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yesloulou · 7 months
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We almost kissed each other. That was very close. There's nothing wrong with it. Max, and Daniel after his potentially final F1 race (it wasn't ❤️)
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vzleria · 7 months
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It's always gonna be you.
Parallels
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unclaimedcandies · 1 year
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Literally cannot stop crying that is HOW YOU DO REPRESENTATION!!!!!!!!! THEY WERE ALLOWED TO GROW OLD!!!!!!! TO KISS!!!!!!!!! MULTIPLE TIMES!!!! TO HAVE EMOTIONAL RANGE!!!!!!
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alpydk · 11 days
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To Gale
I know that you believe That inside you’re not enough That you’re broken and you’re worthless And you don’t deserve love
But to me you are everything I wish you could see it too All the light that you bring And all the love I have for you
And so I’ll keep telling you As you stumble through the dark As you don’t believe the words I say A deep ache within your heart
I’ll tell you that I love you That you’re my moon and star I’ll wait for you, no matter what And love you as you are.
Taken from my recent Nana fic (Cabinet of Oddities.)
I may have requested something and then proceeded to cry for the last hour over it...
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drdocttor · 9 months
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wow i love that nothing bad happened in season two of good omens everyone is joyous and happy and celebrating wow (still broken up about the breakup or whatever you call that scene) (loved the amount of gabriel we got though he's so real)
ill come out with some real art and genuine commentary in a bit for now let me mourn
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zahri-melitor · 5 months
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Nothing like a DC Christmas story with parallels nobody at the time intended to start you crying.
And in the Depths - Christmas With the Super-Heroes #2 (1989)
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Dick got his costume for Christmas? Wait who does that remind me of?
Identity Crisis - Batman #455-457 (1990)
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You know, the story set on Christmas Eve when Tim buried Janet and ‘earned’ his new costume as Robin.
With the back up moment of:
It’s a Wonderful Night - DC Universe Holiday Special #1 (2008).
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That time Dick gives Tim his costume for Christmas on Christmas Eve.
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jacketlovingfox · 3 months
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Me: Alright, let's check out the latest episode of Hazbin Hotel-
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Me (I was a major Vox simp):
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vshusband · 7 months
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YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAY!!!!1!1!!1!1!!11!!11!!1!!
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wawataka · 7 months
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i know this jokes been made like a million times but here’s my take
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swiftiekazbrekker · 17 days
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The girls who understand Penelope featherington…THIS IS FOR US! Lover girls who want nothing more than to be wanted and loved and are rewarded with nothing but heartache and mockery….WE ARE SEEN
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tonysziva · 2 months
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NO BUT IN 2021 MICHAEL FRICKING TOLD US. IT WAS ALREDY IN TALK?! Bye
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fandomonetwo · 7 months
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fear — steve harrington
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▸summary: you expect people to do die with honour, with bravery, with courage. you died with fear. steve can't know.
▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader, eddie munson, dustin henderson
▸tw: angst. like, really bad. it's an issue.
▸a/n: i don't actually know what goes on inside my brain. for some reason, i just really like angst.
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LOVE HURT.
IT was something that multiple people agreed upon. Steve Harrington was one of them. 
The whole party had some semblance of loss somewhere in their hearts, but Steve… 
It just seemed like something was gunning for him, sucking the happiness one loss at a time. 
Steve had never before known what love could’ve been until he met you. There was always something about you that never seemed to leave him alone. Whether it was that stupid grin, the stupid hair, the stupid arms, the stupid hugs, the stupid sappy words. Everything that Steve missed out on was being passed onto him like he was a reject shop, which was what he felt like. You gave him love, gave him hope, gave him life even. 
Then you died. 
When Dustin and Eddie came back through the portal without you, Steve freaked out. When Dustin couldn’t scream the words without them catching in his throat, Steve begged him to keep them there. When Dustin said he wasn’t strong enough to carry you and Eddie was on his way to collapse, Steve screamed that he was. He was strong. He could do it. He could, he promised he could. With tears in his eyes and dirt on his face and his hand on his chest, he promised he could carry you back. With his knees on the ground and his voice lost in the wind, he promised he could. 
So he ripped himself up like he wanted to rip his heart out of his body, ignoring the cries and begs of the people behind him. He had never moved faster in his life than when he was climbing into that portal, throwing open the caravan door, sprinting to the figure that lay in the dust. His voice returned as he screeched, flailing his arms to rid the area of any of the bats that might have smelled the meat, the fresh kill. There were no bats flying. They had all dropped a while ago. He knelt next to the person he had recklessly given everything to, shaking your shoulders and begging you to wake up. He didn’t stop asking the favour, even when he claimed it was too cold for you here, dragging you body upright into a standing position. He didn’t stop asking even when he began walking, praying that your legs would move the same way. They left tracks in the dirt as they dragged. He didn’t stop begging even when he screamed at Nancy to pull you through. She could feel the toll that death had taken on you. The loss of muscle, the eerie stillness. Yet, Steve still didn’t stop begging even when he said that you were safe now. 
Wake up now. You can’t sleep here. You have to wake up.
Your eyes were open. 
There was no such thing as peace at that moment. Nobody was blessed with the grieving silence. Steve wouldn’t let that happen. He didn’t want it to be silent, not when you loved to make noise. Not when you would laugh at his lame jokes. He couldn’t be silent in his efforts to somehow make you wake up. 
Eddie sat on the ground, his back propped up against the wall. He stared straight ahead, his facial expression not changing even as there was a tear. Nancy and Robin didn’t even try forcing their faces still. They twisted and sobbed and cried no matter how hard they tried to stifle it. They didn’t want to add to Steve’s pain. Dustin was in worse shape. He didn’t know what to do. Does he hug Steve? Does he leave him alone? Does he cry? Does he stay strong? What does he do? So, he stands there. He stands there, and he cries, and Steve doesn’t see. He can’t see. The blurriness of his vision paired with the agonising pain in his brain and his heart just makes it so that he doesn’t see anything. He can’t even remember how they got your body to the hospital. 
Telling your parents sucked. Steve couldn’t actually do it. He stood at one of the tables, folding clothes for the people packed in the stadium, the ones that had their houses crushed in the ‘earthquake’. He stood there, and he looked horrible. He was pale. He had bags under his eyes. He was thin. His eyes were red and his nose was raw. He couldn’t even talk properly. His hands shook. His knees trembled when your parents walked over. 
Dustin had spoken to them. Told them how you died. Or, how you ‘died’. You were caught saving him and Eddie in the ‘earthquake’, and you had died. He chose to keep the fact that you had stood alone, surrounded by a swarm of bats after pushing Eddie out of the fray into Dustin’s arms. 
The funny thing was, you didn’t die from the wounds from the bats. You didn’t even sustain many. Sure, you had enough that it would’ve put you in serious danger, but it wasn’t the wounds that killed you. Dustin may have been a little delirious, but he didn’t imagine you clutching your chest and dropping like a sack of potatoes. He didn’t imagine the jerk your body made as you breath caught. He didn’t imagine you dying standing up. He may not have been a doctor, but he wasn’t stupid. He was a nerd, and nerds read. 
You had a heart attack. The fear had actually killed you. You had been scared to death. 
That wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was when the bats began to swan dive straight onto you. That was the worst part. That was the part that got Dustin screaming himself awake at night. That was the part that pushed Dustin to drag Eddie away, away from you. You didn’t feel it, at least. Steve didn’t even know how you died. Dustin knew that if Steve knew, he’d actually go mental. So, he and Eddie swore never to tell anyone else. Not family, not the party, no-one. 
So when your mother came walking over to the Harrington boy, tears collecting in her eyes as she stretched her arms out, his knees finally gave out. He collapsed in her arms, filling her ears with never ending apologies. She shushed him, sobbing. Soon, your father joined the hug, and the three of them cried over your heroic sacrifice. 
Meanwhile, Dustin and Eddie looked on from opposite sides. They exchanged glances, and went back to their own work. They never had to know that your death was so out of place, that you died with that much fear. They never had to know that you had cried that you didn’t want to be there. They didn’t have to know that you had asked Eddie to take you home. They never had to know that you asked Dustin for one more hug. 
Love hurt, but they didn’t have to know how much worse it could get. 
They kept their mouths shut.
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Bitches be like "I'm fine"
Then listen to their dead poets society playlist at 6:30 a.m
I am bitches.
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morfitties · 7 months
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I am foaming at the mouth and about to start bawling I love them so much omg
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skipitty-bop · 1 year
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THEY MAKE ME SO ILL
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journeytodrawiii · 4 months
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I recently rewatched the Lord Of the Rings movies and although I do love them dearly I must say I am ultimately more attached to the Hobbit series. I have also as of yet only read the hobbit and not lotr — a grave sin I know 🙇 — but I hope to once I have time. Anyway that inspired me to make this little Gandalf and Bilbo drawing. I love them both very much, two lovely little lads. Anyway… yeah :D. I hope y’all are well, stay safe and warm.
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