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mylienated · 9 months

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sashisu week on twitter day 6 - “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.”

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mylienated · 9 months

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The Confession

After a few drinks, Gojo is drunk. Very drunk. Courage courses through his veins, a foreign and unfamiliar a substance as the alcohol was- as what use was courage to the World’s Strongest Sorcerer, the Honored One, the sole heir to the all powerful Six Eyes and Limitless techniques?

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He turned his gaze on the source of his trepidation as she sipped her drink, seemingly oblivious to his inner tribulations. They were sitting next to each other, practically touching, and while he went to great lengths to never have it activated around her, there was no denying the infinity between them.

The irony was not lost on him. The torture of harboring such an immense desire to close the distance yet simultaneously an antithetical state of panic- Gojo had no doubt in his mind, this truly was the most twisted curse of them all.

Restlessness gets the best of him, quickly downing two cocktails and in no time, Gojo is drunk. Very drunk. Courage courses through his veins, a foreign and unfamiliar a substance as the alcohol was- as what use was courage to the World’s Strongest Sorcerer, the Honored One, the sole heir to the all powerful Six Eyes and Limitless techniques?

But he let it influence his body and mind as a curse would; an unexpected ally against his worst enemy- himself. His lips loosen as his heart overflows; weighted words finally escape that would otherwise cower and chain themselves to his throat.

“I really, really missed you Utahime.” But his eyes said more...so much more.

She’s unable to meet those cosmic orbs of his, refusing to allow herself to be drawn in by the gravity within them.

“Well, you better work on your aim then” she replies, chortling at her lame joke as she sips her drink.

Gojo pressed on, undeterred now with alcohol marching to his aide.

“Did you…did you miss me….?” As much as I missed you?

Did you ache for me?

As much as I ached for you?

Utahime was resolute, eyes locked onto her glass.

“Hmm. I did notice it was a lot quieter lately. Much more peaceful. I missed that. It was like a dream.”

“A dream, huh?” Gojo shakes his head, chuckling lightly. Some things never change, and he was glad for it.

“You know…the whole time we've been apart felt like a blur; I can't even tell you what I did or what happened. It was like...being in a memory of a place, but the memory was fading. Although there was one thing i do remember, a dream I had….one I could never forget.” He fought the urge to fidget with his glass as he continued, settling for an iron grip.

“I was on some train, maybe on my way to a mission, watching the sunset out the window…when suddenly you were there sitting next to me, and…and you were holding my hand. That was it, that was the dream.” He winced at the juvenility of his words; an unavoidable effect of the alcohol but a worthy tradeoff if it gave him the strength to gamble it all, here and now.

"I didn’t know where the train was going, but it didn’t matter, because you were there- with me. Watching the sunset, together. And when I woke up, I couldn't believe it wasn’t real. I could feel your hand, your actual hand…”

He manages to break the uneasy hold on his drink, his hand trailing across the table until it rests on top of her own, fingers coaxing hers to release the glass and intertwine with his.

“And now I realize why. Because every time I'm with you, it feels like a dream...” Gojo trails off, willing her to face him.

It works- Utahime an unwitting victim as she looks up and she’s instantly lost, consummately lost in the blinding ardentness in his eyes, the aching tenderness in his smile.

Upon meeting her eyes, he throws his cards- his entire heart - on the table.

“…and I never want to wake up. Ever.”

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Just a drabble/short preview of my next chapter that i'll finish sometime in the next century. Thx for reading xoxo

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mylienated · 11 months

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Reblog if you are team Zekaela

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mylienated · 1 year

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Truly appreciated the "given Ellie an agency" too! Not Joel saving her from herself nor from the fire. She goes out and survives ON HER OWN. Love it! Bravo! 😭

THE LAST OF US - #It’s just deer meat

#the last of us #tlou spoilers #pedro pascal #tlouhboedit #tlouedit #joel miller #ellie williams #bella ramsey #tlounetwork #tloudaily

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mylienated · 1 year

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Baby girl. 🥺😭

#the last of us #the last of us episode 8 #tlou #joel miller #ellie tlou #joel and ellie

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mylienated · 1 year

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How are they so perfect 😭

#the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #thelastofusedit

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mylienated · 1 year

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Did you know that diarrhea is hereditary?

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mylienated · 1 year

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I'm not crying, you are 😭😭😭

ELLIE & SAM in THE LAST OF US S01E05 ─ Endure and Survive

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mylienated · 1 year

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My heart 🧡

Oh lights go down

In the moment we're lost and found

I just wanna be by your side

If these wings could fly

For the rest of our lives ಇ.

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mylienated · 1 year

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Lmao louder.

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mylienated · 1 year

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Anya: I’ll add on to your “a” to make “at”.

Yor: Okay, I’ll add on to your “at” to make “rat”.

Loid: I will add on to your “rat” to make “biostratigraphic”.

Yuri: [flips the table]

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mylienated · 1 year

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Simp spotted 🥸

*MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD*

Twilight must have noticed he was staring at his wife too intensely because he absolutely tried to look the other way for the rest of the day… until that moment, and he cannot but look at her and admire her, but without her ever having to know how he feels.

He is a dolt.

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mylienated · 2 years

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Could have also saved Rhaenyra's children from the troubles which rooted from their dark hair? 😅 Le sigh.

Why did they make Rhaenys silver*blonde-yellow*-haired instead of the black-haired one she was in the book? Why did we get this ridiculous conflict of Rhaenyra and Rhaenys, instead of the tandem they had? Why didn't showrunnes show us at least a little bit of THAT family connection that the blacks had?