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#I HAVE FEELINGS OKAY
syb-rooks · 1 year
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The children of the kingdom love Prince Gerard of Greenleigh. He might not be brave, or responsible, or taking care of any of the country's multiple urgent problems but he always, always looks out for the kids.
He is never too busy to play with them, to tell them jokes, and silly anecdotes, give them candy and gifts. And his advices are not always good, and his stories mostly revolve around the Princess, and perhaps he always scolds the children when they talk about exploring the forest. No, children shouldn't stay outside the walls of the castle, especially not alone, especially not in the woods.
When he sees a small child sitting alone, he always tries to comfort them, make them laugh, orders the cooks to bake tons of biscuits and bring mugs of the sweetest hot chocolate.
And when a child is curt, when they are rude, or angry and hurting, the Prince keeps a hand on his sword, even though he has never used it. He keeps the kid in his sights, and looks around for any fairies who seek to teach a cruel lesson. He is probably too much of a coward to go against a fairy, he knows that. And he would probably stab himself trying to use his sword. But he'll wait until the child calms, until they dry their tears, and mumble apologies munching on scones.
It's the only thing he can do.
Then the war comes.
The Prince doesn't fight with the soldiers, with the parents, with the princess. He hides with the children in the cellar of the castle. He still tells stories but his voice is strained, and when he talks about the Princess and her adventures, he stops midsentence and stares at the castle walls. He hides in the shadows and doesn't allow anyone near him. He snaps and orders at the staff and some children whisper that he has a tongue as long and agile as a whip. He is never rude to the children though. Even when they cry, or scream or complain, he has endless patience, and tries to comfort them, even if his attempts at advice never work anymore.
One morning the children wake up and the Prince is gone. He took with him only the clothes on his back and a dusty book about fighting stances.
He leaves behind for the children books on fairy tales, tons of blankets and precious pillows from the royal bedchambers, and toys.
Between the pages of one of the fairy tale tomes, are some crinkled, yellowed, handwritten pages from a diary. A girl describing a meeting with a talking frog.
Those pages were left discarded. It didn't seem like a particularly interesting fairy tale after all.
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koala-smiles · 9 months
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Listening to any song by The Crane Wives got me like
Getting major Blorbo vibes from this one
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I’m apparently not done with Nona thoughts. But. I just think there’s something about how one part of Nona is about just people, small normal people, with mundane goals and dreams and tiny lives and the other part is the story about John destroying all of earth’s little lives. It’s such a nice piece of symmetry. To John all these lives stop mattering as he goes on, he just kills a bunch of people and then all of them and doesn’t really think much of it. But the Nona part of the narrative keeps telling us that these tiny lives are important, they matter, they’re there, not inconsequential things to be forgotten in the larger scheme. You have Nona who loves all of these people, who thinks it’s important to tell them “I love you” and you have Alecto who says: “Where did you put the people? Where did they go?” and I am wholly undone about it.
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capisback · 2 months
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I think it's interesting that they went in different directions for Movie vs Book Boromir. Because from a story-writing stand-point I can understand why the movie did was it did, since Boromir's fall needed to make sense and they did not have the luxury of time and insight that the book does. But it's also interesting that Boromir's demise in the movie is painted as something inevitable, as something that is because he was not as pure of heart as the others are - while the book tells us the opposite. He fell because his heart was good. He fell because he loved too much. And love is strong, and Boromir was strong because of it - and the Ring corrupts those who have strength
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ladybubblegum · 12 days
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so i have been absolutely OBSESSED with helluva boss lately and i have so many thoughts but with Full Moon being so close, my brain won't stop analyzing stolitz and how bad things are about to get for them
stolas's story is tragic and sad but he's been so lost in his own fantasy that he never considers whether he and blitz are on the same page. in his mind, the deal with the grimoire is a flimsy excuse for them to be together and blitz is as satisfied with it as he is. he doesn't seem to truly grasp that this arrangement is a sword of damocles hanging over blitz's head and blitz is just waiting for it to fall
whether blitz returns his feelings or not doesn't matter at this stage; his choice here isn't "be with stolas or leave", his choice is "do what stolas wants or lose everything you've worked for"
the issue with blitz is that he DOES care about stolas but he wants their arrangement to continue. he doesn't want stolas to make him choose. he doesn't want anything to change, despite how unhappy he is. because if he has to admit he has feelings for stolas and that he wants something real, he has to face the reality of stolas not choosing him back when he doesn't live up to stolas' fantasy.
it's easier to expect his need for love and intimacy to not be met than to trust someone to meet that need and be disappointed when they discover he isn't worth the effort.
(and holy SHIT i could write a fucking novel about blitz's fear of intimacy and how he reinforces his own poor self esteem through sabotaging his own relationships)
stolas is finally making healthy decisions for himself, and he's well aware that it means possibly losing blitz. but he HAS to give blitz the crystal because he HAS to end their arrangement with the grimoire for either of them to make any progress, and blitz is gonna take it SO POORLY
it's gonna hurt SO MUCH
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mysteriesofloves · 2 years
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gossip girl s2ep25 / frankenstein, mary shelley
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I like to think that when Crowley was a toddler who was super sick and just would not sleep with whiskey, he would look at Rowena and be like “Star Stories, Mummy.” And she would give an exhausted and exasperated sigh but tell him the stories of the constellations because it was the only way to get him to sleep. It’s one of the few nice memories she has with him. And sometimes, after his death, she’ll look out at the sky and still hear him ask for those stories, so once in a while, she’ll tell them to herself. And for a second, it’s like he’s right there with her.
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pandora15 · 10 months
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can't believe it's been a year since obi-wan kenobi ended and i'm still An Emotional Wreck about the entirety of that series
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chicknstripz · 1 year
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∘₊✧ [[ Take our leave ]] ✧₊∘
Pairing|| GN!Reader X Echo Word Count|| 1239 Tags|| Angst, Fluff, PTSD, body dysmorphia, Reader is hinted as being shorter then Echo Synopsis|| You’ve known for some time that Echo wants to leave the batch, have come to dread the moment he finally takes his leave, and when it finally comes? Well lets just say you make the only choice that feels right in your heart. 
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Your heart aches. You knew this day would come, that you’d eventually have to choose between your heart and your friends, but for it to come so soon? It kills you.
You stand there and watch as Hunter wishes Echo the best, the Sargent’s face awash with deep understanding as he rests a hand to his shoulder. He’d known for some time that Echo wants to do more for the rebellion, that the morals that guide his heart causing deep distress for the former ARC every time they go on a mission. There had been a few days where he’d hoped to talk his brother round, had been moments where he begged silent gods to keep them together, but he knows that’s selfish - so he lets him go - his smile sad as he reminds Echo he still has a home with them Wrecker and Tech are next to say their goodbyes, their understanding of Echo’s nature revealed on their proud features. They knew their brother hated working for Cid, the skills he’d learned on Kamino barely tested by their missions, just as they knew that he’d like he was growing apart - his place in the batch never fully cemented. They didn’t need his slicing skills, Tech was just as good if not better then him even with his scomp, and they certainly didn’t need his infantry skills. The only reason why he’d gone with them, at first anyway, was because he felt like it was the only place he belonged - his dysphoria pushing him from his vode and toward the batch. Then you’d come along. The kaminoans had thought it prudent to assign a medic to the team, what with his addition to the group so soon after his discharge from the medbay, and you with your soft smiles and easy chatter had won him over. It also helped that you guided him through his PTSD more times then he could count, the soft thrum of your heart a reminder that he wasn’t stuck in some cryo-tube! Those nights had been some of the best, the way your hand covered the bare skin of his scalp soothing him back to reality, and he wishes he could ask you to come with him - the selfish thought burning his throat as you gather his hands into your waiting palms. “You’ve been wanting to do this awhile, haven't you?” It’s a statement more then a question, the soft words morphed by your accent. “Yeah.” His voice sounds like a stranger’s, the emotions that cling to his heart holding his throat with such intensity that he feels like he’s choking. “Why didn’t you say something?” He thought he’d made it obvious that he’d wanted to leave, his endless arguments with Hunter proving his deep discontent. But then he realizes something. Every argument he’d had? It had revolved around the Batch doing something, not him, his lips parting in a slight ‘O’ as he brings your hand to his armoured chest. “I was worried you might ask me to stay.” Your heart leaps at the admission, the cool outer of his armor leaching through your palm and into your heart. You’d never ask him to do something he was firmly against, but at the same time you knew just how hard you’d fight to keep your found family together. Hunter and his paternal desire to protect everyone in a ten foot radius. Tech and his annoying habit of becoming a back seat medic whenever you needed to patch someone up. Wrecker and his booking voice that filled the close confines of the Marauder. Omega and her boundless curiosity, her eye misted with unshed tears as she tugs at Echo’s kama. “What about me? What if I asked you to stay?” “Oh, Omega” He crouches, allowing his sister to fling herself to his chest. “I’d love to stay, but I’m needed elsewhere.” Omega hiccups a tiny sound that lances through your heart as you watch the sweet interaction. Echo wasn’t much of a hugger, his lingering belief that no-one would want to touch him manifesting in a deep self-loathing for his physical form. But here was Omega, flushing herself to him with complete disregard for his cybernetics, her warm cheek flush against his earpiece as she quivered with soft sobs. Leaving her was always going to be hard, but she had the Batch to keep her safe, and it wasn’t like this would be forever, his scomp patting the middle of her back as he pulled back. “I’ll see you again someday, I promise.” “Both of you?” He looks from Omega to you, his heart fluttering wildly at the idea of taking you with him, but that - that would be selfish of him. The batch needed a medic, a good one, and woe betide if he stole you away from them. “She’s not --” “Of course we will.” You cut him off before he can finish, the firm statement coming out of left field. “Mesh’la --” Again you cut him off, the glimmer in your eyes mischievous as you place your hands to your hips. “Someone’s got to run upkeep on your cybernetics, might as well be me.” He pushes back the urge to tell you Rex could help him with that, that he’s sure there’s someone in the resistance that’s familiar enough with cybernetics to run any maintenance he needs. You hated when other people tinkered with his prosthetics, hated when Tech tried to bluster his way through a supposed ‘update’ to his synthetic nerves. Mainly because Tech treated him more like a machine, his methods sparking flares of pain in the former ARC whenever the commando poked his spanner into whatever needed fixing. You hated it even more when it was a stranger that did it, the heated look in your eyes when EZ tried to treat him in the med bay making him all kinds of flustered. “You sure?” “Surer then rain on Kamino.” The mention of his former home causes a flare of homesickness, the palm of his hand ruffling in Omega’s hair as he gives her a smile. “Make sure Tech keeps up with those lessons of yours, and don’t let Phee talk Hunter into any funny business -- okay?” She holds out her hand, pinky first, and he smiles as he wraps his much larger pinky finger around hers. “I promise!” “Atta girl, knew I could count on you.” He watches as she skips toward Hunter, the warm flush of heat that radiates from your body confirming that he’d made the right choice. But had you? He’s got nothing to offer. No home, no stability, and certainly no ability to see in the next day. Kriff, he could be dead tomorrow for all he knew, yet here you where wrapping your arm around his hips as if you where watching your kid leave for a school day, the waver of your lip betraying your emotions as you rested your head to his shoulder. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For coming with me. I -- know it wasn’t an easy choice to make. “You’re right, it wasn’t, but it was the right one.” You might be sad to leave the batch, might even cry about it when you laid your head to your pillow later that night, but in your heart of hearts you knew that your place was with Echo and the growing rebellion, your smile growing as you entwined your fingers with his.
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wcvensouls · 3 months
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“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
unprompted asks : @sunfollows .
did taesoo ever think that he would find himself settling down with someone and building a family of his own? if you were to ask him back when he was in his early twenties, he would say absolutely not. back then, he thought it would always just be him and taeran, no one else. they only needed each other, after all. however, as quickly as harper had occupied a space in taesoo's heart the moment he met them, those perceptions about his future also began to change. it caught taesoo by surprise, almost, how one day he could simply see himself having an entirely different life than the one he did before.
now swaying lightly in the middle of the room as he held their child close to his chest after she had woken up from her afternoon nap, taesoo felt more at peace than he ever had in his life. it was like this was exactly where he was supposed to be. he never imagined he would have paternal instincts or any desire to have a kid of his own, yet everything changed once again when he learned that they would be a family. now, there was one more person taesoo wouldn't hesitate to do anything for, no matter what — and that list would continue to grow as their family expanded too.
while he had been distracted watching the faces juniper was making, his attention turned back to harper the moment he heard his husband speak. the words brought a small smile to taesoo's lips, and he came closer while still holding their baby. " am i now? " he replied with a hum, voice playful and sounding a little too close to the babified version he used when talking to juniper, who was watching them both with clear curiosity in her eyes while babbling quietly, as if she was a part of the conversation.
leaning over carefully not to squish her between the two of them, taesoo placed a kiss to harper's lips, letting it linger for a moment and smiling against their mouth. when he continued again after pulling away slightly, taesoo's voice had grown much softer but serious, carrying the weight of everything he felt for the other in his words. looking over at the other, the eyes that had always looked at them with so much intensity had never changed, even over the years. in fact, they seemed to speak of taeoo's love for him even more so than it did before — a more mature love ; a love of people who had grown and built a life together, knowing that this would be their endgame, the rest of their existences. " and you've changed my life for the better, yi haejin. "
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timaeusterrored · 11 months
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Thanks to discord I’m now thinking of Kerry and Louise and will be going insane thank you for the support
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thebookworm0001 · 1 year
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I chose pain today and listened to the trespasser dlc soundtrack
I wanna talk about the difference between dark solas theme and the lost elf theme
Because both of them are solas, right? These are the two big pieces that play as you find out what solas’s part in everything is and it’s just
Fuck it is heartbreaking
You get these giant war drums and this sense of grandiose power and threat and they just. fade. and even though solas is still that - still a threat - we see that underneath all that there is mourning and loss
Solas himself is lost - lost in time, lost from his people, lost to the inquisitor, lost to himself, and lost in his mission
And you can spend 10 minutes in-game listening to these strings absolutely cry over that
Or you can ignore that, and hear nothing but the drums of war
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fondofeveryprickle · 2 years
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I am again having feelings about Not Me and White specifically.
This man left his life behind for his twin who he hadn't seen in over ten years. He got involved in a gang doing criminal activism. He was really bad at pretending to be this brother he didn't even know anymore. But he did all that, and he didn't expect anything in return.
He knew the moment Black was awake he would lose it all, and would have to find life for himself, a place he belonged to, because he would not go back to his life the way it was after everything he went through.
But even then!!! Slowly, while still pretending to be Black, he slowly let the others meet White without even knowing or noticing it. All the times he did or said something Black would never do or say, even if in the beginning he backtracked and tried to spin it in a way semi-believable.
And slowly he barely did that anymore. Specially around Sean, or maybe just because their relationship even at the start was so different from Black and Sean's relationship. But White thought over the consequences and how to make things really stick.
He cared about all the gang, and the gang came to care about him too, even if they didn't even know they were doing that.
White was able to carve a place for himself with all those guys who don't trust easily.
The scenes when he's celebrating with them, or he's arguing with them. He's not afraid anymore to be found out, he belonged there just as much as Black did, he still doesnt come clean to them, but in a way, they are truly seeing the real White.
The one White himself is getting to kkow, and accept and like so much more than the one he was before.
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yourlocalrabidraccoon · 10 months
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taking anti-depressants is like stepping out into the warm sun after years and years of being cold. it takes a bit to feel the difference, and then when it hits you, you’re overwhelmed. taking anti-depressants is like being underground with stale air, and starting to make your way to the surface. beginning to feel the fresher air coming in, and realizing you could never go back down.
taking anti-depressants is being excited to shower to use the new body wash you actually enjoy, and not just tolerate. taking anti-depressants is looking forward to things, and not just being in a permanent gray zone of detachment.
being on anti-depressants is leaving the house and volunteering for things willingly, not having to be forced. being on anti-depressants is starting projects, hobbies, after being disinterested in things for years. being on anti-depressants is hanging out with friends and enjoying it. being on anti-depressants is creating things.
being on anti-depressants for feels like waking up for the first time in years.
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emilybluntt · 1 year
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LET THESE TWO COPS FUCK!
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aceofspades-sml · 1 year
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001 with west side story!! for the ask game :)
Okay I love wss but I haven't watched it in a while so this might be chaotic
Fav character : Riff ! I love my chaotic bisexual himbo. Also Anybodys
Least fav character : Tony... (2021 version at least)
5 favorite ships : Bernardo x Anita ; Riff x Tony ; Baby John x A-rab (1961!movie) and I think that's it ? In this fandom I go mostly for the platonic relationships so
Character I find most attractive : probably Ice and Anita (2021)
Character I would be best friends with : 100% Anybodys, Anita and maybe Baby John
A random throught : Riff and Ice definitely kissed at some point
An unpopular opinion : ok I know it's not that inpopular but I need to say it, I really don't like the Jets. As in they are interesting and I like talking about them but with what they did to Anita I can't bring myself to like them. Also I kinda like Chino ?
My Canon OTP : Bernardo and Anita ! They actually have a pretty good dynamic
My non-canon OTP : Riff x Tony
Most badass character : Anybodys (in case you couldn't tell I have LOTS of feelings about them)
Most epic villain : depends on who you consider a villain because y'know complicated story so I don't know if it counts but Chino's story arc is pretty good
Pairing I am not a fan of : Maria and Tony
Character I feel the writers screwed up : I don't think there are any ?
Favorite friendship : hear me out Ice and Anybodys would have an amazing friendship
Character I most identify with : Anybodys again
Character I wish I could be : take a wild guess (yes I love anybodys okay)
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