#cry me an ocean
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kinoritik13 · 6 months ago
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Cry me an ocean, Crowley…
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lolmanthecat · 2 years ago
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When you need help in your writing endeavours so you ask for the help of those before you, the help of those who suffered before you.
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bubbl3solution · 1 month ago
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something about maui originally becoming a demigod after being tossed into the sea to die and being thrown into the ocean again as he turns back into a human, becoming mortal again but not for a second regretting his sacrifice. i need to sit down
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eyefoes · 8 months ago
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dadtaro + uncle polnareff brainrot bc i can't stop thinking about them
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codeinesturniolo · 6 months ago
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never let this bitch make a edit again.
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the-bitter-ocean · 8 months ago
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(ACT 5 SPOILERS) Ageswap MDP Moments (RUH ROH)
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courtesanofdeath · 10 months ago
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Kujo Jotaro ★ Stone Ocean
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irishyuri · 2 years ago
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the funerals these poor fuckers had to go through post-canon is something i think about a lot. survivors guilt and whatnot
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vashvana · 17 days ago
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If I had a dime for every time I was infatuated with a black, white haired villain from a popular manga/anime series who wears purple and commits evil because the trauma they endured as kids led them to develop unhealthy coping mechanisms, leading them to blindly place misguided faith in the manipulation of an alluring, golden colored character who is pure evil but amasses cult-like followings, ultimately resulting in some prophetic doomsday-like event, I’d have two dimes. Weird that that’s happened twice.
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krsnaradhika · 2 months ago
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something something about the peace in his eyes. the wisdom in them. the calm of his temples. the stillness of his visage. something about the way he's ever ready to lead. he holds her hand and walks ahead. she follows as she loves to. a bow on his shoulders, and a flute tucked safely in his waistband. the swarthy skin of his glinting beautifully against her pale one. he is more full of life, she is a ghostly shadow of it.
“and what if it doesn't work out? what if i fail? what if i disappoint you and them again? lord, what if this is a dead end?” she implores and shivers in terror, wincing as she tries to hide behind his back. a cold gust of wind goes by and raises the hackles on her. a wickedly restless heart thumps wildly in her chest. he smiles and holds her hand tighter, the gleam of his dark irises multiplying manifolds.
“and what if you just trust me and let them talk? how about you do your best, and let go of everything else? what then, sakhi? you know what karmayoga is, now, don’t you?”
they stop at the frothing ocean lapping at their feet, sand slipping away like an illusive trap. fishes and conch shells line before them, the moonlight dancing on the waves. the nightfall has never been darker, except for the one when he had arrived. the distraction is fascinating but her fingers tighten around him unnecessarily, some part of her knowing that she might be lost.
she heaves a breath and blinks away her tears— no, you must not leave me to myself again. you must not take away this assurance of your touch, lord— “then i find you again?”
his eyes crinkle in crescents— naive sakhi, always forgets the same thing and always comforts herself the same way. cries and cries but never quite drifts away. never too gone to not be saved— “then i find you again. beyond the ties of right and wrong, uncaring of how tainted your soul maybe from your past lives and actions. i find you, and we walk through the shores again— as forever companions.”
“promise?” her drenched eyelashes look up to his looming handsome face and she sniffles, ridiculous to every bit as a few last stray tears of hers are brushed away by a lotus palm.
a soft sort of longing is in his heart too. “oh i haven't been surer of anything else.”
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mangoslixes · 2 years ago
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It is my belief that the World (or, if you will, the House, since the two are for all practical purposes identical) wishes an Inhabitant for Itself to be a witness to its Beauty and the recipient of its Mercies.
mutuals as books I love: @therefugeofbooks as Piranesi
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darushi-chan · 10 months ago
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¿𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻, 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔? It can either numb you... Or haunt you to death.
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deadbaguette · 5 months ago
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Doomed mothers in greek mythology they could never make me hate you (Demeter, Thetis, Clytemnestra, Penelope, Andromache, etc)
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idonsul · 4 months ago
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What do you guys know about doomed siblings??
This was a prompt I took through @asoiafpalestine If you’d like something similar to this, donate $15 CAD or more to Siraj’s campaign (link and more info on the account).
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twopercentboy · 2 months ago
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polyamory on prime time television‼️‼️
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yinblanc · 1 year ago
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"You rely on wit and people die on it" if someone said that to me I will cry big fat tears odysseus youre so strong
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