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so i started to think about some stuff. never doing that again.

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Pluckley Churchyard

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It's canon in my heart.

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i found it on pinterest. If anyone knows who's the op, let me know :3

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propaganda magazine no. 25

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Source

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20/01/25 - chapter three: the interruption

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Summary: After his plan to kidnap Takada goes horribly wrong, Mello must take responsibility for the death of Near by arresting Kira under the position of L. No longer able to rely on Matt, he must confront a life he sought to reject, and under the pressure of guilt and inferiority, his grasp on reality slowly begins to deteriorate.

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Please read the Content Warnings for this chapter. Special thanks to @nadiuu and @shece-is-sketching for beta reading! ♡

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Teaser under the cut ⬎

I have been lying in bed for close to four hours now, staring at the wall before me as my mind refuses me the relief of sleep. I had considered staying in a hotel the night before, but aside from the inconvenience, I knew moving out of this apartment was not a solution to the persistent anxiety that is eager to devour me with parasitic intent. As soon as I arrived here again, I threw myself into exorcising this place. The few possessions of Matt’s were hurled into the back of the wardrobe, I changed the bedding and manically wiped down every surface, hauling the sofa into another position. I unplugged the television set and left it out onto the street for someone else to bear responsibility for.

I am not a forgetful person, but there are dark hazy spaces in my conscience where memories ought to reside. My life begins at the age of five, arriving at the House, then once I left ten years later, there is nothing but a broken kaleidoscope of feelings and blurred images that do not begin to clarify until I wake up after the explosion. The searing white pain muffles the sound of someone gently calling my name, telling me that it will be okay. I know now that Matt would stroke my hair as the morphine kicked in until I fell asleep, and while the tender sensation of my scar still causes me grief, the vision in my left eye showing no signs of returning, those moments had been the beginning of the rest of my life. I can explain everything that happened from then until now without any shadows cast upon my recollection.

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letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

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me when im into someone and excited to see them:

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misa my queen TvT

genuine question do people still watch this show?

anyways. first finished piece of 2025!!

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First kiss moment??

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a prayer on a foggy day

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