#fiveyearsgone

[zara2148]

On the one hand, he kind of absolutely deserved it even if he wasn't the bomb, buy on the other hand I'm surrounding FiveYearsGone! Sylar sanity took several hits from the way other characters all but talked him up as a monster while he posed as Nathan.

(Actually, considering he bothers to even bring it up when he starts fighting Future Peter.... yeah, definitely seems to be a sore spot that he got the blame. Hilarious, though, to imagine the pedantic lectures he's had to hold back about that).

Also like... what was his plan for his future if he's gotten tired of being the President, stealing powers and just wants to kill all other specials to feel like the most special? What then, back to restoring time pieces?

I assume he's just desperate enough internally to hope it will finally be enough, knowing he's the only special left in the world... but yeah. Canon of later seasons suggests no, it wouldn't.

[eastcotelane]

I wish it hadn’t been St. George’s Day... this isn’t the day I want to remember. but every year it comes, I see the red rose and remember... ♥️🥀 #cantbelieveitsfiveyears #fiveyearsgone #stgeorgesday #remembrance #missingyou — view on Instagram http://bit.ly/2USiBDA

[jennblogsbooks]

Happy Sock Sunday! It is yet another rainy day and I am determined to go through several bookstacks that are getting out of control. Wish me luck because these piles are huge 👀 . 🧦 . Thank you to @tlcbooktours for sending me a free copy of FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force. This book releases on Tuesday and sounds like a great mix of romance, heartbreak, and action adventure. . 🧦 . Goodreads synopsis: . The most brazen terrorist attack in history. A country bent on revenge. A love affair cut short. A heart that never truly heals. I knew on the day of the attack that our lives were changed forever. What I didn’t know then was that I’d never see John again after he deployed. One day he was living with me, sleeping next to me, making plans with me. The next day he was gone. That was five years ago. The world has moved on from that awful day, but I’m stuck in my own personal hell, waiting for a man who may be dead for all I know. At my sister’s wedding, I meet Eric, the brother of the groom, and my heart comes alive once again. The world is riveted by the capture of the terrorist mastermind, brought down by U.S. Special Forces in a daring raid. Now I am trapped between hoping I’ll hear from John and fearing what’ll become of my new life with Eric if I do. . 🧦 . #socksunday #booksinbed #socksofinstagram #sockstagram #fiveyearsgone #marieforce #tlcbooktours #booktour #zebrapublishing #newrelease #rainydayreads #booksandrain #wovenpear https://www.instagram.com/p/BoE6cNmhhuG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kooc6lgne95g

[acklelantern]

There is a blog I have been trying to find since I accidentally deleted my blog in November. Their url was something along the lines of fiveyearsgone They were super sweet and I miss them alot.

DAMN MY BRAIN NOT REMEMBERING URLS

[so-keep-in-happiness-97-blog]

I can't believe it's been 5 years already... June 25, 2009, the world lost a singer, a philanthropist, a dancer, a humanitarian, simply the world lost Michael Jackson ✨ ❤️ #restinpeace #fiveyearsgone #michaeljackson #wemissyou

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omg haha theres a wild dean winchester rearing its head in the corner this blogs funnn sorry im a little drunk

hahaha this just made my day thanks

[maxmundan]

Memories lie scattered forgotten on the floor so many broken spoons and soiled cotton balls and drops of errant blood Memories stand on methadone lines passing judgment on the others who have it better who have it worse who have it different Memories pay for back alley abortions for lonely women whose faces are fog and whose names only a mist Memories sit on bus-stop benches waiting for dime-bags that never arrive and sexless girlfriends who promise a taste just a taste come on, bitch give me a taste Memories are rolled up into a ball in the middle of the night waiting for the dark to end for the cold to cease for the womb to return for a touch one touch, any touch a quick and simple touch to return Memories lay strapped and shackled to a hospital gurney with a tube in the arm and one in the nose with the drip drip drip the slow unending drip drip drip of life of love of me There are five years five years gone five long years gone from my memories

Max Mundan, Five Years Gone

© David Rutter 2015

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You have rocking hair (｡◕‿◕｡)

Thank you!! :D that was like two years ago but I cut and colored it myself, so yeah, thanks c: