#listened to right where you left me

[giolovesyousm]

“you left me no choice but to stay here forever„

[iloveu-imsrry]

DID YOU EVER HEAR ABOUT THE GIRL WHO GOT FROZEN!! TIME WENT FOR EVERYONE ELSE SHE WON'T KNOW IT!!! SHE'S STILL 23!! INSIDE HER FANTASY!! HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE!! DID YOU EVER HEAR ABOUT THE GIRL WHO LIVES IN DELUSION!!! BREAK UPS HAPPEN EVERYDAY YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOSE IT!!!! SHE'S STILL 23 INSIDE HER FANTASY!! AND YOU'RE!!!! SITTING IN FRONT OF ME!! AT THE RESTAURANT WHEN!! I WAS STILL THE ONE YOU WANT!!!!! CROSSED-LEGGED IN THE DIM LIGHT! EVERYTING WAS JUST RIGHT!!! IIII COULD FEEL THE MASCARA RUN YOU!! TOLD ME THAT YOU MET SOMEONE! GLASS SHATERED ON THE WHITE CLOTH EVERYBODY MOVED ONN!!!!!! HELP. I'M. STILL. AT THE RESTAURANT. STILL. SITTING. IN A CORNER I HAUNT. CROSS. LEGGED. IN THE DIM LIGHT. THEY SAID WHAT A SAD SIGHT! IIII STAYED THERE DUST COLLECTED ON MY PINNED UP HAIR I'M SURE THAT YOU GOT A WIFE OUT THERE KIDS AND CHRISTMAS BUT I'M UNAWARE CAUSE I'M RIGHT WHERE!!! I CAUSE NO HARM MIND MY BUSINESS IF OUR LOVE DIED YOUNG I CAN'T BEAR WITNESS AND IT'S BEEN SO LONG!! BUT IF YOU EVER THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG I'M RIGHT WHERE YOU LEEEFT ME!!!! YOU LEFT ME NOO!!! OH YOU LEFT ME NOO! YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY HERE FOREVER!! YOU LEEEFT ME!!!! YOU LEFT ME NOO!!! OH YOU LEFT ME NOO! YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE BUT TO STAY HERE forever.....

[gayeddie-saved-me]

rose tyler, crowley, and dean should start a “the love of my life left me behind” club

[burst-of-iridescent]

Zuko is peaceful when he sleeps. 

Katara doesn’t get many opportunities to see him like this so she takes her chance now, tracing the line of his jaw, the pall of his eyelashes against his cheekbones, the way the skin turns from ivory to rusted crimson just beyond the bridge of his nose. The early morning light softens the harsh edges of his scar, the furrow of his eyebrows; he is more a child now than he has ever been, ensconced in her arms. 

She can stay here a little while longer, Katara decides, can let herself have this before the duties of a lifetime of war draw her away once more. Besides, she can’t bear to wake Zuko when he looks like this, content and undisturbed as he rarely is in life. He must be more tired than she thought, to sleep so far past the sunrise that calls to the fire in his blood. 

The first rays of dawn wreathe his hair like Agni himself has come to crown him, the golden prince who reclaimed his kingdom, and he looks so very young suddenly that her entire being aches with the need to protect, to love, to pour in through his skin all that he’s ever lost so no hurt can ever touch him again. 

He’ll wake any moment now, she knows. Blink at her with those sleep-dazed golden eyes and give her that lopsided half-smile that’s tender and disbelieving all at once, like he still can’t quite believe any of this is real. 

(She hates herself for that, hates the girl of misplaced rage and caustic grief who pushed him away, hates that he always flinched like he expected a mortal blow. She’ll spend a lifetime in penance.) 

But that’s okay, she thinks. Everything is okay now, because she has a lifetime to change that, to love him, to live. They have time, so much time that she doesn’t quite know what to do with all of it, but they’ll figure it out together. 

Katara curls closer to Zuko, looping her arms around his neck and waist, and closes her eyes. 

He’s still warm, the way he was when she first hugged him with the sunset at her back and the waves beneath her feet. Still warm, still burning, still here.

Her brilliant, beautiful firebender.

A hand settles on her shoulder. 

“Katara?” 

The word comes to her across a great distance, as though Sokka is still back in the South Pole instead of right beside her. Or maybe she’s the one who’s far away, gone somewhere he cannot follow. 

She blinks, and watches the final, fading trail of the comet recede into the blue, blue horizon. Blue for new beginnings, blue for peace, blue for the crack of Azula’s lightning. 

“Katara,” Sokka says again, and now there’s something terrible in his voice, something she’s heard only once, almost seven years ago. “Please.” 

At Zuko’s side, his uncle weeps. He’s bent to press his forehead to Zuko’s hand, murmuring words of guilt and love and sorrow.

There’s no need, she wants to say. Can’t you see? He’s right here.

She brushes the hair off Zuko’s face and gently kisses his scarred cheek.

“Katara.” There is no joking Sugar Queen, no teasing in Toph’s trembling voice. “You have to let him go.” 

Katara shakes her head mutely, and curls her body around his.They’re partners, her and Zuko – them against the Southern Raiders, against Azula, against the world. 

She’ll always have his back. 

(Later, they’ll tell the stories of how the last Southern waterbender held the crown prince’s body through the night. Later, they’ll whisper about how she had to be dragged kicking and screaming from his side, how every bit of water in the courtyard rose to cover the fallen prince with a shield of ice, how they had to knock her unconscious to keep her from flooding the palace.)

Later, Sokka will not meet her eyes when she wakes. 

Katara goes where he tells her to, in the days that come after. Follows him to a garden of white silk and ash, to the shaky beginnings of a new world, to a ship that carries her across the element that failed her. 

She stands on deck and watches the long-hated land of her childhood fade into the distance until it is nothing more than a faint speck on the endless expanse of the sea. She thinks of a smoke-singed courtyard, the beat of a ruined heart; thinks of a beautiful boy lit in lightning and the sobbing girl he died to save and the story that died with him, forever unfinished, forever frozen.

“It’’ll be okay,” Sokka tells her gently, when a faintly familiar land of ice and snow forms in the distance. “Let’s go home.”  

(She doesn’t, though. Not really. Not ever.

She never goes home again.) 

[bacchuschucklefuck]

LIVING for your ponytail Yugi he’s so cute 😭💖

thank u! i hold dear in my heart the way yuugi is like a little plushie that wants nothing more than to die a noble death

[peachdues]

annnnd we’re entering the anniversary of the month of hell leading into my mom’s death-a-versary so you know what that means!!

[tiktaalic]

The nature. Of my Spotify history. Is that I do really good at not listening to Taylor swift the first third of the year. But as soon as the sun is out at 8 pm……

[dyketennant]

oh i can already tell i’m about to have some really unpopular opinions about the edge of sleep tv show

[aceofspades-sml]

*stands on soapbox*

actually Alexander Hamilton was a son of Hermes and that's why they look alike now. you are welcome.

[dearreader]

cindy lou who being a christmas right where you left me…………

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[witchmd13]

Please enjoy these pictures I took of Arthur's Seat today (which is not proven to be named after king arthur but I choose to believe it lol) because for some reason I thought it would be fun to imagine Merlin going to look at it on the anniversiry of Arthur's death (spoilers alert: it wasn't fun).

Happy Arthur's Death Day Anniversary.

[cehcelia]

episode placement(s), sick day & lab rats

cecelia's on shift, on the tail end of a double when the woman and her baby are rushed in and thankfully, gratefully they both seem to be on the up and up and from what she hears that's all thanks to captain nash's near reckless heroics .. she's not going to lie that's the part that surprises her the most because bobby ? bobby is steady, bobby holds the line and silently, in parts of her that she'll never speak that scares her, reminds her too much of matt running into fires and any all dangers, matt being carried out, matt ready to walk away from it all because of her even if it would kill a part of him ..

at first cecelia is oblivious to the call to the lab like its any other call, one that doesn't reach the hospital at first .. until it turns into terror, into chaos. then, it's all anyone can talk about, like its more gossip like it's just another thing to fuel them during a rough shift .. caroline has to pull her off a fellow resident, marks , who makes an offhand joke about another strike on the 118 near death experience chart and taking bets of all things. it's like she blacks out, a rage and terror coursing through her in the way it always does when its them, when it's always them and why did she let herself get close, why did she let all of them in like it was bringing her back to life when now it feels like its being tested and twisted. cecelia comes back to herself when security comes between them this time, caroline's arms trying desperately to pull her away when marks is shouting, holding his bleeding and broken nose with shaking hands and she feels a vicious victory in the hollow parts of her.

cecelia knows she's riding on the edge of another suspension, another reason for them to pull away her stethoscope even as it feels like its choking her, pull away the white coat she's been holding onto since she arrived in la with a white knuckled clawing grip. she's sent home soon after caroline cleans and wraps her bleeding and bruised knuckles and she doesn't mean to wind up there, doesn't mean to invade a space rife with lab personnel, with military and cecelia just .. she just sits in her car as close to the lab as she's able to get, sits there feeling like she's choking even as she hiccups tears she doesn't realize have fallen.

cecelia doesn't know what to do, frozen in this awful moment with her bruised knuckles and her tired eyes. it seems like hours before she gets out of the car and starts running, running faster than she feels she ever has. they don't need her not with maddie on the line, not with hen and chim in there, but she .. she needs them. it's both athena, buck and her medical credentials that allow her past the barriers and she thinks maybe that terrifies her the most that with nothing but a few almost sympathetic looks they just let her through.

she shouldn't be here, she knows that and yet, she can't bring herself to move a step towards the exit. its like shes stuck in some awful horror movie but instead of running alone into a dark basement shes in a white tent in a parking lot with just a camera her only connection to some of the most important people in her life now, they're her family she finally lets the thought come to life inside her head, inside her heart.

" doctor carter, i need to ask again what's your affilation with these firefighters? "

pressing her fingers ever so lightly to the screen like she can will herself there, will it all to be okay the way it has to be,

" they're my family, "

cecelia stays. when athena goes with buck in a poorly concealed attempt at agreement, when the army and fbi race off to capture their only means at saving chimney, she remembers someone trying to get her to leave, remembers someone grabbing her arm, hears her name called over and over remembers the same cloying rage that had taken over at the hospital as she watches them all fighting to survive on a world that seems all too eager to turn them into sacrifices for some goddamned greater good ... she remembers pain bursting across her knuckles, remembers being held back, remembers the cold click of handcuffs.

what happens next happens in a flurry of shouts and motions; buck and tommy are apparently arrested next to her along with moira and cecelia has the absent thought that if she weren't in handcuffs .. , athenas got the cure and takes off in a suit, chimneys waving at them ..

she forgets shes handcuffed for the moment when she jumps up when buck takes off, nearly falling before tommy grabs her arm and helps her sit back down .. she just watches buck run as fast as well.. lightning and its like she can breathe, choking on air that felt like it had been hostage from her.

" its gonna be okay, its gonna be okay, "

theres an almost awe in her words watching them outside of a screen this time, walking towards them, being carried towards them.

cecelia remembers rushing into the hospital what feels like yesterday sometimes, tripping over her own legs to see buck breathing on his own, all of her own breath rushing out of her because she thought this time was really it for him. it had felt like a miracle, the stupid, never there when you need them, movie moment miracles that dont bring back your parents or boyfriends or make your heart feel less like shrapnel... but slumped against that wall watching him breathe on his own surrounded by his family had felt like one.

and now ? now watching them leave one by one to safety with one apparently very lucky rat feels like that, feels stupidly and achingly like one of those miracles she had always used to feel could never actually be real because they didn't live in that world, she didn't live in that world ... but maybe her world had changed ...

[westrnbound]

does anyone know how to genuinely take compliments because today I manhandled a meeting from someone very difficult and effectively cut it down from the usual HOUR and a HALF to thirty minutes and as soon as it ended like 4 of my coworkers rushed out of their office to congratulate me and my supervisor literally called me to tell me good job and I still just feel like one of those abused dogs that everyone cheers on for doing something Very Normal

[pyxilate]

CARAMEL IS A MASTERPIECE AND NO FUTHER CRITICISM WILL BE ACCEPTED AT THIS TIME

[illicitcab]

you left me no...

oh, you left me no...

you left me no choice but to stay here forever