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HEY GUYS I'M KINDA BACK
So I'm watching season 4 of fringe and even though Peter/Olivia is my #1 OTP in the history of all time I can't help but ship Lincoln/Olivia in the yellow timeline just a little bit like in the diner scene during wallflower but it's okay because I'll happily take Lincoln for myself like idk
I finished rewatching all of seasons 1-4 two weeks ago, but I can't bring myself to start season 5 yet because I know I'll be an emotional wreck. I can't even think about watching the finale again... I cried like a baby the first time. UGH askdjhfaksjdhflkjshd
I need a safe, virus-free website to watch episodes of Fringe. I haven't had a chance to run to the library to pick up DVDs and I'm going through withdrawal... it's tough trying to watch an entire series again. Anyone got any suggestions?
That old saying, how you only hurt the one you love? Well, it works both ways.
Sometimes, I get these awesome ideas for stories but get too scared to write them because I'm worried I'll fuck them up.
I'm in a war with my mind and I'm losing.
Might be my last post of JITMOW, unless I can manage to rattle one more off.
A/N: Wrote this while not studying for my calc final. I don't really know what it is, and it's godawful, but here...
a head in the clouds can only lead to a face flat on the pavement
Sometimes she just studied him.
Not in a creepy way. Just observing. She noticed the contours of his jawline in its rigid masculinity, and how he rarely smiled with his mouth open. She liked the fact that he was thin but had some muscle on him. Often she would find herself lost in his eyes, a vibrant shade of azure only described in books. Occasionally when they would sit close to each other, his thigh would brush up against hers. He probably thought nothing of it, but she noticed.
She always noticed.
She both loved and hated how comfortable they were with each other. She loved how easily they could either get lost in conversation or settle into a comfortable silence. She hated that he didn’t seem to look at her as anything other than “one of the guys.” He would make crude jokes towards her and text her often complaining about his girl problems. Still, her heart dropped every time her phone went off.
She was tired of being his solution. She wanted to be his problem. She wanted him to get nervous whenever he spoke to her and to try and push things past the boundaries of their friendship. She wanted their hands intertwined and his lips against her forehead. She wanted him to want her. She just wanted someone to care.
She often daydreamt about all of these things, lost in her own elevated fantasized romance that was never meant to actually happen. She would close her eyes and drift into the world where these thoughts were reality. Where they were finally falling together.
But when she woke up, she was just falling.
You will never see me again… I don’t want you to be sad. The time we had together, we stole. I cheated fate to be with you and we shouldn’t have had that time together but we did. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. I don’t want to say goodbye but I will say, “I love you, son”. You are my favorite thing, Peter. My very favorite thing.
the fringe fandom should call themselves cortexiFANS
sorry if that joke's been made before
plot twist: Fringe is not over. Fringe is never over.
My parents just laughed at me for crying during the fringe season finale.
Sorry but that was the most emotional 2 hours of my life. I feel like a little part of me died but in a good way because it was almost perfect and I'm just so happy and sad and idk what to do now I can't
(un)exposed
A/N: Came up with this idea while in the shower. Humph. Also, ambiguous pronouns again and it's really weird and I don't know what is and it's not that good, especially the ending. But here anyway, deal widdit.
She takes her showers hot. No, like really hot. As in, take whatever temperature you consider scalding and add about fifteen degrees. Most people think it's crazy, but she sees it as release. She does it because the piercing burn is the only pain that she can control in her life.
Showers are the times when she does most of her thinking. And this usually leads to negativity infiltrating the already unstable parts of her brain, sending her already precarious mental state off the edge of the cliff of sanity. She feels her chest tighten and her breathing becomes more difficult. The anxiety envelops her and soon she feels heaving sobs rise from within. The tears fall, becoming one with the droplets that descend from the shower head. The tiny beads of water cascade down the contours of her frame and leave her flesh feeling raw.
Raw. Exposed. She is completely bare in the shower--her mind, body, and heart left without any sort of coverage--and yet, she is still hidden behind a curtain. It is the cage where she is able to open the safe that she has locked her emotions in for so long. These are the scarce moments in her life when she feels free.
Still, can you truly consider yourself free when the only time you feel safe enough to release the inner workings of your soul is when you are isolated from the rest of the world, naked and hidden behind a sheet?
She figures she can just ponder this philosophy in her next shower.
FRINGE I CAN'T NO I SERIOUSLY CANNOT
AND MICHAEL IS SEPTEMBER'S SON
AND WHAT IF THEY GET ETTA BACK
AND RESET TIME
THEN THE BOY WENT TO WINDMARK AND WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE I ONLY HAVE 2 HOURS LEFT AND MY LIFE WILL FALL APART
I AM TOO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED
I SHOULD SEE A DOCTOR
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Just got home from work and all I want to do is go on the fringe tag but I can't because I haven't watched it yet I had to DVR it and I don't wanna spoil it WAH
In too deep
A/N: Wee I'm back! I wrote this in calculus yesterday which shows how much I love math!!!!!!! *sarcasm* but here you go... it's weird but yeah! P.S. sorry for the ambiguous pronouns again... it's a bad habit of mine I guess. Also, the ending sucks.
Everything around her turns to liquid--it is still there, and she can feel it tickling her flesh, but every time she tries to grasp it, it slips through her fingertips.
And before she knows it, the world around her is an ocean and she is drowning. Waves are violently crashing around her and she struggles to keep her head above, grasping for just another breath. She can no longer see where the cerulean kisses the shoreline. Breathing becomes harder. She is so desperately lost.
She wonders when she managed to swim so far out. Just a minute ago, she swears she was dipping her toes in the shallow water. When did she manage to engulf her entire body in the raging sea? Then, she realizes that it does not matter because she's in too deep.
She cannot swim any longer.
So she lets the current whisk her away into the unknown, her life completely slipping through her fingertips.
She is too desperately lost.
