#Her grandma's next lol

[jowbokitten]

Alicia but she looks like a stereotypical witch WHAT-

gave her a hat bcuz on this blog, we love weird girls in weird hats >:)

[slutdge]

grief sucks so much lol

[todayisafridaynight]

Is that character gay? *points at Mine*

Allegedly.

[chryblossomjjk]

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[minglana]

it makes me so🥺🥺🥺that when i was little we had new neighbors in the village and they were from romania, and the girl was younger than i was and didnt speak catalan or spanish, so we became friends and since i called my grandparents padrí and padrina, she called them that too😭🥺

[robinsnest2111]

Meg (my half elf druid dnd char), distraught over not being able to save his teammate Thia from the ruthless acid slime cube in the abandoned dwarven mines...

[learn-and-accept]

I finally got to meet some of my girlfriend's friends and I'm so fucking awkward and I think one of them might not like me

[freebooter4ever]

sparkly ^_^

[stepfordgoth]

One day I will be the proud recipient of the very old spanking paddle that has been passed down through several generations of women in my family that also doubles as a ruler with penis measurement innuendos on every inch mark

[flarebean]

thinmking about hvstjas fade benadyel hat man cyphr

vjsion swimmingn the nightmares gambolling around his feet (friend! friend! ally! friend!), that can't be good.

he says something

vaguely she registers herself agreeing. to what? what deal is she making with this shadowed figure?

darkness sweeps over her and she wakes up fully rested. unnatural. she hasn't been rested in years.

[mouse-teeth-and-carnations]

my lovely yote skull

[harukaluvr]

it still hurts watching him fade away😔😔😔😔

[gnaga37]

traveling on my don't care road

[gender-euphowrya]

my grandma has invented the revolutionary concept of a mobile phone you leave at home

[fingertipsmp3]

Please God grant me, your weakest soldier and least favourite child, the strength to get through this family dinner today

[smiletimeisrunningout]

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"Emma." Emma had swung around ready to stab and stopped, mouth falling open as she stared up at him, at the monster that still infested her dreams - he couldn't be there. It wasn't real. But she was still frozen on the spot, her arm falling and letting her knife drop on the ground as her eyes followed his movements, and suddenly she was just a girl again, facing the man who had nearly ripped her heart out a decade ago. And because she had stopped fighting, obviously no one had attacked; she could feel the confusion in Kate's voice as she called her name, saw Jack look at them, feet behind him. And then with one hit of the back of his hand he sent her flying and rolling down the slope. She heard the others shout for her and tried to regain her breath, head spinning after hitting a rock, and heard the noises of her friends fighting, trying to reach her, but he was on her a moment later, punching her straight in the face. And again, and again, and again. "Told you it wasn't over," he gloated, and she instinctively tried to crawl away in between the hits, but he kicked her to turn her again-and then moved to avoid being shot. Emma saw his grin right before he ran through the trees again but couldn't do anything except cough and spit blood, curling on the ground and trying to soothe the pain in her ribs.

After the general panic she had been carried to the tent and tended by a surprisingly gentle, if shocked, Jack who tried to ask a few questions about how she obviously knew him, but got no answers, with Kate brushing her hair soothingly while he had to stich her shoulder from the fall and check on her broken face. She kept staring at the tent, arms crossed against her stomach, eyes shining with unshed tears while she heard them talk about her outside, and felt Sayid come in because yes, of course they'd send him in, or let him in if he felt bad enough for her even though they weren't on the best terms now, and she hated how much she wanted to hide in his arms and let him comfort her, protect her-she wasn't a girl anymore, damn it. She was a woman, she knew how to fight. And he was the last person she could ask for help to. He had felt lied to and betrayed. She didn't deserve his help. She wanted him to be there so badly. "It was that guy." Her voice was as broken and small as she had expected it to be, and she unfolded her arms enough to let her finger trace down the scar on her chest. "From my nightmares."