It was the way it should have ended. And before you get started again, there are more important matters than debating who I should have found happiness with.
Okay but seriously, can you make up your mind? Because this whole wavering thing and wondering how the hell a Succubus can work in non-sex games thing is getting old. Though you know, totally down for the whole sex game thing. Maybe you want to entertain that idea again?
And considering the emotional gambit I've been through of late? I'd really like you to stop jerking my freaking chain around. I'm really tired of that shit.
Okay, so if it were me and I had to choose between a psychotic robot assassin spy with a virus in her head and ... well, me, I'd totally choose-- ... Not gonna lie, I'd choose the robot. Bad example. Okay, but if it were between me and Jet Star, I would OBVIOUSLY CHOOSE... Jet... Star. The dude has an a EYEPATCH that's not a fair question.
Hey, it's cool. They're good peeps! Kind of. One of them is good... Look, I'm cool just hanging back with Galen and everybody in memeland and junk. I'm kind of done with the drama after the finale shiz. I just wanna rest-- if you say in peace, I will break out of here to smack you. Not kidding. As long as you don't pick Vardan over me, all is cool in headspace central. But you got time! Think it over some more, dude. Don't go all stresszilla crazy like last time. Take a chill pill and mellow the heck out. LATER!
No, hey, wait a sec! We need another game like Cher needs another plastic surgery, okay? We don't have TIME! Don't give me the pouty-sad look, hear me out. What you need to do is just expand your circle! There's so much going on now that trying to make AC is just gonna stress you the hell out. Plus you go outside now, which is ... kind of a miracle. Way to go, nerd.
Don't worry about me. I'm fine with the threads we get. The people you tag all the time aren't gonna get sick of your face! Or ... my face for that matter. But you gotta get the balls to tag new peeps every now and then! Go tag someone in a meme! I'm game! Not-- you know what I mean. Not a game, just-- shut up. Do it. Stop moping and start doing something about it. I got your back!
Ha, bit of an earworm, innit, love? Sticks in and digs, like someone I know. No use blaming me, though; you and your bloody puns brought this on yourself, so enjoy your Marvin Gaye purgatory. Me, I'll be getting to know this lovely head of yours. You've left me in the cold long enough, I deserve a good run of the place.
Just between us girls, though: could do without the judging from your friendly neighbour-head peanut gallery. So what, I'm not a cheeky little wisp or a crooning dream-eater; all the better for me, really. If you plan to run with me, darling, you'll have to learn how to get dirty. In more ways than one. And I suspect they won't like it, not one itty -- bitty -- bit.
Can we just pretend none of this ever happened? I mean, I am totally okay with the panty-stealing powers, but the rest of it? I mean do they even know me anymore? The only relevant stuff is stuff that you called years ago, and everything else is just-- STILL no last name. Lauren has like... two names, and I don't even have a complete one. Which, okay, not like I'll ever use it, but come on!
And the stuff with Hale, just...
That is not me, okay? That entire thing goes against everything I've been saying the last three years. Plus, it was just really mean. Unnecessary as all hell. He didn't deserve that. And this promo? Everything is bullshit. Can we just ignore an entire season? Can we do that? Let's just forget the whole thing. This is like... Heroes level bullshit without the excuse of a writer's strike.
Are you surprised that I go to a lot of garage sales? That's probably where about half of my inventory comes from. The Morrigan was right; it's amazing what humans will sell on the cheap when they don't know any better. Y'know, actually, I once found a notebook that belonged to Robbie Burns at a flea market in Ingonish. I could've sold it, but, ah -- I had to keep that one for myself.
... I'm not touching the other things you discussed. Nice try, though.
Ain't no party like a dark fae party 'cause a dark fae party HAS A BODY COUNT!? I can't even say that I'm sick of their shit because I'm just getting sick of fae shit in general.
Also, don't think I don't see what's happening. You're benching me for the ray-gun-toting desert folk and the twitchy OC! I see how it is. Actually, it's cool. I could use a break. Being a badass dance mom is kind of a full-time job. We really have to work on her moves.
Did you freakin' SEE me? I was all badass and sexy and totally awesome! I mean... obvi I'm those things all the time, but that entire episode I was all those things amped up to eleven! Holy crap. I was the star! I wasn't just the sidekick, I freakin' kicked ass, no sides necessary. Could have done without monsieur badtouch, but I can SO handle that. Seriously, the only downside was--
... I miss her so damn much.
Okay, enough with the tear-jerking, heart-stabbing theatrics. Can we get back to hanging out with all my dorks? Get on that!
Heh, uh, wow, where do I even start? I was wrong, before: now sounds like a good time to take that vacation. Maybe I'll visit Prague, I hear it's not so bad this time of year. ( This, though... ( spoilers? ) )
Ah -- that's about it. Here's to a new era, I suppose. I'm looking forward to seeing how this goes in the next few weeks. And not just for my sake, of course, but all that isn't really any of my business.
Okay, okay, we're getting close. You're getting all nostalgic, I get that, but chica! We both know you can't handle a steady gig, unless it's the steady gig and you two need to be on the same page for that. So just calm the hell down, wait it out. I mean, dude... we've waited this long already!
Next Sunday you're gonna have a crapton of new info to process and absorb and we'll just go from there, okay? In the meantime, I don't mind hanging out with my cross-canon buds. Actually, I kinda like it. You stopped freakin', these threads are FUN again. Fun is good.
Dude, safe doesn't have to mean boring. Even if it did, I'd still take it over hanging around in the line of fucking fire, but it doesn't, so, like -- it's not like we don't have stuff to do. Or even stuff to do back before the shit hit the fan. Then in like, two months, you're gonna know how it's all gonna turn out anyway. C'mon, man, it's us. Hate to sound like a douchebag, but we're pretty much the opposite of boring no matter what shit we get up to.
Look, maybe this whole Light/Dark thing will just... fizzle out, anyway. Our part of the coast hasn't followed suit yet, maybe nobody else will. This whole thing is kinda s -- uh. A lot. [ LookawayMorrigannothingtoseehere. ] Um.
Just -- let's find something to do, okay? I miss being around.
Woooooah, hey. Okay, chica, you need a wake up call. Hey, hey, hear me out! I'm thinking you, me, a cheesy, cheesy pizza and all three seasons in as long as it takes. Come on, we've been a team since the beginning! Don't give up on me now. What we need is a fresh start, clean slate, none of this baggage and bullshiz, okay? We gotta get out there and meet new people, make new friends.
Two more months and we're back on TV, plus you and your buddy are making progress on the other thing, right? You're getting there. Just gotta be patient. I can wait. It's technically fall now, get back to knitting. I seriously think you just need to cool it on this particular scene for a while, take a break, get some outside stuff going on and then when the time comes, you'll be back and ready to do it up right! Deal?
You and me, guuuurl. We got this. Stay strong and forget about the app for the pint-sized pile of hair. Just focus on the important stuff right now. This junk can take a back seat.
Let me get this straight. You let your little friends lead you to me, which is the one smart thing you've done in this, find it in your human heart to bring me to the party...
And the party you choose takes away my fae powers and leaves me trapped in a some rotting out temple with the only nightlife being some vampire brothers running a bar and you think this is a good idea?
Do you even know me at all? Did you consider my feelings in this? Maybe you'd like to consider the feeling of your own fingers pokin' through the back of your eyeballs? Might feel about the same as what you're doing to me.