Possibly, I have an odd sense of humor if THIS: I couldn’t figure out good arm motions to convey any of this, and sitting still didn’t feel like an option, so I wasn’t sure what to do with my left hand while the right was busy slicing away at the air with my janky glasses. I settled for tapping my spoon against my coffee cup for the entire duration of the story. had me rolling. Zero fucks given.

Who the heck fuckin’ shoed the Jersey Devil!? I love how this part came out and DAMNIT NOW I WANT TO KNOW.

I really like the counterpoint of Spenser thinking of his insides v. the description of the diner.

Zipping up my skin over my itchy new sweater. EEE *LOVES*.

I may have blood on my hands, but at least about half of it is my own. *ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLS*

Matter is neither created nor destroyed. Honestly, it’s less monstrous than it is futile. Like reorganizing drawers without throwing anything away. Yessss. Thisssss.

The way you describe the kill makes my toesies wiggle. Especially that jot of not wanting to lick the battery. That just made it even with the blood and starlight.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the kidney! I finally got to see it in all of it's glory!

AND IT IS GLORIOUS

AND THANK YOU