They Call Me "mr. Bad At Explaining" Because Well. Um. Uhh. Actually Nevermind

i know this isn't new information but dean literally sat on the floor of the dungeon and ignored a call from his brother while the world was ending in order to sob with his head in his hands because his world had already ended and i'm supposed to be normal about it???? i'm supposed to just go on with my life???? when dean couldn't???? it's been two and a half years and i still can't breathe right when i think about it.

my favourite ship dynamic is “me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic” but you can’t tell which is which

allison and kate is crazzzzyyy like she’s your cool aunt and she’s your dads sister but sometimes it feels she’s kind of like yours instead. she gets you when no one else does. she’s the only one who Knows you and maybe you wanna be like her when you grow up because god forbid you end up like your parents. your parents who think you can’t handle the truth when kate will tell it to your face and you love her for that because you’re not a little girl who needs to be protected. not anymore. you’d follow her anywhere. this is what you always wanted. or that’s what you thought or at least that’s what she thought or maybe that’s the same thing you’re not sure anymore but either way it’s looking more and more like all those times you thought she saw you, it turns out she was just looking for her own reflection in your eyes.

“Lighten Up” by Ronald Wimberly

Beautifuly written- and drawn.

thought about Maddie for a second and wanted to hug someone. this woman had the worst first marriage possible with someone she once believed she loved and thought loved her back. she fought her way out of that and met her freedom. found a friend in the gentlest man, loved him and allowed him to love her in return, so much that she proposed marriage because it was worth celebrating. she had the most heartbreaking time as a child, swallowing her own grief and trying to makeup for her parents' grief to make sure her remaining brother would survive. would feel loved. then she had to stay away from him in the worst way possible, twice even, and chose to come back. chose to let him love her bigger than postcards, listen to her stories about the brother they both shared. her heartbreak in her parents became her distrust in herself and she had a beautiful baby girl who needed to be protected and cherished. of course she deserved only the good in life but what if Maddie wasn't seeing herself as good. fought an ocean, ran across states, all so she could find the good in her reflection again and hold her baby girl with the warmth that was always theirs. helped people as a nurse, watching lives saved and lost every day for years, and didn't want to be seen that way but she found newer ways to help. protected her team. protected herself. lost herself. found herself even more. there's a brilliance to her that holds the ship steady. there's a strength to her clarity to her that lowers the anchors to get off the grief's waves and walk home to hope. there's anger and joy and fatigue and beauty - all wrapped up in every day she chooses. and she's choosing to live. with it all, for it all, she chooses to live.

Don’t think about the fact that’s it’s implied stiles has his mother’s eyes. That every time he looks himself in the mirror he sees her eyes looking back at him. That when he looks at himself with deep hatred he sees his mother calling him a monster. He sees her eyes as she tries to kill him. Somedays that’s all he can see. So he avoids looking at himself in the mirror.

Don’t think about seeing void with his mother eyes, eyes that once again hold violence.

Don’t think about stiles holding head in hands. Thinking that the only thing his body has left of his mother is his eyes. That maybe if he gets rid of them, then his father would be able to look at him again.

Slowly digging his nails through the skin above his eyes. Thinking about gouging his eyes out and giving them to his dad. But not being able to do it but using the action to ground himself. Repeating it again and again and again over the years. Leaving scars just above his eyes to give him something else to look at. Something else to see that isn’t his mother’s hatred looking back at him.

Don’t think about his father falling into alcoholism. Tiny 8 year old stiles thinking that his father is grieving, and so he drinks that night. And the night after that and the next. And the drinking isn’t stopping but instead becoming more frequent. Don’t think about stiles holding onto hope that his father might tuck him into bed instead of reaching for the bottle. Stiles picking up whiskeys from the floor with the same colour of his eyes. Don’t think about the moment stiles realizes that his father is trying to drown himself in hopes of reaching Claudia at the bottom. The moment when he has to come to terms with the fact that he might lose both of his parents.

when i grow up i want to be frank iero

i just need to grow my hair out -> i just need to cut my hair -> i just need to grow my hair out -> j just need to cut my hair