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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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I HAD A BRAIN WAVE MOMENT

DO YOU REMEMBER WAYYYY BACK WHEN EVERYONE HATED ASOKA? DAVE DID THAT ON PURPOSE SO HE WAS IN CONTROL OF WHAT PEOPLE HATED ABOUT HER. OK NOW THIS MIGHT BE A LONGSHOT THAT HOPEFULLY DOESN’T END UP LIKE LONGSHOT THE CLONE, BUT, IM HOPING THATS WHATS DAVE IS DOING WITH TBB. BEING IN CONTROL OF WHAT THE FANDOM HATES ABOUT IT AND THEN IMPROVING IT SLOWLY BIT BY BIT.

PLEASE IM DESPERATE FOR A EXPLANATION!

(also where’s my explanation about why the clones are white washed, dave? hmm? where is it dave?)

OMG LOOK.

It wouldnt excuse the whitewashing or the weak scenario, because he got us used to some good stuff now (tcw s7, Mandalorian, that kind of things)

But it would make sense - to a certain extent - to work that season as a "cliché team in a cliché scenario" and see how people react to be able for a second season (if there's a second season) to improve it

Disclaimer: I'm a white, abled person so I'm not trying to speak on behalf of poc/disabled people, but I think it's important to support them and listen to the critics they make about SW and it's content

Also this is quite long I got carried away but worth it it is!

I linked some of @rebekadjarin 's post here because I read a bit through her blog today and agreed with her posts; and I invite you to check out the "#whitewhashed tbb" if you want more extanded and developed information about that matter! (As my knowledge on the matter is still quite limited/ incomplete due to my privileges, and this post is more of a summary than a real analysis)

So here, we know that the fans are unhappy about:

- the whitewashing of the Bad Batch (especially since they proved they could animate dark skinned people/ more generally poc with the first seasons of tcw, Kanan in Rebels and the Separatist in the latest TBB episode)

It is a real problem and it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Even if they are different, the Batchers are still clones and it's really not that hard to show their enhancement while keeping Temuera's features and skin colour (I mean, look at all the artists who did and do it everyday on this app; no excuse here)

Star Wars has wasted a lot of potential on numerous occasions because they keep doing stuff like this; and it's quite ironic (and very sad) to see that racism, ableism and stereotypes are prevalent in a universe where people fight for equality and peace...

Here and here are two posts about it (if you're the author of these posts and want me to delete them from my post please tell me so; I took the liberty of adding them because I think they highlight quite well the issue and do a clear job at showing the whitewashing in SW/ around the clones)

- the way Crosshair is treated; both by the Batchers and the writers, he's manipulated by the chip yet no one is talking about rescuing him and we see nothing about the effect of his absence on the Batchers (they don't mention him, don't try to save him, and Hunter is more distraught by Omega's absence than by his own brother's)

And don't get me wrong, Omega is a kid and she's nice, of course they have to take care of her and protect her

But they also don't know her purpose; why is she here? She could be a bad omen (maybe she doesn't even know it! The Kaminoans probably didn't tell anyone about her real purpose and I stand by the idea that the infos they got about her are all wrong and purposefully misleading) and I have the dark feeling that she will be the end/ death of the Batchers by the end of the serie, even if she didn't wanted it that way

But Crosshair is never mentionned, except for when he's needed in the scenario. Which is a shame, because he's a Batcher too even if he's mind-controlled and (for now) working for the Empire. He's supposed to be a main character, and he's a key element to the plot; yet out of 10 episodes we saw him in only 3, and only the moments where he was acting bad (i'm excluding the lonely moment at the end of ep2 because it had a lot of potential about him fighting the chip but that was all we had and i'm still bitter about it lol)

Here is a post about it

- speaking of plot; I feel like it's always the same disk playing since episode 2-3: They have a mission given by Cid, they do it, things go wrong, Omega saves the day and they get the money.

Crosshair is doing bad guy stuff so no need to tall about him (haha right?)

Now. I'm a good public. I know when to activate the Dummie™ in me and enjoy a show about a found family doing crazy jobs for a criminal and raising a newly adopted daughter at the same time. It's fun, it's sweet, sometimes it get emotional and the animation is beautiful (the lights are amazing I am always in awe)

I can enjoy it and be in awe and see Echo sniffing food and Tech smiles and Wrecker playing with Omega and feel happy about it.

But I also expected more. I hadn't any clear idea because I didn't wanted to set expectations (how ironic) but I can't help but feel sad about the wasted potential around Empire! Crosshair and the rise of said Empire.

If you want to antagonize one of the main character, do it, but do it fully and do it well. Show us Crosshair getting really invested in a plan to catch the Batchers and suddenly making a scene for a tiny detail that could blow it up; show us Crosshair and Hunter fighting each other hand to hand after they disarmed each other, and Crosshair getting the upoer hand until something holds him back; just enough for Hunter to take control again

Show us a complex character who suffers but doesn't fully realise it, and show us brothers mourning yet hoping to get the family back again you know?

- the way Echo is treated by the Batchers. And as much as it saddens me, they do him dirty in the show.

Echo is a war veteran, an ex- prisoner and a disabled character. He went through a lot; first he lost the Domino squad, then he lost brothers on Kamino (including 99 who was close to his squad), then the Citadel happened and he lost both his legs, an arm, his freedom, his brothers and probably any hope to be saved.

Then they found him in that freezer, and he probably realised that, if Fives wasn't here to save him, it meant he lost him too.

Then he left Rex to go with a team of 4 because he probably didn't feel like he belonged with "regs" anymore; he chose strangers over brothers because he thought he couldn't find his place there. Which in itself is sad and problematic.

And now he's with the Batchers, and they don't seem to grasp the importance of his trauma. I mean; they always had the 4 of them and never lost a brother (apart from Cross; which is another wasted potential here because they could have exploited that trauma and made a parallel with Echo being so used to losing brothers and them experiencing it for the first time on such a personal level you know) and they do some crappy stuff to him.

Selling him as a droid? Not cool.

Brushing off his trauma for a mission and some credits? Not. Cool.

And Echo can't say anything because he chose them, and now he has nowhere to go anyway because Order 66 happened; and he probably doesn't want to be a burden to Rex, and he probably doesn't want to abandon his brothers especially now that Cross is gone and they have a child to take care of

But yeah there are a lot of things happening - or NOT happening - around Echo and his trauma and his disability that are wrong and people are right to talk about it

Here is a post I read and I agree with it

- Overall, the way the show and the characters are handled; they often feel very stereotyped/ cliché and the basic plot doesn't really help for character development or improvement

I read a post about it and it was really interesting; they linked the whitewashing of the characters with their abilities/enhencement

Tech and Crosshair are the smartest and the whitest in the group (which is bad)

Wrecker is portrayed as the Bid Dummie™ and he's the one with the "darker" skin and the features closest to Temuera/ Maōri features (also very bad)

Hunter is straight up a Rambo with a face tattoo, and Echo - and you guys know I love him - is whiter than a sheet of paper (all so bad)

Not only this, but there is no improvement in their personality or thinking

They don't seem to evolve, and just like their mission, they end up playing the same song over and over again

Hunter is the broody soldier and though people enjoy talking to him as a Dad (count me in) but he's not a good dad for Omega (he calls her soldier and is always acting awkward and uncomfortable around her)

Wrecker could be a better dad for her; but again they display him as a big dummie and give the impression he couldn't take well care of her

Tech is here to be the smart one, we only see him when they need someone to do the smart speaking and the complicated computer things

Echo is the grumpy reg, the "more droid than man" and sometimes the Mom™ but they never show him talking about the Empire or the trauma or how the I am not Freaking Out™ I did came back for this Shit™ he's just here to... Be here and be grumpy and bring the oldest clone wars fans to watch TBB

And Crosshair is almost non-existent.

Here is another post about it

What could it be then?

So either Dave is pulling a Ahsoka on us; but he'll still have a lot of things to correct and explanations to give because I can excuse a bad plot but I draw the line at blatant racism ans ableism (especially when they KNOW the fans and they KNOW what people want and they KNOW it would probably bring more people to enjoy and get invested in the show)

- If he's doing this, he will probably work with the animator to correct the whitewashing (because it really is the only really wrong thing in the animation, the rest of it is quite good to be honest like the light, framing and all)

- Understand that Tbb and Mandalorian are two different shows and cannot be treated the sale way; so he'll get back to the main plot and hopefully work on Crosshair's arc and hos his absence/ him being controlled by the chip affects him/ the Batchers/ their relation

- He'll probably work more on displaying the effect of their trauma; collective and personal, and see how it reflects on their relations (and give Echo the healing he deserves)

- By extension, give the characters more depth and complexity, dig their stereotypical surface and reveal their true nature (show me a ruthless yet easily overwhelmed Hunter; a smart but constantly anxious Tech, a very emotional Wrecker playing the big explosive dummie to protect himself, etc.)

Well, that's what I would do

Or he's just... Doing this and not planning any changes; in which case I'll probably do what I did with SPN s15: stop watching, scroll through tumblr to get some infos and gifs and tell everyone about how dirty they did the characters, and they did us.

But I really hope he's hearing us and taking our remarks into account; the show in itself had a lot of potential and I'm still hanging on the thin hope that the ending could "save it"; but I also have no expectations and am in fact waiting for a disappointing ending

On a brighter note, I'm glad the fandom exists because I see artists and writers and gif-makers and theorists and all kind of people creating and sharing their own content, headcanons, art, writing and they all feel right and better than the canon

Like yes, give me a in-character dark skinned clone who deals with his trauma and the sudden changes around him in a realistic way

Tell me about the real effects of the war on soldiers, and the truth behind the corrupted government taking over the galaxy, and the efforts everyone has to make to survive, exist and live together

If Dave and his team cannot do it, I know you guys can and that's why I'm glad to be here too; you give me hope when they fail to do so 💙

I hope I like... Answered this correctly? 😂 I got carried away but yeah, though I'm usually not vocal about it and try to enjoy it with my Dummie Energy™ I still see and read about what you all think, and usually I agree with you; the show deserved better and we deserved better

Now back to ignoring the canon and writing a fic about my very much alive and beloved Fives 🥰

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #mesa shitposts #mesa answers #namesmox 💗#thank you for your ask!#it's a long rent #but I'm glad I did it #if you feel like I said something incorrect please do tell me #I am still learning #and I want to educate myself about these matters because it's important #echo #crosshair #tech #hunter #wrecker #omega #personal opinion

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Flowers on my doorstep - Chapter 3

Trigger warning for Abuse and PTSD. Please be careful babies, nothing is worth risking you health, not even a fanfic

I felt slightly better and not as drained once I had woken up, so I decided to go and explore the common room seeing as I didn’t have any classes for the rest of the day and hadn’t gotten a chance to do so before. The common room was also located on the floor below me a couple of doors down from the one I had left the flowers at. I debated knocking their first but decided against it because I didn’t want them to think I was weird or being to clingy. My mom told me people didn’t like that and I should give them time, but I didn’t mind because people scared me, but Walz was sad and therefore she didn’t look like she could hurt me, so I wasn’t scared, because Lucy was never sad just angry and that scared me, especially now because I couldn’t understand it. Maybe she was a nice person…I don’t know. It still confused me because she promised she loved me, but my mom said love doesn’t hurt. So I was confused. I’m always confused,

Walz’s friend however still intimidated me because she was so loud and asked to many questions and used big words I didn’t understand. I not like I didn’t know them, I did. I just couldn’t remember them. Its like I know I knew the words people would say to me, but I didn’t understand them. Though, I could always feel them nibbling away at the side of my brain just out of reach and the more I concentrated the hard it became and the tireder I got.

To be honest I was sick of being tired, mainly because no one understood how draining it was or how doing simple activities like shopping could leave me drained for weeks, because no one understood how hard it is for my brain to deal with everything and all the information thrown at it from lights, to sounds, to words and background noise. All of it was amplified in my head, making it impossible to do or focus on anything except the extreme fatigue plaguing my body.

The common room had a few people in it sat on desk at the computers or on the sofas watching the big TV that was mounted to the wall in the middle of the room. So there was no escaping it. The sound was played through large speakers on the sides, making my head hurt a bit, but it was nothing unbearable as long as I put my ear phones in, so I dug around in my pocket to pull them out to filter out the noise as I looked around the room, invisible to the other students, until some guy tapped me on the shoulder, making me shudder away involuntarily. That really annoyed me and I wished I’d stop doing it.

“Hey gorgeous. Come here often?” He asked, yanking out my earphones and leaning over me obnoxiously, talking in a funny accent from- I couldn’t remember. But it was a fancy sounding accent and a bit strange at the same time.

“I- um…no, I just moved here.” I explained leaning away from him as he tried to pin me to the wall. That was not nice.

“Oh yeah? Well where are you from? Somewhere as hot as you?” The brown haired boy smirked. He had a pretty face, but he was too close and I didn’t like it, his face was starting to blur and hurt my eyes.

“Um- can you step back a bit please?” I tried to ask nicely, because he seemed nice and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him mad.

“Yeah sure, sorry.” He said and stepped back, dropping his arm from the wall he leant against and I felt better because now my brain could focus on him better. He had brown hair and brown eyes to match and his skin was a nice olive colour. “But you didn’t answer my question, where are you from pretty?” He asked again. I think he was complementing me, which was weird because I usually don’t get compliments or nice words said at me. Lucy always called me bad words like stupid, a whore and said that I was pathetic. I wish my brain would have forgotten those words instead, but it didn’t. They just circled around my head all the time, which was also very tiring. Thinking was tiring.

“New York.” I told the boy, remembering how much I already missed my city.

“Oh, that’s super hot. Maybe we can go up to your room and you could tell me more about it?” He asked nicely, so I saw no reason not to.

“Hey Brad?!” The blonde girl from earlier appeared behind him.

“Yeah?” He asked barely turning around to look at who it was.

“Fuck off.” She said rolling her eyes and stepping forward between us, blocking the boy from my line of sight.

“Alright Hansen clam down, I was just being friendly.” The brown haired boy spoke.

“Yeah we’ll go be friendly somewhere else.” She hissed and the boy through his hands up in the air and walked away backwards in surrender. “You okay?” She turned to me.

“I’m okay.” I nodded my head in confirmation.

“Great. What are you doing at the moment?” She asked being friendly once again. I was starting to think she actually liked me and we got off on the wrong foot, but then again I needed to be careful around people like my mom said.

“Nothing.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Good, wanna come hang out in my room? I can introduce you to some more of our friends?” The blonde girl offered.

“Okay.” I nodded excitedly at the prospect of having friends because My girlfriend - no ex-girlfriend, I internally corrected myself - never let me have friends, because she didn’t like them and said they were bad people or that they were trying to steal me and if I hung out with them that meant I didn’t love her, but I did. I think apart of me still does.

On second thought, maybe I should stay in the common room with myself, because I don’t want anything bad to happen to them and it always did when I was around other people. Hell, I couldn’t even stop myself from getting hurt.

“Actually, maybe I’ll stay here.” I said quietly, fidgeting with the hem of my burgundy knitted sweater.

“Nu uh,” she shook her head, “Their not as scary as you may think.” She said grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me. I didn’t like that. All I could feel was the tightening and tightening of the hand around my wrist and then everything started to blur. I was no longer in the common room. I was back in New York, with her at the apartment.

“No Lucy leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled, trying to leave the claustrophobic apartment, but her tight grasp latched onto my hand.

“Lauren what are you doing?! Don’t be a fucking moron.” She said gripping even tighter so that now her nails were digging into my wrist.

“Lucy, let me go. I don’t want to stay here no more.” I whispered helplessly, feeling the tears prickling my eyes.

“Oh! Are you really crying right now?” She reached up and slapped me across the cheek, causing pain to seer through me and the tears I was so desperately trying to hold back fall. “Don’t fucking cry, alright?” She tried in a softer tone, but it was still unhinged. “If anything I should be the one crying. I love you Lauren, so much and you’re just leaving me alone, all by myself. You’re supposed to love me and you’re treating me like I’m nothing.” Lucy said, sounding heartbroken and causing guilt to course through me at an incredible rate. Was I really this heartless? Probably, but I couldn’t stand it anymore, staying here was draining me of everything I am- of everything I once was.

“I’m sorry Luce, I’ve got to go.” I said pulling my hand from her grip, which hurt immensely, but I kept going and grabbed my back before I reached the door.

“No Lauren.” She spat yanking me back by my hair. “YOU don’t get to do this to ME!”

“Ow Lucy please? let go?” I begged reaching up to loosen her hold on my hair as I stumbled backwards.

“No. listen to me Lauren! If you leave I won’t take you back. And you’ll be all alone, because no one loves you.” She explained so it sounded rational as she let up her hold on my hair, opting to caress my face gently instead. “I love you lauren. Okay? I love you.” She started pecking kisses all over the sides of my face as I cried silently. “Don’t cry baby. Just come back to bed with me and everything will be okay.” She smiled looking into my eyes and resting her head against my forehead. “I love you.” She spoke playfully as if everything was just a game. Their was warmth back in her eyes S she looked at me and I slowly took in everything she was saying. Maybe she was the only one who loved me. After all, my friends all hated me now and I barely ever spoke to my family so I had no idea where I was really going to go.

“Okay. I’ll stay.” I whispered looking down and dropping my bag to the floor as she lead me back to our bedroom. Our suffocating bedroom.

I was suffocating, I couldn’t breathe again. Everything was a blur, but slowly things came back into focus and I was aware of my surroundings.

“Hey? you okay there?” The girl from earlier asked searching my eyes worriedly. She had removed her hand from wrist and was no facing me as we stood outside her door.

“Um- yeah.” I choked out trying to even out my breathing and stop from crying but I couldn’t. I couldn’t control my emotions and now tears were falling heavily down my face in front of this stranger I barely knew.

“Omg…stay here!” The other girl freaked out, rushing into her room in a panic as I tried to control myself. But I fucking couldn’t! Why was I so broken? I hated this. I hated myself.

“Hi sweetie, is everything okay?” A short girl appeared in front of me as I sank against the wall in the very same place I found the other girl the other night. “Oh no honey. Don’t stay there. Let’s get you inside?” She yelled her palms out to help me stand up as I sniffles my tears back and was leaded into the room and sat on the edge of someone’s bed.

“Lauren?” A familiar raspy voice spoke up from my left. “What happened? Is she okay?” The pretty girl questioned, turning to the taller blonde who shrugged confused.

“I’m sorry.” I apologised wiping at my tears.

“That’s okay sweetie.” The shorter girl smiled sympathetically placing a hand on my shoulder, but I stupidly flinched away. “Sorry.” She apologised, opting to sit next to me instead as I slowly but surely regained control and pushed out the horrible memories.

“Lauren are you alright?” The brunette asked and I nodded my head as my lower lip quivered uncontrollably from crying. “What did you do?” She hissed to the other girl standing next to her with a petrified expression on her face.

“I didn’t do anything, we were going to hang out but then she froze up and like blanked out before bursting into tears. I swear I didn’t do anything!” She threw her hands up in the air.

“She’s right. It was me. I’m sorry.” I apologised again, feeling guilty and worried about getting the taller girl into trouble.

“See!” She exclaimed.

“Alright well, are you okay now? What happened?” The sweet girl asked with no sense of judgement in her voice, making me feel compelled to tell her.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just have a- um…nevermind.” I decided against it.

“You have a what?!” The blonde asked brashly, pushing me to further me sentence.

“Dinah, don’t push her! You can see she’s already upset.” Walz defended me, revealing the other girls name.

“No, it’s okay…” I shrugged bulking up the courage to tell them. I didn’t really plan on telling anyone, because I didn’t want them to took at me differently, but my parents had agreed that I should tell someone for reasons such as moral support. Maybe I should tell them seeing as they look like they could be my new friends and I really wanted friends. This whole situation was making me conflicted so I ended up pacing the room in frustration as I thought hard.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to say.” The kind short girl with the doe eyes spoke gently.

“Okay.” I nodded in agreement sitting back down then standing up again. “Do you want me to go now?’ I asked, scared of doing the wrong thing as things still kept opting up in my mind.

"No, stay.” Walz said, “We were just about to watch a Disney movie anyway.” She explained and I groaned internally because they were the worst. They had so many bright colours and it hurt my eyes, but I didn’t want to make things any worse so I just nodded.

“Thank you.” I gave a small smile, because it was all I could muster at the moment.

“No worries. I’m Camila by the way, I forgot to give you my name,” she laughed heavenly, “and this is Dinah and Ally.” She gestured to each of the girls who smiled, before making their way over to different areas of the room. The one know as Ally went to the built in kitchen area and put something in the…microwave? I think that’s what it’s called. Whilst the tallest girl went over to the TV and pushed the disc inside of it.

“I thought your name was Walz?” I questioned confusedly.

“Noooo!! Aha!” That Dinah girl cackled. “That’s just what I call her.”

“Oh right…sorry.” I told her.

“Not worry about it. You can get comfortable you know?" She said gesturing to the bed I was sitting on, so I shuffled back until I was rested up against the headboard.

"Yeah, unless you mess up her things.” Dinah laughed at a joke I seemed to have missed, but I quickly leaned over and yanked off my shoes and placing them by the door on the Mat, not wanting to dirty Camila’s bed even though they were brand new and clean.

“Dinah don’t tease her.” Ally reprimanded pouring what looked like popcorn into a large red bowl, while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room not sure what to do, because I didn’t want to mess anything up or make them angry with me.

“OCD is more than cleaning stuff, Dinah Jane. Lauren, it’s okay you can sit down. I promise.” She added when I didn’t move, scared in case she was tricking me like Lucy used to.

“Thank you.” I said , moving to sit down in the same place I had got up from.

“Here have some popcorn.” Ally said handing me the large bowl of fresh smelling popcorn, before moving to turn off the lights letting the television illuminate the room from the end of the room where Dinah was.

“It’s okay if I sit next to you, right?” Camila asked nervously, making me smile because it was sweet how she could be nervous AND pretty. So far she has proved my theory right. She was always something AND PRETTY, no matter what.

“Of course.” I said shuffling over to make room for the pretty girl next to me as Ally sat on the other bed to my right.

We sat for the next hour and a half watching tangled and Camila laughed her head off at it, whilst I tried to look anywhere but the screen and filter put the loud noise. The actual dialogue was fine, but it was the musical numbers that hurt my head. There was just too much going on on-screen especially during the “I’ve got a dream” sequence that one was awful to watch so I ducked my head down and focus on the threading pattern of the blanket layer upon our laps.

“You okay?” The pretty girl to my left whispered quietly so only we’d hear.

“Uh hu.” I nodded, looking back up at the TV to appear normal and not weird until the movie finished.

“Are you sure? You still look sad.” She looked up at me empathetically. “Do you want a hug? Well that if you’re not against hugging strangers.” She chuckled awkwardly, slowly backtracking incase she made a mistake offering, but she didn’t, because I kind of missed human contact seeing as my best friend Normani wasn’t here to give me hugs anymore. So i nodded shyly and the girl opened up one of her arms and I leant in warily, but it made my skin crawl so i quickly pulled away frightened, but I didn’t let her know that so instead I smiled graciously and distracted her with the first thing that came to mind, because I didn’t want her to get angry at me for pulling away.

“Did you like your flowers?” I asked.

“I love them. You really know how to win a girl’s heart.” She joked with sincerity.

“Thats good.” I hummed thinking to myself. Had I ‘won’ Lucy’s heart and thats why she got mad at me so easily? Was I not looking after it properly? maybe I wasn’t enough and thats why she always hurt me. after all I was always doing something wrong.

“I loved the note too.” She glanced over to me looking away from the screen Dinah and Ally were glued to. “it really cheered me up and was most definitely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…and you’re right by the way.” She said.

“About what?” I questioned her ambiguity.

“Boys are jerks.” She laughed wiggling her eyebrows comedically, then throwing her head back and squinting her eyes as beautiful laughter escaped her mouth, but instead of letting the joy float through the room like leaves in a breeze, she held up a hand to cover her smile and I wondered who ever made her feel insecure enough to hide such happiness and purity.

I didn’t understand this world or the people in it and they probably will never understand me.

“Whats up?” Camila asked staring at me intensely with those brown eyes, perhaps sensing the shift in the mood.

“Nothing. You should watch the movie before you miss it all.” I suggested carefully, dismissing her question through fear of rejection. “It’s not like you’d understand anyway.” I mumbled to myself, but the close distant meant she had heard me.

“You can’t ask to be understood, if you don’t give people a chance to understand.” she spoke wisely looking at me with her deep, mysterious eyes that gave nothing away.

She had a very valid point. So as my breath hitched and I looked into her brown eyes, I drew up every little ounce of courage in me to say the next few words I hadn’t spoken to anyone, since I had left the hospital.

“I have a traumatic brain injury.” I spat the technical jargon I had heard so many times out before I had chance to swallow the words again and I swear I felt my heart stop. What if she thought I was stupid? or weird? or laughed at me? I don’t think I could take it if she laughed at me.

But she didn’t, instead she spoke the words I expected to be least likely to come out of her mouth.

“I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.” She shrugged indifferently, “The things that make us different are the things that make us stronger, Lauren. Remember that okay?”

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’m bad at filler chapters so re-wrote this a dozen times. I’m not even kidding…so if this is bad it’s because I gave up

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