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eucharist has moved to @narrativedoomed

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eucharist has moved to @narrativedoomed

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eucharist has moved to @narrativedoomed

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eucharist has moved to @narrativedoomed

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buffy s1 era smg is very eucharist 2 me

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anyway in case anyone has struggled to keep up

@camptw1nk - kurt from fe.ar str.eet 1978, highest activity

@jasnstilnski - fandomless original character, inactive thanks to being shadowbanned

@pear1ridge - original lore based multimuse, technically inactive thanks to a shadowban but cassie and tate are on my mind always anyway

@narrativedoomed - multifandom multimuse, super low activity on tumblr but always open to talking/writing on discord or just getting something going on here and bringing activity back

@eucharistcunningham - ch.rissy from str.ang.er thi.ngs, super headcanon based barely canon and not affiliatetd with the fandom, low activity 'cause i dont know how to start new blogs

@quintennyson - gifmaking blog, doesnt exist unless i have something specific i wanna gif

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nice characters are good and important and strong

nice characters are not in any way inherently less interesting or complex or cool or badass than asshole characters

nice characters who go through hell and still remain good and kind and compassionate are so so strong

nice characters are not weak or boring or less badass, nice characters are awesome.

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I think. For fun. like. Okay so vecna isnt Gone right like we know he'll be back and so i am simply thinking. eucharist still having vecna hallucinations. be it real or just flashbacks in her brain. but her complete amnesia means she doesnt understand the visions much at all and its so much more confusing for her

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7/10 times i say her name i type chrissy first then change it

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oh god, i'm gonna be fine shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

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we’re still a team.

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adding eucharist to the list of my muses who r actually just kurt in a different font

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have i had eucharist long enough to talk ab the pain i wanna put her thru

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shes on my mind

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gonna use this bad boy as an excuse to rewatch santa clarita diet

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desperation     builds     the     longer     she     has     to     push     her     way     upwards,     limbs     bending     in     unnatural     ways     to     get     whatever     leverage     she     can.     a     hand     takes     hers     and     she     has     to     fight     the     urge     to     scream     at     the     sudden     unexpected     contact,     well     aware     that     screaming     would     only     open     her     lungs     up     to     taking     in     dirt.     with     the     help     of     his     hand     she     breaches     the     earth,     coughing     and     gasping     for     air     as     she     clammers     to     get     out     of     the     dirt.     she’s     unaware     of     her     own     unnatural     appearance,     no     thought     given     to     the     direction     her     limbs     will     bend,     entirely     unaware     of     the     empty     eye     sockets     she     sports.     she     has     no     reason     to     suspect     her     eyes     aren’t     there,     considering     she     can     see     and     all.     her     vision     is     distorted     and     hazy,     her     bones     click     with     every     movement,     but     one     thing     is     for     certain:     she’s     alive.

she     looks     around,     blinks,     tries     to     clear     up     her     eyesight.     nothing     changes,     though,     so     she’s     forced     to     accept     what     she     can     see.     it     takes     her     a     while     to     catch     her     breath,     finally     pulling     herself     up     enough     to     look     at     him.     some     part     of     her     had     expected     to     recognize     her     hero,     but     the     more     she     tries     to     scan     her     mind     for     him     the     more     she     realizes     that     there’s     nothing     there.     no     memories,     not     of     him     nor     of     anything     else.     confusion     spreads     across     her     face     before     gaze     shifts     away     from     him.     she     was     buried,     this     is     clearly     a     graveyard.     she     turns     to     look     at     the     tombstone,     takes     in     the     name     eucharist     cunningham     that     sits     before     her.     that’s     her,     she     has     to     assume.     and     right     below     it     is     the     set     of     numbers     telling     her     that     she’s     supposed     to     be     dead.

he     isn't     suppose     to     be     out,     wanted     for     murder     of     the     girl's     grave     he's     at     and     all.     but     he     couldn't     leave     without     saying     goodbye.     he     knows     a     part     of     it     is     just     guilt,     he     hadn't     truly     known     eucharist     that     well.     she     was     pretty,     in     the     way     all     future     picket     fence     trophy     wife's     are.     their     short     interactions     had     hinted     at     something     more     in     her,     something     that     had     made     eddie     pause     that     afternoon     in     the     woods.     a     part     of     him     wishes     he     had     never     let     that     part     win,     had     sent     her     on     her     way     and     left     it     alone.     but     he     knows     if     he     had     to     go     back     and     do     it     again     he     would     do     it     better.     he     would     save     her.

it's     been     a     week     since     eddie     had     crawled     out     of     his     own     grave,     and     now     a     hand     is     pushing     its     way     out     of     the     ground     at     his     feet.     eddie     from     before     spring     break     would     scream     zombie,     eddie     now     reaches     down     and     grabs     the     hand.

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“That was an insane amount of vomit." 

Santa Clarita Diet (2017-2019)