#now I'm sad

[coldbloodace]

Oh, I just realised–

Aziraphale never denies they're a couple. Not even once. Not to the passer-by after Crowley says he'll leave for Alpha Centuari, not to Uriel, not to Shax.

Meanwhile Crowley gets to hear one(1) insinuation that they might be together and immediately denies it.

This gets more interesting when you see that Aziraphale has denied that they're friends multiple times in s1 (never in s2), while Crowley's the one who's been calling them friends for ages.

Something about Aziraphale being unable to deny the one thing he wants the most, and Crowley holding on to the one thing he treasures the most, and something about both of them losing it at the end of season two.

[warblogs17282]

You know, me and many others have been thinking, 'why didn't Tilla get a voice at all during this scene? Why was it just a distorted version of Ronaldo's voice?', so I did some googling and I just found the answer.

It's most likely because Blitz doesn't remember her voice anymore, we've seen that Blitz has a picture of her but not a video, not a recording that happens to contain her voice, so over time her voice has just been forgotten by Blitz as a result.

[sunny374940]

I will be waiting with open arms

Do you remember when I said I made myself sad with a story about Emmrich dying? Guess what I've finished? I made myself cry and now I am making this fic everyone's problem.

Emmrich dies at the age of ninety seven and Rook, who is seventy two now, receives one last letter from his love.

Cw: major character death (offscreen, not described)

Hello, @mercars-musings I am here to deal emotional damage

(Next up is Pining 2.0 Emmrich's POV, starring Davrin and Assan as wingmen, because I need the sad to go away)

Here on ao3

Edit: here is part 2

And here are my other stories

There was a knock on the door and Rook dragged himself out of his armchair with a sigh. The chair next to his own was glaringly empty and he felt his eyes sting with more tears, so he wiped them away and went to see just who had decided to bother him right after the funeral.

“GREETINGS, ROOK,” Vorgoth said as the door opened.

“Hi, Vorgoth. Is everything alright?”

They’d met at the service, so why would he come to visit him at home?

“THIS IS FOR YOU.”

Vorgoth was handing him an envelope and the neat handwriting on it was unmistakably Emmrich’s. Rook stared at it, at a loss for words, and when he looked up, Vorgoth was gone. There was a single word on the envelope - Rook. He opened it and took out the letter, noticing that the paper was crinkled in a few places, letters smudged as if waterstained. His legs were suddenly very weak and he felt that he should sit back down before he read it, so he settled back into the armchair.

9th of Parvulis, 9:94 Dragon

My darling Rook,

I have entrusted this letter into Vorgoth’s care, to be delivered to you after my funeral. I hope you can forgive an old man's wish to have one last goodbye.

I can feel the span of my days drawing to a close at last. I have lived a long life, longer than most, and even though a better half of it was spent waiting for you to come into it, I wouldn’t exchange the time we had together for anything.

I have made peace with my demise, as should you, my dear. I'm sure you are frowning right now, disagreeing with me, but it is true. Those fears that plagued me are long buried in the past, overshadowed by the joy of having lived my life to the fullest. With you. For what would eternity be without you there? Death seems a small price to pay for what you've given me.

As I look out the window at the yellowing leaves of our cherry tree, I find myself thinking back to the day you married me. You looked so beautiful with the flowers in your hair and I was the happiest man in the world. As I am even now. I am honored beyond words that you chose to take me as your husband and stay with me for all those years, even as I grew old (I can see you bristling at the word, but ninety seven years is hardly young, by my count).

I’d never expected such happiness to find its way to me, yet here I am, blessed with a family that has grown so much since the time it was just the two of us and Manfred. First little Elanora, and what a wonderful woman she has grown into!

And I still cannot believe that I got to have not just children, but a grandchild as well. Rupert (do you remember how I cried, when Ellie chose the name?) has grown so much. It feels impossible that he is already fifteen and well on his way to becoming a man. I am actually waiting for him to come visit as I write this and I hope to hide away the tears before the boy arrives. I don't need to ask you to take care of them, for I know you will.

I love you, Rook. I love you, I love you, I love you. I have told you every day and yet it doesn't feel like enough.

Please, do not spend too long mourning me. Live out your days, take joy in our family and know that you were the brightest light of my life.

Goodbye, darling, may we meet again in the afterlife. I will be waiting for you with open arms. And do visit the Memorial Gardens in the meantime, I will be there in spirit.

Forever yours,

Emmrich

Rook's hands were shaking, making the paper flutter in his grip. The tears started falling, landing on the letter and he quickly set it down on the side table, terrified of destroying Emmrich’s last words to him.

He was crying, ugly heaving sobs were tearing their way out of him and he couldn't stop himself. He buried his face in his hands. He hadn't cried like this at the funeral, couldn't allow himself to, but now the weight of it all was coming down on him. After what felt like hours the tears dried up and he was staring numbly ahead. Distantly, he heard footsteps coming closer.

“Dad?”

Ellie's hand was on his back, the gesture so similar to how Emmrich used to touch him that he choked back another sob.

“Hi, bug,” he whispered, and this once she didn't reprimand him for using her childhood nickname.

There were tears streaming down her face as well and he opened his arms for her. She climbed into his lap, draping her arms around his neck and he was young again and she was five years old, crying over a skinned knee. But this time the wound ran deeper and they held each other through the tears.

“I miss him so much,” she sobbed against his shoulder. “It felt like he would be here forever and now he's gone. I hate it!”

“I know, El. I hate it too,” he said, stroking her back in soothing circles, much like he had seen Emmrich do so many times before and why did everything have to remind him of Emmrich when he was gone!

But weren't the memories just the thing? He knew that Emmrich would say that they should take comfort in the memories they had of him, of the life they shared, instead of mourning what they could no longer have. He sighed and even Ellie's sobs were finally quieting down.

“Hey, bug?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna come with me to the Memorial Gardens? I could tell you again about how me and you daddy met.”

“I'd love that, dad.”

She smiled at him and the world slowly began setting itself right again.

[coffee-n-converse]

Okay, you have been warned - MAJOR PJO BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOH HAVEN’T READ THROUGH THE END OF THE LAST OLYMPIAN.

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Okay, here goes. You know how Annabeth is the one who gets through to Luke in the end? And I legit love that scene, it makes me cry every time and I both want and don’t want to see it play out on screen.

But hear me out. Grover is playing his reeds, right? What if… what if he plays the Consensus Song. He doesn't mean to, he's just freaking out because by the gods that's one of his old friends standing there about to end everything. That's one of his old friends trying to kill his two best friends. And the song just… happens.

And THAT is what breaks Kronos's hold enough for Annabeth to reason with Luke. Hearing that old melody, something he probably hasn't heard since he was on the run with baby Annabeth and Thalia, is what reminds him of his promise. Family.

[celesteablack]

Rancho ki tarha bhaag to jau par Farhan aur Raju jaise koi dhoondhbe bhi nhi aayega

[thegh0st-of-ingrid]

Idk yet the context of this comic bc I don't know korean, but WHY TF WAS THIS R6 FRAME THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND SEEING THIS PANNEL

[sanssouci-hakunamatata]

Frederick the Great, handwritten letter to his wife Elisabeth Christine, dated 21 January 1741 (at the beginning of the First Silesian War).

[...] Nos affaires Vont très bien ici, j'ai finy la Campagne et apresent – il ne sagit que des Quartiers d'hivér, je serai le 5 ou le 6 fevryér à Berlin ou j'aurai Le plaisir de Vous embrassér, vous assurant que je suis tout à Vous, Federic

[paintaboveyourbones]

Marius is an emotional eater : confirmed.

[call-me-chips]

Why do I keep doing this to myself

[cawsket]

So basically everyone we've seen around piltover and zaun talks with an American accent, right? If I remember correctly. But not Viktor. He has a... Russian accent? I think? But his backstory is pretty clear about growing up in the undercity. So... Were his parents migrants? Did they move to piltover hoping for a better life, but ended up in the undercity? Did they die of the same illness he has? Did they die disappointed?

[shirofairy]

I wonder if we will see Malleus crying at the end of chapter 7 🤔

We saw Silver, Sebek and most recently Lilia, so...maybe?

I really don't know if I would want to see him crying, something like that would break my heart 🥺 but it could also mean that at that moment he takes out all his stress accumulated for years.

I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T WANT TO SEE HIM SUFFERING, BUT MAYBE HE JUST NEED TO LET IT ALL OUT 😭

[violetmuses]

Roman hasn't said 'Baby Girl' since becoming the Tribal Chief and now I'm going to cry. 😭😩💔

@expert-texpert @persethegawd @episodes-ff @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj 🏷

[thefrogdalorian]

thinking about how heartbreaking it was to see din's regression back into a nameless, faceless bounty hunter wandering around the galaxy from job to job, lost and alone, after the trauma of losing his son.

i mean, that first scene in the return of the mandalorian where he says almost-robotically "i can bring you in warm, or i can bring you in cold" to his target... it really is so sad to see how he's fallen back to his old ways after how much he grew as a person with grogu...

[sillyguysss]

FUCK I FORGOT HOW SAD KADAJS DEATH IS, HELP.

[frownyalfred]

Not many realize this but bruce still has nightmares of when he found jason dead and still blames himself for not getting there on time

He believes that if joker deserves death for killing jason then he is just as responsible and deserves the same

are you friends with the sad alfred anon? I feel like I'm getting bombarded with angst this week.

[call-me-kitty]

“Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today”

I'm so sorry Master Wu. I failed you.