girl, uninterrupted.

The opposite of “the elephant in the room” is “the centipede in the room”: something that’s not actually an issue but everyone is freaking out about

shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

washing your face is actually multi tasking because you are also washing your hands and forearms and shirt and countertop and feet and floor and hair

a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?

i could smell your boytoy coming from down the road. Wretched little rotted morsel of a thing, may he fall to time and become carrion