#do you hate me now?

[thatgiraffefromtlou]

Do You Hate Me Now?

summary: You had always been alone. Even when you were with people you never truly were with them. All that changed the day you met her.

wrd count: around 1.9k

warnings: cannon violence is really it. however this is starting *right* before david and I will be writing that in the next chapter or so, but i will also probably beat around the bush with that.

other: I hope you enjoy! :)

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pt 1: Good Shot

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“Don't move.” a voice called from behind you.

You were crouched under a window, bow and arrow in hand, peeking out the window of the room you had been squatting in.

You had just heard that same voice about 10 minutes earlier while enjoying a nice can of green beans. You couldn’t really make out what the female voice had said, but that's only because you didn't think much about it at first.

However; very quickly her voice was followed by shooting, and you suddenly took a lot more interest in your surroundings.

After the initial shooting, it became pretty quiet, so you stayed put and listened. Besides, the talking and shooting was coming from the building across the street, so you didn't feel any need to up and move, just to end up in the middle of it.

Now though? You very much regret that decision, and wished you would have got the hell out of dodge when you could have.

You stayed still, and sure as hell did not plan on moving an inch. Well you didn't plan to be in this predicament either, but you guessed this is what you get for deciding to be a sitting duck.

“Drop your weapon and turn around slowly” the stranger instructed.

You did as you were told, and pivoted on your feet slowly, setting down your bow, and looked up. It was just a girl. She looked to be around your age, with green eyes, freckles that sprinkled across her face like stars in the night sky, and auburn hair that framed her features, all pulled up into a ponytail.

She wore a grey t-shirt under a jacket with big purple, white, and black stripes on it, finished with simple jeans and Converse.

Your heart beat up and a bubble formed in your throat. You always knew you liked girls, never really was a mystery, but just now, you were completely smacked in the face by that fact. 

You didn’t know what exactly to do in this situation because as much as you just landed on the fattest fucking crush you have ever had in your 14 years of living, her gun was pointed at you. She was still a stranger, and you didn’t trust her. 

Neither of you knew what to say. Eyes searching the other, looking for something, yet neither of you knew exactly what you were looking for.

You spoke first, swallowing hard, as you put your hands up, “I'm y/n.”

Short and simple right? What else were you supposed to say? ‘hey I know this is like not the time but like, you live around here?’ No. That’s not what you’re supposed to say. She shuffled a little and took a quick glance around.

She looked back at you and contemplated her next words before she spoke, “Do you know a quick way out of here?”

Your brain lagged and you stuttered as you answered her, “I- I mean yeah?”

You stared at her, confused about her unexpected question. You figured she would ask something completely different. You don’t really know what you expected, but either way, it definitely wasn’t that. 

This question had desperation lingering in her tone. You could tell she was trying to hide that and be more stern about it, but her face gave her away completely. The way her brows furrowed and her eyes begged you to say yes.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a man rounded the corner and wrapped his arm around her neck. He used her surprise and confusion and knocked her gun out of her hand.

He hadn’t yet seen you, crouched down, as he started to strangle the girl. You didn't think, just acted, grabbing your bow and arrow from in front of you. You steadied yourself, aimed your arrow right at his head, and released your grip.

His body fell with a thud, a thud that echoed in your brain. You just stared at him stunned. Sure, you have had to kill people before, but something about this was different. You weren't killing in self-defense, you had just killed to protect someone else. Someone you knew nothing about.

Which also isn’t bad, but it was new. You had almost always been alone. Even when you were with people, you never truly were with them. 

You had grown up at a QZ in Atlanta with your uncle. He was your life's light, and you missed him with every breath you took. His death put you in a tight spot, and not having anyone to turn to, you fled the QZ with a group of rondos at the age of 12.

The group was hesitant about bringing you at first, but once they found out about how good of a shot you were they folded like a bunch of lawn chairs. They made it halfway to where you are now before you found another group. This group had more women and children. It felt far more safe, peaceful.

As much as you enjoyed that group though, you got attacked by a group of infected, and you got out of there by the skin of your teeth.

Ever since then, you have literally been alone. Squatting from house to house, (or in your case right now, buildings) with only yourself to defend. That was until now.

Now you have this strange girl, and you just killed for her. Did that give you two some weird bond? Or does this mean nothing?

Is this what the world is now? Killing is just as normal as it was to go to get Starbucks with your besties before the world went to shit?

“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly, and chuckled, “That was fucking close.”

You snapped out of your train of thought and let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You lowered your bow and saw the girl had already gotten out of the grasp of the man, grabbing at her throat and sucking air back into her lungs.

You looked at her stunned again. This was starting to become a pattern you didn’t quite enjoy. Girly just almost got choked to death, and hell if you weren’t a good shot, then she would have died from an arrow, and she's joking?

“Good shot.” she smiled to you, letting out another breathy laugh, eyes winding a bit at her words.

As much as you didn't find this situation funny, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Her laugh was infectious and it spread through your veins all the way from your heart to your fingertips. Your body tingled from the sound. 

You shook your head, thanking her with a half smile, and slowly stood up. The girl crawled over to where her gun landed and picked it up. She stood up, quickly went back to the doorway, and peeked down both sides of the hallway, making sure no one else was going to sneak up on the two of you again.

She turned back to you, “So, do you?” You looked at her slightly confused. Completely forgetting about your previous conversation.

“Huh?” You said back to her furring your brows at her question. You really weren’t liking this at all. You hated being confused and the girl in front of you was just ball of confusion. 

 “The way out?” she looked at you, her eyes widening and brows lifting with her question “Oh yeah... That.” You shook your head and looked around the room.

You turned back to her and debated if you should even ask. If she said no, you could too, couldn’t you? Just these few minutes with her proved she wasn’t going to shoot you anyways.

“Do you mind if I go with you?” you asked her. She looked back out the door and turned back to you, “Yeah sure, grab your stuff, but make it quick. I have no clue where these fuckers are at.”

As much as you didn’t like how confusing she was, you no longer could squat here, so you might as well. You quickly found your bag and shoved all your shit in it, which wasn’t much, but who had much these days anyways?

When you were done you walked to the man and put your foot on his head as leverage. You pulled the arrow from his skull and slid to the other side of the door frame, opposite of the girl.

Carefully peeking out you looked down both sides of the hall before you met her gaze and asked, “Do you at least have any clue how many of them there are?”

She shook her head no at your question and you sighed. “Well, just stay quiet and stay behind me. We're gonna sneak our way out of here.”

She did as you said as you ducked down and ran down the hallway with quiet feet. The halls twisted and turned like a maze, and you almost thought you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere but then you finally made it to the stairs, letting out a barely audible sigh of relief. Just as you were about to head down you heard voices.

You acted fast, turning around and grabbing the girl's arm, leading her into the nearest room. You looked at her and put your finger over your lips telling her to stay silent.

You then pointed at her and to the ground, signaling for her to stay here, then mouthed “I’ll be back.” She nodded, letting you know she understood.

You scanned the room for anything and found a bottle on a table. You quickly went over to grab it before you turned back around and started to tiptoe down the dingy hallway.

Peeking down the stairs, you saw no one was there, so you continued down and stopped at the bottom.

Hiding behind a half wall, there was an open door across the stairs leading to an empty room. Three men were in the hall to your right, and an empty hall to the left.

Which would be nice if you had to go left, but you needed to go right. You rolled your eyes, cursing the men in your head, and quickly but quietly made your way back up the stairs and to the girl.

Once you got there you whispered the plan to her before returning to the bottom of the stairs with her right behind you. You waited till they all had their backs towards the stairs, and quickly crossed the hall to the empty room.

Ducking on either sides of the door frame you looked at her, and she nodded. Her face was serious but she had her bottom lip caught in her teeth a little, nervously waiting. You threw the bottle down the left hallway and the men immediately went to investigate the source of the crash.

Both of you held your breaths as they passed the doorway never breaking eye contact. Once they were far enough down the hall you peeked you head out, double checking, before you both beelined your way down the right hall to the front of the old building.

Ducking behind a pile of boxes you noticed one man was guarding your way to freedom. Slowly you grabbed your bow and arrow and silently aimed it at the man.

By some miracle, he didn't see you and you managed to shoot him right in the head. You quickly made your way to the man, retrieving your arrow before slowly opening the door, grateful the arrow hadn’t broken. You took a quick look around then turned back to the girl.

“Dude seriously where did you learn that shit-” she joked. You snickered at the girl and looked back out before sprinting down the alley to the left.

Ducking behind a dumpster you checked your surroundings one more time before turning back to her. “Okay, before we continue, where exactly are you trying to go?” You didn't mean to be presumptuous, she never invited you to stick with her, you were just to show her the way out, but neither of you exactly had time for pleasantries. 

She hesitated for a bit but eventually, she spoke in a rushed tone. “There's a man I am with… Joel… and he is hurt. I was out hunting yesterday day when I came across another man. Stuff went down but long story short he ended up giving me some medicine that I needed for Joel, and I brought it back to where we are staying. Then woke up this morning to find out he and some of his men tracked me, so now I’m leading them away.”

You took in her words carefully. There was definitely more to that story but you decided not to push it. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything all you felt was a sharp pain on your head, a brief yelp from the girl, and everything went black.

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pt. 2

Ahhhhhhhhh! Well, that’s that- I already have the following two chapters written and the next one is definitely longer, but I wanted the intro to be short. I'm relatively new to writing things with actual plots if you know what I mean- so plz bear with me. also, the first few chapters will be about baby Ellie and the rest we will get older Ellie and some more fun moments with her. I want to take my time with this and have y/n live almost a day-to-day life with Ellie. there will be some time skips and whatnot, but I’ll be writing the flashbacks we get in the second game before I write about older Ellie. I really wanna form a bond between the two of them before I put them through the real heavy shit yk? anyways, I’ll probably post the second chapter within the next few hours! lmk what you think so far and I hope you enjoyed the read!

#ellie williams × reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x platonic!reader #slow burn #the last of us #eventual smut #platonic fluff #romantic fluff #eventual romance #do you hate me now?

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #shuro dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #toshiro nakamoto #dont get me wrong i understand relating to a character and hating whoever wrongs them cause youre protective or you relate really hard #but i think toshiros been getting the short end of the stick for a long time now 😭 #even his love for falin is misunderstood #he literally states all the reasons he likes her #and none of them are superficial #but hes so closed off and has such difficulty expressing himself that instead of asking her out or smth he just #proposed to her out of the blue 😭 #leading a lot of ppl to just assume that he went 'white woman spotted' and proposed #do Not misunderstand me i am #a HUGE farcille stan #obviously #but i dont think toshiros feelings are surface level and i think theyre absolutely crucial to understanding him and his motivations #as a character in this story

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

Part 26 || First || Previous || Next

—Full Series—

Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

#CHARA WTF DO YOU MEAN “COMPUTER”???? #lol i hope you guys dont hate me for what im doing in the next update. #IS THAT A MAC OS??? #Yes......owo'' #Kris and the Gang are LITTLE now. I've pixelated them and turned them into little game characters! #FINALLY!! #I never thought I would be going so far in the story to explain WHY Kris pulls out their SOUL and opens Darkfountains even when they killed #Berdly in Chapter 2. Pain can make people do horrible things. #Uhhhhhhhhh anyways. :3 I hope you liked it! I made this post a little too long for my liking and didnt get it out when i wanted too- #but thats okay! As long as people enjoy it :) #bread #art #deltarune chara timeline #deltarune chara timeline comic #seriously though #long post #man am I glad I switched over to the limited color palet! It helps me feel alot more relaxed uwu #This is....way over 16 hours of work q-q #chara #asriel #susie #kris #asriel dreemurr #kris dreemurr #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #deltarune #comic #my art

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

#personal #my art #Fuck your fake ass 'i am very smart!' intellectualizing “observations” and open your god damn ears. #do something for fucks sake. it's sickening seeing videos of ai crap and seeing rows and rows of repliers using their one brain synapse #to type “wow! very exciting!” “haha this is kind of scary! but in a really interesting way!” #and then they go about their day without a second thought while creative industries burn around them #i go to one of america's top tech schools too and it's enough to make you wanna tear our your hair #every day it's seminars and talks about “the potential consequences of ai!” when the consequences are happening NOW #NO MORE DISCUSSING NO MORE INTELLECTUALIZING NO MORE SOCRATIC SEMINARS NO MORE DEBATING. ACT YOU COWARDS #people are getting hurt RIGHT NOW. stop pretending to care when you clearly don't! just be honest and say you wanna make money #my time here has really made me hate academic spaces. you people are so god damn useless and cowardly.

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

#spilled ink #writeblr #personal #please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it #i really try not to write so specifically about it #bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child #i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years #i might delete this. feels big. #the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum #and if u say ur autistic #inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms #please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do #and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort. #but it still feels like... #when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing. #they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly? #and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find #the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go) #and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW." #''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.'' #and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic #someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.

[lethologicaee]

bruce wayne dilf agenda

#my art #still the wrong watermark i dont want to talk about it #bruce wayne #batman #batman fanart #dc comics #u know the type of drawing that u rush #and you know that in a year ull look back and be like #wow this looks like shit #yeah #but its fine for now #i definitely do not hate it already haha no not me #anyways

[yrsonpurpose]

Mary & George (2024) Episode 3 'Not So Much as Love as by Awe'

#mary and george #mary & george #mary and george spoilers #maryandgeorgeedit #nicholas galitzine #george villiers #robert carr #userninz #chrissiewatts #usergayppl #mine* #this being the first gifset i make? likely thing for me to be doing #OHHHH I ATE GOOD W THIS #the tension the hate sex of it all omgkjdhgf #i need them BOTH #robert so down bad even smallpox didnt stop him #the slow touch of the cheek??? okay #right. but who fucked who here. george bffr #crazy things to be saying while hes still inside you but whatever george you gotta do you #i will be making more sets when theres a hd version soon but this is all youre having for now #idk when itll be but dont forget me if everyone else gifs things first :)

[gay-otlc]

Trans man: I'm a lesbian.

Queer people: That's against the definition of lesbianism and you're forcing lesbians to be attracted to men. Why can't you just be a straight man?

Trans man: I'm a straight man.

Queer people: You are now personally responsible for all of misogyny and homophobia. Also you're a predator and a traitor to lesbianism and you don't belong in our community.

#make it make sense! #i did what yall told me to do. i ended up a straight man and not a transmasc lesbian #and you still hate me and honestly it's *worse* now #make up your goddamn minds #anti-transmasculinity #transhet #transmasc lesbian

[defilerwyrm]

Parents, for the love of everything that ever pretended to be holy, do not make household cleaning a punishment for your children.

My parents did that. As an adult, I would rather stare at a blank wall for five hours straight than wash dishes. I would rather do math problems without a calculator and have my answers read aloud in public than clean a bathroom. If my hatred of cleaning was a capturable energy it could power interstellar travel. All because, growing up, cleaning house was a primary form of punishment.

Don’t fuckin’ do that. You’re not instilling discipline. You’re instilling hatred for something they need to be able to do as adults without hating every microsecond of it.

#parenting #protip: any activity you use as a punishment for children they will passionately hate as adults #about me #this message brought to you by having my day utterly & irrevocably ruined by having to clean bathrooms #instead of the thing i’ve been putting off for a month and FINALLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO FUCKING DO #fuck only knows if i’ll get around to it before it’s too late now! MOMENT OVER. MOTIVATION GONE #wait how did this happen #10k club

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i wanted to make an alternate more canon-compliant butterfly Howdy... similar but Different! the wings were a pain in my ass!

#tried to keep the basic vibes of the og look #incorporate the eyespots and all that #i just wanted to do this since the og look bothers me! #it was made for an au and so i leaned more towards a realistic butterfly look #this was a fun challenge! #i lied i hated it. coloring this made me want to toss my tablet in the trash #getting the wings to mesh.... Ugh.... #scribble salad #yassified howdy <3 #so much fluff to contain!!! #i imagine that he got sally to tailor his shirts and stuff so his fluff could Fit #i think his apron would be blue now??? #basically it and his blue striped shirt switch colors! #since he's already Very blue / cool colored #in my mind the spiral part of his wings is a little 3d and slightly Plush! #he's got some Texture to 'em! #as you all can see im a fan of gradients and Dots

[thatgiraffefromtlou]

Do You Hate Me Now?

summary: you wake up supper groggy with a concussion and struggle to fight your way out of David’s little town with Ellie's help.

wrd count: around 3.3k

warnings: cannon violence, not at *that* pet yet. i will put waning before hand when we get there if you would like to skip it.

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pt. 2 That’s a Pretty Name

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When you woke up all you could feel was the pounding pain in your head. Pulsating through your eyes and jaw. A groan left your lips at the pain. Your hand found the back of your head and you could feel a big goose egg. On the bright side, you didn't crack your skull, but you definitely had a concussion.

You strain your eyes open as all your senses come back into focus. “y/n we gotta go!” the girl whispered screamed at you.

You blinked a few times and looked around to see two dead men on the ground with the girl kneeling in front of you, hands on your shoulders.

You attempted to stand but it proved pretty difficult, so she got up and helped you by grabbing your arms. You got up a little too fast and your head started to spin violently, the pounding becoming far too much. 

The girl cupped the side of your face to meet your eyes, “Can you walk?” she asked you, clearly concerned about your state. You didn't realize it but you were swaying a little, your legs becoming jelly noodles. “Yeah. but I can't think, you have to lead the way.”

Disappointment. That's all you felt right now. How could you have let this happen? Not even an hour ago you were enjoying some canned green beans, and now? Now you're relying on this strange girl to get the both of you out of this alive.

She looked at you and bit her lip. “That's okay, I got this. Let's go.” You weren't sure if she was trying to conceive her or you, but either way, it wasn't really convincing either of you.

She took your arm and placed it around her shoulder and wrapped her other arm around your waist. You tried to protest but when you pulled away the ground lifted up and got dangerously close to your face before you felt her grip around you tighten, and it suddenly fell back down again.

‘That couldn't be right. The ground can't rise and fall.’ you thought. “Stop. Just hang on or you’re going to fall again.” the girl reprimanded.

Ohhh. You almost fell, but the drowsy and dizziness is messing with your senses so bad, your brain couldn't even comprehend that. You audibly chucked at this. Of course, the ground wasn't rising and falling.

She looked at you, a little confused at your laughter but she started to walk with you anyways. As she walked there was that cold snow again. With every step the ground rose and fell. Almost like it was breathing. Taunting your inability to keep this girl safe, let alone yourself.

You started to lose yourself in the breathing of the earth, rising and falling over and over again. As it started to rise again, it actually met your face this time. Then the cold was everywhere, but it was nice. Almost like a nice ice pack on your knee after falling on the pavement. Or a nice swim in a river on a hot day.

“Get off of me you fucker!” you heard the girl yell. ‘Oh yeah.’ you thought. Lifting your head you were faced with the back of some man's calf, with the girl's feet on their tippy toes, struggling to keep their footing. You groaned and grabbed your knife out of its holster on your hip, gathered all the strength you could, and stood up. The earth was breathing again as you made your way closer to the man.

You lifted the hand with your knife, using more of your strength, along with your body weight, and brought the knife down to his neck. You had no clue where all of the strength was coming from but were grateful for it non the less.

You lost your footing a little but kept your grip on your knife, using it and the man's body to bring yourself back up. You placed your other hand on his shoulder and pulled the knife out of his neck only to bring it back down one more time. The man fell to his knees and you fell with him.

Finally letting go of the knife, you rolled over onto your back. The light from the sky sent daggers into your eyes. You squeezed them shut as you turned your head away from it.

“Thanks,” you heard a breathless voice from above. “How many times are you gonna save me from being strangled?’ you heard her say under her breath.

You smiled with your eyes still shut. You flicked your hand at the wrist and drowsily told her, “Anytime, my friend.”

You wanted to say more but the pounding in your head stopped you. You heard a squelching sound and then a hand grabbed yours, pulling you back up to your feet. “Come on,” she said as she wrapped you back around her body and put your knife back in its place. “Your knife is back at your hip.”

All you did was hum at her. Opening your eyes to slits as she started to walk again, you noticed how the earth's breaths were back to taunt you some more.

It was almost like it was actually laughing at you. Breathing and swaying as the ringing in your ears came in pulses matching the pounding in your brain. ‘How hard did that fucker hit you?’ you thought to yourself.

After a few short minutes of crouching and ducking the two of you made it to a wall with two dumpsters on it. She set you down on the ground and you frowned at the loss of contact. Missing the contrast between the cold air and her warmth.

“I'm not going anywhere, just gonna move this out of the way really quickly.” you hummed again in response not really understanding what she was saying to you.

You heard some screeching that scratched at your brain, picking up the pace of the pounding and ringing in your head. You recoiled into yourself and stayed there until she spoke again. “Okay, it's just a small drop-down right here, can you manage that?” 

You squinted your eyes and looked at the place she was talking about. It looked to be kinda like a window to a basement. At least that was your guess because why else was there a window so close to the ground? 

“Yeah, I can do it.” you told her even though you were sure that you couldn't, but you had to try. You got on your hands and knees and started to crawl toward the window. You looked into it and the ground on the other side mocked you again with its breathing, rising and falling as your body swayed back and forth. 

The room was actually small. It was at the bottom of a staircase with a door on the opposite side of the staircase.

You thought for a second about the best way to approach this drop and quickly decided the safest way. Turning around you started to back feet first into the hole.

Holding onto the ground as you slid further down. Your grip faltered and you fell the rest of the way down, definitely doing a number on your ankle in the process.

You groaned at the pain but we're thankful that it was your ankle and not your head. “Oh shit! Are you okay?” the girl asked. “Just peachy!” you joked back. “Okay well move your legs I'm gonna jump down.”

You did as the girl asked you and scooted closer to the wall. With a thud and a grunt, the girl was back to wrapping you around herself again.

She walked towards the stair and took them slowly as you limped and swayed on them. You almost told her to leave you because of how difficult this proved to be, but before you did you noticed you were already at the top.

She scanned the room and moved forward, you continued to limp beside her. The two of you continued on until you heard shots and she pulled you backward. The sudden change in motion caused you to slip onto your ass.

She quickly sat you up before crouching and peeking around the corner. She turned back to you and placed herself behind you, putting her hands under your arms, and dragged your practically limp body behind the nearest counter.

“Stay here and stay quiet,” she told you and took off before you could reply.

6 gunshots. 6 gunshots rang in your head. Then silence. Even the ringing in your ears had stopped and the silence consumed you. Then you felt fear. That was all you could feel. You sat up about to call out for her, then there she was, making her way back behind the counter.

The relief washed over your body in one big drowning wave. “Okay, it's clear, but more are coming so we gotta go,” she said hastily. You didn't protest and even lifted your arm toward her so she could help you again.

Once she got you up, she continued forward, weaving you through a few rooms before she found the front door. “There's the exit,” she whispered with a little excitement. Her pace quickened and you struggled to match her steps.

Your peripheral started to darken a little and the earth was breathing even harder now. When she reached the door she had to use her body weight to open it, and just as the two of you were about to walk back into the cold someone grabbed the girl from behind.

Her grip on you loosened and you fell to the floor. Hitting your head again, your vision slowly started to fade and fuzz from the edges as you saw the man who grabbed her strangle her. You tried to move, do something, but then you were absorbed by blackness again.

“You really gotta start paying attention to these dishes y/n” Your uncle called to you from the kitchen. 

You rolled your eyes and walked into the little kitchen area of your beaten-down apartment in the dead center of the QZ. “Wellllllllll, if you would rinse them-“ you started to say (the same thing you say every time he complains about the little bit of grease that is *sometimes* left on the dishes) but your uncle cut you off. “Don’t even start with me y/n. If you would just wash them-“ and you cut him off there.

“Are you…. complaining about my dishwashing skills?” you asked him. You raised your hand to your chest, dropping your jaw open, and gasping, playing the fake offended card. 

“I- no- wh-“ he started to say and you smiled, knowing you have already won this. “oh! So you’re whining? I didn’t really peg you as the whiny type, but I guess we all learn something new every day, huh?” you said with a sigh and fake frown.

He just stood there, a little stunned by your witty response, and smiled. He rose his hands in defense “Okay kiddo, you win.” 

You bowed to him, “Twas a lovely match!” and reached your hand out to shake his. Just before his hand reached yours, your head started to violently pound. You brought your hand up to your head and squeezed your eyes shut. 

When you open your eyes again you groaned at the return of the pounding in your head. You knew it was a dream, even when you were in it you knew. 

As much as it pained you to relive the memories of your uncle when he was happy and healthy, at least you were physically painless there. You wished nothing more than to go back to the bliss of unconsciousness. 

You strained your eyes, squinting at the dim light in the room making the pounding much worse.

You struggled to prop yourself up on your arms. You look around to see the girl laying beside you unconscious. Your hand quickly made it to her shoulder as you maneuvered to your knees, trying to shake her awake.

You heard something slap the ground in front of you and looked up to see a small pile of severed limbs. Fighting the bile in your throat, by slapping the hand that was on the girl's shoulder over your mouth, it was then you realized. The two of you have been locked in a cage.

You look up to the strange man who was cutting the limbs. He swiveled his head around to meet your eyes, then his body followed. He was young but nasty, with a meat cleaver in hand. He scoffed as he puts the cleaver down and walked away.

You turned your attention back to the girl. Shaking her you whisper, “dudee, now would be a great time for you to wake the fuck uppp!”

You looked around as you continued shaking her, trying to find a way out of the sadistic hell hole you have managed to fall into. You felt her move under your grip, startled by the sudden consciousness.

She shuffled away with wide eyes before she realized it was just you. Her shoulders slacked as she breathed a heavy sigh. She looked around and her eyes met with the same pile of limbs.

Making the same realization that you did just a second ago she quickly stood up, and scurried away back towards you. You weakly stood up as well, and walked towards the door of the cell, trying to find a weak point and fumbled with the chains that were keeping it locked.

You noticed that the earth stopped breathing as you did this. This made you question how long the two of you were out. “What the fuck!?” You yelled as you kept trying at the door.

“How are you two feeling?” a man's voice appeared out of nowhere. You stepped back to stand with the girl and realized it was the same man you saw strangle the girl before you blacked out. You became extremely bitter towards the man, and answered with sarcasm thick in your tone. “super.”

He continued to walk towards the cage, “Here.” and laid down a tray of food, sliding it under the door of the cage. “You should eat.” you just looked at him, the pile of human limbs, and back to him.

Yeah no fuck that. He stood back up and turned his attention to the girl. “I know your hungry- been out for quite some time.”

The girl looked at the tray at your feet and back at him, “What is it?” she asked him, voice and face showing clear disgust. The man reassured her it was deer, but neither of you quite bought that.

She looked at the meat and back at the man and half-joked, “With some human helping on the side?” He shook his head, “No. No. I promise... It's.. just the deer meat.”

To your surprise, she bent down to the trey while saying, “You're a fucking animal.” and started to scoff the meat down. You stayed put though. 

You stayed put though. It didn't matter what meat he said it was, or how hungry you were, you were not going to eat that. The man crouched down, “Oh. That's awfully quick to judgment. Considering you and your friend killed how many men?”

You looked between the girl and the man, not sure what to say in this situation. You felt like a fly on a wall watching a fucked up movie or something. Not that you’ve ever actually seen one, but you’ve heard of them. 

“They didn't give us a choice.” she retorted back to the man, making direct eye contact with him.

The man chuckled at this, “And you think we have a choice? Is that it?'' There was a short pause, and the girl went back to eating before he continued.

“You kill to survive. And so do we. We have to take care of our own. By any means necessary.”

You scuffed at this. “And I guess you deemed cannibalism necessary?” you questioned him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

He glared at you, “We have to eat somehow don't we?” ‘Oh this dude is fucking weird.’ you thought to yourself. “It was rhetorical,” you said to him.

He scowled at you and then turned back to the girl. “So now what? You gonna chop us up into little pieces?” she asked him. He chuckled at that. ‘This old fuck just gets weirder and weirder.’ you thought. “I'd rather not... Please tell me your names.” he asked, looking back and forth from the two of you.

It was then you realized that you still didn't know this girl's name. She looked at him with a pause, and then aggressively pushed the trey back under the door of the cage, making a decent crash sound.

“You’re so full of shit.” she spat at him, before standing up and grabbing the bars of the door. You praised the girl in your head for that. 

The man sighed and started to pick up the spilled food, and return it to the trey, “On the contrary, I've been.. Uh, quite honest with you.” he moved the trey to the side and stood up. You took a step closer to the door and noticed a set of keys dangling from his belt loop.

“Now I think it's your turn,” he said and turned to the doorway of the room, gesturing towards it with his hand, and back to the girl. “It's the only way I'm going to convince the others.” you seriously didn't like this shit at all.

What the fuck was this old coot going on about? “Convince them of what?” you asked him. He turned to you, and said in a false comforting voice “That the two of you can come around. You both have heart, both loyal.” he turned to the girl and put his hand over hers through the bars. “And you’re special.”

There it is. He's a cannibal and a pedo? ‘Pick a struggle-‘ you thought. That thought was short-lived when you realized this clicked for the girl too when she replied to him with a small “oh..” something inside you shattered. You almost got worried when she started to lean into his touch, but when she got her hand around his finger she quickly pulled up on it, breaking it with a grunt.

You quickly jumped into action pulling your arm through the bars to try for the keys. Ellie did the same as she held his finger bent backward. You both struggled with grasping the keys when you managed to break them off his belt loop, but the man was quick.

He twisted his grip on the girl's arm and grabbed yours with his free hand and banged both of you against the door repeatedly, causing your grip to loosen on the keys before he let go, which caused you both to collapse to the ground.

You both got up on your hands and knees, grunting from the pain. Your head hurt even worse now as the sound of the girl's “Oh fuck..” sent violent pangs in your brain. You hung your head low, squeezing your eyes shut hoping to block out the pain.

The man stood up and grabbed the keys, turning back to the two of you, ''You stupid little girls!” he checked his finger breathing heavily, and looked back at the girl, “You are making it very difficult to keep you alive! What am I supposed to tell the others now??” God his voice sent daggers through your ears as you swayed back and forth.

You leaned back on your heels and cupped your face in your hands. The girl did the same and wiped the blood coming from her nose, before looking back up at him “Ellie.” she said. ‘What?’ you thought.

And apparently so did the man because he asked the exact same question. “Tell them that... ‘Ellie’.. is the little girl… that broke your FUCKING FINGER!” she yelled the last part at him.

You chuckled at that. You weren't sure if it was out loud or in your head at this point, but you couldn't deny that that was funny as shit. I mean seriously? Not to mention at least you know her name now. But apparently, the man didn't find that so humorous.

“Oh you think this is funny?” he asked you. So apparently it was out loud. You remove your hands from your face to look at him though your brows. “Comical.” you dryly laughed back at him. He hummed to that, “How did she put it? Hmm?” he looked to Ellie, “Tiny pieces?” Well, shit. The old man clearly can't take a joke- “See you in the morning you two..” he finally said before he slowly walked towards the door.

After you couldn't hear his footsteps you groaned in pain. “What the fuck is that assholes name?” you asked Ellie. She looked at you, a tad confused but she answered simply, “David.”

You hummed at her response, “What a pansy fucking name.” you said while scooting back to lean against the wall, sucking in your breath through your teeth.

This made her laugh which even though it rattled your brain causing more pain, it also made your quite shitty day a little less shitty.

The room sat quiet for a few minutes before you spoke again, “So Ellie, isn't it? That's your name?” she crawled over and sat next to you leaning against the wall, resting her arms on her knees with a sigh. “Yeah.” For whatever reason, you smiled at that, and told her, “That's a pretty name.”

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pt. 3

I proofread this once so I’m so sorry if I fucked up anywhere or you don’t understand what’s going on. if that’s the case just let me know and I’ll try and clarify LMFAO. anywho, hope you enjoyed it!

#ellie williams × reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x platonic!reader #ellie williams x you #slow burn #eventual smut #platonic fluff #romantic fluff #eventual romance #the last of us #do you hate me now?

[invinciblerodent]

"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"

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#-ke me back but that didn't fit #astarion #squirrel plays bg3 #when i tell you i reloaded so fucking fast..... #curse my curiosity #jesus fucking christ he's so RESIGNED #it's such an “ah; there it is. yeah can't say I'm surprised but it was nice while it lasted” #it sounds a bit mean but i fully thought he'd get at least a bit nasty about it #(the breakup also doesn't seem to have any options that nets disapproval???) #(which is just..... sad) #(it'd be so much less painful if he could at least hate you for it you know) #(this boy's self-esteem is -as we say in my country- beneath the miner frog's asscheeks) #(and now i need to go spend some time kneeling on the floor sobbing please do excuse me)

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

#pjo #percy jackson #nico di angelo #Percy shows up at CJ and squints at Nico like ''hm. why do i feel like i hate you? like i just wanna punch you in the face?'' #and Nico just immediately goes ''huh no idea anyways i have to go-'' and jumps into Tartarus #but not before he gives Hazel essentially a detailed explanation of ''this is Percy i cant say much but please dont let him die <3'' #and Nico's whole Tartarus trip was basically a whole ''im doing this so no one else has to'' #only for Percy and Annabeth to fall in like one book later and Nico proceeds to spend the next book internally screaming about it #and then Cupid calls him out on it and the next book #Nico's just like ''at this point im hoping i keel over within the next week just so i can force this dumb crush to chill the fuck out'' #Nico staring pointedly at Will: ''For my own sake i need to form another crush RIGHT NOW so i can finally get over Percy.'' #''this has been so bad for my health'' #Nico's crush on Percy is just too funny to me. horrible pick my guy. terrible job. love that for you. he could not be less interested. #Percy LITERALLY TRIES TO KILL NICO and ditch him in the underworld and Nico is somehow STILL like ''but i love him'' #Percy basically chokes him. beats up his dad. tells him ''go get smited by your dad for me.'' and ditches him. #and Nico's opinions/crush on him DO NOT CHANGE #though also Nico's reaction to Percy beating up his dad + skeletons is SO funny. his jaw is on the floor. he's flustered about it. #he just witnessed Percy be incredibly hot and proceeded to go ''yea i'll do anything for this man. collect reinforcements of 3 gods? sure'' #nico you absolute DISASTER with HORRIBLE TASTE. you can do better. raise your standards. #which tbh is funnier when you factor in sun and the star. Nico just wont stop crushing on guys who dislike him and everything he stands for

[egophiliac]

I was going to wait and poke at this a bit more, but the excitement of Upcoming Episode 7 took over. :') so here's one of my alt ideas for Silver's UM poster! this time with more Diasomnia-appropriate colors (that said, you can tear the pink fluffy clouds away from my cold dead hands)

I also recorded this one, for anyone who's interested in that kind of thing! it includes all my fuckups and changing my mind and spending forever adding details before deciding it looks better without, so, uhhh, enjoy my failures! (I kept trying to draw in his jacket details...it never worked...) also featuring lots of drawing on the wrong layer, forgetting how jackets work, and the black censor boxes of continually forgetting to turn off pop-up notifications. hope you like watching me draw birds!

here it is, combined and compressed down to about 10 minutes long (with a warning for flickering and flashing colors from sped-up zooming/layer changes): [ link ]

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #eyestrain #not pictured: every time i had to stop working on it for the day because i was getting so mad at it #and honestly if i don't post this now i'm going to hate it too much to ever post it so HEY here we are #we're not going to talk about the ring. we just aren't. #genuinely the hardest part of this style is trying not to overdo it #something i struggle with a lot...as you can see 🫠 #i actually don't normally do color thumbs (or at least not to that level) #but the bird overlay and the dark jacket against a dark background made me so nervous #and then i ended up changing basically every color anyway #whoops

[swampthingking]

andrew’s definitely gotten in trouble with his pr manager for tweeting things along the lines of:

“no mania inducing medication will compare to the euphoria i will feel the day donald trump drops dead”

#pr manager is like: andrew… this is the last time i’m gonna tell you #andrew: whats the point of democracy if i can’t exercise freedom of speech #pr manager: andrew it’s no longer about your image #at this point we are concerned the fbi is going to show up #andrew: neil has connections. i’m fine #they thought marketing andrew on social media would be good #they were sooooo wrong #because now andrew has a place to share every insane thing he’s ever thought #for instance—a tweet that just says ‘an alien googling: human clothes’ #he’s on there advocating for lgbtq+ youth you KNOW HE IS #he’s cursing and mildly threatening members of congress for imposing these disgusting bills #one day he tweeted ‘does mitch mcconnell know he’s dead yet’ #when mitch mcconnell stepped down from senate andrew tweeted ‘hopefully next he steps down from life’ #unsurprisingly: this endears him to some people and makes others fucking hate him #and he’s such a shit. he does not care either way #he’s kind of just like: pr manager. you gave me a twitter and told me to tweet. i’m just doing what you asked me #they’ve threatened to change his password so many times #they actually did once but andrew reported the account so many times for defamation and fraud that it got suspended #and he made a new account out of pure spite #his pr manager is like: andrew nobody is going to want to sign you because of your public image #and andrew is like: ?? ok. they can lose every game then #(he knows he’s the best goalie) #ok i think that’s enough for now. however i will probably be back #andrew minyard #aftg #tfc #trk #tkm #the foxhole court #all for the game

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

#this btw is not including toxic friendships this is legit just something ive experienced MANY times now #writeblr #you ever have a friend in one of those relationships where ur like #u don't HATE their partner explicitly #but ur like. what the fuck y'all #like the weird part of being an adult is that you can't be like . CERTAIN their relationship is toxic #and also if u move too fast or push too hard u can hurt someone who is already in a scary situation so you just are like #frozen there. laughing awkwardly. saying ''haha..... yeah..... couldn't be me....'' #and like u can't tell - is this banter or does he actually think like. he's better than her. #all you can do is be there for your friend and hope they wake up to it #or ... that it really IS good #and it's just odd to you #tbh btw id rather have my friends feel safe coming to me if they have a concern about my relationship #like yes it's not ur business but it also IS bc im making u hang out with them and also ur my friend #it's a weird thing to experience as an adult bc it is such a blurry line and when u spend time #around couples that aren't like ACTUALLY ur friends but instead ''extended friend circle'' ur like #.... i don't know y'all well enough and he just called you a cow. and ur okay with that . and i don't know how to respond. #so ur like :) okay. um. go to couple's counselling i think #but also you are NOT supposed to pass judgement so it's like.... this weird limbo of feeling like you SHOULD say something #but knowing you CANNOT #idk that there's a way to resolve it!!!!!!!! it's probably a different approach person to person #edited my tags bc tumblr's new system fucked em up #PS EDIT: btw i should have said: #the pronouns in this can work in any and every direction. every gender and every sexuality and every #type of relationship tbh. even non-romantic relationships where ur like ''what do u mean ur bff calls u stupid''