#coxxection

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coxxection replied to your post:coxxection replied to your post:coxxection replied...

rude. no replies for you.

bye friend

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coxxection replied to your post:SO FAR 3 PPL HAVE ASKED IF JOSH IS WEARING PANTS....

*waggles eyebrows*

dont u dare

thirtylcve replied to your post:SO FAR 3 PPL HAVE ASKED IF JOSH IS WEARING PANTS....

i have no idea what the context is but i’m laughin

context is irrelevant here tbh this Says something

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“Sam.” He shakes her shoulder roughly, trying to rouse her out of sleep on the couch. “Sam, we have a basement. I need you to explore it with me.”

Nevermind the fact that his mother told him to never ever go down there for no particular reason. Well, apart from the fact that the lightbulb’s popped. And apparently only Tom can navigate the basement well enough.

But seeing as both parents are out of town, and Ruth is at her paternal grandparents’ home for tonight...

“Samantha.”

It’ll be fun. Or at least something to do.

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coxxection replied to your post:( hey all. pls consider giving my new hannibal...

CAN HANNIBAL BE SAMS THERAPIST K THANKS.

GIRL U DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO ASK

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Light streamed through the windows of the waiting room as Josh sat down, his items held in a bag which rested by his knee. The chair squeaked slightly as he shifted, trying to get comfortable. It wouldn’t be long, now. His psychiatrist had done her best in helping him, earnestly trying to give him something of a more positive outlook on the situation — not that that was entirely possible. At first, he hadn’t wanted to even try. There didn’t seem to be a point. So many of his friends had died that dreadful night, partly due to his own actions, no less. 

To think he deserved to walk about free of guilt wasn’t a thought Josh was willing to even consider.

Again, he shifted in his seat, uncertainty clear in his very posture, one hand raising to idly pick at the jagged scars lining his left cheek. You’re not a monster, they’d told him. But what did they know? They hadn’t seen the horrors that remained on the mountain. The only reason he felt any sign of relief was because he knew he’d soon be with people who understood. People he trusted. The hallucinations had stopped, thankfully; at least their diagnosis of him seemed to be correct, for once. The meds did help. Altogether, it made Josh’s nights a bit more restful, though at night, his dreams still reigned free. He had a feeling those wouldn’t go away for a while, if at all. The thought of seeing Mike made him nervous, though he didn’t intend on admitting so. What if things had changed in the time that’d passed? What if Mike didn’t want to see him? Dwelling on possibilities wouldn’t make things any better, he knew, but that didn’t stop him from worrying.

Someone called out his name and Josh’s head rose, fingers curling ‘round the strap of his backpack. As the door opened, he stood, pulling his bag over one shoulder. His heart was racing. He didn’t want them to see the scars — proof of what he’d been. But he couldn’t hide them forever.

“Hey..”

[glaciesregina-blog]

I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.

Sass Meme {Accepting}

     A huff of a humorless laugh parts her lips. “As if. I’d honestly like to see you try. It’d be a nice break from your ‘world peace’ facade.”

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           there’s something really nice about this that he doesn’t want to name. josh finds that the moment he identifies something as what it is, it suddenly gets a lot less fun, and a lot more demanding of his emotions. which is why, when he invited sam over to go get lunch, he tends to make sure he thinks nothing of it.

           he pays a little extra attention to his outfit, actually tries to find something other than sweaters and cargo shorts to wear. he settles on a faded blue button up and jeans. that’s not overthinking this, that’s not too fancy. he’s fine.

                                            ( he’s thinking about it a little bit. )

           and, okay, he calls her. and puts her on speakerphone while he gets dressed. no biggie.

                                 ❛❛still down ? i hear they got new cakes.❜❜ naturally.

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