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#dontletthewormsdown

:(( rest in peace

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the worst fictional deaths are actually the ones you see coming, where there is enough foreshadowing that you have time to hope, against all odds, that the character will survive, even as you realise that there’s no way out this time, they’re not going to make it, this was always how it was going to end

and you think that maybe, just maybe, that they will be spared. maybe it won’t end like this. maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all. surely it can’t end like this, after all they’ve been through?

like or reblog if you still have plushies/stuffed animals. im autistic and need validation

hey reblog if you believe that having a different romantic orientation than your sexual orientation is perfectly okay and valid. i want to see something.