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U cannot hurt a scene kids feelings we just dye our hair and get more powerful

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close ups of my kandi box xP

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Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

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rainbow scene board!!!

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Merel pressed her lips together as she watched Smoothie try to calm himself down. It was hard not to feel bad for him, as unbearable as he was, but this was a hell of an awkward situation. A man she couldn’t stand was laying in front of her, injured and afraid and pitifully vulnerable, and there was nothing at all she could do to make the moment pass more quickly.

Maybe, though, if she could give him something to be irritated about, it would distract him from his anxiety, and things would be less uncomfortable all around.

“Yeeeeah, I can tell…” Merel said. “Don’t worry though, champ, you’re doing great!” She gave him a cheerfully obnoxious grin and ruffled his hair, since he was bedbound and could not retaliate.

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Merel had no idea what Smoothie was babbling about, who Blue was, or why he thought he would need bailing out of a hospital. She wasn’t naïve—she knew Smoothie was a sadistic lunatic involved with some really scary criminal groups, and that there was likely no shortage of people who wanted him dead, including the driver of the truck that had hit him and sped away. But right now, Smoothie seemed to be on a whole different level of gibbering paranoia, and it was quickly getting out of hand.

“Wh- stop, stop! Holy shit, shut the fuck up for a second.”

Merel stood over him again, winding a hand back to slap some sense into him, when Hope chimed in.

Don’t do that, love. He’s already in pain. You’ll only add to his distress.

She sighed and lowered her hand. She wished she knew how to calm people down; she never seemed to know what to say.

Do your best, Merel. I’ll help.

“Okay. Smoothie. Stop freaking out and look at me, alright? I need you to focus.” She leaned over the bed’s rail again so she could face him directly, looking him right in his bright pink eye with a stern expression.

Remind him that you’re here, you’ve been here, that you haven’t left his side, and that no one here has hurt him so far.

“Alright. Listen to me, dude. I’ve been here for the past half hour waiting to find out what was going to happen to you. You wanna know what they did to you when you were unconscious? They stopped you from bleeding the fuck to death. I know this because I haven’t left this room. I don’t know what kind of weird paranoid world you’re from where emergency room doctors don’t have better shit to do than torment you, but this isn’t it. If they wanted you dead, they would’ve just let you bleed out and then told me ‘Sorry, we were too late,’ and then gone on with their fucking jobs. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

      Some part of her explanation clicked; she was right for once. All paranoia aside, if the hospital had wanted him dead he would’ve been dead already. If they’d wanted to torture him, they would’ve asked the woman of no relation to him to go sit in the waiting room and they would’ve already done whatever it was they wanted to do. 

      He broke eye contact. Somehow the fact that Merel was right and that he was being unreasonable felt worse than anything else he was going through. Maybe he would’ve been better off if they had just put him out of his misery.

      Pouting, he leaned back into the pillows. He was going to make his injuries worse if he kept it up, and then he’d be stuck there even longer. “F-Fine. Fine, you’re right.” 

      He took a deep breath; and then another, and another, each a little more shallow and a little bit quicker than the last. Okay, maybe he was hyperventilating. Still, he wasn’t rambling anymore, and that was a success in and of itself. He bit his lip hard, trying to bring his breathing back to a normal pace. When he felt he’d succeeded, he spoke again.

      “I don’t like hospitals…” His tone remained stubborn despite it all; defiant, as through his words made his behavior acceptable.

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Bisexual + Arcade phone backgrounds for @farewell-archaeopteryx

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girls will see a chance to commit arson and be like “sorry, i have to take this”