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YOU ARE THE REASON
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin

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@jfcidgafayo
morganathewolf ->->-> jfcidgafayo
Rewatching Criminal Minds and my morcia feelings are reappearing...
I just love them so much!!!
Yes, I'm watching the shooting episode
Why is it that the absolute best, 200k-word, life-ruining fanfics only reveal themselves past midnight, when I have responsibilities, alarms, and a fragile adult reputation to maintain the next morning?
Anyway. See y'all when I’m emotionally attached to fictional people and wildly unprepared for the morning.
I love how The Pitt is doing everything in their power for us to hate Robby. So we don't riot too much when he doesn't come back for next season. They are really saying: "Let's make this depressing suicidal old man as despicable as we can just to not face the backlash 9-1-1 faced when they killed Bobby Nash".
It seems to be working for a lot of fans, but there is a lot of us out there that LOVE complex characters with so many flaws that we will riot not matter what if that Despicable Man ends up killing himself and not coming back.
i need you to understand that we owe trinity santos everything for nicknaming dennis 'huckleberry' because the likelihood that the ship between dennis and robby could have been 'dobby' is very high so let's all love and praise trinity ok?
I got plenty of them besides dobby lmao I have thought about it a lot
Debby, Michennis, Dennchel, Michaker, Whitchel, Dennavitch, Robinaker, Whitavitch, M&D, MichDen, Dennychel, RoviWhits...
But yeah, Hucklerobby is perfect tbh
If anyone has any good vibes to spare, please send them my way today. I have a third round job interview and I would realllllly like this job 😭🥹
I just know that by the end of season 2, Robby is gonna be put into innvoluntary psychiatric hold. Its doesn’t matter by who. Whether by Abbot, Whitaker, or even freaking Gloria.
LOCK THAT SUICIDAL BOY UP!!!
Yes, you're allowed to steal/borrow/use this photo made by me for yall girlies
Oh, to love a Huckleberry.
I think they are the opposite sides of the same coin.
Both are dogs, one is a trembling puppy in need of praise, and the other is a rabid puppy with blood on his muzzle.
And I love them the same.
I'm pretty sure this is how they felt back then in the Dark Ages.
Do I have several fics downloaded for this specific issue on my phone/tablet/computer/bf phone/mom phone/daughter ipad/kindle/washing machine? Yes, yes I do.
Do I still scream my heart out seeing this on my screen when I try to check a new story?
Me:
There are two kind of craziness in this world. Those who write 1/ONE chapter with 50k+ words. And those who write 8/∞ chapters with 3k- words.
Now tell me which one is the craziest.
dare I say spot the difference
this was so muppet-coded of him
Here, for you and all the girlies ✨️🔥
They argue like it’s oxygen, like love needs noise to live, complaints traded like vows neither will ever forgive. One runs toward danger, the other swears the whole way there, yet somehow they always arrive side by side, prepared. Jokes stitched over bullet wounds, sarcasm holding the line, pain learned how to soften when filtered through “you’re mine.” They build a home out of cases, out of late nights and trust, out of staying when leaving would be easier, just. Fear is spoken loudly, devotion never is, but it shows in the quiet way one hand always finds his. No rings, no speeches. Just choice, repeated again: two lives tangled forever, amen and amen.
They were intertwined together before either knew each name, etched into futures neither could ever reclaim.
One raised by destiny, one bent beneath its weight, their lives struck flint on flint, collision teaching them their fate.
The prophecy did not bind them kind; it taught them how to break.
Between the blows of fate they learned to stand as one, to meet the dark together, not to yield, not to run.
In quiet acts of shared laughter, blood, and breath, they found a hand that stayed, defiant even death.
A friend not forged by ease but chosen in the mess.
In gentler hours where love learned how to kneel and stay, devotion spoken softly, never named, never betrayed.
Then death came robed in quiet, swift and undeserved, and tore from the wizard’s hands the life he’d always served.
The prophecy still binds him now, forever breaking him.
Can I say this is one of the best app out there for keeping track of all my fanfiction reading? I'm joined exactly January 1st at 9 am, and two hours later I bought the annual subscription, because it is That worth it. I have everything organised as I wish, I don't have to search or add too much, just paste the link and the app does the rest (ship, tags, summary, words, chapters, and more). And yes, I bought the subscription because I wanted to add photos to my shelves and the fanfics, but it wasn't even necessary to do that, you can definitely use it for free. But trust me, the subscription is totally worth it.
This is exactly all that I read this month. And I'm thrilled that it shows exactly how many words and fics and authors I've read so far. I am in love, and nobody can change my mind.
I gave him my heart in the shape of my son,
no questions, no armor, no need to outrun.
If he could safe my heart, then so could I breathe,
even when doubt whispered I had less to give.
I’ve never been certain I’m enough to stay,
but I trusted him with my son anyway.
I see him as steady, as brave as they come,
a man who keeps standing though the damage is done.
He carries his weight like it’s his alone,
so I reach for the cracks he pretends aren’t shown.
If loving him means helping him finally rest,
then easing his burden is loving him best.