself that, but naming your own child Nemo???

No wonder the poor kid was so fed up with his dad.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.