ive decided to cut this scene from an upcoming oneshot, and ive posted so little content recently that youve earned it. go. fetch.
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Tommy gets up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing upright. He shudders at the feeling of the metal floors under his feet, but he walks out of the room anyway. He goes to check on his crew, as he always does when he cant sleep. Seeing his family safe calms that terrible noise in his head.
He checks on Ranboo first, his room being at the end of the hall, and he creaks the door open. Ranboo isn't sleeping, just sitting up in bed and staring out the window. He hears Tommy come in, he knows because Ranboo's rabbit-like ears had twitched in his direction.
"You should get some sleep," Tommy says quietly.
"Same to you," Ranboo says, gaze not leaving the passing stars. Tommy hums, swaying in place tiredly.
"Touche," He mutters, though he knows Ranboo wont know what that means.
"Why are you up?" Ranboo asks.
"My friend died four months ago today," Tommy says. Theres no point in mincing his words.
"That sucks," Ranboo says. Tommy laughs, Ranboo will be embarrassed by his halfhearted attempts at comfort in the morning, but apathy is easier to swallow than pity.
"Yeah, it does." Tommy agrees.
"What was he like?" Ranboo asks, turning to face him. Tommy sits on the floor.
"He was really kind," Tommy starts, a small smile on his face. "Even when things were awful he could calm anyone down. He just felt safe."
There is a long silence.
"I miss him," Tommy says, voice choked.
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I have a reoccurring fantasy where i have a husband (he even has a name oh and also he's fat) and I Livestream his murder on liveleak. (I act out this part, i have a huge pillow and i pretend it's his face. I "pop" his eyeballs by stabbing it with my mechanical pencil I use to do math and strangle & punch it etc. Sometimes i also do voice acting -im very good at it-)
I'm very rich and a redhead with two long braids and I'm beautiful so i go to court and cry i tell everyone how sad i am that my husband died, that I'm a grieving wife etc etc and everyone loves me they think I'm just like Mary the virgin so pretty and innocent and i become a famous icon i have fans and they wait for me at the courtyard asking for pictures. Oh and since I'm rich I'm wearing the Vivienne Westwood pearl necklace while all this happens obviously. Also one of those huge black sunglasses fashion designers wear.
But i think I'm becoming too involved with my fairly innocent fantasy ☹️ because when i go outside there are fat men there i try to avoid them but i can't stop staring at them like fucking Patrick Bateman when he sees Paul Allen's card.
I yelled at my neighbor out of nowhere last month and i didn't know why i did it i was having a relatively good day and now that I'm thinking about it he's kinda plump too?
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good night to people who still use XD, people who grew up with undiagnosed mental illnesses, lesbians, my chemical romance fans, people in that awkward middle period between millennials and gen z, my high school english teacher, people who had braces in middle school, weird little girls, furries, michiganders, people who play support classes, and dr sydnee mcelroy
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