“I still don’t buy it.” Tennyson replies shaking her head. “I was a cancer ridden freak. Even if you were the biggest nerd on the planet, and ya might be, you’re cute enough to get laid and not even but the less fortunate. By like a 7 or 8 minimum. It can’t be true which is why I think it’s some bizarre attempt to appear more attractive but, darlin, I really don’t care about somethin like that. Most sane people don’t. The rest are pervs and vampires.”

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Tennyson takes a slow step toward him then slips past him careful not to touch him but looking at him shyly through her eyelashes as she made her way inside. It isn’t easy given the close proximity but she’s skinny enough to manage it. “I know I shoulda called or somethin’ but I didn’t expect to be here. I recognized your truck and wanted to ask... could you give me a ride back to my car?”

It's a curious thing being caught between life and death; heaven and hell. If she fully understood half of the mess she was in, overwhelmed wouldn't be a strong enough word, but that didn't mean she didn't feel the chaos in the air around her. Her own impending doom that others tried so fervently to convince her it was all in her head. That she still had a long life ahead of her. She didn't even try to argue anymore. Part of her wondered if they weren't right. If it wasn't her imagination but that didn't stop that sinking feeling. Tennyson could almost hear the ticking of her clock winding down.


Somewhere time shouldn't have mattered...

"Soon, my love. Very soon. Are you ready?" The deep timber of his voice sounded out of place coming from such a soft, sweet face. There was a time when she looked just as innocent but the light had abandoned her a long time ago. The closest she got now were those rare moments when she got to see him.

"As ready as I can be. You're sure she'll do it?"

He would have pushed the inky black strands away from her face if he could touch her. "She'll do it. I've been coming to her for months. She thinks it's all just been dreams but regardless her mind is eased. She even has hope that a solution will present itself."

"If everything is ready, why can't we do it now?"

"You know how they are. They love their symbolism. The mark of a new year means nothing to us but it means a new start for her."

She let out an exasperated sigh but nodded. They really were children. Lambs for the slaughter. "I've waited this long. I suppose two more days won't make much of a difference."

"It will all be worth it when I can touch you again. When you're no longer in that place." His voice held the tears his eyes refused to let fall. She let his words slide over her skin as his image faded and the screams crashed in around her. The loss of him felt like a cut every time but sorrow wasn't something she could allow herself to feel. So instead, she channeled the pain into rage and went back to work.

Third trimester is kicking my ass and what little energy I've had has gone to holiday crap or baby prep. Next thing I know its been weeks and I'm sure I'm at the limit of y'alls patience. I wish I could say definitively that it won't happen again but with only 7 weeks of this shit left, somehow I'm sure it will. The last 8 months have been so rough. Like not even normal pregnancy rough. Between hyperemesis gravidarum (extreme morning sickness), sciatica (lower back pain), and now polyhydramnios (too much amniotic fluid), I'm just REALLY looking forward to not being pregnant anymore. Though I am lucky. Despite all the crap I'm going through, this kid is a tank. Not only is he beyond healthy, he's getting fat. Gonna be a 9lb. baby like his dad and every member of his friggin family. Something that should have been disclosed BEFORE I agreed to all this. Now I've gotta figure out how to get this St. Bernard out my cat door. Thank you baby Jesus for drugs. I'm going to need like all of them.

Anyway, enough talking about the impending abuse to my lady business. I just wanted y'all to know that I'm not dead, just very sorry for being MIA, and that I hope you had the best holidays. <3 Love you!

((x-posted to both accounts))

I am so sorry for being gone for like 2 weeks! We had like 3 people quit at work all in one week, so while HR scrambled to get new hires, the 3 of us that were still there had to pull all kinds of extra hours and weekend shifts to keep up. Safe to say, I've been too exhausted for much else. BUT the new people started this week and while I do have to work tomorrow, it's only a half day and then I'm back to my normal schedule next week. Overtime is nice but it will be good to get back to my routine. So I should be able to get caught up soon and maybe even move forward on a couple plots that have already been brewing. Sorry again for the absence.

Also, a little update on the kiddo situation. We got the big anatomy scan last week and the baby is right on track, looks perfect, and we're having a boy! I just started feeling him moving around too. No lie, it's a weird fucking sensation. I've been calling him my little facehugger.

This Easter is gonna be fun.

She looked at her phone and fought the urge to throw it. This was exactly what he wanted. She hadn't done anything wrong. He had absolutely no reason to be angry at her. None. And yet, he was the one determined not to talk to her anymore.

Tennyson knew that she should have just ignored the text. She knew that it hadn't been meant for her but there was maybe a little hope that it was accidently on purpose and he'd had a bad day or something and he was just too embarrassed or thought she was still angry at him but nope. Clearly that wasn't the case and the fact that she was the only one still bothered by all this just irritated her even more.

"Ugh!" She groaned loudly and finally did throw her phone this time but it was only at the couch so it bounced.

Wanna know how you can make everyone over the age of 25 feel positively geriatric?
Just play them some oldies:



There are people taking their driving test this year that weren't even ALIVE when the song came out.
XD

Ahh... rare proof that I was once a flesh eater. Y'all don't even wanna know how horrified I was when I learned what that chicken leg was made of.

This might be the greatest thing I've ever watched in my life!

What I've been doing today at work:



So productive!