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No one blames you sweet angel boy, let me cradle your head to my chest and you can cry there and then we will sleep and I will stroke your hair all night and I’ll wake you with a nice black coffee and cuddles

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𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 | 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔠

𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜

Grief can feel like an insurmountable weight. It's the fragile thread of hope for what lies ahead that offers us the strength to navigate our pain; envisioning a future where joy can coexist with our sorrow.

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The loss of Sage and Tatum's found family leaves the sibling's wounds cauterized amid chaos. Overcoming a life of abuse, they've scraped their way to self-sufficiency. Things change after meeting equally fierce and protective survivors.

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{The Walking Dead seasons 5-8}

☣︎ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ☣︎

𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍/𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 (loevlyy) & 𝚊𝚘𝟹 (dixonciderrr) (links arent working for me rn rip)

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you bet i paused the scene when Dean’s head is in the perfect alignment in front of this sign

His four favourite things 🥰

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would anyone be interested in a Love Island (UK 2015) fic but with the supernatural cast 🤣🤣

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Bobby Singer x Halloween | Noah Kahan

…… ouchie :,(

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SPN Characters as Memes

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the gayest he has ever looked tbh

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𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 | 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔵𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔠

grief, found family, and most importantly … gay shit

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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢

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Today’s the day.

All the careful planning and the lump lodged in Sage’s throat comes down to this.

It’s been three months since they had the unfortunate luck of ending up with Gerald’s group. A controlling, misogynistic piece of shit with the advantage of his minions enacting violence. At this point, the poor excuse for food and shelter isn’t worth the abuse. Pure dehumanization ruled with an iron fist. It’s triggering for Sage, to say the least.

Corey steps out of the tent, looking around to check that their little family is the only one lucid. “We’ll get through this, babe. Just like everything else.”

His gentle voice calms the restless energy consuming Sage, their only reprieve from the constant guilt of bringing them there in the first place. His lips embrace theirs for a moment, their hips comfortably held. Kissing him was like being absorbed by the quiet moment before sleep, relaxing them just the same. They take a moment to absorb the glint in his coffee-colored eyes, ever-present no matter the circumstances.

Tatum and Jackson are quietly packing what little belongings they have, stealing anxious glances as the moment comes closer. A nod from Sage signals that it’s time. Now or never.

Every step forward is placed with surgical accuracy, avoiding twigs and the crisp fall leaves littering the forest floor. They head West, towards the decrepit backroad that lead the group there. Corey finds their hand, intertwining their fingers with a sweet smile. Their heart slows a few beats, uncovering hope buried deep in their core. ‘This could actually work.’

A click sounds behind them just before Corey drops her hand, the whites of his eyes growing as his jaw slacks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gerald snarls, his poisonous eyes sucking the life from them.

That was the day the last of Sage’s hope jumped ship.

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Read more: wattpad (@loevlyy) | ao3 (dixonciderrr)

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Writing fan fiction will have you researching things like law school

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Obsessed with loser Cas. Hottest thing a man can do is be pathetic and defeated.

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quartzwhortz was my last user it doesnt really fit into this blog anymore so i updated it!!

also, new theme to coordinate with my love @localgaydisaster 👹♥️

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1k request for @annanevermore who asked:

For Steddie - would be cute to see the tattoo/flower shop trope, like they have shops beside each other

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Shotgunning with Daryl Dixon. I’m having brain worms

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“There’s nothing heroic about suffering” okay but what if I suffered and I was kinda sexy with it. Like my shorts were a little too short and you could see my ass when I bent over. What then.

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“Can we keep him, Uncle Wayne?”

Wayne didn’t look up from his newspaper, too used to his nephew picking up strays and bringing them home. God blessed the boy’s big young heart, but their trailer didn’t have space for another kitty or pup.

“I told ya before and I told ya it now,” Wayne said gruffly but not unkindly. “We don’t have space for your pet, son.”

“He’s not–”

“Eds, I’ll be fine on my own,” a quiet voice cut in before Eddie could start his usual speech.

That garnered Wayne’s attention immediately. And there standing next to his nephew was Steve Harrington who looked worse for wear—red puffy eyes, split lips, disheveled hair, and rumpled clothes.

“What happened?” Wayne set his newspaper aside and straightened up in his chair. He had a few good guesses already given what he knew of Richard and Amanda, but he still wanted to hear their side of the story first.

“His parents kicked him out,” Eddie hissed, hand clutching Steve’s fiercely in case the other boy tried to get away. He didn’t, just deflated as soon as the words were out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Steve mumbled, eyes shining stubbornly as they locked with Wayne’s. “I just need a place to stay until tomorrow and then I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“Stevie,” Eddie turned to him with an exasperated look. “You can’t believe that I’d let you leave after everything, right?”

“I know you want to help,” Steve rubbed a hand down his face tiredly, like he needed to hide a part of himself, vulnerable and slightly worn-out. “But I don’t wanna intrude.”

“You won’t,” Eddie shook his head rapidly and then looked at Wayne. “Right, Wayne? He’s not bothering you or anything, right?”

Wayne took in the sight of the Harrington boy, scared and lost, and knew his decision had been made for him. It wasn’t his first time taking in a stray anyway.

“Just call me Wayne or Uncle Wayne, kid,” he offered Steve a closed-mouthed smile, his most amiable one. “We don’t have much here, but feel free to ask me anything you need.”

When Steve ducked his head with a shy smile and sniffled a small Thank you, Wayne didn’t regret his choice.

It didn’t hurt that his nephew also beamed at him like Wayne had just saved the world.

And in a sense, to Eddie, it was true.

Because Wayne could see how much the Harrington boy meant to him, see the way they looked at each other without admitting it aloud.

Perhaps, Wayne picked up his newspaper again as Eddie offered the Munson’s new member a mug of warm milk, he was going to have another son soon enough.

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Norman Reedus + Cigarette appreciation post 🫶🏼

he’s so beautiful

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They don't know that they're gonna be a t4t couple soon