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#I'll miss you forever
gifshistorical · 2 years
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Freddie Stroma as Prince Friedrich of Prussia · Bridgerton 1.03
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salvatoreren · 1 month
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happy birthday to my number one boy, my favorite character in all of media and the actual love of my life!!! i have such a profound and emotional connection to him that just transcends reality, it says a lot when i say i have always loved his character, when i first saw him in my screen or in whatever, i was already in love with him like omg, i had to read fics about this man and I HAD TO WATCH THE SERIES TO KNOW THIS MAN, contrary to popular belief i've never really found him annoying or his anger unjustified because it was and i feel deep down that anger was to dish out the vulnerability, the grief and to cope in general after the loss of his mom or his situation.
he is such a deeply misunderstood and his whole character is a tragedy, a cautionary tale and he has never achieved freedom when he was so close in achieving it, he has shed his old self in favor of what's best for his people and has carried and walked that path of burden alone. i'm afraid no one will ever match up to the complexities and depths and the many discussions about his character. he's incredibly human with his flaws and his problems and even situations and because of that so many are so willing to overlook it in favor of something unrealistic, the fact that eren has been doomed from the very start if you think about it is one of the reasons why he's such a tragedy and the fact that in the end, even with all that he has to commit in the name of the greater good and salvation, he ultimately chooses to believe in himself because it is only him who can do this.
he's so incredibly selfless and caring and loving to those around, he attracts people with his natural charisma and has became a pillar of those who has loved him and has nurtured their growths one way or another. there is no character as deserving as the main character than him because he is the attack titan, he fights for freedom, he is the kind of character that perfectly fits within attack on titan's themes and it's sad and disheartening for people to prefer another to be the main character.
this is the first year we celebrated his birthday without seeing him in the months to come and that's sad, i will always love and defend his character and even go as far to be delusional about it because as said i have such a genuine and profound connection to him, this character who has been with me for the last 4 years, nurturing my growth and my ability to understand media literacy because my god, do you need that to appreciate his character even more.
to the boy who sought freedom, i love you and i miss you, happy birthday.
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This in hits hard..
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heywoodvirgin · 2 years
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ekoprod · 1 year
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My Beloved Beeboe
Thank you for these ten loving long years...
You were gone so soon, so quietly, and left many of those who loved you remembering your unending loving and friendly nature.
I couldnt be with you in your final days but I hope you can forgive me and rest happily now.
Spinning clockwise forever tiptapping your paws.
I love you forever my dearest baby boy♥️
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poetusa · 9 months
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Sometimes I just cry suddenly thinking about you.
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goldenlarrie · 10 months
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tiramis-hoon · 1 year
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moonbin, thank you for everything, rest in peace angel. <3
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forgethowtospeak · 1 year
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he's sleeping now.
i can't touch him, but he's at peace.
he's sleeping now.
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alister-crawley · 2 years
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I would have fucking loved seeing Eddie with a band t-shirt. We were robbed
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heartorbit · 3 months
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i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you
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girlboyburger · 5 months
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hihi i am VERY broke and need to make ends meet while i catch up on my queue so i'm offering my cheapest commissions ever! ! get a little animal drawing from me and my mouse made in 'spaint !!! HERE"S THE LINK!!!
reblogs super appreciated!! ty !!!!
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arthursfuckinghat · 3 months
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"Thank you"
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roseofdarknessblog · 6 months
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Let me just say how emotional the Galliard brothers made me. I love them so much and finally seeing them together once again… 😭😭
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And Pieck's reaction 😭💔
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freyyzu · 11 months
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SEE YOU AGAIN SOON
it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.
a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always
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“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.
“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.
“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”
The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.
Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.
“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”
Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”
Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.
“Why don’t we take a picture together?”
The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”
“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”
“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”
You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”
There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”
Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.
Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.
The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.
The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.
His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.
“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”
“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.
An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.
“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.
At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.
“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.
Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.
If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.
“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.
“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.
“Thank you.”
The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.
“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.
“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”
He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.
“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”
‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.
You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.
And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.
It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.
‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.
A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.
[ could you send me that picture, please?
i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]
[ Of course. ]
Comes his instantaneous response.
He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.
[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]
Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.
With you.
And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.
[ As will I. ]
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