[call me eddie/ed]

filling the sam x david shaped hole in the fandom brick by brick with my bare hands......

Every time Sam plans a day to walk into the sun for a final time, he meets a reckless wolf shifter.

Life time after lifetime, when he feels his purpose is lost, a new person comes along.

He feels irrational. Souls go to death, they don't just reincarnate...

But who if not them would be stubborn enough to beat the odds?

In every lifetime, there's a reckless, stubborn, borderline self sacrificing wolf shifter in need of love and healing while bruised and bloody that end ups on his door step.

He will not live forever.

He does not plan too.

But he will for as long as needed,

Next we have Lincoln and Lovely displaying Graviton and Electro energetic marks!

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Here we have Dreamer showing us the Dream walker mark, and Lasko showing us the Air elemental mark!

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Quinn only fucked them in the dark. Their body turns him off, he said. He didn’t want to see their scars because it disgusted him, reminding them for the millionth time that he was doing them a favour by even staying with them. They weren’t pure. The blank canvas was already sullied with another artist’s work - one that he despised and would rather destroy than embrace.

At one point Darlin’ believed him wholeheartedly. Maybe a part of them still does. They shunned themselves from the world, avoiding being seen in public, hiding their body with their leather jacket. No one would want them anyway. No use putting it on display.

They were a tank. They were made to take damage. They were made to be sturdy, to withstand anything and everything and stand tall afterwards. Appearances shouldn’t matter if they lived to tell the tale afterward. It just means they fulfilled their purpose.

That was all they were built for, after all.

But Sam was different.

He kisses their scars. He doesn’t shy away from it. His fingers trace every bump like it’s braille, like he’s reading his favourite story over and over, memorising the details, the descriptions, the story.

He doesn’t make them feel like it’s something they should hide.

Sam loves all of them.

It took them a while for them to fully accept that.

His love was so strong it made them want to love the parts of themselves they used to hate. When they see their scars in the mirror they’re reminded of the times when Sam would trace the lines with his lips and his fingers on those nights when their mind was finally quiet and their body didn’t ache.

Maybe they were built to take damage.

especially when they are fat. especially when they are Black or Native or Asian or any racial/ethnic group that isn't white. especially when they are tall and broad and have a deep voice and a beard, and especially when they like themselves that way and still are hurt by misgendering. especially when they have gone on E and T blockers and have gotten facial feminization and vaginoplasty and have DD tits and like themselves that way and still are hurt by misgendering (even when people think they should be grateful for it, even when it feels like the better of two evils). especially when they transition in ways people see as "only halfway" and dress androgynous and use contradictory labels and call themselves femboys in the same breathe they do tgirls and they like themselves clockable as fuck and still are hurt by transphobia and exorsexism.

it would be so awesome

it would be so cool

              GAZA                                Mexico

Marlow Trottie was killed on June 8th 2026. She was found dead, alone, in the streets of Alexandria, Louisiana. It was a homicide.

Marlow Trottie was a woman. Her family has contested this, and publicly misgendered her, and many news sites have already deadnamed and misgendered her as well. I fear what her obituary will say. I fear what her gravestone will say even more.