#and heartbreak

[lizajane2]

I have never sobbed so much while fighting an enemy. Like they expected me to be okay after hearing Clive sob like that?! Or how Joshua said,

“His power may be absolute but so is ours… and so will yours be. With my light in your heart, not even a god might stop us.”

A few minutes later Clive says, “You’re still here.”

And they have Cid’s, Joshua’s and his father’s voice overlap while fighting Ultima and I’m just supposed to be normal about that? LIKE THE WRITERS EXPECT ME TO BE MENTALLY AND EMOTIONALLY STABLE?! YOU’RE JUST RUBBING SALT ON THE WOUND HERE.

But then, after everything, it’s just pain when they show past memories between Clive and Joshua. Like the moment where Joshua as a baby and his little hand grabs Clive’s finger… IT’S OKAY I’LL JUST GO SOB SOME MORE IN THE FUCKING CORNER AND TURN INTO A PUDDLE OF MY OWN TEARS!! IN FACT, JUST SHOOT ME IT’LL HURT LESS!!!

This story is about them. It’s always been about Clive and Joshua. Fuck the crystals, fuck Ultima and romance, (sorry Jill) none of the side shit matters. It’s their relationship, their bond and love they have for each other. And i love them.

Then Jill is fucking sobbing and Torgal is howling and I’m still processing this shit even though I knew what would happen in the end. And everything hurts.

[sevenate-9]

neither God nor Neil Gaiman appearing as sleep paralysis demons will stop me from finishing this GO fanfiction on this night i swear to redacted

[twelfth-dykector]

I AM REWATCHING THE TENTH DOCTORS RUN AND FUCKING HELLLLLLLLL. THE EMOTIONS CONVEYED BETWEEEN HIM AND ROSE!!!!!!!!!! IN EVERY FLEETING GLANCE!!!!!!!! IN THE EYE CONTACT!!!!!!!!! IN THE SHOULDER NUDGES!!!!!! IN THE INSIDE JOKES!!!!!!!

THE FUCKING CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY'RE SO HAPPY!!!! SO CAREFREE!!!!! SO IN LOVE!!!!!!!!!

[tbgkaru-woh]

I may seem very picky but honestly, despite having themes or dynamics i like or dislike, I'm able to love everything AS LONG as it has fixed dynamics of my preference.

No "switching as default", no "i used to too but now i will bottom for whatever reason", no "I'm bottoming now but I'm topping next time", no rapid character change just because there's stereotypes around what bottoms or tops act like. No. Just character preferring to be the bottom and default being seen and wanted as a bottom. That's it, that's all I want to be happy and all over someone's idea.

BUT IT'S SO RARE

[sweetcandygirl21]

is anyone else still feeling utterly overwhelmed by the lonestar finale or is it just me???

[twoheartsandatardis]

Pain is a gift

[aboutnavi]

...yes.

devastating that you can live somewhere and then move away and someone else moves in and they live there and you don’t live there anymore but you lived there once

[remanence-of-love]

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[suzypfonne]

Ooookay, first of all, how dare...

Second. Yes. Yes, I do.

[soul-from-another-era]

[pink-heart-writes]

[bezsenn-osc]

[emilybraydenblogs]

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

[minimalist-quotes]

Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than spend your life in the wrong room.

[dearstreetbabe]

September 24th, 2024

there's something i need to tell you

i am not the kind of person that attracts attention

the sunlight might bounce off of me in an interesting way,

enough to be noticed,

but like the pale light,

it continues to bounce and i am forgotten 

twisted middle school face

disgusting salty tears leak back out my nose because they have nowhere else to go

my eyes have no vacancy,

my eyelids are heavy and reddened,

swollen from a sudden onslaught 

gasping breath wafting weakly out of my throat like steam through the manhole cover of my hands

keep the music quiet,

keep the light on,

keep away sign on the door

i will not show you

you can't see this

this obscene underbelly,

warped and strained and blistered from the exertion of my diaphragm 

you can't fucking touch it

you'll burn it more

stop

stop it

get away from me

amongst choking sobs,

a chicken wail of grief for something i don't know

i don't know

so stop asking.