Strrystarry - Carly

more ellie core pls🙏🙏🙏

*rubs genie bottle* as you wish🫡

Felt like torturing myself so I went through this chapter again and the way Sylus' lips tremble 💔 fuck, man... what if I just shoot myself. It'd hurt me less than this.

I know I'm not the first to express this belief, but I am genuinely convinced that Sylus leaves the scene to cry afterwards. I can only begin to imagine the utter devastation he feels over the fact that his lover, the one person ever to care for him and gaze into his jewel-like eyes, the only one he's ever loved, the woman carrying half of his soul... doesn't remember him. And what's more is actively disgusted by him, looking at him the same way everyone else did on Philos... man that must be heartrending. My own breaks for him, even if I don't at all condone the actions he took before this scene.

It hurts even more when you recall how confident and self assured he was upon meeting present MC for the first time, trademark smirk on his face, the small fond chuckle of wry amusement, the way he grasped her chin, urging her to look at him... I truly don't think he had any clue that she had completely forgotten him. And after the realization hits he doesn't really know how to handle the situation, leading him to become desperate and forceful, hellbent on making her remember... only to end up pushing her even further away. Leading to the above scene.

On the positive side, it was the wake-up call he needed. He needed to realize that he can't force this. That he can't make MC remember him by being forceful or coercive or cold or cruel... because the person past!MC fell in love with were neither of those things to her. If Sylus wants her to love him again, then he needs to once more show her the man she fell for — Her Dragon.

I would rather throw up all of my organs and break all my limbs than come in contact with a man, hate them so bad

me who literally makes the most disgust looking expression to a man whenever he is in a five feet radius of me. like why do men exist….

"Switch Sylus with bratty sub tendencies," I say into the mic. The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. "She's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 2nd row stands: Sylus.

this is so my girlfriend

butch in a househusband kinda way. butch in a guy who wears ugly t-shirts while working on the grill kinda way. butch in the guy who makes really sloppy looking meals that are surprisingly good kinda way. butch in a "currently collecting every piece of merch about an interest you both share" kinda way. butch in a "nah im paying for that." kinda way. butch in a passenger prince kinda way. yeah. yeah i enjoy being butch and the multiple aspects of myself that i find lend themselves to butchness

PEDRO PASCAL For the Observer (2016)

oh no 😦

wow, keep an eye out yall.