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DAY SIX: Gingerbread Houses w/ Dean Winchester
a/n: I'm slowly but surely working out all of these days! I've finally got a break so I should be caught up but no promises :] I've had a lot of fun with these two days so I hope you guys enjoy them too!
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"Why can't we just eat the damn thing?" Dean groaned. He was sat across from you at the dinner table as you emptied out a ginger bread house kit, spreading out the candies.
"Because, Dean, I am trying to do something romantic and festive." You spoke as you read the instructions. "There's nothing romantic about playing with food." Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose, massaging it. "How about this. Once we're done building it and I get my pictures, you can eat it." Dean's face instantly lit up, his complaining ceasing. "Well, then what are we waiting for? Pass me the frosting."
You were actually surprised by how anal Dean was about the way the house was built. He was tedious with the icing, making sure there wasn't too much, or too little, just enough to stick the pieces of the walls together. When it got down to the decorations, he practically took over the whole project, correcting where you'd put hard candies and even gummies. It was entertaining to say the least, but also admirable as you watched him let loose, to let his inner child come out as the tip of his tongue poked out from the corner of his lip in concentration.
To his defense, the structure looked nice, artistic even as he added the final piece of candy. He let out a sigh of triumph, his hands covered in dry white icing and food coloring that had melted onto his hot hands.
"So, whaddya think?" He asked as he turned the cardboard it was sat on around to face you. You smiled instantly at his childish excitement. "It looks great, babe. Probably better than I'd be able to do." You praised. "You think so?" You nodded, "Mhm, I know so."
You had finally taken your pictures, Dean forcing you to get every angle of your creation, practically demanding you to send the photos to him. You had leaned forward to pick off a pretzel window when he lightly slapped your hand.
"Dean!" He exclaimed. "Don't touch!"
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duaghterofstories · 5 months
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Imagine a future where...
You walk into a bookstore.
Bookshelves that go far above your head are decorated with hand made art, made by kids about their favorite book, or an employee. The girl who reccomends you a book you know you'll cherish forever is bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tells you about how she loves the main character, and insists you come back to tell her what you think. The cashier opens the book you read to slide in bookmarks clearly designed by a book loving kid. She is smiling along to the music, and her coworker teases her for having a crush on the artist.
You leave the bookstore and hop onto your bike. It's a sunny day, so you'll probably go eat a sandwhich in the park while reading a book, then go home and drink some not chocolate on the couch.
It is supposed to rain tonight. And no better time to read a new book then with a cup of coco and the rain.
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SxF Chapter 93! I really enjoyed this one. Spoilers below the cut!
It really seems like Anya's studying with her new grandparents (the Authen's are now her grandparents and you can't change my mind) is really paying off! Her overall score improved by a big jump, and she even got a Stella! Yeah she got a bolt, but I wonder if she may have managed to avoid that if she hadn't slept through the math exam? I would say hopefully yes, going from her other scores.
And Loid's learning too! Watching Mr. Authen's teaching methods have also been good for him. I mean, just look at this response to Anya's exam results!
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I mean, just look how happy it made Anya!
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Keep it up, both of you.
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performing-personhood · 8 months
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Today in PostSecret someone's secret is the one I held since I can remember. (Which, granted, isn't very far since ADHD affects memory formation. But i distinctly do remember having the thought at age, like, thirteen.)
It turns out now that this is because my parents were both 3rd-generation emotionally-unavailable, and as if that wasn't bad enough, they were extremely distracted by the all-consuming dynamic of my helicopter-parent-stunted father's undiagnosed autism and my mom's lifelong parentification-driven people pleasing (thanks a lot, midcentury irish catholicism).
I was a 12yo with undiagnosed AuDHD who had not a single friend due of the isolation of nonreligious homeschooling in an extremely religious city, and as such, I was the loneliest kid I hope I ever encounter. I literally hoped all the time to be diagnosed with some kind of serious illness requiring hospitalization, just so that I would receive some affection.
I'm 38 now. I've been with my partner for [a pause for elder-millenial year-counting] twelve years, cohabitating for almost all of them. Just last week after work, he informed me that he had left the grocery store, received my text, and then gone to a completely different second grocery store to get the items I'd asked for - and as I was hand-flapping with embarrassed beflusterment about how I could have gone myself instead of inconveniencing him, that sweet man looked me dead in the eyes and said with the most sincerity I have ever beheld "I was happy to do it. Because I love you, and I want to do things for you. If [my name] needs burritos, then by god, [my name] is gonna get burritos."
And tumblr, I was speechless. All I could do was melt and hug him with gratitude.
Twelve years with this man and still I need the reminder that no actually this is what love is. And with every reminder I get, that lonely child's "dream" of getting sick in order to be doted on dissolves away a little more. Because I no longer need a "good excuse" to receive love and affection. I simply have to request it, and it is happily and freely given.
I can't put into words what that means to me, nor what it feels like. But I hope this secretholder knows: I had no hope at all, no reason whatsoever to believe that I would be so loved and cared about, and yet it happened for me regardless. It can and does happen, for real. And I hope it happens for them, too.
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czelesta · 6 months
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i wanted to take off my colourful chain off my bag because i decided it was too childish and immediately had to scold myself for being an ass of an adult towards my inner child.
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terracegallery · 8 months
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Loving Healing Hand
My colorful healing hand with a heart. A perfect piece to show love, friendship or family. Great for anyone on a healing journey. Add positive energy GET IT HERE!
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flowersandspacestuff · 9 months
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repairing my relationship with doing dishes and laundry
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dragonflybabie · 9 months
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A constant refrain in my childhood was “make yourself useful.” When I spend days or weekends like this one, engaging in creative pursuits and eating plentiful fruits all day, a part of me feels guilty for indulging myself, for feeling good and grateful by myself.
It’s not a sin to enjoy this life you’ve been blessed with. Find a balance between doing good by your self and sharing goodness with others.
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faerieicetea · 11 months
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hot girl summer but its me taking care of my emotional health, spending time under the sun, reading more, finding new things that make me happy, doing things that bring out good versions of myself
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theambitiouswoman · 7 months
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30 Heal Your Inner Child Affirmations 🧸🍭💛✨
I am worthy of love and acceptance.
My feelings are valid and important.
I forgive my past and embrace my present.
I am deserving of happiness and joy.
I am safe and protected.
I trust the journey of healing.
My inner child is resilient and strong.
I am in control of my life now.
I release old wounds and embrace healing.
I am enough, just as I am.
I deserve to be treated with kindness and respect.
I am capable of creating a life I love.
I am surrounded by love and support.
I am proud of who I am becoming.
I am deserving of all good things.
I am healing more and more every day.
I am open to receiving love and care.
I am connected to my inner wisdom.
I am free from the burdens of my past.
I am brave and courageous.
I am deserving of inner peace.
I am in charge of my own happiness.
I am worthy of trust and understanding.
I am loved for who I am.
I am constantly growing and evolving.
I am deserving of a life filled with joy.
I am a beacon of light and hope.
I am deserving of comfort and security.
I am in a continuous process of healing.
I am embracing my inner child with love and compassion.
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paper-lilypie · 8 months
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dreamy sigh,, me too, dude. me too
bonus:
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they found out about the prom date
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performing-personhood · 4 months
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Credit: comfortandkindness on Instagram.
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healing-is-cool · 1 year
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You are not what happened to you. You didn't deserve to go through all that. You deserved to be loved, to feel safe, to be safe. You deserved kindness. Patience. You deserved better.
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sporecringe · 2 months
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safe-haven-safe-place · 8 months
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