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xero013 · 10 months

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"You could never get rid of us."

"Of course I can't."

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(Added this to the recent chapter of the collection)

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smolmakerel · 9 months

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"Do you sit down in the shower, Tara?"

Tara blinked in surprised before narrowing her eyes. "What?"

Her new therapist, Abby Turner, was staring at her with a relaxed expression of genuine curiosity. She didn't really look the part of a therapist, sitting there in a yellow cardigan that matched the socks with SpongeBob on them. If anything, she looked a lot like a teacher Tara had in second grade minus the thick rimmed glasses.

"Do you sit down whenever you take a shower?" Abby asked again, shifting to cross her legs. She drew her fingernail over the metal clip of her clipboard.

Still, Tara was taken aback by such a question. She felt oddly seen through.

"Why?" Tara shot back instead.

Abby laughed softly. "There's no need to be defensive. I was going over our notes from last time and thought about what you said."

What she said? What did Tara say, exactly?

"I don't remember saying anything bad," mumbled Tara.

"No, nothing bad. I'm sorry if I made you panic."

At that, Tara hardened her gaze and looked away. Leave it to the therapist to know when her thoughts were spiraling out of control. God, Tara only had 7 sessions with her, and Abby thought she knew everything about Tara.

"It's ok if you do," Abby went on to say. Tara's face soured, and Abby unfortunately caught that. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Another one?" Tara tried to joke, but Abby saw through her facade. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to play 20 questions."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Why do you sit down in the shower?"

"Because... I uh..."

"Take your time."

Tara was at a loss for words. Why did she sit down in the shower? She never really noticed she did it until Abby sent her back with homework to figure out things she noticed about her dailey routine. Which included an hour long shower; Tara would be sitting in the tub allowing the hot water to hit her back. While she sat, tremors would rack her body and her irritation would rise.

"I get in the shower in the morning," Tara explained slowly, still processing her thoughts. "Before class so no one has to see me all... icky."

"And do you think there might be another reason for sitting down?" Abby inquired. "I only ask because of your water bottle comment."

Tara looked unsure at that. She brought her hands to her lap to fidget with her nails. The comfortable gray armchair she sat on never felt more uncomfortable under the watchful eye of her therapist.

"S-Sorry, but I don't remember talking about that."

"That's ok," her therapist assured her. "Last time, you talked about how you needed to clean your room. You have a lot of water bottles on your table and floor, clothes in your bed."

Recognition flashed in Tara's eyes. "Right. Sorry."

"Depression and anxiety after a traumatic event is completely normal, Tara. In fact, I would be surprised if you didn't have one of those with what you've been through."

Tara shrugged. "It's nothing. Other people have been through more than me; I'm just being selfish."

Selfish. She had always been selfish; even her own mother thought so, and she made sure to remind Tara anytime she was in town.

Abby wrote something down, nodding to herself as if all of Tara's issues were understandable now.

"I sit on the floor," Tara suddenly said in the uncomfortable silence. She didn't look at her therapist at all, ashamed. "I get so... tired sometimes. And it isn't because of the metal in my leg! It's me! I wake up tired, go through the day angry because of how tired I am, and go to sleep tired. But then I can't sleep and I just..." She huffed in frustration, nails dug into her palms. "I don't know what to do."

Abby leaned back in her chair and flipped her clipboard over on her lap. Her eyes watched Tara's face closely.

"Is there anything you have that could help you sleep?" Abby asked. "A stuffed animal, a nightlight...?"

Tara's mind immediately drifted to her older sister. Sam was strong enough to keep Tara's night terrors away, yet she's soft enough to wrap Tara in her arms and calm her down. No matter how much Tara yells and sobs in her sleep, no matter the bloody scratch marks on her arms, no matter how Tara dissociates to protect herself. Sam was always there.

"No," Tara claimed instead.

Abby cocked her head. "And your sister isn't willing to help you?"

Tara shook her head. "No, she is but... I don't want to bother her with my problems."

Abby flipped her clipboard back over and wrote something down. Tara wanted to chuck the damn thing out the window. She lowered the clipboard again.

"Based on what you've told me about your sister, she sounds like just the person you need at night," Abby pointed out with a soft smile. "I'm sure she'd be willing to help if you asked."

'But I can't!' The words burn acid on Tara's tongue.

"Ok."

Fuck.

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Tara raised her hand at Sam's door and drew it into a fist. It hovered in the air for a long few seconds.

Then she knocked.

The door opened not even a second later, and Sam was standing there rubbing her eyes.

"Tara?" Sam mumbled. She instantly woke up, eyes darting over Tara looking for some sort of injury. "Are you ok? What are you doing up right now?"

"Can... Can I sleep in here with you?" Tara asked and before Sam could respond, she was babbling. "I'm sorry if I woke you up with this. Fuck, I'm so stupid. This was a mistake, I didn't mean to wake you up with my stupid problems. I-I'll go back to my room. Sorry -"

"Tara."

Tara's breathing hitched when Sam gently cupped her face, and - Oh. That was actually kind of nice. She sank into the warmth of Sam's palms.

"Let's go to bed, ok?" Sam whispered.

Tara nodded, throat thick with emotion. "Ok."

It was about 20 minutes later when they were settled in Sam's bed. Tara was dozing off finally, face buried into Sam's chest as her arms wrapped around her.

She stirred slightly when Sam kissed the top of her head. Her fingers tucked a few strands of hair out of Tara's face.

"I love you, Tara," Sam muttered.

Tara, too exhausted to say anything, simply turned her head and kissed Sam on the palm. She settled back down and relaxed into a peaceful sleep.

#scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #I was tempted to make the therapist bad but then I thought of my therapist and how nice she is and thought “better not”#They're so soft for each other #I'm still figuring out how to write them tbh #So enjoy while I'm working on breaking your hearts in my next post #Tara learning how to ask for help after everything #She trusts Sam but doesn't trust herself #And it's all because of Christina fucking Carpenter #Fuck Christina Carpenter #My writing

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iamthecomet · 4 months

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it's been one hell of a day for me, not in the best way either, so I'm rolling in my aethdew comfort zone and want to share some thoughts c:

SO I always hc Cirrus and Cumulus are a mated pair, before they were even summoned, and that's why they were summoned together. in the Pit, most clans are predominantly one ghoul type and mating isn't very common

the band ghoul pack is a big mix though, very different to the Pit, and perfect for Copia's ghouls. however, Aether and Dew have tiptoed around mating for a long time because it never feels like the right time or they wonder what would happen when they return to the Pit. now Aether's retired though, I imagine the ghouls returned and Dew knew for certain he wants to mate Aether now, Pit and 'normal clan etiquette' be damned. all the other ghouls breathe a sigh of relief because 'fucking finally'

Oh no my HEART. I'm imaging Dew coming home, gluing himself to Aether's side and not leaving for days. No one sees them apart. Always touching. And maybe Dew's a little quieter than usual. Thoughtful. Chewing on his lip while they all cuddle up in the common room and watch TV. His fingers entwined with Aethers. I bet, a week in, a week of being home and back together, Dew finally looks at him--really looks at him. Clarity in his eyes. "Let's do it."

And Aether's puzzled. Do what? Head cocked, he looks at Dew with fondness that makes Dew's heart soar and he has to force the words out because god he's nervous and they've talked about it before but Dew as never ready but he is now--after all this time apart he knows it. Had felt Aether's phyiscal absence like a missing limb and knows now--offical or not--they're already mated. It's already done. And when he tells him, words halting and hard to spit out--vulnerability he isn't good at sharing. Aether stares at him, dumstruck for thirty seconds. Breath caught in his chest as he realizes that his firefly has realized what Aether has known all along. He's finally caught up.

And then, Aether kisses him like it's the first time.

#comet canons #Dewther #Aethdew #Aether/Dewdrop #Dewdrop ghoul #Aether ghoul #They're so soft for each other

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zofi-persson-quotes · 22 days

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Green: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Purple: Hi.

Green: melts down in a flustered heap of softness

#alan becker #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #ava green #ava purple #green x purple #they're so soft for each other #zofi's quotes

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nick-nellson · 1 year

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#midnight museum #midnightmuseumedit #gun atthaphan #tor thanapob #dome x khatha #khathadome #usernuria #tusersilence #tuserhidden #*#these may look like trash but idc i loved this part!!!#they're so soft for each other

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tizniz · 3 months

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i used to write almost entirely angst.

i used to struggle with soft and fluff and cute.

and now i'm spewing out that crap like it's nothing.

what have you people done to me?

i mean LOOK at this shit:

Eddie, who normally abhors shopping and will happily buy the exact same shirt in five different colours, had found himself enjoying the shopping trip with Buck. His boyfriend had, of course, done research on the best brands and styles. He had chattered away as they searched through their options, pointing out ridiculous colours that had Eddie’s eyes hurt and nose wrinkling. Buck’s laughter and happy tone had made it all worth it though.

#tanis rambles #tanis writes #they're so soft for each other #it's almost disgusting #if it wasn't so cute #i blame nicole james and ellie #y'all have RUINED me #tagging this because it deserves it #buddie

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hellcheerficdatabase · 8 months

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I'm Yours (No Refunds)

Author: hangonsilvergirl

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

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Eddie puts his hands on either side of Chrissy’s face, so that they’re both standing there in the middle of her bedroom, gripping one another about the head like they’re about to start wrestling. “Christine Cunningham,” he says slowly, aggressively enunciating: “I, Edward Munson, want to have sexual intercourse, with you. Right now, please. Or in the very, very near future.”

“Sexual intercourse,” Chrissy repeats, dazed, like she’s high on the news.

“Yes. I would like to get it on with you, Cunningham. Indulge in some hanky-panky. Ya know? Coitus? Copulation? A bit of the old in-out? Whatever innuendo brings you back to this plane of reality and lets me take your pants off.”

“Really?” Chrissy squeaks, teetering on the edge of accepting what he’s saying.

“Holy shit, Chrissy, yes,” Eddie says. “Do I need to throw you over my shoulder caveman-style or something? I’ll tattoo it on my forehead if you want. I’m ready to have sex now, Chrissy. Can we, please?”

Eddie decides to give Chrissy his virginity for Valentine's Day.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, Virgin!Eddie, smut, idiots in love, Eddie is a lil shit, they're so soft for each other, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed

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mordsfesch · 1 year

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Good news, I re-watched "Wir sind die Guten" and it's still amazing.

#tatort #tatort münchen #episode: wir sind die guten #Had to make sure nothing changed #they're so soft for each other #and gay and stupid #and married #and i had to cry a little #and i want to write about it #and franz with an axe 🪓#and and and #I'm having a lot of feeling about this you guys

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furoruisa · 2 years

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So? Come scream with me in my asks 💕

#benvi #ben x devi #they're frenemies #they're so soft for each other #also kamala and nalini this season wuau #also we need more aneesa bi journey #she just like me fr

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unpersoniverse · 3 months

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I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

#totally inspired by taylor swift's song gorgeous #you know that line #you make me so happy it turns back to sad ??#these two before they got together #then they been dating so long and still look at each other and go😡 can't 😡 believe 😡 you're😡mine😡i 😡love😡you😡#god bless korrasami #yeah #korrasami #korra #asami sato #my art #fanart #tlok #avatar the legend of korra #atla #wlw #valentines day #these two being soft for and only each other are my weakness bye #they're in love your honor

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xero013 · 11 months

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Day and Night🌇🌆

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canisalbus · 4 months

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the anon saying they wish vaschete were plushies inspired me

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#oh no #oh #oh boy #they're adorable #I'm sorry but I'm just mentally smooshing their soft round little heads together #their expressions!#the teensy paws #really feeling that cute aggresion #you made their faces translate into simplified plush form so well #I'd be lying if I said it never crossed my mind how neat it would be to have plushies of them #not as merch but like to keep as mascots and have them sit contently next to each other in some nook of my home #I'm not completely hopeless at sewing but I've never designed patterns quite as complex as this #and I think commissioning a professional for a set is likely beyond my budget so eh one can dream #gift art #makedamnsvre #own characters #Machete #Vasco #from a technical point of view #I feel like I'd be adamant about keeping Vasco's ombre ears and muzzle but they could be potentially difficult to execute #unless you airbrushed them by hand or something I don't know how this works #and I'd probably be really picky about the texture of Machete's fluff as well #finding a faux fur with the right length curl and springiness might be hard #honestly I think I might have easier time if I tried art doll/ooak route because that permits more painting and sculpting than pure sewing #but then the squish factor would suffer

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guardian-angle22 · 6 months

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Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> Comfort Kisses

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tarlos #tarlosedit #tarlosweddingcelebration #tk strand #carlos reyes #I was very uncertain if I could include the first one in the 'kiss' category #but I did a Poll of the People (aka a few mutuals) to find out if they thought a neck kiss was occurring and I was told YES #shout out to those mutuals I hit up with that random question out of the blue. y'all are the real mvps #I just love the way they comfort each other #the bottom two are by far my favorite comfort kiss moments in this #they're so soft with each other in those moments #my gifs

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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I will forever love seeing Luffy and Nami holding Zoro's swords. He's so protective of those three but it's not even because he fears something might happen to them, but because he's scared something might happen to the crew and himself if he doesn't have them with him. They're like extra limbs. The ones he uses to fight and protect and breathe. He feels uneasy whenever his swords aren't around him, and that is just a fact. You can't deny that he feels comfort in having them by his side at all times, knowing that he'll be able to protect the crew from any dangers. They're tied to his heart and soul in a way that if he loses sight of them he might actually lose himself too. So he does not enjoy seeing his swords in somebody else's hands. They can disappear, he will find them. They can run away, he will follow. They can break, he trusts them not to but if they do, he will keep going carrying their bond with him still. But he doesn't like seeing them in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But.

But sometimes Luffy acts like he knows what he's doing and actually asks for permission instead of just taking what he wants. As if crossing Zoro's boundaries would be unforgivable, when he knows Zoro would give him anything he wanted to take from him. But he asks. He asks, with a careful, polite, deep voice Zoro isn't used to hearing. But it always ends with the softest of smiles and the petition reaches a place inside of Zoro's heart that he just knows has also touched his swords. So he lets him, because how could he not, and he runs his fingers through all of them. Amazed. Astonished. Respectfully talking to them as if they could hear him. And they can. Zoro knows they hear and feel and love and crave and long for his captain's touch. He knows, because he does too. Because who wouldn't? Luffy holds them in a way he never holds anything else- Carefully. Like they aren't his. Like befriending somebody he fears might reject him. Like taking hold of Zoro's heart and holding him so gently in case he might break him. He worships them as if he weren't the god in this relationship. He looks handsome, too. Not pretty. Not cute. Handsome. Mature. His hat covers his adventurous gaze but leaves his mischievous grin for the whole world to see. And yet, the swordsman trusts him enough. Without any look or any word. He knows Luffy's face by heart, he realizes, now that he can picture his eyes quite too perfectly under his hat. His skin glistens under the sun and his tender fingers hold the sword with so much clumsiness it looks dumb. He doesn't know how to hold them, yet they don't want to move away from him. It's clumsy but it takes over them. Maybe it's his haki. Maybe it's the effect the future king of the pirates has. Zoro thinks it's just him. Luffy. And his heart stops the second Luffy smiles, as if he had just heard the sword respond to him. He wants to kiss him. Bite him. Let him bite back and draw blood and eat him. Let him hold him the way he holds the swords but tighter. Closer. Maybe he's in love. Zoro. With Luffy. It's not a maybe. Who is he trying to trick? He knows he is in love. With the way he smiles and the way he holds and the way he wants but respects and loves. It's funny like that, the fact that Luffy keeps being so careful when Zoro would let him tear his heart apart and eat it if he so desired. It's funny that the swords love him with such gentleness when they often demand power. Perhaps kindness is the most powerful weapon of all or, at least, Luffy's most powerful skill. Zoro hates it when somebody else holds them because they don't own them. They don't own him. He doesn't even own his swords, anyway. Nobody can. They're his the same way he's theirs, just with a bit more dominance and respect. But Luffy isn't owning them. He's praying to them. Talking to them. Befriending them. Loving them. And they would bow to him if he so desired. Zoro knows they would, as fierce as they are and violent as they seem and as sharp as they cut. They'd bow to him because Zoro would too. The uneasiness does not exist when Luffy is the one to hold them because, if Zoro had to give out his soul for somebody to take care of, that would be Luffy. And if he has to be unprotected. Naked. Bare in front of a thousand soldiers. He will if it's Luffy the one fighting instead.

Sometimes Nami wants to hold them just to feel what it's like to be in Zoro's shoes. It's a stupid reason. He refuses to let her do it as an instinctive reaction at first. She doesn't seem as interested in following the protocol as Luffy is, but she knows where to stop and she knows what to say to get on Zoro's nerves, anyway. She's equally as fierce. Equally as sharp. He won't let her hold any cursed sword, but it's not like she wants to. She's smarter than that. Careful and respectful but not that interested in the swords and what they mean, more in how they feel. Zoro gets it. Kind of. Somehow. She says something about always letting them eat her precious tangerines, so he should humor her by letting her hold Wado at least. She isn't pushing him. He knows she wouldn't. She's just teasing because she knows. She always knows. She knows he will say yes. Because he always does what she says, although he keeps demanding a bit of respect to not be treated like a dog. But Nami never forces him to do anything. He could refuse. She would give up at some point. But there's just something about her- Stubbornness. Strength. Love. So much love and care and worry and anger. And Zoro likes her. She's selfish, too, like a pirate should be. Stronger than Zoro in the ways that matter. Smarter, too, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. But she leads the way and he follows, not because that's a dog's job, but because he wants to. He trusts her. Something he never thought he would. But he does. She's smart. She leads the way. She knows where they're going. They somehow are the same and totally different at the same time. Zoro grounds Luffy when he gets lost. Nami leads them both so they won't. So there's something about her curiosity that makes him soften. He never knows exactly why he does what she says. Why he indulges her like that. But it's satisfying, for some reason he refuses to read within himself, the satisfactory and pleased grin on her face when he hands her Wado. She's careful with her. Awful at holding her. Bad posture. Great smile. Horrible movements. Beautiful eyes. It's okay, though, he thinks. Wado likes her because Zoro likes her. Nami loses interest within a minute, complaining about the weight and the sudden realization of "you always have this thing in your mouth" which makes her want to give her back. But she stares at her for a whole minute. It isn't her thing, but her eyes spark when the sword is returned to Zoro. Trust. A smile. Thankfulness. Her bangs are getting a bit longer and one strand of hair gets in the middle of her teasing smirk. She says she prefers her clima-tact, but swords are fine, "I guess". "She's pretty" she says. Zoro thinks she is pretty. Nami. In a way he can't quite describe because he has never really been good at that. But she is. Like a blade. Sharp. But in the right hands this time for her not to cut the ones she loves anymore. She hands him a tangerine next, every time he lets her hold his sword. An exchange. "I give you something that matters. You give me something that matters". Zoro wants to say it's not the same, but the tangerine is sweet. Juicy. His fingers then smell strongly of citrus. Almost as similar as steel. If he can feel Nami's heartbeat in every bite, he wonders if she has been able to hear his in the hilt of his sword. Calm. Peaceful. Safe.

Zoro doesn't like seeing his swords in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.

But sometimes it does.

#romance dawn trio my beloved #btw it's not meant to be romantic between zoro and nami they're besties and love each other deeply #however it is meant to be extremely romantic between zoro and luffy zoro is very very gay #what is this? idk. why did i write this? idk.#this maybe does not make any sense and i do not care okay #i am just vibing here #as you can see this was supposed to be a short post. it wasn't #i just think there's something about zoro letting nami and luffy hold his swords it makes me soft #this was supposed to be about ALL the crew but the bond these three have is important to me so let's leave it like this #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #nami #romance dawn trio #zolu

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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A cold winter day, and for some reason Howdy is unusually fluffy and Barnaby loves it

NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND i think about them w/ winter coats So Fucking Much its not even funny-

#FLUFF² #double the fluff... double the fruitiness...#them separately: ugh i hate having a winter coat its too warm & sheds horrible #them when they see each other: omg winter coat 💘💘💘💘🥺🥺🥺🥺🤌🤌🤌🤌#perfect for huddling up outside to keep warm <3 #and ignore how uncomfortable it'd be when they go inside #they're standing across the room from each other mutually like 'i love you but youre too warm rn'#but step back outside? glued together babeyyyyyyyy #rambles from the bog #scribble salad #laughingstock #i feel like their colors change slightly too...#i imagine howdy's green is more blue-leaning than its normal yellow-leaning hue #and barnaby has a tinge of purple to his blue #i imagine that they're constantly like 'omg youre so soft... omg youre so plush.... omg youre so cozy... omg youre so handsome... omg-'#anyway this was an Excellent warmup thank you!!!!#and a great excuse to finally scribble them Fluffier!!! thank you!!!!!#k im gonna go have dinner since im starting to get lightheaded & rewatch some SW:Rebels uhhhhh enjoy enjoy!!

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bloodfreak-boyking · 3 months

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just make out already

#i tried to make gifs of this for HOURS #but the gifs don't do the longing looks justice #the way that they look at each other so soft and vulnerable even when they're fighting #im gonna be physically ill #emma rewatches spn #2x4 children shouldn't play with dead things #spn #wincest #samdean

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