#i could be wrong. but i dont care right now.

[callme-holly]

Hey, could you write a Dallas x reader who didn't do well on a test or something and is really stressed about it?? Like him comforting them and such, thanks :)

𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 - 𝐃.𝐖

a/n: slowly getting back into the flow. this was very self reflection/vent im sorry

Dallas had known something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up the phone, that familiar sense of dread and unease curling in his lower stomach as the phone rang out, leaving him to slam it back down onto the receiver with no reply and a much more crowded mind than before.

He hadn’t really thought about what he was doing, didn’t have any rational thought behind his actions; it never once crossed his mind that you were okay, that you were sleeping… He just knew that something wasn’t right, and he needed to be there for it. 

Your room was silent when he stepped in, and it didn’t take a genius to sense your misery. It practically radiated off of you in waves, hitting him like a tsunami and dragging him under. He wasn’t one for comfort, was far too awkward and inexperienced when it came to any form of human emotions… But the second he saw the graded paper on your desk in front of you, he could guess what was wrong.

“Nice grade…” he mumbled, causing you to startle. He wasn’t being sarcastic, not at all. Your grade was good, but it wasn’t your average. And that’s what’s bothered you. You could do better, and yet you’d gotten lower despite how hard you tried.

“Dont…” You mumbled weakly, grabbing the paper and stuffing it amongst a pile of things that would never see the light of day again. It was better unseen. 

Dallas only hummed in response, lazy yet understanding as he sat on the edge of your desk, twirling your pen between his fingers. “I mean it. Ain’t bad. I’ve seen worse.”

He was trying to help; you knew that. But it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted to be the best, wanted the grade you’d envisioned. Your friends had gotten higher than you, had scored at least a grade above you, and some selfish part of you hated them for that. You were the smart one; you were always the one on top…

“Hey”, Dallas’ voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you met his eyes once more. You sniffled lightly; you weren’t going to try, not over something as small as this. And yet the emotions bubbling up inside of you were so incredibly overwhelming that you couldn’t help it. 

“I just... I thought I’d do better.” You whispered, sounding so incredibly defeated and hurt , that it crushed Dallas. He’d never cared about grades, about school, but he had seen how hard you tried, how much effort you’d put into this test… And in your eyes it was all for nothing.

“So what? You tried; that’s what matters, doll. Who cares if it ain’t your average? This test don’t dictate your whole life.” He let you lean into him, brushing a small, tender kiss to your forehead. You needed this. “If your friends did better, who cares? You still did good and people are proud of ya.” He didn’t say it directly, but you knew it. He was proud of you.

“I just feel horrible for being jealous.” You dropped your gaze, shame washing over you, your eyes downcast and sad. It was wrong of you to feel envious for turning the anger towards yourself into anger towards them simply because they did better. It wasn’t fair, and yet you couldn’t help it.

“It’s normal,” Dallas shrugged, tilting your face up so your eyes met his once more. His voice was low; its usual roughness was still present, but there was an unfamiliar softness to it that made you pause.

“How would you know?” You didn’t mean it in a malicious way; Dallas had never cared about school or exams, so how could he ever tell you what was normal to feel afterwards? Still, he didn’t take offence, merely shrugging.

“Because everyone gets mad at the people who do better than them. It’s normal, doll. You’re used to being good and now you’re not at your best. It hurts, but I ain’t gonna judge you for being angry ‘bout it, man.”

It didn’t make total sense, and it wasn’t logical at all, but it helped you to feel slightly less guilty and took a little weight off your shoulders. He wasn’t going to judge you. He supported you, and he was proud of you. And you supposed that was what mattered most. 

[camthecatchameleon]

i offer no further context for this

[evocatiio]

if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently

[greasydumbfuck]

thinking about frank and sex (in a sad way)

[lashysdomain]

I just want to not be sick

[poisonouspastels]

[pardonmystardust]

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[thecomet-and-themeteor]

I don't know how much sense this makes but I need a Langelique Cinderella AU, I think it'd work pretty well

[phagodyke]

every morning I'm like wow.. birdsong and sunshine.....hm.. u know what. maybe there is hope in the world. and everything will be ok :3 and every evening I'm like I Hope A Meteorite Crashes Through My Window While I Sleep Hitting Me On The Head And Killing Me Instantly. and I switch between these multiple times throughout the day and alsosometimes they happen the other way round and theres no sense or reason or order or pattern just the labyrinth forever. yeah I'm good why do u ask

[lokh]

hearing someone else (the dog groomer) validate every concern i had about the dogs that my parents kept putting off becos. idk they couldnt be bothered and didnt want to spend money. well it made me want to punch things but im good now

[handfulofmuses]

You can see that this one actually stung him. His expression. him entirely taken back and then just zooming off.

Bradford was the whole reason why Xever ended up that way in the first place. This man can no longer breathe on land, lost his legs and then gets locked inside a tank while Bradford is mocking him about the predictment as well.

He was entirely at the mercy of those around him. His master confirmed that he was useless to him and we know what Shredder does with people who are useless to him.

Can you imagine how unsettling that must have been? He was locked inside that small space, trapped behind glass. His fate yet to be decided. Xever is in his own way more of a social guy too so he was forced into isolation.

He needs to talk with people - he is even trying to do his usual banter with Bradford but it backfires in every way because Bradford is tapping against the glass and then just says that maybe he will have his use when Master Shredder gets hungry for sushi - and Shredder agrees.

Shredder is not entertaining this banter ("Enough, Xever!" - why just him? Bradford is guilty of it too) and considering he is in Shredder's throne room...you just know Shredder was not the most pleasant company to have during that time.

Also - they probably had to feed him because he couldn't just get himself a snack.

[tittysuckersworld]

vent tw, if you have depression please please just dont interact-