We don’t tag our posts that are about each other anymore.
4 punk edits of Miss Heather Morris as requested by brittfabrayrps. Feel free to use, just don’t remove my credit.
and nothing bad happened to victoria hand and she lived forever and ever amen
Lol guys, I’ve been so busy and by busy I mean sleepy. I started overnight and I’m still adjusting to how life works when you stay up and work all night. But I did get your prompts and I love you for them~ I will do them, swears. I’m off the next two days so as long as my brain doesn’t slack. Yay prompts!
let’s start a “queer kids identifying with monsters and villains because we grew up watching queercoded bad guys in every show and movie” club
The new girl looks proper, like she grew up nice, a certain kind of class. Skye thinks that even before she starts speaking, then its confirmed when she hears the easy to listen to accent rolling off of the girl’s tongue as she tells Hand how she thought people weren’t supposed to ask what it is they did to get sent to prison. Its enough to make Skye snort, despite the fact that she has already acknowledged to herself that the in too deep expression looks good on the girl.
“What’s your name?” Skye interrupts, calling the new girl’s attention.
Large eyes that are just tinged with a measure of terror shift over to land on Skye and Skye smiles. That sly I’m-probably-up-to-something smile. It drains a little caution from the wide eyes set on her and Skye is trying to picture joy and the bliss of safety in them. She’s counting ways to accomplish those things things in prison. For reference.
“Jemma” The girl replies then shakes her head a bit to correct her mistake. “Simmons.”
Skye takes a few steps over to where Simmons is standing, just shy of the entrance. “Jemma.” She says with a nod, although there is a clear expression of warning aimed at Hand. Who only raises an eyebrow on that stony face of hers and gets back to what she was doing.
“You’re in bunk five until you’re placed. That’s the one above mine.” She shrugs and stuffs her hands into bright orange pockets. “Welcome to Litchfield.”
1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.or a song
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic. (or probably longer)
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