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atticollateral · 1 month

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Ok good omens final 15 rant because I NEED to get it out of me before I bombard my family with my annoying ass.

That fucking kiss was the kind that stole EVERYTHING and gave NOTHING in return. I know that kind of kiss. It's disgusting and desperate and awful and selfish and that's what makes it GOOD, do you hear me?! IT'S SUPPOSED TO FEEL WRETCHED. IT'S SUPPOSED TO RIP OUT YOUR HEART. HE'S RIPPING OUT AZIRAPHALE'S. DO YOU HEAR ME. ARE YOU LISTENING--

DO YOU SEE AZIRAPHALE AFTER. HE LOOKS HEARTBROKEN. CONFUSED. DISTRESSED. HURT. DISGUSTED- maybe not with Crowley but most assuredly with himself, most likely. IT'S PERFECT. Good God can you hear me SHOUTING???

Crowley is taking what he wishes that he had from Aziraphale, what he wants to share with him, wildly grasping onto his desperate need for connection, he's fucking hungry and flailing and grasping at straws DID YOU EVEN SEE HOW HE GRABBED HIS COLLAR. HE'S GRABBING HIM LIKE HE'S THE LAST THING ON EARTH LIKE HE'S THE ONLY THING IN THE UNIVERSE AND FRANKLY TO HIM HE IS!!! HE IS

And Aziraphale is left stammering and broken and hurt after he doesn't know what to do or say so he just spits out "I forgive you" BECAUSE HE KNOWSSS

And the music just accentuates it it's AWFUL and LOUD and INTENSE and MELANCHOLY. it shatters your very soul and it's fucking horrible. I will never stop crying. Ever. It hurts so badly. I'm smacking my hands together for emphasis.

I can feel that tightening knot in my chest, the kind you feel when you're desperate and feel like you're falling and you can't catch yourself. This isn't even a euphemism it's actually real and a feeling I know all too well. It's a dark ever growing pit that's gnawing and clawing at you. You're losing your battle & everything is going wrong for you & your whole world is collapsing around you. I felt that soul crushing pain. That's how you know the writing and acting is good because you can actually FEEL how the characters are feeling in yourself. It's fucking immaculate. I love good omens.

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lostmf · 5 months

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quesadillayuri · 1 year

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sometimes you think you're watching two normal millennial men hunt ghosts and then they start saying things like "you're just a man, and men die" and "i don't believe in ghosts, but i do believe some places can feel haunted" and "i'm bad at feeling. i wanna be swept up in this. i really wanna believe in something outside the norm of, you know, physics" and "if you want to dance with the devil, you got to live with it when he sets you on fire" and "i know sometimes thank you is not enough, but i hope it is right now, because it's all i can say"

#CAN YOU HEAR ME #CANNNN YOUUU HEAR MEE #i am deeply unwell #buzzfeed unsolved #ghost files #watcher entertainment #watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #ghoul boys #bfu

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thefiresofpompeii · 2 months

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thoschei moment. twin celestial bodies on a collision course, two beings as powerful as gods sowing carnage in their wake: as one incessantly searches and creates, the other desperately ruins and destroys. they orbit one another for all eternity but even the slightest touch would bring about mutual annihilation. whenever one is imprisoned the other frees them from their cage fully conscious of the damage it will cause and both have left their home planet in ashes. they can never be together the consequences would be disastrous they can never be apart it always culminates in catastrophe. the impossible magnetic force pushing them together and pulling them away is locked in place forever as they burn through the vacuum of space

#can you hear me #thoschei #dw #jamie catches up #doctor who #spydoc #jamie.txt #doctor who meta #twissy #tensimm #best enemies #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #dhawan!master #jodie whittaker #sacha dhawan #doctor who series 12

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cathedraldecay · 1 year

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my chemical romance are the only ones who could’ve done this btw. they accidentally invented this whole “emo red and black bloody vampire” aesthetic because initially it was dangerous. they were constantly booed and called slurs and bottled, and they wanted to piss people off because it created a place of comfort for every person who didn’t quite fit in, they were able to see people just like them get onstage and yell fuck you to the world that rejected them. it was celebrated, bulletproof vests and eyeliner became the uniform for the army of misunderstood. and then the scene recognized that and used it to rip money from an already vulnerable fanbase. and then, years later after splitting up, mcr do an entire tour highlighting how much they’ve changed and how you must fix your heart and grow from the ruins, celebrating healing and allowing yourself to change and age, and then for a post credits scene they casually perform the biggest fuck you directly in front of every band and festival runner and executive who tried to shove them back into a place that almost killed them, that commodified off something they created for the people who felt out if place and misunderstood. while simultaneously sharing and inside joke with all of us who were victims of that commodification so we can all laugh together. no one will ever do it like them.

#CAN YOU HEAR ME #what wwwy fest is to the tour is what blood is to tbp #mcr #my chemical romance #wwwy fest

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easilyentertained99 · 22 days

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I can't explain it in a way that makes sense but I know in my soul that The Magnus Archives would go so hard in czech

#im not even czech im slovak #i just think horror is better in czech #can anyone explain this #can you hear me #tma #the magnus archives #čumblr

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whumpypepsigal · 9 months

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The Witcher s03e06: “Can you hear me? I’ll take you to safety.”

#whumpedit #thewitcheredit #the witcher #whump #geralt of rivia #henry cavill #triss #anna shaffer #drowning #rescued #injured #weak #cradled #support #can you hear me #my gifs #the witcher spoilers

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adamprrishcycle · 2 months

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Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don't want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don't want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her!!!!!!

#CAN YOU HEAR ME #bluesey #trc #text

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evviejo · 1 month

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thirteen's face appreciation: 72/?

#dwedit #timelordgifs #chibnalldaily #doctorwhoedit #doctor who #the doctor #thirteen #thirteenth doctor #jodie whittaker #can you hear me #13s face appreciation #my gifs #thirteen*

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endlessmidnights · 7 months

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I push people away as a challenge to see if they will stay no matter what

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oneweirdbookaddict · 6 months

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Whumptober day seven!

Wild needs help and Wind needs to find him.

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No warnings, let me know if that should change!

“Wind.”

He jolts awake, squinting dazedly at the empty room.

“Wind?”

He frowns, looking over at his necklace, on the little table next to the bed he’s laying on. “Wild?”

“Wind! Wind- I need help- I need… help me.” Wild’s voice is pleading, distant, afraid.

Fear stabs into him, and he fumbles for the necklace, nearly dropping it.

“What happened? Where are you? It’s ok, I’ll find you, just…”

“Hello?” Wild says, voice shaking. “Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you, Wild, where are you?” He pleads, desperation spilling into his voice.

“ ‘m bleeding… ‘m bleeding-”

“Where are you?!” He pratically shouts, eyes pricking.

“ ‘m sorry… ‘m sorry-”

“Hey- hey, no one’s mad, I’m not upset, but you need to tell me where you are.”

“Cave- dark, rocks- fell. Woods… left… to cave…”

“Ok, ok… you found a cave? Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Rocks… fell.” Wild groans.

“Ok… ok, I’m goin to find you, Wild, it’s going to be alright, you’ll be ok.”

“Hurts… it hurts…”

“I’m on my way, Wild, just keep telling me about where you are. Where did you go? What was around the cave?”

“Couldn’t sleep… left town. Followed path… big cliff. Cave. Wind- Wind- help-”

“I’m coming for you, Wild, it’s alright, I’m going to find you. I’ve-”

“I think… ‘m gonna… pass out.” Wild says weakly, voice trembling.

“No! No, no, don’t do that, just keep talking, ok? Keep talking, you need to tell me about where you’re at. How far in the cave did you go? Wild?”

“Not… far. Lil’ bit.”

He’s cramming his boots onto his feet as he listens, standing and grabbing his bag before running out the door of the inn. Into the cool night, dashing through town, following the path Wild had mentioned using the moonlight.

“Wild. Keep talking, uh… How come you couldn’t sleep?”

“Full… moon.” Wild breathes. His voice is so weak. “ ‘m… r’lly tired now, though…”

“You have to stay awake, you need to be able to answer any questions I have. I’m sorry, Champ, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t super important.”

Silence.

“Wild?”

“Mm?”

A weak hum.

“Wild, talk to me. Tell me… tell me about full moons. Why don’t you like them?”

“Moon… red. In my… era. Brings- monsters. Bad.”

“The moon is red?”

“Mhm…”

“And it brings-” he falters as he sees a cliff, legs picking up pace as he frantically scans the area for a cave entrance.

“W’nd?”

“Yeah, Wild, I’ve almost-”

“Can’t… st’y… ‘wake.”

“Wild keep your eyes open.” He warns, but his voice shakes.

“C’nt… ‘m sorry…”

“I’m going to find you. I’m in the cave, Wild. I’m right here, I’ll be with you in a few minutes. Just stay awake a little longer, please. It’s gonna be ok, once I find you you can rest all you want, for a week if you want, just stay awake for now. Please. Ok?”

Nothing.

“Wild?”

Radio silence.

He takes a steadying breath, ignoring the trembling all over his body.

“Wild. Answer me.”

There’s nothing. No response, no sounds, no nothing.

“Shit. Shit. Shit, Wild, I’m coming for you, please be ok.” He whispers, walking as quickly as he’s safely able to down the cave.

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#whumptober2023 #no. 7 #radio silence #can you hear me #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #Wild Lu #linked universe wild #Wild linked universe #wind lu #lu wind #wind linked universe #linked universe wind

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 7: Alleyway, “Can you hear me?”

Or: I take the bad mood I was in yesterday and give it to Legend

Warnings: mostly just canon-typical violence. Some injury.

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The stupid thing is, Legend easily could have avoided this.

If he’d been thinking at all about where he was walking, or the fact that he hadn’t brought any of his things with him, or just thinking, period, he would have realized he’d gotten rather far from where the Links were staying and gone off to the side of town that Time had taken one look at and said they should only go to in pairs.

But the argument he’d had with Wild was still rattling around his head, making his steps hard and angry, and he wasn’t thinking about where he was going a single bit.

“Nearly got Hyrule and Four killed and that’s how he reacts?” he growled as he stomped down an alleyway. “Gets mad at me for calling him out? Does he even care?!”

Legend kicked a pebble in his way, and continued to mutter angrily to himself.

“Gods, he’s less mature then Ralph, even Gulley would have known better,” he growled, consumed in his anger. “Has he never fought alongside anyone else?!”

“Sounds like you’ve had a rough evening.”

Legend froze, and slowly looked behind him, biting back a curse.

Somehow a group of people had come up behind him in the alleyway, sticking to the shadows so he couldn’t make out their faces. Legend sighed, and turned around to face all of them, hands on his hips.

“What do you want?” he snapped, and the figures chuckled, moving a little closer to him. They stepped into a patch of moonlight, and Legend could make out their faces, and nearly rolled his eyes. All men, all muscled, and all probably going to try and rob him.

Well joke’s on them, I don’t have my wallet with me, Legend thought with a smirk.

“We want your money, kid,” the one in front said with a smile. “And if you just hand it over, nice and easy, nobody has to get hurt.”

Legend snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure. Look, hate to disappoint you, but I actually don’t have any money on me. Sorry.”

The smile of the mugger turned more dangerous. “You must think we’re pretty stupid, kid. Nobody walks the streets in clothes like that unless they got rupees to spare.”

Legend crossed his arms, still annoyed at everything. “Look, I don’t have any money. And even if I did, I’d probably just give it to you guys to make you stop talking and leave me alone,” he snapped.

“Maybe he’s telling the truth, boss,” one of the other men said, and the one in front smirked a bit.

“Maybe he is. Or maybe he isn’t, but either way, those rings he’s wearing have got to be worth quite a bit. Not to mention I don’t like his attitude. I think he needs to be taught a lesson.”

Legend took a step back, feeling a bit worried now.

“Look you morons, I don’t want to have to hurt you,” he growled, continuing to slowly back up. The only weapons he had on him were the small dagger he kept in case of emergencies (slipped in his boot, which would be difficult to grab and only so much use against multiple assailants), and his fists, which while not totally useless, were once again not the best while outnumbered.

Running it was.

Legend’s eyes darted around as he continued to back up, looking for space to escape through. He tensed as he was about to whip around and bolt, then felt his back bump against something.

His stomach sank, and he turned around and saw another man grinning at him, larger then all the others.

“Well. Guess we’re doing this the hard way,” Legend muttered, and the men rushed him.

He held his own for quite a while considering, especially since the moment he’d pulled out his dagger it had gotten knocked out of his hand and lost to the shadows of the alleyway. Legend gave as much as he took, kicking and punching, using the (unfortunately mostly useless) rings on his hands to his advantage.

But he was horribly outnumbered, and the alley wasn’t the most spacious of places to fight in. Legend tried more then once to just slip past the men attacking him and run, but there wasn’t enough space for him to maneuver, and he was rapidly losing the fight.

Way to go Hero of Legend, really living up to your name, he thought angrily as a kick caught him on the side, making him stumble. Really superb fighting skills being showcased here today.

A knee went up and got him in the stomach, and Legend doubled over, coughing at the air knocked out of him. The men took the opportunity to rain blows down onto him while he gasped for air, and Legend couldn’t do much other then try to stumble away.

A fist caught him right on the eye as he stumbled (oh fantastic, now it would be purple for the next week), and Legend reeled, yelping as a leg managed to kick his feet out from under him.

He fell to the ground, and before he could do anything but realize he was in fact, on the ground, something loomed over him.

And suddenly a knife buried itself in his leg.

Legend let out a pained yell and swung his fist out towards his assailant, but he missed, and soon more kicks were aimed at his ribs and fists were pummeling him and Legend was seriously regretting coming out here all alone as he curled up and tried to protect his head.

Then he heard a shriek.

The fists paused in their assault, and Legend heard someone shouting something, another voice yelling in response. The sounds paused, then Legend heard something heavy hit the ground, then footsteps bolting away from him.

He didn’t move though, not wanting to uncurl in case any of the men were still there and wanting to punch him some more. He wasn’t convinced they hadn’t cracked any ribs, and he was slightly afraid to move.

Lighter footsteps came towards him, a hiss of sympathy accompanying them as they came to a stop.

And then a voice that Legend unfortunately recognized.

“Legend? Hey, can you hear me?!”

“Mm, loud’n clear...” he muttered out of the side of his face that wasn’t swelling. A finger prodded at his eye, and Legend smacked at it, gasping as the movement jarred the knife still in his leg.

He reluctantly pried open his not-purple eye, and looked up at about the last person he wanted to see right now.

Wild crouched above him, his face splashed with worry as he took in Legend’s battered body. Legend pointedly looked away, gingerly sitting up. He hissed at the movement, parts of himself he didn’t even know he had throbbing with pain, but he waved off Wild’s outstretched arm, managing to sit up by himself.

“Fantastic,” he muttered venomously, feeling around the knife in his leg. Oh, it was his own dagger. Real funny, guys. “Now the old man is going to have that awful worried-disappointed look he always gets and somebody is going to lecture me.”

“I know that feeling,” Wild said, and Legend pointedly didn’t look at him. “Um, can you stand? ...All our potions are back at the inn.”

“Yeah.”

Legend moved his aching arms beneath him, then quickly pushed himself upright, gasping as the knife was jarred.

His leg suddenly gave out on him, but instead of face planting onto the cobblestones like he’d expected, two arms shot out and supported him, stopping him from falling. Legend sighed, and would’ve pressed his hand to the bridge of his nose if his face hadn’t hurt so much.

“I... don’t think you can walk,” Wild said a little awkwardly, and Legend rolled his eyes.

“Genius deduction, Champion. I wonder where all that brainpower was earlier,” he snapped, leg still throbbing.

Wild went silent, and Legend ignored the sliver of regret that immediately rose in the wake of his words.

The champion didn’t say anything further as he shifted his grip around to better support Legend, slinging an arm under his shoulder. He began to walk, and Legend limped on silently beside him, the air between them as thick as the shadows they were walking through.

“I’m sorry.”

Legend raised an eyebrow over at Wild, who nervously met his eyes. “What?”

“I’m sorry. For... for endangering the others,” Wild continued, shame thick in his voice. “I wasn’t thinking about how the bomb arrows would set off the dodongos, even though Time said they were volatile, you were right. It was a stupid course of action. I nearly got Hyrule killed. Four’s still unconscious.”

His voice wavered a little on the last word, but Wild quickly smoothed it.

“You were right to yell, I deserved it,” he finished in a quiet voice.

Legend sighed, and felt his anger drain, replaced with a heavy tiredness that made all his bruises ache more.

“...It was in the heat of battle,” he replied quietly. “You didn’t really have time to think. And we were pretty outnumbered. If you hadn’t taken them out when you did, we’d all probably be in pretty bad shape.”

“...like you?” Wild said with a hesitant smile.

Legend smirked. “Yeah. Like me.”

He sighed again, and looked Wild in the eyes (as best he could with one of them swollen beyond belief anyway), making sure he was looking.

“...thanks for saving me. I owe you one.”

Wild’s face broke into a relieved smile at the apology, and he squeezed Legend’s shoulder. “We’re even, Vet. Don’t worry about it.”

Legend smiled back, even though it hurt, and let himself be supported by Wild’s weight a bit more as they walked through the streets. They were both silent again, but the awkward air had fled, left with something much more comfortable.

“One more thing Champion,” Legend said after a while. “You uh... maybe don’t tell the others I was so distracted I got snuck up on and stabbed?“

Wild’s face split in a grin. “I dunno Vet, I haven’t had any good blackmail on you in a while.”

Legend gasped in betrayal. “You said we were even!”

“Well I don’t know Ledge, there were four guys. Maybe you owe me one for each.”

“That’s criminal and you know it!”

“Well actually I think those guys were the criminals really—”

“Champion!”

Their argument continued the whole way back, mostly lighthearted, and the others heard them coming long before they reached the inn.

#It’s so funny rereading this I can tell I was so grumpy while writing it abdfhvjfhd #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu wild #linked universe fanfic #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #day 7 #alleyway #can you hear me #writing from the floor #in a much better mood today #I dunno what was up yeaterday #but I’m much better today #probably because I got to tromp around a field for like two hours :D

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