#shejournalst

[scarbraved]

“I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.” / from samantha

@shejournalst sent  !

      it seems like they’re at a stale mate.  he doesn’t want to give up his spot on the couch.    (  he’s just too comfortable.  )    but she’s threatening to lock herself away and cry.  a huff slips past his lips as he pushes himself into a sitting position, and raises the blanket for her.      “fine. get under here.”

[scarbraved]

“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.” / from sam

@shejournalst sent  !

      blue eyes watch her as she moves into her kitchen.  a small smile forms against his lips as he returns his eyes back towards his painting project.    (  it looks like shit.  )    he’s having a good time despite that.  eyes roll, as he mumbles under his breath  :      “pussy.”

[heartslayer-a]

@shejournalst​ 

❛ Alright, hear me out. –– What if I just kill him? ❜

[terraena]

@shejournalst​ 

❛ Didn’t you just ask for a replacement orb? –– You ain’t selling these on the black market, are you? I’d be in a shitload of trouble with Big C. ❜

[shelawyer]

"i brough wine and cheese platters... i'm so sorry taylor swift shot you today"

Her eyes are filled with tears. With a sniff, and a slightly inhuman-sounding sob, she takes hold of the wine, uncorks it, and starts drinking directly from the bottle.  

❛ This is so sick and twisted, I feel ill. ❜

[sheteacher]

@shejournalst​ gets a starter  !

fingers tap rhythmically against the arm of the couch.  her eyes glancing from the television to her friend, and back again.  slowly, she lets her fingers tap once against her thumb, before she’s placing her palm flat against the fabric of the couch.  she lets out a soft sigh, before she’s letting her eyes move back towards her friend.    “are you done with the joint yet, clown  ?”

[redrecovery]

"i can't let this go, i have to figure out how to help them."

❛ I know you can't. I know the feeling. ❜    Luke gives her hand a squeeze before pulling her into a tight hug. He didn't care, in that moment, whether or not she felt him softly trembling. He of all people knew the effects a house could have on a person, especially one with a heart as big as hers. And that is why he was full of fear. He lost Nellie, a piece of his soul he would never get back, but he wasn't about to lose Sam too. No, she had found a home in his heart and his soul, and no house was going to take that away from him. No house was going to take her life from her, rip her from the world she loved and cared for so much. So that's why...    ❛ And if you're going to do this... then I want to help you. ❜

[redrecovery]

"i'm not okay."

❛ I'm here. I'm here. Look at me, Sammy. ❜    Luke sits beside her, moving to gently cradle her face in his hands. His thumbs brush against her cheeks, and he starts breathing deep, as if he is guiding her through the motions.    ❛ I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. ❜    There had been countless nights where Luke was on the other end of this, and Sam was always there for him. In times like this, Luke always offered up a small piece of himself to her — assisting her with the method that always helped him in his times of distress... and at the very least, it was something for her to focus on while he calmed her down enough to properly help her.    ❛ Let's count. Okay? Let's count to seven. — One... two... ❜