STOP NOBODY WARNED ME THEY WERE GONNA USE THE CLIP OF WILL CRYING AT CASTLE BYERS FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT I NEED A WARNING FOR THAT SHIT
edit: oh my god they used the rain fight clip too
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when is the cost of living gonna fall asking for a friend
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Coworker crush: *complaining to me about how she has to lift hundreds of pounds of stock at her other job at the crack of dawn*
Me: oh damn.. I know the struggle, that really sucks
Me, in my subby head: ohhh hmffnmggm stronkg womanff.. why don't you lift me next 💕 🤪
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no ok im not sad i love you sin i hope hes eating his veggies
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Jeez cutie, you don't gotta flex that hard. We get it, you're way hotter than the rest of us 🙄
ill flex harder dont tempt me anon. ill rip this t shirt anon dont tempt me ill do it
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I’m still gonna watch it but so mad that the Netflix Lesbian Vampires Show is about awkward teenage girls and not like sexy and edgy college girls hunting eachother down in a forbidden kinda toxic relationship because,,, I wanted that,, I feel so baited by this image
Also her family using guns to fight. You can’t do that. That’s not allowed. It’s not fun.
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you’re one of the best writing partners i’ve ever had and i love what we have written and developed so far. i hope we get to do this for a long while ^-^
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The beauty of his music...
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The “where’s your mom” STAHHP Percy is so obviously in love and unconcerned about anything else… this doesn’t bode well
I love the precedent I’ve set of “oh no this is so cute I’m scared”
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Winter Joy by mel-loves-all
Title: Winter Joy
Author: @mel-loves-all
Rating: M
Theme: Valentine's Day
Summary: A small ficlet of happiness.
A/N: Happy Caryl Valentine’s! They deserve to be happy.
A white layer of snow blanketed the earth, growing ever thicker as the night wore on.
Snowflakes swirled on the chaotic gusts of wind, in whimsical circles, twisting and turning as they fell to the ground.
Carol lay on her side on the floor of the darkened living room. A pile of soft furs beneath her, keeping her comfortable and on the edge of sleep.
The warmth emanating from the fire in the fireplace stroked across her skin as the moon peeked through the heavy clouds outside the house.
The firewood crackled and popped and the flames mesmerized Carol; drawing forth memories. Some of them bittersweet and others, just sweet. So many years full of loss and hardships, flickered through the film projector that played in her mind.
Sophia.
A familiar pang of pain and longing came at the thought of her beautiful daughter. Carol’s heart would always hurt from her loss. But now, she chose to feel the happiness too, of the time she had had with Sophia.
Sophia.
Her daughter’s laughter. The scent of her skin. The delicate colors that ran through the strands of her hair. The size of her little hand in Carol’s.
Her favorite stuffed animal.
The one Daryl had found and brought back. Did he know Carol still had it? It was wrapped tenderly in a baby blanket and kept safe in a wooden chest in her bedroom.
Daryl.
Sweet, sweet Daryl. Carol chuckled to herself as she thought about what he would say if she called him sweet, sweet Daryl, out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Daryl whispered in her ear, as he pulled her closer against his chest. Their spooning bodies fit perfectly as lover’s should.
“Nothin, pookie,” Carol replied, as a smile spread wide across her lips. The memory of the first time she called him that came back to her.
“Stahhp,” Daryl’s response bringing them both to laughter as he remembered it, too.
They allowed each other to laugh and feel joy these days. They allowed themselves to love each other.
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