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who’s lori?

Original character

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Dallas n Sylvia <3 he did some stuff n thought he was gonna get hauled in <3

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“See? Always told ya’ you'd be jus’ fine without me.”

“Guess you were right, Winston. I-, it doesnt mean I don't want you to stay, though… M’sure Lori ain't ready to say goodbye either.”

“You’ll be just fine without me, ya’ hear?”

“I don't wanna be just fine… I-, I wanna be with you.”

CONTEXT SOPHIE IM BEGGING DOWN ON MY KNEES

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Sylvia tracing the edge of the scar on Tim’s face, thumbing along the outline with the gentlest touch while he watches her with dark blue eyes, love hidden in that midnight color as he looks up at the love of his life who he’s pretty sure he still doesn’t deserve-

im more proud of TimxSylvia than I am of being an honour roll kid

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Claudius just wanted to get w his brother's milfy wife but noooo now he has to be the king and rule over stuff and now his weird melodramatic nephew is getting bitter and oedipal about it like is the pussy even worth it fr? Is that bomb milf pussy worth watching your nephew's theatre project about you murdering your brother while he stares at you expectantly?

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🎶Just a kid actin' smart I went and broke my darlin's heart I guess I was too young to know 🎶

Dallas thinks about it often, how stupid he must have been back in the day to let a girl like Sylvia go. He thinks about it often, but more than just often when he sees her on days like this. When she's confident in what she's doing, sure in her skin, and sitting proud, just like she did all the time when they were kids.

He thinks about how stupid he was, but he also thinks about how smart Shepard was. Sitting and waiting, playing the long game and hanging around, waiting for Dally's turn to be over and for Sylvia to finally realize what a good guy he was.

Admittedly, it took a while - and a kid - for Sylvia to realize Shepard might be the one she really wants to settle down with, but Dallas has to admit, Shepard's play worked out.

He wonders sometimes, not as often as he curses his own stupidity, but often enough, if he and Sylvia would've made it if he'd been just a little bit better, a little bit smarter, a little bit more. He wonders about it sometimes. But he admits too, Sylvia looks a lot happier with Shepard than she ever looks when Dallas wonders about what could've been.

OH MY GOD

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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

💗💗💗

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I love my boyfriend

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dont look back in anger (but it’s me trying to forgive myself it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault it wasn’t my fault)

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drake?

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“Put that down, trouble.”

“You’re not the boss o’ me.”

“Maybe I ain’t, but your momma is. You want me to call her so she can tell you to cut the shit?”

“That’s a bad word.”

“It ain’t the only one I know.”

“…”

“You want me to call her or are you gonna behave?”

“Fine.”

“Just like your momma, I swear to God.”

Dallas doesn’t realize how fast a child can climb— or how fast he can run up those stairs— until Lori decides to search through the medicine cabinet for those scissors

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April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

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thinking about aus for ocs is so funny. like i already put this guy in a situation but what if i put them in another totally different one

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I’ve had way too many ideas for Dallas having a sibling sooo

but imagine him thinking that his sibling would be better off without him because they’d get in trouble with him, because of him, and plenty of other reasons, but in his mind all of those things tied back to him somehow

so he takes off, and when he comes back, oh man is he in for one heck of a yelling and (since they got that Winston fire in them) possibly some angry punches thrown at him

REAL

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it’s been two months and three days

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Lori being adamant that there’s somebody standing outside watching them. Tim, rightfully, thinks it’s Billy, and grabs the bat to go beat off the idiot, but when he looks outside, there’s no one there. He asks Lori who she saw, and Lori very calmly answers that it was a tall boy, a little younger maybe than good ol’ Tommy Barlow, with pale blue eyes and a wispy white blond hair-

“Lori, baby, you gotta tell Tío who you saw.”

“I told you, Tío, it wa’ the boy from Unca’ Buck’s pictures.”

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Dallas is being ridiculous. He knows. He also doesn’t care.

Just because he’s dead and gone, it doesn’t mean he’s overly pleased to watch his ex-girlfriend move on without him. Especially when she’s moving into the arms of one of Dally’s oldest friends, the same one who’s been in love with her since they were kids. Just because Dally’s buried down the street, laying six feet under a mound of dirt, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother him to see them kissing in the kitchen over a cups of morning coffee.

Being a ghost means there’s not much he can do about their sickeningly sweet whispering or their sappy love-sick looks, but there are a few things Dally can do.

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Tim pulls away from the kiss as a few of the fridge magnets clatter to the floor. Lori’s drawings float down with them, spreading across the floor. A field of flowers, a blue butterfly, and a scratchy rendition of a family of three done in crayon lay in a pile at the bottom of the fridge.

“Damn magnets,” Sylvia mutters. Her hand slides to cup Tim’s jaw, fingers lighter over his scar, and tips his face back to continue the kiss.

Tim meets her halfway, bowing his head and moving closer. “Damn magnets,” he agrees before pressing his lips to hers.

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Dallas’ pale blue eyes stare a hole into the sides of their heads and not for the first time Dally wishes ghosts had the ability to punch people in the mouth.

WOOOOOOOOO