hey.... Lovro? imma need you to stop going to high places every time you are sad.... for my mental wellbeing
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hey.... Lovro? imma need you to stop going to high places every time you are sad.... for my mental wellbeing
I'm tipsy and thinking abt how margie being absolutely shitfaced drunk has consistently served to soothe Raf's paranoia each and every time it has happened.
Because when he gets drunk, he kinda becomes his worst self--the version of himself he has kind of internalized as being his "true" self; very reactive, defensive, spiteful, cynical, self pitying...
Margie drunk, on the other hand... is just... Margie, but more. Drunk margie is just... Margie on blast, lmao, more laughing, louder laughing, more affectionate, more vocal about all the things she likes and loves, more physically affectionate, more ridiculous. It's just her with all her filters and inhibitions removed, and so she's just... all of her traits are dialled to 10 and are largely socially unacceptable from anyone who isn't a lightweight drunk girl. She's a lot more trusting, too. Of everyone. She's usually very trusting, but unuprisingly, drunk margie is irresponsibly trusting.
If Raf's paranoia were to latch onto anything, it might be the notion that her drunken behavior is affirmation that he's not special--that she just acts and feels this way around literally anyone who's nice to her.
But that's not a very meaty bone for his thoughts to gnaw on--because it's always been very obvious that Margie just... loves people. And she loves being loved. She's been very straightforward about this since the very beginning. There were never any illusions about it. Still, his is the bed she returns to sleep in every night. None of these other motherfuckers at the party can say that for themselves.
When she drunkenly utters, "Let's head home," it's only ever to him.
i know what you are. you are just as anomalous, glass, and i will find some actual evidence. eventually. i swear i'm not a conspiracy theorist guys its real glass is a
I'm afraid I'm not, dear Anon. Sincerest apologies, but I'm one of the rare normal people here. None of it is a hazard.
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Blueprint S9 E5: Freshman
H-hey guys... If you're a minor, don't interact please- (Can't believe I even have to say that when my pinned post quite literally says that minors are not allowed on my blog. Why are you even on Tumblr in the first place-)
But let me say this in very simple terms:
Me = adult.
You = an actual child.
Me >> exposing you to inappropriate stuff >> jail.
Me ≠ jail.
Great. Thanks. (I WILL be blocking people that have no age.)
I, uh.. see someone really liked that post.