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nexischillin · 5 months
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Gojo and Geto could have flourished in the Jujustu world If they confessed a little sooner but Yuji and Megumi were doomed the second they entered it.
In other words, Gojo and Geto were in a burning building with a fire they made and let fester. They could have put it out, but by the time either of them tried, it was too late. Gojo didn't even know there was a fire until it had fully engulfed Geto and started crawling up him as well. Geto knew about the fire and made no effort to stop it because he saw no point
While Yuji and Megumi stepped into a burning building hand in hand and watched together as the fires grew. They were aware of the fire they had set and that it would engulf one or both of them soon enough they just didn't know how hot and harsh the fire would get
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giddlygoat · 7 months
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i need to talk about time and punishment. 
gosalyn didn’t travel to some alternate universe born from totally different circumstances or simply entertain some nightmarish hypothetical. she got a direct glimpse of the aftermath of her absence within her own timeline. that’s her dad they hush and cry and scream in terror about. that’s her launchpad alone in that empty tower. that’s her world that crumbles and cowers under the iron grasp of the person she’s supposed to trust her life in. 
she saw firsthand how quickly he descended into madness. she heard about how launchpad had tried desperately to repair drake’s shattered life and keep their heads above the water but it just wasn’t enough. the rock of drake’s existence wasn’t enough. the most stubborn and justice-driven man she knew got knocked down and never got up. he sunk and sunk deeper into the muck of his heartbreak and mania and everything she’d ever known and loved paid dearly for it. 
he looked her in the eyes when he pointed the gun at her. do you think she ever looked for those eyes in drake after she returned? he was really going to do it. it doesn’t matter that he didn’t in the end, because he had decided, for even just a second, that he was going to do it. 
do you ever feel like the pin in a grenade? 
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sleepy-achilles · 1 year
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Mama steph to the rescue
Save our boy before orton and jericho eat him or somethin
Or jbl just skins him alive
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hinamie · 17 days
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just looking at these hand poses was enough to give me carpal tunnel and that's how u know they're prime megu material
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The racism my beloved Simon had to face….my baby. 🥺💔
Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was “only about class” while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because he’s POC and S3 finally exposed that.
That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). 🥹❤️‍🩹
Wilmon forever. 🤎🤍
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totallynotsarkaz · 13 days
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I am here, waiting for you to return
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rockingtheorange · 6 months
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Henry gasping for air, unable to accept how Alex was there fighting for them, for him.
Alex was there regardless of Henry leaving, of an ocean between them, regardless of their public roles and futures...
Alex knew Henry was his future, but Henry never imagined the possibility of even having one, in the first place.
I associate Henry's gaps with this quote:
"And you can't explain it, when it really happens, when you feel all the weight of the irremediable condition of human being. While feeling the body forcefully slamming against the walls of the soul. The exact moment you know you love."
(Come Anima mai - Eng translation)
Original quote from Come Anima Mai by Rossana Soldano:
E non puoi spiegarlo, quando davvero accade, quando senti addosso tutta l’irrimediabilità della condizione di essere umano. Mentre senti il corpo sbattere prepotentemente contro le pareti dell’anima. Il momento preciso in cui sai di amare.
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frodo-with-glasses · 6 months
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So uh. I might’ve found a pattern here.
From The Fellowship of the Ring, “Three Is Company”:
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From The Two Towers, “The Uruk-Hai”:
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From The Return of the King, “The Houses of Healing”:
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Now I know Tolkien hated allegory. And I know LotR is not a copy-and-paste parable about WWII (which he didn’t fight in) or even WWI (which he did). But the man did see war, and so did people he loved, and he had a non-zero amount of trauma, and some of that is gonna make its way into his writing somehow.
And I think his soul might’ve had something to say about soldiers being forced to walk until they dropped from exhaustion.
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jackshiccup · 7 months
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whatever you do, do not think about the layers behind jack saying, “we’re good friends, the wind and i.” the implication that jack and hiccup were meant to cross paths, to find one another at all points in their lifetime even if they weren’t aware of who they were to each other yet. that their first and second lives are inextricably linked— hiccup, as a spirit, drawn to jack when he was still human while jack, as jack frost thrown back in time, drawn to hiccup in his present. that their love and friendship is a circle, in a way that they’ll keep meeting in the middle over and over and over again. in a way that it’s infinite and transcends time as long as there’s proof of memory. in a way that there is no telling where their story really begins or ends, only that it exists, that it's continuous. in a way that it’s inevitable, fated, like every moment that passes, whether they spend it together or apart, are all puzzle pieces that connect. that their love is constant, always in motion, in a way that’s tried and true.
whatever you do, do not think about how they both waited 300 years (and some more) until they could experience what it was like to have a companion again. i repeat, do not think about, “you were always there. weren’t you? you’re the wind.”
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nikoisme · 29 days
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Nothing like a story where the happy ending is death aaghh
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hangkennyy · 9 months
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❤️❤️❤️
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spaceratprodigy · 3 months
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*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)
@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
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pose reference
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vintageshanny · 5 months
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I wish everyone could see in you the beauty that I see. ❤️
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mccallhero · 4 months
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favourite ouat scenes: 48/?
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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months
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No Crowds, Thanks (Prodigal Son Drabble)
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Martin Whitly x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: You're not a fan of crowds, but Martin always keeps you safe.
CW: anxiety, fluff, Martin is too cute for words
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“My dear, you’re all right,” Martin’s voice says, though it’s muffled by the fact you have your face pressed into his side. You’ve been out and about at a black tie event for the hospital. You’d never been big on crowds, and the cameras at the event had just set you off. 
Each flash was like a physical pain, each voice yelling out for Martin, yourself, or another patron of the event to look at them sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It had been bearable at first, but as the night wore on and it just… kept happening… well, it was safe to say you were reaching your breaking point. You’d barely been able to touch your lobster. 
Currently, you were curled up into Martin’s side in the back of your limo, his arm wrapped comfortingly around you. He’d said the two of you had to stay long enough for him to greet everyone and make his appearance known, but as soon as he’d been able, he’d whisked the two of you away. 
God, you were so glad to be going home.
 
“I promise, my dear. You’re all right. No more cameras.” 
You relax, but only slightly. It’s when Martin presses a kiss to the top of your head that you finally let your tense muscles start to ease. They ache, and Martin pouts comfortingly at you when you finally unstick yourself from his side. 
“It’s okay, here, give me your hand?” 
You do so without question. Martin takes your hand so softly you’re surprised you can feel it, and he starts to massage the muscles. You let out a tense sigh as he rubbed circles into the skin between your forefinger and thumb. The action soothes you, muscles hurting so pleasurably beneath his touch. 
That’s one thing you’d never complain to Martin about- he always knew just what to do to get the pain or the ache to go away. Perks of dating a Surgeon, you supposed. 
“There now, see? Much better already. Now, what do you say to a nice warm bath when we get home?” 
You think that sounds pretty good if you’re completely honest. 
Particularly when you catch him throwing your towels in the dryer to make sure they’re fluffy and warm for when you both hop out.
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