I don’t want to read any think pieces about abortion at this point I just want everyone who disagrees with me to die

eyes that see (part nineteen)

Eyes That See Summary: Your life consists of caring for others. This is a story of you learning to care for yourself. Eyes That See Part 19 Summary: You go to the Christmas Tree Farm with Sy and realize that your patterns of people-pleasing run deep. Afterwards, Sy shares something with you. Words: almost 17k Pairing: Syverson and Reader Tags: regular issues that have been brought up with anxiety/PTSD, the topic of Christmas, oral sex (f) Notes: If there are continuity issues, I’ll fix them later because it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I’m just excited to post something at all because the writer’s block has been real lately…and I’m glad to get back at it! Gotta start somewhere.

In the still hours of early dawn the following morning, the chill from the nearly-winter air seeping in through the large window beside you is almost enough to freeze the tip of your nose. The fireplace in Sy’s bedroom is only hosting low-burning embers by now, and it’s cold.

You pull Sy’s comforter tighter around you and blindly wiggle backwards on the mattress to seek out his deep body heat, shivering for a few moments before almost instantaneously melting instead. Spooning you loosely, Sy’s arm is already around you, but he tightens his hold as you shift closer to tell you that he’s already awake.

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seatbelt.

“seatbelt,” Joel says. he doesn’t think too much about it because there’s a little girl in the car and she needs to put her seatbelt on. it slips out of him like he’s said it a million times before. seatbelt when he’s taking sarah to school, seatbelt when they’re going to soccer practice, seatbelt when she’s coming with him to the grocery store because he forgets everything without her. seatbelt the first time he drives Tess somewhere, and she glares at him for a moment, so he never reminds her out loud again, but his eyes flick to the rearview mirror to check–not because he doubts her; he just needs to be sure.

seatbelt means nothing to Ellie, and when she says “hm?” he looks down at her, comprehension dawning on his face–this child knows next nothing of the world outside QZ walls, and all the books and classes at her shitty school couldn’t teach her enough to keep her alive on her own out here. and then he shows her the seatbelt and lets her buckle it herself. it’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s already started to care for her, even when he can’t let her care about him yet.

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER ⌙ THE LAST OF US | 1.03 LONG LONG TIME

PEDRO PASCAL  as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US (2023-)

Ryan losing at poker (yet again)

my bf!!!!!

Remember folks! With Halloween coming up, food dyed black with charcoal can neutralise your medication rendering them inactive and useless! This includes contraceptive pills if you take them within 2 hours (before or after) consuming the charcoal!

Black food dye exists! And it's usually cheaper than activated charcoal. Please, if you want to make spooky black food, use food and body safe food dye!

PRACTICAL MAGIC 1998 | dir. Griffin Dune

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fungible should mean you can turn it into a mushroom

Chris Pine went full eldest daughter dissociating at family events and you know what good for him

Beautiful and Shiny

Word Count: 2.6k+ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader Warnings: Angst. Food mention. Definitely unprotected PiV (you know what I'm about). Dialogue heavy bullshit. Overuse of the word baby. Author's Note: What the fuck, what the fuck. This was supposed to be a real cute prompt sent to me and it turned into this. This is in response to the prompt "Be a doll and do a spin for me, won't you? You just look so adorable." from THIS LIST sent it by an anonymous requester. Please read this as a companion piece to Sacred Oasis.

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"Are you nervous, baby?"

He smiles, trying not to let the pain show on his face as his split lip opens again. "How could you tell?" 

"Probably 'cause you're fidgeting worse than a fly caught in a jar." 

His eyes close and he leans back in the booth. "I really don't know what I'm doing, baby," he tells you. "I've never really been on a date before." 

"We've been on plenty of dates," you tell him. "Rhett, we've been together since we were teenagers." 

"No, no, I know." He leans forward again, voice dropping. "But does me feeling you up behind the feed store really count as a date?" 

"You taught me how to ride a horse," you say, beginning to count on your fingers. "We'd go on hikes or to the high school football games. Your mama made us a picnic basket and we made out in the middle of the field beneath the clearest sky I've ever seen. Do you really think those weren't dates?"

"You know what I mean, honey." 

"I'm not sure that I do." 

That’s it I’m sobbing