spent my whole day ( 💀 ) drawing a fucking chrisker comic, and it has this parallel between albert and william/chris
thats it 😁👍👍👍

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spent my whole day ( 💀 ) drawing a fucking chrisker comic, and it has this parallel between albert and william/chris
thats it 😁👍👍👍
omg girl ur alive ?
… debatable!
[The summer night breeze drifts through the bedroom window, and strokes Gemma’s cheek as she sleeps. She dreams she’s in a boxing ring, pummelling hits into the faces of them. The harder she hits, the more rage she feels. The more rage she feels, the harder she hits. She’s not sure when, but at some point they’re no longer in the ring with her, but she still swings punches into the place they occupied. She slowly becomes exhausted and frustrated, tears prickling at her eyes. She only calms when she feels a light hold on her shoulder, making her freeze. When she turns, Thomas is stood facing her with the fondest smile ever seen, taking her suddenly ungloved hands into his. He brings them to his lips, and they’re suddenly back at home, safe. She stares at him, the rage still simmering.]
I’m so sorry, Gem.
[Her rage vanishes within in an instant, and all that’s left is the hurt. Years worth of tears falling. Thomas simply holds her and whispers his thanks for everything she’s ever done for him. She calms with each gratitude, and allows herself to lean more and more into his arms.
Thomas wakes her, having heard her crying in her sleep.]
(She swings her hand wildly, only to see—)
—Oh. It's you.
I heard you crying, are you—
I'm so sorry to wake you up in the middle of the night, it's fine, go back—
It's morning, Gem.
(No wonder the room feels lighter.)
Oh.
Nightmare?
It's nothing.
(He glances down at her hand, studying the new callouses he's unfamiliar with.)
You used to ask me to be honest with my feelings and all that. Talk to you, go to therapy, all that jazz. What happened to that?
(dryly) Hard to be honest when the only other person in the house is a child.
I'm sorry.
I know.
Was it about me?
Don't flatter yourself, you don't occupy all my thoughts.
(She tries to joke, but it falls a bit flat when there's still wetness in her eyes.)
It was a good dream! I got to punch someone I really hate.
...Is it me?
No. (beat) It was Dillon. And your father.
Ah. I don't suppose I can ask you to reconsider the hatred?
Nope.
...Thanks. For defending me in your dreams.
Think nothing of it.
(He takes her hand. Opens his mouth and closes it a few times.)
(slowly) 呢兩年... 辛苦你啦。
What's with the, uh, what's with all this?
(Her voice cracks.)
Because it's true. You've been working your ass off for two years, all because of me. Not to mention the whole... busting me out thing. So, thank you.
(unconvincingly) Think nothing of it, really.
(The room is so quiet, he can hear her breathing.)
(Tentatively, moving inch by inch, he wraps an arm around Gemma, until her head is resting on his shoulders. Every inch projecting you can push me away, if you don't want this. If you don't want me.)
(She doesn't.)
My boyfriend and I really are cosplaying Marvin and Whizzer right now (I’m playing online chess and he’s dead (he’s not actually dead he’s just abandoned me for rehearsal (come back baby I miss you)))
I never read a fanfic ever I think because I cannot read but I make edits with my fav characters and ships in my head
can X be called a yandere?
Honestly?
Umm. Depends on who you ask.
👁👃👁
She's literally ☝️🤓 here and I love it