( definitely annoying. she would be shaking him if she were there right now. among other slightly more violent things, which would most likely just devolve into roughhousing and steve in a headlock. it's probably better she's not anywhere in his vicinity for this. )
"""NonE oF iT wAs rEaL""" Yeah, keep fucking telling yourself that, I hope it makes you feel better about being a goddamn coward You wanna tell me how I have new fucking scars if none of that shit actually happened?
( she really wishes she could send photo through this stupid brain network, because she does not want to touch the horizon right now. but if she has to, she will mentally drag steve's ass to her domain and show him there. for now, she's just going to yell about it very loudly in her head. )
Nanaue fucking BIT ME and you and I both know that's fucking impossible unless some of that god shit was real Maybe it's just the Singularity playing a big fucking joke on me, but I've been around enough dreams-that-aren't-dreams to know that it's not as simple as real-or-not-real We didn't just take a nap, Steve, something or someone royally fucked with our heads So if you want to selectively ignore all the shit that makes you uncomfortable, fine I'm just telling you it didn't come from nowhere
There's this thing called the Mist back home that can make you see things that aren't really true or convince you something happened when it didn't And believe me, this doesn't feel like that This feels like, I don't know, like we were supposed to "live" through all of it Like some fucking Christmas Carol shit or whatever Like someone poked around in our brains and made us see the best or the worst of ourselves I don't fucking know Maybe that's not the real future, unless you want to believe in Fate and all that shit which I'm pretty sure has nothing to do with it But can you actually say where you ended up and who you ended up with doesn't make sense? Put all of the god shit aside He's your best friend, you live with him, but what, neither one of you is man enough to poach the elephant in the room?
I mean I just saw him in Nocwich, looking unbelievably pathetic Practically moaning about how y'all aren't a thing Pretty sure he was trying to tell me something with the dopey love song he was playing
( which is, maybe, not exactly the truth. don't @ her. she didn't come here to fight fair. )
Maybe you should go talk to him instead of being an asshole Or at least tell me why you can't talk to him if you'd rather continue being an asshole You owe me that much if you still want to be cool
they are unhinged and im luv them
"""NonE oF iT wAs rEaL"""
Yeah, keep fucking telling yourself that, I hope it makes you feel better about being a goddamn coward
You wanna tell me how I have new fucking scars if none of that shit actually happened?
( she really wishes she could send photo through this stupid brain network, because she does not want to touch the horizon right now. but if she has to, she will mentally drag steve's ass to her domain and show him there. for now, she's just going to yell about it very loudly in her head. )
Nanaue fucking BIT ME and you and I both know that's fucking impossible unless some of that god shit was real
Maybe it's just the Singularity playing a big fucking joke on me, but I've been around enough dreams-that-aren't-dreams to know that it's not as simple as real-or-not-real
We didn't just take a nap, Steve, something or someone royally fucked with our heads
So if you want to selectively ignore all the shit that makes you uncomfortable, fine
I'm just telling you it didn't come from nowhere
There's this thing called the Mist back home that can make you see things that aren't really true or convince you something happened when it didn't
And believe me, this doesn't feel like that
This feels like, I don't know, like we were supposed to "live" through all of it
Like some fucking Christmas Carol shit or whatever
Like someone poked around in our brains and made us see the best or the worst of ourselves
I don't fucking know
Maybe that's not the real future, unless you want to believe in Fate and all that shit which I'm pretty sure has nothing to do with it
But can you actually say where you ended up and who you ended up with doesn't make sense?
Put all of the god shit aside
He's your best friend, you live with him, but what, neither one of you is man enough to poach the elephant in the room?
I mean I just saw him in Nocwich, looking unbelievably pathetic
Practically moaning about how y'all aren't a thing
Pretty sure he was trying to tell me something with the dopey love song he was playing
( which is, maybe, not exactly the truth. don't @ her. she didn't come here to fight fair. )
Maybe you should go talk to him instead of being an asshole
Or at least tell me why you can't talk to him if you'd rather continue being an asshole
You owe me that much if you still want to be cool