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The Bricklayer


Slow down, you're doing fine, you can't be everything you want to be, before your time... -Vienna, The Stranger: Billy Joel. (Any Pronouns)

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  • 122 weeks
    Happy New Year

    And let's make it a good one eh?

    4 comments · 377 views
  • 122 weeks
    Happy New Year

    And let's make it a good one eh?

    0 comments · 307 views
  • 130 weeks
    *eye roll*

    me checking the dislike ratio on my new story

    Glad to know bigotry is still alive and well in this fandom.

    It's glad to see some of us didn't watch the same series as I did.

    8 comments · 657 views
  • 133 weeks
    So where I've been

    Okay, uh... how do I begin this? Well, I suppose I should start with the obvious. Yes, I've been distracted. If you follow me on Archive that should be obvious. And if you don't, you totally should btw. Yes, I'm shameless.

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    1 comments · 531 views
  • 140 weeks
    Final chapter up

    Been a hell of a ride, honestly. I just apologize for dragging it on for so long.

    1 comments · 400 views
Apr
18th
2016

10 followers! And story preview! · 5:58pm Apr 18th, 2016

Okay, so I've reached ten followers. Okay, maybe not that big of something to celebrate about but I'll do it anyways! Thanks you guys! Here, as a treat for you I'll give you a preview of my next story, which'll be a sequel to "Written Script's Bad Day" titled "Of Dig Sites and Sleepovers".

Anyways, back to the problem at hand before we get too off topic here. The letter he had received was a invitation to a dig out in Appleloosa where supposedly some new finds had been discovered that would change history for that area and shed new life on the lives of the early buffalo tribes. In fact, Yearling herself had been given this task by the current chieftain himself. Oh, Script wanted to go but that left a problem. He'd need someone to watch his kids while he was gone. He supposed he could try and give Potion the responsibility but he just wasn't sure he was ready for that task. That left one other option, and one he didn't like all that much. His ex.

"Oh boy... What have I gotten myself into...?" He grumbled as his head met his desk during his lunch break AKA what was supposed to be his stress free hour. His coffee was looking good about now.

Another thanks to you all, my friends! Here's hoping I reach 50!

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