Coming back with a little crumb to lighten up my mood & everyone's else I guess 🤣
Took this vid when it aired so quality is sh** since then the episode's disappeared from their app and still no sign of it being uploaded again so that'll do for now
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Ugh.
I should do an adult thing and have a frank and honest conversation with someone, but how do you say "so there was this thing five years ago that you did/said, that was probably nothing to you, but felt harshly punishing to me, and I should have said something at a time but I didn't, because I didn't want to make a scene in front of couple mutual friends, and I'm a fucking doormat, but I couldn't afford to lose a friend and I thought shutting up and dealing with it by myself I'd get over it eventually and it would be worth keeping the one friendship I had at the time, but it's been years and we barely even interact anymore because neither of us communicate, and when we do interact these days I'm more often than not left reminded of that one time five years ago that you probably don't even remember but has been there for me, looming, and I feel honestly angry and hurt and this is bad for my blood pressure, but I'm also afraid of your retaliation but is it really worth it anymore if you don't even wave at me when you see me crossing a street because 'I probably wouldn't even notice anyway *smiley face*' "
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Good morning I'm in blurple villain au hell
(au belongs to desceros and gbao3!!)
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Leo is watching you sleep.
He'd really done a number on you this time. Fucked you into a state of complete exhaustion, and you'd fallen asleep easily once he'd finished with you. The sight of you sleeping in his bed, covered in marks that he left - naked and exposed and vulnerable, laid out in front of him, and so trusting, trusting, trusting - the sight usually fills him with something like smug satisfaction.
Now, though. He's not quite sure what he's feeling.
He drinks in every detail as he watches you, brow furrowing a bit while he tries to untangle the strange knot of emotions in his chest. You're such a pretty little thing. He doesn't want to look away.
Suddenly, the thought of not touching you is akin to blasphemy. His fingers start to draw lazy circles onto your bare shoulder, and a soft sound in the back of your throat makes him feel... he doesn't have a word for it, but it makes him pause, makes him scoot a bit closer, makes him wrap an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his plastron. You let out another soft sound, shifting in your sleep to lean into him. Trusting, trusting, trusting. Like it's easy.
The feeling of you pressed against him, soft and relaxed... he dips his face into your neck and breathes in, your scent making him a little dizzy, somehow. It doesn't make sense. Your scent hasn't changed. Nothing about any of this is really new, except for whatever the fuck is happening inside of him.
He's not sure what to think. It's almost... scary. As if now, for some reason, he's the one actually in danger.
Hm. He'll have to figure this out.
...later.
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incomplete (?) unordered list of posts about how members of Breakthrough are foils for Amy and how it never really goes anywhere:
About Ashley Stillons and how she relates to Amy Dallon
Rain being similar to Victoria and Amy
Members of Breakthrough echo Amy’s story
The therapy group represent aspects of Amy Dallon
Other members of the therapy group
Related commentary on an excerpt of ward
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i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.
you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.
and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts
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Hey, I saw you hadn’t posted in a while and I hope you’re doing okay. I’m sorry if you’ve been going through a hard time lately, and if that’s the case I hope you have some better days soon. Please take care <3
In news that probably surprises no one, I am struggling.
Thank you for your kind sentiments, anon. Hope you are better off than I am.
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