#We've got scars on our future hearts

[lovemydarkestsecrets-blog]

Future love, Past memories

Inspired by this photo:

“So, in your timeline,” Sam began hesitantly, turning away from the book in front of him to glance at his much older brother. The years had not been kind to Dean—his face was rugged and worn, with lines etched deep from countless battles and heartaches. Yet, there was something about his ruggedness that made Sam’s heart skip a beat, something raw and undeniably captivating. “what am I like?”

Dean smiled softly, memories flooding back. "You’re incredible, Sammy. You're strong and brave, but more than that, you’re kind. You always put others first, even when it hurts you. You’ve got this heart that just... shines, you know? You’re the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Sam's breath caught, his heart pounding at the depth of Dean's words. He looked at Dean, really looked at him—the greying hair, the scars, the weariness in his eyes. And in that moment, Sam saw beyond the rugged exterior to the man who had always been his protector, his constant. There was something in the way Dean looked at him, something he had never allowed himself to see before. It was overwhelming, confusing, and yet... it felt right.

"Dean," Sam said quietly, his voice trembling slightly, "What's our relationship like?"

Dean paused for a moment, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face before he smiled softly. "We've never been closer. We're... partners, in every sense of the word. We hunt together, we take care of each other, and... we love each other. It's not always easy, but it's real. It's the best thing in my life."

Sam's breath caught again, this time at the implication of Dean's words. He tried to process it all—the idea of a deeper, more intimate connection with his brother in the future. It felt overwhelming but also strangely comforting. He and Dean would end up together? This beautiful man would be his?

"Do you have a photo of older me?" Sam asked, his curiosity in full force. If Dean looked like this, what would he look like?

Dean bit the inside of his lip before he nodded. "Yeah, actually, I have a lot of photos." He pulled out his wallet and carefully extracted a worn Polaroid. He handed it to Sam with a bittersweet smile.

Sam took the photo and studied it intently. It was a picture of them during their first Christmas at the bunker. Both of them wore Santa hats—Dean's slightly askew, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. Sam, on the other hand, was beaming, his smile wide and genuine, a twinkle in his eye that spoke of a rare moment of pure joy. The background showed a simple but warmly decorated room, with a small Christmas tree adorned with a mix of traditional ornaments and a few quirky ones that were clearly picked out by Sam. Dean's arm was around Sam's shoulders, pulling him close, and there was an undeniable warmth and affection radiating from both of them.

"You never gave up on me," Dean whispered, staring at the photo of the man he loved the most. The memory of that Christmas flooded back—how Sam had insisted on celebrating despite everything, how he had managed to make Dean laugh and relax, even if just for a little while. "You always found a way to bring light into my life, no matter how dark things got. I miss you so much, Sammy. Every moment without you feels like a piece of me is missing."

Sam looked up from the photo, his heart aching at the raw emotion in Dean's voice. He could see the longing in Dean's eyes, the deep, unyielding love he held for his future self. It was overwhelming to realize just how much they meant to each other.

Without thinking, Sam leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean's. The kiss was tender, filled with all the unspoken emotions that had been building up inside them. Dean's heart ached with longing and love, knowing that this wasn't his Sam, but feeling the connection all the same. He savored the moment, feeling the softness of Sam's lips, the warmth of his touch, the innocence that his own timeline's battles had stripped away.

When they finally pulled apart, Dean rested his forehead against Sam’s, closing his eyes to hold onto the fleeting moment. “What was that for?”

Sam looked up into his brother’s big, caring eyes. His protecter. Now, and forever. “Future me would have wanted you to have that.”

[asttrogirl]

"Give me your hand," you smiled, crouching in front of him. Suguru simply rolled his eyes before offering you his hand.

"But make sure not to cut it; the ladies like that," he said, causing you to wrinkle your nose in response. He burst into laughter.

"Listen, I just found a book that talked about how the grooves in our hands can reveal a lot about our future, and I already tried it with Shoko and Satoru. Now I want to try it with you."

Carefully, you took his hand in yours, feeling the warmth of his skin as your fingers intertwined. His hands were obviously much larger than yours and had a few pale scars from training with different cursed weapons they often tested, but fortunately, none extended beyond a couple of centimeters. Oh, and there was also the tiny heart you had drawn with henna last week.

You furrowed your brow and closely observed the grooves and lines adorning his palm, searching for hidden signs and meanings.

"Suguru, the grooves in your hand reveal a challenging and tumultuous path. I see passion and determination in your future, but also obstacles you'll have to overcome," you said, not averting your gaze from his hand. "But remember, destiny isn't set in stone. You have the power to shape your own path."

Suguru furrowed his brow, seemingly intrigued by your words. "Really?" he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.

"Nah. Actually, I just made it up. I got bored and only made it to the first page," you chuckled, "but Toru believed me. He thinks he'll go bald at 25, look," you pointed towards the dormitory entrance, where the white-haired guy was spraying green tonic on his hair.

Suguru burst into laughter, shaking his head, amused by the joke. Then, he withdrew his hand from yours, but his smile remained on his face.

"You just unlocked an insecurity in him," he remarked.

You nodded knowingly. "I know, but he broke my katana, so I guess we're even."

Suguru nodded and then stood up, extending his hand to help you up.

"Well, I guess we've had enough hand-reading for today," he said with a smile. "How about we go grab something at the campus café? We can continue making fun of Toru and his hair tricks."

You accepted his hand and stood up, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Sounds like a perfect plan," you replied with a smile, excited to spend more time with Suguru and enjoy his company.

©asttrogirl│don't copy or translate

[bookished]

Can I kindly request dialogue prompts for mutual suffering heart break ❤️‍🩹

MUTUAL SUFFERING HEARTBREAK PROMPTS

feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post ♡ tag me when you use any!

"We're both shattered, and I wish I could mend your broken pieces, but I don't know how to fix myself either."

"It's like we burned too bright, and now we're both left in the ashes."

"I wish I could turn back time and save us from all this pain."

"We both have our reasons for breaking each other's hearts, but I can't help but miss you."

"I miss you too, even though I know we're both better off apart."

"I know the feeling. It's like we've ruined each other for anyone else."

"I often wonder where we went wrong, how we ended up here."

"It's strange how our love story turned into a tragedy."

"We had dreams, plans... and now they're just broken pieces of what could have been."

"Our future together crumbled into what-ifs and maybes."

"Our harmony turned into dissonance, and I miss the music we once made."

"I thought time would heal our wounds, but it's only made the scars deeper."

"Time has this cruel way of making us remember what we're trying to forget."

"Your absence haunts me, even in the moments when I wish I could forget."

"Sometimes I imagine parallel universes where we got our happy ending."

"I wish we could have found a way to save us, to rewrite our story."

"We were so sure we'd be the exception, but we became the rule, another story of heartbreak."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the pain of loving you more than the emptiness without you."

"The pain was a reminder that I was alive, that we were something."

"Maybe one day, we'll look back on this and it won't hurt as much."

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[deva-arts]

Hey! so!

This is a spooky post, okay? it's really edgy so please be warned if you don't like dark themes! <3

Not sure if this is an unnecessary warning or not but better safe than sorry :'D I've got a lot of fluffy drawings queued after this ehehe I just wanted to do something angsty

A-4. Hm.

C-1.  You said something, Atius?

A-4. There is a recurring trend here; it heals faster and more efficiently when under pressure. These were all times when we cut costs on anesthesia.

C-1. Interesting... More effectively you say?

A-4. Yes. Remarkably so, I'd say the injur-... affected areas have a much higher rate of functionality than they held previously. Just look at the cardiopulmonary results from a year ago to now- I'd even go as far as to say that it's possible to have more successful splices on this specimen in the future.

C-1. What is stopping us from doing this from now on?

A-4. Ah.. I would advise against it. There’s the question of excessive stress-

C-1. A non-issue, our goal is progress.

A-4. As well as the scarring-

C-1. We never truly cared about cosmetics, now did we?

A-4. This might also worsen its mental state-

C-1. Mental state? Ha! It's a good thing we start cutting some costs then. We let it get too comfortable at the cost of precious time. Its tolerance has made things terribly expensive for daily practice. I say let it scream, they stop eventually. Do consider providing our staff with adequate noise protection though.

A-4. ...Understood, Cain.

C-1. Atius?

A-4. Yes sir?

C-1. You say that physical duress makes it... Better? Stronger?

A-4. At the cost of physical and m-mental integrity, yes. It makes for an unnaturally fast healing process.

C-1. It’s a wonder why we even bothered waiting between procedures!

A-4. ...

C-1. You say this is observable in other parts of its body as well?

A-4. ...Sir...

C-1. Answer me, Atius. You know what you signed.

A-4. Yes sir. 

A-4. ...

A-4. As you can see on the following diagrams, the specimen has been performing optimally in concordance with our standards. Fall simulations led to a higher observable bone density. Strength output has improved post-muscle failure. Flexibility has grown after hyperextension. This goes without mentioning fight simulations, which have ameliorated reaction time, effectiveness, and overall damage output. The only issue is altitude tolerance; pressure trials have been unsuccessful as of late.

C-1. How durable... It's the sort of reform I expect from immortals.

A-4. ...

A-4. I must ask you to reconsider though, Cain— the forced heal leaves a harsher effect on his-

C-1. Looks like we did something right after all.

A-4. ...

C-1. ...Mm. So these are all of our projections?

A-4. ...Yes.

C-1. I see. Vision isn't on par with our metrics. Fix this.

A-4. Cain, there isn't any more we can do to increase this field. We've used all sorts of methods to achieve this.

C-1. Then break his eyes next.

-

And thus, here is the biggest antagonist to Vincent's story- Cain. He's might be even worse than Titan. You'll hate him! I hope.

Cain is a human-passing, vampiric variant who feeds off of the pain and suffering of others. He became a monocular double amputee by his own son in hopes that he would never be able to harm someone else. A torturer by heart, he joins careers that give him the opportunity to consume the most to anesthetize himself and offset his own discomfort. He gets his fix by being the head of hundreds of processing units, including Project Venus, where he assured the CFO that he would deliver the results they were robbed of by Roxanne.

Thus, he is free to do anything with the rough draft, so long as they get results, improvement, and new data on this modified species.

By any means necessary....

[remwrites]

Hmmm how about Scar being the one with past trauma, like the crafting dead is a part of his backstory before joining Hermitcraft, and Grian comforts Scar while learning about his troubled past

hmm

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It was soft and dark and quiet. They were alone, and Scar kissed Grian at his slow unhurried leisure. He felt like he fell for him with every swipe of his tongue. Eyelashes brushing his cheek, clever fingers scraping nails in his hair, tasting sweet.

"Can I ask you a hypothetical question?" Grian asked, tipping back but staying close, just a breath of space between their lips.

Scar was incredibly distracted by his hands on Grian's hips, by the tingling from his tongue. He hummed, "Mhm."

"Would you marry me?"

"In a second." Scar replied, without a moment of thought.

Grian's breath shuddered on his lips. Quiet settled over them. The implications of the question sunk in. Grian reached over and traced the line of Scar's cheekbone with feather-light fingertips.

"Do you want me to?" Scar asked, barely an exhale. Fragile.

Grian's eyes flickered over his face for a long minute, like he might not answer. Then eventually he said, "Yes."

"Then I will." Scar replied.

"Okay."

Scar's heart began to pick up, double-time in his chest, and a sheer thrill of overwhelmed joy took over. Grian wanted to marry him. He was given the universe, and better yet, he would get to keep it.

Grian sat up, straddling his lap, and ran his hands up and down his bare chest like he was feeling the assault of his heart before leaning down to kiss him again.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Scar murmured, lips dragging against his.

"For what?" Grian breathed, barely pulling away to speak.

His racing heart stumbled and fell. It hit the ground hard. He ducked his head and felt the soreness in his throat.

"Hey." Grian's fingers were cold against Scar's flushed face as he cradled his jaw and tipped him back into his gaze line. "What's up?"

"I just never thought I'd have this." Scar rasped, swallowing and feeling the sharp emotions trapped there.

"Have what?"

"A future."

"Oh." Grian's voice was quiet, a little devastated. "Not at all?"

"It's a long story." Scar bit his lip.

"I mean," Grian leaned over and kissed him on the corner of the mouth, slow and careful. "We've got lots of time. Our whole lives, now."

Scar felt so sore. But he was right. He gripped Grian closer by the hips, and talked about the past with his future.

[puckrph]

FALL OUT BOY'S "SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST" STARTERS

taken from the 2023 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE

' i'm dying out here. ' ' what would you trade the pain for? ' ' we were a hammer to the statue of david. ' ' we were a painting you could never frame. ' ' you were the sunshine of my lifetime. ' ' this city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit. ' ' i'd never go, i just want to be invited. ' ' you've got to give up. ' ' don't fight it. ' ' i'm sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse. ' ' i just about snapped. ' ' don't look back. ' ' every lover's got a little dagger in their hand. ' ' i'm falling in and out of love. ' ' i'm getting that tilted feeling. ' ' nowhere left for us to go but heaven. ' ' summer's falling through our fingers again. ' ' we're taught we've gotta get ahead no matter what it takes, but there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race. ' ' i saw you in a bright clear field, hurricane heat in my head. ' ' it's the kind of pain you feel to get good in the end. ' ' give up what you love before it does you in. '

HEARTBREAK FEELS SO GOOD

' no matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs. ' ' is there a word for a bad miracle? ' ' nobody said the road was endless. ' ' nobody said the climb was friendless. ' ' could we please pretend this won't end? ' ' it was an uphill battle, but they didn't know we were gonna use the roads as a ramp to take off. ' ' we could cry a little, or cry a lot. ' ' don't stop dancing. ' ' don't you dare stop. ' ' we'll cry later or cry now. ' ' we could dance our tears away, emancipate ourselves. ' ' but baby, heartbreak feels so good. ' ' heartbreak feels so good. ' ' we said we'd never grow up. ' ' it's open season on blue moods. '

HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE

' when you ask how i've been, i know you mean well. ' ' who am i dialing tonight? ' ' that's a bummer. ' ' burn feelings for twenty summers. ' ' i'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky, screaming at the stars like night lights. ' ' i love my life. ' ' i guess i'm getting older, cause i'm less pissed. ' ' to the end of the world. ' ' you put the "fun" into dysfunction. ' ' hold me like a grudge. ' ' the world is always spinning, and i can't keep up. ' ' i can't do it on my own. ' ' part-time soulmate, full-time problem. ' ' i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still intact. ' ' i am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure. ' ' i know it's inside me, but i've got no map to my own treasure. ' ' i thought i knew better. ' ' i thought it would get better. ' ' i figured somehow by now i would have got it together. ' ' if you put your heart in it, then we'll do more than just get by together. ' ' i'm like a storm on the horizon. '

FAKE OUT

' take a knife and cut through the darkness. ' ' i make no plans, so none can be broken. ' ' remember us just like this forever. ' ' this can't last. it won't last. ' ' do you laugh about me whenever i leave? or do i just need more therapy? ' ' love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out. ' ' i'm buried alive inside my dreams. ' ' my mood board is just pictures of you. ' ' i'm not sad anymore. ' ' i didn't take the love when i had the chance. ' ' do i still need more therapy? ' ' we all started off as shiny dimes, but we all got flipped too many times. ' ' we did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change. '

HEAVEN, IOWA

' you and i and a screw top bottle of wine? ' ' i feel so "a star is born." ' ' kiss my cheek. ' ' would you read my eulogy? ' ' i will never ask you for anything, except to dream sweet of me. ' ' when the party ends, will you still love who i am? ' ' scar crossed lovers forever. ' ' i'm checking myself out forever. ' ' i'm saving this all for later. ' ' here, we are untouched forever. ' ' they don't know how much they'll miss, at least until you're gone like this. ' ' save your breath. ' ' half your life, you've been hooked on death. ' ' half my life i've been hooked on death. ' ' twice the dreams, but half the love. ' ' be careful what you bottle up. ' ' the chemistry is a mess, it seems, but i'm still a sunbeam. ' ' i closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow. ' ' shake things up, and see what comes down. '

SO GOOD RIGHT NOW

' i got this doom and gloom in my mind. ' ' i feel alright. ' ' let's sneak in from the cheap seats. ' ' we'll drive until the engine just gives up. ' ' feeling so good right now, so we'll crash and burn somehow. ' ' i know i've made mistakes, but at least they were mine to make. ' ' all of our wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me. ' ' i was drifting from the start, and i ripped myself apart. ' ' i'll be whatever you need me to be. ' ' i'll cut myself down to whatever you need me to be. '

THE PINK SEASHELL

' my parents got divorced when i was five years old. ' ' i saw my father about three times a year after that. ' ' he gives me this big pink seashell, and he says to me "the answers are all inside of this." and i'm all like, "what?" now i realize that the shell's empty. there's no point to any of this. ' ' it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. ' ' so i take pleasure in the detail, you know? a quarter pounder with cheese, those are good. the sky about ten minutes before it started to rain. a moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. '

I AM MY OWN MUSE

' here i am. ' ' not sure you should take a chance. ' ' i like playing dumb, letting you figure me out. ' ' i was faded, in my own defense. ' ' drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about. ' ' smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars. ' ' we've got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm. ' ' the trumpets bring the angels, but they never came. ' ' no one let them in, 'cause they didn't know my name. ' ' i know i keep my feelings tucked away. ' ' it's just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart. ' ' let's twist the knife again, like we did last summer. ' ' i'm just trying to keep it together, but it gets a little harder when it never gets better. ' ' i'm trying to keep it together. '

FLU GAME

' i guess to you now i'm just a face in the crowd. ' ' oh, god. kindly, please, would you kill me now? ' ' late at night in my room, i lie awake, think of you. ' ' last night i dreamt i still knew you. ' ' i carved out a place in this world for two, but it's empty without you. ' ' i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself. ' ' it takes all this effort to make it look effortless. ' ' confront all the pain like a gift under the tree. ' ' i can't be who you need me to be. ' ' i'm so real that i feel fake. ' ' one day, every candle's gotta run out of wax. ' ' one day, no one will remember me when they look back. ' ' i can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though. i'm somewhere between mike tyson and van gogh. '

BABY ANNIHILATION

' time is luck, and i wish ours overlapped more, or for longer. ' ' the first time i took the mask off, just had another one on underneath. ' ' i'm just melted wax on a birthday cake. ' ' another year fades away. ' ' it's self-sabotage at best. ' ' you know what they say: if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. ' ' this palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke. ' ' what is there between us, if not a little annihilation? '

THE KINTSUGI KID (TEN YEARS)

' i'm pretty sure, as far as humans go, i'm a hard pill to swallow. ' ' i'm not your intended dose. ' ' roll the highlights. ' ' i've got the wrong insides. ' ' i spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze. ' ' i miss the way that i felt. ' ' i passed my old street, the house i grew up in. it breaks your heart. ' ' i felt you at the beginning, but i needed you at the end. ' ' stop me if you've heard this all before too many times after too much alcohol. ' ' you don't know me anymore. '

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

' that's the way the world used to be before our dreams started bursting at the seams. ' ' we're out here and we're ready. ' ' i don't care if it's pretty. ' ' the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship. ' ' everything is lit except my serotonin and my lightning bolt brain. ' ' i just need someone to hold me. ' ' i just need someone to hold me, even though you don't even know me. ' ' what a time to be alive. ' ' they say i should try meditation, but i don't want to be with my own thoughts. ' ' i just want to be your cherry on top. ' ' when i said "leave me along," this isn't quite what i meant. ' ' what's left? ' ' sometimes you wonder if we're ever looking back. '

SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST

' i'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring. ' ' i've been burning myself down. ' ' i feel like something that's been stretched out, over and over again, until i'm creased and i'm about to break down the middle. ' ' stars are the same as ever. ' ' i don't have the guts to keep it together. ' ' i'm stuck in the permafrost. ' ' life is just a game. ' ' i'm stuck in a lonely loop. ' ' so much for stardust. we thought we had it all. ' ' i need the sound of crowds, or i can't fall asleep at night. ' ' i can't take my thoughts. ' ' another year of possibilities left unwrapped like gifts the day right after christmas passed. ' ' i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough. ' ' ache 'til you make it. ' ' i think i've been going through it, and i've been putting your name to it. ' ' in another life, you were my babe. ' ' in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime? ' ' what would i trade the pain for? i'm not sure. ' ' i used to be a real go-getter. ' ' i used to think it'd all get better. '

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Songs & Characters: Pedro Pascal

Album: Blue Lips     Artist: Tove Lo

So I did this with all the Florence + The Machine albums and now I’m doing it with Tove Lo’s discography because why not. Basically what I’m doing is listening to the whole album and picking which sing reminds me of which Pedro character and the specific lyrics that go with it.

Some of the lyrics below are sexual/explicit keep reading at your own discretion.

disco tits /  Oberyn Martell

Live right now, peakin' on top / So wild now, I'm high as fuck / Don't look down / My mind, you can relax / I know how to dial it back / Not this time

You think I'm drunk now, but I am not / You're so pretty, come roll with me / I'm 'bout to get down, I'm high as fuck / I'm no chemist, but it's good shit

I'm sweatin' from head to toe / I'm wet through all my clothes / I'm fully charged, nipples are hard / Ready to go (oh, oh) / I'm sweatin' from head to toe / I'm wet through all my clothes (yeah) / I'm fully charged, nipples are hard / Ready to go

shedontknowbutsheknows - Dave York

Hanging by the bar at sunrise / With our bodies talking / Hooked up last week, had a good time / So I regret nothing / I see her come close, ooh / I wonder what you told her to make her stay

Don't even bother with your lies / Won't let you see her when she cries / Go on, unhappy in the night

shivering gold - Marcus Pike

A minute of truth time, talkin' 'bout stuff

Keep saying I'm danger, but thinking I'm love

I'm out on the dance floor, drinking my tears

Acting all cliché, and facing my fears

I feel that thing that jolts me, fucks with me good / Shivering gold / I shiver in gold / Wild, real / Got things like moon rocks rolled up in love / Shivering gold

I shiver in gold

Kissing it better, a physical face

Taking your body, I sit on your face

I see you smiling, covered in me

Moving too fast now, but fuck it, we're free

don’t ask don’t tell - Javier Peña

I'm curious to know who you are

Know what turns you on, turns you off

Know we're not kids anymore

Know we've both been here before

These butterflies scare me to death

Feel them beating out of my chest

Make me come, come so alive

And go with your moves through the night

And baby, don't ask and then don't tell / Already know you're fucked up / And it's cool with me / My past and don't ask and don't tell / No need to share too much / Come on, let it be

stranger - Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales

You're my stranger in the dark / I am lonely, lonely heart / Waiting for someone to take me home / You're my stranger in the dark / I am lonely, vagabond / Hold me down, want you to bring me home

Let's begin, love making you beg for the win

I'm the prize you get if you do everything I say

Get you high, I get you high

I wanna be what you want me to be

I'd go anywhere, no rules, I don't care

Oh, oh just take me home, oh

So you're my last hope and, and I don't care what you do

Leave my heart open, I'm gonna leave it for you

You can walk on it, I wanna hurt, feeling used

Take the edge off it, just take the edge off it

romantics - Dieter Bravo

We could be romantics for life / Go wild with our scars unhealed / Ooh, ooh / We could be romantics for life / Like drugs make us feel unreal

They talk a lot, don't they?

'Bout your life

They talk a lot, don't they?

Why? Are you tired?

It's none of their business who we love

Drinking, destructive, kind, fill me up

Holding me down in my seat

Tell me, I know what you need

I know your head makes you lie, oh

cycles - Ezra

What's your name?

I can tell you a story before we get into the game

We fall head over heels overnight

See my face in your future

I'm in your future, in your nights, hmmm

I'm in a cycle / Don't make me hate you / Just 'cause I talk about the things I've done before you / I'm in a cycle / Swear this is different / Don't wanna end it, if you leave then I keep spinnin'

It's so romantic in a way / Why don't you catch me when I sway? / 'Cause when my heart falls out of place / I know (oh, oh, oh)

struggle - Max Phillips

So you're deep like the ocean / And got your bottles of potion / I believe in karma / Set the waves into motion

Cold, cold, cold, cold hands over me / Fuck, fuck, fuck some sense into me / Gold for loneliness, I will pay / Fuck, fuck some sense into me

The struggle is real

When you don't tell me how you feel 'bout this love

I've got my way with words

Don't believe me

Pretend like I don't hurt

I don't, I don't, I don't

I've got my way with pain

Don't believe me

I numb myself to blame

I don't, I don't, I don't

9th of october - Joel Miller

We never had coffee table books or dinner parties / We always had hazy nights and sex, cliché's in Paris / Don't disturb on the top floor / Getting high by the window / In bed with your eyes looked into mine / How perfect was it?

9th of October, I always remember / No bad things had happened then / Honestly, you never thought you'd fall for me / But somehow you got pulled in / Livin' so fast, makin' memories last / 'Til our hearts couldn't hold no more / Hear you explodin' while I am implodin' / Now, how did we let this go?

We never wanted

A normal kind of love

9th of October, I always remember

9th of October, I always remember those big words, I said them first

9th of October, I always remember

9th of October, can't think of it sober 'cause all of it fuckin' hurts

bad days - Maxwell Lord

Why cut so deep every word that we speak? / Triggers, shit we never thought / I still remember all the good times / If not, I'll recreate 'em all

If it was easy, I'd forget about you, baby

But I never really understood

How people move on from a heart to love another

Oh, if I could, I would

If it was easy, I'd forget about you, baby

But I never really understood

How people move on from a heart to love another

Oh, if I could, I would

Yeah, I try

But we're in the same crowd

Always at the same scene

So I don't know how

I'm supposed to act fine

When we used to be burning love

That died

Colder than ice

Why am I surprised?

But I guess that's how

I guess that's how we do it now

hey you got drugs - Pero Tovar

Ten years of highs just for fun

Not a height 'til I'm caught

Pain from the past like a small piece of glass in my heart

And this should be the time of my life

You fucking made it your deal, your deal

And I keep dancin' away 'cause it's all fun and games 'til it's real

We don't wanna go home

(Better dance for us)

You're fucked but, oh, you're so fun

(How you holding on?)

I don't know tomorrow

(If it comes or not)

But I promise for life you can brag 'bout tonight

You won't save the night for me

You won't save the night for me

You won't save the night for me

And I ain't never gonna go home

[fruitymations]

TW // serious medical talk This is a really important update about what's going on. I'm copying/pasting the text from my Twitlonger post. Everything is under a read more.

Hey everyone. I've been inactive quite a bit due to family emergencies that have popped up.

I normally don't talk about these things publicly, but it's gotten so bad I've decided to give some sort of an update for my social media.

My father is currently in the hospital. On Tuesday (April 11th) he was found unconscious for up to two hours in the lumber department at a Home Depot store nearby where we live. He has a more severe case of type 2 diabetes and his blood sugar was found to be around 780 during this incident. He refused medical treatment but the Home Depot staff refused to let him drive home on his own as his condition could put himself and others at risk if he were to go behind the wheel.

He seemed a little out of it when I went to go see him the next day on Wednesday (April 12th). I assumed he was tired from the previous day's incident and that his medications might have been taking a while to kick in. I went to see him to pick up the car keys for our other van so I could pick up the van from the Home Depot parking lot. My father lives separate from us at the house that my mom owns. It's the same house she got in early 2021 that I've been trying to renovate from time to time. Me and my mother live in the condo unit we've had since early 2009.

On Saturday (April 15th) I was headed to my weekend delivery job. I was driving the family van since my regular car is currently in the shop as of writing this. I decided to stop by the house to drop off the other house keys and lockbox keys that my dad had attached to the van's key fob. When he answered the door I immediately knew something was wrong. He was showing signs of what looked like a typical stroke (left side of his body and face was mostly paralyzed, slurred and slowed speech, significant mental confusion). I called an ambulance for him after contacting my mother, my sister, and a close family friend about it.

He was taken to the emergency room and his fasting blood sugar was 465. The medical staff at the hospital tried bringing his blood sugar down and he got sleepy quickly. He's not in a coma, but he's been asleep since then and they haven't been able to get him to fully wake up. He also is unable to wake up on his own. I eventually found out that he hasn't been taking any pill medication for his diabetes and other ailments since November of 2022. He's supposed to take daily insulin injections for his blood sugar, but I found out that his most recent insulin injections he had expired in April of 2022.

I will give a more thorough update on his hospital stay and condition once he is out of the hospital, since things are still in progress with him. I've been going around updating my aunts and uncles on his side of the family (he has about seven or eight siblings; I don't know all of them since he's not great at keeping in touch with others). I've also been scrambling around to keep my mother, my sister, my friends, my partners, and close family friends about his condition as the hours and days go on. I'm his only kid and his next of kin so I've had to go back and forth on updating everyone. Once he's able to wake up on his own and is coherent, I'll have to discuss with him on becoming his power of attorney for healthcare in case anything serious happens in the future where he's unable to make medical decisions for himself.

On top of this, my mother also has her own laundry list of medical issues that require lots of various medications to keep her stable and alive. She also has type 2 diabetes but it's not as severe as my father's. Her other health conditions include interstitial lung disease (and lung scarring caused by this condition), severe sleep apnea, stage 3 pulmonary arterial hypertension, and edema (doctors suspect its caused by the heart struggling to keep up with her conditions). I'm mostly worried about her pulmonary arterial hypertension because there is no cure and it usually is the cause of death for those who are diagnosed with it.

Despite her conditions, she still goes to work since she's the financial stronghold of the household. Good friends of mine, along with my family and both my partners, all know about the debt that we have been dealing with. My mother has accumulated $120,000 USD of credit card debt and still owes about $180,000 USD for the mortgage on the house we got back in 2021. All together it's a total of $300,000 USD.

The things I can do to raise money is limited if it's through me, since I'm on SSI, and being on SSI means there are tight and usually unethical financial restrictions put on people like me. I get my healthcare through SSI via Medicaid. If I lose my SSI, I lose my healthcare. I have some health issues myself (mild GERD, possible PCOS, possible IBS, weight problems, some dental problems that I have to wait to get seen for, and mental health issues).

We are on the verge of bankruptcy and are possibly facing the loss of the little bit of stability that we have left. My mother isn't able to retire without risking financial ruin and she's dealing with an incurable disease that will most likely slowly kill her. I don't know if my father will bounce back from his current condition or not. I don't even know if his insurance will cover any of this.

I've been reluctant to open donations or fundraisers for this because I don't want to just take people's money left and right as I'd just feel bad about it.

I'm terrified. I'm exhausted. I don't know what to do.

[idolsgf]

✨9 Ship Songs✨

Rules: List nine songs for one of your ships

I was tagged by @transprincecaspian weeks ago for this, sorry I'm just now getting to it. I've been burnt out from work but I'm going through all my tags now.

I've done this one before for the main 3 but I'm just going to do Mo and Solas for this one :) Under cut as usual

Also since it's been so long I'm just going to keep it as an open tag.

Mori'na/Solas

How We Used to Love by Siv Jakobsen

I ran into a woman on the sidewalk 'Cause I was thinking too much about us Dreaming of you and all we've lost 'Cause now you're always so angry You're always so sad You're mad about everything and everyone and I I don't have the heart for that How we used to love I'm afraid for our future I'm afraid it won't last 'Cause you've got too many scars to hide And I haven't got enough to understand why Why are you always so sad

The Archer by Adam Melchor

This is how you turned me to the archer from the arched This is where you turned me to the marksman from the marked This is how I learnt how to take the arrows in my back And shoot them at the stars But how they all just circle back and meet me at the start And how they hit me hard enough to question who you are And how you got so close to me And how you got so far I need more time

Pisces Moon by Flower Face

And I'm always staring at my phone I’m always trying to get you alone The wires got crossed along the way Now I’m standing here with nothing to say Fell in love with the Pisces moon Now I’ll follow you wherever you go 'Til you leave me at the altar some day Well I think that I’d love you anyway Yeah, I know that I’d love you anyway

It's About Time by Barcelona

There have been too many times When I've drowned you with these perfect lines And you've heard me say that I can cure you This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love And I'm not sure if I can resurrect you Now I'm walking up to you so slowly It's about time, it's about time to fly away but wait I swear it's different cause I'm lonely Fold your wings, you'll need them more one day

Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

Sometimes it returns, like rain that you slept through That washed off the world, the streets looking brand new I will not be great, but I'm grateful to get through The feeling came late, I'm still glad I met you The memory hurts but does me no harm / Sometimes there's a thought like you choose what you're doing But it comes to naught when I look back through it I remember the view, streetlights in the dark blue The moment I knew I'd no choice but to love you / Darling, there's a part of me I'm afraid will always be Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life The weeds up through the concrete The traffic picking up speed All my love and terror balanced there between those eyes

You Want Everything by Snowmine

You woke up beside yourself You're taking back the night and I know you're meaning well But maybe I'm addicted To the hurt that comes around and then forgotten by yourself I can't remember, much of anything Faces passing by, and the time when we arrived But maybe, it's okay Cause you make me feel alive, you make me realize that.. You could try to be your best, but don't you know that it's suicide To want, you want, you want everything And you were right, this is a mess, because we're always picking sides But I won't let you have regrets, no way, no way

Chiromancer by Copeland

Your voice is fading, I call your name Cause I'm still here and the only thing that's left for me is listening Its the only way I make it through the night Are we just fooling ourselves, living in the moment? Am I just dying inside living all alone here? In a storm of quiet voices you're the only one that I can never find Just say you're mine and the fog would lift cause the only thing that's missing now is everything It's the only way I make it through the night / In morning light, in the darkest night and in-between I'm forever yours I hear you call my name and every sound's the same, I hear you call my name If only I could call up through the void to reach you If only I could stretch across the depths to hold you If only for a moment I can make two parts a whole, if only for a moment I could rest beside your soul, I could rest beside your soul

The Apparition by Sleep Token

So let's make trouble in the dream world Hijack Heaven with another memory now I make the most of the turning tide It just split what's left of the burning silence Don't wait, 'cause this could be the last time You turn up in the reveries of my mind I wake up to a suicide frenzy Loaded dreams still leave me empty And I believe Somewhere in the past Something was between You and I, my dear And it remains With me to this day No matter what I do This wound will never heal Why are you never real? The shifting states you follow me through Unrevealed Just let me go or take me with you

Lemons by Nick Leng

Won’t you please explain it to me Why’d we leave that way? Won’t you tell me please I can’t help but miss you But you’re too far to feel that Do wishing wells run dry? But did ours have to? Does the moon look different here from where you are? You’re getting colder from me and I can’t hold you that way No I can’t I can’t help but miss you But you’re too far to feel that

[meyonya]

my g

did the pain ever go away?

no, of course not, but it got easier even though it still hard

do you still love him?

yes, i always will. and will always be, but it got to the point where i had to love him enough to let him go. letting go of someone when you no longer are good for each other is the greatest act of love, isn’t?

do you still miss him?

every second of every day. the feeling never shoo shoo away from my heart

are you happy without him?

no, but i will try. and a few months ago, i never would've been able to say that

would you let him back in if he came back?

if there’s chance and our paths crossed again, sure. i would love let him back, with better mind, health, and heart

do you have any last words for him?

our time together was marked by both joy and sorrow, and though it didn't last, it left an indelible mark on me. the memories we made are like echoes from a distant time, reminders of what we had and what we lost. even though we drifted apart, i find myself wishing for another chance to rewrite our story, to heal the wounds that time couldn't seem to mend. there's a quiet ache in my heart when I think about us, a longing for what could have been. i often wonder if our paths might cross again someday, and if they do, i hope that we'll have the chance to make things right. time, they say, heals all wounds, but sometimes it feels like a distant promise. i've learned that healing isn't always straightforward. it's not just about moving on; it's about understanding and growing from what we've been through. I still think about you and the lessons we learned together, even if we've both moved on to new chapters in our lives. despite everything, there's a part of me that still hopes we'll meet again. i imagine us crossing paths with a new sense of understanding, ready to build something from the pieces of our shared past. it's not about rekindling old flames but about finding a way to make things right with the wisdom we've gained. we will love others and live our lives separately, but in the quiet moments, when i hear a song or think about what we had, you won't feel so far away. the future is ours to shape, with all its songs and scars. and if fate allows, i hope to catch up with you when the time is right, when our paths cross once more. if our paths cross again, let's not just meet let's make it right this time, i love you so much. i will forever miss you. im sorry for the way we became. im sorry for all the pain caused. i hope you get everything you've ever wanted. please know that im proud of you, 'til the very end. if you feels alone someday just remember i always giving you my pray, iban♡

[mcl-mia]

AHHH tysm for your comments on my wizardess heart doodles!! i'm fairly new to tumblr & i don't entirely know proper ettiquite, so i hope this is a reasonable way to respond!

the au is something my sibling and i have been working on for a few years! it's essentially a minor canon divergence? though it focuses more on rounding out plot-holes and making the timeline a little more reasonable in our eyes, as well as connecting routes from s1 through 11 as best we can + introducing our own ocs. it's a mostly private passion project, but i/we will likely at least share more illustrations regarding it in the future!! :3

(that said: the elias design changes are basically the outcome of us going "what if elias got attacked by the chimera instead of liz" in his route, to fit a little better with the adjustments we've made! and just because i think it's cool lol)

also i am so glad someone noticed the friendship bracelets :) they are so important to me

apologies for the slight infodump, and thank you again for your comments :D !! have a great day !!

// HI SORRY I TOOK . 500 YEARS TO RESPOND TO THIS SKFDHSKJDFKJ (yes this it a totally fine way to send stuff on tumblr.hell!! no worries!!)

BUT AAAAAAHHH YES!! we fucking love filling holes in the wh story line... like i love my dear friend wizardess heart but unfortunately the way that they connect some of the routes is kinda............ sigh. but i would love to see more of it in the future!! i love the idea of elias getting attacked by the chimera instead and coming out with the scars.... ouuughhh....!!

ALSO YES!! I LOVE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS!!!!! when i tell you i cried when i saw them..... my god....

thank YOU for such a cool concept!!!! i love your designs so much. ;_;7

[boozeforblues]

She Will Outstrip All Praise And Make It Halt Behind Her (Alive In Ego)

She said "I want you to get better, but misery looks so damn good on you" In all my life, I thought I understood a few But none like I comprehend the sickness in my blood Her dam gave way and I was in the middle of a flood But she repaired the breach with lightning speed She's got a heart to protect and an ego to feed Casualties of the worst kind of war And I honestly can't remember what I'm fighting for Or against; drawn, quartered, and bleeding for naught Let this go with nary a second thought I'm expected to read between the lines on the blankest pages Penning heartsick love tomes for the ages And I still haven't broken a sweat or her heart Her facade tells me she's perfectly fine with being apart But the truth rears its head against her intent Reduced from torrent to trickle with no regard for the capital we've spent Drowning in red ink and not much to show But her name on my arm and on my lips, strike a blow For loneliness, make your way without a map It's as torn and tattered as both our hearts, turn a clap Into full blown applause at how I've fucked this all to pieces If you mind the gap, I'll tend to the creases Pretending that I'm well versed in damage control Absconding into the night like it's something you stole Freedom is on the rise, yet I choose to be in chains I've bled for so long, I've forgotten the original color of the stains I feel it creeping in like an old flame I extinguished for a reason Desperately swinging at demons like I'm committing emotional treason Only catharsis can corral them back to hell And I've finally figured out the magic spell The choices are either you or alcohol Mix them together and watch me stall Sputtering to a drunken crawl as I spill my guts in more ways than one And when no one wants to stick around, I know that I'm done Stick a fork in me so I know I'm alive Under these conditions I normally thrive But it's getting harder to persevere with less of myself to carry It's how you didn't have an answer when I asked you what was so scary About me, but I know that was a lie Your eyes gave you away like they always pry Every secret straight from my sternum Comparing scars because we know how to earn 'em Wells run dry and deserts starve like us Surviving without love like a waterless ficus I keep thinking that neglect will carry us through Teach ourselves to live on grand pronouncements and adieus I've always performed for the smallest captive audience Crass proclamations always end up the bawdiest Relearning to hold my tongue when I'm around you Accustomed to the openness you once took to Safety is earned and I've had my fill I'll throw my head back and swallow another pill Anything to take the edge off this sloppily curated life For a brief moment, your contact was "future wife" You had the guts to take it there first Everything since that moment has been the worst You clutched me close, now I'm back at arm's length Showing off my acting skills by once again feigning strength One of these days, it's going to catch up to us both Height marks on door frames to measure our growth But I told you once that this love was immeasurable Even when you cause me pain, I find it pleasurable At least I'm feeling something, a void I've never filled Until you threw up all your guts and spilled A symphony of truth unmatched to my ears The stories and memories that will echo through the years Tethering me to earth so I don't float away in your absence All that's left is to choose between drowning in sorrow or absinthe Walking to my car, hands dovetailed without any glue I keep hoping some sense of profundity will spark something inside of you…

[writingwrittenwriting]

So many come through these doors. Most don't deserve to be here. Some put themselves here. Some end up here because they have nowhere else to go. They call me a doctor, but at this point in their miserable lives, I'm a guide at best. Sure, I can give them their medicine. Prescribe treatments. Create plans of action. But when they come to me, they're already numb to these.

((Severe mental health/suicide warning))

I know I can't do this forever. But I know it needs to be done. And right now, there's no one else to do it. These are the cases that want death. These are the cases that are so broken, so worn out and tired, they're already dead in many senses of the word. I try to pick up the pieces. I try to help them back home, but these are the people that slipped through the cracks for too long. The people with so much trauma, pain, emptiness and broken little bits that you can only save their bodies. Their minds are burnt out. They are shells.

The aids talk about death in these halls as though they were on the payroll. Death, a being that walks these locked rooms with a key of their own. Claiming the wet wisps of disintegrated souls from the husks they reside in. It always hurts when you see Death in the room of a child. The young who see no future, the ones who gave up before they even got to try. Or when they have a whole family trying to pull them along, not knowing they're doing more harm than good.

We get a lot of kids. A lot of cops, EMTs, firefighters. The first responders. And we get a lot of soldiers, they all leave us haunted. The first responders see so much horror, such much death or their own. And the kids... Well, they're growing up in this world we've created. Finally, there's the prisoners. We don't get them very often. Only when the system can't handle them, and they have people to plead their cases too cruel to be left strapped to beds for their own safety. They stay with us the longest. Sending them back is what always kills them.

Yesterday, I saw Death in the room of our youngest patient. 14 years old, she hasn't even finished school. Her diagnosis list was so long. Bi-polar, Depression, OCD, severe Anxiety, Autism, PTSD. And that was just the mental list. The physical list was unpleasant as well. She didn't want to fight anymore. No friends, she had to leave school after her peers found out about her BP and mocked her relentlessly for it. She had no friends, she couldn't communicate well with her peers. Her anxiety, convinced things would only get worse. Her trauma with her family, thrown away by her birth family after being too much of a problem.

This girl had been through so much. Seeing death in her room filled my heart with lead. I did what I must. I pulled up a chair, and I spoke with Death. She'd tried to end her life many times before. There was nothing left in her soul. I could see it, she would be gone today, taken by Deaths swift hand if I couldn't make a good argument. But how do you plead a potential future with one who only feels the pain of the present.

I changed her meds, put her on watch, gave her every comfort I could imagine for a young girl. I thought I had convinced Death that she could live a better life, with the right supports she could even thrive. I wont share how Death took her, but the next patient in her bed was settled in before lunch the next day.

These losses should wear me down. Should chip away at my spirit. But they strengthen my resolve. Death took her, but I have more to save. I cannot mourn every patient. I wish I could give them all the time they deserve, but Death haunts this world and I can't stand down.

Death was in his room today. The man whose wife left him here, refusing to visit him. No family to return to. His friends lost to the job. His body stitched together by scars and his eyes haunted by a Death I hope I never meet. Truly, a man with nothing. To save him from Death would be nothing short of a miracle. He was broken, but there was a sliver in his eyes I could see shining. In his dark smart ass jokes, the way he always put the seat down in the bathroom, and always ate all his food except cooked greens when we had them. Death was eyeing him, but his hand was still closer to mine.

Death was with him today. So I drew up my chair, I sat down, and I spoke with death. I told him about the opportunities Veterans affairs had come up with. Halfway houses for the soldiers who needed help adapting. Legions with supports for veterans, free counselling, civilian jobs that worked alongside the military. I told Death how this man would always have a family, the military may not always protect their own the way they should, but soldiers always helped one another, and there were other soldiers who had gotten through this. Soldiers who still fought for those who fought alongside them.

Death left empty handed that day. And every day after. He lasted his mandatory 72, we got him an advocate, and now he lives with his brothers. Not blood, but battle. Death no longer lives in his face. His eyes have a light to them again. I won against death that day.

Today I stare into the eyes of a young man, he doesn't have his diagnosis yet. His arms are shattered ice, white sharp lines crossing each other. His eyes are dark pits, he stops breathing often, willing himself to cease. If I were a poet, I'd say he's sinking in the dark pit of death. Death is in this room, in his eyes. I pull up a chair. Today I talk to death again. Today I plead the case of this young man. 17, single father, lost his mother to cancer last year. Failing school, trying drugs, 3 attempts in the last month. I tell Death, he's found rock bottom, it's time to start going up.

You are a doctor that works with seriously ill patients. Having seen it enough times, you actually recognize Death, and can use that to your patient’s advantage.

[sleepyjim]

WE'VE GOT SCARS ON OUR FUTURE HEARTS BUT WE NEVER LOOK BACK NO WE NEVER LOOK BACK !!!

[viralshop]

Only Love will last

Intro We've got to learn from the times before Only love will last

Verse 1

Imagine a world with no war

Where love and peace prevail

The colour of your skin can't shape your destiny

All nations come together

In love and unity

Oh what a world, what a day that would be

Cho

What are we fighting for

There's nothing there to gain

Why do we turn to war

When all it brings is pain

Why can't we learn

From lessons of the past

Love is the answer, Only love will last

Verse 2

Imagine a world with no hate

Where no one discriminates,

Because of our differences and how we choose to live

We have got to learn to live with one another,

Forget the past and look towards the future

Cho Bridge A world with no more war Let's erase the scars Open up your heart And make a fresh new start There's no other way It's the order of the day Before the war is done, We would all fade away

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[no-cinnamon-for-synonym]

Listen, I'm all for people having their own opinions on the show, but I do think a kinder tone and taking a step back would be good. Nothing is straightforward. There's a lot of nuance in this show, so I think we should be nuanced in our views as well. I'll break up my views into two parts like you.

Runaan

I like a good bit of drama in my media, which is why I like the idea of Runaan being against Rayllum in the beginning. I'm sure it will change once he's realised that they were made for each other and that humans actually aren't all that bad. But Runaan still has lingering bigotry within him. Getting over that takes a lot of hard work and time. It's not a quick and easy process. Trust me, I know.

Now, I don't think Runaan is going to be outright aggressive or anything, but it won't be easy for him to accept this new reality either. He's going through a lot, the poor guy, and everything is going to be so hard to come to terms with; he's been imprisoned for two years, he's alive (and wants to be alive--there will be a lot to come to terms with there and all the implications it brings), his husband has been grieving and alone, humans and elves are more or less getting along, the dragon prince has been returned, his whole existence will be put into question, his daughter has been ghosted because of his choices, and now his baby girl is all grown up and dating a human. That's... a lot.

He just got out of the coin. He's not exactly processing things at a normal rate because of the trauma and emotions. He probably didn't even register his surroundings properly. He's in shock. I've been in shock several times and I will say that you really don't have a grasp on reality or anything going on while in that state. You're kind of just... going along with whatever is happening. We really can't determine how Runaan will react to Callum yet until season 7 begins.

Ezran

I think something to remember is that, like you said, Ezran is just a kid. He doesn't have the emotional maturity or reasoning of an adult yet. Throughout the series, Ezran has been portrayed as extremely mature for his age to a point slightly beyond reason, I'd say. Creative liberties have been taken for that, and while I'm not complaining, it is important to remember that even Ezran has boundaries. He really hasn't processed the death of his father from what we've seen.

Deep Below, a TDP short story, highlights Ezran's unprocessed grief and trauma really well. Here are some key points that I think will be important to watch out for in season 7:

He couldn’t help but imagine the scene, all of it playing out like grim theater before him, as though he’d been there, as though he’d stood by and watched it happen.vThat Moonshadow elf upon the castle ramparts, skulking toward his father’s chambers. The blood upon those exquisite elven blades. The red-tailed arrow armed with a mission declared by Zubeia herself—

...

Ezran considered the story, his hand still pressed to the cool surface of the gem. “It reminds her of her friend. Someone she lost.” “A pretty wound,” Pyrrah rumbled. “But—we’re using the Siren Stone for something good. We’re using it to call her to help us. The future is going to be different—” “Wounds fester. They do not leave pretty scars.”  [...] Ezran’s feet carried him back into the darkest part of the Arcus Vault, back to where the assassin’s arrow lay motionless on the ground. It stared up at him. Ezran felt a coldness twist its way around his heart. It took his lungs, too, and for a long moment he could not breathe, could not feel anything but an unfamiliar anger so potent it seized the whole of him, inside and out. Ezran stepped towards the arrow— —and stomped down on it as hard as he could. He wished he were bigger, stronger, he wished his boots were made of iron and not something soft. Still, it was enough. When he pulled his foot away, Ezran glared down at the arrow’s hawkish head, flattened and broken. Its ruby eye slipped from its socket, its black metal bent like frayed feathers. He left it there in the dark.

It's been made clear here that Ezran not only has unresolved trauma, but he blames Runaan for what happened. When it comes to unresolved trauma, someone is often painted as the villain. In this case, it's Runaan.

Do I think Ezran wants him dead? No. But we've seen from s6 that Ezran's mercy has limits. What I love about this show is how three dimensional they make their characters. It would be too easy to make Ezran this never ending fountain of love and forgiveness. It also wouldn't portray the human experience properly. We all have our faults, our limits, things that make us tick. We're human, after all. It would be an injustice to not allow Ezran the same things. It would be, in my opinion, a disservice to the show and to Ezran as a character.

It would also make things much less interesting. I mean, there's so much harm that has been done between Runaan and Katolis. To ignore that or brush it away would be unsatisfying and would leave a plot hole in the story. That's how the series started... you can't leave this unresolved. There's tension. Anger. Grief.

I'm not trying to argue with you, I'm just saying it might be a good idea to keep an open mind. Also, if you don't like someone's opinions, the block button is always free. You can also filter someone if you don't want to block them.

Some of yall are really annoying.

If I see one more person talk about, one runaan being a hater towards rayllum I'm gonna fight somebody, and two some idiot saying that Ezran is gonna hate or try to kill runaan for revenge or whatever I'm also gonna lose it.

First of all runaan didn't even react to seeing callum, let alone react negatively towards him. He basically just got out of a like two year comma, and yall fools are trying to say he's gonna make them breakup?? Where's the deductive reasoning skills I know yall kids were taught in school.

Just this episode we did a whole scene about love, and forgiveness. All about how runaan felt he betrayed himself by not trusting rayla, and how he also broke his promise by not coming back to ethari. And you still think he's gonna be some bigot hater after all that?

Next point is ezrans possible reaction to seeing runaan.

I'm sorry but it you think or want ezran to hate runaan or want him dead, then you lack media literacy, and you've never understood ezrans character.

Ezran forgave rayla season two, and more importantly he moved on from the ideas of revenge, and broke the cycle of hate created by king Harrow and viren season 3, remember? So did callum for that matter.

Ezrans whole story is about not being like Harrow admitting that the path he took was wrong, and choosing to be better.

Also Ez just learned that his entire kingdom was burned down, and lots of his people died and you think he's got time to focus on something like that he's KING.

It's sad that ezran is like ten, and more mature than most people in this Fandom.