Sometimes I randomly start thinking about students in Sunnydale noticing Faith hanging around, I mean it doesn’t seem like a stretch to me, the High School doesn’t seem that big (possibly due to the high number of fatalities…) and Faith isn’t easy to miss. I always imagine some conversation like,
“Is she new here? She’s pretty much always around, but I don’t know anyone who has any classes with her.”
“No, I thought so too at first, but I think she’s just Buffy’s girlfriend.”
“Buffy? Oh, you mean that blonde who’s never around except when like freaky stuff is happening and spends all her time with that British guy, the librarian? I thought her name was Bunny. Wow, learning all kinds of new things today, I didn’t know she had a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, I heard they’re always going on moonlit walks and stuff, and Buffy came out or whatever at her party remember, her mom threw a fit about it, y’know, and Buffy was all ‘this is who I am,’ and then those guys attacked.”
“Man that was weird, do you think those dudes were like a gang? I heard she was in a gang.”
“Could be, maybe ms. leather pants is in it, that’s how they met, haha?”
so I reached 5,000 followers, which is insane?! since i started this blog i didn’t think i would get even get 1,000 followers, let alone 5,000. i really do enjoy being on this site because i’ve come across many friendly people and i appreciate seeing the creative content people bring on here! (:
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ONE HUNDRED WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ (x) 79. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
It had been nearly three days since Castiel had finally
turned back to Castiel. Three days of
sleepless nights, yelling and murmured accusations from Dean. Three days of
silence from Cas.
Even now, Castiel was as quiet as a mouse, sitting stock
still and staring down at his hands on his lap without any sign of movement. It
was maddening. And terrifying. And Dean had ran out of things to do. Apparently
screaming at the guy wouldn’t work, nor begging. All Dean could do now was
accept it for what it was, even if it was the most difficult thing to do.
Dean opened his mouth and shut it. He’d been sitting next to
Cas now for about ten minutes and he still didn’t have a clue what to say or
how to start it. Everything was a fucking mess. That was an understatement.
“I’ve been so pissed at you for not fucking talking to me,”
Dean mumbled, choosing to go straight to the point. “But it’s not about me, is
it? You’ve been through some shit. The only other person who could understand a
bit of what you’re going through is Sam and he’s telling me to leave you the
fuck alone until you’re ready. So I’m gonna listen to him. For once,” Dean
huffed, rubbing his hand tiredly over his face. He felt like he’d aged ten
years the past few weeks. He swore new wrinkled had formed.
Oh my god humans are disappointing. So apparently my new iv drug has been approved which is all fine and dandy whatever but NO ONE TOLD ME and there is zero communication happening with anyone. The insurance said I have to start getting it at home instead of going to the treatment place like usual. Okay fine, I can deal with that. But that means the pharmacy has to ship me the drug like the day before so I have it when the nurse gets here. Sounds doable right? Well no because the home care company didn’t tell anyone when they were planning to come out so the pharmacy had no warning to ship my drug. Not to mention they didn’t even call me to see when I was available. So basically they were planning on coming in like an hour and hoping for the best but I don’t have any medicine and now I’m stressed. Why is it so hard to just communicate?