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how am I supposed to live on after buddy daddies' epilogue
#crying sobbing screaming wailing rn#buddy daddies spoilers#i don't know yet what to think of the ending#can someone force kazuki to go see a hairdresser please#also i'm sorry but rei's incompetence to cook anything other than french toast is not cute#at least they're happy for ever i can die in peace#i did not expect that flash forward but i think i like that they did one#even if it wasn't entirely satisfying#also i was not impressed by the no-homo line you know the one#it was unnecessary come on#but they're all still alive ten years later how wholesome is that 😭😭#they're a familyyyyyy#they can live a normal liiiife#i'm gonna miss them#ramble#my post
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#AUUUGH WAILING SCREAMING CRYING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL SOBBING#BROCEDES PLEASE WHY COULDN'T YOU TWO HAVE BEEN NON-FAMOUS#WHY DID YOU DRAG ALL OF US INTO YOUR SITUATIONSHIP#my mom is sick of me wailing about them. nearly collapsed at work when i remembered 'yes... and team-mate'#sliver springs is going platinum in my house rn#how can you be childhood friends and just fall apart like that? i think about falling out with tas like that and i go nearly catatonic#yeah you're a 7x wdc winner and you got the one wdc that you wanted but was it worth it? was this loss worth it? would you do it again?#going by the interviews they probably would and that's why they fell out in the first place. i literally cannot imagine caring about some#trophy over my childhood best friend but like i guess that's why they're pro level athletes and i'm in my room posting about them#anyway what the fuck was up during f1 photographers during their fallout? why is every photo of them cinematic? did you know we'd be using#them? did you know we'd go crazy? or were you also like 'oh this is cinema in the making. i gotta capture this.'?#anyway for all of that want to know where the quote is from‚ it's jacob black from twilight when bella is getting turned into a vamp#stephanie meyer had one (1) banger line and it was this#brocedes#brocedes edit#f1 edit#f1 web weaving#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#nr6#lh44#formula 1#web weaving#please ignore my absolutely atrocious photo editing skills. thank you imgflip!!
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scrambled thoughts about s4 bc I'm losing my goddamned MIND
just finished s4 of Doctor Who. quick question: how the hell do you go on without Rose Tyler? I can't even imagine I literally. what.
like once s3 rolled around I really fuckin realized I was apparently very much watching this show for ROSE and her dynamic with the Doctor, not the Doctor himself or whatever else lmaoo
ONLY Rose has made me bawl my eyes out, let alone even tear up at all. I just can't even fathom being able to connect with any other plot or character like I did with her and her love for the Doctor.
I just ohh for all of s3 most of s4 I just missed her so much??? like Martha and Donna are great (well, I didn't like Martha at first and you can definitely guess why based on all of this but once s4 rolled around she was great!! loved her) but oh my god they were just no Rose Tyler.
plus WOW I really got so attached to her relationships with other people?? like Donna and Martha's families n whatnot made me feel NOTHING whereas I could not get enough of Jackie and adored Mickey (Mickey is family. he is. I don't care if he's her ex or whatever. he's part of the family). Captain Jack Harkness my one true love (btw just sayin I really think Rose and the Doctor should've gotten a hello kiss. maybe not the Doctor he did not deserve one for leaving Jack but Rose did!! hello!!! you gave them "I'm going to go die" kisses give them "hello we're all still alive missed you" kisses!!!). idk if maybe I was just so clocked out of s3-4 that I missed something but I swear those two just had like no really compelling personal relationships outside of the Doctor, and maybe like one specific family member (lookin at you, gramps).
the fact that Rose ended up liking Martha and Donna though??? dfindsnjdj dying dying DYING I love that she would've been friends with them both. they deserved to all sit and gossip about the Doctor like she did with Sarah Jane right in front of his face.
also oh my god no one why why why please PLEASE I'm not used to consuming sad media I try and avoid it as much as possible and this show is just. just. oh my god.
Rose is so close to what she truly wanted. she'll have a life with the Doctor, but not her Doctor and not the life she fought so hard to get back. instead she's still still still stuck in Pete's World, unable to travel across time and space and save the universe with her Doctor (and don't get me wrong, I love the idea of Tentoo, but it just rubs me the wrong way no matter how I try and look at it. it feels like when a character's memories are erased. they're still technically themselves, but something important is missing all the same. and that thing missing is the TARDIS in this case Tentoo is the best thing she could've gotten lol). I feel like I can't even adequately put it into words why her ending makes me as upset as it does I just hope you Get It. I don't think it would've been good for her to not have ANY other solid relationships like she would've had if she'd gone with the Doctor but also oh my god. oh my god.
and the Doctor is once again without his brilliant, fantastic Rose.
I really hope she doesn't come back though unless it's on her own terms, because she missed her friends or smth. I really hope she's able to travel the world and it be enough for her as long as she's got Tentoo by her side. I really, really hope she's happy and fully in love with Tentoo and they are living the BEST life they can.
Fuck. this SHOW.
#if this is incomprehensible well. ngk. that's how my brain feels rn#came for David Tenntant but stayed solely for Rose Tyler <3#I'm still gonna try and watch on but I won't be too surprised if I end up dropping it#I need it to be known my reaction to JE was so violent and loud I thought for a second cops were going to be called on me#I didn't just shout or cry or anything I SCREAMED ahahaha it sounded like someone was being MURDERED#the only reason Doomsday didn't have me toppling over putting holes in my walls was because I wasn't alone I stg#do you know how hard it is to silently sob?? I am not good at it. in fact I am so bad I couldn't I wailed I wailed#I did not cover everything here but I got the gist of most of it#so sorry martha and donna but I just. whew. I just did not care at all#timepetals#tenrose#tentoorose#tenth doctor#rose tyler#tentoo#doctor who
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im going insane over the new disventure camp ep im going fucking CRY my BALLS off
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mm lots to say but i won't say it
#[💒] — june.txt#yall will call me delusional or whatever but it is reasonable to be crying sobbing shaking rn dont act like you wouldnt do the same#''get over it its just a show!'' easy for you to say isnt it !#huihuis cmere we can scream cry wail about this together#june watches exclusive fairytale
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In addition to the post I made earlier this morning ('I am totally normal rn' <-is lying vibes real rn-) I have a thought connected to that with just hurt my soul completely, even more than the Gloria one.
So you guys know about Skipper running away from Barbieworld, right? To go to babysit a kid somewhere?
I understand that it was quite surely a reference to a movie they released back in March (I honestly did not know the existence of this movie) but let's take a step back a lil.
Now, Weird Barbie told B---ie (now Barbara) that someone was playing wrong with her... but what if in Skipper's case it was played right?
It's kind of strange how Skipper got out of the Barbieworld? Like she needed to make things right? ...Comforting, perhaps?
Until you remember the existence of the movie.
Until you realise that Skipper is a sister.
Until you realise that she literally went to a completely different location just for a child.
Until you realise that she was literally offering a babysitting job to the child's parents.
UNTIL YOU REALISE THAT THE CHILD QUITE SURELY SAW SKIPPER AS AN OLDER SISTER FIGURE AND SAW THE BABYSITTING MOVIE AND WANTED SKIPPER TO BABYSIT THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE PROBABLY LEFT AT HOME A LOT AND SKIPPER WAS THEIR COMFORT PERSON.
AND THEN YOU REALISE THAT MATTELL SAW THAT AND TOOK SKIPPER AWAY FROM HER CHILD.
THEY TOOK AWAY THE CHILD'S FOUND REAL-LIFE SISTER.
#screaming sobbing wailing rn;;;;;;;#*crying whale noises*#skipper#skipper barbie#barbie skipper#barbie skipper and the big babysitting adventure#barbie movie#barbara#barbie#barbie movie spoilers#barbie spoilers#spideygal#spideygal oc#it's 01:46 in the morning rn;;; and i am scrwqming and sobbing how os something that was there for even just a second in teh movie making m#wail and cry;;;;;;;#it is now 01:47;;;; still trying not to have a full blown mental breakdown rn;;;;;;;;;#huesitos!!#also idk if the babysitting movie has to do with skipper babysitting her other sister but you know;;;;; children cope;;;#children cope with movies sometimes;;;;;;;;;;;
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They made me think of youu 🫶🏻
HES SO. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#🌃 : june.txt#🌠 : asks#lua ✨#IM CRYING SOBBING WHY WOULD U DO THIS#IM SO UPSET#LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!#MY BABY#SCREAM#HES SO SNUGGLY EHEHEKJHEKGJEKJAHDSAJF#PUNCHING A WALL RN#WAILING KICKING MY FEET SHRIEKING
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falling over crying banging my fists listening to GOOMT’s Theme
CRYING AND BANGING MY FIIIISSSTSSSSSSS
#I JUST LOVE GOOMT SO MUCH YOU GUUUYYYSSSS#SCREAMS INTO HALF-EMPTY GATORADE#LIES HALF-DANGLING OFF MY BED CRYING AND SOBBING AND HAVING FEELINGS IN REGARDS TO MY GOOMT-Y BABBYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#WAILS#OH WE'RE GOIN IN FOR IT. WE ARE GOIN /IN/ FOR IT LADS!!!#i had IDEAS last night and OH. OH 10000 YEARS HIGH FIVES FOR HARV!!!!#MANY CHEST BUMPS FOR CHESTER!!!! OH I'M SO COOL I'M HIGH FIVING MYSELF RIGHT NOW /BOOYAH/#MAN i'm so sexy and smart. oh this is good. now if only we can get through the last haul of hte library arc hahahaha#hahahHAHHAHAAHhahaahahahahaahahahahaha AHAsdfHXFM#HDFGHJDFG yeah. it's kinda like that rn.#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#life of an artist.
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cracking my knuckles to ask for an angsty sully family fic with sully reader 😈
Fatal
Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader
Summary- It was you instead of Neteyam.
Warnings- this probably sucks cause I'm on cloud 9 rn, angsty asf, gun shot, blood, A lot of crying from Neytiri Jake Neteyam Lo'ak Kiri and Tuk, and death
Seeking refuge with the Metakinya Clan from sky people was going good after all the drama issues along with trust issues came to a halt. You learned to live with them as the learned to live with you. That was until the sky people and avatars found you and your family once again.
You watched as Neteyam cut you and Lo'ak a loose. You dogged all the arrows that flighted through the air, and then the demon Quaritch caught y'all. Grabbing a guy you shot him letting him lose Lo'ak and Neteyam. He pulled his gun up and you fell to the water not being able to have saved Kiri or Tuk. You heard Lo'ak and Neteyam cheer in happiness, "Y/N you saved us." Neteyam said with a smile it disappearing as he saw you barely above water.
"Y/N." He said cautiously. "Nete- been hit." Was all you could stutter out as the piercing pain leaked all threw you.
"We got you Y/N." Lo'ak said grabbing ahold to your side and Neteyam to the other. The spotted your father on a rock waving you over. They pushed their overused muscles even harder trying to get you to a ground. Finally reaching the color in Jake's face fell seeing the blood on his son's hands and then you.
Your shoulder pierced straight through, fatal.
"She was shot after sav-" Neteyam's voice broke as tears fell onto his face. "Saved us." Lo'ak finished holding you hand. It seemed Neytiri spotted all of you and landed next to you. "M-mother." You stuttered out as you feel your life leaving your body. Neytiri dropped to the ground pushing Jake out of the way as she wailed. "No no no." She said hand hovering over your shoulder as it leaked even more blood. "Mommy I wan-want to go home." You cried as you feel everything freeze it was suddenly cold. "I- I lo-" your eyes went blank, chest stopped heaving up and down, nothing but your soulless body. Lo'ak dropped his head into your lap and sobbed into your lap.
Neytiri held your head screaming, "No not my baby not my baby girl not my life." She screamed she felt a piece of herself leave as she held your lifeless body in her hands. Jake wiped his tears as best he could, "Your sister where?" Jake said even more tears falling as he sees you lifeless body.
"On- on the boat." Neteyam replied. "Neytiri-" Jake said grabbing her arm just for her to push him away, "Go away." She cried cradling you. "Neytiri they have our daughters." He said and all the emotion left her face standing up she grabbed her bow and called an ikran and rode off. "Stay with your sister you've done enough." Jake said as Neteyam said he should go as well.
And then it happened the fight on the boat, Spider was saved "A child for a child." Jake said as they surrounded you hugging Spider, Lo'ak still holding your hand.
Now you were to be with Eywa your mother and father guided you though the ocean body in a leaf made casket with you in it flowers surrounding you, "Ma Y/N." Neytiri whispered. "Strong and graceful." She continued tears falling from her face as she held onto the necklace you gave to her. "Light of my life you are gone." She said as the Meykayina clan whispered a pray to Eywa. "You will shine like the finest gem in our memories now you are with Eywa." She voice breaking as moss at the bottom wrapped around your body and sinking you in.
Neteyam had his arms wrapped around himself as he watches his sister get sucked into the world. Lo'ak face was shocked in tears as Kiri held Tuk as she cried she would never see her sister again.
And now you were with Eywa.
#avatar 2022#avatar 2#avatar 2009#avatar#avatar way of water#avatar x y/n#avatar x you#avatar x reader#avatar angst#avatar x reader angst#avatar x sully!reader#sully!reader#sully family x reader#sully family
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I jsut had an idea for Slow Boiled Stone Egg au.
Basically, in the base jttw canon story, both Buddha and Guanyin are supposed to be present DURING the fight with Macaque. So you can bet that after a battle like that, Guanyin is going to insist on Wukong getting a checkup, like... he's pregnant for crying out loud and just had to kill his mate. While she is doing that, Gold Star basically comes down to get statements and discovers A) Wukong is a Stone Monkey, B) he pregnant, and C) he very much wants to keep this a secret. Now, Gold Star always liked Wukong. It's why he tried also hard to defend him when the Jade Emperor was all for killing him for his insolence from the get-go. Learning his favorite troublemaker had been a member of his favorite species of extinct primate celestial this time is a big shock to him, and he did so after discovering he had to kill his own mate, who without the magic to keep up a glamour, is now very obviously seen as another Stone Monkey. He's gonna know what that means for Wukong, being ghe msot knowledgeable about Stone Monkeys and their mating habits, and he'll feel a lot of sympathy for him.
I imagine he'll have a talk with the Pilgrims, just letting that they should take it easy on Wukong for a bit after the death of his mate, and offhandedly mentioning the fact Stone Monkeys mate for life. And kindly ask that they follow Wukong's request to keep these facts hidden and secret, and to respect that Wukong is in grieving and likely will not ever truly be able to find romantic love again.
Oh gosh, and Guanyin and Gold Star were likely unaware that Macaque didn't know until the fight was over. Buddha probably did but he has a lot on his cosmic plate rn.
The PIlgrims, the Gods, and even Guanyin herself wanted to step in and stop the fight; but Wukong refused. He demanded that it stay between him and his mate, that he can find a way to calm him down enough to tell him.
In the Jttw Stone Egged au: Wukong is successful.
However, in the Slow Boiled au: he tragically isn't.
Wukong is sobbing, wailing, screaming over the deceased monkey before him. His Pilgrim brothers are so disturbed by what they just seen that they can't even speak. Guanyin is stoney, trying to hide her own tears of sympathy as she tries to approach the monkey to determine his and his unborn's condition. Wukong refuses to move from his spot drapped over his unmoving mate.
Meanwhile, Gold Star stands nearby. A look of dismay, confirmation, and horror upon his face.
I hc that Gold Star has some huge empathy, not only for demons, but for any form of life - as the planet Venus is now scienfically believed to have once had a basis of life similar to what later developed on Earth's pre-Cambrian. The primordial god of Venus had to watch all life on his planet die off, whether due to supernatural or cosmic changes. When he became the Jade Emperor's right-hand man, Gold Star advocates for all life, now matter what - including a little chaos monkey he suspected was a reminder of the far past.
When the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque fought and the Macaque died; Gold Star basically witnessed what very well could be the last member of an extinct species kill their mate in self-defence. And upon realising that both monkeys were an extinct species of celestial primate? You might as well have crushed a dodo egg right infront of him.
Stone Monkeys mate for life.
Sun Wukong is an *immortal* Stone Monkey. One that's carrying a Stone egg (!!).
And he has just killed his mate in self-defence.
Gold Star bluntly states the above bullet points to the Pilgrims when asked why he himself is tearing up. All four companions weep with sympathy as the knowledge sets in, Tripitaka in particular blaming himself for banishing Wukong just before the Macaque tried ambushing them. Had the monk maybe have been more trusting of his student then maybe both monkeys could be alive right now.
At some point during the grieving, a mass of chains rise up from the Underworld and pull the six-eared monkey down into the depths, ignoring how the Monkey King screams and digs through the dirt to follow his mate.
The stench of death magic hangs in the air.
Wukong stare blankly at the dirt. His moonlight has been taken into the Underworld. Somewhere he himself is unwelcome.
In the next few years he attempts to bursts through the gates to retrieve his mate, only to recieve word that the Liu'er Mihou is not listed among the dead throughout all the levels of Hell. Wukong cries once more, now bittersweet, that his mate has passed through the Bridge of Naihe into the next life.
Wukong spends the next thousand years waiting.
#slow boiled stone egg au#stone egg talk#character death tw#canonical character death tw#sun wukong#shadowpeach#six eared macaque#liu er mihou#pregnancy tw#lmk gold star#lmk guanyin#jttw au#lmk au#lmk#lego monkie kid#jttw#journey the west#angst tw#death tw
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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14
we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready
chapter 34:
1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though
2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this
3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried
4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg
5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice
6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding
7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it
8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.
9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared
10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to
11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck
12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning
13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone
14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.
Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.
It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.
It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””
this fucking fic i swear to god
15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy
they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined
im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.
#marauders#jegulus#art heist baby#james potter#mwpp#mwpp era#regulus black#fanfic#ao3#sirius black#sirius and regulus#sobbing crying throwing up#tears are streaming down my face#literally sobbing#barty crouch junior#evan rosier#cress' ahb reviews
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The Hunt - series
Chap 5. Decode - Recom Miles Quaritch
I’m literally so tired rn wtf
pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem!reader
cw! violence, war, guns, fire, trauma, this may be triggering to some with ed’s, death and nurses
Note : this chapter is DARK if you have problems with the content of this writing please do not read it any further. this series will have dark content. I apologize for saying this however I’m not responsible for the thoughts that come with this piece, I can only warn you and provide viewer discretions.
mature content ahead : proceed with caution!
The cries of those people replayed over and over inside your head. Their screams of horror and fear. The sounds of guns and the heat of the fire set on the villages. It reminded you of hometree.
You remembered it like it was yesterday The cries of your people, sobbing as their only home they’d known was brought down in a day. You could still picture it. Could still hear it. Your people never stopped grieving their beloved hometree. Even you found yourself crying over your home. You could never visit for too long without fearing the sky people finding you.
You believed you could find a way to change these people. But they were savages. Ripping people from their homes. Taking no mercy on them. Killing their bonds like they were nothing. It tore you apart inside. How naive you’d been to believe that you could befriend, even mate with the monster in charge of the team.
It was one village after another, you felt so weak and helpless. Unable to do anything to ease the cries and pleas of the innocents. They looked to you for help, and all you could do was hope to calm them, even as your captors brought hell onto them. As the soldiers held guns to their heads and demanded answers.
The terror you witnessed all over again. It was horrifying, and you had to play part. The thought made you shudder as another sob escaped your throat. You brought a hand to your mouth and curled in on yourself, rocking yourself to sleep. You hoped the morning would never come, that the land would be forever shrouded in darkness, punishment for the sins brought upon Eywa and her people. You prayed to Eywa, words muddled by your broken cries. Spending the days to come, wailing as you hoped to wash away your sins.
You could hardly eat or sleep, the thoughts of what had happened plaguing your mind like death. Only you knew death was paradise to anything or anyone in the metal box you were trapped in.
Eventually the caretakers began to worry when your tray returned full, and your vitals dropped. They didn’t understand, they could never understand. To grieve so deeply for life you’d never known, was a feeling foreign to their cold hearts. The sky people were no different from stone. And the demons you’d once wanted to change, were hollow, void of feeling or compassion. Like dolls made from grass and leaves, made to obey.
You sighed at this thought, finding distraction from the uncomfortable ‘iv’ attached to your arm. Looking down, you observed the blossoming bruise surrounding the needle. It stung. Everything stung. Inside and out. All you wanted was to go home to never leave camp again. You felt tears forming in your eyes at this. The dreams of home felt real sometimes. Only to find yourself waking to the walls of your cell.
The reality of everything never felt so painful. You’d that that after war and loss, that you would feel numbness to everything. But it was opposite, all you could was feel every emotion from before. You felt it all in its fullness. You felt the anguish from your warriors, who felt nothing but failure. And you lived the cries of parents who lost their mates and children. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew that these humans needed tastes of their own medicine.
You knew when you got home you would have to tell your clan everything, and you knew that there would be war, greater than before. This time with more than the forest Na’vi fighting. You could only hope that before your release you could stay strong, your people needed you, needed your intel and insight. You only wished the Great Mother would show you how, how to help her people.
And she did. That night you dreamed something you thought was only a desire. But she showed you the hurt and pain it would bring beforehand. You knew you had a choice, but the choices separate from Eywa’s will, were measured. You thought of them, finding ways to make them work. But you knew that go succeed for your people, you would need to present Eywa, in all of her glory, to whom who’s fate was undecided.
You would need him to see Eywa. And for Eywa, him.
Your heart cried for him, although your mind seethed. It was him, you knew deep down, who Eywa had chosen to help bring balance to the sky people. With his influence he could bring peace to the humans, and with their peace, the Na’vi would be free from war.
You swallowed your fear and asked for him, all of him. Promising good health, just for his presence.
The nurses could only give you what you wanted, their worry for you more powerful than the fear for the General. They were happy, you figured. They were happy to have you bathed and changed, to have you fed and rested. You were relieved, their will to help so powerful. Like light within the darkness.
After you were cared for, they even started to move your things. You were given a room with a window, able to look out at the forest beyond the fences. Your home. You just had to comply, to learn their ways as they learned yours. It’d seemed that Eywa’s will extended to the sky people who didn’t believe in her. It was strange but a comfort to the pain you’d pushed down.
You’d kept your gaze on the trees, even as your caretakers came in and gave you a check up, and reminded you that he would visit you. Within your silence you’d prepared the way you’d fulfill your task. Praying once more to Eywa for guidance and signs, to know you were doing this correctly.
Ignoring the sound of the door as you witnessed atokirina’. You shivered, the spirits in numbers. It was enough to bring you to tears. You believed, in everything now. You had a mission, and without fail you would complete it. ‘Eywa’s mission.’
Wiping your tears you turned, expression content as you smiled at the person before you.
“Y/n.”
“Miles.”
Chap 6. It Will Rain
taglist - @gremlinfuck @katkat1918 @sublimedeersong
#Spotify#decode#paramore#recom miles quaritch#miles quaritch#avatar 2#avatar miles quaritch#avatar movie#miles quaritch x reader#avatar the way of water#potentially triggering#triggering stuff#the hunt series
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Writing Sessions #5 (Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul)
Summary: When Omega finally wakes up, his hands are coated in something warm and he sees only red. In the distance, someone won't stop screaming.
Tags/Warnings: Angst, blood, corpses, character death.
A/N: I'm really sleepy rn. This gif is so silly, look at it before abandoning all hope and reading this angst.
Someone is screaming.
Omega overhears it in the distance, a faint yet painful wail coming from far away. For a long moment, he merely listens to it, searching for the source with no success.
The screaming doesn’t stop. Omega gradually opens his eyes, thick lashes obscuring his vision. Even if his lids are wide open, he can barely see red. It’s cold, so freezing, but there’s something warm and wet coating his fingers, lingering underneath his claws. Whatever it is, it also dampens his clothes. He doesn’t enjoy this sensation, not at all.
Omega feels dirty. Wiping his hands on his shirt, he tries to blink away the fog from his eyes. It doesn’t work. He feels dizzy, confused, and terribly upset. Moments ago he was practicing a guitar riff in the studio, attempting to perfect a new song Terzo showed him earlier.
Oh, how excited Terzo was. He was practically jumping around, talking too rapidly with a thick Italian accent. A new single, he declared, that would prove he still had some talent in him. A new song, something that could prove he was still useful for the Ghost project, even if he had been discarded from his position as Papa.
Maybe, if this song became a success, then he would be given his title back.
“But why do you want to be Papa again?” Omega had asked, sharp nails tracing patterns on the other’s back. “I thought you hated it.”
The silence is profound before Terzo replies. “What else can I be?” He whispered, eyes lost in the distance and deep in thought. “I was born to become Papa.”
“No one is born to do anything,” Omega retorted, fingers stopping to gently lift Terzo’s chin. “That’s just humans being egocentric.”
“Maybe,” he continued, after a beat. There was a tinge of something bitter on his tongue, coating the words. “But without it I’m no one.”
“You are mine,” Omega wanted to say, but he didn’t dare to. He was a coward, a demonic being quivering in the hands of a mortal. “You’re all I could ever wish for.”
Something happened after Terzo left. Omega had a guitar on his hands, but now his hands are empty.
No, not totally empty. There’s something on his lap, and he’s holding it closer, but he doesn’t recognize what it is. There are muffled sounds around him, but he can’t distinguish what they are because the sound of screams is too loud now, even over the rumble of blood running wild in his veins and arteries. The raw, painful noise makes his ears hurt.
What happened?
Oh, Satan. What happened? He was in the studio, but then the sigils on his skin started to burn and he saw red, so much red here and there. Someone was yelling too, talking, begging maybe. Someone was wailing in pain, before the silence overtook them.
No.
Slowly, the memories come back. Like pieces of shattered glass, they glisten in his palms before digging on his flesh as he presses his fists tight. Omega recalls Terzo’s face; eyes wide open and black tears falling down his cheeks, he remembers his extended hands and broken babbles, pleads and languish sobs.
No, please.
Why was Terzo crawling on the floor, crying? Why was he imploring and running away?
It’s me, Omega!
The sigils burn again. Omega raises one hand, curls it over his head in an attempt to soothe the pain. He feels like falling on the ground and writhing in pure agony. When the smell hits his nose, Omega thinks he might puke.
Please, stop! It's me!
Blood. His hands are coated in blood.
The screams grow shriller. Omega falls back, dropping whatever he was holding and blinking frenetically. His claws dig on his flesh as he heaves for air, struggling to regain consciousness. If the sigils burn and hurt this much, it means someone gave him a command he resisted.
Why did he resist? He’d never disobey Terzo, of course.
But then, ghouls must obey Papa. And Terzo is not Papa anymore. Did Nihil give him an order? Something he refused to do, to the point that old man had to use The Pact to force him to?
If this is a nightmare, then Omega wants to wake up immediately. Blood stains his mask when he flattens his palms over the eyes, pressing vigorously. He wants to claw his eyes out, because the sight it’s too gruesome when his vision ultimately goes back to normal.
There are bodies laying around. Bodies he recognizes, of course. There’s one in particular he’d identify anywhere, here and in the end of the world, by smell and touch only. That’s a body he clung to uncountable nights, a body he praised and worshipped the same way a mortal reverences a god.
The screaming grows much louder. Omega crawls further, stopping in horror only as he recognizes what is in front of him. He falls back again, head shaking and pupils tiny in his too big irises.
Terzo’s head. He had Terzo’s head on his lap, dropped it in the midst of his panic. He’s covered from head to toe in the Emeritus brothers’ blood, in his lover’s blood.
Becoming a prey of his own despair, Omega curls on the floor, hands blindly reaching for Terzo. The weight of his head becomes a bitter comfort. He keeps it close to his chest as he sways back and forth, over and over again.
It takes long minutes for Omega to discover he’s alone in the room. Yet, the wailing never stops.
No one is screaming.
No, it was just him all this time.
Ps: I don't know man, i'm too sleep deprived to actually think about the consequences of my actions.
#ghost band fanfic#papa emeritus iii#omega ghoul#terzo x omega#terzomega#my writing#my fics#ghost band angst#writing sessions
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ohgghh i’m on the season finale. mind if i liveblog in ur inbox?? i’m doing it
this is already fucking insane. i have no idea whose side will is on. he’s giving information to both jack and hannibal before they meet for dinner. what is he doing. WHAT IS HIS PLAN
god i love freddie lounds. have i mentioned that?? i love her. morally fucked up women my beloved <3 she makes the narrative so interesting
hannibal is literally asking will to run away with him. my god. how much fucking gayer can this get. they need to make out sloppy style covered in blood right now immediately
HERE COMES JACK THIS WAS THE SCENE WE SAW RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON ISN’T IT??? OHHH HELL YEAH BABEY IT’S THE FIGHT SCENE HEHEHEHE
ALANA’S HERE ALANA’S HERE AAAAAAA GIRLIE RUN ohhhhhh no jack is bleeding from the neck oh no oh no i don’t want him dead please no :( ALANA OH NO. OH NO SHE HAS NO BULLETS. OH NO GIRL RUNNNNN oh she found more oh thank god
ABIGAIL???????
WHAT THE FUCK
SHE PUSHED ALANA OUT THE WINDOW
alana don’t die noooo no no no :( i love her i don’t want her dead!!! oh god jack is probs dying too NOOOOOOOO
omg will saw abigail,,,,,, sobbing. wailing even. screaming and crying.
“we couldn’t leave without you” okay. gayass. my heart is already shattered what the fuck am i supposed to do about this
tenderly touching the side of will’s face. dude come on
HE STABBED HIM HE STABBED HIM OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK
“do you believe you could change me the way i changed you?” “i already did” OKAY. ALRIGHT. I’LL JUST SIT WITH THIS NOW. WHAT THE HELL DUDE
HE’S KILLING ABIGAIL FOR REAL. DUDE. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. yeah no way everyone here is surviving this. oh fuck oh fuck jack is totally dead oh fuck ok time to cry. he called his wife in his last moments. stop. i’ve cried over bella twice before i don’t need to again ok
HANNIBAL AND HIS THERAPIST ARE JUST FUCKING OFF TO SOMEWHERE ELSE?? THAT’S THE WAY THE SEASON ENDS????? MAC WHAT THE HELL MAN
^ME RN. MY GOD. I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY OF THEM SURVIVED THAT BUT HOLY SHIT I DON’T HAVE THE TIME OR ENERGY TO START S3 RIGHT NOW. UHHHH THOUGHTS: IT GOT VERY GAY VERY QUICKLY. GENUINELY THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA KISS AT MULTIPLE POINTS AND THE WRITERS WERE COWARDS FOR NOT LETTING THEM MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE COVERED IN BLOOD. VERY GLAD FREDDIE IS ALIVE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS <3 FIGURED ABIGAIL WASN’T DEAD BUT WAS STILL SURPRISED BY HER SHOWING UP. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. 10/10 I’M GOING TO GO TO BED NOW
AHAHAHHAAAA HOLY SHIT. WELCOME TO MY WORLD. WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND, IM A TWISTED FUCKING CYCLE PATH BECAUSE OF HANNIBAL S2 FINALE
"you were supposed to leave." "we couldnt leave without you". will run away with me. will we can escape but only if we do it together. unfortunately i cannot trust you and you cannot trust me. we work perfectly together and thats exactly why we can never work together. the way he fucking.. caresses wills face before he stabs him and then immediately just.. holds him. girls when they say they want to be held (me im girls). "DO YOU BELIEVE YOU COULD CHANGE ME THE WAY I CHANGED YOU" "I ALREADY DID" WHSIKEY CAN YOU HEAR ME . CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME. THEY SHOULD HAE MADE OUT SPLOPPY STYLE. "you would deny me my life?" "no no no" "my freedom, then? confine me to a prison cell?" << this dialogue. ugh. ughghghghghghhghghhghhgh. man what the fucj. im literally always thinking about hannibal season 2 finale. any time i need to do a factory reset on my brain i pull up my favorite youtube video conveniently titled "hannibal stabs will scene". fellas is it gay to gut another man like a fish. (the answer is yes)
#good luck in season 3 <33333#ironically it is THE most nearly almost explicitly gay season despite being my least favorite#god. the way the series ends is gonna make you so fucking insane i cant wait for that#i literally cnanot say anything else without spoiling things that happen in season3 so instead i will say <3 good luck. smile :)#friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood#asks
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crying wailing screaming moaning sobbing weeping throwing chairs breaking tables smashing a brick onto my head rn
#DONT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO ME UNLESS YOU GIVE ME 2 WEEKS NOTICE SO I CAN PREPARE#peanut butter and jelly donut#caitiechat
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Puen on their wedding days teases "now you're officially my wife" but contrary to what he expects Talay doesn't go "wife, my ass" this time, rather he plays it straight (lol) and replies "and you're my husband. Right?" causing Puen to die on the spot (and by "die" I mean pull him into a tight embrace fingers clutching to his suit as the tears threaten to fall because he loves this man so goddamn much and he already thought this was the best day of his life but then Talay said THAT cementing that they are in fact finally married and it feels too good to be true but it /is/ true and Puen never wants to let him go ever again) (and then they make sweet sweet love)
WEEPING WAILING CRYING SOBBING BAWLING MY EYES OUT BLEATING PATHETICALLY ON THE FLOOR KICKING SCREAMING BREAKING OUT IN HIVES THROWING MYSELF OFF A FIFTEEN STORY BUILDING DYING
I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE WHOLE HUSBAND/WIFE THING THAT BL SHOWS STILL USE FROM TIME TO TIME BUT THE MOVIE QUOTE THEY USED IN VICE VERSA IS SO CLEVERLY EXECUTED AND IF THEY BROUGHT IT BACK ON PUENTALAY WEDDING LIKE THIS IT WOULD BE SO PERFECT
WOULD LOVE TO ADD MORE BUT I LITERALLY CAN'T TALK ABOUT THIS RN IF I THINK ABOUT THEM GETTING MARRIED AND SAYING VOWS AND LOVING EACH OTHER FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES AND GROWING OLD TOGETHER I GET THE IMPULSE OF WALKING INTO TRAFFIC SORRY I NEED TO BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH IT'S SIMPLY ALL TOO MUCH
#NOT TALAY ACTIVELY ASKING PUEN TO LOVE HIM FOREVER VERA DO YOU WANT ME DEAD FR#😭😭😭😭😭#vice versa#puentalay#m: ask#vera 💗
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