#the long hair was everything to me......................😂😂😂 pain and suffering

[gaywizardzone]

in april 2023 immediately after chapter 247 i was like oh they're splitting up? kanda's going to get a taste of his own dramatic thank you medicine. then i drew this just for fun sketch with that in mind and immediately forgot about it for the next six months. imagine my surprise and delight last week at 249

#i don't know if translations are out because i read it in japanese #so just in case since i obliquely refer to chapter events: #dgm spoilers #d.gray-man spoilers #obviously this was drawn before the chapter as you can tell by allen still having his ponytail. i'm in mourning for that btw #the long hair was everything to me......................😂😂😂 pain and suffering #anyway ummmmm....i love them <3 thanks #d.gray-man #black and white

[impishtubist]

double date

Behold, the dumbest thing I have ever written. I inflicted this on a handful of Discord pals a while back, but you know what? Everyone should be made to suffer from my terrible writing 😂

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“Padfoot, calm down.” Remus lays a hand on Sirius’s, stopping him from further shredding his empty straw wrapper. 

“I am calm.”

“Mate, you’re literally vibrating.” James is sitting on Sirius’s other side, and he puts a hand on Sirius’s knee, stilling his bouncing leg. “It’s just Regulus.”

“Just Regulus?” Sirius hisses. “I haven’t seen him since I was seventeen, James! This isn’t just Regulus, this is huge!”

“I know,” Remus says soothingly. “But you being a nervous wreck isn’t going to make this any easier.”

Sirius sags a bit in his seat. “I want this to go well, Moony.” 

“It will. This was his idea, after all. That’s promising, isn’t it?”

“S’pose so.” Sirius straightens in his seat, brightening a little. “Think it’s a good sign that he wants to introduce me to his boyfriend, too.” 

“It was sweet of him to suggest a double date,” Remus says, casting James a significant look. James shrugs, unapologetic.

“Like I’m going to pass up a chance to see Baby Black and his boyfriend,” he says cheerfully. “What do you think? Think Reggie’s dating a Muggle?”

Sirius’s entire face lights up, and he cackles. “A Muggle! Oh, Prongs, that’d be brilliant. Might put Mother in an early grave, too.” 

The door opens then, and Regulus steps into the pub. Sirius goes completely still, eyes wide, so Remus raises a helpful hand to flag him down. Regulus catches sight of them, and hesitates for a moment before making his way over to their table. He’s followed by a tall man with long black hair and--

Snape.

It’s Snape. 

Regulus is dating Severus fucking Snape.

The waiter appears at their table at the same time Regulus and Snape do. Remus raises his hand.

“Five Firewhiskeys, please,” he says while James and Sirius openly gape at the newcomers. The waiter smiles politely.

“A round for the table, then?”

“Oh, no, those are all for me.” 

The waiter departs, and Regulus pulls out the chair across from Sirius. Snape’s eyes flick between James and Remus, and he eventually chooses the seat across from Remus. Remus gives him his biggest, most wolfish grin, and Snape quickly looks away. 

“Brother,” Regulus says. 

“Reggie,” Sirius squeaks. “What the fuck--”

Remus digs his fingers into Sirius’s thigh. “What Sirius means is, it’s great to see you.” 

“Yeah,” Sirius says, his voice only slightly strangled. “Yeah, Reggie, it’s great to see you. Thanks…thanks for suggesting this. And for bringing your, um.” 

“Fiance,” Regulus says.

“Fiance?” Sirius and James burst out, looking horrified. 

“That’s great, Regulus,” Remus says through gritted teeth, kicking Sirius under the table. “Isn’t it?”

James recovers first. “Yeah, it’s--that’s great. Love is…great.” 

Sirius draws a deep breath, visibly pulling himself together. “I’m really happy for you, Regulus. Shall we, um, decide what to order?”

The waiter returns with Remus’s Firewhiskeys, takes their food orders, and goes off again. Sirius clears his throat.

“So, um, Severus,” he says, and the name sounds like it only pains him a little to say, “what is it you do?”

“I’m the Potions Master at Hogwarts,” Snape says. Remus cringes inwardly--those poor students--and knocks back his first shot. 

“What about you, Regulus?” he asks.

“I’m--”

“Regulus doesn’t work,” Snape cut in. 

“Doesn’t work?” Sirius repeats.

“He doesn’t need to.” 

“That’s right,” Regulus says. “I’m…taking care of the household.” 

“But you wanted to be a potioneer,” James says, and he sounds pained.

Regulus stares at him. “You remember that?”

“‘Course I remember it,” James says quietly. “Thought you’d be brilliant at it. You wanted to open a shop in Diagon Alley and everything. What happened?”

“Oh, er, nothing. It’s just…not really for me.”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all.”  

The tension at the table increases tenfold. Remus takes a second shot. 

“If that makes you happy, Reggie, I support it,” Sirius says abruptly. “It…sounds great. Staying home and…looking after Severus’s…things.” 

“I’m a trophy husband, too,” Remus says with a wink. “I have no complaints.” 

Regulus gives him a tight smile. “Yes, I’m sure I’ll…get used to it.” 

“He’ll take care of the children, too,” Snape says, and Remus chokes on his third shot. 

“When the time comes,” Regulus says hastily, patting Snape’s arm. 

“I think you’ll be singing a different tune on our wedding night,” Snape purrs, and Remus grabs Sirius’s wrist before he can draw his wand. 

“Yes, when is the wedding?” he asks.

“This summer,” Snape says. “That leaves us with plenty of time to ensure that he’s with child by the time term begins.” 

“What, you’re going to knock him up and then leave him?” James asks. 

“Yes, we agreed that was best,” Regulus says.

“If it makes you happy,” Sirius says again, though this time it’s through gritted teeth.

“Indeed. There’s no need for me to be around for…the unpleasantness of pregnancy,” Snape says, waving a hand. 

“Raising children is very, um, rewarding,” Remus says quickly, while Sirius makes a noise like a wounded animal. The room’s getting a bit blurry, and he feels very light. 

“Rewarding, yeah,” Sirius says in a high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. “R-right, Jamie?”

“Yep, yeah, greatest thing I’ve ever done. I love staying home with Haz,” James says. “‘Specially now that I only have him half the time.” 

Regulus’s eyes snap to James. “You broke up with Evans?”

James blinks. “Er, yeah. Divorced about a year ago. We’ve been doing the whole co-parenting thing and it’s going really well, though.” 

Light pink dusts Regulus’s cheeks, and--oh.

Oh, that would make sense. That would make so much sense. How had he missed it?

Remus grabs his fourth shot and polishes it off. He then raises the fifth shot and says, “A toast!” 

“A toast?” Regulus, James, and Sirius echo.

“To the happy couple.” Remus pushes Sirius’s glass at him, water sloshing over the sides. “C’mon, Pads. Toast your brother and his--and his happiness.” 

Sirius lifts his glass, looking like he’s swallowed something sour. “Er--right. To Regulus and Sn-Severus. May you, um…” 

“Have a very happy life together,” James jumps in when Sirius falters. 

“Right, that. And…love one another forever?”

“And be fruitful and multiply,” Remus says cheerfully.

Now it’s Regulus’s turn to look like he’s tasted something bitter, but Snape practically leers. 

“Oh, we will,” he says, leaning in to kiss Regulus.

Bang!

Snape is thrown out of his chair and crashes into the wall behind him, cracking his head on the bricks before landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. 

“James!” Sirius exclaims in outrage.

“It wasn’t me!” James protests.

“It was me,” Regulus says with a sniff. “Honestly. The nerve of him. I told him I wanted to wait until the wedding night.” 

Remus hands his last Firewhiskey shot to Regulus, who downs it without blinking. 

“You’re not in love with Snape,” he says, and Regulus pulls a face.

“Of course I’m not.” 

“Then why did you tell me you were bringing your boyfriend to meet us!” Sirius demands. 

“Because it’s what people do, Sirius,” Regulus says. 

“What people?”

“People who are meeting their estranged brother and his husband for the first time in years!” Regulus sighs. “I can’t go on a double date with my brother if I don’t have a date.” 

“Wait, did you--did you pretend to date Snape and then get engaged to him just so you would have a reason to reach out to me?”

“Well, he didn’t think it was pretend.” Regulus sniffs again. “I’m very convincing, you know.” 

“You didn’t--”

Regulus’s lip curls. “Of course not. I told him I was a virgin and waiting for our wedding night. I should probably be insulted by how easily he bought that. Potter, what are you doing over there?”

James blinks at him. “What?”

“This is a double date, isn’t it?” Regulus gestures at the now-empty chair next to him. “I need a date.” 

“Oh!” James scrambles over to the other side of the table. “Right, of course. Hello.” 

“Hello.”

“You look amazing, you know.”

Regulus blushes. “Yes, you’ve been staring at me since I sat down. Awfully rude of you, with my fiance right there.”

James looks pained. “He’s not your fiance anymore, is he?”

“Merlin, no.”

“What,” Sirius whispers to Remus, “is happening right now?”

Remus pats his shoulder. “I think the wedding is still on.”

“Different groom, though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.”

#wolfstar #regulus x ??????? #imp is writing #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #cw pregnancy mention #it's not a fic of mine without a hint of breeding kink okay #cw alcohol mention #cw snape

[yes-divine-ruler]

You probably get so many requests 😂 I do love your song based pieces are seriously amazing though. I have one 🙈.

Kai or Warren because they’re the only ones I see relating to this song.

“Love the way you lie Pt. 2 by Rihanna”

It’s so fitting for both. If you get to it but no worries if not!!

Kai Anderson x GN!Reader Angst - “Love The Way You Lie”

Sorry if it’s shit </3

CW: depictions of a domestic violence relationship

Words: 1144

You stood in front of the bathroom vanity, your head close to the mirror as you intricately dabbed at the open wound cutting your eyebrow in half. With the wrappers of closure strips surrounding the sink, you thought you must’ve closed up the cut to the best of your ability. Your sad, defeated reflection stared back at you, and you couldn’t help the tears that fell down your face.

Was this really what your relationship had come to?

You met your boyfriend in college, he was sweet, shy, reserved and friendly. You got on like a house on fire, he always brought you flowers, he always talked you through your own issues, he never dared laid a hand on you if you two fought.

When his parents passed, something inside him switched. He got angry with the world, fed up, he hated how he was, and he hated how everything had turned out. At first, you’d console him night after night as he cried into your shoulder, rubbing his back trying to soothe his pain.

But then his sadness turned to hatred. And he took it out on you, the only person who truly loved him anymore.

So there you were, with a potentially broken rib cage, a swollen and bruised eye and a split eyebrow, trying to steady your fast breathing and stifle the sobs that begged to escape your chapped lips.

“Meeting in 5,” Winter knocked on the door without opening it.

“Okay one sec,” you called back, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom and navigating slowly to the basement.

You hated the person you saw sat in the middle of the sofa, his hair long and blue, his eyes dark and unwelcoming. He didn’t acknowledge you as you sat cross legged on the floor in front of him, because he knew what the monster inside him had done to you, and he couldn’t fathom seeing you hurt.

Winter tapped your shoulder as you looked down at your hands, and you turned to look at her. Her eyes widened at the sight of your beaten face, a hand covering her mouth as it hung open in shock.

“What the fuck happened?” She asked, looking over at Kai who was still ignoring the two of you as he spoke to Speedwagon.

“Nothing Winter, leave it,” you pleaded. If she made a big deal of it, you knew that the only person that would suffer was you.

“No Y/N, he can’t keep doing this,” Winter stormed over to Kai, and grabbed onto his shoulder. You watched in fear as he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?” He said simply, his tone low.

“What the fuck have you done to Y/N Kai?”

Kai looked at you for the first time since you sat there, his face dropping at your tortured facial expression. For a moment, you saw the boy you fell in love with, vulnerable and hurt.

“Nothing they didn’t deserve,” is all he replies with, and your heart breaks all over again.

You try and recollect the events of earlier that day, trying to see where you went wrong. You’d remembered that you had gone down to the mall without his permission to meet with a friend. From the moment you’d gotten there, he blew up your phone, accusing you of being unfaithful, disobedient, calculating. Your friend had told you so many times to leave that she’d run out of care to give. She let you return home after half an hour, to which you received your impending beating.

From everything you could recollect, nothing was your fault, Kai’s statement only making your sadness turn to anger. Something snapped, your confidence building as you got up off the floor, striding over to Kai and pointing an accusing finger at his chest.

“You’re a fucking monster you know that? I did nothing but love you, and all you do is control me and beat me,” more tears welled in your eyes, “fucking look at me Kai! Look at what you’ve done to me!”

Kai’s face is emotionless, his eyes staring across at Speedwagon, not once facing you.

“You don’t even have the balls to look at me?”

Kai finally turns his head, grabbing your wrist and pulling your finger off his chest. He holds your wrist tightly, as he grits his teeth and looks you dead in the eyes.

“You’re nothing but a waste of my precious time, don’t come down here to my basement and tell me what I am.”

It was enough for you to finally rip your wrist from Kai’s grip and storm off, ascending the stairs again and going back to your shared bedroom.

You tore a bag from the closet and began packing your things, almost not being able to see from the tears that were blurring your eye sight.

“Baby.”

You turn and there’s Kai at the door, rushing towards you and trying to stop you from ferociously packing your bags.

“No Kai, I’m done this time,” you choke out, “I’m seriously done.”

He comes towards you and tried to grip onto your arms, but you shove him, making him stumble back a few steps.

“Dont fucking touch me!” You yell, Kai only fuelling off your anger and seething in embarrassment from his stumble.

“I came in here to apologise to you,” he spat, “now I know how much that isn’t worth it, fucking leave.”

“I am!” You spit back, turning to your bad and continuing to pack.

“You have nowhere to go, where are you going?” He let out a mocking laugh, because he knew he was the one that isolated you from the rest of the world. In reality, you didn’t have anyone to turn to anymore.

“I’ll go back to my parents,” you fought back, not letting his harsh words get the better of you.

“Yeah right,” Kai chuckled, shaking his head before punching a hole through the closet door. The sudden act of violence made you jump, but you didn’t let it stop you, finally zipping your bag and throwing the strap over your shoulder.

“Get out of my way,” you demanded, as Kai stood firmly in the doorway, unmoving.

Trying to push passed him, he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You struggled; hitting his chest with your fists until nothing worked, and then you fell limp in them in defeat.

“You know you’re not going anywhere,” he said, just above a whisper as you cried. Your bag dropped from your shoulder as your chest heaved, big sobs leaving your lips.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered into your hair. Maybe it took for him to see you fall apart to realise you were the best thing in his life, and he needed you.

“I love you too.”

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[archenemyintellegence]

(8/4/2023) Everyday Tarot

I am interested in this deck because it seems that everyone got one, and I want to bond with people 😂 It's super affordable and I am interested to get a mini tarot deck too, so it's a perfect deck to add to my collection.

The quality is amazing for such a low price. The cards are sturdy and feel smooth to touch. It's not a deck that will be worn after a few uses, despite the cheap price. They also have a golden edge that looks gorgeous.

The image on the cards are minimalistic. It looks very clean and simple but really pleasing, and also full of necessary details. The purple used gives an elegant feel for the deck. The gold used in this deck is absolutely beautiful. It's not yucky muddy yellow and it also not super shiny cheap looking gold. The booklet is super informative and there are easy 3-cards spread suggestions, making sure that you can do a reading with it even when it's your first time. Also, the King of Wands in this deck feels super handsome and idk why (he doesn't even have a face smh 🥴) He makes me understand the heat of the Wands' suit 😃 Overall, I feel that this deck is so worth it.

I bought this deck expecting that the messages will be gentle and motivating, after seeing readings others did with the deck. However, my deck is totally not the case. (I should've known this when I feel the rage in the deck tho 💀) The energy from my deck is masculine, full of Swords energy. He will not sugarcoat things. He tells the facts, even though if it's unpleasant. He will not suggest the person to work things out if it's a "stupid" idea. His message definitely leans more towards logical thinking instead of being motivational. Although it's not the vibe that I expected, I feel that it makes sense because almost all the people in the deck are faceless. Emotions are not depicted in the images. Only necessary information is on them, and this matches the vibe of my deck.

His message will definitely offend someone, but he is not giving those messages out of spite. He does this because he cares about the person and want the best for them. I use this deck to ask questions that I want clear answers. Also, the message from this deck is super easy to read. They are really straightforward. No motivational messages. No deep life lessons. Just necessary information. One time, I was woke up by my sister to do a reading for their friend and I managed to give an on-point reading for her, while being emm... half awake lol 🥴

At last, I want to share that I saw a pale male soldier (?) after doing the deck interview for this deck. His appearance is similar to Viego in LoL. He is a thin, young man with almost platinum blonde hair. He wears a silver armor and has a long sword with him. He feels scary and even intimidating at first, but it seems that he's just sad. He looks very ghostly but I don't feel that he's malicious. I feel like he's the spirit of this deck, so I use he/him pronouns for this deck. I believe that there's spirit in everything, but I've never seen an entity so clearly when I got a tarot deck. It's a special experience. It seems that he's been through some shit before, which explains why his message is so direct. He wants people to get out of suffering asap, even when the most effective path is painful.

I never seen him clearly again after that, but I feel his presence is still here. Sometimes when I miss something during the reading, he will remind me. Also there are so many little things showing that he's here with me when I use the deck. I think him showing himself to me the first time I use the deck is just his way to say hello and introduce himself 🥴

#text #tarot #tarot deck #everyday tarot

[emmashouldbewriting]

"Do you ever have period pains so bad that you're not sure it even hurts anymore or is that just me"

I did, and to make things even better my period was punctual every 21 days instead of 28 and lasted 7/8 days. The pill saved me (it still does, I'll stop it when I'll be in menopause 😁). No more pains, shorter periods and with balanced hormones no acne, ovarian cysts and hair loss (I was prone to). Since some say the pill is dangerous I went to more than one gynecologist. Every female doctor prescribed it to me as soon as I told them my symptoms (sometimes "every three weeks" was enough) only a male told me not to take it, but considering that he doesn't even KNOW what he's talking about I didn't listen to him 😒. Why should I suffer that much when I can avoid it?

Honestly I've been dealing with it for years, my problem is that hormonal contraception makes everything worse - crazy long/heavy/irregular periods and chronic PMS to the point I can barely function. Non-hormonal BC was my Dr's first port of call so we can rule things out, and tbh my periods have regulated and are now what I guess is "normal" 😂 but the pain is still bad and the heavy days are still heavy, so I think we might need to see if there's something causing it.

Honestly I wish I could convince them to whip out the whole shebang. I'm sick of it. 😂

[depressedbabymoms0424]

If I end up un-aliving myself…I just want everyone to know that I was soooooo tired. I was so tired of crying and wishing I was dead. Nothing makes me happy anymore not even my baby and he’s my world. I don’t think I can keep up with life I don’t see the value in it and I don’t feel like I belong here any longer. I’ve lived since 2003 I think I’ve had a long enough life it’s not like the world will crumble without me. I love god sooo much and I love Amir sooo fucking much but I wanna die just as much, maybe even more. Idk what to do the thoughts are getting overwhelming and I don’t know who to speak to. No one will understand me or be able to make me feel any better. Can’t get therapy or tell a doctor or they’ll take my kid I don’t need that on top of everything else. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here or how much more I can take. I don’t know who I am, I just feel like a soul in a body. Walking around, working, living, breathing, when none of it matters to me anymore. What am I doing here? Oh Allah if I took my own life will you forgive me?? You see all the pain that I’m going through would you blame me if I wanted to head back home a little early? I know Amir needs me but shouldn’t he rather have somebody who’s mentally, financially, emotionally stable. I don’t want him seeing mama cry all the time, I want to be strong for him but I have no strength.

If I do go through with this…Amir, mama loves you sooo much baby. I’ve been watching you grow since you were an embryo and watching you grow has been so amazing and so magical to witness papa, you are super super duper perfect! Perfect eyes, nose, lips, hair, perfect little laugh, and perfect little smile. Everything about you is how I imagined when I was pregnant with you. Sorry mama had to leave but she couldn’t stay. Always know that mama is watching over you, you might not have any memories of me but trust me we had a blast together time to time. Just me and you since the beginning, the perfect team! Pls don’t grow up thinking I didn’t love you and don’t think it’s your fault. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, you’re a blessing baby. You’re only 7 months and trying to walk. Wowww you’re super smart!! Never loose that determination and dedication you have when you put you mind to something, it’ll get you a long way I promise. Work hard like mama and stay in school for as long as you can it’s really going to come in handy. Chase after god, pray to Allah and worship him. He’s the closest connection you have to mama don’t loose this connection okay baby? Gosh I’m tearing up typing this up while you’re here sleeping next to me knocked out cold!😂 I’m sorry mama didn’t give you a home and a family. I tried with dada trust me I did, but no luck papa sorry 😢 mama is tired of trying, hopefully he comes around eventually. Don’t count on it tho he seems to have no interest in your life. Wether he comes or not you’ll always have me. I’ll try to stay a little longer to make sure you have some money, gold, and someone to watch you while I’m gone. I don’t want you to suffer like mama I want you to thrive! Okay? Walk around with confidence and your head high, be a good person and be humble. Stay strong papa no matter how hard it gets be strong! Pain is temporary. I love you papa, I’ll continue to give you kisses for as long as you live. I’m here baby all the time.

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

You’ve unleashed the beast with those angst prompts. My evil evil brain is already spinning 😂

do number 1

“Come on, say something. Please, just say something, anything.” A’s voice broke, “Just fight back, I’m begging you.”

Ethan saying it to Diana.

WOUND ME PLEASE! Rip out my heart

I should have been working on Love and Lies but I did this instead. I hope it is to your liking and has been able to "Rip out" your heart.

COUNTDOWN

Book : Open Heart

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Diana Ramirez

Word Count : 1200 words

Rating : Teen to be safe

Category : Angst with a happy ending

Trope : And an idiot went to Amazon, And one of them has an injury

Warning : None

Summary : It's the fight against time, losing which might cause him to lose the one who matters the most. Who will win?

Feel free to drop a request from this list

10...

He was running...

Running towards her...

Towards the place he left behind...

The place where everything had started...

It was all his fault,he could have stopped it if he had been there, every thing that had happened was the result of his actions.

He will make things right, he has to...

9...

The clock was ticking

Time had no intention of slowing down

And neither had his wildly racing heart. ...

She was slipping out of his grasp and he was still too far away from her to do something, Diana was the only thing that had ever mattered...

8...7...

All her memories come slowly rushing back to him.

The past year, every little memory of her, his Rookie, hits him with the force of a freight train....

He had tried to forget, tried to reset, tried to bring things back to what they were before she came barging into his life.

He tried to forget the feel of her hand under his as he guided her through the Thoracotomy.

Tried to forget the tears streaming down her beautiful face as she looked over Ethan Hudson.

Tried to forget how heavenly she looked with her hair cascading over her face as they researched Naveen's case deep into the night.

Tried to forget the feel of her beating heart in the secluded Miami balcony

Tried to forget the pain in her voice when she said, “It's not complicated, not for me”

Tried to forget her cries when he brought her to the brink of pleasure...

He tried to forget Diana Ramirez ever existed

And he had failed utterly.

6...5...

He still remembers her last voice mail, the words that would haunt him till the end of his life.

“This is the last time I'll call you, I promise it Ethan, I am considering a transfer to AIIMC Chicago, the hospital has been suffering without you, please come back, just for once before I leave Boston behind, I don't know how long I can..... "And then the unmistakable sound of the screeching of a car, glass breaking and then the voice mail ends.

Ethan doesn't remember his actions after that...

Calling Naveen, booking a flight, boarding it, and then the agonizing wait of seventeen hours, all the while clinging into every little information about her, everything blurs into one rhythmic pace of unrelenting pain and regret.

4...3...

The plane touches Boston in the wee hours of the morning, the city still sleeps, peaceful, unaware of the turmoil in his entire being.

Unaware of the self blame that kills him from within.

Once again he is running...

Not away from his feelings, but towards the life that hangs through the singular chord of the hope that he'll come.

The journey to Edenbrook had never seemed this long.

2...1...

He stands before her hospital room, the very same room where he had seen her diagnosing patients...

The very same room where they had the last conversation before he left for the Amazon

The very same room where he had heard her heart shatter and felt his own break into a million pieces.

Doctor Varma stands outside her room, her head on her hands, her stance defeated and he assumes the worst.

“How bad is it Dr. Varma? Am I too late? ", Ethan doesn't recognize his own voice, it's broken and doesn't come out in anything more than a whisper.

Jackie jumps at his voice, something passes over face, replacing the defeat with steely resolve, “You were too late the moment you left Di behind and ran away to the Amazons, do you know how much pain she went through? And we knew nothing about it till the accident, it's your fault that she is connected to IV stands in that hospital room now, if things don't improve in an hour we'll have to put her in ventilation and we know what will happen after that.She waited two months for you and now you came crawling back, forgive me if this comes off as insubordination but today I know that Ethan Ramsey is a coward,don't let me hold you back, go see the damage you have done", she turns her head away.

0...

Life was slowly extracting itself from her.

She was a wilting flower in a field of dead leaves.

Like Persephone in the edge of spring and winter, of life and death and of victory and loss.

The heart monitor showed the frail fight that she was still putting up and Jackie's words come crashing back to him, “go see the damage you have done”, she had said.

She was right.

He was the sole reason behind this predicament. And the fight went out of him, leaving behind the shell of a man, broken and lost without the light that guided him.

Her limp hand was lying by her side, still as the darkness of the room.

He took her hand in his, like all those days ago when he had taken it outside the hospital as Mrs Martinez left...

This time her hand was limp, without it's usual warmth....

This time it didn't squeeze his hand lending silent strength....

This time he was alone... all alone.

And it was as if the dam had broken down, his pain giving him unusual eloquence....

“Rookie please wake up, please forgive me, just this once, don't leave me... I can't face the reality without you, just give me another chance. Come on, say something. Please, just say something, anything.” Ethan's voice broke, “Just fight back, I’m begging you.”

The tears came freely now, not holding back, the one hour would be over in another ten minutes and she would probably slip out of his hands forever...

“Diana... ”, his pleading was that of a man, a part of whom was dying, a man who was in the verge of losing everything that he held dear, “Don't leave me, I promise I'll never run again, I— I love you, I love you so much that it hurts, please don't leave me... please.”

“Ethan—", the voice was so low that he almost missed it in the whirring of hospital machines and the sobs that wracked through him.

“You are here, you are really here, it hurts, it hurts so much... ”

The countdown stops

The magnanimousity of his feelings scare him sometimes, yet there is a thrill to it that keeps him captivated, almost intoxicated in the euphoric feeling of her hand held tightly in his, her breathing normal, the crisis averted.

And he knows... he knows that he loves her and that she feels the same and a feeling of belonging blooms in his chest.

He looks at Diana's peaceful sleeping form, her hand still tightly clutching his as if she is afraid that he was just a dream that would abandon her once the night gives way to the day and he remembers Dr. Varma's words as she went home to inform her friends, “She is too forgiving, but don't fuck this up again." He had no intention of doing so ever again.

He knew that he would do whatever it takes.

He would fight for her, for them.

He would make things right.

If you have read my trash writing this far, thank you. I hope you have a good day.

—Dri💕

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i honestly used to think getting hurt all the time and healing fast was a bad thing, because i always thought “what good does healing fast do when i’m in pain when i get hurt anyway? I’ve already felt the pain.” (a very shitty thought process, but that was me😬) but after reading about this woman who doesn’t feel pain as a result of a genetic mutation, and how dangerous that said genetic mutation is for her to have; my way of thinking changed completely. (apparently she doesn’t ever feel anxious or afraid, though, so i was kinda like👀 how i wish that was me😭😂)

the best hair Jongdae has had by far was in Love Shot. NOT the bangs! that bowl haircut he had in the photo cards and shoots were a disgrace😔i’m talking about the hair he had in EXO Ladder S2, he looked so soft and cute!!

wait, i feel like i’m revealing something big here…

my EXO bias is actually Junmyeon😳i’m just a huge Jongdae stan!! my bias has been switching from Junmyeon, to Chanyeol, and then to Jongdae for so long; but it always ends up as Junmyeon in the end (it’ll definitely change again if we get another comeback after they’re set free) i noticed that the correlation between my biases happens to always be age though. for some reason, my bias in every group is always either the eldest, or one of the eldest members and not someone closer to my age. for example: Junmyeon, Seokjin, Mark from GOT7, Soobin, and even Johnny. i’m not sure what that says about me though because it can’t just be a coincidence😳

have you heard about what’s been happening with Lucas lately though? i’ve been trying to look into it, but everything i’ve heard and read about seems so.. fictional😳the situation is crazy and i don’t even know what to believe!! -🧵

I've read about that too but that it comes with long-standing memory lapses and the lack of alarm most of us have - versus people who feel pain too much or those who suffer from chronic pain who are told to take paracetamol which is an obvious shortcoming thanks to the opioid crisis - or even for redheads who perceive pain differently and may have a higher pain tolerance. It really shows you how we've barely glimpsed the details of the human body. (Just another thing to make me consider how I was born too early. A few thousand years later would have been interesting). 👀 I was eager about the lack of feeling anxious or afraid too. 😭😂

Jongdae was/is pretty cute ngl. I couldn't remember what he looked like in it so I had to search and then I realized he wore caps and beanies robbing me of this view. lol For me, I’m partial to his dark hair. I go weak in the knees because it pairs so beautifully with his complexion. And slightly longer? Wow, thanks for your service king. 😔🙌

Junmyeon! I thought it was either or but didn't realize about Chanyeol. 😮 "After they're set free." asdlfja 😩🤙 Psychologists of Tumblr, please respond about this age correlation here among sufferingismyaesthetic biases. For science.

I read a little bit on it but didn't follow it. More information could have come out since but at the time everything I read looked easily fabricated?? As Arthur Weasley says (that Muggles say) The truth will out. 😮👀 

#asks #🧵 #sufferingismyaesthetic #uquiz: which quirky arthur weasley trait are you #results: fascination with muggle technology