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#ill never recover from them
deadhoneybee · 3 months
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Hot Take:
Remus and sirius work so well because at their core they both believe they’re, in their own ways, Monsters. That they are truly the worst of the worst with no hope of redemption.
And still, they look at each other and see such beautiful people. People that love their friends and would do anything for those they care for. They dont see a monster, They See Each Other.
Even after learning these horrible and vile things about each other they still think they are good people, they still support and love each other and its that unconditional love that allows them to think “Maybe I really am capable of good.”
But of course,, they are never really allowed to have that, are they? Not after the prank, or after oct 81, not even 12 years later when things finally start looking up and then suddenly Remus is kneeling infront of The Veil trying so hard to hold it together because Damnit He’d Just Gotten Him Back.
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kinardscoffee · 29 days
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Guys.
Sometimes, when I think about how one day Buck is going to tell Tommy that he loves him for the first time (because he'll be too excited to hold it in anymore) and that Tommy will just smile at him, eyes never leaving Buck's when he says that he loves him too...
Well I just...
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hairlessgoblin · 7 months
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GALE IS THE TYPE OF GUY TO HOLD YOUR FACE WITH HIS WARM HAND AND THAT THOUGHT KEEPS ME BREATHING
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koumeowkami · 7 months
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COZMEZ *EXPLOSION SFX*
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purplepixel · 3 months
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Since you are a fan of rise and you do like that Raph. What’s your opinion on 03 Raph and 12 Raph?
Oh ho ho!! I'm actually glad you asked this bc I've been thinking about it a lot lately.
2003 raph is prob one of my favorite turtles in 03. I've only watched the first two seasons of the show, but I love his snark. He has some of the best comeback lines and his dynamic with Mikey is one of my favorite aspects of the show. His "yo mama" line is something I think about a lot haha.
Now 2012 raph. Ohhhh boy him. Having gotten through the first three seasons of 2012, my perception of him has changed drastically. If you showed me just the first two episodes of 2012 (and like...first half of season 1) I would've told you raph is a horrible brother who is nothing more than a bully. But I've watched three seasons of 2012 now and SOMEHOW he's become one of my favorites. Maybe it's bc they soften him a bit in later seasons. Maybe it's bc sometimes I'd sit there and be like...damn he has a right to be angry (I will actually never forgive splinter's "lesson" in s1ep3). Maybe I like really flawed characters? Idk. But as someone whos first introduction of the character was rise/2012 fics, I've now since grown an appreciation for him. 2012 had an extremely rough start with his character, since ya. He was a bully and oftentimes extremely out of pocket with insults. (but honestly all the 2012 turtles were. Raph was just the biggest offender). But like all raphs he's secretly a big softie that's masked by a rough exterior. 2012 raph is what happens if that softness is made fun of and seen as a weakness instead of strength. (Also if the writers don't understand the difference between banter and bullying until like season 2 coughcough) So ya, he's one of my favs now. I have way too much to say about him
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hopeworth · 11 months
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season 11 is only about daryl and judith actually nothing else
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fancifulflora · 1 year
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in the mood for angst! how would the LIs in atoc react to the crown sacrificing themselves for them (during or after ur choice!) ty! group crying session after this lol
hehehe, I've been writing a lot of fluff lately and semi angst so now it's high time I destroy people a little on the inside
also since its a sunday and i have a lot of extra time to write I'm posting this as a nice bonus on top of the 1 daily post
Azad/Ashti
Perhaps they weren't too unlike their father after all.
Both lead their country to ruin, to chaos, in one way or another.
The only problem was that the Royal Protector didn't lose their mind. Their body wasn't frail. Paranoia had not taken them the way it did their parent.
They were healthy, as healthy as one could be. Still young, strong. Capable and with agency.
Yet they were still alive. A Royal Protector now without their Crown.
A failure.
It still was fresh in their mind, a sharp ache filling up their head whenever they let their mind drift to you. The guilt robbed their lungs of air.
They think of the trust you had given them, they trust the two of you shared.
You knew full well that this was their purpose- their duty to lay their life down for your safety.
So why did you do it? Why go so far for them?
It hurts to not be able to hold you in your final moments, to be able to ask- demand to know why you were so damn selfless. Why you cared for them so. Why your eyes looked so resigned, so at peace the moment you shoved your entire body against theirs- your eyes meeting for the last time.
Your head rolling across the stones ended all hope for answers.
Leaving behind a country in chaos, a failure in desperate need of answers they'll never get.
Dara/Delal
Somehow, despite all odds, despite everything they did in their power to get stronger, to grow- they did it again.
They've killed another Crown.
It had to be a cruel trick played on them by the very Spirits themselves. Had to be. There was no way that they were deserving of such sacrifice.
No way a single, insignificant soldier was worth not one, but two Crowns.
Void take them, there was no way their life could ever be worth yours alone.
Not when they knew you, knew your character, knew your potential.
The armor they wore that day still sits in their office, the golden scales stained with a crimson that they may never wash off.
Their own hands are still stained with blood every time they dare look down at them, stained with your blood- no matter how many times they try to wash it off. Try to put it in the back of their mind.
They can't even stop to think of the consequences this will have on their family, they can barely think as is.
The only thing they can do is harden themselves and let the earth itself swallow their misery, their heart.
And their chances of redemption along with it.
Rozerîn/Rêzan
Not a soul blamed them for the Crown's passing.
A part of the sorcerer wished they would.
It's only right that they do.
Though they knew the blame would come later, when the nights of mourning- crying, ended.
It would come when the sorcerer could eat and drink once more when they could get back to brushing their long hair- leaving the darkness of their chambers.
And for once, they'd welcome it.
They'd happily take the looks from the nobles, the snide- even accusatory comments.
It wasn't like they were incorrect in their sentiment. The sorcerer did turn out to be unfit for their position. Unworthy of the faith placed in them by those around the magus.
They'd deserve no less for failing their mentor, for failing their Crown.
For failing you.
Void take them, they'd deserve more criticism if anything.
All their insecurities were brought to life that day, the same day life left yours. They still remember it now, remember the tears in your eyes as you cupped the side of their face, your weak voice telling them that it wasn't their fault. The way you clutched at their silk dress, your blood pooling on the ground.
No amount of healing magic could have healed the deep stabs you had sustained.
Spirits, to think that in your final moments, you'd be thinking of them. It ate away at the sorcerer's heart.
To think that they'd have no choice but to move on from your death - their task now set to finding the next Crown once more. To see the hard work the two of you put into Arsur washed away by time itself.
It was a weight the sorcerer wasn't sure they were worthy of taking, a burden they doubted- no, knew, they could not carry.
Not after watching their very hope fade from your eyes.
Xelara/Xelef
They had their doubts about you when they first stumbled across the long-lost Crown of Arsur.
Their own past with Crowns was a bloody one- one that had them contemplating whether or not they'd even help you in the first place when they first got a glance at your golden eyes.
They still remember holding you in your final moments, seeing the beautiful shades of the sun fade away.
Taking you with them.
Early on, they'd wonder what they might do- should do, if you turned out like Crown Piruz, whether they'd regret not being the one to run a blade through you- kill you where you stood in that clearing.
They certainly never expected to ever actually do it.
Not like this anyway.
Granted, they didn't actually kill you with their own two hands. In fact, most of the songs and tales being spun around Arsur have been about the affection they held for you.
A love that brought about their end.
All because of an arrow you had stolen from them- taking it through the heart instead of the mercenary.
No. They couldn't lie to themselves, not this time.
They knew better. Anyone would sense would.
It wasn't the arrow that killed you.
It was them.
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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months
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this video makes me want to sob and throw up and scream and cry and collapse onto the floor
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chidoroki · 2 years
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September 9th - Happy Birthday Isabella
(with almost all panels of her as Grandma)
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relicsongmel · 1 month
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Currently crying in the club on a Wednesday afternoon over this journal entry from my mom’s camera roll
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I watched Scrubs for the first time in college, when I knew nothing about hospital culture or the weight of working in medicine. I liked it, I laughed, I cried, but I didn’t fully get it.
I’m rewatching it on the other side of the covid pandemic and three and half years of nursing later. Now it’s like therapy. It may lean more towards satire and be pretty silly at times, but it captures hospital dynamics and the emotionality and trauma of working in healthcare in a way that makes me feel seen.
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dent-de-leon · 2 years
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My heart's still breaking over what the Tombtaker fight looked like from Lucien/Molly's perspective. Lucien experiencing a rush of nauseating guilt and regret when he hurts Beau, Mollymauk's voice pleading with her to live. And when he goes after Caleb, for that brief, terrifying moment when he's about to strike--it causes Molly visceral, physical pain. As if his spirit was "scratching to get out," clawing away at Lucien's prison in a desperate attempt to save his family.
Mollymauk just loves them so much--
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Guardians of the galaxy 3 initial review:
DO NOT TOUCH ME
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calowlmitygoddess · 6 months
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i've had a small freak out on twitter after deciding to read ahead on Stormcaster and finding out Han eventually started to use the sul'Alger tittle/last name
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mwagneto · 1 year
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ppl will literally hold my face in both hands and look me in the eyes and say im the most perfect person they know and that im important to them and they want to be there for me. and ill still be like uhm what if they're just saying it to be nice but secretly hate my guts
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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#sometimes i feel like my brain is disintegrating in my head. coming apart like a lump of paper in a pool of water#it comes with this weird feeling of vertigo. like i turn my head and my thoughts are spinning too fast. they keep going despite my standing#still. its also a but when you start drinking something and when u stop your thoughts r hazy and ur breathing is heavy#maybe thats not a universal experience. sometimes when i stop i realize ive slipped half out of my body#and now im stumbling from day to day trying desperately to remember all the things im supposed to be managing#but there are these big holes in my brain. like im missing chunks of grey matter. the bits that would let me stop and start things#i dunno. when im taking measurements i have this image of myself on my knees holding the fragrance pieces of my life together as they#crumble thru my fingers and my insides shrivle away from the walls that contain them. i go hollow like a gord#and ppl say oh ur so passionate abt what u do. and i go brittle bc it doesnt feel like passion it feels like the symptom of an illness#i dont care. im just trying to burn the hours away. make time vanish. and for what? what am i building toward? i have an answer that i give#interviewers but i dunno i never thought id make it this far. but here we r. unhappy and lacking in purpose. its just that this last year#was so weird bc about a year ago i burned out so hard that i never recovered and it just got worse and worse. i feel now that ive stopped#the bleeding at least but the bitterness is still there. still infecting my words and curving my spine around the injury#and in theory i understand the path to healing but its hard when im just so. i dont even kno. angry? im not mad but the word feels right#but i dunno what id be angry about. maybe im just sick of empty tasks and not caring. i used to have passion and enthusiasm now i just feel#fragile and hurt. bracing for pain. and that makes me so sad. i wish i could go out into the woods and wander. just breathe#but no. instead ill start another day identical to 100 others and hope to keep my head above the surface bc im sick of swallowing sea water#anyway. itll b fine. hopefully this week i can commit to a program. hopefully. another program halfway across the country. this time#vertically. landing me still 2 time zones from home. but hopefully there i can breathe a little. maybe. hopefully. well see#unrelated
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