I hope troye knows that he doesn’t have to do anything he’s uncomfortable with or if it puts his mental health and well being in prospect of uncertainty <\3 :(
tyde, angrily: ARE YOU-
steele: fucking.
tyde: -KIDDING ME? YOU-
steele: fucking.
tyde: IDIOT-
troye: ...what was that?
steele: sage banned tyde from swearing, so i’ve volunteered to help him.
laurelle: please sit in this chair, i´d like to ask you some questions
tyde, whispering to troye: deny everything
troye, in a monotone voice: that´s not a chair
sage, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: yeah, i - i don't think heels are for me
troye, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
sage: I'm so disappointed in all of you. I'm at a loss for words
narrator: despite being at a loss for words, sage continued to yell at the gaang for the next 2 and a half hours
Troye: i’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.
Kerri: i witnessed the dumb stuff.
Kayla: i recorded the dumb stuff.
Tyde: i joined you in the dumb stuff.
Sage: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!
troye: a mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it
troye: and I started thinking
troye: like it was just trying to get food
troye: what if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck
troye: how would I feel
sage: are you okay
troye: someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase "what is love" without also feeling the primal urge to respond with "baby don't hurt me".
tyde: so at that point, people will say "baby don't hurt me"... no more?