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choccy-milky · 13 days
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sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )
#READ SO I CAN YAP TO SOMEONE ABOUT THEM🙏😩💘#the seb sickfic made me realize how much i needed barely functioning and sick seb (but him still trying to be tough)#theres also a part that cracked me up bc at one point seb is so sick he cant even see straight but he just thinks to himself:#eh its fine.... ill just ask ominis how HE functions without vision later🤷 LMFAO#so stubborn...JUST LET CLORA TAKE CARE OF YOU MFER🤺🤺🤺#defs gonna be drawing more from it especially sick seb LMAO but also seb having a tea party with celeste🥹🥹#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#sebastian sallow fanfiction#hphl#choccyart#also i was never planning on writing anything about clora giving birth or abt the kids so to be able to read it WAS AMAZING#THERES A PART WHERE SEB IS HOLDING CELESTE AND CRYING AT CLORAS BEDSIDE THAT I NEED TO DRAW😭😭#LIKE SRSLY seb being conflicted and not even wanting to HOLD celeste bc he doesnt know if clora is alive or not... IT WAS SO SAD BUT GOOD#i honestly dont know what seb would do if clora died in childbirth tbh.......i could honestly see him resenting celeste#esp since she looks so much like clora😭😭#LETS JUST NOT THINK ABOUT IT!😃👍#(still thinking about it)#like this line in the fic: “Sebastian hesitated; if this was Clora’s last gift to him he wasn’t sure he wanted it.”#😭😭😭ITS SO GOOD UGHHHHH😭 TY AGAIN FOR WRITING THESE💖IM SO TOUCHEDDD💖💖
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sempegzrd · 20 days
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shes playing ::)
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stormcallart · 4 months
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awerzo · 5 months
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quiet moments
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frenchublog · 1 year
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Last night I watched for the first time in my life the PotC commentaries with Keira Knightley and Jack Davenport, I am unwell
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angellurgy2 · 6 days
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in the backs of my eyes, light does not reach. black and white, monochrome stars, inky null and blinding full.  others dream, and my thoughtlessness seeks.  though i cannot see, and though i cannot breathe  in every moment my eyes breach free- i dream. not for grandeur, not for fillment,  i dream of nothing but hope.  for days where i could, for the days i would dream.  sitting in the back seat. squalid radio turned to rage. looking at her shoulder’s locks, dreaming of the cage. taken to my first bar, shown my first rave not forgotten, not forsaken, the only love i will take to my grave. cigarettes and mud, alleys and grunge all i wanted was saving.  gone so far, seeded so deep, until it whittled into camaraderie. when the shows over, she’d take me home and leave me in her bed. that night i would be cherished, and that morning we'd be fed. i see their faces in my dreams, as every possibility, every tangle, every thread, every filament held together. like a bastion of memory, creating false to fill the empty. to grant hope to a greyscale null. * * starlight ash, the null of the void, the hopes of a begotten child. is there anything to hear, when the screams are of fear, or choking of brittle and tears? his hopes were so mild, his rage was unbridled, how could she be any different? feel her eyes shiver, feel her soul take, feel the ties of the poverished ingrate. your help cannot find it, your thoughts cannot find it, your hands cannot feel it, your heart cannot take it, your legs cannot shake it and your teeth cannot break it.  in every part of you is her no matter how hard you fight it has been the end of her not of her blight. only of her light.
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faaun · 2 months
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we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆
#27% circle line with a lovely friend of mine rail tracks screeching etc etc u know the usual. im just gonna write down memories#a few weeks ago my friend read thus spoke zarathustra by the fire to the music she was dancing it was her silhouette#against the flashlight lit up gold and royal blues and tiger's silk i tried not to fall in love with her. in bordeaux we searched#for pomegranates he sent her 300 quid by the beach she cut it open with a knife her hand covered in red we each had a taste of her work#sweet red wet the sweetest grit. too barely clothed to go into the cliffside church they painted my eyes we painted hers#8 shots of gin she screamed joyfully IT'S ALIVE! at the book she said become the child i said i feel like a monster she said i was insane#i tried to believe her. fortified wine and later a red pen crossword defiled by humidity her hair in my hands two king sized beds#pushed next to each other she took her top off she told us to watch her arms raised up the musculature on her back was precise cut from#marble we saw oceans we saw the birds take cold baths the midnight sun over a wasp-infested pool our chemicals in their bodies#gold flakes dark skin gold cross shoulders against mine drawing some form of each other on the train i didn't hesitate#to say her eyes were beautiful over and over monks at the soapshop with titanium credit cards i loved you like i loved no other#he tied his hair up and walked us into the river he held a bullet between his lips i never held his hand he said what an honour#you own too much capital your mother thinks i'm a natural i realised i haven't told my mother i loved her in years she's always been mother#never mom i'll watch you watch seaweeds this is terminal akrasia i'll feel your fingers smear perfume on my lips your girlfriend grins#bite into the straw take the shot hold my hand get it all wrong draw in the sand kiss him right stab through leather shower in chlorine#you're the determinable vicissitude is all yours we won the Game AND the Battle AND the War i'm proud of you like crazy we feed each other#saffron cliffside lovers well-fallen brothers fat cats blue windows southwest sun ALife SynBio design aXAA grow us a city in silico#we've grown to the ends of glee fire-jumper ocean-eater sure-footed lists on lists hands on eyelids не устану искать тебя#...anyway ive put my face on this blog b4 but hiii again#feel free to rb btw the rants r not personal
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corpsoir · 8 months
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i watched sweeney todd with my boyfriend the other day and i really resonated with how mr todd sits like a toddler in that one scene lol
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kiseyeah · 1 year
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thefrsers · 8 months
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*PERODACTYL SCREECHING*
BATHENAAAAA MY BELOVEDS😭😭😭
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p4nishers · 11 months
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i cant stop thinking about the pie scene. its such a perfect representation of their relationship, even if their roles are a little reversed. the worry and the care they have for each other is so telling in this scene because up until this point loki was solely focused on finding sylvie and nothing could really break them out of their focus but the moment the SECOND there's something wrong with mobius they forget about everything to be there for him. like they could've continue the interrogation on their own and s1 loki must likely would have done so, but instead they went after mobius, CHASED after him basically, gently tried to persuade him to talk and were genuinely so focus on mobius they didn't even question where they were going (because mobius was leading them and they trust mobius to lead them wherever he wants to). and what really gets me is the way they say "mobius, you were clearly ahead of me" because it could be written down to their usual bickering and the back and forth that they always have but instead, loki sounds concerned. they sound so concerned that mobius, who is usually calm and collected and levelheaded, didn't even know WHERE they were going. you can see how concerned they are in every movement of their body, they don't try to hide it or play it off as a joke, instead they try to make it better for mobius. can you remember a time loki did that for someone, even in future movies? because i can't. and here is the crux of it all, they know mobius so well that they automatically know food/pie will make it better for him so they offer to eat pie with him. the whole scene they speak in such a soft voice and are visibly so careful with what they're saying because they dont want to screw this up, they dont want to make this harder for mobius. they wait him out and when he finally admits that it wasn't tactical, he just lost it, they have this little smile like they're PROUD of mobius for admitting and being so open and then they go on to further reassure mobius and say "it's okay" which they basically learned from mobius since before him nobody really took the time to reassure them like that. but mobius always did, because of course he did. and then they bring them into a lighter territory with them mentioning new york in a flippant way because they no doubt just want to see mobius smile again. and sure they might disapprove of mobius' choice to not visit his timeline but they don't argue with him because ultimately they recognize that it's MOBIUS' choice. and then AND THEN when loki gets worried about how to get brad to talk, mobius is THERE to be the one to reassure them and make them SMILE. like it's just crazy to me that he was the one upset just a few minutes ago but the moment he sees loki SLIGHTLY unsure of themselves he steps in and KNOWS how to make loki smile. i need to lie down.
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the high prices of fucking Everything is so exhausting i stg
#i need to take an uber to the vet TEN MINUTES AWAY#i repeat IT IS A TEN MINUTE DRIVE#and its gonna cost me nearly 60 bucks. the FUCK#and who knows how much the checkup for my cats is gonna cost#let alone whatever prescription they need for the long drive#im so tired. im so so tired#its moments like these where i can see my future#ah yes. working 9-5 for a company that sees me as nothing more than a tool to be replaced when broken#just barely scraping by on minimum wage in a world where that isnt enough to pay for essentials#left with no time or energy to actually enjoy being alive or do the things i love#years and years of the same exact shit over and over and over again hating every second#and KNOWING it could be so much better but also knowing that it fucking Cant. sigh#sorry sorry im just. angry again at the absolute state of things#i would love to love life but my fucking god the world at large makes it tough#white-knuckling the little things once again#man its just. its so STUPID lmao#like why are we torturing ourselves like this? why are we just Accepting this#life could be so great but stupid shit like taxes and inflation and utilities exist#most of the shit we have to pay for should be free. it should be free.#it shouldnt be difficult to Live just because the majority of us don't have the fake fucking paper to buy things#its pointless its ridiculous and it makes me furious#why should i kill myself just to survive huh. why should i. why should any of us.#we all deserve to fuckin. idk enjoy sunsets and good food and art and each others' company.#instead everyone's stressing themselves to death over making rent and getting groceries and paying bills. fuck.#id love to be able to create art that Sells and open a shop or something#but also the thought of creating purposefully marketable art purely to make money fucking kills me inside#comms are one thing but... just... sighing sighing sighing. man idk#i just dont know. ill deal but everytime i manage to think positively reality comes in with a sledgehammer and now i want to go back to bed#the point is to live BUT YA CANT FUCKIN LIVE BC POINTLESS STUFF REIGNS SUPREME. WHO'S GONNA COMMIT ARSON W ME CMON LETS GO#this stupid fucking country and this stupid fucking government. i hate it here
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hella1975 · 1 year
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i need to read more books and annotate in the margins i need to write more i need to buy jeans that fit me i need to eat more fruit i need to buy good quality headphones i need to get a skincare routine i need to talk to my friends more i need to wash my hair i need to stop treating this inhabitation as a curse. i am tired of punishing the body that has fought me for survival every day for years. i deserve little treats as regularly as possible !!
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tawaifeddiediaz · 11 months
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thinking about how buck ripped eddie's shirt open in 4x14, and thinking about how functionally (clinically) unnecessary that was because all he needed to do was put pressure on the wound right. that was the main point, he just needed to staunch the bleeding long enough to get eddie to the hospital alive.
but there's something about buck literally tearing the last barrier between him and eddie's bare skin, about him reaching for the proof that eddie's still alive under his hands, and there's something about him purposely staining his hands with eddie's blood to keep him alive, and of him making sure he's the one to do it. and there's something about seeing the raw gunshot wound, and feeling the edges of it under his palm even with gauze between them.
and then there's something about buck's other hand not even being able to touch eddie's face, even though it's completely poised as if he's about to cup the side of eddie's head. a little like feeling he doesn't deserve to touch eddie gently while he's causing him pain by pressing the wound, idk.
now an argument could be made that maybe he was trying to prevent the shirt from getting stuck in the wound, or he was using something sterile to put pressure, but this is tv, and immediately after eddie's taken into surgery, we see someone else that's been shot, putting pressure over her wound by herself, through the shirt.
anyway just thoughts about buck tearing eddie's shirt open, reaching for eddie's vitality and staining himself with it ◡̈
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skunkes · 1 year
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what they dont tell you about being incredibly introspective is that you'll think you're done making realizations and then you'll just make more realizations always all the time forever
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abhainn-lethe · 7 months
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It ma birday...an am ssssick! Yyyyay!
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