Happy birthday to the one and only Jensen Ackles . How do I say this without sounding weird? Watching him dealing with his shyness and opening up on stage has been inspiring. Getting to hear him sing is just a bonus. (A really awesome one.).

Happy birthday Jensen!! I so hope he going to have an amazing day. I don’t know if he’s still in quarantine (I really hope not, that’ll be a bit sad). I wish I could send him all the love I have.

He is definitely one of the best guys on this earth

That moment that someone says that all hearts beat the same way but your heart has an issue.

The inspiration for this was The Lucky Ones (the new @ptxofficial album. It makes me feel happy and safe.)

Febuwhump - Day 26

Day 26 - Recovery

TW: thoughts of death, mention of stitches

Taglist: @lave-whump, @hurting-fictional-people <3

Recovery is the thing often skipped over in movies
It happens in a blink,
In a flash.
One minute,
The character is lying bleeding on the floor,
Surrounded by friends,
Clinging to life,
The ambulance arrives,
They are rushed to the hospital.
Maybe we see them on the hospital bed,
Monitors beeping,
Ventilators whirring.
Maybe we see bandages,
A cast,
Stitches.
Then it all vanishes.
Gone,
Without a trace.

But real recovery doesn’t happen like that.
Sometimes
The ambulance doesn’t come.
Sometimes,
There is no one to help you,
No one to take your hand.
You wake up in the hospital in pain.
And it doesn’t go away.
Recovery is painstakingly slow.
You struggle every day,
To re-learn to do simple things.
You want to cry and scream in frustration.
Sometimes you do.
Some days,
You feel like you could run a marathon.
Other days,
You lay crying in bed,
Longing for death.
Is there any end?
You spend many a sleepless night,
Alone with your pain.
It sticks closer to you than a shadow.
It colors every corner of your world.
Things will never be the same.

And yet,
There is always hope.
For where there is breath,
There is life.
And where there is life,
There is hope.
Fight the good fight.

This took a dark turn. I don’t know.

This is a song about having nothing to write about. Enjoy.

Got my first tattoo with my best friend @fangirl-friend who also took these aweosme pics! 🤟🖤

I don’t know. It feels like a mix of Rowena ( spn) and a song I heard today. I honestly don’t know why I wrote this.

I miss them. I miss their dynamics, I miss their antics, I miss their good looks 😉😂 I just miss the Winchester brothers

“you will be fighting in the dark” George Orwell, 1984.

How is your day going? Your week?

No more happy songs. Because I can’t get that stupid scene out of my head. Enjoy and blame spn.

Anyone else have those moments when they are so fucking glad they didn’t kill themselves because past self never could have seen this coming and you would have regretted missing this?

I’m having one of those moments.

If you’re suffering and needed a sign…this is it.

My inboxes are open and there’s a link for resources in my bio.

AKF ❤️

And you can’t even see the photo in the background. Whatever. It’s not like this day has been good before.

My new motto is: well, at least we got a song out of it

Guess who saw the new episode of Walker and got inspired?

(Yes, I know, it’s getting old. Deal with it)

If it’s weird I’m sorry. I’m sick. I have been listening to Pentatonix As a distraction because my eyes hurt. It’s fun.

Hey, friends. Got some bad medical results regarding a return of something from years ago. I’m still here, and I’m still writing, because I can’t not write, and I like it here. I don’t abandon my stories. The one time I did, I made sure to put up a perpetual WiP warning on it (Dammit, Bent, you still haunt me!) But please be patient with my speed and memory, etc. Love you, fam. I know a lot of you are going through some stuff now, and I wish you a good tomorrow, everyday, until you’re on the other side of it. I plan to fight through this thing that’s come back for me, and writing and fandom will help me do that. AKF, my friends. ~Posing

‘He had dragged out from the corners of his memory some more fragments of forgotten rhymes. There was one about four and twenty blackbirds, and another about a cow with a crumpled horn, and another about the death of poor Cock Robin" George Orwell, 1984.

I got my second vaccine today, there will be a new episode of Walker tonight, and I swallowed so much soap while performing a Kansas concert in the shower.