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nomattertheoceans · 1 year

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Rewatching my favorite Netflix originals knowing full well if they were made today, they would probably be cancelled immediately:

#so fucking tired of this trend #3% netflix #DARK netflix #the rain netflix #also yes this is about the cancellation of 1899 #1899 #1899 netflix

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itsjuliak5 · 1 year

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Krester and Tove: *Being siblings*

Me, who also watched “The Rain”: ...

It’s giving Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Elizabeth Olsen starring in “Godzilla” and “Age of Ultron” a year apart.

#ps go watch 'the rain' on netflix it's also pretty good!#i made this post before and either it posted and i can't see it for whatever reason or i accidentally deleted it #1899 #1899 spoilers #tove 1899 #krester 1899 #1899 netflix #the rain netflix #the rain #rasmus andersen #sarah from the rain #< she did not get a last name lol #thankfully in 1899 none of the couples seem to be secretly related like in 'dark' - i hope lol #tv shows

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is2lutavio · 1 year

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ lucas's packs

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ like if you use ' 🏛️

#lucas lynggaard tønnesen #boys #the rain netflix #netflix #headers #messy layouts #my edit #packs #soft icons #yaoi #twitter #1899 netflix #messy simbols

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batterknowsbetter · 1 year

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Good thing I met you then. ...it’s just that no one ever said that to me before.

#the rain netflix #the rain #lukas lokken #mikkel boe følsgaard #Martin #Patrick

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hirundo-demersalis · 2 years

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If Netflix's The Rain has a million fans, then I am one of them. If The Rain has ten fans, then I am one of them. If The Rain has one fan, that's me. If The Rain has no fans, I'm dead. If the world hates The Rain, I hate the world.

#i finished the series again today and it once again ripped my heart out and stomped on it #CRIED SO MUCH holy shit #her love for her brother saved the world #i love it #talks #the rain #the rain netflix

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 1 year

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Katniss: I never wanted any of this

Jonas: I didn’t want any of this

and then there is rasmus being like: hell, this is best thing that ever happened to me. i am the bloody hero, hell yeah. bow down bitches

#dark netflix #jonas kahnwald #katniss everdeen #hunger games #quotes #dark #mockingjay #the rain #rasmus andersen #lucas lynggaard tønnesen #louis hofmann #jenlaw #suzzane collins #netflix #the rain netflix #but he was just a child

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portuguesedisaster · 1 year

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Why do I keep watching appocalyptic shows?

#the rain #carol livestreams stuff #more shows with diseases? carol is watching of course #the rain netflix #the guy looks like the guy from 1989

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Glad You’re Here - Martin (The Rain)

I fucking LOVED this show, and I was so disappointed to see that there wasn’t much of a fandom for it. I swear I will build a fandom for this show up from the ground if I have to.

My Masterlist.

angst, hurt/comfort, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: Injury, canon violence (if any). Not proofread.

Summary: Reader and Martin get into an argument, and Reader breaks off from the group on their own, hiding a nasty wound. It gets infected and they get terribly sick.

"You know what? Fine. Okay. I'm not going to die with the rest of you." I grit my teeth, glaring at the soldier in front of me. I took one last look at everyone, before turning away and tucking my knife back into its sheath on my thigh, limping off into the forest.

The previous fight against the people trying to take Rasmus had taken a toll on all of us, but they had regrouped quickly; and my own group was already more than ready to fight for him again. They were a bunch of idiots. A bunch of idiots that were willing to get themselves killed for that stupid boy. I told myself. I wasn't going to lose anymore people for him. Not again.

My foot suddenly caught on a tree root, sending me tumbling to the ground. I panted, clutching the now open wound on my side and rolling onto my back. I blinked hard as my vision spun, noticing the dark clouds begin to roll in. Cursing under my breath, I staggered to my feet and set off in a random direction at a clumsy pace. I had no idea where I was.

Maybe I was going to be the idiot to die.

I shook my head at that thought, stumbling forward and gripping onto trees for support. I had been severely injured during our last fight, being shot once, and winged another time, as well as breaking my ankle. I had lost a lot of blood, and I was still weak from it and struggling to recover. Being too stubborn to accept help, I hadn't even set my ankle, to avoid suspicion. Our medical supplies were limited, and everyone else had been injured worse.

I suddenly spotted what looked like a school in the distance, and I breathed out a sigh of relief, picking up my pace. And not a moment's too soon I opened the door forcefully, as a heavy downpour began. I wandered around aimlessly before heading straight for the nurse's office. There wasn't much left-it had been looted already, it looked like-but in a drawer, I found a half empty bottle of painkillers. I immediately shook some out into my palm, downing them with a gulp of water. I began to search for other things I would need; bandages, and antibiotics for the winged shot on my side that I was sure had been infected by now. I managed to find bandages and gauze, but only empty bottles of antibiotics. Not even any alcohol.

I grimaced as I opened my water bottle, which wasn't even half full. I tugged my shirt up, removing the bandage with a wince. The wound was an angry, swollen red all around it and it was hot to the touch. With a grimace, I poured about half of my remaining water over it, which did little to clean it. I did all that I could do, securing a gauze pad over it and beginning to work on the one in my abdomen. Afterwards, I wrapped my ankle tightly in gauze and tape, stabilizing it the best I could, and curled onto the cot tiredly.

I woke up shivering and burning. I turned onto my side with a small groan, pulling the thin blanket over me. The amount of energy it took just to do that should have been concerning to me, but a fog had settled over my brain, and I would have felt almost in a dream-like state had it not been for the terrible pain I felt all over. Each breath was difficult and painful. My mouth was terribly, painfully dry, but I was unable to reach for my water bottle. I stared at it longingly until I finally succumbed to fatigue once again.

A shuffling awoke me this time, and I jolted up in alarm, struggling onto my elbows with renewed strength. My eyes darted around, and my hand hesitantly went to the knife on my thigh before I realized it had an IV hooked to it. Footsteps rounded the corner, and I shrank back, hastily pulling the IV out and swinging my legs over the cot. I immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea hit me, hard. I hunched over, fighting the urge to throw up, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched back, my head snapping up to meet the threat.

"Martin?" I croaked out, my eyes slowly bringing his face into focus. Completely forgetting our argument, I slumped against him in relief. He wrapped his arms around me, tenderly rubbing my back, before he suddenly pulled away, resting the back of his hand against the side of my neck and frowning. He pressed a hand to my chest, gently urging me to lie back on the cot. For once, I complied, feeling weak and helpless. I relaxed into the cot with a small sigh, watching as he stood up.

"Don't leave me." I mumbled, managing to catch his fingers with mine. He looked at our intertwined hands for a moment, before taking his hand back and leaving the room without a word. The feeling of regret hung heavy over me, making it even harder to breathe. I drew in a labored breath, closing my eyes, and knowing that I was at least safe now. I trusted that, no matter what terms we were on, Martin wouldn't let any harm come to me.

Before I could drift off again, I heard his footsteps coming back down the hall. I forced my heavy eyelids open, eyeing him wearily as he approached me with something in his hands that I couldn't make out. He sat on my bedside, taking the IV I had tugged out into his hands carefully, and holding his hand out for my arm. I groaned, tucking my arm under the sheets.

"They're antibiotics." He insisted. He knew about my fear of needles.

"I'm fine." I protested, attempting to sit up again. He eyed me carefully as I did so, but made no move to stop me. My jaw clenched, and my face screwed up in pain, but I managed to prop myself against the corner, a pale, shaky hand settling over my injured abdomen. I tried to ignore the burning heat coming from the wound.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked tiredly.

"At the bunker." He replied shortly, looking away.

"I'm sorry." I started, my timid voice barely above a whisper. "It's just..We've lost so many people already and seeing that almost happen to you…" I hesitated. "..yesterday..? I can't…I don't want to lose you-" I broke off before my voice could crack, looking down at my feet.

"I know. I understand, but we're in this together. Nobody gets to go running off." He finally met my gaze, looking exhausted.

"I'm sorry." I repeated, breaking off with a cough and a wheeze. He gave me a concerned glance.

"That happened three days ago." He eventually informed me, eyeing me up and down for my reaction.

"Oh." I whispered. "How long have you been here?"

"Two days."

"Martin I-" I began. He immediately cut me off.

"Don't, not right now. I'm just glad you're still here. I thought you were gone."

He took me in his arms, holding me tightly to his chest, the gesture admitting how scared he had been at the thought of losing me. I held onto him as tight as I could, sucking in a shaky breath and then wincing. His hands began to gently run across my back in a comforting manner. I relaxed into him in exhaustion. He was careful as he gently pulled me down onto the cot with him, tucking an arm securely around my waist. I sighed contentedly, knowing we were both safe right now, in the current moment. That was all that mattered.

#the rain #the rain netflix #martin the rain #the rain martin #the rain martin x reader #martin x reader #simone and martin #i still respect them and i absolutely love their relationship #but the ending ugh #they deserved SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT #the rain fanfiction #the rain netflix fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #the rain angst

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jaegerbroshoe · 1 year

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It's so funny to me how I went into this thinking I wouldn't like Krester's character at all cause I was still holding resentment towards Rasmus and I think I extrapolated that to the poor actor but he's like one of my favs haha.

#I mean it's not lucas' fault #he was great in the rain but I fucking hated what the show did to his character and plot at the end #like they made him so annoying and the ending was so dumb #but yeah anyways #I'm rooting for krester #1899 netflix spoilers #1899 netflix #the rain netflix #my opinion

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lizziebears18 · 1 year

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I have just spent the last 2 days watching "The Rain" and it was so fucking good. The story, the visuals, the emotion behind it was just amazing. I was so engaged in it mentally and emotionally. The ending caused me to cry and that doesn't happen much with shows or movie.

Now I need to find something new to watch on Netflix

#netflix #the rain netflix #the rain

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la-noche-y-yo · 2 years

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