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#i love the pain
nasykuching · 2 years
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Ship dynamic is trending on twt again so I’ll just share one of my fav
It might be classic but I still love it nonetheless
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justanotherperson1 · 8 months
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(Forgot to add this to my previous ask)
TFP and Bay Optimuses would get into argument that leads to the reveal about why the latter doesn't trust humans.
TFP: Prime, Bayverse: Bay
Imagine Prime's reaction to hearing different versions of his Autobot companions being hunted down like dogs? About another Ratchet being shot then melted on live feed and seen as nothing more than scrap metal? All by the very species Bay had been protecting.
Their visitor locks himself in his room afterwards. No one can speak as ALL of Team Prime was present at the time, both human and Cybertronian. Every single companion couldn't help the emotional monsoon crashing on them.
Sympathy, pity, horror, fury. Bay isn't the 'bully' some would perceive. Merely a victim to how cruel others can be. Every species has a good and bad side.
Bay merely lost the ability to see that. He's just a mech swallowed by rage and grief.
Oh? My god? This is so sad?
I imagine not only the earth-shattering sadness, but the FEAR that would instill. Fowler isn’t as warmly reguarded anymore. Ratchet begins a hush-hush project to save stores in various locations, just in case. Prime, now with some part of his mind whispering that nowhere was safe… not in his own voice but in the harsher one of his counterpart. Slowly, just slowly, Tfp begins to mirror bayverse…
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bardicious · 6 months
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Thinking about the tragic idea of Charles having his powers from the womb, and sending his twin into a coma, injuring his mother and simultaneously himself. Charles' father recognizing what's happened and immediately experimenting on his son after Charles' is born. Charles growing up with voices in his head, crying and not understanding why no one was listening to him. Charles reacting telepathically in self defense and realizing that this isn't normal, possibly getting someone killed, thinking maybe he's a monster. His father dying unexpectedly but Charles feels nothing for him. Charles blocking his own horrific memories of experiments and frightening people at the young age of 5.
His mother starting to drink because Charles isn't enough, she misses her husband more than she loves her child. Sharon marrying Kurt, Charles knowing Kurt doesn't care about him or his mother. Cain coming to live with them, Charles possibly getting a brother in all this mess.
But Cain hates Charles, Cain is also being beaten by Kurt. Maybe Charles doesn't know he can stop Cain from beating him too. Maybe Charles thinks he deserves it. Then Cain and Kurt are arguing in Kurt's lab. Then there's a fire, and Kurt, surprising everyone saves Charles and Cain. Kurt knows, before he dies, that Charles is the one who saved them, Charles isn't the wiser till Kurt dies telling him to keep his telepathy a secret from Cain. Charles is 9 when Kurt dies.
The same year, Charles' mother continues to drink, and Cain continues to beat Charles, until America enters WWII, Kurt, older than Charles, is drafted into war, and never seen again. It's not until three years later that Charles finds out he's not alone. He never ever speaks about his "childhood" partially disgusted with himself for accidentally killing a man, and hoping Cain dies at war (which he also feels guilty about). His mother dies not long after Raven becomes his sister. Cain, Charles learns later, is presumably killed at war.
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olympeline · 2 months
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I love some angsty, bitterly-unrequited-but-eventually-accepted-because-there’s-no-other-choice-love satelliting around my OTPs. It’s so cruel but so, so good (T▽T)
Gimme Scotland still carrying a torch for sophisticated, sensual, sexy France hundreds of years after the Auld Alliance ends. Gimme modern day Portugal unable to forget and still longing for his days of swashbuckling alongside wanton, wild, wicked England
Gimme both of them watching first in confident disbelief, then in confused bewilderment, then in heart stung denial, then in anger and despair, as the respective objects of the affection shock the world by doing the unthinkable and falling for each other. Going from bitterest enemies, to heated rivals, to mutual grudging respect, to hesitant friends, to passionate lovers over the course of a few hundred years. Extra points if neither France or England ever truly understood just how bad Scot and Portugal had it for them. If they just saw it as something ordinary, not meant to last: fun, fleeting, and easily forgotten
Scotland loved France, Portugal loved England, both so much it hurt. But France and England’s eyes were always drawn away: across the Dover Strait to each other. No matter how Scotland and Portugal fought for their attention, tried to turn their gazes back to themselves, nothing worked. They couldn’t stand against the tide, swept away in true love’s wake. How to come to terms with the fact their best could never be good enough, simply by virtue of being themselves?
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beyondxmeasure · 4 months
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Did you finish watching Fellow Travelers? How was the ending? Would you recommend watching it?
Yes I did. All I will say is I’m glad I’m already stuck at home sick with covid because after that finale I will need 5-7 business days to recover from the emotional distress. I might torture myself again with a rewatch in a moment because that ‘shut up and drink your milk’ scene has rewired my brain and I can’t think of anything else right now anyway. Nonny… stop what you’re doing and watch it right now!
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misspaddockverse · 11 months
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Happy brocedes divorce Grand Prix week for all those who celebrate it!
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capnko · 8 months
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"I miss you..." Crowley muttered, helplessly watching as his Angel stepped into the elevator.
"I miss you..." Aziraphale whispered to himself, gazing out into the vast emptiness of Heaven.
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turtletaubwrites · 5 months
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Okay y’all, how do I write all the hard things without feeling all the hard things 😭😭😭
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veethefreeelf · 5 months
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Girl you HAVE to start writing more angst fics they drive me crazy!! The jeonghan fic was written so good!!! 😫😫
I wish I could write just some nice good old fashioned easy story but…. THAT’S NOT ME
I have to have angst and torture and pain so don’t worry most if my Hannie fics will probably always have angst 😭😭😭😭
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WORDS AND IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE FIC 😭😭💗💗
CHEERS 🥂
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fabbyf1 · 10 months
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Warming verse lestappen watching a sad movie and we all know Charles would get emotional and hide his face in Max's neck and Max would cuddle and give him head scratches and shush him softly. I am soft and Charles is a filthy liar who lies 🥺
OH WOW........... YOU REALLY WENT THERE........ YOU REALLY WANT TO SEE ME CRYING ON THIS FINE SUNDAY AFTERNOON........
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autumn-breeze0 · 1 year
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It's decided. The Great War is Dorlene's crimson rivers song.
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strawchocoberry · 5 months
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Me watching Paradox Live The Animation, thinking it will be just a cute little competition show between hip-hop bands, but realising that it's actually dark and I've lost count of how many of the characters I kin
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jongbross · 5 months
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i always give you fluffy/smut thoughts, but what about angst thoughts?
what about baekhyun feeling bad because you snapped at him and it wasn't even his fault? what about him giving you the cold shoulder? what about fingers being pointed, curse words being said?
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onmytape · 7 months
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trying to cut down 20 minutes worth of video clips for self indulgent gifs is so painful
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pu1itzer-a · 8 months
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PROMPTS FOR ASSERTIVE ACCUSATIONS / accepting .
he's at her doorstep again . his features appear sunken , defeated , battered , bruised . the night never stops in the world of @knightwar . the call to the darkness . the protection of his vespertilian wings could only sustain so much . cast from heaven , the fallen angel lands at her feet . the world was a derelict wasteland . she offered a sanctuary . a place of solitude . peace . he's a shadow that grows at the sun rises . cast across the plains of the earth , animals cower . the darkness starts to spread . infecting the earth . fury . vengeance . creatures of the night start to plague the once fruitful earth . their teeth sharp , salivating over the blood spilled .
yet , amongst the darkness . there's one beacon of light . it's flickering away but it's there . hope . despite surrounded by the creatures , she stands defiant . hoping for the darkness to end . allowing the sun to touch her face . they'd been meeting frequently since his death . tethered to each other in the face of death . wrapped together in a black veil . allowing the darkness into her life was questionable , blinded by the night . her heart still belonged to the dead . trapped in the world between worlds . his words break through the apartment . sunken amethyst orbs glazed by salted pools . still mourning the man from the stars . the insufferable pain of his loss still present .
this was a mistake .
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features wrinkle . it was a mistake . she still loves the man in the ground . bruce was something of a distraction . a distraction of pain . but yet , she longed to be close with someone again . she'd been waiting for the intensity to subside . the fear of loneliness and the guilt . she was so withdrawn from the world , scared to step back onto the streets of a city that never slept . the fog in her brain was thicker than ever , suffocating her . the inability to think straight , perhaps it was why she had chosen not to return to work . despite the painful reminders , there was also a fear she would not know how to write , to pursue a good story , the journalist within had been gone for a long time .
sunken orbs meet him . knowing perhaps the truth was laid bare . their mistake of their union . their bodies had been intertwined , almost becoming one mind . one body . she didn't love him . they had both been alone in grief , colliding with each other like comets . nothing but devastation when they decide their course is to landfall . death on impact . nothing but devastation as far as the eye could see . an earth shattered . life begins to die out . a mass extinction event . she didn't love anyone except for clark . she inhales , lungs rattling . her vocals shaken , soft . anguish laced . ❛ then why are you here ? ❜
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daringsunflowers · 9 months
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HOW DO I LONG IN AND MY DRAFT COUNT IS NOW OVER 50. it has been one day.. one day..........................................
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