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#Miss You Before You're Gone
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And you start to notice things, amid the crumbling of your dreams... the way the sunlight hits the leaves, the way she whispers as she falls asleep!
‘Miss You Before You’re Gone’, Dave Smallen, (Happiness)
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woozi · 6 months
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hello caratblr <33 would you know which networks, update blogs, and tags are still active?
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dimiclaudeblaigan · 9 months
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still love this line, still love this line coming from sylvain, still love the fact that it is always sylvain who talks abt being at dimitri's side, still love the fact that he gets these lines and in every route in both games is actually shown doing what he preaches and always being at dimitri's side, sometimes literally.
#DCB Three Hopes Run#sylvain will literally fight with him or die with him he does not care he will do it#i know so so so SO many ppl insist felix is dimitri's best friend#but no no no i do not think that i think that when they were KIDS that was the case#but when they got older and felix got more distant that it was eventually sylvain who#was dimitri's best friend. i ALSO know ppl say dedue is his best friend and while that is valid#it's pretty one sided in the friendship department bc dedue thinks of himself as a vassal for like most of both games#can't actually remember if he even stops thinking of himself that way in hopes#but if i had to break it down i'd say like felix and dedue are both of dimitri's hands#but sylvain is dimitri's heart. ingrid and glenn can be his legs or smth okay#but sylvain is dimitri's heart. he will always fight for dimitri even when dimitri has done wrong#he understands dimitri thoroughly and is in some ways very similar!#but it is a very consistent theme in all routes that sylvain wants to be by dimitri's side#and if he can't be bc dimitri is missing he will try to find him (AM). if he can't bc dimitri died he will be suicidal (VW)#and mind you sylvix's non AM endings are of felix also dying so if dimitri dies it's bc you're in a non AM route#and if dimitri dies then both of them are just kind of lost souls and felix ends up dying#if dimitri dies - as a chain reaction - sylvain ends up alone or arguably with only ingrid left#and probably suicidal as fuck - worse than before. dimitri is kind of like sylvain's rock but like#in the sense that it's a rock on the beach near the ocean and if the rock sylvain is shielded by is gone#then sylvain will be pulled into the ocean and drown. sylvain needs dimitri but he doesn't take that for granted#and he's always at his side ready to protect him and never strays far from him if he can help it#remember that in SB GW and CF when you attack faerghus that you fight sylvain AND dimitri in the same map#and iirc it's actually literally every fucking time (not counting lead up map in hopes)#and in VW if he's not recruited he fights with dimitri there too and dies as well#if he's recruited he's going to ''fight like he wants to die'' which is uh. wolf's literal ending in fe12#where he fights recklessly as if trying to die after hardin's death. sylvain will fight or die with dimitri or WANT to die#and ofc in AM/AG they're at their best and safe but i LOVE that this line exists to mirror#the exploration dialogue in AM where sylvain says he'll be there for dimitri until the bitter end#and he says those things in the BL routes and PROVES them in ALL other routes in BOTH games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ozlices · 5 months
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realized it's my friend who disappeared a year ago's birthday,,, and just got. absolutely whiplashed with grief. i hate not knowing if she's even Alive, much less doing okay. i sincerely, with all my heart and soul, hope she's alive & well. happy birthday, m. not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind. i miss you.
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engagedtobefree · 3 months
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I need a hug
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destinyandcoins · 7 months
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give it up for the end of week 3 of the semester! week 3 and the world's most annoying professor s t i l l hasn't updated or added anything to the canvas page since the second day of week 1.
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kkujo · 2 years
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school is so weird... you see the same people in the same building five days a week for the best part of a decade and even if you're not friends you know their names and faces... and then one day school ends and you just. leave. and never see most of them again ☹
#thinking about all the people who touched my life who i'll never see again#wondering about my impact#do people ever think about me#the guy who would play chess with me at lunch when my friend group started excluding me..#the girl who came and sat with me at prom to watch the firework display even though we'd never spoken before because i was sitting alone..#the way people impact you and then they're just gone forever. sickening#but people are kind and good. like. i have faith in humanity#there were mean people too obviously but. there's always kindness#anyways just thinking about that. like. the people i grew up with. i wasn't friends with most of them but we watched each other grow#some of the people in my class had been in the same classes as me since we were 4 ☹ and then one day you're grown up and they're gone#that prom thing was important to me tho bc prom night was literally the last time i saw everyone#bc i finished my exams the week before so. aside from going in to pick up my results#prom night was the last time everyone in my year was together ☹☹ and then i just never saw anyone again#i hated school but i miss it so much. most confusing nostalgia ever#i didn't want to be there and i was so happy when i finished and i wouldn't go back if i could#but it hurts bc i missed out on so many experiences and just being around people.. i miss it#starting college (uk college not university) in september so maybe i'll be able to heal a bit#bc getting sick and dropping out of school ☹ being stuck in toxic friend groups and never having proper teenage experiences ☹#kinda fucked me up i'm ngl ☹#(no surprises by radiohead playing) no it's fine. it's fine#the way you spend so long in one place... with the same people... and then it's just gone. fuck 🤦‍♀️#even if you didn't like the place or the people... it aches in such a weird way omg..#i literally couldn't drive past my school for a bit bc. i used to get up at 7am & go there every day. and now i don't. does this make sense#ok to rb
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backslashdelta · 1 year
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DID YOU MEAN PLATONIC SOULMATES I'M BAWLING. YES I DID MEAN THAT THANK YOU. Also I got sent this and I was feeling things and then I was like "wait BELLA MADE THIS" and then I felt more things because you're awesome and I miss you. anyway. it's after nine which is basically 3am for me these days that's why I'm being like this but also everything I've said is accurate
STOP HI I WANNA CRY THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY I MISS YOU TOO I'M SO GLAD I HAVE ANONS ENABLED RIGHT NOW SO YOU COULD SEND ME THIS
I saw the tags that that was gonna be sent to you and I was super excited you'd get to see it and I often think about you when I think about Kelliott because I know you have an appreciation for them 💙
Anyway thank you sooooo much you're also awesome and I miss you and you just brightened my day so much. I hope you and your family are doing well!!
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maddy-ferguson · 1 year
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the thing about riverdale is that it was always silly. it was never 100% serious. it has been ridiculous since season 1. the jughead weirdo scene happens in episode 10 maybe. so when people say things like "oh it used to be great but i stopped watching when it got ridiculous in season 3" it always confuses me because it got ridiculous way before that
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"Oh, but I was close! I had a deal once, I had my dose."
‘Miss You Before You’re Gone’, Dave Smallen, (Happiness)
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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REMEMBER that one cutscene in shadowbringers w. ykyk those two blondes 🥹
#🌙.rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#impulsively watching an ffxiv cutscene rn before i work on some stuff & immediately i feel rather better i love this game so much :<#THE WARRIORS OF LIGHT OF THE FIRST :c GODDAMN HEROES IN FFXIV I LOVE THE WAY THEY DO IT SO MUCH AND HOW IT HURTS#also lamitt & ardbert i hate that so much ffxiv you're so mean. & then w ardbert.... sacrifice.... n then the end of shb fuck.#hope.#why does ffxiv make me cry so easily i'm#I GOT AN AD WHEN TOMORROW AND TOMORROW REPRISE STARTED PLAYING IN THE OST SMH#last year i cried so much when i first went through the cutscene bcs. her words n her struggles were#i'm crying i missed playing ffxiv ahh i remember the words i wrote to myself the first i played through this. i remember crying too#burdens. ryne w her regrets n. the help of others.... so many times close to giving up but she made it w them#'yet here you stand resolved. now....tell me your hearts desire' :< this cutscene is so precious to me#yk i cried too the first i listened this ost. alphinaud. eulmore. his character development is smth i admire so much!!!! i'm so proud!!!!#ffxiv w shb means so much to me :< stuff w shadows and light and remembrance and hfkajfklsdf all the themes !#'we stand now at the crossroads. a decision must be made' reminds me of that one line in to the edge#oh my god i aspire to be like. minfilia. the wol too :< 'tis only natural to be afraid. to hesitate'#SHES GONE THROUGH HER OWN SUFFERING TOO N YET. look here w her soft smile n comforting words she's so beautiful#i'm so proud of ryne she's grown to be her own person n have her own purpose n love herself n#smh yk what i wish i had a partner like gaia too smh where's my rinoa 😭#'i cant help but believe' ryne you're making me cry i love the way she delivered that line#'but i want to do more' & 'make a difference' & 'i want to help them like they helped me and even maybe inspire others to do the same'#oh she's just like me fr. but she shines so brightly like the sun she's so loved i cldn't compare at all but.... SOB WAIT#only way forward & 'since all of our heroes are gone we'll just have to make heroes of ourselves'. what a wonderful dream. hope....#i can't do this i'm crying wait 'if ever you should falter remember this: no one however powerful is immune to the whisperings of doubt and#despair. do not give in to them but do not deny them either. look instead to the light within that you may continue to serve#as a beacon to others' :< minfilia fuck you 'but not even the most valiant heroes can stand alone' ARDBERT fuck you#'only together may you change the fate of two worlds' sigh n then the ending of shb!!!! & after this cutscene w thancred n urianger 🥺#i feel a bit better again :< i can always allow myself to be vulnerable when it comes to fiction. i shld indulge myself more in this#to.. distract myself. live vicariously through fiction. sigh. no this'll just be my coping mechanism so i can perform well enough irl#& then i'll let myself free when it comes to my passions like this yeah i'll cope i'll distract myself on my own c: stop thinkinghfkldk </3
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world-of-lang · 25 days
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tojancy · 12 days
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nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.
nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.
nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.
nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all. 
nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.
nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.
nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you. 
nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.
nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.
nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.
nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it. 
nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?
nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence. nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.
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mintytrifecta · 2 months
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Thinking about my pookie bear Lenore and how deeply she needs a hug <33
#Imagine. You're an inventor on a planet in crisis. Your sun is dying. Suns in nearby systems are dying too. Some are gone completely already#You try to preserve what you can. Record everything before it's all gone. You make new inventions test new things to try and revive your sun#You're so close to completing your first android. She'll explore the universe and save everything you can't. She'll remember it and keep it.#She'll preserve it for others and tell others you'll never be able to reach. She's the light after a star dies. She's Lenore. Illumination.#And then-and then#Your star supernovas. It's too early it's so much earlier than what it was supposed to be. You're not ready there's not enough time-#It explodes right on you. The impact burning your body but your consciousness remains as an afterimage. It seeks shelter in the first vessel#It can see. It's Lenore.#She was already in a pod. Sealed and ready for takeoff but now broken and shut down. The nova continues and sends it into space.#You wake up an android. No memories. No friends. No links. Something is wrong. Something is missing.#You look out into a vast and empty expanse and think 'it should be brighter. It shouldn't look this empty. This dead.'#So in your run down ship you try to revitalize it and head to find life. Any life. And only find stories of those long long gone#Something stirs in you. Grief? Regret? Guilt? You don't know. How could you know? You wouldn't remember ever feeling those emotions.#You continue exploring. You find people. Your part of their crew now and get integrated into an actual society.#You explain to them what you're feeling. How you think of the universe. They look at you with haunted eyes. They know it's dying. They know.#But what can they do?? What can anyone do??#Preserve. You tell them. We preserve what we can. Save what we have before it's gone. It's all we can do so we do it.#And you become obsessed. You need to find everything you can. There's no choice and no way around it. It's everything you are.#It's all you've ever been#And then you find ghosts. Afterimages of light living as people amongst you. Your closest friend is one and she's dying along with her star.#Something stirs in you. Stress or familiarity. You can't let this happen. You have to save her. Ignore how you know what it feels like.#Save her. Don't think about how you know exactly what makes it happen but don't know why. Find a solution find an answer find-#Yourself. Your past self. Who you were before you were this#You're a person your name was Alexandria. What-what are you doing here? You were... You were dead. You are dead.#You're a ghost stuffed into a metal model you created yourself. You can't be Alexandria.#Alexandria's dead and you're Lenore and the universe is dying and your friend is dying and you don't belong in this time or the past time.#What are you then?? What is the universe for you??#How can you haunt yourself and still be a ghost?#How can you say you're grieving when you are grief itself#Codename: Lenore
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mono-red-menace · 1 month
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"love every trans woman you meet before it's too late" is a tumblr post that is very close to my heart because it was inspired by a friend of mine attempting suicide.
like a lot of people seem to assume it's about the banning and stuff and i mean like it can be. love the trans women in your life before the structures around them isolate them. love them before they feel like they're unloved. yk.
but like.
love every trans woman you meet before it's too late is particularly strong to me because it's literally about a friend of mine i thought it was too late for.
i was too scared of making her uncomfortable to let her know how much i love her and how wonderful it is to know her and how happy i am to have met her. and i thought she was gone.
love every trans woman you meet before it's too late is a reminder to me to always push past that discomfort. to always try to make the trans women in your life feel loved. because we so often feel unlovable.
even if you think your actions speak for themselves, push beyond your fears. tell them directly.
"i love you."
"you're a wonderful force in my life, you make me happy."
"i would miss you when you're gone."
"please come to me with your problems."
"i love you."
let the trans women in your life know exactly how much you care about them. let them know you love them. let them know they're your best friend. let them know you'll always be there for them.
they will doubt they're good enough they'll doubt they're loved they'll doubt everything that gives them value. but take them into your heart and make them feel it.
be their shoulder to cry on.
please don't ever let it be too late.
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diejager · 8 months
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any thoughts for yandere!pervy!könig who has to resist from fucking you so hard? knowing you're too weak and fragile to ruin, but palming himself through his pants whilst bathing you, or creeping on you as you sleep!!! 🥹
ignore if you want to!! can be somnophillia/noncon if you want 🎀🩷
How exactly am I supposed to ignore this??? This is such a good idea!
Yan!Pervy roommate König x fem!reader
Cw: Perverted König, dub-con, somnophilia, panty sniffing, panty stealer, scent/musk kink, handjob, tell me if I missed any.
He just can’t believe how lucky he got when you answered the ad for a roommate. He knew you were searching for a place to move in, wanting to move out of your parents’ place as a first step into independence and he’d purposely put the ad out a few weeks before you moved. The rate was low, lower than most apartment would cost - even for a old, beaten flat, but his was new and well-maintained - it was his way of silently coaxing you to room with him. König had declined every other, keeping it open until you finally contacted him.
The days between your first interaction and your move in were a blur in his mind, dazed with ecstasy and joy to be have you at an arm’s length. You were so small compared to him - as most people were - and so weak and fragile, limbs a third to his and as strong as a child in his eyes. You were so innocent and untouched, your tight little cunt still a virgin in this age. You were temptation on two legs.
He can’t remember the first time he peeked through the crack of the bathroom door, the glass shower doing nothing to hide your wet, naked skin as he palmed himself, groaning lowly as he fished out his hardened cock. He pumped himself, hand twisting as he reached the swollen head of his cock, thumb pressing against the leaky slit and using his precum as lube, jerking his hardened length more easily. He came at the thought of running his hands on your skin, kissing your collar and biting that beautiful neck, digging his hands into your thighs as he fucked into your small cunt. He hurriedly cleaned up and tucked himself back into his pants, burying the flush on his skin as he waited for you to finish your shower.
After the first month, jerking off while watching you shower wasn’t enough, he humped your cushion when you were out, dragging his drizzly cock over your bed. Face buried in your sheets, he drinks in your scent, that sweet rose and vanilla smell of your shampoo as he rutted into his tight palm, imagining that he was between your warm walls. König could come at the idea of covering you in his musk, your hair smelling like him, you skin tasting like him, you cunt leaking of him. He came so hard that it spurted all over your bed, his cum was on your blanket, on your bedsheet, on your cushion and on your headboard. Fuck, he loved the idea of covering you and your things in his cum.
When coming in his hand to the sight of you in the shower and your empty bed wasn’t enough, he slipped into your room at night, the only sound in your shared appartient being you soft snoring and his laboured breaths. He stroked himself, teasing his throbbing cock with slow pumps and watching your innocent oblivion to his dirty thoughts while you slept. He was crouched over you, his figure looming over your figure when he came, thighs spread wide over your hips and hand clawing your bedsheet besides your head, you warm breath hitting his wrist.
You’d wake up without knowing why you were coated in crusty substance or why you were missing another panty, your pretty, blue lacy panty gone from your drawer. König would be in his room, holding your pretty lace lingerie over his nose, sniffing it while he pumped himself. God, König couldn’t stop himself from covering your underwear in his load before handing it back to you, saying that he found it somewhere in the house. Then you’d wear it, your sweet cunny over the spot he came on, making him purr in satisfaction, a branding on you in the deepest way possible since he couldn’t bully his cock into you just yet.
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