#they make me SO sad
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gorgo4ne · 4 months ago
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"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."
Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)
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phytsera · 9 months ago
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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murphycooper · 11 months ago
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“i want you to know, i will love you as long as i breathe.”
dune part ii / ojibwa / waiting for this story to end before i begin another, jan heller lev
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life without you would not be living
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ditzybat · 6 months ago
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Do you ever think about how Alfred probably doesn’t celebrate his birthday after Jason’s death because he can’t bear to celebrate the shared occasion without his grandson? No, just me? Alright.
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creepycatboyz · 4 months ago
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doomed.. just doomed :(
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majingenosthesecond · 4 months ago
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utena and anthy
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heph · 7 months ago
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04 x 16 | Just stay with me 🧣
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iszapizza · 7 months ago
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they……..
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spoopup · 6 months ago
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finished replaying ghost trick yesterday
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spaghettiplaysguitar · 4 months ago
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the man on the moon is real and he is DEEPLY sad
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staticsaturniid · 2 years ago
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some of the friends ever.
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sensiblegh0st · 1 year ago
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Siffrin ISAT internal monologue
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once more to see you
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gnawingonleonsbicep · 19 days ago
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Do you think Leon ever sees a figure in a crowd that looks just a little too familiar? A tall frame, a head of dark, wavy hair..
And he just feels this tinge of hope. The smallest sense of excitement growing in his chest. Brief ‘what if?’s racing through his thoughts, a heavy ache growing in his heart. Not cause he felt any sorrow, no. That wasn’t it. Not yet, at least.
His heart ached with the denial-laced optimism that ran through him. An uncharacteristic feeling for the agent; he’d been dragged through hell and back, seen things the average civilian could only imagine. Whatever optimistic outlook he had on life was buried in Raccoon City, alongside himself.
Though that optimism only lasted for a fleeting moment, swept away in the afternoon breeze. Because he knew what happened back in Spain, he saw what happened — saw him take his last breath.
It couldn’t be him. After all, the dead don’t typically walk so casually amongst the living.
Do you think Leon ever spends the following evening ruminating? Do you think he thinks about those ‘what if’s? Do you think he regrets not saying his final words to Luis sooner? That he was already gone by the time he did?
Do you think he had to take a moment during his debriefing? That his eyes stung and his throat starting closing up as he spoke? A dull pang growing behind his eyes?
Do you think he spent the free time he had after he returned from Spain to process everything? That he could finally experience whatever grief he felt after suppressing it for the sake of the mission? Do you think he mourns what could’ve been if they had more time? How their bond and relationship could’ve grown?
Do you think he ever wishes it was him that died that day instead? That he carries some sense of guilt because he couldn’t save him? Because he couldn’t save someone again?
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marchofthewitchhunters · 4 months ago
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she tried to touch him in the exact same way and he flinched. no one talk to me
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