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pookachuka · 15 days

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they need each other like its breathing

#doctor who #jenny flint #madame vastra #jenny x vastra #the paternoster gang #madame vastra and jenny #vastrajenny #vastra x jenny #doctor who fanart #Guys idk what posessed me to draw this #but i made myself cry doing it #im still crying btw #Ow...#Im so sad about them

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sasswonfp · 1 year

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This joke came to me in a fit of laughter (ALT description provided :3!)

#superman #batman #the flash #flash #wally west #bruce wayne #clark kent #justice leauge unlimited #justice league #abruptly I was hit with this joke when I made one abt myself being always 2 seconds away from crying and realised it worked oh so well #i had so much fun drawing this #esp bc i was really trying to find a good medium between my style and the jlu style #super blocky but also a bit more realistic than jlu #batman is so shape and i fucking love it #literally i just drew his outline i didn't even bother with the rest of it #gremlin fucking creature. man who is just an object #this is my first time ever doing like an actual attempt at dc-#homegrown art

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stil-lindigo · 1 year

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prodigal son.

a sort of epilogue for God of War Ragnarok, since I miss these two so much.

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inkskinned · 8 months

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it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

#warm up #writeblr #i spent a lot of time picturing our future #how funny to think: in each version of our future #i was never myself #i was someone smarter kinder braver #better adept.#who could navigate the way you shouted and got angry at small things and never fucking believed the best of me #i would never be needy and you'd never get tired of me #people usually talk about how we picture people as being “fixable”. but i assumed i was the problem. my idyllic picture wasn't of you.#it was a version of me that wasn't ill. that needed no extra help. that could be your wife and happy #the fact i wasn't happy was because there is something so wrong inside me. it's always been that way. i convinced myself:#if i stay i can change. if i stay i can make it worth it. i can apologize and fix this. and make us both okay.#for the last year i've been thinking about how you blamed our whole breakup on me. how it was my fault for whatever thing.#and i agreed with you. because of course i did. you'd trained me to believe everything was my fault . that you wanted to love me and i made #it far too hard. that i was always finding ways to ''set you off'.#a few days ago while i was doing something else #i realized that while i was in crisis you told me to fuck off and find someone else to get help. and you never fucking apologized .#you said i made you do that because i wasn't being sensible. i had been crying too hard to speak clearly.#you said: you're doing this to manipulate me.#you forgave yourself for that. i had to forgive you without apology. you said you were right to react that way. and then you were SO #SO annoyed. any time i said: i feel like you aren't nice to me. it is hard to trust that you love me.#i don't think about you that much anymore. but these days when i do: all i can think is that im not sure u ever really understood kindness #you were the cruelest to the people closest to you. and most of the time. that meant it fell to me.

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sandinthepipes · 8 months

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The fact that I can wholeheartedly enjoy ofmd and good omens and appreciate the angst because I KNOW there will be a happy ending.

See, I’ve never had that. None of us queer folks have ever had that.

#it’s boggling my mind #how a thing that is so simple is so groundbreaking #do you realise how fucking starved for content we have been #AND ON TOP OF THAT WITH MIDDLE AGED COUPLES!!!!!#maybe we can live past thirty and be happy #oh no I made myself cry #also I know that technically we don’t have the certainty that ofmd will have a happy ending but like #it’s a bunch of queer people put into the same room if the flag actually ends up meaning death again I will burn something #our flag means death #ofmd #good omens #good omens 2

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endofbeginings · 3 months

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“Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.” ― Daniel Ladinsky

#needed to do something with all the sewis pics and interviews i had saved on my computer and goose's gifs gave me the inspo #made myself cry a bit #own post #seb #f1 #formula 1 #web weaving #sewis #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #f1 web weaving

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tnnrrdchclt · 2 years

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#gets me very far. i’m just going through it and annoyed at myself when i shouldn’t be because i can’t anticipate everything —#no matter how intuitive i am or regardless of how much discernment i have.#i hate being here. i feel like i made excuses in hopes of not being here and still ended up here.#i wouldn’t even call them excuses because i thought i was giving grace and clearly looks like grace at my expense is a betrayal.#i’m getting better at choosing myself. at the moment it might feel like a loss and everything feels pointless and all i want to do is cry -#i never want to feel like this again.#anyone who wants to hate me can hate me. i do not care.#i will say that since i’ve posted this - it’s nice to see other folks and their take on self awareness. almost comforting i’d say.

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hydrogeologists · 3 months

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yesterday I said to my loving boyfriend "I really want cunty tiktok edits of the hieron characters" and today I unfortunately made that world a reality

BIG SIH 33 SPOILERS. Audio description below

Art (as Hadrian): Do you think I'm--oh. Do you think I'm too stupid for food? I think that jabroni thinks I'm too stupid for food.

[intro to Yummy by Ayesha Erotica starts playing in the background]

Austin: [shouting] Yo!!!

Keith: Yo, fourteen.

Ali: Wow.

Sylvia: Holy shit.

Dre: [laughing] Yo.

Jack: Hadrian has arrived.

Austin: Hadrian. I need you to describe what it looks like [music cuts out] when Hadrian kills the Advocate.

[Yummy returns in the background, at the lyrics 'I do it for the girls and the gays, that's it / the queens and the queers, yeah they're loving my shit']

[Ali quietly gasps.]

#friends at the table #fatt #spring in hieron spoilers #hadrian #im. sorry. I dont know what possessed me to do this #made myself cry laughing. and unfortunately put this into the world #if not stopped ephrim set to emo boy is next

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roachemoji · 3 months

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🤡 ⭐️ funny little cardigan 🌙 ❤️

maybe I'll actually dress up and style an outfit or something

#bo posting #my art #crochet #granny square #FINALLY TOOK BETTER PICTURES!!!!!!!!! AUGH #im still unbelievably proud of this #enjoy me never shutting up about it #its the first thing ive finished.... in months #and i feel like crying #ive been so envious of everyone around me being able to even hold a pen #and i had to chanel my creativity elsewhere and that was in this and this only #i was tired and felt guilty for how sick it made me feel to be in artistic spaces #or seeing my friends draw #like??? unproductive. helps no one?? 🗞💥🧠#so this was my solution #its the only creative thing thats made me happy in a long time #its the only creative thing that ive done for myself lately too #doing something creatively for other people has been hard #wahhhhhhh #i want to put my creative energy ive put into crochet into more things. i dont like how hard thats been #idky i havent been able to talk about it #like articulating it properly is one thing but like? never... even tried #i think it hit when it was the only thing i could tell my therapist that i could do that made me happy rn #the only expectations were my own #wow i did NOT intend to vent but hey thanks for reading 💏💖💋💞

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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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"I hope you told your brother how much you loved him, because you're probably never gonna see him again."

"..."

"Was that too dark?"

"YES!"

"Sorry."

#mario movie #mario move spoilers #super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario and luigi #super mario bros movie spoilers #cherrysip edits #i was gonna make a different gifset today but then i found that new trailer and WELL HERE WE ARE lol #TOAD SERIOUSLY CAN YOU READ THE ROOM HERE???????????#first time in the town was kinda funny second time was genuinely a bit upsetting to the point that i gasped when i heard the dialogue #mario would prefer you Do Not Say Things Like That!!!!!!!#he is no way shape or form emotionally prepared to grapple with the idea of his brother being dead or never being able to find him #that would end him. that would destroy him. he would truly not know how to go on. so that is just firmly Not a Possibility in his brain #(and now i made myself REALLY sad thinking about mario remembering this conversation a little later and wondering #when WAS the last time he told luigi he loved him????? he can't remember. he loves his brother more than anything and anyone #but he hasn't said it outloud in so long and the realization of that is extremely painful. there's some more angst for you!!!)#anyway this is just a compilation of all the significant scenes where mario and luigi are actually together we've seen so far and I CRY #also the brand-new one of them running through town!!! omg it's perfect #with mario doing unnecessary parkour and luigi just diligently jogging along on the outside and avoiding the mess #the characterization even in the tiniest moments like this is truly CHEF'S KISS #will be working on more gifsets because my brain just needs to stare at all this until the movie comes out lololol

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swiftfootedachilles · 8 months

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But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong

Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

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marblerose-rue · 2 years

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click for better quality!!

lionkit/hollykit/jaykit

big, big plans

#my art #do not copy trace or steal #lionblaze #hollyleaf #jayfeather #warriors #warrior cats #wc art #MIXED FEELINGS ABT THIS but at the end of the day i like it . i wish i made the stars a little bit whiter but my back is super achey #I ALSO FOUND OUT THE LAST UNICORN IS ON YOUTUBE FREE WITH ADS after i got my autism diagnosis my mom was like #and i was like (TO MYSELF I DIDNT SAY IT TO HER) that #wouldve been nice to know but at the end of the day i dont think it wouldve added much bc my psychiatrist knew off the bat so AKHBFDKJHBDFH #ANYWAY ENOUGH UNICORN SPEAK they r so so small . and so so... baby #i hope the symbolism is like . there and Obvious but not the kind of 'im holding your hand and showing it to you' obvious #OH MY GOD THE TAGS GOT FUCKED UP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #MY MOM SAID I USED TO MAKE OTHERS WATCH THE LAST UNICORN WITH ME A *LOT* IDK WHY THE TAGS GOT MIXED UP im crying profusely this is such an #expected betrayal from tumblr

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liamobrienlove · 11 months

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“Do you have someone?”....”No.” & “I just don’t think I’ve ever felt so small.”

These lines, coupled with these heartbreaking expressions....Liam ripped my heart out, again.

#liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #i made myself cry again rewatching this whole moment #will do full sets asap #critical role #my heart #bells hells #liam just being superb again #my gifs #y'all can cry again as well and join me #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers

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cityoftheangelllls · 9 months

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A Moment in the Afterlife

FINALLY got around to digitizing (and finishing!!!!) an old comic I started around 2020 that's been sitting in a drawer for far too long, XD

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i-am-become-a-name · 2 years

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anyway I think the holographic implants should be permanent and from now on Tegan, Ace, and Yaz should, at the most emotionally needed or hilariously inconvenient moments, be haunted by their best friend and actually have a chance to talk with them.

#power of the doctor #power of the doctor spoilers #potd #potd spoilers #doctor who #and when i say talk in two of the cases i actually mean mourn #seven and ace play chess together (she moves the pieces for him) and he teaches her more of his twisted sneaky skills #yaz thinks she's being haunted.#tegan spents a week solidly ignoring him then when she's sitting down with a book and a cup of tea and he's sitting opposite she throws her #arms up and makes a cup of tea to sit at his elbow even though he can't drink it because he looks so sad.#i don't want it to be completely in their power bc then they could just do it at the meetings. but an inconvenient ghost that is their frien #d.#(none of them die alone. ten twenty fifty years in the future they have their doctor at their side. they can't hold their companions hand #but they'll be there to say goodbye as the companion goes off for their final unknown adventure.)#fcking fck i made myself cry #seven #ace #tegan #five #yaz #thirteen

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Something’s off. Steve notices it as soon as he gets home. It’s nothing major, really, but something’s definitely off. There’s this weird silence in the hallway, instead of the usual metal that Eddie is basically blasting 24/7 whenever Steve isn’t home. There’s the absence of Olly showing his little face around the corner of the door to the kitchen upon hearing Steve coming in. There’s also the absence of some crazy scent explosion emerging from the kitchen like on a usual Tuesday evening.

Steve calls out Eddie’s name, questioning, not sure if he should be worried.

“Here!”

He releases a relieved breath and gets into the living room. Eddie is his usual messy self, wild curls hanging over one end of the couch and feet wrapped in colorful socks over the other, with Olly curled up and purring on his chest.

“Hey there,” Steve says. It isn’t until he comes closer to lean down for a kiss on Eddie’s forehead, that he notices something is most definitely very, very wrong. Eddie’s eyes are swollen and red-rimmed, salty traces covering his cheeks and used tissues scattered all over the floor next to the couch. His hands are clenching into Olly’s fur, his chest is heaving unsteadily.

Eddie looks up at Steve, blinks once, twice, to get the water out of his eyes, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek.

“What happened, love?” Steve covers Eddie’s hands with his own, creating their familiar pile of Olly-Eddie-Steve, his thumb stroking over the back of Eddie’s hand.

Eddie takes a deep, shuddering breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a second. “Wayne’s sick.”

XXX

The thing is, Wayne has always been the strong one. Always. He was the arms that caught Eddie, the hands that wiped away his tears, the lips that kissed his bruises better despite his prickly beard. And now he’s - frail. There’s simply no other word for it. And Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to be the strong one yet. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Of course he knows that Wayne isn’t some immortal being, that he’s lived a life of harsh physical labor and cold Indiana winters, of canned beans and breakfast cigarettes since he was only a boy... But this is different. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. And Wayne knows that, too.

“I always thought it was gonna be my lungs that’d do me in,” he tells Eddie.

Eddie never thought of his uncle as an old man. But now, sitting next to his hospital bed, both his hands clasped around Wayne’s, he sees it. He sees the lines on his forehead, the near-white shade of grey of what little hair he has left on his head, the tired look in his eyes, the age spots scattered all over his arms...

Eddie releases one of his hands to wipe over his eyes. He feels another pair of hands squeezing his shoulders from behind him, reminding him that he isn’t alone, that there’s still someone else who can be the strong one when Eddie can’t.

He takes a breath.

“Nothing’s doin’ you in, man,” he manages to choke out, strengthening his grip on Wayne’s hands. Those strong, calloused hands, that have lived through so much. The hands that caught him countless times. The hands that held him tight whenever he needed it. The hands that wiped away his tears. The hands that fixed his van. The hands that ruffled his curls. The hands that held a fishing rod like a pro. The hands that tirelessly drilled holes in walls and assembled furniture when Eddie moved out of the trailer and into the apartment he and Steve got in Indianapolis. The hands that are currently resting limply on top of white hospital sheets. Frail hands.

“Ed...”

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie says. He’s always been good at running. No way in hell he’s gonna stop that habit now. "You're gonna get better. And when you do, we'll take you back home, okay? Not to Hawkins - to your real home. You, me, Steve and the van, right? You’ll see the mountains again. We’re gonna drive all the way across them, get you back to the other side, ya hear me? It’ll be this great adventure, just the three of us. We’ll stay there for as long as we want to. And then we’ll go back to Indy, and you’ll move in with us, and we’ll take care of you. And you’ll be there when we get a real house, you’ll be there when we get our first little nugget, and every next one of them, and you’ll get to play with them and see them grow up and see us goin’ grey and gettin’ old and wrinkled and fat, and you’ll be there when Lord of the Rings gets made into a movie and when world hunger gets solved and when gay marriage becomes legal and when we get our first black president and when The Police reunites... That’s how it’s gonna go, you understand?”

There’s this look in Wayne’s eyes, this look that completely terrifies Eddie, and he can’t do a thing except for collapsing onto his uncle’s chest, breathing in his scent and crying against his shirt as Wayne’s hand tangles itself in Eddie’s curls. And it doesn’t matter - it doesn’t matter that Wayne is weak and sick and lying in a hospital bed. Because he’s still the strong one. He’s still the hands that catch Eddie when Eddie breaks down. Even now.

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They should’ve known that Eddie would be right. Of course they should’ve known. No God can turn down someone as stubborn as Eddie Munson - not even a God Eddie doesn’t believe in.

Wayne missed the mountain air, the perfectly prepared corn fritters, the drool in the voices around him, the natural hospitality. It’s good to be back, to get to share his roots with his boys. But it’s not like coming home. Home is where his own parents moved him some fifty years ago, with dreams of a better future that didn’t quite hold for them. Home is a rickety trailer park that doesn’t have warm water most of the time. Home is the woods around Hawkins, the rolling hills, the chilly autumn wind. But most of all, home is the smile of the boy who took him here. It’s long dark curls and big brown eyes that are currently tearing up because Wayne is standing next to him and getting stronger by the day and very much alive. It’s the memories they share, of Wayne opening his arms to catch Eddie when he was so much smaller than now; of going fishing at Lover’s Lake in the weekends; of cigarette stubs and beer bottles and metal boxes that Wayne chose to not know the contents of; of laughter and crying and fear and comfort and a whole shared lifetime, a boy growing up and still needing to be caught again and again and again.

And Wayne still does it. He still catches his boy. His two boys, now. And he’s planning on keeping to do that for a long, long time.

#whoops i made myself cry #this might have been the angstiest thing i've ever written #but i don't think i'll ever be able to do sad endings lol #and i know nothing of american subcultures so i'm very sorry if my cultural descriptions make zero sense #i tried my best #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #wayne munson my beloved #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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