#allayna

[bastionunity]

Doodle of University-time Allayna

[bastionunity]

Put together a ref sheet for Allayna The two outfits are of different times for her, left being before she went bad, the right being after

[softlovebug]

my friends get so happy when im happy, i appreciate them so much :’) 

glad that im able to cut the people who drag me down out of my life, and not feel guilty about it  (✿ヘᴥヘ)

[ughfrankie-blog]

AMERICAN DRAGON OH MY GOD

HALP

I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP

[allaynasinfinitesummer-blog]

“…it’s a lot easier to fix something if you can see it.”

Mario’s designated function around ETA Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment p 54-55

Mario turns 18 in YDAU. His job is to film the ETA students so they can see what they’re doing wrong while they play. 

[allaynasinfinitesummer-blog]

UPDATE ON THE NEAR EASTERN MEDICAL ATTACHÉ

April 2nd - Year of Depend Adult Undergarment p 54

“He sits there, attached to a congealed supper, watching, at 0020h., having now wet both his pants and the special recliner.” – p 54

4 hrs and 48 minutes since he started watching.

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UPDATE ON THE NEAR EASTERN MEDICAL ATTACHÉ

“At 2010h. on 1 April Y.D.A.U., the medial attaché is still watching the unlabelled entertainment cartridge.” – p 42

Which if I’m correct means he’s been watching for 43 minutes.

[mustachioedlit]

[allayna] ifhy part ii.

For a long time, I didn’t believe in love. I believed in books, and CDs, in blue and white pills and boys I’d never meet, in razor blades and the bottom of the sea. I spent way too many nights drinking, just so I didn’t have to be me. Then, as if some sort of half wish from God, this stupid white boy came along wearing snapback and black tees, and now I just wish I could skip the pieces of my heart across that same well I wished on, and go back to a time, when I only believed in me.

I’m a little short of 500 days of summer, and we barely got to spring. Maybe, we were just an icicle forming on the edge of a pine tree, a perfect weapon, to shatter to the floor, melt, and evaporate as if nothing happened, because: Nothing. Happened.  We shared a bed, for how many goddamn weeks, and I can’t even call you my friend? You shattered me. I saw it coming. A fallible god in a religion I wanted to believe. You gave me all these things and took them away from me, I saw it coming the whole time… maybe if I hadn’t we would’ve been fine.  

Maybe if Rose held on to Jack, he would’ve been alive. Still trying to figure out the roles; I’m the one that’s still holding on, but you’re the one that told me you’d never let me go.  

I don’t want you back. I would like to rewind, to the time when things were divine, and sublime, but it’s impossible for you to undo the things you’ve done to my mind. I leave for a few hours, and you decide you want a penny in your bed, instead of a dime.

I hate you for making me believe in these things, like love, and trust, and then just showing me they weren’t true.

Honestly? Fuck you.