what can i say is just.... the best

@euclase youve understandably closed your inbox but i just wanted to say youre one of my biggest inspirations, as someone who’s been entirely self taught until recently and am now attending a community college for art classes that gets looked down on, i used to be so hard on myself bc i didnt think i could possibly be a “”“real”“” artist if i didnt go to a fancy art school and own all the best supplies. seeing what you can do with only what you’ve learned yourself makes me feel like i can succeed too.
your art advice has helped me grow in my own work and even just looking at your pieces i feel like ive gained an understanding of light that i never had before. your dedication as well as your beautiful art inspires me to keep working, even when i want to give up and delete everything im working on bc i hate it so much, i keep going bc if you can do it so can i!
all in all i guess i just want to thank you for being here and doing your thing, youre one of the greatest artists ive ever found in life ❤️

anonymous asked:

obviously i love all of my girls but who do you think out of all the liars, including mona (janel), is the best actress?

Right of the bat, top three is: Troian, Sasha, and Janel. All three of them can NAIL intense, emotional, and dramatic scenes and move you as a viewer. I want to say those three are nearly on the same level from what we’ve seen.

• Janel made her performance in 7x19 her bitch. I honestly feel like she’s slept on when it comes to overall recognition.

• Troian has always been a top dog on this show, rightfully so. I will never forget Druggie!Spencer and how she played the hell out of that arc.

•Sasha is also so, so good when she has to deliver. My favorite aspect about her is how she’s in such control of her face that just the littlest thing she does evokes emotion. I love how in 7x19 when she watched Mary confessed to killing Jessica, Sasha’s face said more than words could ever speak. You can actually see the breaking in her heart just through her stare.

Anyone remember that Grey’s Anatomy episode 12x09, “The Sound of Silence”, where Meredith got injuried and she couldn’t speak throughout 98% of the entire hour so everything was focused strictly on her facials and body language all episode? 

Even if you’re not a Grey’s watcher, I highly recommend that episode because of its greatness from the silent acting to the cinematography. That damn performance (along with others) won Ellen Pompeo that People’s Choice award in 2016. I could DEFINITELY see Sasha doing something like that - just telling a story through her face, no words. Just because she’s so good at it!

This year for the Teen Choice awards for best drama tv actress the nominees are Lucy, Troian, Ashley, Sasha, Shay, and Bella Thorne. No shade or anything but I would have yanked Shay or Ashley out and put in Janel instead. She deserves so much more. But those 3 are my girls - can’t even pick between them

  • a lot of people, like neville, choose to return to hogwarts for their “eighth year”
  • a lot of them aren’t surprises - hermione, luna, draco…
  • but what is a surprise is when george weasley peeks his head into neville’s train carriage and asks if he can sit with them
  • and, unlike many of the people on the train, he grins and accepts a voucher for a free copy of the quibbler from luna and when he says “cool” she looks so happy she might burst
  • “i thought you left school,” neville says
  • “thought i’d come back,” george says, scratching his arm, “finish learning everything, so my products can be the best”
  • there’s something he’s not saying, but neville just nods
  • they share the jelly slugs they get from the trolley, and swap chocolate frog cards because neville has fabian prewett
  • “i didn’t even know he was on a card,” george says, raising an eyebrow
  • the room of requirement shows up to all the eighth years as another common room, for when they need the peace and quiet and time to themselves or time with those who have been through what they’ve been through
  • neville almost always finds george there, instead of in the common room, and he’s surprised, but he doesn’t say anything again, because he knows george is still reeling from being without fred
  • (the fact he’s even come back is a miracle)
  • but he can’t take that george is always sitting there looking miserable, so after class one day he heads over to george, feeling bold, and asks
  • “would you like to come and help me cultivate the dittany?”
  • fuck, he thinks suddenly, that’s so stupid, of course he isn’t going to want to do that, he probably thinks it’s boring-
  • but george smiles and nods, getting to his feet
  • he’s surprisingly good with the plants, and he even talks to them, just like neville
  • between the two of them, they take the dittany cuttings in far less time than neville would’ve taken alone
  • “thanks for inviting me out,” george says, leaning against the greenhouse door as neville pulls off his apron (can’t be too careful). “it’s been really hard, and you and luna and hermione have been great”
  • neville shrugs: “i just want to help”
  • “well, thank you for it”
  • neville’s not expecting it when george tentatively puts his arms up around neville’s back and leans in close, hugging him gingerly, like he’s scared of the contact
  • he’s a little nervous to do this, in case it’s wrong, but neville hugs back a little tighter and george melts into him for the briefest of moments
  • george starts to settle in a little, after; he stops sitting on the sofa on his own staring into space and helps luna out with making posters advertising for quidditch positions for ravenclaw
  • he even takes up the helm of quidditch commentator, and when neville cheers in the stands with hermione, it almost feels like nothing’s happened at all
  • he’s not going to forget the carrows and what they did to hogwarts, not easily, and george is never going to get over being alone in hogwarts, but it feels like - it feels like things aren’t completely awful, like there’s a light far far away at the end of the tunnel, but there, even if it’s difficult to reach
  • there’s a strange and utterly unpredictable mid-october heatwave, and he helps george and luna hand out ice creams to the younger students
  • george lights up when he’s busy, grinning at the first and second years and giving them a reassuring clap on the shoulder when he sends them off with their cute little ice cream cones
  • neville is struck by how sweet it is, that he’s doing his best for them, no matter how he feels on the inside
  • george is a people person, and always has been
  • “hey, nev, you want some?” he asks with a grin
  • “it’s for the younger students,” neville says stubbornly, but he can tell already that george isn’t giving up on this
  • “come onnnn,” he says, butting his shoulder against neville and giving him a playful look, and neville has to give up with a smile
  • “only if you’ll have some, too”
  • luna takes over, because the rush has died down, so neville and george sit out in one of the courtyards, basking in the peculiar heat (“the hell’s wrong with scottish weather?” george asks with a fake frown)
  • “how are you feeling?” neville asks, trying not to be awkward
  • “okay,” says george. “not feeling like i want to die, or anything, strangely enough”
  • “if you do, i’m here, and so is luna, and hermione, and everyone else…” he nudges george. “maybe even draco malfoy would be nice to you,” he says with half a wink, and george giggles
  • and they spend most of the afternoon out there, even once they’ve finished their ice creams (though george has to finish neville’s cone), just talking and laughing and reminiscing 
  • they start spending time as a group: neville, george, luna, and hermione, and dean and seamus sometimes join them, but they’re tight-knit because they’ve been through so much
  • they can relate to each other
  • but neville and george start to stick together; neville loves george’s quirks, and george appreciates that neville wants to help and spend time with him
  • george helps out around the greenhouse, and neville helps test the products… even if that means being turned into a canary again (he didn’t mind so much the first time, really)
  • they become inseparable
  • neville worries he’s a replacement for fred, but hermione assures him he can’t be, because he’s so different and not exactly a bundle of excitement and energy like fred; he’s quiet and careful, sits and waters his cacti instead of making big jokes
  • it’s an option in seventh year to help out in the first year classes - not that most people take it, because it’s a waste of the time they could be using revising for their dang n.e.w.t.s - but neville has a go, and george waits for him to walk to their next period class, grinning 
  • “next thing we know, you’re gonna be called professor longbottom,” he says
  • “you think?” neville scratches his chin, thoughtfully. “that’d be nice”
  • “you’d be great,” george assures him
  • it’s not a surprise that they get together - the only surprise is that it took them so long, but with feelings all tangled up like vines, maybe it’s understandable (but not to the younger gryffindors, anyway, who have been keeping a betting pool)
  • it’s in mid-december, and they’re sitting out in the rain in puffy jackets testing out george’s magical umbrella that creates more of a bubble than an umbrella, keeping the rain off completely, with no having to dump the umbrella in the bath later
  • neville has a flask he’s borrowed from dean, with hot chocolate and marshmallows and he’s about to share it with george when he suddenly realises how close they are and how much he wants everything for george
  • and wants everything about george
  • he just wants to be close to george, to hug him, to kiss him better
  • he leans in and touches his lips to george, a little uncertain just like their first hug, and george puts a hand round the back of his neck, pulling him closer
  • neville can feel the smile against him
  • they don’t say anything about it afterwards because there’s nothing they need to say to each other that they don’t know, so he takes a sip of hot chocolate
  • (and they kiss again because they’ve spent this long not kissing; they might as well start making use of their time)
  • “how are you feeling?” neville asks, just before they go back inside
  • “a lot like i don’t want to die,” george says, squeezing his hand, “’cause i think i’ve got something to live for”

anonymous asked:

Alex putting on Lexa's old prom dress (I forget did she wear a dress?) and Clarke starts crying because Alex reminds her so much of her hs sweetheart Lexa and the girl she fell in love with it's like a time travel blast from the past

Oml that’s so beautiful. I can see Alex going to change and Lexa just walks in, leaning against the wall. And she’s very casual when she gives Clarke a little smile and says “What’s up?” 

Clarke grins and tears form in the corner of her eyes, and Lexa does the little head tilt thing like a confused puppy and Clarke can’t stand it anymore. Lexa is exactly the same, her HS sweetheart, her best friend, her wife. She adores Lexa so, so much. She just reaches over and cups Lexa’s cheeks and kisses the daylights out of her and Lexa feels so insanely loved and appreciated in that moment (and every day, basically) 

anonymous asked:

This guy really likes me and he's never had a gf or been kissed or anything, but I don't really feel anything for him. There's no spark there for me. I've told him this but he still wants to give it a try and see if he can change my mind. He even suggested being fwb. And I just don't know what to do. Why can't boys just accept it when I say no?

I think it’s best to cut off the contact. He doesn’t respect your choice. He can’t force you to have feelings for him. That’s not how love works.

anonymous asked:

Every time I ask my T for help, encouragement or a few kind words she ducks it by replying "what could you say to yourself that would make you feel better?" I feel alone, dismissed and hurt. Just like with my abusers, I again have to survive alone and am never good enough to receive support nor empathy.

Hey there, I’ve had a similar experience. One of my previous therapists would always ask ‘what would you say to a friend in your situation?’ and I found it quite unhelpful. It might be an effective strategy for some individuals, but it didn’t work for me. Asking T if she can shift her approach will feel awkward, but it’s the best way to address the issue. You deserve the type of care that’s appropriate for you.

PS here are a few words of encouragement for ya:

-Little by little one travels far.

-Sunshine all the time makes a desert.

-Bad days build better days.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm new to sugaring, and I'm wondering what the best way to turn people down when you get a bad vibe or just don't click. Like do you just stop messaging or idk? Thx<3

You can say something simple like “While I appreciate your offer, unfortunately I don’t think this is what I’m looking for. I wish you the best of luck in finding someone”. That’s basically what I say!!

anonymous asked:

I think my lil bro (he's 8) is trans bc he covers his nipples a lot bc he is afraid that people see him like that and like he sometimes wears my mom's high heals and like the other day he told my mom that it'd be nice to be a girl and then my mom was like "really?" and he just said it was a joke and idk what to do, I mean, I'm trans too but like idk what to tell him or what to say to show support and I'm affraid that he's not trans and I mess up, what would you do?

Honestly, I think it’s best to let it be. Let him know you’re there for him and that he can talk to you, without specifically mentioning “transgender”. 

I’m sure you can relate: if you were questioning yourself/in the closet/etc and someone you know very well and look up to went “hey are you trans? bc you seem it to me”….it’d be SUPER nerve racking, and possibly make you wait longer.

-jessi

Victories

Lou attended a day camp mon- weds this week. She did very well, even with all of the unknowns. She just followed the counsellors back, was a little nervous day one, and following days was so chill about it. such a difference from
daycare last summer!! And the stories. She’s so excited to tell me what they did and does her best to describe it. “They have the same thing with holes as us!” Hmmmm tell me more…. The sprinkler. Oh language delay.

Reading is going well- I can’t say explosion but no fighting over reading to me at night. And every day the progress is evident.

I just got a raise ⊙______⊙ !¡¿¿¡¡!! I’ve been wanting one for a while now and I wasn’t sure if there was a proper way/time to ask.

I got an opportunity today to talk to my boss about it since he was by himself. I just said, “sooo, when’s the best time to ask for a raise??..” he smiled and said, “right now.” OKAY. I wasn’t expecting that. I had a somewhat plan put together of what the dialogue would be like, but now I’m just standing there like :0 and then he just gave it to me? I’m so relieved omg.

I hope everyone gets that raise they’ve been thinking about. DO NOT WAIT. The worst they could say is no. You can do it. I believe in you!

anonymous asked:

Harry’s had relation (friendship/dating/marriage idc) with (possibly/rumored) Kendall, Nadine, Tess and so on. But not even just women relationships, just how he hangs with. They can be very confident and expecting, damned if I say it but possibly prissy?? he hangs out with these high and mighty titled people and do rich people shit. He had an interview and was asked what kinda girls, he’d be into; the fucker said “i like superficial girls”, that little shit best have been joking… just saying….

Here’s what I know from what Harry has shown us:  He believes in women being strong forces in his life (witness Gemma and Anne). He believe in women being talented (witness Sarah as his drummer).  He believes in women’s rights (his Women Are Smarter t-shirt).  None of those add up to someone who likes superficial girls.  

I think one of Harry’s big challenges is that he’s introduced to famous women, and so that’s who he meets most often.  And when he meets or is introduced to non-famous women, he isn’t ever sure how much he can trust them. Being Harry Styles when it comes to dating must be extremely challenging.  BUT I do believe that the person he finally settles down with will have a HUGE heart.  He would settle for nothing less.  (Nor would Anne and Gemma!)

Tell Me Your Truth

anonymous asked:

I wanted to post this but with my anxiety I can't. Anyway I have to say, alot of people on Tumblr are fucking horrible role models and only offer harmful advice such as just embracing a mental disorder instead of getting actual medical help. What is your opinion

I agree. I’m all for positivity and embracing yourself despite your imperfections, but there’s a huge difference between loving yourself despite your flaws and loving yourself because of them. The main point of most positivity blogs on here seems to be “your illness is the best thing about you, never try to change it or find a way to cope with it so it affects your life as little as possible! uwu” So many people on tumblr like to pretend that being depressed/transgender/autistic/generally unhealthy is the gold standard and it’s really not helping anyone. Those things should be accepted and embraced to a certain extent, but never glorified.

headcanon:

whenever Chirrut meets someone who is a) not trying to kill him and b) some degree of sighted, he’ll ask them to describe Baze for him.

he’s heard every possible description a dozen times now, but he still reacts the same: rocking back and forth, ducking his head and grinning immensely, and trying to hide his smile behind one hand, while asking for more and more minor details about baze’s appearance and responding to each one like an excited teenager with a crush.

shit Kara has probably said

Winn, hold my Alkaarien beer

Who dares me to speed eat four pizzas? Who? Who? I’m gonna do it

See, the thing is, [goes off talking in kryptonian about science]

No, Alex.

What’s that word in English?

Why is English this way?

Why is spelling in English so hard?

Lena, when’s the last time you slept?

Can you two stop jumping off balconies?

(About food at alien bar) how do you know that’s not a human?

(Someone asking her about college) I have *incoherent mumbling* degrees (you have what?) Five

I’m not pining after Lena!

Lena’s my best friend and I love her!

What did you say about Luthors?

Don’t get mad, but… I adopted five dogs.

Listen, listen, I know 137 languages, okay? English is just a pain.

I got bored and built a computer.

No, Lena.

It’s not clay, it’s a chunk of iron.

Kara, yes

Buy my silence for 30 pizzas a day

It fucking hurts him to do this. It really does because they’re like family. Blood brothers or some shit term that they learned after watching a movie when they were nine and made them feel closer than anything.

So it hurts.

But Sana is his actual sister. His baby sister who has spent the past few nights walking around the house like a zombie without an ounce of the sass he’s come to adore. This is Sana and Sana comes above all.

Yousef: hey bro, can I come over and chill?

Elias lets out a breath of air, thumbs moving absently as he puts just a fraction of what he wants to say to his best friend in text form.

Elias: i dont think so. we can go out or whatever later, but you need to keep your distance from my place.

There are several long seconds of silence and Elias can almost picture Yousef’s face as he blinks at the screen. Usually texting a warning that he wanted to come over was courtesy. Usually they didn’t even do that and just showed up at each other’s place. So yeah, he can only imagine the look of confusion.

Yousef: the other boys were there earlier… has something happened? I won’t eat in front of you guys or anything if that is what you’re worried about. I actually haven’t eaten all day. Habit i guess.

Elias thins his lips. The door next to his own opens and Sana walks out and pads down the hallway, not even sparing him a glance through his opened door.

Elias: No. 

Yousef: Elias? what the fuck?

Elias remembers the ways in which the boys teased his earlier this afternoon- the way they chanted “jealous” and laughed, rightfully ignorant of the real reason he is struggling with wanting anything to do with Yousef right now. 

He types out, sana is the best person in the world and then deletes it, and then i hope noora is worth the tears on my sister’s face, and then deletes it again.

He sighs and scrapes a hand over his head when Sana pads back to her room in silence; a ghost in her own home.

Elias: just stay away from us right now.

• Lena asking Kara if she can ask her good friend Supergirl to come over to her office to teach her kryptonese.

• Kara why-am-I-jealous-of-myself Danvers agrees.

• Lena trying her best to inconspicuously ask phrases like “will you have dinner with me?” “Will you go out on a date with me?” “Does pasta sound nice?” “You look beautiful” “they should name the stars after you” and other romantic fluff and obviously failing

• Kara getting nervous that Lena might be flirting with Supergirl and wanting to go on a date with her, confirming her horror that Lena might be more attracted to what she can do rather than who she is

• Lena going to Kara’s apartment that night and stuttering while she tries her best to say those phrases right with flowers in her hand

• Kara just MELTING, not even caring about the paper work that comes with Lena knowing

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
Everything perfect with "Be More Chill (part 1)"

- I really like the squip’s voice??? a e s t h e t i c

- “You’ll look like a mastubator, fix your posture than the rest.”

“..but I am a mastubator.”

“We’ll fix that.”

- J : but-
S : buh
J : I-
S : buh
J : wha-
S : no
J : wai-
S : stop

- squip = asshole™

- “jesus christ.”

- “YOU W-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ILLLLLL BE MORE CHILL.”

- “How are you with math homework?”

“I’m a supercomputer Jeremy, I’m made of math.”

-“Now you, try picking out a shirt…that’s a girls shirt.”

- “Jerry???”

-Jeremy’s, “Looking pretty sexy, Brooke,”

-THE WAY CHLOE IMMEDIATELY STARTS TO SPEAK AFTER JEREMY COMPLIMENTED BROOKE I CAN’T- (I’m probably overreacting, but I just can’t imagine Chloe not getting jealous over this)

-the way the beat changes after the squip says, “Repeat after me,” is honestly the best thing.

-Jeremy repeating the Squip and going over board with it.

-Jeremy’s faint nervous chuckle after saying, “-and she had a shirt just like this!”

- how the squip and Jeremy sing “It’s still painfull,” is my new aesthetic.

- WILL CONNOLLY’S VOCALS ARE 💯💯👀👀👌👌👌

- “WHAT???”

- “she’s fre-e-e-e-ench.”

- Jermey’s voice break in his last line is the most beautiful thing I’ve heard in years.

- “because she was chEATING ON MEEEEEE.”

- “Hey Hamlet, be more chill.