𝐓𝐘.

BSKY, let us edit posts, you neanderthals.

[His mouth is too full of marshmallow to reply but he's grinning, eyes connecting briefly with Stefan's. She's full of shit and they both know it. And there was some sort of conquest in that.]

A slow and painful death. [His response is matter-of-fact, given without thought before he blows on his perfectly roasted marshmallow.] You're gonna have nightmares tonight, aren't you?

A slow and painful death. [His response is matter-of-fact, given without though before he blows on his perfectly roasted marshmallow.] You're gonna have nightmares tonight, aren't you?

[Fakes like he can't hear the two of them talking as he chooses the perfect roasting stick and returns to the fire pit.] You know what I think?

[Whittles the stick to a sharp point before piercing two marshmallows and holding them over the fire.] Fire was 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. Fire was a god. You […]

[Frowns because nobody offered him a marshmallow.] Don't mind me, helping 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. [Realizes he doesn't have a stick.] Hold on, I'll be back.

[Cracks a beer.] This thing still working? (was it ever?) Happy Friday, losers.

Elena loves me. [♥️]

Give Ty some love.

I have a PhD in Overthinking and I'm currently working on a master's degree in Self-Doubt. How 'bout you?

Time for my semi-annual social media appearance, now with extended reach.