#I'M AN EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED TEENAGE GIRL

[starwarsmum]

And day 4 it is! A Day in Your Life

@maribat-calendar-events

Damian didn't want to go to Paris. If he went he would have to socialise with the people from his school, as well as miss patrol for two weeks. But the school had decided and Bruce had insisted that he go with them to ‘enjoy a vacation’.

As a form of protest, he vowed not to bring home any souvenirs and adamantly refused to discuss the plans for the two weeks with any of them. It worked suitably well with Dick, but Bruce merely gave him a tired smile and everyone else laughed at him. 

When he did finally land in Paris, he continued to ignore his family in favour of spending time with Jon. The super was excited to be abroad and chattered nearly constantly about everything he saw. 

After three days in the city of love, however, Damian was debating breaking his silence to tell his family about the apparent hostage situation the entirety of Paris was experiencing thanks to a villain who could make minions out of emotionally compromised individuals.

It was roughly every other day that an akuma appeared and, every time it happened, Damian and his class were inconvenienced. Six days into the fourteen day trip found Damian with a free day and desperately needing time away from his cohorts. So he waved Jon away, promising to meet him for lunch if he was left alone for the morning, and strolled around the city at his leisure.

As he strolled along the Seine he saw a group of teenagers laughing together. A girl with dark hair was towards the back of the group as they walked and he could see from her body language that she was agitated. A girl walking next to her was gesticulating wildly as she told a story.

As the rest of the group laughed and turned away from the pair at the back, the taller of the two girls seemed to gesture even more wildly. Her arm knocked the smaller girl hard enough that she tripped and tumbled into the river.

Damian was moving before she hit the water. He stripped off his jacket and flung it to the side as he dove in after her. Once he had hold of her he pulled her to the surface and managed to heave them both out onto the side. 

The girl was trembling slightly, breaths coming in shallow gulps and his Robin instincts continued to push him forward. He grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around her, trying to warm her back up. During all of this, her friends had started to rush over to them, lots of them trying to be heard over each other. Once they saw that she was breathing and awake, they calmed considerably.

“Marinette, how are you so clumsy?” A girl with glasses said with a fond exasperation in her voice. She turned to Damian who tried to suppress the frown that wanted to turn into a scowl. “I'm so sorry about her, she's such a clutz but most people know she can sort herself out.”

Damian lost the fight and glared at the girl. Her friend fell into the Seine, got pulled out by a perfect stranger, and her first response was to tell him that he shouldn't have bothered himself with it? Even Gothamites had more compassion than that. 

“I am going to ensure she gets warm and dry immediately, and hope that she does not suffer any illnesses due to this incident,” he growled, adjusting his grip on the shivering girl. She pressed into him slightly and he resolved to carry her towards help.

Without bothering to say anything else he lifted her and strode away, ignoring the protests of her ‘friends’. Her teeth were slowly losing their chatter in the warm spring air but she didn't try to get down from his hold.

“S-s-sorry about this,” she said at last, in a voice so quiet he wondered if he had imagined it. “You c-can take me ho-home, it's n-not far.”

“Tt, do not be absurd,” he said as he continued striding towards the hotel. “I will need to change as well so it makes sense to stop at my hotel and get warm.”

Silence greeted his decision and they arrived before much more time had passed. Fortunately none of his classmates were around the lobby and he didn't come across anyone else he knew as he carried her to his room.

He set her gently on the spare bed against the headboard and grabbed the towels from the bathroom, thanking his father grouchily for ensuring he would have a room to himself for his stay in Paris. When he returned to wrap her in one of the towels she was huddled under his jacket, resting her head on her knees.

“I am going to run the shower so that you can get clean,” he said, but she shook her head. He was alarmed when she winced at the motion and dropped the towels to check her over once more. He cursed aloud when he found a nasty bump on the side of her head, hidden beneath her bangs. “Why did you not tell me you hit your head? We should have gone directly to the hospital, I will call someone now-”

“I'm fine, I don't want to make a fuss,” she squeaked, head jerking up to stare at him. In the moment between her head coming up and her wincing at the motion Damian was startled by how blue her eyes were, framed by dark lashes and a worryingly pale face.

He would have argued more, but at that moment a shrill alarm blared from her phone and she groaned. He was spurred into action when she tried to stand up and fell back onto the bed dizzily. 

“Whatever that alarm is for, it cannot be more important than your health and well-being,” he scolded, pulling her feet back onto the bed. She protested weakly but couldn't move him when he held her back to check her eyes. He cursed again when he caught sight of her mismatched pupils and pulled his phone out to call for help.

“Wait, I need to go,” she said and, now that she wasn't shivering or flustered, he could hear a slight slur to the words. 

“Marinette, you have a concussion and need immediate medical attention. I have to apologise, I did not see you hit your head as you fell into the water and assumed that you were merely cold.”

“But I need to be Ladybug, or Hawkmoth will win,” she groaned back, eyes shut. Damian blinked and was about to dial for an ambulance when he heard a sigh that did not come from Marinette. He jumped when a small red thing phased out from under his jacket and floated in front of him.

“Hello, my name is Tikki and I am the Kwami of creation,” it said and Damian suppressed the urge to yell. “A Ladybug is needed to stop whatever akuma is currently terrorising Paris. Normally I would go to one of Marinette's friends, or Chat Noir, and ask them to wield me for the battle when she is indisposed, but as you are here and aware of me, you'll have to do.”

“...I have many questions, but I take it that time is of the essence?” 

“It's very refreshing to have someone focus on the matter at hand,” the tiny creature, Tikki, said, beaming. “Okay, so you will need to take the earrings Marinette is wearing…”

Damian was out of the hotel room within five minutes, most of which time was spent convincing Marinette that he would be back shortly and would then be able to get her medical attention. The yo-yo that functioned as his weapon was disconcerting but after one or two tries he found that it could also function as a grapple. 

Landing at the edge of the Seine, Damian noted that there was another hero in attendance, this one dressed in black leather with cat ears of all things. As soon as they spotted each other, the cat hero - presumably the Chat Noir Tikki had mentioned - leapt over to him with an alarmed expression.

“Who are you?” Chat demanded, leveling his baton at Damian. 

“Tt, I am Ladybug's stand in. She is unavailable currently and requires my assistance, so the sooner we can end the threat, the sooner we can move on,” he retorted.

“And how do I know you're telling the truth, Bug Boy?” Chat asked suspiciously, glaring at him. Damian cut him an annoyed look but otherwise ignored the question. 

Surveying the problem, he saw a girl dressed in orange wielding a flute and screeching about being treated unfairly by someone. It took a few moments but he had formulated a straightforward takedown and, continuing to ignore Chat, leapt into the fray.

The girl in orange gave a scream of indignation when he landed in front of her and something flew out of the end of the flute. He automatically flung the yo-yo at it and whatever it was dispersed in an orange cloud. Without missing a beat, Damian flung himself forward and, with the yo-yo clenched in his fist, punched the akuma in the face.

“Where is the akuma,” he snapped at a nearby civilian, who stammered out an answer. He reached down to the still form of the akuma and took the necklace that was hanging around her neck. Almost leisurely he destroyed the object and captured the dark butterfly. 

It was somewhat a relief that he didn't have to try and fix anything given the akuma had only used illusions to affect things. Without waiting for anyone else, he shot away, taking a roundabout route back to the hotel.

Re-entering the hotel room had him immediately dialing for an ambulance. She roused when he attempted to wake her but she looked even more pale and was muttering incoherently. He was relieved when none of his classmates seemed to be present as he climbed into the back of the ambulance.

He messaged Jon whilst they traveled, to let him know that he wouldn't be back in time to get lunch and would explain everything later. Upon arrival at the hospital everything moved more quickly and he was pushed to the side whilst they checked her over.

It was slightly awkward because he could give them no information other than her first name and the events as he knew them. It took a long time but they were eventually taken to a ward and Marinette was put into a bed. 

Not knowing what else to do, Damian set up vigil at her bedside, trying to ignore the commotion happening around another of the beds. He had just pulled his phone out to reassure Jon that he was fine when he heard someone exclaim Marinette's name.

Biting down on a scowl, he saw the same dismissive girl from earlier. She was looking concerned until she saw that Marinette was asleep at which point she gave a half sigh. This proved too much for Damian, who snapped at her, asking what her problem was now.

“Okay, first of all chill,” she said with a hand on her hip. “Second of all, Marinette has been pulling all nighters for the past few days so I'm not surprised she passed out but I am surprised that she's taking up space in a hospital after she fell in some water.”

“For your information, Marinette is concussed and she is ‘taking up space in a hospital’, as you put it, because she requires urgent medical care,” he snapped back at her, enjoying the way she flinched and paled. “Perhaps you would like to make yourself useful and inform a member of staff about her personal details so that they may contact her next of kin instead of trying to cow me.”

The girl swallowed and nodded before hurrying towards the nurses’ station. Damian ignored the rest of the people who started whispering to each other around the other bed and focused on his phone again.

When the girl came back in she glanced towards Marinette and Damian but he continued to ignore her in favour of his phone and she wisely steered clear. The next time he was interrupted was roughly half an hour later, when a man that took up the entire doorway came in and exclaimed loudly. 

Damian stood quietly to the side as the man and a much more diminutive woman came in and gently woke Marinette. She greeted them weakly before going back to sleep, leaving him to speak with them.

“Thank you so much for helping our Marinette,” the man said, reaching over to shake his hand enthusiastically. “She is very accident prone and I hate to think what could have happened if you hadn't happened by.”

“Tt, it was nothing,” he said, his cheeks reddening. “I am only glad they were able to contact you. I should probably be on my way, I am only here on a school trip and my…friend is wondering where I went.”

“You interrupted your trip to help her? The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me, please come to our bakery when you're next free so we can thank you properly!”

Damian nodded, fully intending to visit them once Marinette was home so that he could talk to her about the Ladybug earrings and what he could do to assist her. He couldn't tell her about being Robin, but perhaps he could help her anyway.

And if he happened to get to know the, admittedly beautiful, girl better in the process, he supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world.

Part 2

[britts-galaxy-brain]

Sunny stole his story from ginger . You are awful for standing by someone THIS heinous. Do you just not care, Britt? That it? I mean you already abused your ex and are now helping Courtney coach a teenager just because “trans girl bad”.

You’re pathetic. Go drink bleach. Tell sunny he can too because he doesn’t deserve a shred of compassion after he’s lying about grooming.

Get the fuck out of my inbox, Lily. And get better suicide bait. It's obvious when it's you.

For whoever else who may be reading this, I've spoken about ONE of my exes publicly. The one who financially, emotionally, and mentally abused me for two years after I left my parents' house. The one who almost ran my mother over with her car after blowing up at me because I refused to pay her $100 after she stole $300 from me over the course of three months.

Your accusation makes no goddamn sense. Sunny didn't steal shit, he had his own experiences that happen to be similar to Ginger's. Because Lily treats everyone in her life pretty much the same. She gets way too close to minors, allows them to interact with her sexually under the guise of plausible deniability, posts sexually charged and outright explicit shit around minors to normalize it, then swoops in and dates them as soon as they're old enough for her to get away with it.

The feelings Sunny has described line up perfectly to what a grooming victim would feel. And given things he's talked about concerning his past, he'd be susceptible to someone like Lily's predatory ass.

Go read my fucking chat logs. She's admitted to being attracted to minors. She's made up stories about raping a high school girl out of "nothing but pure malice". Her porn accounts are filled with depictions of children. She sexually abused ME the entire time I fucking knew her because she wouldn't take "I'm uncomfortable" for an answer. Went as far as to create a FAKE ACCOUNT to steal compromising photos of me and try to coerce me into cybering with her. Get FUCKED.

If anyone deserves to be drinking bleach in a ditch, it's you.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | The Deer Hunter (Cimino, 1978)

After stepping through Heaven's Gate spending a couple of Desperate Hours over the last weekend, I was still in a Michael Cimino mood so I decided to... become The Deer Hunter... by rewatching The Deer Hunter. Sorry, that was terrible. I promise I won't partake in any more awful attempted wordplay in this review. Anyway, after my qualms with the construction of both of those movies, it was nice to be reminded, after probably fifteen years since my last viewing, how well paced this one is. I think one of the more common complaints about this is the length of the wedding sequence in the first hour, but I think it's a pretty essential part of the movie and the runtime is well used. Over this hour, you get the sense of the community the heroes come from, and the amount of time Cimino devotes to capturing life in this town allows us to grasp its rhythms and contradictions. A lesser movie would paint it in saccharine sentiment or glib generalizations (I think of one particularly on the nose moment from We Were Soldiers where characters mistake racism for strict laundry rules), but Cimino's camera does not shy away from uglier moments, like the depressing normalcy of violence against women. There's a novelistic richness here with the level of detail and specificity, the fact that the community is only a generation or two away from its immigrant roots, the fact that most of the men are employed by the steel mill and that there isn't much else to do around here, each character's virtues and flaws being slowly shaded in. This may not be a perfect town, or even every town, but it's theirs.

The languorous pacing of the first act also sets up the sledgehammer impact of the second act, when we're plunged into the thick of combat and then the notorious Russian Roulette torture scene. This stretch only lasts for around half an hour (and we maybe spend an hour in Vietnam, apologies if I'm off by a few minutes, my watch is low on batteries), but it casts a pall over the rest of the movie. Any semblance of normalcy we had in that first hour has been shattered. The movie has been criticized for its monstrous depiction of the Vietnamese, and I think the points leveled against it are fair. But the movie is upfront about channeling the Vietnam War from the American experience, and from that perspective there's maybe a certain emotional honesty in reveling in such ugliness. If you're going to depict characters struggling with PTSD and try to show the completeness of their experience, it makes sense to depict their time in combat with raw, unmitigated terror. I recognize this puts the movie in morally compromised territory, but on a gut level, I was moved.

Now, when I last watched this as a teenager, I'd found much of the last third, whereupon Robert De Niro returns from Vietnam and takes up with Meryl Streep, to be a little boring. I can offer two such reasons for having held this opinion. One, as all teenage boys can attest, all girls have cooties, and that extends to multiple Oscar Winner Meryl Streep. Two, I was very much hoping that the movie would get (back) to the Russian Roulette factory and found the return to small town Pennsylvania kinda slow. (Before you ask, I was and probably still am very much a film bro, although mostly but not entirely loving The Deer Hunter is hardly the worst opinion a film bro can have. The worst opinion a film bro can have is liking The Boondock Saints, of which I am still guilty as charged. Sorry, Willem Dafoe is so funny in that movie.) Thankfully, I've now atoned for my thoughtcrime, and now recognize that Streep, like practically everybody in this movie, is great, and that the offness of that last hour is integral to the movie's effect.

If we're gonna step back into the Cimino Corner, as far as female performance go, I think I preferred Isabelle Huppert in Heaven's Gate than Streep here, although Huppert's role is emotionally loadbearing while Streep's is auxiliary by definition. And I think the offness allows us to feel on a gut level the difficulty of readjusting to "normal" life when you've been through such a harrowing experience. The depictions of wilderness provide an easy to grasp example. The forest is breathtaking in its beauty in that first hour, but having been through the Vietnamese jungle and its evil aura, it is difficult to feel that same emotion when we go for another hunting trip after having come home. (De Niro finds himself unable to kill a deer upon his return, something Cimino compensated for by killing way more animals for real in his next movie.) We have a few characters whose versions of masculinity are not completely aligned but in close enough proximity before going to war, drift apart in this respect upon their return as they struggle to readjust in different ways. Christopher Walken, whose performance is probably the most showy, goes to one extreme, John Savage the most vulnerable, and De Niro the most withdrawn. I think the other performance of his that this most brings to mind is The Irishman. The characters in question are very different in most respects, but both lack the ability to articulate their experiences, benefit from that particular contemplative quietness De Niro brings.

So yeah, good movie. Check it out, folks.

[inklizard]

just watched episodes 7 and 8 with my friend and there’s a lot going on with me right now

[mistressemmedi]

[fandomsunite1974]

Everyone: The writers of Supernatural cause us all so much emotional tramua and stress.

Supernatural Writers:

[mangotortoise]

I was tagged by both @wilsonthemoose and @notfredj (on my sideblog @thebackestofburners) so...

Not sure if he's a celebrity but he counts as one to me

So I guess I'm an emotionally compromised teenage girl on a summer night

I tag uh @jayisnotdrawing @daryfromthefuture and @swagflowerpartyperson and whoever else wants to play

i've seen a game going around on my dash which looks fun!

Rules: No cheating! You're starring in a movie with the last celebrity saved in your camera roll. The last song you've listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

i actually didn't have any celeb pics saved quite far back... also i'm sorry to the tumblr user i'm stealing this off i can't remember where it's from

damn this sounds interesting... i know it wouldn't necessarily be spn-related, but sam and being locked out of heaven bc of the demon blood etc... good stuff

no pressure tagging: @ambersock @mostlybbucky @ginkgo-shaw @teamlighthouse and anyone else who wants to!

[eaudepeche]

hi, i'm tia, or as i like to call myself, an emotional wreck,

[myblackeyedfire]

How emotionally compromised am I from reading this latest fic by @ozonecologne? I just passed a rack of trench coats at the mall, with a tan and a black one placed side by side, and needed to compose myself. Oof.

[x-i-l-verify]

Im not crying u are

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 11

"Asylum"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Yes. I simply would not go into a place I knew was horrifically haunted. That's what Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara are for. I also simply would not marry a cop. 8/10

I like that we are getting a continuation of the "finding dad" storyline for the second episode in a row, even if it's causing tension between the boys

(eeeeeeuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh. back on my todobros au bullshit. dean is exactly what touya would be like if endeavor had been a different kind of neglectful of his eldest kid. and shoto/sam begging him to look beyond what their dad wants)

Sam trying to lie while also trying to not lie to this therapist is phenomenal. "been on a road trip with my brother. met a lot of...interesting people. did a lot of...interesting things" yes, girl, give him nothing

STOP GOING TO HAUNTED PLACES. GIRL, DUMP HIM IMMEDIATELY. YOU WERE PROMISED A MOVIE.

Dean spitting facts "when someone says a place is haunted, don't go in!" Thank you, Dean

$20 says that's not actually Dean on the phone. DO kind of love that the teenage girl is the one who can fire a shotgun and her lameass boyfriend can't #feminism (/j...at the tag. i am actually glad she's the one with the shotgun...for now, at least. i don't trust the writers) also, good for her for saying she's breaking up with him if they make it out alive

Knew it. Wasn't Dean on the phone. Was it Dr Ellicot? Probably.

WELL DAMN. Oh god...I'm really, really emotionally compromised watching them fight like this. Like, that was some REALLY HURTFUL SHIT. Dean giving Sam the pistol and Sam pulling the trigger while aiming at Dean???? Like, yeah, it wasn't loaded, and yeah, Sam was not fully himself at the time, but FUCK, man!

Seeing Dean throw the zippo lighter to salt and burn the bones is reminding me of the post about how many zippo lighters the Winchesters just waste over the course of the series

"Been On My Mind...": (Half way through and the bulk of the extra cast has been a middle aged therapist and a teenage girl...I'm gonna guess no) I was right.

"Dalek"

HERE. WE. GOOOOOOOOO!!! In a complete 180 of how I felt about the last adversaries the Doctor faced, I fucking LOVE the Daleks.

I was really hoping this episode took place just a LITTLE closer to our current time, but to have it set in 2012 is also very good

Man, I remember watching this episode for the first time and not knowing anything about ANYTHING. Like, NOW I recognize the cyberman head for what it is, but at the time? Could have been just some random robot head.

Ugh. This guy is insufferable. Thankfully, I think we just have to deal with him for one episode.

Man...the Dalek reveal happens MUCH earlier than I recalled it. I also think this is the rawest interaction between the Doctor and a Dalek we get in the series (at least as far as I remember). GODDDDDDDD two sworn enemies, mortal (and yet also immortal) enemies, coming to realize or being reminded that they are the last of their kind in the whole universe. The seething hatred between them, and yet...they have this one thing in common that no one else can possibly understand. It's GORGEOUS.

This poor kid...believes and believes and believes, and Rose just knows and won't tell. I mean, she has no reason to tell him, but still.

Why are they just standing there if hey were just told the Dalek could get out so easily?? Just. Run.

...okay but now I'm just curious about what if this episode DID take place closer to this year. The Dalek downloaded the entire internet, and they just asserted that it now knows everything. But like...that was 2005's thoughts on what they believed 2012's internet would be like...if it were closer to now, the Dalek has extensive knowledge of omegaverse and all of homestuck and every qanon conspiracy theory. I WANT TO SEE WHAT PSYCHIC DAMAGE 2023 INTERNET WOULD GIVE A DALEK (i swear i do love them, but it's just...this is so interesting)

"YOU. WOULD. MAKE. A. GOOD. DALEK." is such a banger line. Absolute mic drop of an insult.

Nah, I'm with the Dalek. That guy should die.

Watching the inner, squishy Dalek alien feel the sunlight after being trapped 53 floors below the ground and tortured has me feeling very "but what if I gave it a hug?" post. It's a good thing I grabbed my Dalek plushie before I started the episode. You know, to hug at this moment.

[funkymbtifiction]

What is the difference between a feeler who can maintain a professional distance and one who struggles with it? It happened on Call The Midwife recently ( my point of reference lately) Sister Julianne advising Sister Frances. I must admit I sometimes find Sister Julianne a little aloof but I can understand getting too caught up doesn’t necessarily help.

Sometimes it's the difference between a dominant feeler and an auxiliary feeler and sometimes it's the difference between having been trained to do that -- in professions like nursing, it's better to emotionally remain distant in order to be able to make rational judgments and impersonal decisions, to give them the best possible 'care' without allowing yourself to be ripped apart if they die or experience an enormous loss. Sister Julienne is still impacted heavily by people and what happens to them (remember when she found the infant left to die in front of an open window; it gutted her), but she advised Frances to gain some distance, because she can't afford to get sucked into a teenage girl's problems -- it might compromise her ability to be objective and make decisions based on what's "best" rather than "how this girl feels about it." Julienne has had what, 40 years in the profession and has learned to keep her distance? And Frances is only twenty years old.

I also think it matters a lot what the topic pertains to -- I have seen feeler-auxiliaries get super impassioned and unable to be impartial if it's something that truly matters to them (like defending a loved one), and seen a surprising amount of emotional distance from an EFJ when it comes to making decisions for "the greater good" (humanity) over "the individual's feelings" (one person). How you are judging them also says something about your own Fe/Fi function.

Sister Julienne... I like her a lot, because she's pretty practical about things. Like most ISJs, she wants to carefully weigh all the information before passing judgment on it. She's an ISFJ, so she can choose to back off from Fe when it's required -- and she does this a lot in her attempt to make fair, rational judgments in various situations. She can also have a blind spot about it, though -- as she said in the most recent episode, she overlooked the fact that it might be difficult for one midwife who experienced a miscarriage to return to work and see babies being born every day. Her focus was scattered over too many responsibilities / people, so she did not anticipate or think about how painful that might be. It seems odd for a Fe not to anticipate that, but it's also very realistic in that ... she would be caught up in other things, accustomed to how things are done, and have, as she pointed out, "no experience with married midwives... this has never happened before!" All of the IFJs can seem more distant than their extroverted counterparts.

I think Frances is an ESFJ. I've been on the fence about her for a while -- she's also a 6, I think. She started out very insecure, and is still somewhat seeking of a foundation to build upon, but is gradually finding her footing. The other nun -- the one who cheerfully takes over Nurse Crane's duties -- intrigues me more. She seems open-minded and ready for anything and somewhat non-traditional; I see her as Ne and Te, but I'm not sure in which order. She sometimes bulldozes ahead and insults people without meaning to, which could be ENFP-ish... but she could also just be a 9w1 ISTJ (the 9 being where all of the open-mindedness is coming from). I like the new nurse as well, with the daughter -- she's an ESFP for sure. Did you see how she lit up when attending that lecture, and had so many questions -- she was excited to GO there and physically SEE what advances in medicine are being made -- it's so wonderfully Se, I love it. I haven't learned all the newcomer's names yet :P and am too lazy to look them up, so... that's all for now. lol

[brainwormscauseswisscheese]

I like like my english professor and damn if that isn’t really fucking stupid. I was internet stalking for shits and giggles and I found a video of him singing and playing the guitar and it cracked me up bc he had the same mannerisms that he does in class wildin Also he’s a ginger with bits of grey on the side with light eyes how was I not supposed to like that

[irishais]

I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

so uh i might have cried into my pint of ice cream at an entire squad of past elphabas and glindas singing For Good together for the Wicked 15th anniversary concert

[inklizard]

anyway i think i accidentally reblogged like 3 things straight out of the gate that were meant to go into the queue but i don’t care really it’s back to being packed to the gills either way. y’all enjoy that i’m going to calm myself.

[oh-geez-i-did-that-blog]

I keep missing my ex,

But my emotional state is getting better