#gwh

[velvetbags]

famous baseball player!chuckie x his biggest fan!will walk with me now

[real-odark]

this shot kills me because why is chuckie looking at his breath against the glass like he just discovered he's human. wills left and he starts to have an understanding of the being he is that isnt just an attachment to the boy hes known all his life?? whos carried him through everything and hes delivered back like a sad, loyal old dog to its owner??? hes just finding out hes is own person too and even if he never makes it out of southie he can live like this knowing will did???? hes finally taking the exhale hes been subconsciously holding his whole life because his best friend did it, hes gone????? bro. Bro.

[avraide]

pls hmu if you like gwh😇

[shes--gone--away]

bracelets and keychain :3

[augusta-in-the-rain]

Brainwave inspired by the very first dance in A Discovery of Witches, which I only started watching 3 days ago because of @butternuggets-blog -so you know who to blame if you hate it. You know ;)

Also honourable mention to @fizzyxcustard because I was imagining her reaction as I was writing this and it was very motivating 😂*

You can imagine

*For some reason, you are travelling with Guy. (Enemies to lovers, there was only one… path, it’s pick your own adventure.) One summer day you stop to rest in the fields near a village. There’s a faire and you can hear the songs and music from the midsummer dances. Guy wants to dance but you’re sure you can’t. (In my case, because I think I’d step on him so much he’d need to amputate a toe but again, pick your own adventure. Ymmv. This is my daydream!👀😳)*

You’re resting against a tree, relaxing in the rare sun. The faint scent of grass and hay, meadowsweet and wild chamomile, which always reminded you oddly of apples, perfumes the air. Your eyes are starting to close when Guy walks up and stands over you expectantly. He comes into focus after you blink a couple of times to clear the sleep from your eyes, in his black chemise (his leathers had been left behind in the dust and heat of summer.) Guy reaches a hand down to you.

“Care to dance?”

Your heart drops. You’d love nothing more, but you know you can’t.

“I’m sorry, I… I would but I’m really tired. Really tired, otherwise..”. you trail off, hating every word you force out. A tiny moment of disappointed hesitation, then he nods and takes a step back. You sigh and your guilt wins over your pride.

“I’m really clumsy, you don’t want to dance with me, believe me” you admit.

Guys smirks; not the cold smirk he wears as Vaisey’s tool, the other one that means he’s actually amused. The smirk you thought made him look younger and less tarnished, even if you could never say such a thing out loud.

“And I never had the opportunity to learn, as it happens. Let’s pretend, just today. Humour me.” He raises his eyebrows expectantly.

In your mind, you smell smoke and fire, and you hear the echo of loss, so you give him your hand and let him dance you to the distant music of other people’s celebrations.

[piggledy-higgledy]

Did tumblr just move the fucking pencil and give me a heart attack?

[screamingatlightningbugs]

i am not dead i swear

but left arrow done

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