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madly in love with him btw ^
#thought about the poem and his voice again and just fell to my knees#have not been able to think about anything else hes so sick for releasing snippets when we wont get the full versions any time soon#and dumbass twitter autoscrolls you to the next video now so i cant even loop it effectively 🙄#dreamwastaken
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Cries, dies, resurrects, dies again, resurrects again, EXPLODES, reassembles, OUUUUUUGH BWAAAAAAAAAHH [normal now] this Pinoko is so cute
#YHE RAINCOAT#dies forever#ressurects forever OUUUUUGGGHHTHD#every picture i found of the raincoat outfit was like 6 pixels#fell to my knees weeped the lil darlin of all time#⛈️#tezuka star system#pinoko#pinoko black jack#whats she from again?#oh yeah#black jack#<< it would be called the pinoko show if the world were perfect and sparkling
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So yesterday I went christmas-shopping with my family and we went to a gamestore where I faintly heard a familiar angelic voice. Turns out one of the screens was playing FFXIII trailers with My Hands on repeat
#i heard Leona Lewis and I almost fell to my knees in public#it hasn't even been a year since the last time I played this game but this trailer already gave me the desire to play it again#I also forced my little brother to look at it for a little while. he needs to know what peak looks like#I love this game!!! Seeing it in the wild was so cool!!!#ffxiii#final fantasy xiii#ff13#final fantasy 13#ff#final fantasy
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??? fucking freak (he’s talking about gman)
#freemind#freeman’s mind#freemans mind#gordon freemind#my art#the quality i just fell to my knees not again….
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Y’all have tempted me enough with delicious tidbits of bakudeku canon that I’m now off to go rewatch the entire series and potentially get back into fanfic writing for it. I make no promises (because fengqing has me in it’s thrall), but damn is bakudeku getting interesting 👀
#I fell out of the fandom when it looked like horikoshi was queerbaiting but at this point ngl I’m pretty extra sure he’s straightbaiting#which is the OPPOSITE of a problem and in fact such a mood#he has one chapter left to prove me wrong I guess.. he could technically still queerbait us#but he’d have to really hate his career to do it at this point#pretty sure majority of his fans would riot and then refuse to ever read his works again#he’d be shooting himself in the knees#bakudeku#bnha#bnha spoilers#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#kohei horikoshi#mha spoilers#bakugou katsuki#kacchan bakugo#deku#midoriya izuku
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TFS TUESDAY! BUT ACTUALLY TUESDAY THIS TIME!
#last chapter was a lot#IN A GOOD WAY#a lot in a good way#it kills me how if they would just TALK TO EACH OTHER this whole thing could have been completely avoided#but thats not how people work. especially not kids and also toichiro is gonna do everything in his stupid power to keep them from being#friends again#i know im cutting it close its almost wednesday#BUT THE KEY WORD IS ALMOST#ITS NOT WEDNESDAY YET#where i am its not#SO CLOSE but not quite#fun fact that alien stuffed animal is something i won from a claw machine second try and when i got it i kid you not i fell to my knees#because i was so shocked#i shouldnt have touched the floor though it was probably gross#i just noticed tome's hair in that picture is longer on one side than the other and its going to bug me forever#typing all of this is keeping me from reading it so i'm going to shut up for a minute and get to the new chapter
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. THIS IS A REAL HSR CHARACTER AND NONE OF YOU TOLD ME ????????????
#I FELL TO MY KNEES WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN#HEAVY BREATHING….. HEAVY BREATHING………..#might have to download it again… it’s getting serious……..#the … the stubble ……….. gulp…#the tie….. the tiddie window…….. what the hell is wrong w him…………..#ari noises ✩
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angel bro…
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#as if tomorrow wasnt gna be painful enough i fell in the shower and my knee has doubled in size hehe i wna cry#(i already did but i will again)#i need to b rescued by rich person tht supports me in stayin home n playing games n crocheting n cuddling cats
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I'm being so serious rn if I ever talk about doing another fringe festival run in the next like 3 years at least send me to fucking therapy. It is a cry for help. This is bad for me.
#im over halfway at least. but fucking christ.#ive barely seen anyone i care about for weeks. im hardly sleeping. im in knee braces and im still in pain.#13 hours a day of people yelling at me. the busiest ive ever seen public transport. eating the most random sporadic shit.#no hobbies. very few friends or family. crying twice a day. i still havent been paid. binding!! binding 7am til midnight!!!! daily!!!!!#my whole body hurts im physically mentally emotionally exhausted im desperately lonely im not doing the things that make me feel fulfilled#when my loved ones are free im either working or passed out in pain and exhaustion#the boss is enabling all sorts of bullshit yet again#im not able to be a person anyone i care about deserves to know#and that makes me not want to know me either#that is at least when i have enough fractions of a spoon left to feel anything at all except upset or numb#i NEED this all to be over#my next free day is my sisters 21st birthday next month my fucking baby sister is turning 21 and i dont know what to get her#i dont have a brain im not being!! a person worth knowing!!!!#my gran fucking fell the other day she's hurt ive not visited her in ages bc of work and finance i want to see my wee gran i want#to buy her ice cream and tell her i love her#i had to clean up an old guy who smashed his face on the pavement today and im just putting That trauma off til at least mid September#my BEST FRIEND gets MARRIED next week#and i can barely think about it because im on empty#im on below empty#they deserve so much better from me#im out. im not doing this again. not like this.
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I’ve been thinking about this fanart for an entire day now…….. and it reminds me of just how grateful I am that Gege doesn’t care about romancing the kids in his story, or just romance in general, but especially the kids because my goodness, if this were any other generic shounen, well, it would’ve been kind of obvious that Maki and Yuuta would’ve been “endgame,” on some Naruto shit (because of that one basic rule in shounen is that the male MC is supposed to marry and have kids with the first girl he befriends in the story) but aHA ☝🏾🤓, jjk is not like that at all! See, if this were any other generic shounen, unfortunately, Maki and Yuuta would still be smashed together despite that being Gojo’s body… a grown ass man who used to be her teacher 🗿… are you following me… (thank god Gege doesn’t romance the kids, man. Any other mangaka would’ve been like “hell yeah, that sounds great-“ and write this shit like it would be normal. We don’t… need it… He’s gonna kill Yuuta off most likely anyway.)
#I haven’t even read the chapter yet but based off of how kenjaku’s ct works… Yuuta would definitely be stuck inside of Gojo’s body#if he survives at least#for the rest of his life unless Shoko can put him back in one piece#well I guess not rest of his life since kenjaku can bounce from host to host but idk man knowing gege#he’d just kill Yuuta and move on#uhhh#fell to my knees when I first saw this fanart my head hurts#it’s silly tho I cried#rambling#sorry for talking about jjk again 🚶🏾♀️#jjk spoilers
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Taps hands together ,,,,, I CAN ,,, FINALLY WRITE THE ONE THING I'VE BEEJ WANTING TO ,,,, I THINK ,,,,,,
#sydneys thoughts#I Must . Its for me and my motives i must I MUST#Itd be rlly funny if i happen to fall asleep right now and slap my knee in the morning Like. GOD DAMN IT AMEERA. YOU FELL ASLEE AGAIN
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fresh tattoo on my leg feels exactly how it felt to scrape my knee as a kid, a sensation I didn't realise I had gone so long without and didn't know it was possible to miss. there's a poem in there somewhere for sure
#you know. the sharp sting and the dull ache. the sensation of having Achieved Something one way or another#something about how at some point you climbed a tree/ fell off your bike/ slipped running in the rain/ misjudged a jump or a thorny bush#for the last time as a kid. and you didnt know it was the last time when it was happening and you probably dont remember when that was now#shared sensations between the child self and the adult self etc etc#every movement of my knee and i am eight years old being told i look like ive been through the wars again#you know. like how you miss how it felt to lose a tooth and feel the place where it was with your tongue#normal things to get nostalgic about im sure#beep beep caelan
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the fact that logan begged rory to ‘jump’ with him again while he proposed but also gave her a way out in their original jump in 5.07 but now he’s standing there, hopeful, begging her to say the words “you jump, i jump, jack” as she did 3 and half years ago when they just met but all she could give him is “i love the idea of being married to you, but i can’t” just breaks my heart and haunts me at night.
#she refused to jump with him again#rory fell out of love in s7 but logan never did#he still loves her#he still waiting for her to change her mind and be with him#he still wants her#makes you wonder how much effort logan put into this relationship when rory just. vibed with it for a while#i’m not saying she didn’t loved logan i’m sure she did#but he forever gonna love her and she’s just. she can’t#‘everybody moved on but i’m sit there mind my business if our love died young i can’t bear witness’#‘and if you ever think you got it wrong i’m right where you left me’ - logan in ayitl#do you understand#he was begging on his knees for her and she refused#logan x rory#logan huntzberger#rory gilmore#or speaks now
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pov: you're clumsy
boss bitch doja cat // cloud 9 beach bunny
#i'm being melodramatic i only made this bc i fell today and fucked up my knee AGAIN#bc last month i fell on that same knee and fucked it up and the bruise took forever to heal#anyways justice for clumsy girls ✊#web weaving#ww#mine#doja cat#beach bunny
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"I didn't break," she said quietly. His heart cracked at the words. "I didn't tell them anything."
She didn't say it for praise, to boast. But rather to tell him, her consort, of where they stood in this war. What their enemies might know.
"I knew you wouldn't," he managed to say.
"She ... she tried to convince me that this was the bad dream. When Cairn was done with me, or during it, I don't know, she'd try to worm her way into my mind." She glanced around the cave, as if she could see the world beyond it. "She spun fantasies that felt so real..." She bobbed under the surface. Perhaps she'd needed the cooling water of the lake to be able to hear her own voice again; perhaps she needed the distance between them so she could speak these words. She emerged, slicking back her hair with a hand. "They felt like this."
Half of him didn't want to know, but he asked, "What sort of illusions?"
A long pause. "It doesn't matter now."
Too soon to push—if ever.
Then she asked softly, "How long?"
It took the entirety of his three centuries of training to keep the devastation, the agony for her, from his face. "Two months, three days, and seven hours."
Her mouth tightened, either at the length of time, or the fact that he'd counted every single one of those hours apart.
She ran her fingers through her hair, its strands floating around her in the water. Still too long for two months to have passed. "They healed me after each ... session. So that I stopped knowing what had been done and what was in my mind and where the truth lay." Erase her scars, and Maeve stood a better chance at convincing her none of this was real. "But the healers couldn't remember how long my hair was, or Maeve wanted to confuse me further, so they grew it out." Her eyes darkened at the memory of why, perhaps, they had needed to regrow her hair in the first place.
"Do you want me to cut it back to the length it was when I last saw you?" His words were near-guttural.
"No." Ripples shivered around her. "I want it so I can remember."
What had been done to her, what she'd survived and what she had protected.
Even if the woman treading water before him didn't seem to have vengeance on her mind. Not so much as a hint of the burning rage that fueled her.
He didn't blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all.
But he'd work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.
Aelin dunked her head, and when she emerged, she said, "Maeve was about to put a Valg collar around my neck. She left to retrieve it." The scent of her lingering fear drifted toward him, and Rowan lurched a step closer to the water's edge. "It's why I—why I got away. She had me moved to the army camp for safekeeping, and I ..." Her voice stalled, yet she met his stare. Let him read the words she could not say, in that silent way they'd always been able to communicate. Escape wasn't my intention.
"No, Fireheart," he breathed, shaking his head, horror creeping over him. "There ... there was no collar."
She blinked, head angling. "That was a dream, too?"
His heart cracked as he struggled for the words. Made himself voice them. "No—it was real. Or Maeve thought it was. But the collars, the Valg presence ... It was a lie that we crafted. To draw Maeve out, hopefully away from you and Doranelle."
Only the faint lapping of water sounded. "There was no collar?"
Rowan lowered himself to his knees and shook his head. "I—Aelin, if I'd known what she'd do with the knowledge, what you'd decide to do-"
He might have lost her. Not from Maeve or the gods or the Lock, but from his own damned choices. The lie he'd spun.
Aelin drifted beneath the surface again. So deep that when the flare happened, it was little more than a flutter. The light burst from her, rippling across the lake, illumining the stones, the slick ceiling above. A silent eruption. His breathing turned ragged. But she swam toward the surface again, light streaming off her body like tendrils of clouds. It had nearly vanished when she emerged.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say. Again, that angle of the head. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He did, though. He'd added to her terror, her desperation. He'd— "If you had not planted that lie for Maeve, if she had not told me, I don't think we'd be here right now," she said.
He tried to rein in the twisting in his gut, the urge to reach for her, to beg for her forgiveness. Tried and tried.
She only asked, "What of the others?" She didn't know-couldn't know how and why and where they'd all parted ways. So Rowan told her, as succinctly and calmly as he could.
When he finished, Aelin was quiet for long minutes.
She stared out into the blackness, the rippling of her treading water the only sound. Her body had nearly lost that freshly forged glow.
Then she pivoted back toward him. "Maeve said you and the others were in the North. That you'd been spotted by her spies there. Did you plant that deception for her, too?"
He shook his head. "Lysandra has been thorough, it seems."
Aelin's throat bobbed. "I believed her." It sounded like a confession, somehow.
So Rowan found himself saying, "I told you once that even if death separated us, I would rip apart every world until I found you." He gave her a slash of a smile. "Did you really believe this would stop me?'
She pursed her mouth, and at last, those agonizing emotions began to surface in her eyes. "You were supposed to save Terrasen."
"Considering that the sun shines, I'd say Erawan hasn't won yet. So we'll save it together."
He didn't let himself think of the final cost of destroying Erawan. And Aelin seemed in no hurry to discuss it, either, as she said, "You should have gone to Terrasen. It needs you."
"I need you more." He didn't balk from the stark honesty roughening his voice. "And Terrasen will need you, too. Not Lysandra masquerading as you, but you."
A shallow nod. "Maeve raised her army. I doubt it was only to guard me while she was away."
He'd put the thought aside, to consider later. "It might just be to shore up her defenses, should Erawan win across the sea."
"Do you truly think that's what she plans to do with it?"
"No," he admitted. "I don't."
And if Maeve meant to bring that army to Terrasen, to either unite with Erawan or simply be another force battering their kingdom, to strike when they were weakest, they had to hurry. Had to get back. Immediately. His mate's eyes shone with the same understanding and dread.
Aelin's throat bobbed as she whispered, "I'm so tired, Rowan."
His heart strained again. "I know, Fireheart."
He opened his mouth to say more, to coax her onto land so he might at least hold her if words couldn't ease her burden, but that's when he saw it.
A boat, ancient and every inch of it carved, drifted out of the gloom.
"Get back to shore." The boat wasn't drifting—it was being tugged. He could just barely make out two dark forms slithering beneath the surface.
Aelin didn't hesitate, yet her strokes remained steady as she swam for him. She didn’t balk at the hand he extended, and he wrapped his cloak around her while the boat ambled past.
But Aelin turned toward them, hair dripping onto the stone at her bare feet. Half a thought from her could have had her dry, yet she made no move to do so. "We're being hunted."
"We know that," Lorcan shot back, and were it not for the fact that Aelin was currently allowing him to rest a hand upon her shoulder, Rowan would have thrown the male into the lake.
But Aelin's features didn't shift from that graveness, that unruffled calm. "The only way to the sea is through these caves." It was an outrageous claim.
"And I suppose they told you that?" Lorcan's face was hard as granite.
"Watch it," Rowan snarled. Fenrys indeed bared his teeth at the dark-haired warrior, fur bristling. But Aelin said simply, "Yes." Her chin didn't dip an inch. "The land above is crawling with soldiers and spies. Going beneath them is the only way."
Elide stepped forward. "I will go." She cut a cold glance toward Lorcan. "You can take your chances above, if you're so disbelieving." Lorcan's jaw tightened, and a small part of Rowan relished seeing the delicate Lady of Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior with a few words. "Considering the potential pitfalls of the situation is wise."
"We don't have time to consider," Rowan cut in before Elide could voice the retort on her tongue. "We need to keep moving. Gavriel stalked forward to study the moored boat and what seemed to be bundles of supplies on its sturdy planks. "How will we navigate our way, though?"
"We'll be escorted," Aelin answered.
"And if they abandon us?" Lorcan challenged. Aelin leveled unfazed eyes upon him.
"Then you'll have to find a way out, I suppose." A hint-just a spark-of temper belied those calm words. There was nothing else to debate after that.
And they had little to pack. The others gave Aelin privacy to dress by the fire while they inspected the boat, and when his mate emerged again, clad in boots, pants, and various layers beneath her gray surcoat, the sight of her in clothes from Mistward was enough to make his gut clench.
No longer a naked, escaped captive. Yet none of that wickedness, that joy and unchecked wildness illuminated her face.
The rest of their party waited on the boat, seated on the benches built into its high-lipped sides. Fenrys and Elide both sat as seemingly far from Lorcan as they could get, Gavriel a golden, long-suffering buffer between them.
Rowan lingered at the shore's edge, a hand extended for Aelin while she approached. Each of her steps seemed considered—as if she still marveled at being able to move freely. As if still adjusting to her legs without the burden of chains.
"Why?" Lorcan mused aloud, more to himself. "Why go to these lengths for us?"
He got his answer—they all did—a heartbeat later. Aelin halted a few feet away from the boat and Rowan's outstretched hand. She turned back toward the cave itself. The Little Folk peeked from those birch branches, from the rocks, from behind stalagmites. Slowly, deeply, Aelin bowed to them. Rowan could have sworn all those tiny heads lowered in answer.
A pair of bony grayish hands rose above a nearby rock, something glittering held between them, and set the object on the stone.
Rowan went still. A crown of silver and pearl and diamond gleamed there, fashioned into upswept swan's wings
"The Crown of Mab," Gavriel breathed. But Fenrys looked away, toward the looming dark, his tail curling around him.
Aelin staggered a step closer to the crown. "It—it fell into the river."
Rowan didn't want to know how she'd encountered it, why she'd seen it fall into a river. Maeve had kept her sisters' two crowns under constant guard, only bringing them out to be displayed in her throne room on state occasions. In memory of her siblings, she'd intoned. Rowan had sometimes wondered if it was a reminder that she had outlasted them, had kept the throne for herself in the end.
The grayish hand slipped over the rock's edge again and nudged the crown in silent gesture. Take it.
"You want to know why?" Gavriel softly asked Lorcan as Aelin strode for the rock. Nothing but solemn reverence on her face. "Because she is not only Brannon's Heir, but Mab's, too."
A throwback to her great-great-grandmother, Maeve had taunted her. Who had inherited her strength, her immortal lifespan.
Aelin's fingers closed around the crown, lifting it gently. It sparkled like living moonlight between her hands.
My sister Mab's line ran true, Elide claimed Maeve had said on the beach. In every way, it seemed.
But Aelin made no move to don the crown while she approached him once more, her gait steadier this time. Trying not to dwell on the unbearable smoothness of her hand as it wrapped around his, Rowan helped her aboard, then climbed in himself before freeing the ropes tethering them to the shore.
Gavriel went on, awe in every word, "And that makes her their queen, too."
Aelin met Gavriel's gaze, the crown near-glowing in her hands. "Yes," was all she said as the boat sailed into the darkness.
#Chapter 35#Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius#Rowan Whitethorn#Rowaelin#Rowaelin chapters#Rowaelin quotes#Rowaelin moments#Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#spoilers in post & tags please no spoilers up to this ch. first read with me cry with me pt. 2 perspective Rowan#That lake water had never seen sunlight had flowed from the dark cold heart of the mountains themselves. — she is the sun and the heart#It would kill even the most hardened of Fae warriors within minutes. Yet there was Aelin swimming as if it were a sun-warmed forest pool.#her faintly glowing body. As if the water had peeled away the skin of the woman and revealed the blazing soul beneath.#But that glow faded with each passing breath she emerged to take dimming further each time she plunged beneath the surface.#internal inferno-or simply because she first wanted to wash away the stain of Cairn? Perhaps both.-She didn’t trust her power on land#The Celaena freedom vibes hurt-Lorcan god on his shoulder-OMG do her&Manon share crowns?#At least she'd begun speaking her eyes clearing a bit. — the glow still barely clinging — the way he just wants her to be ok#You could join me she said at last No heat in her words yet he felt the invitation. — but rather to be WITH her#She did no such thing her arms continuing their sweeping circles in the water. Aelin only stared at him again in that grave cautious way.#real or not real — a god in her own might — as if she could see the world beyond it; worlds; the queen to walk between worlds#Too soon to push—if ever. — he’d hear them when she was ready — if the time never came he’d love her anyways — it’s how they fell#what illusion? night made of dream. or the worst; both.#the way he knows the date with her just like Lyria — him offering to cut her hair — knowing she needs to remember — no fear of lakes anymor#all the Mistward paralells — I didn’t break — I know — I’m tired; ITS ALL THE TROPES#she’s making me think of Annie from HG — THE WAY HE LOVES HER — no rage just trust — everytime he calls her Fireheart#the two of them worrying the other would be upset and feeling guilty while there not — the way Chaol described as a wolf&he just sees as is#he just wants to hold her-how she goes to him-hes just happy to beWher-what if-known-it switched THEIR-she isTHEspark-Lorcan almost-no fued#HeirofMab-shes why-Rowan loves nomatter-on his knees to apologize-had Lys been pretending to be him?blind eels4ladyTHXlilfolk-Gavriel the#longsufferingbuffer-FenrysKNEW-more iron-moon star&Sun2stars-but Aelin never wanted that-she'd give it all-my favoriteCh.RowanSimp4his wif
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