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[gotwise]

@lreful​

      𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙇. Don't say anything, don't touch him, just keep your eyes front and pretend like the marks aren't there-- but they are alone. And Vic doesn't want to pretend he didn't see him hurting anymore. It should be okay just this one time, Right? His eyes are soft and his fingers are feather-light as they ghost along the ugly bruise on Henry's jaw, not touching but just barely. Now that he's close he notices the others- the bust in his lip, the cut in his eyebrow. And his heart hurts with every new mark he discovers. " ... you're the strongest guy I know, y'know that Hank? " It's the only thing he can think to say as he fights the urge to cry for him. To grit his teeth and curse whatever fucked up god there was to let a father do this to a son. " I mean it. Stronger than Moose or Belch. You've got brawn and brains- mental strength, y'know? "

[selfdcstructed-archive]

          sam had suggested the flash cards, and honestly it was a great idea. they’d been taking care of kyle for awhile now, trying to figure out how to help him if they could and to get him back to a somewhat functioning level. it was a process, and sometimes all of them got frustrated over the difficulties of communicating. but kyle had gotten better, had picked up a few words to get him by at least. dean was currently showing him a card with a bird on it. “ bird, ” he repeats and points to the picture. he’s got sam’s laptop with a video pulled up for a reference as well. “ biiiirrrrdddd, ” he says again, sounding the word out a little more this time for kyle to imitate as much as he can.

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[applesdrowned-a]

OH  HELL  NO  !!!!  not  this  again.  chad  was  dealing  with  the  shit  constance  was  dolleing  out  hours  before,  lottering  on  his  lawn.  it  inspired  the  stress  nap  he  just  had  awoken  from.  but  now  there  was  some  fucking  kid  outside  ?   great,  wonderful.  time  to  go  bash  some  fucking  heads  in.   hes  out  the  back  door  within  seconds,  face  the  picturesque  of  displeasure.   ❛   contrary  to  popular  believe  my  yard  isn’t  a  communal  hangout.   you  best  beat  it  kid.  or  i  will  call   the  damn  cops  !!!      ❜

@lreful   /  STARTER  CALL.

[moraltown]

@lreful​ for joe!

“It’s almost dinner time,” Ursula cheerily called out from the kitchenette of their small apartment. It had been a few years since she had reunited with her son and she still felt so blessed to have him in her life- to have a real family to care for. “Wash up and come set the table.”

[thccreeps-blog]

@lreful

It didn’t even feel like her house anymore with all these men, practically strangers, roaming around. She couldn’t so much as use the toilet or take a shower without some sexist dudebro knocking on the door, or make herself a sandwich without them whispering to each other and snickering. No longer could she find find comfort or solace in her own home- this was the epicenter of it all.

Today, however, she demanded that the blue-clad men leave the basement and send their leader down to see her. Being Kai’s sister did have a few benefits.

When the councilman descended the stairs, Winter turned to look at him. She was seated at the table, elbow planted on top with her pinkie extended. “Kai. We need to talk.”

[thishorror]

“I don’t know what Coachella is.” lreful // kai

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“You’re such an old man,” she teased, nudging Kai with her shoulder, throwing a bit of her weight into it because she was tiny and he could take it. He was certainly used to it by now. “It’s this big music festival they do every year. I think it’s mostly a bunch of pop singers I don’t give a fuck about but Marilyn Manson was there last year.”

[intelligentmiinds]

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   Peter laughed at the touch of the cold marker tip, not moving any movement to stop the other boy. The teen didn’t know much about the cause of Kyle’s condition but he was gentle -- kind -- and kept his patience. He was sweet. Leaning his cheek against his propped arm, he watched him with a smile.

“ -- yeah! Draw! I brought one for you, too. I know you like to draw so ... I thought you would like to doodle on them. ” Moving his propped arm to his backpack and pulled out another roll, setting it at the table they were sitting at. He wondered if he knew what that meant ... but if Kyle wanted to draw on him instead, it wasn’t like it was a big deal.

[thishorror]

@lreful

“ Get me out of here. ” Andie was clinging to Kai,  panting for breath after running with all her might.  She’s bruised,  malnourished,  not at all dressed for this chilly night air - but she free.  She’s finally fucking free.  But she’s desperate to get far away from here before they notice she’s gone and come out looking for her.  “ Please - please,  help me. ”