#I BAWLED MY EYES OUT

[keirom]

ouhh they tugged my heartstrings like no other,,,

[finisnihil]

Genshin dropping Madame Ping's lore in an event was absolutely vile like how dare they just give us the most heart-wrenchingly tragic sapphic rivalry. An inventor and an artist constantly arguing and Xianyun dragging Zhongli into it to mediate. They soon grow closer and one day Guizhong dies so suddenly and horrifically it makes Madame Ping rethink her ideas of immortality and death and descend to the human realm.

All she carries with her is a bell, made by Guizhong, a bell she previously viewed as unable to depict the soul in the way human-made music could. But it's not that anymore. In the way Madame Ping depicts the soul through music, Guizhong depicted it through creation. That bell carried Guizhong's soul, a soul she entwined with Madame Pings. That's why Zhongli gave it back to her when Madame Ping left for the mortal world.

When Zhongli requests the bell for his funeral, it carries so much more weight. He isn't just requesting a ceremonial bell, he's requesting Guizhong's soul and love, he's requesting a mourner who departed far earlier than him. He's also requesting a blessing from Madame Ping, to live as a human.

Madame Ping takes the appearance of an elderly woman, somebody who is weary and full of wisdom. She has lived lifetimes and she shows it in her form. She mentors young creators around her, Xiangling, Yanfei, Yaoyao and the like. She gives the Traveler a teapot, so they have a place to call home for a little while. She cares for the glaze lillies, because they are the scattered notes of the torn sheet music that's Guizhong's love for humanity. She doesn't play music anymore, because the only one who could hope to understand her tune, the one attuned to her soul, is gone.

Her last song was to mourn Guizhong because grief is love with nowhere to go. She put it in music created with callused hands, like Guizhong's making of the bell. She played for a lantern, a love, a ghost.

She played for Guizhong.

[letthefairyinyoufly]

[gaiussleechtank]

I just thought of this theory so now I’m going to inflict it on all of you because I am no longer well after thinking this:

Magic existed in Albion long before Merlin and Arthur, et cetera, did. And based on canon - the books, the tales, even the geography and beings - magic used to be massive in Albion. A huge part of life and nature and living. Then Arthur is born and Ygraine dies and the Purge begins. Magic is killed off, reduced and nearly wiped out; thousands of species go extinct, entire cultures are burnt, and hundreds of millennia of knowledge are erased. So as a last resort to save itself, Merlin is born.

Merlin - Emrys - Magic Itself/Incarnate.

All of this desperate power is out there and channelled into one single being. Think of it, all the land's magic rushing into a single entity and given life, evolved from having existence in everything to truly living and experiencing a concentrated point. Maybe this is why Merlin has such a deep connection with everything, because he has existed before as something so much greater than the human mind.

I think this is why he is Emrys, why Emrys is immortal, you can't kill Magic, Albion's world doesn't work that way. There is the balance of life to maintain.

This is where Arthur and the Prophecy of the Once and Future King come in: Merlin and Arthur are greatly connected. It's Arthur's birth that forces Merlin into creation and it's together that they are meant to bring greatness to the land.

Except they don't, Albion's 'Golden Era' doesn't come. Arthur dies and Merlin continues living because Magic cannot die. Centuries pass, Merlin is missing his other half and Magic continues to disappear because Merlin and Arthur didn't save it.

So there is a build up, Magic keeps going to Merlin to protect itself, Albion ages and falls and is rebuilt over and over again into something new with each passing century. As time progresses Magic turns to its greatest source - the undying force of magic, the greatest concentration of it given life - and because of this the land slowly forgets that it even had magic to begin with.

This is what forces Albion's Greatest Need. The balance cannot handle this, the land cannot handle this and so Arthur returns to save it all.

He is Merlin's other half - their destinies are literally written and entwined with one another.

They would figure out that Magic had disappeared from the land and that it was why Arthur was back, but it would be Merlin to realise where Magic had gone to and what it would take for it to be brought back.

Merlin would have to die for Albion to be saved. His life would have to end and return to its previous state of unconscious sentient existence.

But how can someone that cannot die stop living?

It's easy really: have their other half of their soul - the one that they were born for, who they live for and exist for - kill their physical body with an immortal blade.

Only Arthur wielding the Excalibur would work. After all, Arthur was the reason that Merlin was born, so who's to say that Arthur's not the reason Merlin dies?

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

JUST PLAYED OXENFREE ON NETFLIX WTF. I WENT THROUGH THE SEVEN STAGES OF GRIEF AND I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS GAME IS. OMFG NETFLIX STOP BEING A STREAMING SERVICE AND GO BE A GAMING COMPANY THAT SUPPORTS INDIE GAMES LIKE THIS CAUSE WTF WAS THAT. I LITERALLY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY.

[lanae111]

I’m grieving right now.

And I think every fan is as well.

[were-my-demons-hide]

Finishing the lord of the rings cracked something inside of me. I cried so much. They all changed so much because of their journey. I want Bilbo with Thorin, Frodo with Sam and not this intense feeling of farewell. I can't bare it.

[sadpotatoreads]

end of an era.

[mikasenpaidesu]

all i know is pain

[sharpvst]

[honeymoonnss]

(Please my odypen + jjba fans hear me out)

In a world where Jonathan defeats Dio in the mysterious castle, and returns back to home to his beloved Erina, scared that she might turn away from him after hearing all the horrible things he had done (aka murdering his own "brother")

Inspired mainly by the Epic musical, specifically the song "Would you fall inlove with me again."

The thuds of his footsteps were heavy and loud on the cold floor of the palace he had built himself.

The cries of his baby that used to echo down the large corridors a few years ago were no longer heard, for the young George has blown his candles a while ago. Normally, he should be 10 by now.

The man stopped infront of the door he had long dreamt of opening again. A sharp knock to annonce his arrival, his hand was on the door, eager to opened it, yet his mind restrained him.

"Erina." He called her name, the one he always loved called, yet for some reason seemed to be so foreign to his tongue.

The anticipation grew from within him, bigger and bigger, suffocated him, almost making it harder to breath. His heart felt shaken by the overflowing of his own emotions that hit the shores of his thoughts and mind, like a strong wave that hits the rocks, threatening to shake them.

There she was, sitting on her bed- their bed.

Blond hair cascade down her shoulders, the tip of her nose lightly pink once more. And those lips...

Her hands on her lap, oh how he had long to touch those, to feel the softness and warmth they brought to his cold and unsettling world.

And those eyes, the only glimmer of hope that enlightened his dark path, the ones that guided him through his journey back home.

On his lonely nights he'd pray to the gods above, his eyes looking up to the great sky, but those stars could never compare to her mesmerizing eyes that granted him all he ever wished for and more.

But that was now long gone, he thought. His body ached to step closer, to held her as tight as he can, to inhale her scent like the air he desperately need to breath, to feel her delicate frame in his arms and chest, her heart beating in unison with his, creating their own symphony. Yet, his mind stopped him from acting upon that.

She was more delicate than any red rose Dio had in his damnable castle, she shined more than any dime in his eyes. So it was only fair that she deserves a kind, gentle, sweet and caring man, the old Jonathan who never once inflicted any harm onto any soul.

He wans't worth her warmth, his mind kept shouting at him, not after the things he had done. Not like this. How dare he even show up at her chambers like this?

"..Jonathan..?" The young woman stood up, her knees suddenly started to feel weak, her palms most and sweaty. Her breath shallow.

Her eyes glistening, like ocean under the sunlight. Her sun came back, brushing away the cloudy and rainy days she had been trapped in.

"Is it truly you my love?" She asked, her voice caught down her throat, her eyes never wavering away from the man who stood tall before her.

"Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more?"

Her feet guided her to him almost automatically, she was now only a few inches away from him. Her hands went up his face, tracing down his cheek ever so gently, yet there was a sens of hurry in her touch, like a desperate need of confirmation.

"You look different.."

His breathing stopped, his eyes analyzed her grimaces, following her eyes that trailed down his face, trying to detect any sens of disgust or dissaproval from the face that plagued his mind and nights. Right now his only wish is for her approval.

"Your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, and your smile..

..Torn."

Sadness dripped from her angelic voice, Jonathan couldn't bare burdening her little heart for so long, the worry in her face was so clear. He felt so undeserving of her concern. He was a monster after all. "Is it really you my love?" She asked once more, her eyes met his once more, trying to find an answer in them.

Jonathan sigh, stepping back agaist his will, separating himself from her touch. His head down, not daring to look at her and perhaps upset her.

"I am not the man you fell in love with." He finally spoke, "I am not the man you once adored."

"I am not the kind and gentle husband," He said, in the most kind and gentle manner in her eyes. "I am not the love you knew before.."

"Erina, would you fall inlove with me again if you knew.. All I've done? The things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same?" He asked, trying all his might to maintain his composure, a task that seemed harder and harder now that he had her infront of him.

"I know you have been waiting for love."

Erina stayed silence, assimilating his words. She could feel his pain, as if it were hers.

Hesitant, she asked "..What kind of things did you do?"

Shame crawled down his skin the moment she spoke those words. It was eating him alive. The vile images of him taking down Dio's minions one by one playing in his head, the sound of their dirty blood splashing on his face and clothes as he made his way down the dark castle that he had made into a graveyard, his footsteps leaving trails of blood behind him, and the weight of the deaths on his shoulders.

But he couldn't bring himself to lie to her. No, never.

A true gentlemen would face the concequences of his actions, no matter the cost. A true gentlemen wouldn't hide his true nature to such a delicate and caring woman that deserved the world and so much more.

He needed to tell her. Tell her everything, so that she'll run away from him and find someone who never cause any harm. Someone that isn't a monster like he thought he was.

"Left a trail of red on every corner." He spoke, "As I traded friends like objects I could use.."

With the hamon skills Zeppeli taught him, he had turned down every obstacles that stood on his way. Even if it meant leaving behind the ones he loves, and the ones that stood on his side. Shame and disgust haunted his mind at the mere thought of having to show his face alone. The day he had left to defeat Dio, Zeppeli and the three gods were alongside him. Yet right now, only him alone stood infront of her.

"I hurt more lives that I could ever count on my hands, I- But all of that, was to bring me back to you! "

"So tell me, would you fall inlove with me again if you ever knew all I have done? The things I can't indo! I am not the man you knew! I know that you've being waiting, waiting-!"

"If that is true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor, that could bring me some peace.."

"See that wedding bed, could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders? And take it far away from here!"

His blood ran cold, his palms most and sweaty. Her words awoke something that layed in deep sleep within him.

"How could you say this..?" he faintly whispered, an unusual frustration filled him.

He stepped back, his gaze drifted away from her mesmerizing ocean eyes. His heart wanted to protest with anger, but he couldn't help but walk to the said cold bed that missed him just as much as she did.

"I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat.." He said, kneeling infront of the furniture, "..Carved it into the olive tree where we first met!"

His fingertips running along the lines of the old wood, remembering how he had carved their names in a heart. Back then, his only worry in the world was to make her smile.

"A symbole of our love ever-lasting. Do you realize what you have asked me?"

He stood up again, stepping closer to the beautiful siren that torn his heart in pieces by this simple request. Even so, he was willing to comply and do as she wishes, no matter how hurtful and cruel it might feel, or how impossible it even was to lift an old tree from his roots.

"The only way to move it, is to cut it from it's roots!"

Silence filled the room, their room.

She took a deep breath, unable to hide her smile, as she turned back to him, her eyes struggling to keep the tears that started to form on the corner of her eyes from running down her pink cheeks.

"Only My Jojo knew this. So I guess that makes it you,"

Erina's hands traveled down his broad chest, her watery eyes never leaving his face as she confessed, her knees weak like the first time she had done this as a young girl.

"I will fall inlove with you. Over and over again, no matter how, where or even when. No matter how long it's been, you are mine."

"Erina..-" He wanted to protest, saying that he was no good for her, that he killed his own (evil) brother, along with millions of others. That he had selfishly left Zeppeli, Staizo, Dire and Tonpetty behind while trying to survive from the wrath of the cruel vampire..

"Do not tell me you're not the same person! You're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting, for you, Jojo."

[b-sabro-d]

chloe "don't you forget about me" price and

max "im sorry" caulfield

[ninacarstairss]

the squeak that came from my mouth when benedict kissed colin on the head was absolutely not human. i love my bridgerton boys

[drumphiga-blog]

Thinking about this page so much that it hurts

[death-by-lavender]

did anyone else cry hysterically during the last episode of tua???? I AM INCONSOLABLE RN BRO. my partner had to witness such an insane amount of ugly crying. THE BTS PICTURES DURING THE CREDITS???? BWAAAAAHHHHHHHH

[divinequo]

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