#Cry me a river.
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Man. I'm too old for ship fighting/discourse. I ain't 16 anymore, dunno how these ppl manage to remain so stagnated mentally cause you'd expect they'd outgrow this kinda thing.
#Being witness to the kind of behaviour I've seen is crazy. Imagine spending 18+ hours of your time spamming on Twitter ppl to complain about#A mini series of comics that haven't even been published yet just because you can't stand the thought of two characters interacting togethe#And disguising it by screaming 'sexism' 'objectification' and what not#Y'all are deeply troubled people who've been Literally harassing a published writer to the point he had to write#A tweet about how ppl who hate comics they haven't read won't remember it but that those who did and loved it will.#This fandom is overpopulated by adults acting like toddlers shitting and pissing their pants over not being pandered to 24/7#Cry me a river.#Vent#Rant#X Men#X Men savage lands#She loved Erik. She made love to him. She had his child in multiple timelines. She loved multiple men in her life and it was beautiful.#I hope the knowledge that she isn't just a sacrificial virgin on the altar of Your sexism makes you throw up and have nightmares.#Rogue#anna marie darkholme#Anna Marie x men#Ship discourse
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"youre bullying us for wanting to play hogwarts legacy!"
you are literally giving money to someone who wants me dead. genuinely i think bullying is the kindest thing i can do right now.
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i would also destroy the world if i fumbled ford
#sock art#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanford pines#ford pines#billford#wa wa wa cry me a river triangle boy
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“𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.”
-ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤, ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠.
#the discord homies got me rereading cr#and im gonna cry#crimson rivers regulus my beloved#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#crimson rivers#bizarrestars#illustration#art#my art#marauders#marauders fanart
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JUNGKOOK + daisies 🌼 for @cordiallyfuturedwight 🤍
+bonus (after a 9 hours and 45 minutes flight):
#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jeongguk#jungkookedit#bts#btsedit#btsgif#gif#maknaelinegifs#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#tuserandi#useremmeline#usermaggie#dailybts#DAISY!!!!!!!! HE IS HOLDING US 😭😭😭😭😭😭✨🌼🤍🌼🤍🌼#i was already emotional these days and you more than anyone knows that and then... THIS HAPPENED#so ofc i've cried rivers...... i'm crying right now........#such a special moment to me :(((#can't believe i was saved by jeongguk holding a bouquet of my favorite flower... i-#i love you my daisy!!! you smell lovely (i always knew that 😌) 🤍#(had to hold myself to not put NOSE IS NOSING on the subs)
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The Piña Colada song carves a trajectory across the chart over the course of the song.
Love Songs [Explained]
Transcript Under the Cut
[Y-axis label:] Do you like me? [X-axis label:] Do I like you? [X- and Y-axis values (from bottom left):] NO!!; No; Unclear or Neutral; Yes; YES!!
[Top left quarter:] No Scrubs That Don't Impress Me Much Cry Me a River We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together
[Middle left:] You're So Vain
[Bottom left quarter:] I Will Survive
Somebody That I Used To Know
You Oughta Know
[Center:] Thank U, Next
[Top right quarter:] Teenage Deam Shape of You I Will Always Love You Call Me Maybe
[Middle right:] Killing Me Softly
[Bottom right quarter:] Girlfriend You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' You Belong With Me Creep
#xkcd#xkcd 2870#love songs#webcomics#pop music#escape (the piña colada song)#rupert holmes#araiana grande#thank u next#taylor swift#we are never ever ever getting back together#you belong with me#i will survive#gloria gaynor#you oughta know#alanis morissette#justin timberlake#cry me a river#no scrubs#tlc#call me maybe#carly rae jepsen#girlfriend#avril lavigne#creep#radiohead#you've lost that lovin' feelin'#the righteous brothers#shape of you#ed sheeran
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truly, one must feel for these tumblr users, unjustly accused of puritanism merely for their willingness to weaponize disgust against the sexually deviant
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The heart of the city is on fire 🎵
Got to draw them…they are forever my love and pain 😭
I was planned to turn on the bat signal on the back, but hum…I’ll just put it here, Maybe the colored one is better* idk, My brain is kindda dead right now
#Gotham Justice Triumvirate#James Gordon#Batman#Harvey Dent#fan art#dc#illustration#Ariel Rothbart#so much feelings!!!!#the bright light they saw in Harvey’s eyes…#cry me a river
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THERE ARE PEOPLE??? WHO THINK??? THIS ENDING WAS GOOD???
you LOOK me in the eye and want to tell me all suicidal characters DYING is good??? story telling???
FUCK you with your "but jinx survived" BULLSHIT. what they showed was her jumping to sacrifice herself, THE SUICIDAL CHARACTER. nothing can make that better ever.
FUCK.THIS dont get close to me if you think this was good in any way shape or form.
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someone (not me, please i can't - i have no time) write a fic where tom kisses harry, and harry's just like, "whoa - this bromance has taken an unexpected turn? hmm... it's probably normal." and he simply goes around doing very obvious couple/in-a-relationship-oriented things with tom while his mental monologue is just:
tom, takes harry out on dates: harry: what good bros we are - doing things that heal our inner children! tom, holds harry's hand: harry: mmhm. best bros maintain skinship, yep. tom, kisses harry often and senseless: harry: uhhh? great bros aren't afraid to show physical affection out of misplaced fear of being seen as emasculated? ...yeah!
tom knows what's happening and gets more and more absurd just to see how harry explains away other things he does while also totally taking advantage of him (of course)
#tomarry#tomarrymort#harrymort#someone take the post button away from me#please take it away#giving myself a little chuckle to get through the day#“denial is river in egypt” ron says sagely#while hermione holds her head in her hands and thinks about crying herself one
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Cry Me A River (19+)
#cry me a river manhwa#lezhin#bl manhwa#yaoi manhwa#yaoi#yaoi bl#bl recommendation#yaoi recommendation#yaoi love#yaoi hard#yaoi smut#yaoiverse#yaoihard#yaoicore#yaoi manga#manga yaoi#bl manga#gay manhwa#fujoshi#fudanshi#shounen ai#bl couple#gay manga#bl comic#yaoi comic#yaoi couple#boys love manhwa#bl love#viewer discretion advised
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trying to read harrow the ninth after spending the whole first book in the head of a jock who actively tuned out exposition and made "that's what she said" jokes
#a quarter of the way in and so far have recieved no answers only question#took me way longer than it should have to read the river scene because i was so fucking confused#having fun though!!! if yelling incoherently and crying about how much i miss gideon counts as fun#tlt#the locked tomb#harrow the ninth#gideon the ninth#harrow nonagesimus#gideon nav#bookblr#words on pages
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(Ahem, 2 minutes future Sunny speaking) context is, simply put, Dream momentarily forgot about everything that went wrong. But, he doesn't have to dwell into that anymore, not when the (literally pointless)war is over.
Headcanon time lessgo!! Dream never got into any hobbies because of his job as a guardian but there is one thing he knows how to do and that's making flower crowns :3 and since it's connected to childhood memories he tends to forget how cruel the world is. Luckily though, war is over ;3 so he can finally rest!!.... At least in this timeline.(Sunny, shush, stop, YOU NEED TO STOP YOU F—) and since we're talking about flowers..(we are?) I'm also gonna mention I see Dream as a big flower nerd :3(stop doing that face) and it's even more fun out in the multiverse 'cause god are there so many flowers!! He also likes to see what kind of absurd flowers he can make fit together :3(Sunny, what did I just say)
Also, let me introduce y'all to my "crying you a river" style! Created by my literal tears :3(....) I suffer from life crisis whenever art styles and this one is just a silly and simple funker. I'm gonna lend this art style to... Dreamtale Sunny! Yeah, he exists apparently... I usually make or have OCs that I use to represent different styles- which is one way to hide who I am ig...
Anyways— @cakesmelons I'm picking the star Sanses because this was already being made(here u go bessie) TwT I just— I need to break my hands wait I meant
....anyways. I have to give credits to Roxy(creator of Slash) because my thoughts while I came up with this was inspired by that one comic where Dream literally forgot his brother was dead :3(Sunny I hope you die)(...please don't—)
#boy do I love rambling#utmv#sans au#Undertale au#UwU#dream sans#nightmare sans#Dreamtale#cry me a river is a dope song btw#...these tags are gonna be the end of me....
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Brave little 13 y.o. Alma, saying "Save everyone else and help me last!" when she came out from under the rubble it broke my heart to see her and her precious ribbon
please watch her video till the end, she's only 1 out of thousands of children
CEASE FIRE PERMANENTLY NOW
#palestine#ceasefire#palestine will be free#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#i couldn't get her out of my head#her tears fresh on her cheeks.. you can see it even cleared bc of the rubble dust on her face#she's literally just a kid#every video have been making me cry my eyes out#please pray for palestine
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The Name That Broke Us (Confrontation)
"To Ashes And Blood" - WOODKID
FREE PALESTINE
Vi x Fem Reader
Rating: 17+
Tags: Angst, mention of caitvi, caitlyn is still in love with vi :(, both sides are right in their own way, vi is confused and scared, y/n is also scared and confused,
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The chill of the night air hit you like a slap, but it was nothing compared to the ache spreading through your chest. Each step away from the apartment felt heavier than the last, but you forced yourself to keep walking. The streets of the Undercity were quieter than usual, a rare reprieve from the usual chaos. Yet, the silence only amplified the storm in your mind.
You tried to ground yourself, focusing on the sound of your boots against the cracked pavement, the faint hum of distant machinery, the muffled voices of those hidden in the shadows. But no matter what you did, her voice echoed in your head.
“Caitlyn.”
You clenched your fists, trying to banish the name. It wasn’t fair—not to you, not to her, not even to Caitlyn, whoever she really was to Vi. You knew the stories, of course. The Enforcer from Piltover. The one who had fought beside Vi, the one who had pulled her out of some of the darkest moments of her life.
You couldn’t compete with a history like that.
Your steps faltered, and you found yourself leaning against a grimy wall in a darkened alley. You pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes, willing yourself not to cry. You had been strong in front of Vi; you didn’t want to crumble now. But the weight of everything was suffocating.
She had been your anchor in the chaos of the Undercity, the one person who made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could find a little light in the darkness. But tonight had shattered that illusion.
You exhaled shakily and pushed yourself upright. Standing still wouldn’t help. You needed to move, to do something, anything to keep from spiraling further.
So, you walked.
The Undercity had always been a maze, but tonight it felt even more tangled, like the streets were trying to swallow you whole. You weren’t sure where you were going, but eventually, you ended up at an old bar tucked away from the main drag. It was a place you’d been to a handful of times before, usually when you needed to escape for a while.
The dim lighting and the low murmur of conversations were a welcome contrast to the turmoil in your mind. You slid onto a stool at the bar, nodding to the bartender.
“Something strong,” you muttered.
The bartender, a grizzled man with a kind face, didn’t ask questions. He slid a glass of amber liquid toward you, and you downed it in one go, savoring the burn.
“Rough night?” he asked after a moment, his tone casual but sympathetic.
“You could say that,” you replied, your voice hoarse.
He didn’t press further, moving off to tend to another customer. You appreciated the space.
As you nursed your second drink, the door to the bar creaked open, and you froze. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
“Y/N.”
Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You kept your eyes on your drink, refusing to acknowledge her.
Vi moved closer, stopping a few feet away. You could feel her presence, her energy, like a static charge in the air.
“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now,” she began, her voice low and filled with regret. “But I couldn’t just let you walk away like that.”
You let out a bitter laugh, finally turning to look at her. Her face was drawn, her eyes rimmed with red, and there was a vulnerability in her expression that you rarely saw.
“Why?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended. “So you could apologize again? Try to convince me that Caitlyn doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“She does mean something to me,” Vi admitted, and your heart sank. “But it’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?” you demanded, standing to face her. The other patrons in the bar glanced your way, but you didn’t care. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure as hell feels like you’re still in love with her.”
“I’m not,” she said quickly, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “But she’s… she’s a part of my past that I can’t just erase. Caitlyn saved me in ways I can’t even explain. She believed in me when no one else did.”
“And what about me?” you asked, your voice cracking. “I’ve been here, Vi. I’ve fought for you, stood by you, loved you. Does that not matter?”
“It does,” she said, stepping closer. Her voice softened, and she reached for your hand, but you pulled away. “Y/N, it matters more than you know. But I can’t change the fact that I’m still figuring this out. I’m still figuring me out.”
Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to scream, to yell at her for being so unsure, for dragging you into her mess. But deep down, you knew she wasn’t trying to hurt you.
“I can’t keep being your second choice,” you said quietly.
“You’re not,” she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. “You’re not my second choice, Y/N. You’re the one I want to be with. But I need to make peace with my past before I can give you everything you deserve.”
You stared at her, searching her eyes for some semblance of truth. And you found it. But truth wasn’t enough.
“I need time,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Vi’s shoulders slumped, but she nodded. “I’ll give you whatever you need. Just… don’t shut me out completely, okay?”
You didn’t respond, turning away and walking toward the door.
The night air hit you again, colder than before, but this time, it felt a little less suffocating. You weren’t sure what the future held, but for now, you were taking things one step at a time.
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The Undercity streets stretched endlessly ahead as you walked, each step a blend of clarity and confusion. The conversation with Vi replayed in your mind like a broken record, her words mingling with your own until you weren’t sure which stung more: the truth she’d spoken or the doubts it left behind.
You didn’t head back to your apartment. The thought of sitting in that small, suffocating space filled with memories of Vi felt unbearable. Instead, you wandered aimlessly, letting the dim glow of neon signs and the distant hum of machinery guide your path.
Eventually, you found yourself on a quiet overlook, a spot you’d discovered years ago when you first moved to the Undercity. From here, you could see the faint glimmer of Piltover far above, its pristine towers a stark contrast to the grime and chaos below. You hated how beautiful it looked, how untouchable.
You sat on the edge of the overlook, letting your legs dangle over the side. The cool metal beneath you was comforting, grounding in a way that your thoughts weren’t.
For a long time, you stayed there, the world around you fading into background noise. You tried to piece together what you were feeling—anger, heartbreak, betrayal—but none of it settled into something coherent. All you knew was that Vi’s words had left a hole in your chest that no amount of reasoning could fill.
“Lost in thought?”
The voice startled you, and you turned to see a familiar figure stepping out of the shadows. Sevika. Her imposing frame and sharp eyes were impossible to mistake.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, wiping at your eyes hastily.
Sevika leaned against the railing, her metal arm glinting faintly in the dim light. “Saw you wandering. Figured you might need some company.”
“I’m fine,” you muttered, turning your gaze back to the horizon.
“Sure you are,” Sevika said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “That’s why you’re out here staring at Piltover like you’re planning to blow it up.”
You rolled your eyes. “I just needed to think.”
“Uh-huh,” Sevika said, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Let me guess. Vi?”
You stiffened, and Sevika smirked around the cigarette. “Thought so. What’d she do this time?”
“It’s… complicated,” you admitted, not really in the mood to get into the details.
“Complicated,” Sevika echoed, her tone dry. “That’s one way to describe her. Look, I get it—she’s got that whole ‘fight-for-what’s-right’ charm going for her. But she’s also got a knack for dragging people into her mess.”
“She didn’t drag me into anything,” you snapped, defensive despite yourself.
“Didn’t she?” Sevika raised an eyebrow, her tone calm but pointed. “All I’m saying is, maybe it’s time you start asking yourself if you’re doing all the giving while she’s doing all the taking.”
You wanted to argue, but her words struck a nerve.
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Meanwhile, 24 hours later, there was Vi; who was pacing nervously outside a small, unassuming building in the heart of the Undercity. Her hands fidgeted with the straps of her gloves as she tried to calm the storm in her chest. She knew this meeting was a risk, but she couldn’t move forward until she addressed the past.
The door creaked open, and Caitlyn stepped out, her polished Piltover uniform a stark contrast to the grime around her. Her sharp eyes softened when they met Vi’s, and she folded her arms across her chest.
“This is a surprise,” Caitlyn said, her voice neutral but curious. “What made you want to see me Vi?”
“I need to talk,” Vi said, her voice low. “About… everything.”
Caitlyn tilted her head, studying her. “Everything? That’s vague, even for you.”
Vi sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Look, I’ve been a mess lately, okay? And part of that is because of… us. Or what we were. I just need to know where we stand.”
Caitlyn’s brows furrowed, and she leaned against the doorframe. “Vi, we haven’t been ‘us’ for a long time. I thought we made peace with that.”
“We did,” Vi said quickly. “But I think I’m still holding onto some guilt. Like, I owe you something for everything you did for me back then.”
Caitlyn’s expression softened, and she stepped forward, her hand brushing Vi’s arm. “You don’t owe me anything, Vi. I helped you because I cared, and because it was the right thing to do. But you’ve moved on, haven’t you?”
Vi hesitated, her mind flickering to you. “Yeah. I have. But sometimes, it feels like I’m dragging that part of my life into something new, and it’s not fair to her.”
Caitlyn gave a soft smile. “Then let it go. You don’t need my permission to be happy, Vi. And if she makes you happy, focus on that.”
Vi's hands started trembling slightly as she fidgeted with her fingers. Caitlyn looked at her with a curious but cautious expression, waiting for her to speak.
Vi sighed, rubbing her temple as if she were preparing herself for something difficult. “the other night, when we were… when we were together, I said your name, Caitlyn, During—" She stopped herself, wincing.
Caitlyn blinked, a brief flash of shock crossing her features before she masked it with a tight smile. “I didn’t know you still felt that way about me, Vi.”
“I don’t,” Vi said quickly, shaking her head. “I love Y/N. But the guilt’s been messing with my head. I think part of me—part of me has just never really let go of everything that happened between us.” She paused, looking up at Caitlyn, her eyes searching for understanding. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Caitlyn stared at her for a long moment, her lips pressed together. Finally, she spoke, her tone quieter than before. “You shouldn’t carry that around, Vi. You owe it to yourself and to Y/N to be clear about what’s in your heart. You can’t keep dragging the past into the present.”
Vi nodded, guilt washing over her again. “I know. I’m just afraid of losing her. I’m afraid I’ve already done that.”
Caitlyn’s expression softened, but there was something resigned in her eyes. “If you love them, then fight for them, Vi. But if there’s any part of you still clinging to me, then be honest. With them. With yourself. You can’t be fair to anyone if you’re still holding onto old ghosts.”
Vi swallowed hard, the weight of Caitlyn’s words settling heavy on her chest.
For a moment, Vi felt a weight lifting. She nodded, grateful for Caitlyn’s understanding. “Thanks, Cait. Really.”
Caitlyn’s gaze lingered on her for a second longer, and then she said, almost too softly, “I miss this. Talking to you like this. Being close to you.”
Vi froze, unsure of how to respond. Before she could say anything, Caitlyn leaned in. It happened so fast—her lips brushing against Vi’s, tentative but purposeful.
You turned the corner at that exact moment.
Your heart stopped.
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There they were, standing close, Caitlyn’s hand on Vi’s arm and—no. No. That couldn’t be what it looked like. But it was. Caitlyn kissed Vi, and though you couldn’t see Vi’s expression, the fact that she didn’t pull away immediately was enough to shatter the fragile hope you’d been clinging to.
Your breath hitched, and you stumbled backward, your chest tightening. You didn’t wait to see what happened next. You didn’t want to see Vi’s reaction. Whatever it was, it would hurt too much.
Turning on your heel, you walked away as fast as you could, the ache in your chest growing with every step.
Back at your apartment, you slammed the door behind you, your hands shaking as you tried to catch your breath. Your mind raced with a storm of emotions—anger, heartbreak, betrayal—but above all, a crushing sense of clarity.
This was it. There was no fixing this. Vi had made her choice, even if she didn’t realize it yet. And you refused to be the afterthought, the consolation prize.
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By the time Vi returned to the apartment, her thoughts were still a tangled mess. The kiss with Caitlyn had been a mistake—a fleeting moment of confusion that left her sick with guilt. All she wanted now was to see you, to explain everything and make it right.
“Y/N?” she called out as she opened the door. The apartment was eerily quiet, and her heart sank.
She found you in the bedroom, your bag open on the bed, half-filled with clothes and essentials. Your back was to her, but your movements were hurried and frantic, as if you were racing against your own emotions.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Vi asked, stepping into the room.
You froze for a moment before turning to face her, your expression a mix of heartbreak and determination. “What does it look like?”
Vi’s eyes widened. “You’re leaving? Why? What happened?”
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Why don’t you tell me, Vi? Or should I ask Caitlyn?”
Her confusion was replaced by realization, her face paling. “You… you saw?”
“Yeah,” you said, your voice trembling with anger and pain. “I saw. I saw her kiss you. And I saw you not pulling away.”
Vi stepped closer, panic evident in her eyes. “It wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t kiss her back. I didn’t want—”
You held up a hand, cutting her off. “I don’t care what you wanted, Vi. What matters is that it happened. And that’s not something I can just ignore.”
She reached out to you, but you stepped back, the distance between you feeling insurmountable.
“Y/N, please,” Vi pleaded. “You have to believe me. I love you. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Then why did you?” you asked, your voice breaking despite your best efforts to stay composed. “Why do you keep dragging me into this mess with Caitlyn? I’ve tried so hard to be enough for you, but I’m done trying. I deserve better than this.”
Vi’s shoulders slumped, and she looked at you with an expression that might’ve broken your resolve if you weren’t already so hurt.
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” she said softly.
“Maybe not,” you replied, your voice steady now. “But it did. And I’m not going to stand here and wait for the next time you ‘didn’t mean’ to hurt me.”
You zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Vi looked like she wanted to say more, but you didn’t give her the chance.
“I’m done, Vi,” you said, your tone final. “Figure out what you want. But don’t come looking for me until you do.”
With that, you walked past her and out the door, leaving behind the memories and the love that had once felt unshakable. For the first time in what felt like forever, you were putting yourself first. And though it hurt, you knew it was the right thing to do.
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Author's Notes: I absolutely loved writing this.
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#vi x reader#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#angst#this makes me want to cry#free palestine#free gaza#free palestine 🇵🇸#from the river to the sea 🇵🇸
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BSD Wan is crazy because it's all fun and games and then out of nowhere they hit you with this
The fireworks festival happened at night. And the ED takes place during sunrise (or sunset) until evening, which means it's the next day. This implies that atsushi was sitting there for an entire day. Atsushi is incredibly saddened by losing people he cares about, and he knows that Dazai's suicidal tendencies is not something he can protect him from, unlike other threats. And no one knows how he feels because he probably doesn't want to burden them with it so he keeps his distance until he can compose himself enough to keep going.
#this ED made me cry when i first watched it#him looking out at the river probably thinking abt how he first met dazai#except this time dazai doesnt show up#i just wanna give him a hug#bsd#bungou stray dogs#my post#bsd wan#atsushi nakajima#bsd atsushi#dazai osamu#bsd dazai
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