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Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house

hey yall:

the southern appalachians are facing catastrophic damage after hurricane helene, what people have been calling a thousand-year storm. the region will forever be changed by this event. entire towns have been washed away, there are currently no open roads out of much of the region, and power and cell signal is scattered.

across the southeast people have been running supply drives and fundraising to get aid into the affected areas. mutualaiddisasterrelief and mergoat.mag on instagram are currently platforming a lot of supply drives and updates. please also check their posts if you’re not in the southeast- there’s lots of groups accepting donations right now to fund supplies for people on the ground.

this photo is out of asheville, nc

Less art of Mabel forgiving Bill first of the whole family. More of her being the last, if ever. More of her eating him like a corn chip.

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

The most confusing feeling is realizing you relate to Stan in a "small town mama's boy with a starving heart, who never really lost the roots of his hometown, never learned how to make connections, only enemies, and left a piece of himself back in that house" way, while also relating to Ford in a "pressures of being a golden child mean you're always tethered to nothing, dreaming of more, starving to fly even when your gifts are held higher than yourself, and maybe you'll never change the world like everyone said you would" way.

And that maybe these things need each other, in a twisted sort of way. Maybe they live hand in hand. Maybe they share a twin bed.