The Bad Batch Things That Live Rent Free in my Head: A Series.
Part Twenty-One
Tech: “There’s no room on board for that.”
Wrecker: “Yeah? Well I’ll make room! A new mission and unlimited explosives. Things are back to normal.”
Tech: “That’s not going near my rack. I refuse to sleep by a projectile again...”
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May: “I haven’t heard that one before”
Jen: *nervous laughs* “ha yeah. I’m guessing you parents were lazy and just named you after the month you were born in?”
Internal Jen: "WTF! DID I JUST INSULT HER PARENTS??!?!"
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Currently decluttering my room and found this gem lol. Since I didn't have a computer at home, this is how I used to read fanfiction back in middle school: just go to my mom's work amd print out any story I found interesting
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omg I got some bad news you guys
Indigo Park is really stinkin' good.
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OMG! Wait no they did not just do that its the car the Thelma and Louise car like they aren’t going to die but the implication of all there crimes getting piled up together and them having to run from the law maybe literally this time and even Charlie teasing them about it and omg since Jens car is totaled is this there new car or is it just for promo. I have questions. S3 I can’t wait.
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Technical Rehearsal
You know, sir, there are bones in my body
that are yet to have names. Terrifying
elevators, pulling me up.
I am all of this, ballooned.
Rooms filled up with furniture that is
not my own, rented out to cherry trees.
Together we are plays that will go wrong. Sir,
I am uncertain in the seasick theatre,
counting all of my rooms.
I am a house, sir. A picture of a house.
I am a house, sir. A house with birds.
by Jen Campbell
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