I don't even know what Spanner is talking about here.

(  “It would be theoretically possible to create a Marauder’s map, actually.” )

I like my original author's notes for this one: The little drabble train rides again for the trip to the HMS Hipster Wrenches.

( “Do ya, like, expect me to leave ya one day…?” )

Maybe I got my weather descriptors wrong. Maaaybe.

( You were supposed to complain about how hot it was during summer, weren’t you? )

Has Hipster W(r)enches turned into my new Ghostspan? :O

( He looks at Mosca, as if there was something missing in him, something that should have been there, all along. )

Hipster w(r)enches are running my life.

( Chuckling, Julie proclaims that he’d nurse the mechanic back to health, and Spanner, surprisingly, shuts up. )

And again, for Ashy, and those damn fine Hipster Wrenches.

( Obligatory 'dude looks like a lady' cut link text. )

Another for the Hipster Wrench ship. Wherein the second word of this pair name is misconstrued. And Spanner struts.

( “Sweetheart, it don’t mean a thing if you have a fine ass yet you’re not up to shakin’ it a little.” )

For Ashy, my best and only accent bro. For the ship, HMS Hipster Wrenches.

( Well, that was certainly unexpected. )

For JC. :)
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( It wasn’t enough and it wasn’t real- and what, really, was stopping him from making it so? )

Male!Bluebell/Fem!Spanner for my principessa.

( “Span-chan’s so nice~! I know, why don’t you dance with her, Bluebell?” )