#brokenheartstm

Riley Mills ( @brokenheartstm )

stella, not looking up: oh, that’s my to-do list.

rapunzel: wait, really? i’m actually proud of you for starting to be producti—

rapunzel: ...

stella, realizing what she's said & dying on the inside: ...

Stella: Hey, Mama? do u think hypothetically if I drank bleach like a smoothie I would die or would my healing magic take care of it?

Stella: Bloom said I would die, Jay said I wouldn’t, you’re the deciding vote.

Stella: Mama?

Rapunzel: ...

Rapunzel: Exactly how hypothetical is this?

Stella: ...

Stella: ...

Stella: ...

DRABBLE ME

“How in the hell--” Cam glares up at Cal and they can practically see him trying to hold back his laughter. He had a shit poker face. “--do people do this?”

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It was like they were speaking gibberish to her a frown settling on her features. A soft laugh escaped her at the joke, the dark horrific joke they were trying to tell her. Because Zed was alive. Maybe not the typical sort of alive but he was alive. He’d kissed her goodbye just last night when he walked her home after school. They were going on a date later. She’d just finished curling her hair. “That’s—” The one word escaping her as her head began to shake her mind going fuzzy. “Why are you saying something like that?” Because this couldn’t happen, this wasn’t the sort of thing that happened. Mobs didn’t happen anymore, they were just a history book sort of thing and it was Zed. Tall and charming Zed who could smooth talk and negotiate an entire school into integrating Zombies.

Zed who’d been injuring himself regularly in an attempt to make sure he won games to further bargain for those rights. And her Dad, her Father who hated Zombies, who was the Chief gave her a look of sorrow and pity. Not for the boy, because that’s what he’d really been in the end, but for what was soon going to click into place in his daughter’s head. “He’s not dead.” Addison told him firmly taking a step forward fists clenching, trying to somehow ground herself. “He’s not.” But that’s exactly something he would do, something so selfless and horrible, that people would take for-granted, that people would abuse. But it was also something he’d survive, something he’d have to survive. Because he had to be alive. “He’s not dead.” She repeated as her Father slowly approached her, quickly slapping away the hands that reached for her.

Addison didn’t want his comfort, she didn’t need his comfort. They didn’t go through all of this, all of this pain just for him to lose him. Because they had forever now and people were going to have to be okay about it, because ever since she laid eyes on him he’d become everything to her.  This couldn’t be something that was happening to her. “He’s not, he’s coming here later. We have a date.” Addison insisted even as his eyes remained heavy on her, her hands slowly starting to shake. “He’s gone sweetie. He’s not coming back.” He told her one last time as her eyes became unfocused no longer really seeing what was in front of her, he was too real to be gone though. She could still feel him, see him clearly in her mind, knew what he smelled like, could feel what it was like to be wrapped up in his arms, could hear his laugh in her ear. Her knees suddenly buckled under her, as if he was suddenly swooping her up into his arms bridal style like he so frequently does. But instead of being spun in the air she hit the floor hard her hand curling into the fabric of her rug. Arms tried to wrap around her but they weren’t right and she managed to right herself sitting there just enough to push blindly at the hold that was attempting to come around her. “No–” She beseeched her eyes dry as bone and unable to blink as she continued to look to the side. Everything inside her was inverting, twisting, pulling apart as if everything inside her was trying to figure out what to do with the sudden gapping feeling that was over coming her. It felt like a bullet in her heart, she didn’t know that it’d been one to his too.

uma, harry was seen making out with mal and when both were questioned about it, apparently the two of them have been hooking up for weeks in secret and have fallen in love. mal's even broken up with ben. thought you should know

she really should’ve seen this coming, uma knew, and yet it still hurt to hear the words spoken aloud. confirming all of her worst fears in regards to her first mate and the girl she had spent so many years hating. “i see...” her tone was even, thankfully, the words having yet to fully sink in as the sea witch looked back at the princess. “well, it’s not like i’m his keeper, or even his girlfriend.” she was his captain, at least for now, and that didn’t give her any control over his love life or anything.

“Forgive my manners, your majesty, Southern royalty is a bit different than real royalty.”