#I hurt my own feelings :)

[theotherhappyplace]

"Please Please Please"

[i-am-a-fan]

Season 5 ruined me.

Thank you to @monochromatic-ahhhh for giving me permission to draw their idea!!

[here-comes-the-moose]

Okay but can we talk about how when Crosshair and Hunter were fighting in “The Return”, despite punching below the belt NEITHER of them brought up Tech’s death, and I believe that shows that both of them blame themselves in this essay I will-

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Gojo Satoru couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t bear the faint smell of your shampoo in the stairwell you’d just left, the sound of your laughter disappearing around the corner.

He’d started excusing himself from staff meetings at school, much to the fury of the higher-ups. But he quite literally couldn’t be in the same room with you. Not after what he’d done.

The strongest sorcerer started letting his Infinity slip, hoping you’d brush against him in the hallway just so he could feel you again.

He got sloppy on missions, ending up on Shoko’s operating table more and more often. The last time, forced back into consciousness by her technique and a lungful of secondhand smoke, she had called him on it.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Satoru? You think that’s going to bring them back?” He took so long to answer that she started to worry he’d passed back out.

“I know it won’t.” His ocean-blue eyes were an abyss. “But then it wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Gojo knew he hardly had the right to say it. You had only had one request of him when you got together, one thing that worried you about getting involved with him and his reputation. And he had blown it all up.

It didn’t matter that it was his first love, his high-school ex that he never really got over. It didn’t even matter that he had a good excuse when it came down to it. You had caught Gojo with his tongue down someone else’s throat, and ended it on the spot.

So he dragged himself and his self-pity around campus, half-heartedly instructing the first years when he wasn’t busy volunteering for suicide missions.

You kept your broken heart well-hidden, quietly requesting a transfer to Kyoto at the end of this semester. You looked right through him when you couldn’t avoid him entirely, and found empty bathroom stalls to cry in afterward.

+++++++++++++++++

You had carefully planned your escape, steadily sending your belongings on to the Kyoto school and distancing yourself from the administration of the Tokyo campus for the past few weeks. Now moving day was here, a one-way ticket clutched in your hand. It felt both impossible and inevitable.

No one was there to see you off, as requested. Your closest friends would come visit and everyone else didn’t care much either way.

Except for the person you were running from.

You felt him before you saw him, his Six Eyes boring into you from across the station. His snow-white hair was scruffy, sticking up like he’d been pulling at it. Dark sunglasses hid his shadowed eyes.

“Gojo? What the fuck are you doing here?” You knew he could hear your harsh whisper from where he stood.

“Gojo, huh? Ouch.” He crossed the room in a blink, pushing up his glasses to show off an exaggerated wince, one eye scrunched shut. “That hurts.”

“Good. You should know how it feels. Now if you don’t mind, I have a train to catch.” You tried to step around him, but he easily mirrored you.

“It doesn’t leave for another ten minutes. Can we talk?”

“Talk? Talk about what, asshole? How your ex tasted?” A pointless shove against his broad chest.

Gojo caught your wrists in one hand. “Please.”

You made the mistake of eye contact, taking a half-step closer, and your heart broke open all over again. He was so beautiful, so desperate, his vulnerability a halo. The wound you had tried to cauterize with space and silence flared back to agonizing life.

He sensed your hesitation- he knew all your weaknesses- and used the opportunity to pull you into his arms. “I’m so sorry. So, so sorry, you have no idea…” murmured apologies into your hair.

“Fuck you,” you said to his chest.

“I know, baby.” A shaky laugh. “I know.”

Against all your instincts, the longing to melt into his embrace, you stepped back. “Satoru…” you did your best to ignore the hope in his face when you used that name. “You can’t expect me to forget what you’ve done.”

“I don’t! I swear. Just please, don’t run away from this. From us. I can’t lose you.” He still held your wrists, your pulses knocking against each other.

“You already did.”

He lets go, off balance, like you’d punched him in the gut. Your train doors are opening and you’re turning away, not before you catch the shine of tears in his blue, blue eyes.

You’re sorry too, so goddamn sorry, but you’re stepping off the platform and there’s nothing left to say, even if you had the time to say it.

The doors close indifferently, your world cleaved in two. Before and after, inside and out. You turn back, watching him shrink into nothing as you pull out of the station. He watches you disappear for much, much longer.

[kryonsite]

closure, it's okay, you can rest now

[nevertheless-moving]

So I was looking at the stormlight archive timeline and

1172.9.5.5 Kaladin kills the Shardbearer and becomes a slave.

1173.1.2.2 Orden is born.

Less than 100 days. What do you want to bet they got the letter about Kaladin's death the same week his younger brother was born?

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine -> promises oceans deep but never to keep

[ladydraculena]

[stephstars08]

People: Why are you single?

Me: Because I’m delusional for him.

[latinkraken]

Stede can’t see what's right in front of him

Ed can't say what he wants to say

[samcoving]

Oh this is evil and idk how to feel😭😭

[discluded]

i can't believe there are already people who only know them as Mile and Apo from Man Suang now and not Mile and Apo of KinnPorsche... my feelings are hurt 😭😭😭

📸brown sugar

[onepintobean]

COC day 7 | midnight just be sure you leave the ball before the clock strikes midnight

[w1nt3rfr05t]

Do you ever think Gojo gets sad when he sees Yuuta and Inumaki together?

Do you think he watches them train together, being more tactile afterwards as an assurance the other's alright and remembers the times when he once had a partner to spar with like that? Someone on his level or at least very close to it in his - Yuuta's - eyes, an equal. The reassurance that you didn't go to rough and hurt them that came with pats on the shoulder or back, gentle punches to the arm or the nudge of a shoulder.

Do you think he hears Inumaki badgering Yuuta about something trivial in the long run, wanting to hear his opinion on a tv show and rambling about his opinions (even if Inumaki is limited to words, the few he says always seem to mean everything to Yuuta, like his own once meant) even if Yuuta disagrees, the two playfully bickering their arguments?

Do you think he ever smells a familiar pastry from a bakery they used to frequent and turn in hopes that this had all been a nightmare, that he was being surprised with a sweet? Do you think his heart breaks when he sees them both sitting together sharing the pastry, echoing like a new generation of ghosts?

Do you think he ever sees them doing something as simple as sitting together at their seats and talking then thinks back to when he used to do the same? When life wasn't so heavy and the world at their fingertips; when reality hadn't settled in and left it's weight to suffocate them until their whole existences split apart from what had been a perfect puzzle?

Do you ever think that he looks at Yuuta and Inumaki and sees him and Geto?

[lokiina]

Sometimes you have to live with your choices...

[hyperfixated-on-hensper]

The unsentproject is really popular right now, so I thought I'd hurt my own feelings by looking up the names of my otp and pretending they're talking about each other.