I've never seen preacher but those dudes r gay
they are,,,, in love,, thank you for your support anon
I've never seen preacher but those dudes r gay
they are,,,, in love,, thank you for your support anon
Me looking for more photography skills like…
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Alicia estaba ya tan acostumbrada a que todo cuanto sucediera fuera extraordinario, que le pareció de lo más soso y estúpido que la vida siguiera por el camino normal.
© Ezequiel Longo, 2018
Foto: Abril 2018
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i have read so many kalnce fanfics today i love them so much of my god
So earlier I was like “Oi but what if there were sea furies but they were just hybrids of Night furies and Scauldrons” and this THING got created.
I was so preoccupied with whether or not I could I didn’t stop to think if I should.
Y'all can burn me at the stake now :D
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still confused on why anyone would rp a blog that is the worst bucky blog in existence but okkk
Crack with @maternalmxde is always at Its finest
“I am told that your flayed squid was sighted on the fleet seized by our newest navel forces.” Cersei spoke with a lifted brow, turning to look at the newest Lord Bolton. “I am sure if you go cast a net or two, you still very well might find him. If it interests you.”
okay but like, jack lowkey commenting about a certain girl he met on the streets and how she looked kinda like lottie wink wink nudge nudge
AND THEN IT HITS LOTTIE LIKE A SNOWBALL TO THE FACE
Like, Lottie never really forgot about the time she spent with Jack on the streets. She didn’t know his name, he didn’t know hers, they barely coexisted in that filthy alleyway for a few days—and yet it was the only time in the streets before Oswald, in which a man was genuinely kind to her. Jack wasn’t particularly gentle, or nice, he was the way he used to be before Lacie found him—and yet Lottie was so used to everybody treating her like street trash, fights with other orphans for food, men assaulting her, that the fact this boy actually showed her mild kindness stuck with her.
Waking up not finding him but realizing he’d left her his blanket actually meant so much to her? She knew she wouldn’t ever see him again, that he might’ve been dead for all she knew, and yet the memory clung to her. She actually kept that blanket. No matter how much she’s tried to forget about everything pertaining her past before Oswald found her, that memory stuck with her the most—the only time before Glen a man showed her kindness. And she sometimes found herself remembering those days spent with the boy, and she would wonder if he was still alive—she didn’t hold hopes of ever meeting him again, but the truth is, she hoped he was still alive, because he deserved so. And a part of her even sometimes wondered what would’ve happened had they stuck together for longer, that perhaps, he could’ve been saved by Glen too.
AND THEN JACK SAYS THAT, SO CASUALLY, OBVIOUSLY NOT REMEMBERING HER, AND IT FUCKING HITS HER.
This is probably the only time they bond over their lives before they met in the Baskerville estate, and Jack is surely very cryptic, but she always did find him familiar somehow—blond hair was very common in Sablier, but what she remembered the most were his eyes, and despite the years, despite how empty Jack has become by then, the eyes hasn’t changed, and so a familiarity sparks within her. Of course, she ignores it, because she A) thinks it’s impossible and she’s just imagining things and B) doesn’t want to ever recall anything of what she lived on the streets. But when Jack says it, she actually freezes for a moment, because she remembers—Jack doesn’t, but she does.
She never tells him, of course, because she still deludes herself into thinking it’s impossible—but perhaps that’s when she starts seeing him as more humane, when she starts actually warming up to him and seeing him past the womanizer façade he uses. It’s more than her just trusting Glen’s judgment, she may have seen it with her own eyes, that Jack can be good.
Perhaps that’s why his betrayal hits her doubly hard.
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BJ: so is there anything to eat?
Hawkeye: I’ve got gin
BJ: you don’t have any tissues.
Hawkeye: I’ve got gin?
BJ: how are you living?
Hawkeye: … I’m not
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I just really wanted to write a drabble with Santiago and Imelda ended up being in it too so aaaaaaa..
I also kind of figure that since Imelda is the matriarch still, Santiago and the other kids call her ‘Mamá Imelda’ too, since Oscar and Felipe will sometimes refer to her that way??
Hope you guys like it ^^
The small boy let out a high pitched yelp, and spun about. He stared with wide-eyes, nervous gaze locking with Imelda’s icy glare.
Imelda crossed her arms, glancing over the way the boy was kneeled over, shoulders hunched as he glanced toward something in front of him, his hands fumbling as he glanced back with a lopsided grin.
“¡Hola, mamá Imelda!” He greeted, voice raised an octave.
Imelda lifted her head, expression remaining firm. She had spot him in the dirt of the garden, his blue hoodie wrapped around his waist dusty along the edges from where he’d been shifting about on the ground, his interest caught on something in front of him and out of her view.
She had only come to tell him off for getting his clothes so dirty already, but had paused when she had noticed how quiet he was, how he wasn’t trying to rile up his primas or hermano. So different from the way he usually bustled through the house, bounced on sofas until he was caught red handed and scolded.
But that quiet came at a price, and Imelda wasn’t going to stand for what could be if she didn’t intervene.
“What do you have there?”
THIS WAS PROBABLY HER WORST IDEA EVER. scratch that.
it was her worst idea ever and yet she was still going through with it.
there was no point turning back now, it would just have wasted an entire day and it wasn’t like she wasn’t prepared for what might happen down here.
she knew there could be a possibility that she
came home, that she would never see any of her friends again, but she wouldn’t be able to move past what happened if she didn’t know for sure.
she couldn’t just take mike’s word for it.
she didn’t believe it.
if josh washington was dead, then
hadn’t the police found a body?
why wasn’t he buried alongside his sisters?
there was so many unanswered questions and she
to go another day without finding out what had really happened.
everyone told her that she would be better off without josh, that her life would be better now he was gone, but she didn’t accept that.
her life wouldn’t be better without josh.
he made her better, he made her braver, he made her feel like the person she
to be, he made her feel
and that was what was important, he made her actually feel something.
yes, he had hurt her.
but he was hurting too, he was lashing out and she should have been there for him, better than she had been.
he had needed the help, the support and despite thinking she had done her
, it still hadn’t been enough and she would
fail him again.
was it a bad idea coming down here alone when you were at full health?
was it an even worse idea when you were sleep deprived, deaf in one ear and still healing from the night that had changed your whole life.
but she was here, stepping through the mines that had been haunting her nightmares.
yet unlike the last time, she wasn’t defenceless, she knew what she might have to do if she came across any wendigos but she wasn’t even focused on that.
her only focus
FINDING JOSH WASHINGTON
she figured the best place to start was where she had left josh and mike.
she knew she shouldn’t have trusted mike to get him out, not after everything else that had happened that night, especially when it came to josh.
but she had no energy to fight him that night and now she wished she had.
maybe she wouldn’t be down here if she had stayed, maybe she would be at home with josh helping him recover from this nightmare.
or maybe she just wouldn’t be here at all.
fingers curl around the flashlight in her hand, not that she really needed the flashlight considering she was wearing her headtorch but she figured the less dark around her, the better she might feel.
she tried her best to ignore the pounding in her chest as she stepped round into the clearing where she had left him and mike.
tongue darts across her lips as she takes a deep breath, hoping if he was here, he could be hiding, she really didn’t want to get stuck down here at night.
calling out his name might be a bad idea, but seeing as this was all a bad idea may as well add a few more,
josh, ” she called out, her voice no higher than a whisper but still ringing clear,
“ josh, where are you?
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