Forwarded from Weaver of dreams ("Sara")
so they killed of the recovering alcoholic with suicidal intentions and have started s9 with drinking and characters expressing suicidal behaviour
Forwarded from Weaver of dreams ("Sara")
REVERSE SEASON FOUR SHOOTING ARC LET'S GOOOOO
Forwarded from Weaver of dreams ("Sara")
Buddie being held hostage and buck gets shot and Eddie is the only premedic there and can't help him askjsjsjsjsjsjsjjsjsjsjsj
Forwarded from Weaver of dreams
Nico
ببخشید واقعا یا فنفیک؟ DROP THE LINK
نه اقا Bts واقعی قسمتای بعد😭
کل کامیونیتی پنجشنبه شب بیدار میمونه بعد من انگیزه میگیرم زودتر بخوابم. انقدر از اپیزودای جدید میترسم.
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از وقتی باک از بیمارستان اومده همه چی خیلی گل و بلبله میترسم 🙏❤️
#Lighthouse
#Lighthouse
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“Wait… I’m… oh my God-- okay. Yes. Misreadings. Uh. Buck-- no. Buck is my work partner. At work. Professionally-- my… my place of business. Is where. How-- from whence we know each other. In that way.”
“I’m also straight,” Eddie spit out, entirely too loud for how close together they were standing.
Pete’s eyebrows furrowed in a curious sort of way, his mouth open to say something. He changed his mind, shutting his mouth and nodding curtly.
Pete’s eyebrows furrowed in a curious sort of way, his mouth open to say something. He changed his mind, shutting his mouth and nodding curtly.
eddie: i'm straight
also eddie:
The sunlight had been struggling through the clouds most of the afternoon, but a sliver had broken out; and when Pete looked back over at Eddie from where he had been checking over one shoulder, it caught and flared his pale green eyes like a diamond.
Pete brought his hand up, running it through his hair, the sun catching through the strawberry blond waves such that they looked, for a moment, almost golden blond. Buck’s did that too, sometimes.
also eddie:
The sunlight had been struggling through the clouds most of the afternoon, but a sliver had broken out; and when Pete looked back over at Eddie from where he had been checking over one shoulder, it caught and flared his pale green eyes like a diamond.
Pete brought his hand up, running it through his hair, the sun catching through the strawberry blond waves such that they looked, for a moment, almost golden blond. Buck’s did that too, sometimes.