#extra heartbreak

[zyafics]

okay but the tension that would’ve been in the room or even waiting room when rafe showed up??

yes, and ykw, i wanna write this

rafe's hands are shaking when he walks up the reception's desk. the low beeps of pagers hung on nurses and low-volume buzz of the waiting room's tv contrasts the racing beats of his heart.

the receptionist looks up at him, offering a gentle smile as rafe picks up the plastic pen and scrawled his name across the sheet. it's terrible. he doesn't even know he completed the rest of cameron before it flattens into a long scribbled line. when he lays the writing instrument back down on clipboard, the woman picks it up—reciting his name before asking for his purpose of visit.

he says your name.

she types something into the ancient computer, which blinks and blinks with anticipation before a catalog prints. the woman recites your name—to clarify, to check, or to taunt him, he doesn't know—before iterating your room number.

he's never made his way down the hallway so quick.

his hands are clammy by his side. his pulse in his throat. he can feel the heavy weight of each step behind his gait, the way he's moving closer and closer to your room. and just as he's about two doors away, someone opens the door—and cleo slides out.

her eyes widen at she sees you. before it shifts into a protected look and she marches up to you. "she's not—"

"i need to see her—"

"she's not responding—"

"i need to see her—"

"rafe, you should leave—"

"i need to see her."

he didn't know how much time he can repeat it before he snaps. he's already hanging on a thin line, one on the verge of breaking with just the right tug, and cleo is pulling the thread with precision. he doesn't boast hatred for the pogue, not by a long shot—because he knows all this defensiveness comes from being your appointed best friend—but he won't lie and say she didn't tick him off.

cleo wires her jaw shut, running her hands down her cargo pants. she looks away, rafe seeing nothing but the hardened profile of her face, as she contemplates. she's acting as if she's security. as if the person inside that room—you—needed protection from him. it surges a line of irritation up his chest, and rafe can't stop himself before saying.

"she needs me."

cleo's expression snaps to rafe and a heat of defiance flickers through her gaze. "needs you?" she repeats lowly, the slip of her bahamian accent cutting at her punctuation. "she needed you hours ago, rafe. you weren't there."

"i didn't know."

"you didn't know or you didn't care?"

rafe huffs at the accusation. "i told you, my dad took my phone—"

"sure," cleo scoffs, before crossing her arms. "and all those other times you didn't respond to her, that was daddy's fault too?"

he says nothing. can offer nothing. he doesn't know how much cleo knows about your relationship with him, but he won't put it past her to know too much.

and him not being able to say anything? it's because she's not wrong.

that's the worse fucking part.

rafe claps his hands together. almost timidly. almost in desperate. before he looks at the girl who blocks his path. "look. i know you don't trust me, and i get it—but that's my girl. that's my kid. and whether or not you want me in there isn't up to you, it's her. just let me see her, once." and he pauses, before he adds. the plead on his tongue. "please."

cleo says nothing. for the longest time. and each stretch of a second—fuck, even a millisecond—feels like a knife to the gut. he just wants to see you. see your face. make sure, in some capacity, that you're okay. that's all he needs to know. he'll be damned if he left the hospital without it.

and finally, she concedes. cleo steps to the side, allowing rafe to grab the knob of the door with a twist. and slowly, with his pulse still in his throat, he steps inside.

cleo follows quietly behind.

the room is sterile and white. the windows are covered with a sheen curtain, and there's a consistent beat that echoes from the monitor. a low hum buzzes from the corner of the room—the tv flipped to a random channel—and as rafe's eyes cascades down everything else first, he finally lands on you.

you laid on the hospital bed. emotionless. wordless. breathless. the IV is hooked to your arm as you stared into the vast nothingness of the world, blankness that coats your features and an resignation he never see on your face.

you didn't see him at first. didn't even acknowledge the change in cleo leaving the room before returning. but as your eyes lift up, climbing up the slow built of your boyfriend—your ex-boyfriend—your breath finally hitches in your throat as you reach his face.

"hi, baby."

this is ass, ok, i written this in like 20 mins because i have to go to work <3

[borgialucrezia]

If you were to rob my sword from me, my position, my respect, then there is a price to pay. If you take my honour...

"I think my favorite scene was with Jeremy [Irons] and the dagger. It's really big performances, all very different because it was all the drugs, all opium. It’s the best bit of directing, I think I experienced on the job. It’s a great cross section between myself and my performance being focused, and you’ve got Jeremy feeding all the lines and giving a great performance behind the camera. I think from that moment on, if you don’t have any sympathy for Juan, your heart is dead, and you’re holding too strongly on to his past mistakes and not letting him be forgiven because he’s very vulnerable in that scene." — DAVID OAKES

[gunthermunch]

Cassandra Goth and her husband, Darren Dreamer (ph. little Dirk Dreamer)

[ellsieee]

After rewatching the episode, @thisonelikesaliens is completely correct that Jiang Tian is the dramatic one.

There's a huge ass cockroach next to Sheng Wang, and Jiang Tian's instruction is to not move? Shouldn't it be move away quickly?? 🤔

But why waste an opportunity to kabedon your boy and look cool at the same time?

Since Jiang Tian has the cockroach trapped, what is the point of having Sheng Wang move slowly towards him? You'd think Jiang Tian was saving Sheng Wang from a bomb or something. 😂

The way he flung that roach away. It's someone else's problem now! I just hope that Jiang Tian had a chance to wash his hands before having that barbeque. 😅

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[bagheerita]

I have a massive crush on Richard Chamberlain so I never noticed until this rewatch just how shitty of a father-figure Archie is to Parker. Like, yeah he gave her the teaching to become the person she is and kept her from getting caught/killed when she was being a self-destructive 12-year-old but you'd think that, already having other children, he'd know she needed more than that; I guess he was too busy living a lie to understand that she needed to feel loved.

She parrots his own line back to him about not fitting in with his ""normal"" family and he's so relieved to be off the hook I guess he doesn't notice the absolute heartbreak on her face in this last shot. Yeah, she made her own family, but that doesn't mean she didn't need to feel loved and supported as a child, dude. You shouldn't have made that something she needed to do: you should have loved the child that you chose to take in and you should have given her a family, especially when you're up in here sir taking the name of our lord Cary Grant in vain.

[clarissaweasley-10]

Okay, let's face it, there is 0 chance that both Sandor AND Ro are gonna make it. So the question is who will?

[plumbus-central]

i put off drawing them as ponies for a long time but making these was some of the most fun i've had in a while

credit to @pinelessness for the idea that rick is a non-unicorn who creates his own horn thru magic

[bloodlyst]

[str8upspam]

I'd laugh... but I spent 22k diamonds...

[illmoraineakoi]

I just had a devastating theory

The Victim of arc 3 isn't the original Victim, but a copy from the animation that was uploaded to Newgrounds.

A copy that was freed when The Chosen One and The Dark Lord attacked Newgrounds, allowing him to escape with the other fleeing sticks to the Outernet.

Where he later discovered that the original, real, version of himself had actually existed and had really been killed by The Animator.

And became overwhelmed by an all-consuming rage at his 'creator'; for killing his true self, for creating him just to torture him, for completely forgetting he ever existed. A rage that turned into the relentless quest for vengeance we know of.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

mxtxtober day 2: rain

@vampirefaun’s fic Thousand Gold Come-And-Go Stew is the canonical Hua Cheng memory loss extra to me so go read it if you haven’t already! I’ve wanted to make fanart of it for a while, and even did a sketch in August (below the cut) but finally got around to it because of today’s prompt :)

the sketch i made in august ↓. the colors on this were already pretty harmonized so i colormapped them a little bit more to use as a palette for my final drawing.

[thegollux]

this is off topic to that other post so i’m not adding it there but i just want to add...

if it took agony to make you great, I wish you had stayed mediocre. if it took surviving others hatred to make you funny, I wish you had had the chance to stay boring. there is no art so beautiful that i would not trade it in an instant for setting the artist free from cruelty. But I don’t think any of that suffering gave you your moments of genius; it was inside you all along.

it’s true that many people DO create beauty out of their own pain, and i applaud them for it. I just wish they lived in a society that let them create beauty out of joy, instead.

And mostly I can’t help but think of all the people whose greatness, genius, art, and beauty was instead snuffed out by the world before it got a chance to shine

[halfassaultedbrain]

i can't—

[darlin-djarin]

i can't believe jar jar and qui gon broke up :(