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Josh Hutcherson in Spain.
I can’t hear “This is How We Do It” without thinking of Future Man
Vent:
A new and suddenly very dear friend has been, putting it very lightly, going through hell. We last spoke on Sunday. His phone is his only lifeline, and it was off by Tuesday, my last messages unread after Sunday night. Not like him.
He warned me a couple of times that if he ever suddenly stopped contact, with the senseless crime he sees in his area on a daily basis, it would likely mean he was dead. I laughed it off then, and for the last few days, I’ve been terrified that his words might have come true. I haven’t known him long, but the idea of a world without his strength and fire left me feeling strangely heartbroken.
I kept praying because I didn’t want to believe he was gone. Meanwhile, my heart was growing new scar tissue over him and preparing for the worst.
I scoured the internet for crime news in his area, trying to find word. Nothing. No death notices. I was frantic. He is in the UK. I felt so powerless to do anything and I HATE that feeling.
I wanted more than anything to hear his voice, to hear his response to my last voice message, which basically took me through the first three stages of grief in order to record it. I wanted to hear his big, hearty laugh, for him to call me a silly woman, and sweetly put me in my place for worrying so much. Then we’d laugh together and for one moment we would feel at peace. I prayed to God, please help him. Please keep him safe.
The universe must have felt my distress calls long enough. This morning I woke up to emails and a PayPal request for a penny (the most creative way anyone has ever contacted me) telling me he is safe. He’s been through a lot. Wanted to know if I(!) was okay. He missed me.
He borrowed a friend’s phone later to message me and call me for a couple of minutes. She didn’t take too kindly to that 😂 she was a spitfire.
Today I sang along with the songs playing in the car for the first time this week. The incoming fog bank felt like heaven. I know this world still has him in it. As long as that’s the case, everything will be okay. It’s a long road ahead, but he’ll get through this.
I believe in this man. Praying every night for his protection. God bless and protect my Future Man.
Gotta bring back my corruptedsavior au to the masses again ......
hey ig
idk man my boyfriend made me get an account on here. a little bit about me ig?
my name's raccoon, i'm also known as the lycan. or rcn40, depending on who you ask. i'm a lab experiment + biotic, unfortunately. i really dont know how to do this app. also no matter what my boyfriend tries to tell you, i do NOT have a batman complex, fuck you josh. i don't even know who batman is.
here i am ⬇️
okay uh. bye
(ooc: this is my future man oc!! she's... a lot 🥹 asks are open!!!)
Every time someone writes a fic of Josh futturman being a sub, and angel grows its wings🤔🤔
Binge watching Future Man how have I only now realised that JOSH hutcherson is playing JOSH futterman
this is futturman if you’re wondering ever