Me explaining a tv show to someone like it’s real life

Because it is ✨ real life✨

Me playing Clue with my family:

Malcolm Bright in the sex dungeon with the nail gun.

Why did I think she was gonna stab him

ainsley’s been up to some shit huh lol

“I have everything I want” brightwell shippers about to lose their whole heads go off lil babies

not me dreaming about malcolm and edrisa being an adorable ace couple together

feeling the need to write a fix it fic for post-tasering dani/malcolm interaction mostly because I need to describe the way his hair looked in that scene in writing but also because whump without aftercare remains the bane of my existence

girlbossainsley:

Why wasn’t Martin’s murder diary taken away? You’d think thats evidence

because ~plot~

Yo I’m gonna be honest I wasn’t feeling this season so far buT THEY STEPPED IT TF UP TONIGHT YALL

WHY IS DANI DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SHE HAS A GUN

robertsbarbie-archive:

wait are we not gonna address the absolute clownery of them beating down his door? like! what was that for? what purpose did that serve? is this finally gil’s revenge for the car? WHAT WAS THAT!?

it was for the Drama™

Good friends.Goodfriends.

Get yourself good friends. Get yourself friends who you adore, friends who call you cute, friends you have something in common with, friends you can dance with, friends who make you laugh, friends who are just as dumb as you, friends who are definitely dumber than you, friends who make fun of you, friends you enjoy with. But perhaps most mundanely importantly, friends who you are comfortablewith.

Comfort is such an integral but overlooked part of any human relationship. It’s the innate warmness of knowing that you can be a smouldering mess and they won’t mind. Such a happy realisation that this stretch of space between you and them is your own, without the mortifying ordeal of being know.

Comfort is a higher level of tuning, a deeper understanding. It’s something that only time and trust can grow. Somebody you can be with without making your brain do laps and push ups. No thoughts, head empty. Just straight up vibes.

It’s the joy of meeting your friend in pjs. The chaotic excitement of a thousand texts you send your best friend when embarrassing shit goes down. The straightforward trust of “I don’t like this, can you stop doing this?” And the sincerity of “I won’t, from now on.”

Get yourself goodfriends. Friends who are on the same page, friends who communicate, friends who you want to support, friends who you connect with, friends who you trust, friends who trust you, friends who understand you, friend who feel like warm blankets, friends who taste like soup, friends who remind you of characters, friends who you can hug. Friends who love you for who you are, friends who you love for who they are. Friends who feel warm and fuzzy and sweet and gentle and real.

Get yourself friends who feel like comfort.

dani: man im insecure

malcom: yeah they want you to be. But literally don’t your perfect haha (continues rambling)

dani:

Watching ainsley do that to Malcom then acting the way she did when he found out made me feel like maybe I wasn’t above hitting a woman

This is….. just a clusterfuck tonight huh? I dont even know what to think theres so much going on, and theres only 15 minutes left