#my family is very quick to judge and make fun of anything that doesn't fit into the box of what you SHOULD look like

[norvegia]

feeling very self conscious about everything lately. my hair isn’t right my wardrobe is very boring and i dont look the way i want to look. i wanna Look Gay (tm) but i just dont, im very plain

[charliedawn]

Ok, I'll admit I'm curious; how do the Hannibal's choose their victims (or should I say food)? Like is it random or is there a specific criteria for all of them? And what exactly happens to the victim(s) once they are brought to the house(I'm pretty sure they all would treat the victim differently)? Are they still alive at that point and if so, for how long? Is there any chance of actually surviving/escaping??

Chances of survival : 30%

Morgan *chuckles* : "If you want to know..Being a doctor gives you some privileges. You get to meet a lot of people and get a sample of their blood. I hate bad quality.."

Morgan is very gourmet. He refuses to eat anything which hasn't met his standards. The body has to be fresh, well-kept and unspoilt.

This is why he usually settles for patients. But, not always. He can sometimes be unpredictable.

He keeps them alive for several days before disclosing his intentions.

He judges their reaction to the information and then chooses whether or not to keep them alive.

He usually waits for the family hunt where the chosen preys are let loose and given a fair chance to get away, but the odds are very low they'd survive.

However, Morgan can sometimes decide to call dibs on a certain prey he finds particularly interesting.

What they refuse to eat : anyone with addictions. He takes his health very seriously. Anything with nicotine/drugs/alcool...in their system.

Chances of survival : 5%

Hannibal Sr. : "I spot them by the smell."

Once you've met the Hannibal patriarch once, he already knows if you are fit to become his next meal.

A quick once-over and he already has all the information he needs.

I'm not going to lie, being picked by the patriarch is a very bad thing. He almost never lets anyone get away.

He sometimes chooses his victims at random and kills them before bringing them back to the house.

But, he sometimes keeps some alive for the family hunts.

Hannibal Sr.'s choice often depends on his mood and how hungry he is.

But, he usually chooses them on the spot.

He knows the more a choice is planned, the more it is likely you'll get caught.

What they refuse to eat : Like I said, it is very difficult to say. Hannibal Sr. doesn't have big objections. He has a slight preference for women, but wouldn't mind either way.

Chances of survival : 50%

Peter *smiles weakly* : "I can sometimes let emotions overrule my head. Morgan and Kevin often blame me for their lack of food sometimes, but I'm trying my best.."

Don't let the ratings fool you. To survive Peter, you must do absolutely nothing wrong.

You must be very nice to him and accept his every demand. And he can be a brat.

He can and will threaten you. He will also like to see you cry. A lot. It is another reason why the rest of the family calls him Crybaby.

Also, Peter likes to see his victims in pain while being alive, he likes to watch their reactions and collect their expressions by taking photos.

But, Peter is very influençable and could be dissuaded from getting rid of you if you are very agreeable.

But, it is not a 100% rule.

What they refuse to eat : Peter is not a cannibal. But, he doesn't like the thought of the family eating young girls. He worships them and finds the idea particularly unpleasant.

Chances of survival : 15%

Hannibal Jr. : "There's nothing like the thrill of the chase."

Hannibal Jr. has a knack for middle-aged men.

He usually chooses loners who nobody would miss—less problems.

He also prefers to hunt in crowded areas where nobody would be thinking of looking.

Unlike Hannibal Sr., he always plans his hunts in advance. He feels that the planning is part of the fun.

He tries to put himself in the place of his victim and foresee their every move until it is perfectly clear, until they become perfectly predictable.

But, it can sometimes lead to some frustration.

Hannibal Jr. *grits his teeth in frustration* : "...It doesn't make sense. Why would they ask for a tuna sandwich ? They always ask for the chicken one."

Kevin *in the back of the car* : "WHO CARES ?!"

What they refuse to eat : Children. It is a general rule for children not to be taken as food in the manor, but it is most strongly imposed by Hannibal Jr.

Kevin once tried to lure a child in and Hannibal Jr. slapped him so many times that night, he never committed the mistake again.

Chances of survival : 25%

Kevin is very cautious and precise concerning his victims. He usually check video cameras to trace their daily routine and fine the perfect hunting method.

However, he does like the danger and the thrill of meeting his victims first.

He always chooses a time and place where it would be impossible for anyone to recognize him, but he does meet them.

He then chooses whether or not to kidnap them.

He usually chooses women who are around their 40s-50s and who look like his mom, physically-speaking.

Mommy issues.

Considering it was because of his mother he was almost executed, it is understandable.

He also likes to collect their belongings (lipstick, perfume, jewelry..)

What they refuse to eat : He is not much of a picky eater. But, he doesn't like eating old people.

When he was little, old people were the only ones nice to him in his neighborhood. He has fond memories of discussions with old people at bus stations or in parks.

[problemswithbooks]

Not you motoring on about his reaction being unrealistic 😂 honey never mind the fact that he’s just woke up from a 3yrs coma in a strange place, it’s a fictional story about people with powers or mutant powers that make them have bird or dog or cat heads, or body’s like slime. Yes there are some realism applied to the manga, but it’s fictional and it’s not far-fetched for it to be unrealistic or for teenagers to act a bit unrealistic.

It being a story, especially one based more in the realm of fantasy/sci-fi, I don't expect every reaction a character has to be realistic, but an author has to judge how far they can ask an audience to follow them before something becomes OOC or jumps the proverbial shark. Plus, unrealistic approaches are usually used to enrich the story/characters, but for me this only makes me more confused about Dabi's character.

We see him wake up and first thing express how much he wants to go home. He wants to see his family, particularly his father, who he assumes was to busy working to be there for him. He's even willing to fight and burn down the facility holding him in order to go back home.

Yet, he apparently sneaks in instead of with shouts of "I'm home!" or franticly looking for his family. Touya, who was so quick to defend Enji's reasons for not being by his side immediately leaves again, without a word to anyone because he sees him training Shoto, and comes to the sudden conclusion that no one grieved his loss and moved on (even though they kept his room as a shrine and obviously pray for him often).

Touya goes from desperate to see his family to rejecting them in a span of a few pages, and an in universe time frame of a few hours. It's just weird that his affection for his family was so easily toss aside by seeing his father, who he always knew was abusive, being abusive (plus he didn't even leave because he was appalled by said abuse).

And I'd even believe this if a) it had been the scene where Enji says Touya was almost perfect, and pretty much calling him failure (his biggest fear/trigger) or b) had only left not that long ago.

Because, yes, I can believe that in the moment a teenager might make a rash choice and essentially run away, but if he really was as desperate to be with his family as we saw, and more then willing to make excuses for his dad, then you'd think he'd second guess himself. But we don't see anything to suggest that, nor do we see that anything that would continue to reinforce Touya's first thoughts of being forgotten. In the very least you'd assume he'd question whether or not his siblings (especially Natsuo) had also moved on.

To me Touya's characterization from the start of the flashback doesn't fit the end of it. He's seems more then capable of thinking up reasons why his dad didn't meet him on the mountain or understand that his family would be worried about him. Given that what he saw wasn't any different then normal for his dad, I'd assume that after a few days of being mad, he'd start rethinking things and second guessing his actions/assumptions. Like "well, they did have a shrine to me so I guess they do miss me", or "Maybe that creepy place lied to them so they could keep me" and "dad is probably only training Shoto because he thinks I'm dead. If I show up with my new blue flames, back from the dead, he'll be so happy he'll train me instead!"

To me it's just asking for to much suspension of disbelief over to short a time frame. If you can enjoy it, good for you, but I can't not be confused by it all. To me it feels like I'm being asked to shut off my brain and just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all the stuff that doesn't makes much sense. And if it was at least fun or improved Touya's character I might be willing to give it more of a slide, but it doesn't do that for me.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 15 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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There are seven holes. Seven. But they aren't seven different nests, they're tunnels, with seven openings to the surface of the Earth. You only know that because Eleven spent the whole night focused on finding them, seated in the living room of Joyce's place, a piece of fabric covering her eyes. The map from before remained on the floor beside her, and she reached out to draw where the tunnels reach. You barely had any sleep, just the pair of hours you slept with your head on Billy's shoulder, seated on the couch, but someone's voice woke you up.

Relief fills your heart when the morning comes. During the night, you could only think about those things lurking around. After a quick shower, and using one of Eleven's shirt, you go to the kitchen and decide to have breakfast there, where you can be alone. Eating a bowl of cereal, you run a hand through your hair, trying to understand how are you going back to the pool today and act like none of this is happening.

“Hey, princess,” Billy says, coming into the kitchen. Hair is still wet and wearing only his jacket. “Are you ok?”

“I'm trying to be.” Pushing the bowl away, you watch as he makes himself the same meal you had. “Wondering how am I going to work today.”

“Wanna stay here? I can tell Anthony that you're sick. If he even shows up.”

“No. It'll be worse if I stay.” You're confused, not sure what's the best or what's worse. But at least in the pool you'll have something normal going on.

“Hey, you two,” Joyce says as she comes in. Her voice gets your attention, and when you look at her after exchanging a glance with Billy, you see that Hopper is right behind her, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed together. “How are you two doing?”

“Uhm... Good.” It sounds like a question. Joyce sits at the table, with Hopper standing behind her. He has the chief face on, and you have no idea why. “Everything alright? Are we in trouble or something?” Gesturing at you and Billy, and cross your legs, an eye on the clock because you'll still need to stop by home to get the swimsuit.

“No, of course not. It's just that the kids were talking about something and–”

“Are you two living together?" Hopper speaks up, swallowing Joyce's words. She gives him a hard stare, and there's some kind of conversation going on through facial expressions that you can't understand.

“Yes.” You answer, not sure why you're in this situation in the first place. You feel like you're having the talk with Diane all over again. Diane. You have to call her, just to make sure everything is alright. “Why?”

“There were some rumors running around that–”

“That Billy Hargrove got some chick pregnant.” Hopper again. But this time Joyce slaps his arm.

“We agreed you'd let me do this.” She whispers.

“Then just get to the damn point.” He snaps back.

With wide eyes, you look at Billy. He doesn't seem bothered by this, peacefully eating his cereal. There's a smile on his lips that he tries to hold back, but you know him far too well now. You can see it. He's having fun.

“Look, guys, Uhm... These rumors started after I fainted on the pool, but it was from heat exhaustion, so...” Deciding to just end whatever this is, you speak up, kicking Billy's leg and whispering to him. “Say something.”

“(Y/N), honey, do your parents know about that?”

This makes you laugh, but then you remember Joyce doesn't know about your relationship, or better saying, the lack of it. “No, and I don't plan on doing that. But my aunt Diane does.”

“And she allowed it?” Hopper takes his time pronouncing every word as if this is absurd. “You're lucky you're not my daughter.”

“Hopper, just...” Joyce mumbles, her voice fading. “We just wanted to make sure you guys are... You know... Going somewhere with this. Living together is something really big and important to do.”

“I'll only say two things.” Billy finally makes his presence known, getting up and throwing his bowl in the sink. “First of all, I'm planning on marrying (Y/N). Second, we better go now or we'll be late. Again.”

There's a weird buzz in your ears as Billy takes your hand and starts pulling you with him. Joyce and Hopper have wide eyes, mouth half-open, in shock. You're not that different, and all your body is able to do is keep following Billy outside and to his car. You're silently looking through the window as he drives, but you're doing that on purpose, just to get back at him for saying that out of the blue.

“Aren't you gonna say anything?” He asks parking in front of the house.

“Absolutely not.” Stepping out of the car, you don't wait for him, heading inside. “If you really wanna do what you said, I'll patiently wait until you propose, Hargrove.” Turning around just enough to wink at him, you bite back a smile.

You're quick to get ready and manage not to be late. The song is blasting when Billy pulls over on his parking spot, and the moment the song is gone, you hear the chattering, noticing three police cars.

Your heart skips a beat when you leave the car, taking a deep breath. “Hey,” Billy calls, taking your hand. “Let's check what happened before jumping to conclusions, ok?”

“Ok.” Holding his arm, you move to the entrance, where a small crowd gathers. Hopper is here, and by the messy way of his clothes, he had to run over here. He immediately notices you and Billy, a sad look on his face. And that's when you see Monica, running a hand through her hair, tears glistening on her cheeks.

“Mon?” Calling, you let go of Billy and runs to her. Monica breaks a little bit when she sees you, and you're quick to hug her. “Mon, what happened?”

“It's Jason. My cousin is missing, (Y/N).” She cries on your shoulder, and you close your eyes tight because the first thing that comes to your head is probably what got him. The Demodogs. “He went out yesterday to buy dinner a-and his mom called mine saying he was taking long and...” You pull away, holding her hands. “...that was early evening yesterday. And he's still missing. The family spent the whole night looking for him and–”

“Mon, I'm sure we'll find him.” It's hard to lie. It's even harder not to break down in front of her. “Maybe he felt bad and fainted or something like that. We'll find him.”

“I hope so.”

“I'll drive you home, ok? Billy can keep the pools safe for one day.”

When she nods, drying off some tears, you make your way over him, who's talking to Hopper. He probably already knows, but you try to keep a straight face.

“Come here, princess.” He opens his arms and you don't even hesitate, hugging him tightly. “I'm so sorry. But we'll find him. The party is already aware of everything.” Whispering on my ear, Billy places a kiss on the top of your hair.

“I...” Getting rid of the single tear that escaped your efforts to hold it back, you pull away. “I'll take her home, she's very shaken. Can you just keep an eye–”

“Keep an eye on the kids, of course.” He bends over to kiss you, and your arms, almost automatically, move to be around his neck. “I'll pick you up after work, ok? I love you.”

“I love you.” It still makes you blush to hear those words, but you absolutely love to say it back. After one last kiss, you part ways.

Monica talks as you drive to her place, sharing memories with her cousin. Some of them you already know, but you don't stop her, laughing and making silly comments, trying to keep her mind away from the fact that Jason is missing.

Your mind also starts remembering. Obviously, you didn't have all the time around Jason that Monica had, but he was one of the first people you met when you got here. He's always smiling, carrying his siblings around, always complaining, but always happy to be with them. Jason is funny, even when he's the only one who actually gets his jokes.

Jason is missing.

Demidogs need a lot of food. An almost 6 feet tall male human has a lot of meat.

Shaking your head lightly, you push these thoughts away. No breaking down now. Monica needs you strong, to keep her strong too. Her family is either at Jason's or still looking, so you're alone. Both of you stay seated on her bed, and you give her your shoulder when she starts crying again. He's gone for one night and she's already losing it... If anything bad happens...

Her parents return home a couple of hours later, thankful to you for taking her back home. You drag her into the living room, turning the TV on this random movie and trying to convince her to pay some attention. You can hear her parents in the kitchen, making lunch, but you also hear when her mother cries, the low, cracking voice as she talks to her husband. It's getting hard by the minute to stay here, pretending you don't know what probably happened, but if you cry, if you start doubting Jason is ok, Monica will break apart.

A knock on the door, an unusually loud and frenetic knock, gets your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you see as Monica's father goes to answer it.

“Hi. Is (Y/N) here?” You hear a feminine voice, and you soon recognize it's Nancy.

Excusing yourself, you get up. “Yes, she's–”

“Hey.” You go to the front door, seeing Nancy and two cars in the sidewalk, many eyes looking at you. “Something wrong?”

“Sorry, but we need you. Uhm... Maxine is sick. We need to have a doctor check on her.”

“What?” You exclaim, running a hand through your hair. “Mon.” Calling her, you quickly make your way back to the living room. “I'm so sorry, but Maxine is feeling ill, I have to go. But I promise I'll call you later, ok?”

“Sure. Go help.” She says, nodding and clearing her throat since her voice is all clouded by her crying.

“Stay calm, honey. Jason is alright, I'm sure.” Another lie. You shouldn't make promises you don't know if you can keep. Giving her a quick hug, you run outside, muttering a goodbye to Mon's father as Nancy does the same.

“We'll go looking for him.” She says in a low voice as you move toward the cars. “We don't stand still when shit happens.”

Her choice of words makes you raise your eyebrows. You never heard her saying anything like that. “Thanks.” Muttering, you seat shotgun in Steve's car as she goes to Jonathan's. There are four kids on the back seat, fighting for some more space. You're happy to see Max is alright. For a moment, you thought she was really sick.

You park in the woods, and there are already some people here. Everyone but Hopper, because he has to be in the official search party, and Billy. God, you wish Billy was here.

“Alright, let's do this,” Mike says, and he freely starts separating you in groups. “Eleven and Will with me. Lucas, Jonathan, and Robin. Uhm... Max, Steve, and (Y/N). Joyce–”

“Why are you messing up the groups, man. I wanna go with Max.” Lucas complains and Mike rolls his eyes. “Groups of four, as usual.”

“Since when?”

“Alright, just gather in groups, c'mon, guys,” Joyce says, eyeing both her kids until they go to stand by her side, alongside Nancy.

You move to stand with Max and Lucas, and after playing rock, paper, scissors with Robin, Steve comes to your group. You raise your eyebrows at him, trying to get why they had to use that method to choose a group. “Nobody wants to be with these two lovebirds.” He says when he's close enough.

“That's something I can understand.” There's no doubt Max and Lucas are into each other, but they're constantly fighting. It's funny to watch, actually.

“Let's get started then, guys. Be careful, pay attention to the radios, and let's find Jason.” Joyce announces, taking over Hopper's role in this.

And everyone starts moving, each group in a different direction. You're going to the holes first, just to check, and then you'll cover a specific area. Max and Lucas are once again responsible for the map and walk a couple of feet ahead.

“Hey. Take this.” Steve gets your attention, taking the bat from his backpack and handing it over to you. “I know Jason was a close friend of yours. Sorry this happened.”

“Yeah.” You lay the bat over your shoulder, careful not to entangle your hair in the nails. “I really thought it couldn't get any worse but life proved me wrong.”

“I remember when Will went missing. I was a total jerk back then so I didn't really care.” You glance over to Steve, and he has an apologetic look on his face. “They found the body and there was a funeral. But the body was fake and Will was fine in the end.”

“Someone should make a movie out of that story.” You mumble, taking a deep breath. “Do you think Jason could be in the... Upside Down?”

“No. According to Eleven, no portals were open. The Demodogs just made these woods into their new home and are doing what it takes to survive.” Through the corner of your eyes, you see when he almost slips, opening his arms slightly to regain balance. “Don't laugh.” He says, but you're already chuckling. “Anyway, wherever he is, he's here.”

“Why don't we tell Eleven to just use her powers and find him. Wouldn't it be easier?”

“These woods are huge. And we usually just do that when it's the last resource.” Lucas answers.

“We don't like pushing her. It always brings back sad memories.”

That's something you can understand perfectly. “We do it the old way then.” You've seen how complicated it is. Eleven's nose wouldn't stop bleeding while she was figuring out the tunnels, and after while blood came out of her ears too. As much as you want to find Jason, you'd never ask her or the party to do something just so you'd feel better. They're in it far longer than you, so you trust them to make the decisions and set the pace. “I just hope he's alright. He's Monica's cousin, and she's worried to death.”

“Yeah, I get that.” It doesn't go unnoticed how Steve doesn't make false promises as you did with Monica. He doesn't say he's ok, that you'll find him. Running a hand through your hair, you take a deep breath, confused between having hopes or just expecting the worse. “So, changing the subject.” He speaks again. “You and Hargrove. I never thought Billy would actually fall in love.”

A smile comes to your lips, and you're thankful for having something else to think about. “Yeah. It took a while for me to believe that but he... He worked hard.” Involuntary, your hand goes for the necklace, fingers playing with the earring.

“Joyce and Hopper were saying something about marriage...” It sounds like a question, and you give Steve a glance, giggling. “They were trying not to let anyone hear them but Hopper doesn't really know how to whisper.”

By the heat spreading through your cheeks, you know you're blushing. Could it be real? Would Billy marry you? Is he really considering such a thing? “We spoke about it, Uhm... Twice, I think. But not a real conversation, he just spilled it out.”

“Holy shit, he's going serious with you then.” He playfully elbows your arm. By what you've seen and by what Max told you, Steve usually grows protective of everyone since he joined the party, and you think it's cute. He's like everyone's babysitter. “Send me an invitation, would you?”

“I will.”

“You–”

Maxine's yell cuts him short, getting your attention as you notice you have fallen behind. Immediately, you and Steve start running towards then.

“Man, that's...” Lucas says as Max hugs him, eyes tightly shut.

You're about to ask them what the hell happened when you follow Lucas' scared stare.

It's a weird sensation when you're brain refuses to take in the information. When your eyes, focused on something, are blind. And your ears are deaf and the wind blowing doesn't touch your skin. It's like you're not there.

Jason's body is stuck between a big rock and a dead tree. His torso is opened up, and there's nothing inside.

As there's nothing inside Jason anymore. He's empty. Body and soul. There will be no laughter leaving his lips, no more jokes, no more arms to carry his baby siblings around. Nothing. Just flesh and bones, both ripped apart.

“(Y/N).” You're sure it's not the first time you hear someone calling your name, but you're not even sure where it comes from.

You only move when an arm pulls you, and you feel it around you. “We have to go. C'mon.” Steve says, and, far and distant, you hear static, and voices, coming from the radio. “(Y/N).”

“I need Billy.” It's the only thing that comes to your head, and you find a way to force the words out of your throat.

“Alright, let's go,” Steve says, and you're only set on motion because of his arm around your shoulders.

Everything is a blur. You notice people moving around, and some of them come to hug you as they start regrouping near the cars. Nodding and thanking their kind words, you remain silent, arms crossed, the image still burning in your brain.

Jason's rib cage broken open, the blood staining his clothes and the ground around him. His head twisted in an awkward way, neck probably disconnected from the body.

“Let's get moving. She wants to talk to Billy.”

“The pool will close in an hour. Take her home.”

“No, she's scaring me. We need to take her to Billy.” Max intervenes, and Steve pulls you to his car. You let Max seat shotgun, feeling better in the backseat where you can curl into a ball, knees pressed against your chest as the landscape passes by.

It reminds you the first time you saw that thing. You were trying to beat Billy, driving back to your place. Maybe, if you had gone to the police station the next day, let them know something was out there, you could've avoided this. But who would believe you? You didn't believe it either. What are you going to tell Monica? After saying things would be ok, that they would find Jason alive and well when you knew being out in the woods all night long probably meant he'd become Demodog's meal.

You knew it, yet you lied. Vain hope is the worst kind of hope, and that's what you gave her.

“(Y/N).” Steve gets your attention, touching your shoulder. “We're at the pool.”

Blinking a few times to wake up from the stupor, you bolt out of the car, making your way to the entrance. It's crowded today, but you don't see faces, you just see obstacles.

It finally starts kicking in.

You went to find Jason, and you did. But instead of the dear friend you so easily grew to love, you found a dead, empty corpse. The tears threat to overflow as you rudely bump into people, making your way through the pool. At a distance, you see the moment Billy finally notices the commotion, his eyes quick to find you. By the way his face changes, the way he takes off his sunglasses and jumps to the ground, shoving people out of his way, you must be looking terrible.

But you don't care. Billy is everything you need, the only thing you see and you know you can break down in his arms. You just need to reach him, and when you do, you collapse against his chest, not able to hold back the tears anymore, the sobs building up your throat as you hold onto him.

“I'm so sorry,” Billy mumbles in your ear. He knows. How could he not?

You suddenly feel him lifting you up, and you hide your teary face on the crook of his neck. Seconds later you're at the locker room, and Billy screams for the other girls to get out as he puts you down, seated on one of the benches.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N).” He repeats, kneeled before you, thumbs coming to dry off some tears, just to make space for more.

“I saw him. H-he was all eaten, Billy. His body was-his body was wide open and everything was gone–”

“Stop, stop.” He begs, pulling you into a hug. “You don't have to tell me, not now.” Nodding, you take in his scent, feeling safe, secure, despite the terror creeping under your skin. “I'll take you home, ok?”

“No.” You mutter, pulling away just enough so you're foreheads are touching. You don't know what comes to you, but this has to be said. This feeling has to be let out. Not after, not tomorrow. Now. Maybe it's the fact that you saw death for the very first time. You just need to let him know “You're my home.”

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