#sorry ahem

[nicothespy]

this post is made in loving memory of eve @dranktwocoffees…. we will never forget you. RIP

[man-offical]

woah! the party changed your hair color! do you appreciate your new hair color?

for shaw dude I love my new gnarly hairstyle man haha yeah dude

[rice-pudding-slaps]

Addressing of Cats practice for the Santiago production!!!

[soupdeewoop]

HEY EMO BOY HEY HEY HEY EMO BOY

[khonshuscondemned]

dont pick up.

she reads the texts with bleary eyes- and her heart drops

it’s just a bit past three in the morning. she hasn’t heard from Marc in weeks. In her tired, sleep addled state, she almost instinctively presses the green button when her phone starts buzzing in her hands, but stops herself just in time.

It rings.

And rings.

Then falls silent. she swallows back panic.

ding

Her fingers tremble as she slowly raises the device to her ear. the screen goes dark and there’s an awful, icky feeling stuck to her ribs like oil. She has one new voicemail.

‘Layla.’ Marc’s voice is soft, and all he says is her name, at first. her eyes are on the numbers ticking down on the far right side of the voicemail. she wonders just how many precious seconds marc will waste this time on silence.

Too many. The message is two and a half minutes long, and Marc doesn’t say anything else until there’s less than thirty seconds left. she can hear him breathing- panting. there was a time she knew his sounds better than her own, but right now it feels like listening to a stranger.

‘I- imsorry.’ It’s comes out in a rush, sudden and loud enough she pulls the phone away from her ear for just a moment. ‘I’m sorry i didn’t call. i wanted to c- I’m sorry. Layla, I know you can’t forgive me-‘

Was he drunk??

‘-I know it’s too late for that, i… already sent them. but it’s- best this way. better. it’s better this way. i-‘

Marc’s voice is quieter now. Layla’s wipes her eyes quickly and is somewhat surprised when her fingertips come back wet with salty tears.

ten seconds left.

‘I love you, Layla.’

there’s a smashing sound somewhere in the background. She hears Marc inhale through his teeth, air whistling, feels her own heartbeat quicken even though all she’s doing is sitting in bed listening to a voicemail.

‘I’m sorry.’

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[astrvlexpress]

you know there's already another astral express right??

wha-? oh rlly ? :( can u send me their url if u dont mind ?

[ignatiusteto]

actually i would like to finish my yukari yuzuki cover of stay with me and make a culkari pmv bc im pathetic

[judasisgayriot]

I posted 👏 what I posted 👏