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a decade ago, 20 children and 6 staff members were shot and killed in the tragic sandy hook elementary school shooting. today, a decade later, 14 children and 1 teacher had their lives taken at robb elementary school in texas. it’s been a decade, and there has been nothing done to prevent this from ever happening again. may they all rest in peace.

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*maniacal laughter*

 part two is coming

 >:)

dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they’re painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don’t know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library. 

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     Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

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Rest In Peace, Betty White (January 17, 1922 - December 31st, 2021).

Thank you for the laughs.

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Thank you for being a friend.

Estelle Gettlemen: July 25, 1923 - July 22, 2008

Beatrice Arthur: May 13, 1922 - April 25, 2009

Eddi-Rue McClanahan: February 21, 1934 - June 3, 2010

Betty Marion White Ludden: January 17, 1922 - December 31, 2021

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the feminine urge to write for sheriff hassan like a whore <3

#lennie shut up #or dont?!

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true rock music enjoyers only listen to cavemen banging stones together

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dali on tuesday was my top post of the year!! so much thanks!!!!

#lennie shut up

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yhi! i’ve been super ia for like six months, sorry about that, i had some personal stuff going on and then i got a job and promptly got wwe body slammed by a health problem BUT I’M HERE NOW!!!

#lennie shut up

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dalí on tuesday being my best received fic brings much peace and comfort

#lennie shut up

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in conclusion, i’m not writing part two

while i’m here i could give a little roy rogers pt.2 sneak peak 😳

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“i’ll be ia until april”

*forgets about blog*

#lennie shut up

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sindey freedman was so unnecessarily attractive :|

#lennie shut up

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✨ siblings ✨

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People are gonna get tired of constantly reaching out to you, and you not reciprocating. If you haven’t, call the person who always checks on you. Ask them how they are doing. Begin to appreciate the people who care about you. Acknowledge selfish behavior and strive to correct it.

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having eczema is like being an ancient scroll. if im not kept in a cool dark room with a precisely regulated temperature, i will just crumble away.

#not writing #just in pain

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"James no"

—a book by Lily Evans, co-authored by Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes, introduction by Minerva McGonagall with excerpts from "Stop James" by Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, followed by a sequel "James yes" by Sirius Black.

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Puppy Love

Special thanks to anon for requesting this oneshot! I played around with the narration of the first section of the fic - what do y’all think? Lmk! Feedback is always appreciated. This oneshot’s vibe is based off Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray. I’d totally recommend giving it a listen to whilst reading :)

Pairing; Sirius Black x gryffindor!Reader

Word count; 3,249

Warnings; shitty family, brief descriptions of injury (blood), swearing, pining, HURT/COMFORT, soft angst, FLUFF

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Is the future something to worry about? There’s no easy answer. Your future is inevitable and with a sell-by date. No wonder people find comfort in the idea of destiny. But what is destiny? Words of comfort whispered to children who want to be heroes? The fool’s guide to avoiding the irrevocable marching of time that guides us all towards the inevitable death? A luxury granted to those who do good?

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#*falls in love* #this fucking trope #fic recs