i wasn't in love with him. i know everyone thought i was. but i wasn't. i loved him, of course. it was impossible not to love felix. and that was part of the problem. everyone loved him. everyone wanted to be around him. it exhausted him. people just wouldn't leave him alone. especially the girls, christ, the girls! it was embarrassing, really, how everyone fawned over him. i think honestly that was why he liked me so much. i protected him. i was honest with him. i understood him. i loved him. i loved him. i loved him, but was i in love with him?
im swear to god this fucking psych appt better net me anxiety pills prescriptions for the next 15 years cause its too damn expensive to go get a prescription just to refill them
and whatever antidepressants they wanna give me
baby numb me up im done being conscious for the next 2 months just fuck me up till june. dissociate beam please 🙏🙏🤲 i promise i will forget to take them anyway
better yet give me fking medical leave or i WILL yeet myself to the nearest solution to get admitted to the psych ward thank youuuuuuuuu
the different way of thinking/seeing stuff between who watched it while it was airing and who bingewatched it years later is so real
it's been ages since i first saw it (and i've also rewatched it "recently") and even tho now i can understand some characters better now that i'm older, my takes are still the same (kinda)
(and are also seen as weird/not understood with the new watchers)
*this is about violetta specifically
Yeah, I also have basically the same opinions I had as a kid as I had now. Like, the only thing I changed was that I dislike Matias more now than what I did as a kid, but otherwise I like the same characters.
I never liked Germangie nor Tomas as a kid, and I was so happy seeing new fans watching it and disliking both and I was like YES!! YOU GET IT!!
“ Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot. ”
He chose a poor moment to distract her. Scissors in left hand, trimming dead parts off of flowers. Hel paused and pointed the scissors in his direction as she scathingly replied, "Being asininely stupid is why you're a complete fucking idiot. You? Smart? Where?"
"There you are!" Spying the head of fine white hair, Griss calls over three other students milling around the refreshments, then pushes past them, eliciting a couple of startled grunts but little else. One glimpse of the metal that studs his rough-hewn jacket is enough to discourage them from making an issue out his etiquette, and Griss hardly notices them anyway, eyes fixed instead on the fell dragon that had accepted his loyalty in a world absent of both of his gods.
"You're harder to find than I thought in a place like this. Almost had me think you'd escaped the spell." He glances toward the table and its rows of decadent cakes, pies, and other pastries, and makes a face. He'd had enough hapless stumbling across sweets tonight to last him a lifetime. Rafal's plate tells another story though and Griss raises a brow as two pieces suddenly click together. If he'd been hovering around this table the whole time, then of course Griss wouldn't have seen him right away.
"Can't imagine the kid with enough guts to make a fell dragon serve their sweet tooth like this. Unless--" He makes eye contact with Rafal and the truth drops over him like a cold bucket of water. You have a sweet tooth.
[ // was actually going to be a prompt from the list but wound up being setup instead hahaha ]
He'd come to know the sound of that voice even with the few meetings that spanned their acquaintance in number. The Hound's approach was noted with a nod as he drew near, with a name made interchangeable with greeting, acknowledgement, and even some growing degree of welcome.
"Griss."
The other man's belated arrival meant that the passion of Rafal's foraging from moments prior was little suggested by his presently cool tone. A lightning fast scamper, knocking into elbows and fellow patrons in his timely gamble to seize the most choice desserts. Though, the two made for a humorous contrast to those aware of his. . .preferences. A porcelain plate packed with explosions of sweetness from rim to rim, center to edge, told that story quite handily, but to Rafal it was no guilty secret which words evaded.
Red meeting with red, he finished for the thought with a prideful smile. "You may state the obvious, or I shall do it plainly for you; I am fond of confections. Their comforts reign supreme for they are among the few things in this world that make life worth living."
Those who adjudged him dramatic for his claim would hold a false opinion. Rafal bespoke only his truth, and he dared to call it even a cardinal truth of this world! No flavor and no food was greater than that which was sweet, the highest call of luxury that lulled the taste-buds to heavenly bliss. Should this fell dragon abstain from sleep and drink in his journey of redemption he would never extend that lunacy to his cherished desserts. He would sooner perish.
"Now make yourself useful, Hound. If you are my faithful servant, then let this be my first order of command—" Little contested, there were at least some dramatics involved in the jab of his finger, bringing attention anew to the table behind Griss.
"Absolve me of judgment. Retrieve for me a second plate."