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etrevil · 8 months
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SEE??!!! THE BULLET NEVER WENT THROUGH 😭 IT'S THERE, STUCK, HE AIN'T DEAD. BONES GOT MY BACK 😔👏
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savventeen · 1 year
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until next time
pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader rating: G wc: 253 words summary: you've never had to say goodbye like this before. jeonghan tells you that maybe you don't have to warnings: grief, crying, offscreen/implied death tags: emotional hurt/comfort a/n: was going through my old notes on my laptop and found this, something i wrote almost exactly a year ago. it hurts a lot more, reading it now, but i also think it's something i needed to hear. here's to learning how to say "until next time"
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“Jeonghan?”
Your question is croaked into his shoulder, trapped between the folds of the oversized hoodie he’s wearing.
Jeonghan hums, pulling you a little tighter to him where you both lay together on the bed.
“How—" You cough around the lump coagulating in your throat. "How do you say goodbye to somebody?”
It's the question he's been dreading, if only for the way it sounds — like it was dragged out from the core of you, catching on your ribs and your heart and your lungs, collecting all of your tears and choking you on the way out.
The hand on your back comes up to cradle the back of your head, like if he holds you just right then he can pull all of the grief off of your shoulders and into himself.
Jeonghan breathes slowly; swallows. “You love them, right?”
He knows the answer even before he feels your trembling nod.
“Then you don’t. You don't say goodbye.”
Jeonghan gives you another squeeze and places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. His lips linger there for a moment before moving to press against your forehead, where he murmurs his words into your skin. “You keep them in your heart and you greet every memory and reminder of them with a warm hello.”
His heart breaks when you let out a sob, and silent tears spill over Jeonghan's cheeks as well.
“They might be gone, but you don't have to say goodbye, jagiya. You can say ‘Until next time.’"
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edsbacktattoo · 1 year
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"don't shoot! i'm just a stowaway!" stede. babe. you're in the captain's cabin. in the captain's bed. in a gay little eyemask. who the hell are you trying to fool? you're only lying to ur damn self king
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tomshivendgame · 11 months
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tomshiv - the great war (taylor swift)
“I fell in love with your sister, that’s what happened.”
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coliemoongaming · 10 months
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I’m here if anyone needs to talk
Hey guys so I don’t remember if I ever talked about it (I’ve mentioned losing one of my older sisters a few years ago) but I don’t think I ever mentioned that one of my younger brother and I’s longest friend passed a year and a half ago...and at first I thought it was just an accident...I wasn’t told until 2 or 3 months afterwards that it was TW:suicide....Honestly I was angry and hurt at not being told the truth...one of my other friends feel even more horrible about it because they saw the signs and tried to help but...it obviously didn’t work...I’m still grieving in some ways...I can’t even look at pictures or videos of them without crying or even mentioning their name makes me want to cry also. I wrote this because if anyone is suffering and needs someone to talk to I am here...I don’t want to lose anyone else to...that...so sorry this has been running away in my head for awhile now.
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decaying-vampire · 9 months
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that bitch GRABBED HIM by the shirt. Fuck that man strutted up to his HUSBAND and DESPERATELY pressed his LIPS to him what SLUT behavior I LOVE him and I'm CRYING
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bmblboop · 2 months
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I got to tell the person who got me into RWBY how much I love and appreciate it and how grateful I am that she did that and damn it Im crying again
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gojoed · 4 months
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”it’s only ten days until halloween” literally shut up mahito I need him with me still
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rhine-gold-archive · 1 year
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congrats to the scaramouche simps and everything, but how come a big hat gremlin gets a redesign as a playable character and Signora didn’t
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lildarkchapel · 9 months
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GOOD OMENS S2 SO FAR
HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!…*a few seconds later*…..GOD, NOOOOOOooo!!!!
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hauntingthethoughts · 9 months
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listening to soon you'll get better by taylor swift and remembering how my great aunt said she liked the doctors on the icu, and how she talked about how the nurses were great, and how i used to wait till it got dark in my room to pray for a god i don't believe in, and how i was there with her in all times they allowed bc her fell out was sudden and my whole family was out of town except for me, and how she kept quiet until i came in to visit cause she was saving the little air she had to talk to me, and how in one of those quiet whispered conversations her words cut through my soul cause even the short breath couldn't keep her from wanting to comfort me by saying "it has been such a pleasure to help raise you", and how she did not know those words would never stop resonating within me, and how i did not know that would be our last conversation
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demonic---entity · 9 months
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fun fact, this was my wallpaper but after the last part of ep 6 I had to change it coz I looked at my phone and instantly burst into tears (again) and wanted to throw my phone across the room lol
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aletterfromthevoid · 11 months
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Last year, I died.
I woke up one morning to the news that my father died. I lost my breath. I made conspiracies, several of which I still believe. I wailed into the darkness of the forest behind me, becoming in my own way a banshee, though truthfully the only death my wail foretold was my own.
Through the writhing, the gashing of teeth, the bitter cries into the darkness....I died. Somewhere between planning his not-funeral, and breaking plastic lawn décor, I died. The wailing ceased into an uneasy silence, the gnashing settled into malnutrition, and the cries dried into salt on my cheeks that, a year later, still won't wash off.
I always expected that in death, in my moment as the one bereft, that there would be this magical unexpected swell of love like a warm wave on the happiest of childhood beaches -- I would be enveloped in rapture, overwhelmed and left breathless by the generosity and magnanimity of others. I was wrong.
Where I stood, a child on the shore, arms wide and prepared to break with the warm wave on the shore -- the wave never came. My glassy eyes stared down the ocean, which in the end turned out to have only been a mirage.
I am not ungrateful to the very few who chose to love me throughout my death. I am satisfied, relieved, at those who made an active choice to love me as I began to decay, as my once (somewhat) vibrant personality turned to rot, and as my (somewhat) regular responses soon became empty air, as I became part of the void in which is reside to this day.
I am bitter, more bitter than I ever wanted to be at what should have been my "best years". I resent those who preached their love for those in need and yet not once checked to see if I was even still breathing. I resent those who claimed true friendship as they became ghosts in my periphery. I hope one day, if I ever cease to fester, that I can forgive them.
For now, though, I am dead. I died in June. It is June again and I am still dead, despite the pills and the wasted hours of therapy.
I want this to be considered my withered digits wriggling through the trodden earth, trying to climb out of my unmarked grave, in the hopes that I might live again. I won't ever live like I did before I died -- that is absolutely impossible. There is no way for that person to come back. The girl I was before is gone and will never return, she can't, she is dead with her father. The corpse I am now, however, she is restless and stirring from the uneasy nihility where she had been hastily entombed. A bloated corpse desperate to find a way to go on since the soul refuses to depart from the prison of bones, adipose, blood, and flesh.
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reelovesbuckybarnes · 11 months
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One person on my Facebook gets really pissed off at me if i don't reply back to this person on inbox there and this one person sends me inboxes non stop without taking a break to breathe...
Have any of you had this one person that gets so pissed off at you for not replying back on Facebook and also sending you inboxes non stop? .
I am really so annoyed at this one person who's name i will not mention. That person gets on my nerves in all honesty....
To tell you all this me and my family are still grieving over the death of my brother in law and it's been 2 weeks since he had passed away from pancreatic cancer.
It's still very hard for us. And that one person on my Facebook account better not make me mad any more further...
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nightshadelm · 1 year
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💔💔 the grief has never calmed since you passed, baby girl
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