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"Put me out of my misery, young man"

#the boy and the heron #the boy and the heron fanart #fanart #studio ghibli #ghibli films #ghibli fanart #something about the pelican and their struggle symbolising mahitos grief #and him putting it out of its misery #which in turn would save the wara waras and allow them to be born #born again #something about healing #and grieving #ughgdgf #my art #@sevos.art

to louis, zayn, niall, and harry,

i love you with everything that i am. i hope you know that whatever you need- whether space and time or a new project or a life spent away from the limelight (indefinitely or for forever)- is exactly what you should do. it’s okay. none of us are going anywhere. we’ll always be right here. this shit is forever, babies.

finding you in this life is what makes everything feel like it might someday be okay. i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you. please take care of yourselves.

i love you.

-lexie xx

#been writing a lot of open letters #and thinking a lot #and mourning a lot #and listening to music and crying #and thinking #and grieving #and feeling so much love for these five boys who changed my life #always and forever

So no third It Lives book?

#miles shitposts #it lives in the woods #it lives beneath #ilitw #choices #playchoices #pixelberry #it lives anthology #i am FURIOUS #and GRIEVING #what the fuuuuuuuuck

Currently thinking about Dean wrestling Sammy out of his burning apartment, Sam fighting to run back into the fire. For a while, Sam is numb, able to distract himself with talking to cops and fire inspectors, comb through soot and ash for anything salvageable. And there’s her parents, grief-stricken and talking to Sam like they know him, shooting glances at Dean like they want him gone.

But Dean sticks around, knows that the pain is going to hit Sam soon and he can’t leave him to shoulder that alone. They’re fifty miles out of town and headed east when it hits, and Dean watches Sam’s face crumple and he thinks that might break his heart, if it hadn’t broken years ago.

Dean pulls into the first motel they come to, half-carries Sam into a room and shoves a half-empty bottle of whiskey at him. And Sam gets drunk, and alternates between blaming himself for leaving and swearing vengeance on the thing that killed her, and Dean sits with him, tries to find the right words but everything he can think of sticks in his throat.

He wants to feel sympathy, he wants to be the brother Sam needs right now, and he can pretend but he can’t fool himself. Because Sam was his first, until he decided that Dean wasn’t good enough, wasn’t normal enough. And there’s a horrible part of his soul that’s glad that Sam’s “normal” went up in smoke.

Jealous of a dead girl, how fucked up is that?

Fucked up enough that Dean doesn’t protest when Sam pulls him into a hug, falls back onto the bed and drags Dean down with him. Fucked up enough to get a king, fucked up enough that he’d almost convinced himself that he just wanted to hold Sam, give him comfort in his grief.

Sam’s squirming around beneath him, and Dean thinks Sam wants him off, tries to roll away, but Sam’s kicking his jeans off and tugging at Dean’s belt. “Please, Dean,” and his voice is rough with whiskey and tears, “please, make me forget?”

And Dean’s just fucked up enough to say “yes.”

#wincest #wincest ficlet #mine #dubcon #because sam is drunk #and grieving #i don't know #been thinking about sam and dean breaking up when sam left for college #and then dean shows up years later #and sam has a girlfriend #who is about to be a fiancee #and how awkward is that?#imagine #having to console your soulmate for the death of your replacement

Just watched Endgame for the third time and I am still not okay

#endgame #aw man its a painful watch #i love you 3000 #nat deserved more #tony deserved more #im still heartbroken #and grieving #im so glad they won but it cost everything man #whatever it takes #far from home is gonna be even more painful

More headcanons: Road Trips!

The very creative @organanation has asked for headcanons, so I shall provide. I’m always ready to talk about those! (It’s the actual writing that intimidates me at times.) Here’s a happy one that’s been swimming around in my brain for a few months.

When Leia was a child and teen, Breha would take her on speeder trips, just the two of them. They got some fun mother daughter time while Leia got to know Alderaan and its people from a “regular” citizen’s perspective. You see, they traveled incognito, assuming the roles of everyday people (non-royals). Leia loved it. She had her mother to herself! And they had adventures, often taking the “road” less traveled, through small towns and breathtaking landscapes.

How exactly would they travel? In a “piece-of-shit” speeder, of course! When 6 year-old Leia caught her first glimpse of that beater, her eyes grew wide as she exclaimed “We’re going in that thing?” Putting her arm around her nonplussed little daughter, a grinning Breha responded, “She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kiddo.” It had a souped-up engine so they could make a speedy getaway if needed, but on the outside, it was really a POS. And sometimes the ridiculous really did happen, because the rust-speckled thing was ancient. At one point Breha and Leia had to tie the back doors shut with a rope. Another time, the muffler fell off, so their POS became a REALLY LOUD POS. Leia would console herself by thinking, “At least it’s a convertible POS,” and let’s face it: Those two had so much structure in their lives, so they loved the adventure, the spontaneity, of their now beloved POS.

To complement her sense of adventure, Leia developed practical skills as well. Not wanting to attract too much attention in the quite possible event of speeder problems, she took it upon herself to learn a bit about basic speeder maintenance and repair, something that would boost her self-confidence and independence, and serve her well in the years to come.

Shortly after the Battle of Yavin, Leia found that showing this knowledge was a surprise (and a bit of a turn-on) to one Han Solo. He was thrilled to see this side of her, where she showed interest in his ship, helping out when she could. Working with her hands provided her with an escape from both tedium and pain. She felt such satisfaction when she could fix something and see the results right there. Her life had been marred by uncontrollable tragedy, so fixing a tiny part of a ship seemed inconsequential. But it wasn’t inconsequential. It was a way she could remember her time with her mother, to honor that time, to grieve, while also being productive. And each part she fixed gave her more confidence, more hope… and a chance to celebrate with Han for a job well done.