0111

It is 3 in the fucking morning and I am besieged with plotless Woolfverse things that need writing down. Say it with me, kids: nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.

--but writing has been such a trial lately that getting something is better than nothing.

also, check out the first image that comes up if you google falconry (not really worksafe, but not explicit, uh).

( uses too many adverbsssssss and veers ooc and doesn't give a fuck at all it's almost 4am now whyyyyyyy )

0112

The first few moments at home with the twins. Woolfverse, in case you didn't notice. Insert why-can't-I-write-the-things-I-need-to whining here.

( what do we do now? )