#ow oh my heart

[maraczeks]

the flatshare thread pt 2

#oh that's 💔💔💔😭😭😭😭 #ow oh my heart #my heart #feb 2 2024 #THEYRE GOONG TO BRIGHTONNNN #hollyyyyy the most precious ever #i'm crying i can't believe #ughhhhhhh i hate him #i'm gonna reread soon but this is actually hitting me so good #so today was like the worst day to binge watch this wtf #THEY GOT HATE TO ADMIT FOR THIS???? #i need a hug really really badly like #omg they actually lined everything up so well #bro they better end this well

[corgiteatime]

yeah sure i'm fine i'm totally normal i'm ok i'm fine i'm normal i'm n

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #i am very easily emotionally manipulated i know #this is just a collection of lines that made me go “oh ow my heart” #waaahuhuhuaaa you can't do this to meeee

[aardvaark]

the long way down job is such an important turning point in eliot & parker’s relationship bc they’d both been viewing the things they have in common as fairly negative: they’ve both been told that they’re cold and ruthless and dangerous and they know those things are true. so when they’ve recognised themselves in each other, it’s been a sense of "the thing that’s wrong with me is a lot like the thing that’s wrong with you". and there’s comfort in that, in a way. but now eliot gets parker to see that maybe those aren’t all negative traits, they’re just… traits. neutral. it doesn’t make them bad or good, it makes them who they are. and now when they see themselves reflected in each other, it’s not a reminder that they’re wrong and bad - it’s kinship, it’s familiarity, it’s belonging.

#leverage #eliot spencer #parker #parker leverage #the long way down job #leverageposting #wren speaks #they’ve bonded over being different (shameful) but now they’re bonding over being different (neutral) #and eliot has clearly had to come a long way btwn s3 and s4 to make that realisation & we see parker have that realisation… #listening to episode commentary makes me Have Emotions like oh parker has felt like she wasn’t good enough to have a family until now. oh. #oh they recognise similar traits in each other and act different when it’s just them bc they don’t bother w the facade of humanity #and she hasn’t been able to talk to anyone about morality until now but eliot Understands in a way the others can’t #and she’s just now finally realising that she is worthy of hardison & she’s capable of a relationship which she was worried she wouldn’t be #okay. alright. ow my heart

[cupiidzbow]

(BLOWS UP AND LEAVES A PAIR OF SHOES BEHIND) I got an amazing comm from @/almguav on twitter I feel so crazy and lightheaded rn IM SO HAPPY AUAGAHAHAHAHAGAGAQGGA

#🦍🏄‍♂️🌊 #they are so sweet and their art is so good I owe you my life alm oh my goodness 😭😭😭😭 #IMMNN SOCRAZYYYY IM CRAZYYY IM CRAZUZUYYYYYYYY #people started drawing him with the little hearts reflected in his glasses and it makes me so sick to my stomach and crazy….. #like he really loves my ass does he…… BLOWS UP INTO A MILLION PIECES #AUHHYUYUUB GRIPS MY HEAD IN PAIN BANGING BEAD ON DESK ITS SO GOODDDDF LURCHES OVER AND STARTS DRY HEAVING ….. #AUAHAHAHHAAH #FAVE #ULT FAVE #GIFTS! 🎁 #self ship #self shipping #self ship art #bipoc self ship

[becauseplot]

It's over. It's done. It's over.

Forever is sobbing when Phil, Cellbit, and Bad walk back into to the room.

It's a desperate tangle of English and Portuguese that's spilling from his lips, nigh unintelligible. As the three of them make their way around the cell, Phil starts to desipher the words: "--faça parar! Faça parar! Please stop, please stop, PLEASE! Faça parar, por favor! Por favor...!"

Forever is curled up in the corner of his cell, face hidden in his hands, crying out for anyone, anyone to help him.

Phil swallows. Breathes.

He takes a step back and lets Cellbit step forward, taking up the view of the window. Cellbit starts to speak in Portuguese to Forever as Forever continues to wail, shrinking away from Cellbit and shaking something fierce. Cellbit asks Bad to remove the glass pane and Bad does so in a heartbeat.

"Olha para mim," Cellbit says with a voice that's firm and raw but not unkind. He takes a deep breath, feline tail swishing about his ankles, and holds a bar of the cell for support as he leans in closer. "Olha para mim, Forever. Abre os olhos. Por favor."

A few seconds pass. Forever's sobs wither out into wheezing breaths, and his trembling hands slide down his face. Bloodshot eyes peer up at Cellbit. Terrified. Confused.

And Cellbit begins to talk. Phil barely understands a word of it, but Cellbit is calm and clear in his speech. He holds up the syringe for Forever to see, pointing to its contents, and he talks Forever down when he starts begging again. Bad, meanwhile, kneels down behind Forever. He doesn't say anything, but he places a feather-light hand on Forever's back through the bars, oh so gentle and wary of his claws.

And Phil? Phil stands off to the side. He gives the two of them plenty of room, refusing to crowd Forever and send him into another fit of panic; but his shield is still strapped to his arm, and his axe still hangs in his hand at his side.

He won't hurt Forever. God, no, he won't hurt Forever, but Phil---Phil needs something to hold onto right now.

At last, Cellbit reaches through the large gap in the bars, holding out the syringe in an open hand. Forever sits and stares at it, throat bobbing in half-aborted sounds of doubt. He doesn't move to take it.

Phil shifts his wings. They'll hold him down and administer the antidote themselves if they have to, but no one here wants to force it on him. He's been through enough.

Thankfully, Forever finally uncurls himself from his corner just long enough to take the syringe. His fingers tremble around it so badly that Phil is afraid he'll drop it and the tube will shatter on the floor, spilling the precious medication, but he doesn't. He takes syringe and jabs it through the pearl-white fabric of his sleeve and into the meat of his arm and sinks the plunger.

Silence.

And then Forever howls. The sound rips out of him, head tipped back and tears spilling over his cheeks and jaw open wide, wide like someone reached down into his esophagus and tore his insides up and out through his mouth.

Cellbit squeezes his eyes shut and ducks away, ears pinned back. Bad knocks his forehead against the cold metal bars and makes a quiet, pained noise. Phil closes his eyes and puts a hand over his mouth and curls his wings around himself and leans on his axe because oh god, he feels like he's going to be sick.

The cry tapers off. Phil hears Cellbit hurry away and start talking to Pac on the other side of the room. Bad mutters something about the inventory scanners. Phil opens his eyes and sees Forever slumped in the corner of his cell, eyes glassy and chest rattling with every inhale. His hand lay at his side, the syringe held limply between his twitching fingers.

Phil approaches the cell and braces a hand on one of the bars. "Forever," he says. Forever doesn't so much as twitch. "Forever, can you hear me?"

Forever's gaze drags itself from the middle distance over to Phil. He blinks. His eyes flutter shut, and he sags back against the bars completely, a heap of limbs.

Phil stands there. Rubs a hand over his mouth. In the distance, there is the sound of soft, gentle Portuguese undercut by anxious mutterings. The click-clack of an inventory scanner being disarmed echoes off the walls. There's an outcry, raw and guttural. Forever's cell is dismantled with a thunk of a universal block breaker. Weeping reaches Phil's ears, muffled by an embrace, soothed by hushed reassurances.

And Forever lies sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed. Unmoving. Phil, for that matter, can't bring himself to move either. He stands, and he stares, and he breathes, and he watches Forever breathing.

"Is he okay?"

Phil jolts. He looks away from Forever to look up at Cellbit. The man's eyes are red, his mouth drawn tight.

Phil shrugs. It's barely more than a shift of his shoulders; it's all he can manage. "I don't know. I think he passed out."

Cellbit nods. "Okay. Okay." He exhales and drags his hands down his face with a shudder. "Jesus Christ, man..."

Yeah. Yeah, that just about sums it up.

#oh. ough. ouuhgg. god. fuck. ow. my heart. #i am emotionally processing yesterday's stream so i had to write something #here have a semi-accurate retelling of the final bit of the confrontation from phil's point of view #my writing #doubt i'll put this on ao3 but maybe #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #qsmp forever #insaneduo #insane duo #sugarduo #sugar duo

[smolthealmighty]

He sees the lengths that the heroes will go to save someone that should be a lost cause…

And doesn’t understand why he was left behind.

#bnha 365 #shigaraki tomura #bnha spoilers #ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow #my fuckin heart oh my poor boy my sweet boy #it wasn’t your fault and you should’ve been given a chance too #someone save him please #smol’s stuff #smol’s weird ass shit

[kennyomegasweave]

I get why Heart doesn't talk. I'm hard of hearing. I'm not deaf, I just can't hear super well and it will continue to get progressively worse. I'm also loud af because of that. I've had people I'm out with shush me in public places because of it and, I get why they do it because everybody doesn't want to hear me yell, but it still sucks. Because I love to talk.

So for Heart, whose parents have completely removed him from society, most likely due to misplaced shame at his condition, there's a huge chance they haven't let him talk since. He probably did try to keep talking at first and I'm guessing they shut it down because he couldn't control his volume and tone. And now he just doesn't.

Which is a whole other level of heartbreaking to me. Deaf people do not owe it to anyone to speak. But people who had hearing, for an extended period of time and not just the first few years of life, are used to talking. That's how we've been raised to communicate since birth basically. And so when people take that away because we're too loud? It hurts. So much.

I don't think he'll start talking again, nor do I think he needs to. But the fact that he doesn't, when he was hearing and speaking for 12 years, and how it was most likely a choice made for him to not "embarrass" his parents? Or make them feel guilty he got sick? And how his parents also didn't even bother to learn sign either? It's just devastating to me.

#moonlight chicken #I love when deaf and hard of hearing characters exist #I relate more to the ones that lost their hearing after having it most of their life more #obviously cause that's my life #and so heart who has hearing for at least like 12 years #oh he's gonna break my heart because of how he's being treated because of it #regular clyde #this is just my wading in #because I've seen a lot of posts asking why he doesn't talk #and I've seen a lot of posts saying he doesn't owe anyone talking #and I think both are right things to ask and say! #and obviously I don't speak for like everyone #this is just my take on it #as a bitch that can no longer watch anything without subtitles #and has to get the assisted listening devices for plays #and can only hear lyrics if the music is real loud

[letsgetitblog]

Excuse me.

We were supposed to get a movie that focused on Raph & Casey... For the 2012 version????

AM I GETTING THAT RIGHT?

AM I FUCKING GETTING THAT RIGHT!?!?!?!?

#cause... it was so WEIRD WHY THE 2012 TMNT NEVER GOT A MOVIE. #LIKE WTF #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #oh this just BLOWS MEEEE #A MOVIE THAT WAS GONNA FOCUS ON THEM??? #OW. MY RASEY HEART.

[runningatypufullspeed]

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE MY FUGLY UGLY ASS ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE X FAHRENHEIT 451 CROSSOVER DRAWING THAT I WAS FORCED TO DO FOR SCHOOL….. ITS SO UGLY AND MONTAG IS

WHITE.

AND THE HOUNDS ARE DISGUSTING THE COLORING IS SO SHITTY AND MILDRED …. Well ok she looks alright kindof but the COLORING ….. SKETCH WAS BETTER but do you guys. Do you still want to see it…….,,,,,,

ALSO NO OFFENSE TO WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶😁👍 within reason

#like ok maybe it isn’t. THAT bad #NO NO I TAKE THAT BACK I JUST LOOKED AT IT RIGHT NOW AND THE COMPOSITION IS ALL FUCKING VOER THE PLACE #IT. IT IS. THAT BAD #IF YOU GUYS SAY YESS YOULL SEE #ok but nasty bad art aside I know some of you will be asking why white Montag is such a bad thing and #there isn’t anything wrong with it!!! it’s just that for me personally #after I did a bit more thinking I was. physically incapable of perceiving Montag as anything other than POC/nonwhite #so when I look back at my old f451 art and stare into the eyes of a pale skittish twink it just #it doesn’t click. like that isn’t MY Montag if ykwim #now trembling BROWN skittish twink. that’s a different story #AGAIN I DONT have any issues with ppl making their own versions white I just think that . for me specifically. he looked a bit funny #a little off. a bit too crackerish for my liking #where is bros melanin 😭 #I’m complaining right now but if I wanted to I could just… go in and try and make the skin tone darker #I might do that depending on how tired I feel after doomscrolling #also if it matters even though I have read the book over at least 8 times now not once have I touched either of the movies. #and it will STAY THAT WAY. until I completely log my notes for the book #then I can move on to the movies 🥰 #but I will admit 2018 did sort of lead me to having a change of heart w my design. just a little. just a teensy bit. kinda. sort of? #actually not really now that I think about it #I have my own reasons. #TOO MANY WHITE PEOPLE MY EYES THEY BURN AAAYHHHHH MY EYES OW OW OW OWIEEEE #my Beatty design was so white that my eyes developed stage 4 cataracts #I needed a palate cleanser that WASNT Millie… oh god my Millie design… #she was white there too. terrible #it’s okay… 💔 I’ve since learned and moved on #ARGH GUYS I DONT HATE WHITE PEOPLE I JUST THINK THAT MORE SKIN COLOR VARIATIONS WOULD E NICE

[trophygony]

can you see me lose can you hear me yell and scream.

#witch's heart #witch's heart spoilers #ramblegony #IM LOSING IT LOSING IT LOSING IT. #a keysmash is not enough i need to kill someone #oh my god #i am Losing it #i am losing it #i am sl<slLLSKj I #head in hands #so badly #despair and agony #ough #agh #ouhg #ow #ouch #yowl #and such #i am in pain #i am suffering and will suffer for years to come #how can i be normal #i am not normal #i am so normal #i am So fine #So good and alright #i will never be fine again.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Equius: D-> Most noble dancestor?

Horuss: 8==D yes, most noble dancestor?

Equius: D-> I have need of your deSTRENGTHening gloves.

Horuss: 8==D Here y00 go. I trust y00 will use them well.

---

Porrim: Ho+russ, where are yo+ur glo+ves?

Horuss: 8==D I lent them to my dancestor.

Horuss: 8==D He's been hugging his moirail for three hours.

#submission #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #equius zahhak #horuss zahhak #porrim maryam #nepeta leijon #meowrails #mod terezi #oh #oh ow #that hit me in the fuckin heart oh my god i need a moment #give me a minute hang on #i'm sorry just hold on i need a moment

[aromanticbuck]

Once upon a time...

in a far away forest, bordered by an icy lake, there lived a warlock who hated all of mankind... but he had not always been this cursed, having ventured long ago into these same woods with the purest of hearts, only to have it hardened and die from the betrayal of his one true love. Having no more heart of his own, he became immortal, and would kill all those who dared set foot in his forest. Only if he ever met a man pure of heart, could he be freed from his curse, and become mortal once more...

His name had been John, centuries ago. He was John of Stonesfall, a soldier in a war that was over only shortly before his life was. His life, on the other hand, was cursed to never end, even if it felt like it had when the curse was passed onto him. For years, he was bound to that forest, to the shore of the lake that it surrounded, determined to wait as patiently as he could for someone who was as pure of heart as he had been when he entered it. Only then would he be able to leave and finally live out the end of his life - free of the power that he didn’t understand that trapped him there.

Except years turned into decades, and decades turned into centuries, and the forest was destroyed so that mankind could expand - it became a city, in enough time, Chicago. There were too many people to kill for trespassing onto land that should have been his, so he settled on an alternative and blended in, instead. But people looked at him a little too long if he introduced himself as John of Stonesfall, and he needed a name that didn’t make people think he needed to be committed to some mental institution somewhere, especially when it might be too far from the lake for the curse to be appeased. So, he chose different names for different identities as time went on - John, Samuel, Caleb, Adam, Daniel, Brandon, Gregory... the latest was Mouse. It was something that no one blinked at as long as he stayed in alleyways, didn’t talk to people besides his dealers, didn’t draw any attention to himself that would leave a paper trail. Then, he would have to change his identity again, and it was harder to do each time he had to do it, when more and more people would recognize his face and potentially expose him.

It had been going fine. He’d lived almost five years as Mouse, and almost no one questioned why his appearance never changed. No one questioned where he came from or where he was going next. It was perfect, until the police showed up when he needed to be anonymous the most.

He’d almost given up on finding another pure heart. The world had changed too much, and those people simply didn’t exist anymore. The centuries he’d spent alone were all for nothing, and he had resigned himself to the rest of them alone. So, he gave the name Mouse to the patrol officer who asked for his statement, any information he could give about the crime that had been committed right in front of him. And the officer - J Halstead was what the badge on his chest said - seemed... nice. But people were only nice when they wanted something, like information to solve a crime, or the body he was cursed to keep living in, or a favor that only he could accomplish because he couldn’t be killed in the middle of it.

Things from there happened without his permission, and he didn’t even know how. Months after their chance meeting in the middle of a police investigation, he was sitting across the table from Officer Halstead at dinner. Three years after that, things were still good. He rarely spent time in those alleys anymore, choosing instead to spend nights in Jay’s apartment, listening to pillow talk that involved discussion about cases he’d closed and ones he still hadn’t solved. When his unit had an open position, using devices that Mouse was an expert in after teaching himself skills as society developed around him, he made sure it got offered.

And that was when John knew he couldn’t keep living that way.

He couldn’t spend every single day in the same building as someone he loved, someone who loved him return, someone who trusted and believed him at every turn. Because Jay’s heart was pure, and that was what he was most afraid of. Maybe he could break his own curse, finally be given the freedom to age and die after spending so long in a kind of stasis, but that would come with a price. A broken curse didn’t go away, it just jumped to the next person, clung to the next pure heart until it was worn down and hardened into one of stone. The cycle had to end, and it would end with him, not someone like Jay Halstead who deserved a real life, the shorter, mortal kind that actually meant something.

After packing a bag and getting ready to leave their home, the one he found himself wanting to cling to instead of just remember, there was only one thing he could do. He had to tell his love the truth, and give him the advice that had been given to him by the witch who had passed her curse to him so many years before. The advice he should have listened to before it was too late:

Run. And never come back if you value this life.

#jay halstead #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #moustead #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #dead hearts #john of stonesfall #alex does moodboards #immortal and mortal aus my beloved #oh my god they were doomed by the narrative #i've been thinking about this all day #i even rewatched dead hearts to feel something #(the feeling was ow)

[fleurdufeu]

“I’ll just watch this casually she said”

“this looks cute and romantic with angst and humor, and I love the dark lord x sunshine girl trope!”

36 episodes and a box of kleenex later, and dear reader, I did not watch it casually

#love between fairy and devil #was excellent #and oh MY GOD were the last six episodes an angst fest #ow my heart #drama tag #cdrama

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 15

“Over Yet" by Hayley Williams

#song of the day #very exciting to have one of my brothers tell me entirely unprompted that he's enjoying the current playlist #a very big win #I spent most of my work day today doing what I've been thinking of as 'evil rubber-ducking' #where the IT guys throw me the especially Difficult faculty members--the ones who can't be helped because they won't listen-- #and I trick them into actually talking me through what they're doing so we can find the problem and fix it #(eternally amazed by people who request help and then refuse it. you called me bud. you submitted a service request ticket on purpose. #oh you can't do your job without connecting to the vpn? that's great we can't fix it until you tell us what's fucking stopping you) #mostly this 'tricking' takes the form of me being a sweet young butter-wouldn't-melt Southern girl in over my head with mean IT guys #bless them (derogatory) these folks who won't let IT even attempt to start working through the 'have you tried' scripts #because they know they're getting something wrong but are too angry-embarrassed to admit they don't know what #are still delighted to mansplain the idea of a remote connection to me #--that's not fair. I shouldn't mischaracterize them it's mostly not mansplaining. #the two today were yankee-splaining me. city-splaining maybe. #what would a hick like me (y'all is one person. all y'all or some'a y'all for multiple people) possibly know about enterprise networks-- #anyway they were using the wrong login credentials and were so sure of themselves they'd never even tried the other set just to see #bless. their. hearts. #(IT owes me so many little favors like this now. the latest database tweak I asked for got done live while I described it to them) #anyway anyway! love the chorus on this song #'to get out of your head yes break a sweat / baby tell yourself it ain't over yet' #makes me move my head every time

[kingslionheart]

thinking A LOT about the look on aaron's face as soon as he sees jack for the first time since his confession.

at first it seemed as if he felt safe, like he could be himself around her because she knew about his queerness and she, a priest, told him that it was fine, that he did nothing that the god he so desperately believes in would ever punish him for, then there's the moment when those first instances of safety end and are replaced by a sort of darkness that can be translated in the reminder of the guilt he lived in for most of his life, a guilt that can't be pushed down so easily and always comes back at full force.

THAT is the religious trauma experience, the terrible feeling of not being able to quiet down the words, the lies, you have heard your whole life, and that even if you know, even if a religious authority you value told you that it is not something that god would punish you for, you still have the belief you grew up with and that needs years and years to be destroyed, if it ever even cease to exist in the first place.

#you do feel grateful when religious authorities raise awareness that some 'sins' that have always been considered as such actually aren't #it's one of the most freeing experiences when you are religious and one of the so called 'sinners' #but even if they say that it is still SO hard to kill that belief that is so deeply within you #because the manipulation is big and it has been destroying you for ages #i still remember how hard i cried when i found that suicide and suicidal thoughts aren't considered a 'sin' anymore #now they are also doing an effort to make religious queer people understand that being queer is not something that god would ever condemn #and therefore dismantling the belief that their institution has built for HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS of years #ANYWAY #my point is that it is so horrific how society and people in power manipulates beliefs for their own advantages #and when they finally say 'oh that was actually a lie' you have to undo something that has been up for over a thousand years #and even if you know in your heart what it is true when it comes to yourself you just can't push it that much down #and that belief will always be within you even if you don't hear it that much anymore #but having a representation like this actually works #because it makes you understand what actually has to live within you in a WAY louder way #that you will be alright #ANYWAY PT.2 #david dawson i once again owe you my life #the burning girls #aaron marsh #david dawson #religious trauma

[143bc]

Simply love the way her hair frames her beautiful face ❤️🌹

#Anna Kendrick #oh the feels #love what you do #ow my heart