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Csak annyit kérek, emlékezz Rám és ne kérdezd meg ki bántott..!
Children of distance - Emlékezz Rám
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Elvesztegetett évek, elpazarolt hónapok rosszul voltam akkor még, de azt hiszem már jól vagyok! Elvesztegetett évek, elpazarolt hónapok rosszul voltam akkor még, hát jól jegyezd meg végre azt, hogy: nem kell nekem semmi, csak add vissza az éveim, nem számít a pénz csak add vissza az éveim!
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liveyourlifebetter · 2 years
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Amikor az élet nem túl szép,
Valamihez ragaszkodnom kell,
Hogy bírjam, kell, hogy bírjam még
Talán te is lehetnél,
Vagy csak képzelem, hogy jó,
Segíts rajtam kérlek...
Children of Distance - Túl Nehéz A Szó
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boxosqueen · 2 years
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Barátom... keserűen ízlelgetem ezt a szót
Olyan régen láttalak, hogy az talán igaz se volt
Jól vagyok kifelé, de idebenn meg szorongok
A tükörben reggel egy idegennek mosolygok
Ha újra látlak, nincs semmi csak egy hello
A téma mi is lehetne: régi emlékek és meló
Nyomkodva a telót, nem figyelve egymásra
Idegenként nézek bele már abba a szempárba
A család hogy van? Feleslegesen kérdezem
De úgy teszem fel érdeklődve mintha érdekelne
Egy év is hosszú, de ennyi idő után
Nehéz olyat mondanom, hogy ne hangozzon bután
Megbeszélem magammal, hogy kin múlott végül
Az elpazarolt idő már soha meg nem térül
A néma tettekkel néma lettem
Pedig mi is lehettünk volna néha ketten...
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the-bagira · 2 years
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topnotchquark · 1 month
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Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.
Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.
And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.
But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.
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imakemywings · 1 month
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I do love Celebrimbor takes where post-death/rebirth he actually has very little to say to his family until they show some signs of remorse or personal growth from the atrocities they committed in Middle-earth.
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Lydia: I could kiss you right now!
Cora, voice squeaking: Neat.
[Later in the loft]
Cora: Neat! I said "neat"! I'm not a teenager from the 50s, I can do better that "neat"!
Derek: Don't sweat it. Remember what I said the first time Stiles told me he loved me?
Cora: Didn't you say "yikes"?
Derek, eyes haunted: I said "yikes."
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bookshelfdreams · 3 months
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(sorry I'm still thinking about 20 y/o children's fantasy book Tintenherz & sequels by Cornelia Funke, please move along)
the mo/staubfinger dynamic is so insane like
you have this guy who is dropped into a wholly unfamiliar environment, literally transported into another dimension and there's only 3 people who even know this happened to him, only 3 in the entire world; and out of these 3, 2 came from the same place as him, sure, but those 2 are also his worst enemies who he has a very violent history with
and then there's mo. the whole situation kinda is his fault, true (at least in staubfinger's mind it is and who could blame him) but he's also the only person on earth who at least sort of knows what happened to him and who probably won't brutalize him
plus they both lost the loves of their respective lives to another world at the same time but that's cool that's just the cherry on top at this point
like are you telling me they didn't form an extremely intense emotional bond forged of lots of conflicting things, of grief and anger and hate and longing. with the only other person in the world who knows what happened, who they do not have to lie to, who they can maybe find the facsimile of comfort with, even though it's painful and weird and probably kinda unhealthy (but then again, the whole situation is fucked)
and! mo clearly also knows that proximity to staubfinger is dangerous, tries to get him out of his life, leaves the city with his young daughter in the middle of the night just to get away from him
(as it will turn out, justifiably, because staubfinger is so homesick and heartbroken, he will sell mo out to the aforementioned enemy eventually)
and that's all before the story even starts!
and then
AND THEN
(yes it gets more intense than that)
staubfinger does eventually make it back home and mo follows soon after because their lives are linked now, the narrative will not let them be apart for too long and it almost kills him but he lives, is reborn as a part of this new world
but you know who does die?
staubfinger.
and mo literally calls him back from the dead, goes into the underworld to rescue him, makes a deal for his life (both their lives) with Death herself, calls him by his name and drags him back into the light
which forges a literal soul bond between them that makes them know each others thoughts, feel each others feelings
and we're supposed to be normal about that
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martyrbat · 9 months
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grimm – batman: legends of the dark knight #149
[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”
But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”
Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]
#losing my mind at this....#bruce worrying and doubting himself and if he can give dick the life he deserves#he loves him. he cares. but he knows love alone wont save someone and his own worries about what if he fails#alfred who started this cycle of caring about someone elses son and trying to raise orphaned children while fearing you arent good enough#you see your own heartbreak in their face and you try so hard to save them because its saving yourself in a sense.#bruce doom spiraling because dick didnt want his mash potatoes....#dicks chubby little face....#alfreds love and support but always with that barrier. he loves & raised bruce like hes his own child but hes always going to be the butler#every ‘son’ being replaced with ‘sir’...#and bruce internalizing that barrier and that layer of separation and distance so he duplicates it because its all he knows#he doesn't want to but its all he knows and hes still terrified of what if he fails them? what if he loses them#by disappointing them and them seeing hes not qualified and good enough to be their father?#but also if he isnt good enough he'll fail them by getting them killed. he'll lose his loved one yet again#just this cycle of fear and doubt and love and trying your best despite it not always being good enough and GAH#also cannot stress enough bruce monologuing and doubting himself because dick is upset and didn't want dinner is so funny#c: batman: legends of the dark knight | i: 149#crypt's panels#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#bruce & dick#alfred & bruce#happy sad boy sunday !!!#<- it counts enough only because im posting this on a sunday >:3
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only-one-brain-cell · 11 months
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I’m sorry but Spencer thinking Maeve is the most beautiful woman to him when he hadn’t even met her yet will be the most romantic thing I’ve ever herd in my life. Jesus Christ, not a whole lot could top that and that’s the hill I’ll die on.
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nemvoltamelegjoneki · 2 years
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Másképp lenne minden, ha akkor én nem féltem volna
Hiába is könyörögnék, ma te vagy aki hátrahagy
Beléd lettem szerelmes, de jól tudom, te másba vagy...
Children of Distance - Azt kívánnám
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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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Whitestone is fucking STUNNING
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mercutiotakethewheel · 7 months
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rereading fablehaven is actually so sad rn bc like fuck im not eleven anymore wtf? i keep reading expecting to relate to kendra and seth like i used to but i just dont? like i can still feel the beating heart of love i have for this story underneath but its like different now. like this fun story is deeply sad to me now like what???
these kids joined the magical world and in doing so had to sever every connection they have to the outside world from before. they only have friends their age for like a ch of book 2, and after that they basically have no peer group. how awful is that for a couple of kids?
and they dont get to be kids anymore. seth’s mischief gathers consequences until he seems to lose it in the latter half of dragonwatch. kendra gains self confidence in some ways but then also becomes more and more burdened with responsibilities she didnt ask for and shouldnt have at the ripe age of 13-16.
like i dont even know
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i might be projecting here and its def not this deep but i desperately need these bitches to re-enter the public school system and make some fucking friends their own age. please. magical or non-magical.
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macksartblock · 10 days
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Every time I think about Grant Wilson I think reading THG trilogy would’ve done wonders for him
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the-bagira · 4 months
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„Az eszem visszatartana, a szívem ami haza húz, Hiába fáj, így is visszavárlak, nem hogy ártanék, Azt hiszem, hogy hülye vagyok, még így is megbocsájtanék.
Te csak keresed bennem a hűtlent, Nem fáj, hogy így alakult, Maradok vihar közben a szélcsend, Egy elhagyott alagút.
Megtörtek a hónapok, nem mondanám, hogy jól vagyok, Tudtam, vannak nehéz percek, jöhetnek még rossz napok, Megviselt, hogy én is láttam közeleg a vég nekünk, Én hoztam meg a döntést, lehet mind a ketten tévedünk, Úgy érezted bírnád még, de nem volt erőm folytatni, Annyi minden bántott téged, mégis, sosem mondtad ki, Nehéz volt ez nekem, nem magamra, csak rád gondoltam, Érzem, neked nem jó, hogy ilyen sokat távol voltam, Nem lehet ezt feldolgozni, ennek mindig nyoma marad, Gondolok rád ma is, amikor bámulom a szoba falat, Közénk állt a távolság, azt hittem nem akadály, Azt hittem, ha szeretlek, a szívem majd hazatalál."
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