My Wonderful Sweet Precious Baby Girl

This show is gold.

no because imagine lucas going through his survivors guilt.

what if all the minutes lucas spends sitting next to max’s hospital bed he keeps thinking about his words, the ones he said to max all those years back.

“do you accept the risk?”

“yes.” she had said, and now she was walking a tightrope between life and death and all because lucas told her.

what if he hadn’t? what if he had kept his mouth shut like dustin told him to do? then max would be okay, not in a bed, wires strapped to her body and needles pushed into her veins, arms and legs in caskets. but lucas had asked. he invited max into this world and now here were the consequences and lucas can’t bring himself to know who he hates more, vecna for doing this to max… or himself, for the same reason.

This is perfect.

"This is what happens when you read a book. You aren’t just reading it, you become a part of the book."

erm. obsessed with making stupid little color palettes. most of these are named after songs I like

here is a playlist of all of the music I used in these palettes

please tag me in your art if you use them ! :]

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the cutest thing

My writing when I was 5: The brown dog was friendly.

My writing when I was 14: The chestnut-colored Labrador, with streaks of gold in his soft, thick fur, was amenable to the concept of dolling out affection to his human counterparts.

My writing now: lol dog

Because @staff is too cowardly…