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I'VE MOVED— NOW FOUND AT @ruinsought . Please only follow if we have written, or you intend to write. One of the reasons I'm leaving this blog is the overwhelming amount of mutuals with no interaction.

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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Endless edits: Nadia Stark, nightmares, 1/? (Wanda's mind games. )

During AoU, Wanda takes Nadia off guard, much like the rest of the team and shows Nadia her worst fear. Not just her brother's death but being the one responsible for it.

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Helloooo, not ditched, just tried and slacking! Work schedule has been a lil wack and was at comic con this weekend so life has been busy busy busy! My work schedule is also wack next week sadly but I'll try to get to a couple things Sunday.

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          "  I'll  sleep  when  I'm  dead.  "  Words  come  out  with  a  small  bite,  irritability  lacing  her  tone  even  as  eyes  are  laced  with  sleep,  lids  drooping.  She'll  sleep  when  she  has  the  answer,  not  a  moment  sooner.  She  swallows  a  yawn,  glancing  up  from  the  book  to  the other,  rolling  her  neck  to  stretch  out  the  kinks.  "  Besides,  look  who  else  is  up  at  4am. "

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Thinking about how Pure is often rejected from magical society as a whole. The Elders look at her with scorn and even suggest to Phoebe she binds her powers. She was banned from magic school and then when Phoebe finally made them relent, she was bullied relentlessly for being a demon-witch hybrid and kicked out a few short days later for a ridiculous reason, any they could make up. Her safe haven is the Halliwell manor with her family. They never judge her for who she is or think for even a second she might turn into her father, however, she still feels like there's a distance between them she can't quite bridge; which mostly stems from her own insecurities since none of her siblings or cousins are like her.

In a way when future Wyatt ends up being evil, she's just relieved it's not her, that she hasn't lived up to what people thought she'd be. Though it should be noted she fights just as hard as Chris and Mel and everyone else to get the Wyatt they all know and love back and to change the future.

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Thinking about how since Prue was conceived while Cole was the source, she'd likely have some of the source's powers. Also thinking about the hell the charmed ones probably have to go through to keep her safe when she's born. . . What's worse than one magical baby sought after by demons? Two!

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❛        The world should have protected you, instead you have been asked to protected it. What an honour. What an injustice.       ❜

PRUE HALLIWELL ENDLESS EDITS: Family (Melinda Halliwell - @halliwhell) & Introspection on being a 'charmed one' ; what their life has become.

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Phoebe walking in on Prue and Chris talking to Cole who they'd temporarily brought back so Prudence can get to know her father for who he is. Spoiler Alert: She (Phoebe) is not pleased.

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275/366 days of joey potter 1x04- discovery

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293/366 days of joey potter 1x07- detention

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Guys, I just did the most ridiculous, impulsive, ADHD esq purchase of my life 😭 I brought 3 meters of velvet because I have deluded myself into believing that I can make River Song's Santa Cloak

Guys. . . I CAN'T SEW.

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Me having so many lil head canons and musings for one Prue Halliwell (my oc) but never putting them into words 😭😅☠️

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My brain isn't working for those starters so I'm gonna hop over to @sacredslayed for the time being but send memes?

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Chris  was  worried.  His  brother  had  been  going  downhill  for  sometime  now  and  while  Wyatt  would�� never  admit  it,  he  wasn't  blind  to  his  brother's  pain.  "  Yeah,  well,  should've  picked  somewhere  less  predictable.  "  there's  a  hint  of  a  smile  playing  on  the  younger  brothers  lips,  his  tone  is  light,  not  quite  teasing,  as  though  trying  to  lift  the  darkness  that  had  surrounded  them.  He  eyes  the  bottle  of  tequila,  notes  the  dark  spots  that  seep  through  his  brothers  shirt,  and  yet,  says  nothing.  His  hand  twitches  at  his  side,  he  longs  to  reach  out  and  heal  his  brother's  pain  (metaphorically  and  physically)  but  the  kicker  is,  he's  never  quite  developed  the  knack  of  healing,  something  that  even  now,  causes  his  inferiority  complex  to  tug  at  his  brain,  mocking  him  in  the  face  of  another  problem  he  can't  solve. 

Legs  move  of  their  own  accord,  moving  to  sit  beside  him,  allowing  space  between  them,  but  close  enough  he  can  reach  out  to  place  a  hand  on  his  brother's  shoulder,  something  he  does  almost  without  thinking,  trying  to  offer  Wyatt  the  silent  comfort.  He  doesn't  know  how  to  help  his  brother  and  he's  not  sure  words  are  enough,  but  he  can  offer  him  this,  steadfast  presence  never  wavering,  even  if  he  doesn't  know  the  right  thing  to  say.  He's  not  blind  enough  to  think  he  can  make  anything  better,  so  he  sits  here,  allows  his  brother  to  sit  in  pain,  as  long  as  he's  not  doing  it  alone.  He  eyes  the  bottle  his  brother  holds  firmly  by  the  next,  shoving  his  shoulder  gently.  "  You  sharing  that  or  were  you  planning  to  get  shitfaced  all  on  your  own?  "  Wyatt  will  talk  in  his  own  time.  It's  something  Chris  has  learnt  over  the  years,  not  to  push.  He  wants  to  share  in  the  burden  but  goal  number  one  was  to  ease  the  bottle  from  his  brother  before  he  did  something  he'd  regret.

Sitting  on  top  of  the  Golden  Gate  Bridge,  a  leg  dangling  over  the  edge  while  his  head  rests  against  the  beam.  Wyatt’s  fingers  wrap  around  the  thin  neck  of  a  tequila  bottle,  its  glass  shape  showing  only  half  of  what  it  previously  had  been.

Unlike  his  father,  he  never  understood  the  tranquillity  of  being  up  here,  in  fact,  he  hates  it.  Being  another  level  closer  to  the  Elders  was  enough  of  a  deal  breaker  without  the  uneasy  shift  in  his  gut  and  the  queasy  light-headedness.  But  tonight,  something  in  him  just  didn’t  care.  Maybe  it  really  was  the  best  place  to  get  away  from  everyone and everything…or  maybe,  it  was  just one  big  screw  you  to  the  Elders. Watch  me  drop  this  bottle  off  the  bridge  into  the  traffic  below.

His  chest  was  burning,  stinging  with  not  only  alcohol  but  a  large,  deep  cut  from  a  demon's  blade.  Another  day,  another  attempt  at  torturing  him  into  submission.  His  family  patched  it  up,  wrapping  it  in  bandages  and  healing  as  much  of  it  as  they  could.  But  the  pain’s  still  there,  uncontrollably  reminding  him  that  this  will  never  end.

Hissing,  he  pulls  his  arm,  and  the  bottle,  away  from  the  edge  of  the  bridge  and  places  it  between  his  legs.  As  he  tugs  at  his  collar  he  sees  dark  spots  of  blood  seeping  through  the  stitches  and  bandages.  Groaning,  he  can hear  his  mind  growl  between  his  rampant, loathing  thoughts.  Powerful?  Yeah,  right.  If  I’m  so  powerful  then  why  do�� I  keep  dealing  with  this  crap?  why  do  I  keep  letting  it  happen?

He  lolls  his  head  back,  slamming  his  eyes  shut  and  before  he  can  shake  those  thoughts  away,  the  night  sky  fills  with  a  flurry  of  blue  and  white  lights.  God  dammit,  not  now.  You  can't  see  me  like  this.

“ I  thought  the  whole  idea  of  being  up  here  was  that  you  could  get  away  from  smothering  family? ”  he  doesn’t  mean  it,  if  anything,  the  one  thing  he  needs  right  now  is  his  brother.  But  everything  aches  so  much  that  the  thought  of  letting  him  in,  letting  him  see  the  pain  behind  his  eyes,  is  something  he  knows  he  can’t  face  right  now.

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Didn't end up writing anything new sadly. My newest kitty took ill so we had a rushed trip to the vets 😭 she's coming back into work with me tomorrow for some more bloods to test her thyroid and to go on fluids for the day. I'll be around on all blogs via mobile but probably not writing anything until Wednesday now.