privileged-ken-doll:

“Look,” Kendall started again, sighing loudly, “Am I okay with the whole self-harm thing? Absolutely not, I care about you enough to be pissed off on your behalf, but things happen and sometimes it all becomes too much for us to cope and walk away unscathed, so I kinda get it.” Kendall spoke clearly, but having some trouble finding the right words to express what was going though her mind and heart. This kind of open talk wasn’t exactly her forte, but for Sydney, she would try. “If there’s any way I can help, then I’ll do anything to stop you from doing it again, but if there isn’t anything, then all I can offer is my support and a shoulder to lean on, if you ever need it, but I’m sure there’s strength within you, Syd, you just have to find it.” She said with a mild shrug.

With each of Sydney’s words, snippets of the past few days flashed through her mind, and without Ken realizing it, her frame started shaking all too subtly as the anger and pain bubbled up. “It felt… it felt good, going after Samuel and getting some payback for what he did. I have his blood on my hands and I feel no shame or regret. How fucked up does that make me?” Kendall asked with a humorless chuckle, her hands closing into fists, welcoming the sting as the battered skin of her knuckles stretched. As much as she tried, there was no regret or shame to find within her, and even though she feared it might scare Sydney away, she wouldn’t dare lie to the blonde that had helped her so much. “Even though Daxton hurt me before, he’s still family to me, and that bastard hurt him, not to mention hurt an innocent, sweet woman that had no part in all of this. He almost got away with it, and I just couldn’t let that happen.”

The words not even spoken by herself tasted bitter in her mouth. Self-harm. It was a gross thought - one that plagued her mind day in and day out, as she laid in bed, trying to will herself out of the deep depression she’d fallen into. The fact that she was here, by her own will, was nothing short of amazing. Sydney continued to stand in the middle of the room, eyes barely looking at Kendall, but looking enough in her direction that she could show she was listening. She didn’t have any words, not even a ‘thank you’ to offer the woman, but merely nodded in response to her kind words and offerings. All she wanted was the attention to focus anywhere but herself.

Sydney let the rhetorical question hang in the air, finally bringing her gaze up to look at Kendall, eyeing the bruises and cuts that were scattered over her worn down body. “You’re not fucked up, Kendall,” she spoke softly, once the woman had finished speaking, further explaining the situation. “You were protecting someone you care about... I’m just glad you didn’t get too hurt. I don’t know what I would’ve done if it had been you in the hospital.”

F2F - KENNEY

mari-hart:

Things I have learned in the past 24 hours, getting drunk and losing your, well– person, is a terrible thing because

 A. They can’t stop you from taking those 10 shots 

B. Can’t stop you from clearly annoying racists pigs and resulting in getting a bottle broken over your shoulder. 

C They cannot protect you from a very angry little sister, who pulls you back home nearly by your hair. 

This hangover is a killer, and I think I’m going to stay in @hartnat‘s bed for the next 12 hours.

That sounds like quite the adventure... Was this person drinking, too? Maybe you need like a sober fairy god mother, or something.

kieranaflanagan:

I need some shots, anyone care to join?

Alcohol is a depressant - I doubt it’ll do anything to wake you up...

I’m so tired

romeo-duval:

So I woke up this morning in some persons house outside on a lawn chair with no memory of the weekend, so i would say mine was a success. How was everyones elses?

Wait...so were you inside or outside of their house... But, uh, to answer the question, I guess I would say that I do have memory of my weekend and it wasn’t exciting, however I prefer less excitement in my life than you seem to have.

headcasejayce:

That’s exactly why. I set up my tripod to film me skating in the pool. I totally forgot there was no water in there until I wanted to go for a swim.  Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t hurt myself, too.

The tripod didn’t clue you in? Isn’t it really expensive to drain a pool? Fortunately I haven’t had to do that with mine, yet, but I think it might need to be done soon for cleaning and maintenance and I’m definitely not looking forward to that. That definitely would’ve caused for some gnarly injuries, though, I’m sure. The TV would’ve been the least of your problems at that point.

iMESSAGE 📱 MJ/SYDNEY.

SYDNEY: Thanks for this morning :)

bronx-evans:

Dawn.

Oh...wow... That is...way too early.

darcyfabray:

Private:

I’m glad you understand that. Do you mean that? It’ll be nice to hang out but we aren’t that close of friends, I don’t think, and you could be busy. 

- private.

Of course I do - why wouldn’t I mean that? We can’t really be better friends if we don’t start hanging out more, right?

iMESSAGE 📱 MJ/SYDNEY.

MJ: It was alright. I didn't do much. Didn't see anyone, just kind of stayed home with myself. What about you?

SYDNEY: Oh...you should've come over. I pretty much did the same thing. Mentally preparing for the massive amounts of homework I know I'm going to have this week to catch up.

bronx-evans:

Fishing a beer out of the cooler, Bronx twists off the cap in one fluid motion.  “Mhm, it was, wasn’t it?”  A long swig and smile.  “You’ve got nice lips, PYT.”

She shifts a bit to recline on her chair, but makes no move to get out from under Sydney’s hand.  Maybe it’s the weed, or just the overall ambience of the night, but the contact is nice.  And Bronx is grateful for it.

“Feelin’ a little more relaxed now, I hope?”

Sydney’s still a little dazed - partly from the numerous amounts of hits she’s taken, but also the surprisingly intoxicating feeling of Bronx’s lips on her own. It doesn’t help matters any that she’s still got a hand on her leg and is leaning far closer than need be, at this point.

“You’ve got nice...everything...” she mutters under her breath unintentionally. Her gaze - while on the path to find where her own hand had gone (she is a little high, okay?) - accidentally falls on the ample amount of sideboob that’s presented to her and suddenly finds herself even more distracted than before. It isn’t until Bronx questions her that she quickly snaps her head back up to look at the woman.

“Wha-...yeah, relaxed. Definitely relaxed,” she agrees with a nod of her head as she finally moves back to sit in her chair properly again, effectively breaking the contact between her hand and Bronx’s thigh. “Thank you for this.”

bronx-evans:

Been p good.  Had dawn patrol this morning, and now I’ve been straight up chillin like a villain at the shop.

Oh, that sounds nice. How early did you have to be out there for that? 

iMESSAGE 📱 MJ/SYDNEY.

MJ: Yeah, sure.

MJ: I'll pick you up?

SYDNEY: Sounds good!

SYDNEY: How was your weekend?

iMESSAGE 📱 MJ/SYDNEY.

MJ: Don't worry about it.

SYDNEY: Do you wanna go out for coffee before classes tomorrow?

iMESSAGE 📱 MJ/SYDNEY.

MJ: Are we done with the bullshit?

SYDNEY: Yes.

[a beat]

SYDNEY: I'm sorry

camimendes:

I LOVE THEM

bttyandvronica:

camila & lili have the cutest friendship 💕💕

riverdales-daily:

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