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The last touch.

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Second shadow

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here come the scouts

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"You did well."

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Levi fulfilled his promise...

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 2

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I'd like to add after watching TW,

Dean doesn't take John-- his actual father-- on his trip to find ✨️his✨️ family. He takes Bobby, arguably the most prominent father-figure in Dean's life. Dean is given a heaven with his parents, his father (presumably 'happier' with no revenge to drive him anymore) and the opportunity to bond with him in a way he wasn't able to when he was alive

And he chooses Bobby.

seeing some posts about how Dean crucially loves and hates John reminds me of my feelings about John being down the road in the heaven ending, and how we can read that as a final turn of the screw in the "Chuck Won" narrative

because I think that if you were to ask Dean if he'd want his father around in his heaven, he wouldn't know how to answer. part of him would flinch but want to say no, this is a place he's supposed to be happy and free and that's not what life around his father was like. but another part of him would say of course his father deserves to be in heaven, certainly doesn't deserve to be in hell at least, and fears it's mean-spirited and disloyal not to really want his dad around

and what would make Dean happy is if he didn't have to make that choice and someone else just makes it for him. and that's how he would know what's wrong or right. this guy is used to just being thrown into scenarios and responding accordingly, he's so used to not having control or putting into words the things he actually, deep down, truly wants

so John is in heaven and the choice is made for him and part of Dean is like "okay, so I guess this is what I'm supposed to want/this is how things are supposed to be." and he can work with these circumstances because he does want a connection with his father, and he's gonna think it's on him to deal with the complicated mess of insecurity and worthlessness that still gets summoned up when he's around John

but this extremely negative swill of emotions that you know must still be at play just doesn't seem like a heavenly reward or "peace when you are done"

so heaven is not paradise and bliss, it's something else

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Continued

Fifteen hours. I am doing this. Justice for young me. Justice for the part of me I lost so long ago. One last time I'll charge into hell for a chance to defeat the devil.

I know this won't really be seen, but I need to tell this to the void bc I cant tell anyone else yet

Tw // csa

But it's hope for justice and positive reflections on myself

In 37 hours and 38 minutes, I will be facing my father, the man who molested and took explicit pictures of me as a child, in an attempt to get him to finally confess while I record the conversation.

My statute of limitations is almost up. This is a plan years in the making, building it as my life has brought about the pieces I needed to make this all happen. Utilized my uni's legal assistance for students. Spent years garnering corroborating witness accounts. Learning parts to the story about the first time I broke down to a family member as a child AND from my time with CPS after my second breakdown confess in high school. Dug up memories and feelings so I could be as prepared to face what I aimed to unearth, and have as much knowledge beforehand. Learned to talk with my partner about what's happening and be honest about my past.

For 3rd grade me, I will do this. I am terrified to the point of nauseua and scared of what he will do when backed into a corner, but I have loving friends who will work to keep me safe and have chosen to stand beside me in my last attempt at justice and walk with me afterwards.

In the next 48 hours, I will either hear my father for the first time admit what he's done and give me the details I have locked away, or I will walk out of my parents' home for the last time after petting my cat a final goodbye knowing I will always be stronger than him, because I can face up to and acknowledge what happened to me, but he'll probably never have a fraction of my courage to own up to what he did.

I can rest easy knowing that I work hard every day to be a kind, loving, and growing human being not because of the lessons he and my mother tried to teach me, but because I saw what lies behind fake 'good' people's facades, and I swore I'd never be like them. I've seen what selfishness, greed, anger, and cruelty brings and I want no part in it. I want to be a good person because I never want to make someone else feel like I've felt. I want to make people feel loved. Cared for. Know their efforts are appreciated. Everything I couldn't have as a child, I wish to give freely as an adult.

I hope I will return with good news. Thank you for reading this far. Wish me luck

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I know this won't really be seen, but I need to tell this to the void bc I cant tell anyone else yet

Tw // csa

But it's hope for justice and positive reflections on myself

In 37 hours and 38 minutes, I will be facing my father, the man who molested and took explicit pictures of me as a child, in an attempt to get him to finally confess while I record the conversation.

My statute of limitations is almost up. This is a plan years in the making, building it as my life has brought about the pieces I needed to make this all happen. Utilized my uni's legal assistance for students. Spent years garnering corroborating witness accounts. Learning parts to the story about the first time I broke down to a family member as a child AND from my time with CPS after my second breakdown confess in high school. Dug up memories and feelings so I could be as prepared to face what I aimed to unearth, and have as much knowledge beforehand. Learned to talk with my partner about what's happening and be honest about my past.

For 3rd grade me, I will do this. I am terrified to the point of nauseua and scared of what he will do when backed into a corner, but I have loving friends who will work to keep me safe and have chosen to stand beside me in my last attempt at justice and walk with me afterwards.

In the next 48 hours, I will either hear my father for the first time admit what he's done and give me the details I have locked away, or I will walk out of my parents' home for the last time after petting my cat a final goodbye knowing I will always be stronger than him, because I can face up to and acknowledge what happened to me, but he'll probably never have a fraction of my courage to own up to what he did.

I can rest easy knowing that I work hard every day to be a kind, loving, and growing human being not because of the lessons he and my mother tried to teach me, but because I saw what lies behind fake 'good' people's facades, and I swore I'd never be like them. I've seen what selfishness, greed, anger, and cruelty brings and I want no part in it. I want to be a good person because I never want to make someone else feel like I've felt. I want to make people feel loved. Cared for. Know their efforts are appreciated. Everything I couldn't have as a child, I wish to give freely as an adult.

I hope I will return with good news. Thank you for reading this far. Wish me luck

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Today's the day! I've gone w Hori's handwriting so it looks cohesive

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Supercuddles💚💙 S1 E1

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As a clarification, these are going on my wrists. One each will go on each wrist

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so yknow how schools will have those unofficial, student-run meme accounts?

well i was thinking about what that’d look like for UA:

i imagine the account is run by a trio of incredibly jaded third year non-heroics courses students who’ve all agreed to drop out together to work at kfc if they can’t make it to graduation

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A redraw of my angel