#hm. ouch.

[grey-rambles]

Felt like emotionally devastating myself even further today so I'm watching Bedrock Bros compilations

[motleyscrew]

@lexpxrdus​ said: ‘ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ’

I HAVE NO MEMORY OF THIS MEME | not accepting!

jess freezes, and the argument dies on her lips. it hadn’t been worth it anyways; just the same roundabout fight that always cropped up and always made her raise her hackles. joey. her expression morphs into into a sorrowful one - something akin to remorse in her eyes, if he knows where to look to find it. she stares at him for a moment before shaking her head slowly, arms folding round herself to hold her elbows. “is that really what you think of me? that i ever want to hurt you?” she asks in a tone that’s softer than usual. her expression hardens as quickly as it had faltered and she shakes her head again, more firmly this time. she forces a bitter laugh and looks away from him to fixate on a scuff in the wall, “jesus, steve, i’m not a monster.”

isn’t she, though? maybe there’s some truth to his words - after all, doesn’t she know just where to jab, and how hard, to hit where it hurts? it’s an art she’s been trained in for years, maybe a defensive mechanism if it’s held up to the light, that’s earned her a specific reputation. vindictive bitch, if she remembers correctly. jess conroy is ruthless. and yet here jess is, standing in her kitchen with the most morally commendable, kind hearted person america has ever seen, and she’s arguing with him about joey, who she always defends so fiercely, in ways that she knows will make steve hurt. maybe she’s the hardest battle steve’s ever had to fight, and he’s standing up alone. that does make her monstrous, doesn’t it? “i don’t want to do this shit anymore.”

[monstarfunk]

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[epiitaphs]

‘ when i first met you , you said what you needed was a time machine . where would you go if you had one ? ’ (john @ seb / reincarnation au)

“I’m tired of watching you die, I know I’ve said that before.” Now, saving John several times might never be possible, but one of the times. Just one time, he didn’t want to remember that. One time, he wanted to die first or to live just a little longer. But that might not be realistic, even just once, since John dying seemed to be the only common theme in his many lives. “But there was one time you died and I wasn’t there.” It’d happened more than once, in fact, but the moment he had in mind had stuck as the worst. “I doubt I could stop it, but, fuck, that’s the one time I’d want to be there when you died.”