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geraniumplant · 5 months
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@melpcmene 𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 ~
I didn't expect you to come looking for me. We've always kinda knew our limits, so I chalked it up as that. Even after three days. Then seven. I should have been able to handle myself. It's what you'd expect from me.
By the third week, I started having this fantasy... You'd come bursting through the walls, berating me with that self-righteous attitude of yours. You'd refuse to shoot anyone even at your own expense. & mine. Then we'd be off on our next adventure, you & I riding off into the sunset. Like always. I so badly wanted our story to end that way. But this was no ending.
Six months. After six grueling months, I started to break. I know, I wouldn't have believed it myself, but that's when I broke. I screamed for you, your name reverberating off the walls & back. Not a speck of sunlight. It was so cold. I remember feeling this chill when my brain was being altered & my mind began to break. Your name is the last thing I remember saying before the darkness came.
Oh, Darling. It was your sunshine I had missed the most.
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Two years later ~
✞ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ He watched the family as they were escorted out of their home; the man in the front with the woman behind him, two little kids clutching onto her apron strings. Wolfwood had been ordered by Master to shoot if they stepped out of line. Even an inch astray & their lives would be gone, surrendered to the dust & the land that made up this God forsaken town. They were being emptied out one by one, driven from their homes & left with nowhere to go in the vast desert. Why? You didn't ask questions. You only do what you're told.
These people were compliant. The ones who tried to fight were already dead, gunned down like dogs as a reminder of what would happen if they stepped out of line. So far, it has been a quiet day. Until the woman tripped.
"Mamma!"
One of the kids, a boy, squatted down to match the woman's height. The other was left stunned & sobbing, feet frozen to the ground from fear. Just a baby.
"Mamma, you gotta get up!"
Foolish boy.
There is the sound of the Punisher's mechanics whirring & clicking into place as Wolfwood steadies the gun at his hip, pointed toward the mother & the two sons. The father steps out of line, rushing to their side in an attempt to shield his family.
"Please, don't!"
Wolfwood's finger lingers on the trigger.
Why can't he...
"Shoot them, Punisher!"
Another click & the massive gun is fired. No hesitation this time. No mercy. He's perfect dog.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Bros before Ho(oh my god is that Hanguang-Jun?)
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flimsy-spine · 3 months
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my favorite madney scenes: [22/?] ⇢ Seize the Day, 3.11
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kveom · 6 months
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seokmin absolutely vibing on running man
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shiqingxuanz · 26 days
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WORD OF HONOR ☆ episode two
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sicklyjelly · 9 months
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day 7: free day
strange intimacy.
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nosfelixculpa · 4 months
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Would I be able to straighten out the errors and mistakes and save all of us? I didn't grasp the depth and weight of this question. It was true that I desperately wanted to save all of us. No one deserves to die, to despair, to be suppressed, and to be despised. On top of that, they were my friends. We might've had our flaws and scars and have been twisted up and distorted. We might've been nobodies. But we were alive. - Seokjin – 2 May Year 22 HYYH; THE NOTES
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mizugucci · 25 days
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I DON'T WANNA BE A MONSTER
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aeirithgainsborough · 8 months
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YELLOWJACKETS WEEK DAY 5 ➙ colours/symbolism/parallels 101. Pilot ➙ 110. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi ➙ 202. Edible Complex
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waldau · 5 months
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forever — jeon wonwoo | 855 words | fluff
another drunk!wonwoo fic because he's adorable.
gender neutral reader. warnings: wonwoo is under the influence of alcohol.
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"wonwoo," you say, stretching your boyfriend's name out. "i have two left feet."
wonwoo's currently looking at you like the only thing he wants in the world is for you to dance with him.
"it's okay, baby, you're with me," he says, the soft grin on his face far too happy for a ballroom waltz, or whatever slow type of dancing he expects you to do. you wonder how many flutes of champagne he managed to down without you seeing. you also wonder which one of his friends you're going to have to kill.
"wonwoo," you try again. it's not that you don't like dancing; it's just that you're average at it. and compared to wonwoo? you'd much rather just watch him dance.
the pout you get in return completely breaks whatever's left of your will. so what if you can't dance? doesn't your boyfriend let you style his hair however you want when he's done showering? doesn't he listen to you talk about your favourite shows even if he has work that needs to be done? doesn't he make time to go to the cat cafe with you once a month so you can semi-fulfill your dream of owning a cat? there's no reason to deny him this, especially when it's something as harmless as a dance.
you let wonwoo lead you out to a space on the floor which is thankfully not the centre of the room. wonwoo clasps his hand at your waist, the other gripping your hand. you rest a hand on his shoulder and twine your fingers together. he must be really smashed if he's the one who wants to dance with you in the middle of a crowd.
the music is a piece you don't know the name of, but it does sound familiar. you think you've heard woozi play it when you hung out with the boys a long time back. you let it guide you, somehow managing not to trip on your feet or stomp on wonwoo's toes or bump into any of the other couples.
but you realize wonwoo's passion for dancing has evaporated rather quickly when you're left with a tired boyfriend in your arms, resting his head against yours and swaying to the music more than actually dancing. now this is something you can get behind. you loop your arms around his waist and lean up to kiss his jaw.
"i love you," wonwoo says, apropos of nothing.
"i love you too, baby," you say. wonwoo lifts his head from yours to look you in the eyes, and you marvel, not for the first time, how lovely they look under those glasses he always wears. you're engaged in a staring competition, almost, when a loud whoop from the middle of the floor startles you.
minghao and his now-spouse have just finished dancing, and vernon has taken the chance to pop open the cork of a large bottle of champagne rather magnificently.
wonwoo is sleepy. you can somewhat feel his tiredness, so you grip him a bit tighter to make sure he doesn't fall.
"don't you think we should go congratulate them? once more?"
"mm," wonwoo murmurs. "just— just a minute."
"of course."
you can almost see the jigsaw pieces fitting together in wonwoo's alcohol dulled brain as he tries to say something, so you straighten his suit and adjust his glasses as he takes his time.
"one day," he says, so softly that you have to strain to hear his voice, "we're going to be them. i'm going to marry you. we'll move to an even bigger place, get a cat, and live every day of our lives together."
you don't say anything, but that's because you're unable to. it's not that wonwoo's not vulnerable with you — he very much is, just on quieter days. it's the fact that he always seeks you out when he's at his most vulnerable, especially now, when he's drunk. his love for you is written so plainly on his face and in those wonderful eyes of his that no words will suffice to convey just how much you love him.
"what," wonwoo asks when you haven't said anything for a while. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. "i want to. don't you?"
you hate the uncertainty in his voice. "of course i do, baby," you say, finding yours. "i want to marry you, too."
"good. so..." wonwoo lets out a little giggle that melts your heart. "we're engaged now?"
you look around at your friends and the many strangers gathered here tonight, all oblivious to what is going to change in your life. they probably think you need to get a room given the fact that it's minghao's wedding, not yours. but it will be yours one day.
the thought makes you smile. "i guess. i mean, yes. yes, we are."
"obviously, i'm going to propose to you with a ring and a proper everything and the best night ever, but for now..."
"this is enough," you complete, pressing a last kiss to wonwoo's lips before you'll be unable to stop kissing him. "more than enough."
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gelphiegifs · 6 months
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Glinda will see Elphaba's hand and be like "is anyone going to hold that?" and then not wait for an answer.
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gearbit · 6 months
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Revolutionary Girl Utena 26 - Miki's Nest Box (The Sunlit Garden Arranged)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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Advanced Hall Monitor Technique: Go To Detention
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cerealmonster15 · 2 months
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[TWST BOOK 7-111 SPOILER kind of]
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what did he mean by that.
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Boys Be Brave! Episode 3
for @lurkingshan💜
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earlgodwin · 8 months
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CESARE BORGIA + dragging his brother around "You have a priest for a brother?."
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