#I MADE MYSELF CRY

[darth-jess]

Just thinking about the horribly heartbreaking symbolism of Padmé going to her grave with the Japor snippet laced in her fingers.

The Japor snippet was her reminder of who Anakin always was, of a boy who had nothing and still risked his life to help others, without thought of reward.

– Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover

This necklace was a symbol of Anakin. It signified who he was as a person, of his selflessness, of his light, of his love. (See –> "You'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine")

And her carrying it to her grave is both a symbol of her unshakable faith in him, and a metaphor: that the last piece of Anakin Skywalker is following his wife to her grave.

That Anakin Skywalker is dead.

Vader is all that's left.

(…at least, for now.)

[serial-designation-dz]

Spiritdrones - Page 3 Denial

The angst is strong with this one. Transcript, like always, is under the cut.

Also if you're wondering, N's text color shifts so it'll be more visible against certain colors.

Uzi: So... are we on a train? N: Yep! Here are where the rooms are!

Uzi: So which one is mine..? N: Just pick the one that feels right. And don't worry about the size. They're bigger on the inside. Uzi: Okay..?

Uzi: ...This one.

N: Okay! Do you need any help? Or do you want to be left alone? I understand this is... a lot to take in. Uzi: Um... can I be alone, please?

N: Okay! You just get comfy. Knock on the door with the yellow roses if you need me.

Uzi: ... Uzi: Maybe this is all a bad dream... Uzi: Yeah... this is just a bad dream. That's all... Uzi: I'll wake up at home... with mom and dad... Uzi: ... Uzi: *sniff* *hic*

[nootshell]

HIGH NOON AT JULY

[iseathegalaxy]

listen, Nicholas wasn't afraid of Rio, a supposedly strange woman with a torch coming up to them in the middle of the night while they're asleep that tells him to come with her, so...

Rio has been doing that forever, coming up to them at night to walk with Nicholas, they will stroll around and talk about their days for a few minutes and then she'll walk him back to Agatha, and she always, always reminds him to kiss her goodbye before their walk

all of this so that, when she finally came to get him for the very last time, he wouldn't be afraid, he'd be calm and unaware and his passing would go even unnoticed to him, to spare him of the pain of his own death and of never seeing his mum again

[sweeneydino]

The loveliest lies of all.

DO NOT LISTEN TO LIZZ ROBINETTS COVER OF OVER THE GARDEN WALL’S INTO THE UNKNOWN WHILE READING OVER THE RAINBOW BY @vanillavengeance

Its a trap

I am feral about the new update, read the fic here vvv

[xihe1874]

All right. So I rewatched Top Gun: Maverick yesterday and I had some quite angsty realisation that I have to share with all of you. You are welcome.

You remember in TG:M, how Mav tended to speak to himself when flying? Little pep talk such as "Come on Mav", "Let's try not to get fired at the very first day Maverick", "You've got this Mav"?

Well, if memory serves me right, he didn't do that in the first movie.

Why's that?

My take on this is: The person(s) used to exchange the talk, the encouragement, the quip, the endearment with him, poking fun at each other while watching each other's six, are either dead or dying.

"You've got this".

("You've got this, kid." Duke Mitchell smiled to his son.)

"Let's turn and burn."

("Let's turn and burn, Mav!" Goose shouted excitedly behind him in an F-14.)

"Let's try not to get fired at the first day."

("Let's try not to get fired at the very first day as instructors, huh, Maverick?" Ice shook his head with resigned fondness.)

"Come on!"

("Come on Mav!" Goose swung an arm around his shoulder, his voice warm and kind.)

"You've got this".

("I've got you. I've got you, babe." Ice whispered and tightened the embrace while Maverick clutched his lover to his body.)

So he had to say all of those to himself, to pretend that all of them were still with him, to bring all of them all the way across the ocean, the wind, and the sky.

[somedayillbepeterpan]

I'm pretty sure that this:

Is in the same thought process as this:

The tone and the eyes were the same 😢 the same embarrassment and the pain of feeling pitied and the despair of unrequited love (not knowing that he's going through the same thing).

I'm happy for her confidence in putting herself out there but the sacrifice of letting go of your first love after finally experiencing a kiss from him just breaks my heart. She was truly doing her best to move on.

[astrered]

Luz insisting so much, asking the Titan to please say something to King... Not only because she knows King would love it, but because she would have loved to have that chance with her own dad.

[aesthetictarlos]

No one has ever called Tommy beautiful before. He's been called hot, sexy, attractive, that's for sure, especially by the guys who hit on him in clubs. Someone has even told him he was easy on the eyes or good-looking, and it's not like he didn't have mirrors at his place, but it was always nice hearing those words because he could use a boost of self-esteem here and there, especially in those bad days where he would look at himself in the mirror and saw that chubby young boy who got braces, too many unruly curls, and had to deal with bullies.

People call him cool and competent once they know what he does for a living and that's nice, too, but no one has ever called him beautiful. And it's not like he minds, he hasn't even thought about that until now.

Now that he's laying in bed with his boyfriend, after they made love for the first time (yeah, made love because what he and Evan just did is so, so different from the sex he was used to and he's also a romantic, sue him) and Evan is leaving the imprint of his fingers all over his face. First, Evan traces the outline of his eyebrows, then thumbs at the laugh lines around his eyes and grins softly before his index finger follows the slope of his nose, down to his cupid's bow, murmuring a soft "God, your lips are perfect." Tommy believes him, and sometimes he wishes he could see himself through Evan's adoring eyes. Evan's not done, yet, and his fingers graze every inch of his face, lingering on the cleft on his chin.

"Tommy, you're beautiful," Evan whispers, his impossibly blue eyes filled with so much fondness and affection that Tommy tears up. "So beautiful."

With those few words, Evan fixes something in him that he didn't even know was broken.

[judahlux]

Me:

[moonstainn]

"Odasaku...what should I do?"

[tenthrees]

Ed surrounding himself with reminders of Stede

[brocedesforlife]

We could have had everything in life, but fate has always chosen to be too cruel to us.

[hellfire--cult]

You two were laughing as you ate pizza on Steve’s couch. You are feeding eachother as he kisses you with saucy lips while you giggle like crazy.

The TV is on in the background, the loud noises fade into nothingness as you two keep talking and laughing. There are other noises outside, but you two shut the blinds closed, and locked the doors, because you just needed to be with one another tonight, just you two.

Steve looks at the watch on his wrist and he shoots a smile your way.

“Wanna go to bed?”

And you eagerly get up from the couch, grabbing his hand as you lead the way upstairs towards his room. You two stumble in, wiping the remnants of pizza away, and you both get ready to bed, already too late despite the noises outside. Yelling, cheering, screaming, it was all a mix.

The bed is comfy as you two lay down, looking at one another, smiles still on your faces as the tears start forming in your eyes. The memories just fill your minds as the loud sirens start blasting, wanting to break the moment, but they won’t. It’s just the two of you right now.

The cheering stops, the screaming remains, the red light of the sky shines through the closed blinds, the expired pizza you two ate downstairs because that’s all you could find in an abandoned 7Eleven.

It was the only solution because the upside down filled through the gaps, all around the world, consuming it in monsters and darkness. It was the only solution…

And as the earth burns to the ground…

“I love you Stevie…” Your tears are already falling onto the pillow as the sirens start going into a countdown. He nods as he pulls you close by the waist, pressing a shaky kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too Baby…”

Oh boy it’s you, that I lie with.

You smile up at him as you press a soft kiss on his chin, causing him to chuckle through his wet sob. The screaming is barely audible as the siren becomes louder and louder, the screeching of monsters trying to get into the house so they could escape the sound.

As the atom bomb locks in, oh boy it’s you…

The TV downstairs shows a static transmission of the news, the reporter crying as she counts down the final seconds of the human race, extintion just a moment away.

I watch TV with… As the world…

You two look up as the final long siren goes off and the red light becomes brighter and brighter, the sound of a loud explosion echoing in the distance as it becomes louder as it reaches you two.

And your lips finally meet, smiling in between as the tears mix with your lips, tasting them. It was the perfect last kiss. The perfect moment. The perfect situation. It was perfect, and you spent it with him. For the last time.

As the world caves in.

[maybe-im-dark]

Broken pieces fit together

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The apartment was dark when Logan stepped inside, the only light coming from the flickering TV casting eerie shadows across the room. He kicked off his boots, letting out a tired sigh as he made his way down the hallway, ready to collapse onto the couch and drown out the day’s events with a cold beer. But as he entered the living room, he stopped short, his eyes narrowing at the sight before him.

Wade was curled up on the couch, his body hunched over as if trying to make himself as small as possible. He was hugging himself tightly, his shoulders trembling, and Logan could hear the faint, pained whimpers slipping through his clenched teeth. It was a sound Logan had heard before, a sound that meant Wade was fighting a battle no one else could see.

“Wade?” Logan’s voice was low, careful, as he approached.

Wade didn’t answer, just squeezed his eyes shut tighter, his fingers digging into his own skin. Logan’s heart clenched at the sight. He knew the healing factor kept Wade alive, but it didn’t erase the pain. The tumors were still there, festering under the surface, twisting and burning and aching even as they were kept at bay.

Logan moved closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down beside Wade on the couch. “What’s goin’ on?”

For a moment, Wade didn’t respond, just stayed curled up, breathing through the pain. Logan could see the tension in his jaw, the way his muscles were taut, like he was trying to hold himself together through sheer willpower. And Logan understood that. God, did he understand that.

He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before he gently placed it on Wade’s back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. Wade flinched at the touch, but he didn’t pull away.

Logan continued, his touch firm but gentle, grounding. “It’s alright. I’m here.”

Wade let out a shuddering breath, his body slowly relaxing, just a bit, into Logan’s touch. He still didn’t speak, but that was okay. Logan wasn’t expecting him to. Sometimes, there weren’t any words for this kind of pain.

Logan didn’t say anything more. He just wrapped his arm around Wade, pulling him close, letting Wade’s head rest against his chest. Wade’s breaths were shaky, uneven, and Logan could feel the tremors running through his body, the way his fingers gripped at Logan’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the world.

They sat there, in the darkened room, with the TV flickering quietly in the background. Logan held Wade, his hand moving slowly up and down his back, trying to ease the pain away. He knew it wouldn’t go away completely—he knew that Wade’s body was a battlefield, just like his own.

Because Logan understood. He knew what it was like to live with pain that never really went away, pain that gnawed at you from the inside, even when the outside looked fine. The adamantium in his bones was unbreakable, but it was also a poison, seeping into his blood, wearing him down day by day. Every breath was a fight against the metal in his veins, against the exhaustion that never fully disappeared.

Heavy metal poisoning, they called it. Like it was something that could be treated with a pill or a shot. But Logan knew better. He’d learned to live with the waves of nausea, the confusion that clouded his mind on a bad day, the way his hands would sometimes shake, his muscles cramping up when he pushed himself too hard. He remembered the days when he felt sick and couldn't keep anything down for more than a few minutes, before his body violently forced it out of him, and he found himself on the toilet bowl, clutching a bucket, vomiting and diarrheaing until he felt like passing out. He knew of the way his body was always hot, his metabolism kicked into overdrive, to compensate for the cold metal inside. Of the painful itch in his throat, that no amount of coughing could ease, before it was gone again. The times when he passed out after exhausting himself in a fight, only to wake up again afterwards, feeling the familiar tingling of his healing factor kicking in, mending his wounds, cursing him to live yet another day full of pain. Stryker might be long gone, but he had made sure he kept being tortured without the needs of needles or a water tank. He was used to it by now, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Wade’s pain was different, but it was the same. They were both fighting battles that no one else could see, and sometimes, just knowing that someone else understood was enough.

Wade’s breathing began to even out, the worst of the pain ebbing away, and Logan kept holding him, kept stroking his back, even when the tremors subsided.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice rough.

Wade let out a small, shaky laugh, the sound barely audible. “Yeah. Just… you know. The usual.”

Logan nodded, his chin resting on top of Wade’s head. “Yeah. I know.”

For a moment, they just sat there, holding onto each other, the silence stretching out between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… understanding.

Wade finally shifted, pulling back just enough to look up at Logan. His eyes were red-rimmed, but there was a glint of humor there, too, a spark of the Wade Logan knew.

“What about you, huh? You’re always playin’ the tough guy, but I know you feel like shit sometimes. More than sometimes.”

Logan huffed, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Takes one to know one, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not fair. I’m the one with the cancer, you’re supposed to be the unbreakable one.” Wade’s voice was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something deeper.

Logan sighed, his fingers gently brushing over Wade's back. “Ain’t nobody unbreakable, Wade. Not really.”

Wade’s eyes softened, and he reached up, cupping Logan’s face in his hands. “Guess we’re both just a couple of broken pieces, huh?”

Logan nodded, his hand still resting on Wade’s back. “Yeah. But we fit together, don’t we?”

Wade grinned, a real, genuine smile this time, and Logan felt a warmth spread through his chest. “Yeah, we do.”

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, finding comfort in the shared pain, in the quiet understanding that they didn’t have to explain.

Logan’s hand slid down to Wade’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly. “You need rest.”

“Only if you come with me,” Wade said, his voice playful but still tired.

Logan nodded, helping Wade to his feet. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

They made their way to the bedroom, and Logan climbed into bed beside Wade, wrapping an arm around him, pulling him close. Wade snuggled against him, his head resting on Logan’s chest, and for the first time that night, Logan felt the tension in his own body start to fade.

They didn’t need words. They just needed each other.

And as they lay there, in the dark, Logan thought about how much strength it took just to keep going, to keep fighting, even when it felt like the world was trying to tear them apart from the inside. He thought about how much strength Wade had, to smile through the pain, to joke even when everything hurt.

And he thought about how much he loved him for it.

Wade’s breathing was slow, steady, the pain finally dulling to a low ache. Logan pressed a kiss to the top of his head, closing his eyes, letting himself drift off.

They’d both wake up tomorrow, and the pain would still be there, but so would they. Together.

And that was enough.

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

ib

Thinking about Kate and Anthony staring at each other from across the ballroom in 2x02 and then in 3x01 and you can really tell that they got their happily ever after

The heavy angst from season 2 in contrast to the way their faces light up with happy smiles when their eyes meet in season 3

How Kate is no longer standing alone in a corner, faced quite literally, with her family turning its back on her, but instead has Violet actively holding on to her

And Anthony is no longer keeping up the pretense that he actually wants to do anything but look at Kate