Been Getting Into Mouthwashing

I really love this scene.

There are a few in depth topics I'd like to one day cover, but for now, I think opening up the conversation about her PTSD is pretty prevalent.

Also, I'm captivated by the way Manny shows up for Abby in this moment of vulnerability.

It genuinely confuses me when I read reviews or hear comments about Manny not having a personality or the story lacking in character development.

Just at a first glance, you can see their body language depicting a bond rooted in trust and mutual respect.

Manny wakes her perhaps too abruptly, but immediately leans into disarming language and open, non-threatening hands to calm her. He picks up on her defensive posture instantly and he's deliberate with his movements and tone after the fact.

He doesn't infantalize or shame her, which I think is extremely important and also speaks volumes about his character and their unique dynamic. But he understands how to approach her when her strength is peeled back to the cracks beneath.

The way he watches after her as she gets up off her makeshift bed stands out to me too.

Manny might be a womanizing pain in the ass on the outside, but deep down, he genuinely cares for the people in his circle. Abby especially.

YOU LIKE HEATHERS? (what's your favorite song, unless you prefer the movie in which case - fair.)

like? I LOVE HEATHERS

my favorite song is Yo Girl and blue (I know blue has controversy but it’s catchy and it’s a comfort song)

there’s going to be a new musical version in NYC!! i live in NYC so ill 100% be excited to see it

dripping in diamonds and depression :3

need someone to get rid of the depression 🍵

OMG YOUR THEME IS SO BEAUTIFUL

-🤍

MWAH

what if you and Sevika had a lesbian situationship divorce and she goes on a shimmer bender crashout

content warnings: blood, violence, self-destructive thoughts, uhmm chaotic angst

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like she just doesn’t stop using it. she has a belt full of Shimmer cartridges and uses three at a time whether she’s fighting or just needs a kick, an escape.  

uses it even when she goes to the brothel and just picks any girl who looks remotely like you. she sees you in the sky, hears your voice echo through the streets, feels your hands on her skin when she’s in the gardens, thinks if she closes her eyes she can almost believe the girl she’s with is actually you. calls out your name huskily when she comes. hates herself for it but can’t stop the cycle. and she always fucks on Shimmer, rushing through her veins. making everything dizzy and hot.

she does it even more because she remembers how you always scolded her for using Shimmer, saying it would eventually destroy her. a part of her wants to destroy herself for leaving you. a part of her hopes you’ll save her before she does. 

one night she gets caught up in a street fight and takes on like ten muggers at once. they have knives and masks and want her Shimmer supply, she laughs with the freedom of a woman who has lost all hope. last thing she remembers is thinking, “oh, baby’s not gonna like this.”

you hear a bang on your door in the middle of the night and you jump out of your half-sleep, a knife in your hand. you’re so sure the enforcers finally found you and you know you’re not going down without a fight. you open the door, gripping the blade so tight your palm aches. but there are no enforcers. it’s just Ran, their eyes wide and desperate. they’re propping up a lifeless figure, knees nearly buckling under the weight. Sevika. 

your first thought: Oh Janna. I’ve lost her. 

the knife falls to the floor with a clatter. you open the door wide enough to let Ran in, more dragging Sevika than walking her. you cast a swift look up and down the street to make sure they had no unwanted company following them, then you shut the door firmly and run over to help Ran prop Sevika in a chair. 

“I was gonna take her to Singed,” Ran explains. “but do you know what she said? ‘fuck Singed. i’m not going to Singed.” 

Ran looks at you. “she told me to take her to you, or let her bleed out in the street.” 

you fall to your knees in front of Sevika, and you try to keep your hands from shaking as you inspect her. she’s in bad shape. her mech arm is broken and shimmer leaks out from its wires onto the floor. her shirt is torn and bloody. her face is darkened with bruises and blood, but even in this state you’re confident that whatever she did to the goons that attacked her was ten times worse. 

she stirs awake, half-conscious. grey eyes look up at you in a haze. you wish she hadn’t. you wish she just stayed unconscious. because now that she’s giving you those eyes you can’t even remember why you were angry, you can’t even remember the emotion itself. 

you want to cling to even the memory of being angry at her, just so you don’t fall apart looking at her like this. 

“help me move her to the bed,” you tell Ran, and together you prop Sevika up again and lay her down on your bed. you barely notice the Shimmer staining your clothes, all you can see is the shallow rise and fall of her chest. 

“i can take it from here,” you tell Ran. “thanks.” 

“just…keep her alive.” 

when Ran is gone, you set to work cleaning the wounds. the cuts aren’t as deep as you feared, only one - a gash across her right forearm -  needing stitches. Sevika stirs and groans just as you finish dressing the cuts. she mutters something. you lean in close and hear her whispering your name.

“i gotta tell her…” Sevika trails off. “i gotta tell her i’m sorry.” 

something fails in your heart when you hear this. you smooth her hair out of her eyes and kiss her forehead. 

“i’m right here, you idiot.” 

Sevika’s eyes open and rest on your face. and you’re thinking fuck, fuck. whatever she did or said to hurt you didn’t come close to the sharp pain of seeing her expression relax, her eyes soften with relief. you take her face in your hands, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. 

“i’m sorry, too.”

thanks @carcin0-88 💕 (my beautiful wife nobody can touch)

This sounds like me too much

Now..

@raskoln1kovsaxe ,

Have you ever wondered what flower from Victorian flower language you are? I have! I have a quiz about it! (my credentials are that I have a spreadsheet of over 600 flower meanings)

omg new themw i love it <33

THANK YOUU

destroy boys, mccafferty, mitski, and MSI mentioned

YES

LOVE THEM SM

who r u pooks

Maybe you could order them off Amazon? Or find a pdf of it and download it, then read it!

Just to let you know, if we ever watch horror movies together I will be screaming, jumping, and crying at everything, even if it’s not a jumpscare because I’m such a goddamn coward

I’ll just be sitting there

Blah blah blah something about “when he copies your snaps”