#forever mourning what could have been

[wecouldbesohappy]

Keanu Reeves & River Phoenix // Romeo & Juliet

[sincenewyorks]

I want a sequel for so many reasons but omgsh I really want TZP and Nick to do proper promo.

we deserve a proper promo season 😭

[flintsilvers]

sorry for putting carnival row on your dash again i just had the craziest dream and i got nostalgic

[fortheloveofscisaac]

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Can you believe this is more than 10 years after Daniel appeared on Teen Wolf. And STILL the amount of chemistry between these 2 is crazy. Like I have watched alot of Daniel content and this is one of the only times you hear him truly laugh. I just feel like this is proof that Scisaac could have been something if they went with it. I will forever be mad they didn't.

[mayabishopgold]

Maya, Andy & Ryan | Station 19 - 1x05 "Shock to the System"

[mssi]

it’s clear that this team just can’t multitask they either play good in the league or in the champions league but not both

[jamieswoodenspoon]

i wish tlh hadn’t been the penultimate series sandwiched between the more popular modern day series of tda and twp, overshadowed by the original tmi series and being the lesser known sequel to its parent prequel tid

plus its publication dates were so unfortunate that it all blends into a horrible concoction of most people not having read/been invested in it

[kandicon]

Hey do you ever think about how Ygraine's death probably impacted Arthur a lot more than "Morgause's" "death" did? Mordred was just a baby when the saxons took him in, at the very least he was young enough to have no lasting memories of Arthur. But in hnoc we see how strongly Arthur loves, how the death of any of his partners is not acceptable to him even if it means he could have power on par with a God's. The loss of his wife (one of two) would be absolutely devastating to him, especially so close after their child was born.

Do you think Mordred would ever consider telling Arthur his original identity, if he ever hears Arthur recounting the tale of the caravan, but stops himself upon seeing Arthur speak of Morgause's fate and not once shedding a tear until he speaks of Ygraine?

Imagine being the only one to come back when a large part of family dies and knowing, despite your father's joy to hold you in his arms again, there is someone else he wished returned more so than you. And that, more than anything else, is a feeling you cannot share with him, as the mother who died as you laid against her is not even half as much of a mother to you as is the one who tore you out of her arms.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

JUSTICE FOR DAVINA CLAIRE I'M SO FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK OFF OH MY FUCKING GOD

[pixelizedprince]

I do wish that DATV would actually put your rook/inquisitors names that you take the time to type into the game just, in the text as the person speaking. Idk. They hardlocked us into last names too for??? Say it cowards. Say my last name if I can't change it. let me be like "ah ahhhh for safety please call me Rook. For your safety. For my safety." Like? Whats the POINT uuhhghh

** mourn watch gets a few mentions of theirs i do know that, congratulations crypt babies 👏💕

[sskk-manifesto]

Omg I actually enjoyed this episode quite a bit!!!

[randomjreader]

I'm so fucking happy that juke is endgame 😭 but at the same time I'M SO PISSED THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF SEEING JUKE BECOME ENDGAME

And 5 seasons??? WE COULD HAVE SEEN IT HAPPEN ACROSS 5 SEASONS?? NOT TO MENTION THE DEVELOPMENT OF WILLEX TOO. AND STORYLINES FOR REGGIE AND CARRIE AND EVERYONE AS INDIVIDUALS. ALL THAT MUSIC WE COULD HAVE HAD, ALL THE CUTE FLUFFY MOMENTS BETWEEN OUR JULIE AND OUR PHANTOMS AND THEIR FRIENDS. THEY WERE ROBBED. WE WERE ROBBED.

Thank you Kenny Ortega, the true MVP, for fighting so hard for jatp and trying to buy the rights to it so we could have had them back 😭💓 And to Netflix? Fuck you.

[soryualeksi]

I found a Youtube channel of some local, uhm, blue light enthusiasts? Basically people SUPER into everything EMS and stuff and super into the vehicles lol.

Anyway, not sure how I feel about videos taken RIGHT outside my work filming the yard entrance with just. Documenting which Great Amazing Cars come out and why (like, sometimes with history of the individual car?).

I don't think it's anyone who works here or at least not on a regular basis, because usually people are like "the ambulance fan people are back and I'm uneasy ;_;" when they station outside lol.

Like. Good hobby? Love this shit? Love cars, too, love big cars, love ambulances? But somehow it's scary to get filmed and not talked to, because people are... fans of your work. (We have literally no entrance requirements lmao come join us it's what I did lmao.)

Was glad to see they pixilate our faces tho because every time they happen to film my car I make this O_O deer in the headlight "I'm autistic and I don't like my picture taken" face gdjrzjfz.

Like, I really don't wanna shit on their hobby, but I think I'd be more at ease to be filmed at like. The hospital. Where all our cars inevitably congregate anyway. Than actually being filmed driving the car out of the garage and onto the street at our home station. Where we just. Exist.

Oh, I think I get it, you know?

"Outside", like at a hospital, we are actively in Work Mode and whatever, document the Work and the Vehicles as long as you're not being a nuisance.

But when we're just leaving the station, we're only Getting Into Work Mode and also it's our place to just. Exist. Chill. Not in Work Mode. (It's something like a home tbh.)

Anyway, much rambling.

I don't wanna shit on their hobby, I just don't personally feel at ease with people filming us at the entrance of our home lol. Wait at the hospitals, maybe. Dunno. It's uncomfortable to me, personally. Not forbidding anyone anything and also maybe I just don't Get it. (The cars are amazing ok big reason I choose the job. They're so good.)

Ramble ramble.

[hillhousebi]

going 2 get wayyy too personal in the tags have fun if u decide 2 read 👍

[glassballdinosaurs]

Setbacks are unavoidable but giving up is unforgivable.

[catdia]

Lost in a Wild Rune

“Jayce— p-please slow down.” You whined. Throat straining against his hand.

He had you pressed against the wall of his abandoned workshop. Entering you with one thrust of his hips.

You came to his workshop to mourn his memory. Walk around the now ice cold fire pit and touch all those unfinished projects he had laying around.

Instead you found a broken Jayce, longer hair and full beard. Beautiful amber eyes uneasy and intense like never before. Talis hammer distorted with a Gem stone no longer blue.

A short emotion filled reunion. Hands grasping his dirty ruined coat. Nails digging into his clothing to see if this all was real. That he was flesh and bone.

You had so many questions about what and why. Before you could even get them out your mouth he claimed you with a kiss. Stripping you of your bottoms and shoved into a cold wall.

“I missed you so much, baby. I’ve become crazy without you.” He moan into your ear. Teeth sinking into your neck. Marking your skin red.

What happened to the man that used to make love to you so tenderly? The one that would give and give, and never take.

You refuse to believe that the man that was fucking you so hard was your lover.

He was pounding away at your entrance. Leg brace scrapping the outsides of your thighs. Your ass bouncing against his pelvis each time he thrusted into your weeping cunt. Other hand holding your arms behind your back making your wrists hurt.

He was so hairless before. Claiming he liked to be groomed for you. But seeing him shirtless with hair on his chest and a happy trail pointing to his cock made your cunt drool.

Jayce smelled of musk. The hand on your neck calloused by the lack of gloves. He wasn’t the council member you last saw.

He was just a man with the primal urge to fuck. And that made you unbelievably willing.

“Jayce, please, i-it’s too much!” tears were escaping your eyes. Your moans and cries echoed through the workshop walls. As if those walls were mocking you.

“My beautiful girl.”

He growled like an animal, having your velvety walls contract on his shaft was pure heaven. After months of pain and mental strain your skin was a much needed pill.

Balls slapping against your little abused clit deliciously. They were so backed up and heavy. Full of creamy seed. Head of his cock hitting your sweet spot just right. Squirming to get out of his hold, fearing of cumming too quickly. You wanted to savor his lust.

You almost forgot how big he was. Without any prep the shock of having him inside you was great, the burn was mouthwatering.

“How I’ve missed this pussy. Fuck, can’t wait to breed you.” He moaned between hollow breaths.“Should have done it sooner. I need to make you mine, baby.”

You were his the moment you met. Forever and always.

“Make me yours, Jayce. Fuck me full with your fat cock!”

He let go of your arms and neck. You braced yourself on the cold concrete. Palms violently grabbing the flesh of your hips, dragging them to meet the start of his shaft and all the way to the tip.

“Give yourself to me, muñeca—”

He came screaming your name, coating your cervix in white.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Jayce pulled you flat on his chest.

His hands pressing on your lower tummy. The pressure made you see stars, throwing your head back on his shoulder. Arching your back. Jayce captured your lips in a kiss, beard scratchy against your chin.

He made quick work of your clit with his fingers. Slapping her a few times making your body shiver and whine out.

“Jayceeeeee— I’m gonna cum!”

“Cream all over my cock, baby.” You came on his shaft. Body convulsing by the lack of release you haven’t had in months.

“That’s it, that’s it…” Jayce slowly pulled out with a hiss. Spreading your cheeks apart to see his cum dripping out of your swollen lips.

Your legs were like jelly, if it wasn’t for him turning his back against the wall and sliding you down to the floor your knees you have been bleeding.

Jayce wrapped his arms around you. They were more muscular than you remembered. You were all fucked out. Hair in every direction, sweat coating your brow. But this Jayce didn’t care.

He was smelling your body, nuzzling his nose into every crevice of your skin. Licking and tasting you as if you were going to disappear.

A giggle filled Jayce’s ears.

“Your beard is tickling me, baby.”

He smiled like a lunatic. Kissing the back of your hand. “It is? Do you like it?”

“Mmm I love it, Jayce. And the hair too.” You said tracing his jaw with your knuckles.

You missed each other’s joy so much.

You saw the pain in his eyes, one of a massive headache that cannot even be controlled by morphine. The way the lines of his nose scrunched up in discomfort. What happened to your lover?

The hormones of sex and bliss slowly diminishing.

“What happend to you? Why did you leave me alone?” You broke down in his chest. Ugly crying like he has never seen before.

“Sshhh, baby, please don’t cry. I’m right here with you.” Jayce cradled your head in his large palms. Bringing his lips up to your eyes and drinking your tears.

“I don’t even know where to begin…”

“Start with why the Hexcore has tuned into an angry human tissue sample.”

You pushed a strand of hair behind his ears. Massaging the sides of his temple with little pressure. Making him sigh in relief.

His gaze was focused, like the young inventor you saw for the first time in his blown-up apartment.

“Ok. Well, it all happened so fast after the attack—”