today i learnt that if i ship a certain thing it means i have daddy issues and a victim complex or had traumatic things happen to me, despite the fact that whoever behind that assumption doesn’t know me at all or really anyone else who ships that certain thing
it’s okay though
in reality i just have an extreme fascination with twisted relationships, romantic or not, have the inappropriate hots for older men and inadequately deal with trauma by reflecting it in fictional characters (✿◠‿◠)
it’s okay if you don’t like that (✿◠‿◠)
just keep it out of the fucking tags (✿◠‿◠)
Breakfast for Dinner||Isamon
Simon smiled “We could always make the food” He said looking at her. He started walking with her. He looked all around the place”Or we could go to a Breakfast place and hope their still opened” He chuckled softly at what he last said. He looked at her with a girly smile on his lips. He flipped his bangs to the side and ran his hand through them. “Your choice” He said smiling wide to his friend standing next to him.
Breakfast for Dinner || Sawyer & Meredith || Mini Para
Sawyer leaned against the door frame, worn out from work but he wanted to spend time with Meredith. He didn’t really know what they were, what their relationship was, where they were at, but he did know he liked spending time with her. Knocking on the door he tried to look less tired. Holidays were always stressful for him, but this particular one was almost triply as stressful. After his date, if he could call it that, he wanted to visit Aly. It was like all his friends decided to have emotional suicidal moments in the span of one week. If it weren’t for the companionship of a certain bubbly blond Macy’s employee he might have opted to take a dive too. Smiling he waited for Meredith, were girls always this slow?
