Damgela fanfic on ao3
Film, break, film, lunch, film, go home, sleep, repeat.
Really all that’s been going through my mind these past couple days.
No one can tell though, I don’t think. Same personality i’ve always had. Maybe a little less crazy and a little quieter, but I haven’t seen any comments talking about it.
Nothing happened, really. I have no reason to be so down in the dumps. This doesn’t usually happen to me, but I guess everyone will fall victim to seasonal depression sometimes. Life has just felt.. less exciting. I can’t let that get in the way of work though. I love Smosh, and I’ll always put my all into it, even when it’s the only thing keeping me going.
It’s the “lunch” part of my routine right now, which really means sit with Chanse and Tommy while trying to keep my food down. I’ll usually head to the bathroom after, to relieve the nausea by throwing up.
I don’t have an eating disorder. I have no reason to. I’m perfectly fine with my body.. i’m reasonably ok with my body just how it is. It’s not like i’m forcing myself to throw up or anything, I just can’t manage to keep myself from puking. It sucks.
As I wrap up my sandwich, with a pathetic two bites taken out, I say bye to Chanse and Tommy and head to the bathroom.
‘I’m so glad the bathrooms at smosh are nice,’ I think to myself, as I kneel infront of the toilet and put my back against the wall. I can feel it coming. I turn the water on to mask the noise and throw up the little food i had in my stomach. I feel so embarrassed. I wash my hands and rinse my mouth out before leaving the bathroom. Shayne spots me as I leave.
“Hey Ang, we got Board AF in 30, you ready?” He asked, dapping me up.
“Uhh, cards against humanity, right?” I ask, I’ve been so absent minded lately.
“Yup. It’s nice to have a break from confusing games and go back to the classics, ya know?”
“So true.” I nod, sitting down on the seat next to him. We sat on our phones for a couple minutes until it was about 25 minutes before shoot. We made our way to set.
“Alrightttt not much need for a tutorial, we’ve all played this.” Spencer said, setting the cards up. It was a pretty good lineup; Me, Shayne, Damien, Tommy, and Trevor.
“Rolling!” called Brenden, and Tommy started the intro. I managed to get through the recording like normal, having a few screaming moments and flopped jokes the editors will refuse to cut. Typical Smosh video.
When recording stopped, I got up to grab my bag to go home. Ian stopped me on the way out.
“Ang! Don’t forget we got the smosh christmas party on saturday! you coming?”
Shit, I completely forgot. It’s thursday today, and I don’t have anything scheduled tomorrow except for a challenge pit early in the morning. I was planning to relax all weekend and try to get my energy up.
“Oh, right! I forgot! Yeah, I’ll be there!” I smiled, playing off my slight surprise.
“Great! you leaving early tommorow?”
“I was planning to, unless there’s something I need to do, I don’t have any plans, just bed rotting.” I joked. Ian chuckled.
“Nah, rest up before the party! wouldn’t be a smosh party without you!” Ian laughed, and said goodbye.
As I sat in my car, I laid my head against the headrest. Great. Now I have to go. I sighed and closed my eyes, begging for even a second of rest.
A knock on my window sprang me out of unconsciousness. The sky was considerably darker than when I left the building. Blinking the tired out of my eyes, I see the person who woke me up.
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