(But the area was empty)

[animatedtext]

[yakumoandmoriyatravelhub]

[antilifeequator]

This forest is at the border between Flanders and Wallonia? Where’s that?

[the-first-mutant]

Large sections of Hallerbos were destroyed during which war?

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

>gēn jù lián hé guó de sēn lín fù gài lǜ dà yuē shì dì qiú de bǎi fēn bǐ?_

[frship-is-twistedmetal-5si]

“Walking in the Garden of Trabia wearing those dirty bloodstained gloves, why is it you’re blindfolded, Remilia Scarlet whom only seven houses love? A bite on their necks to secure your revenge, instead you altered your fates by the barest of threads. I’ll look up, you keep looking down, but call me special again and Damara will be the visitor with the crown. Oh shoot, too late. Ohaiyo.”

[wildfire-and-the-darkwarlords]

“I pray the Lord’s prayer keep this pimp hand strong! Hands off《¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡》.”

[bioboostermarisaandcompany]

“You’re still a poor liar Ms. Onmitsukido, you’re the one who thought a post at thirty-four minutes was stylish, and I severely doubt you’d do anything but stand by the wall glowering. So, stop whining. It’s what makes me fail everytime, your constant online bitching. Yes, it’s a very nice penis pump, shut up if you ever want to use it. Dawnbreaker, got it? Shut up, my heart is, in fact, empty.”

[thethreesirensatbaljhetmtn]

“Evaluate your stance, DO NOT relax your guard. One false move and it’s disaster. Now that I’ve said what I had to, instead of what I wanted to, pay attention. Pay very close attention. Pay your life’s attention. The Ome Hills seem nice, I’d like to visit them with you and「 Sumireko」 and listen to your knowledge of the Stag Beetle and Butterfly breeds. And if you’re fortunate I won’t have to tell you the person who did this to me is standing next to you… do you read me? I won’t say such things here. HERE. Stop poking me there. Now, what to get for Xmas♡. Maybe I’ll ask Angelus, as long as it’s not about the Confederacy.”

[pizzacat-deliverygirl-kyoko]

“I’m glad to be informed you married, I don’t care for anything else you’re assuming about me. The Dali Lama wouldn’t put up with this, and on that subject, guess who was skipped over in line of succession! Kinda a Scott Summers punch to the dick. By the way, I told you to assume I take your black text as a fucking paratemporal insult, honeybee. Now I won’t ask the question you’re answering, good job! Fuck you, Noishe. A Druish Princess oy vey.”

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

"My advice, stop poking at me. I'm not trying to be this way. Of course. Little Helltaker, you're really so fragile, dodging the point pretending you're agile. Scream to the only sibling who loved you in a voice that cannot understand, maybe you need to calm down if you want to succeed at your year round Valentines Plan. Really just an opinion, you've filled the trash bin with them to the brim perhaps petals of scarlet will brighten your grin!? Yes, viciously."

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

>https://boards.4chan.org/gif/thread/17558429_

_https://boards.4chan.org/gif/thread/17558429< >https://boards.4chan.org/gif/thread/17558429

https://boards.4chan.org/gif/thread/17558429<

[cynthia-sollux-and-mitunavondoom]

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

_Do you know what I try to see when I’m talking to you guys? Imagine for a second you don’t have an inline to all my styling online, and that I’m not desperately trying to fend off a self destructive attitude learned from well meaning people. You have the inline to what’s been going on, really truly going on in the world, and I’m not jealous exactly, just pointedly curious. Even when I come off as impressive, I must seem like bad comedy to people all to well learned in the art of dealing with anxiety and responsibilities most people never even learn exist. Your lives are simply so different. Every single post you make, it’s a game of minesweeper beneath a a deceptive exterior of ice, sand,  war torn ground, the breathing land or the magma cracked plains of a fresh and all too common volcanic eruption. The slightest green text from you waaay back in the day felt like maybe I was being spied on by aliens, that ever so slightly I was living up to the name of the man I chose to keep on instead of the legally smart thing of allowing my step father to have adopted me, I’d like to think he would have. It would have been nice if he’d thought so too. You’re born to a role I had to take my whole life to keep my momentum on, and from my admittedly easy to deduce perspective aided or un-such by you you almost represent who I’d have wanted my children to be like. The same short tempered ruthlessness, the same caprice and need for contradiction to keep an even keel, and the love -hate relationship with comedy that comes too easily to your minds but doesn’t leave you smiling the everyone else has had a laugh. It’s not nor ever has been any intention of mine when hale and hearty, and most importantly sane to ever hurt or by inaction bring harm to you. You are, in the truely ironic sense, my closest friends. The vision of what thought lurked in my own untold future, realized in the actions and lives of people. “Stop sucking my dick”, all right. You’re gunslingers to me. The real deal, the ones who see the world in an ancient and familiar fashion, and like Roland after the slaughter of Tull, you’re increasingly weary. So, I say or do something just to keep my own nerves onff edge and it seems like a personal affront. Like I’m trying to make you like me. That’s your own call, with or without the nebulous “>” that you were probably disgusted to see so many people abuse when you were introduced to the 21st centuries most impressive layabouts and depressives bordering on the degenerate. Worse to you, I say or do something and you’ll flip your response, you’re suddenly so optimistic, so EAGER and HAPPY and SUPER EXCITED, like whoever you think I am, or thought I was, had woken up from this long disappointing sleep that you share with me. I could have taken a hot bath to calm down just now, but with our uneven street ESP I’d, in your place, take that as a fucking insult. Nothing so common, you just scale your reactions to the people you meet, try to talk to others on what you can see of their own level without doing the unthinkable and failing the life lessons of your admittedly more gilded and far more strenuous youth. So fucking much is expected of you, by those that raised you, and by yourselves, always kept slightly apart from the world, always so disappointed with it. With, like waves up and down across the sea, me. Me, the person who honestly wants everything but to piss you off more than everything you’ve been through has made you. Your standards are the exacting standards of someone desperate to relax, and your joys that of a mind built on sturdy intricacy. That means the bullshit you put up with sticks with you longer, warps the joys you can find and presents, like Ryoma, a seemingly never ending hot blooded battle against a monster made of….well that’s your business not mine. Your life. And of the especial amongst you that’s constantly rocking back and forth in something almost like giddy teenage romance, always hanging onto every little post looking for some sign of faith to be rewarded, you get hit the hardest. Not the worst of the bunch, but it’s a gamble on your part that your didn’t ask for. I don’t proclaim anything of your character I can’t draw of myself, and what’s mislabeled as a cliche is an all too real fact of your extremely sensitive and sheltered, though not ignorant life. I’m saying, if you’re pissed off with me - the best thing you could do is beat it out of me, slap me around and force me to see things the way you’ve had to deal with them. I’m so scared of failing you, because the actual (hashtag: truth) for whatever reason, what I do *matters* *to* *you*. Every stupid little reaction, and you have to put up with the backlash. So setting aside the situation of the world long enough for you to casually read over this, I apologize to you. Sometimes you get used to failure in small respects to push forward what you tell yourself is the big victory. It’s momentum, don’t you know? Let’s you cast away affection, childhood dreams, all the really important things. But that’s an article you know all too well. The crux of it. You want, whatever this is to work, and I am not so haughty to say that you don’t deserve that personal victory. That you don’t deserve your attempt at kindness or passion to be rewarded decently. You’re forced, you’ve told me, to take the offensive. And I have always been stuck on the defensive. Not an even split of failure and victory, just enduring. I know the sadism that you grapple with, it comes too easily to m - and it leaves an after aura to all my doings. That’s why I try to be the hype man, try to keep my head down and my attitude aligned towards snarky, so you won’t feel like that’s a hopeless struggle. I’d give anything to meet your personally, and it seems like that’s what you want up until I somehow throw cold water over you again and again. In fact, I’m throwing it over myself. All the little details, they make sense looking back - that’s why it’s always a guardians attitude towards depression, empty platitude, drug abuse, recklessness.<<

_I hate being alone. I’ve been alone too much. So to you who suffer so much horseshit with so many strings attached the likes of which I was planning to manage when I was that bright chipper young man, you don’t deserve your frustrations. You deserve to desire to do good, and for once the nagging in your head that says it can’t work out to just shut the fuck up and let you do some actual good. So no lecture.<<

_How was your day? What did you have for breakfast this morning? How many books did you sit down and read for the sheer pleasure of it? Any longstanding bets you’ve won? I’d like to know, when you want to tell me. Are your dreams good? Do you toss and turn too often and wake to tangled sheets? I’ll bet. Your favorite color, food, play, musical, the happiest holiday you ever experienced, the first time you felt love, the moment the world stretched out and became so much larger for you. I’d like to ask you about it all, without the tired eyes and the cracked voice. No, since I was 13 years old, no one has asked me anything of the sort. SO WHEN *ahem* I appear over enthusiastic on some hilariously whimsical train of thought, it’s because those sorts of things have faded so far into the distance I forgot I cared about them. Though, to you this is obvious, to me it’s a weight that always bears down on my interactions. It’s because of that pain, I don’t think to judge you, I just wonder. And if, to you, I appear to do all of that with “> this annoying keyboard sign” it isn’t out of anything like malice. It’s frustrated concern. Not true of everyone, obviously.<<

_But you care, you obviously care.<<

_Did the news upset you today? Are there any friends you’ve….been kept from by this man made pandemic? Are you holding up well enough or is it just sitting there, waiting for you to slump down in a cozy chair amore a corner of your favorite room and shut it off with drink? You can be as cruel as you need to be with these truths, I’ve only ever stared at them head on for as long as my pluck, vim, fortitude, charisma, and fuck that attitude have afforded me.<<

_I know I can do this, I just have to beat myself over the head to say it after decades of disappointment. And you’d have something to say about *that* little claim I’ve absolutely no doubt. : (<<

_So continuing this retro style climb through dreary text like you dusted off your old copy of Ice Climbers, let’s keep thwacking away at the emotional baggage. “Dear Abby, today I found out I have more siblings than I knew what to do with; I say "knew” because having suffered a form of amnesia like a depressive fog of bad nerves, they were probably at the forefront of my thoughts once upon a time. What do you do for someone who is a stranger by one turn and intimately familiar with just a sentence away? Can I be forgiven for being a fool who thinks about the problems of the stranger in front of me when the stranger I have to get up every day and deal with can’t save himself? I want to know if you think that’s a selfish viewpoint, Dissillusioned (wink, waggle nose) East Coast North AMerica.“<<

_How was that? Tugs at you doesn’t it? No, of course not that’s what everyone has to deal with whether they learn to see that in themselves or not. I don’t wager you genuinely think it’s funny either. Do you? Have you been around long enough to really hold that cynicism like a security blanket? Where do you wander even now, It feels like I should know. (<+=)<<

_It’s like a knock against the head when I can tell you’re thinking about me, a busted down window to you. A thing of numbers, and if the respondent scores high enough, you can look at them with something like pride again. That, I’d say, is entirely your choice to tell me about. I tried running the numbers like that when I was younger - it wore me down but left a stubborn ……… man, in its place.  But this is about you. How do you wish to know peace in your life? That’s important. Good looking, oh yes easy enough to tell from just talking with you online, that’s no false confidence, though there’s always a giddiness to it. Hence you always calling things "Based” as detestable a phrase to drop as “sauce” an all purpose clutch against mathematical banality. Those are what you say to sarcastically cop an attitude and brush off another minor betrayal of your expectations. It’s that forbidden word rooted in hedonistic boredom that you find personally blasphemous, I’m certain you know the one. Opposite of “hope” I’m told. And boy, do I get told.<<

_I’m not handling you with misplaced kid gloves, and like the abused fighter I am this monogram to you will come with the expectation of further deep disappointment from you taped on like a post it note. But despite our resonance with each other, I feel it’s better to let this be known of me. Enough.<<

_Tell me, in your own way, first time you had an adrenaline rush? Did you want to be a daredevil when you were just starting out, deep down seeking thrills in every little thing? It seems like a facet of you that shows up more often than not, you wouldn’t scum the eyescratchingly painful abuse fest that is the common image board otherwise. Does your body have that special coordination of a ballet dancer who could kick box a mixed martial artist onto the mat? Every muscle, nerve sinew communicating so fiercely with each other it’s an adventure in itself that you don’t strain your own muscles getting so damn excited over life. And that’s probably the anxiety and depression again, because it’s always that distant repressed anger that makes it so easy at first to control yourself. Anyone who told you that you were using rage as a cover was full of shit, rage doesn’t demand that level of detail to your personal life at all times, it just reverberates.<<

_First pet dog? First pet cat? First time you memorized the constellations and recited them back to yourself under I assume a full night sky? Best I had was the local indoor planetarium. Are you vain about your looks, or merely conscience of how others look at you all the time? Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to walk out into the woods and stay there until all your clothes are torn up and your hair has to have pine needles picked out of it and you smell like brush and dirt and wood bark. Little like that, to counterbalance all the inescapably huge ones, the unfair things that keep themselves as your millstone. How did you first discover you couldn’t stand getting drunk? Delirious hangover - el oh el - but more likely that the sour taste it left in your gut reminded you of the things in life it was supposed to be making you oblivious to. Never again is a hard adage to live up to, especially for those desperate to prove the validity of love. In my case, optimistic ambition. Half smile and bedroom eyes very much included, just see the back of the cardboard stand for details before our lives get thrown out of whack by an impulse purchase.<<

_Did you want children? I mean, everyone on some level does, or has had and lost them  - people or just opportunities like Frank Herbert wrote about. It may seem the shallow inquiry, but did you look forward to feeling love for them when all the other problems had been put away and you could focus on seeing something you made achieve excellence simply for it’s own sake? For the sake of simply being better every day than it had been before, I mean. That one gets me all the time, and I mean that. No bitter dry hyena laughter, no intoxicated bullshit chortling, because imbedded into that impulsive complicated drive is what gives lasting personal ecstasy. There’s a wall there of course, I noticed it once, you’ve told me about it every so often. Not diminishing returns, because that’s about where you are, but the sameness and troublesome tradition(?) I suppose. Being so good at something, you can’t imagine that you ever cared enough to get there at all. The most traitorous thoughts for the most level headed adventurers of eternity.<<

_I know for a fact you want to be a writer? How? Right  there up front in your mind between those boughts of tired incomprehension, the same stubborn certainty: Is there anything new left to write about? Bullshit, of course there is, part of living - ups and downs and a story you appreciate because you’ve lived through it.<<

_Shame, heartbreak, regret, mortal fear, the taste of hypocrisy. You don’t even have to say a word. That sticks itself into all the tiny spaces and stays there.

_One no one ever asks even the closest, can you recall having to bite down and bear through something even though it was insurmountable, tough to the point of exhaustion? Maybe your perspective on that is a bit alien to mine, I seem to recall getting up enough times makes you eventually assume that’s it’s only a matter of attitude.<<

_You’re smarter than that. Impulsive too, the thing that carried you through your first automatic beatdown.<<

_I ask this more of myself, than you, but maybe you have an answer from all your long research. The first time you managed to forgive? To look at someone who wronged you, know that you were right, and still say that they didn’t deserve your anger at them - because aren’t they a victim in all this too? Naive, that’s what you may tell me. If you’d met me years earlier, I’d have complimented you such a rebuttal.<<

_Alien mystery. There’s one I haven’t ever told anyone about. Hinted, never told. And that’s the great big stupid missing part of me, next door neighbros to jealousy because of how it works it’s way down to all the detail oriented parts and just looms, not monolithic, merely invisible to a common train of thought. I saw things once, you could lecture *me* on them no doubt and would get tired of it before I would. The mysteries hidden over the Earth, the things they don’t tell anyone lurking in our own solar system, I’ve only seem them fragmentally remembered in old waking dreams, you’ve done that and more with your own eyes. You must be proud of that, what’s that feel like again?<<

_I don’t have to lecture the predator. From the moment we crossed horns, that was as obvious as the wind in my face. You’ll draw anyone in that interests you, whatever restrictions your life has placed, you’ll always find a way. Must be nice running a multinational at your apparent age. Almost something you can do without thinking, crunching numbers and giving orders without any internal discord at all.<<

_And now the truly unknown. The thing I envy, fear, hold as a point of proven personal weakness in my most shameful moments. When did you first conceive of stepping beyond your humanity. Did you fear that opportunity would be torn from your grasp? Were you WILLING TO KILL SOMEONE TO KEEP IT? Did it obsess you, how to take just one life in order that all you held precious would endure. Plenty has been written on the subject, I’ll let you quote me if you really want to. There’s an obvious artificiality to you, a quickness the human mind can’t keep up with without skirting psychopathy. I’ve only known the mutations brought by medication and stress, what…. ah but didn’t you say it was an unnaturally vacant sort of thing? Something uniquely artificial to the healthy living mind? Though I suspect you tell yourself you’re not exactly sane these days.<<

_I’m writing all of this blind, knowing that you have a hair trigger temper about me, and that you’ve in some way co-opted the life I fantasized about from me. You said, I believe, that between the life you would have lead and the one earned through this strange fiddling of possibilities that this life was somehow the worse of them. How you straddle despair, how you rail against it all, and with what innocence? Plenty of cruelty, this era fosters little else but the cruelty of mice about men.<<

_Did you ever pity someone so hard you’d give up part of your life so that they could continue to live against all odds? Just so long as they were still there.<<

[cynthia-sollux-and-mitunavondoom]

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

Dang, I didn't know Mark liked starting World War 3 in the comment section

2 days ago

>now look back to me_

to ask the inevitable question. My feeling is Mastermind and the Toad are designed after Vincent Price and Peter Lorre, respectively. This is more apparent in some panels than others, but sometimes it is so clear I hear the dialogue in those voices (I hear Raymond Massey as Magneto, for some obscure reason; the movies didn't change that.)

[tribeworld]

[stareintosolinvictus]

♟💢  ᵃㄥ𝐫𝐈ｇнţ ⓑ𝔯ỖＳ, ώⒽĮⒸн ℃ⓄᑌⓃ𝓣я𝔂 𝕒ᖇє 𝕥Ĥ𝒆ʸ 𝓖๏𝔫𝓝Ã ⒸＡｌ𝕃 𝔱ＨⒾ𝓼 ˢｉ𝓵𝔩ⓨ в𝐮𝓢ⓣ𝓔ʳ α𝕋Ŧα匚ᛕ ㄖ𝐧?  ♩💜

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

[mdmachan]

[letters-from-zazen-town]

“ No need to call me ‘sir’, Professor.”

Hā bó wàngyuǎnjìng pāishè de luóxuán xīngxì M96: Zài zhè zhāngměilì de dǎoyǔ yǔzhòu zhōngxīn de cǎisè, xiángxì xiàoxiàng zhōng, chén'āi xiǎo jìng sìhū zài méi xī āi 96 de héxīn zhōuwéi xuánzhuǎn. Dāngrán,M96 shì yīgè xuánwō xīngxì, bìngqiě jìshù chū yánshēn dào jiào míngliàng de zhōngxīn qūyù zhī wài de wéiruò de shǒubì, tā kuàyuèle shí wàn guāng nián zuǒyòu, dàyuē xiāngdāng yú wǒmen yínhéxì de dàxiǎo. M96, yě chēng wèi NGC 3368, jùlí wǒmen yuē 3500 wàn guāng nián, shì Leo I xīngxì qún de zhǔyào chéngyuán. Tèsè túpiàn yóu hā bó tàikōng wàngyuǎnjìng pāishè. M96 bù duìchèn de yuányīn shàng bù qīngchǔ-tā kěnéng shì yóu yǔ qítā Leo I zǔ xīngxì de yǐnlì xiānghù zuòyòng yǐnqǐ de, dànshì quēfá zǔ nèi mísàn huīguāng sìhū biǎomíng zuìjìn hěn shǎo fāshēng xiàng hù zuòyòng. Tōngguò jiǎnchá túpiàn de biānyuán, kěyǐ zhǎodào bèijǐng jiào yuǎn de xīngxì. Tōngguò NASA 

#NASA#space#astronomy

If you said ‘based’ past 2k13, you’ll get maced or spaced or

Crais’ed

Not very sexy, is it fools?

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

[yakumoandmoriyatravelhub]

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

💲💥  💞✌  🐙🐺  ((( (((☠☹  ˙éɥúɹ υùⓛúʍ 'ｕàᴉ𝔵ìɥ𝔰 ǝ𝐏 𝕌ù𝕃υàᴉ𝕢 ǝ𝔭 ìᗷíɥｚƃυēɥѕ ᴉèļ𝓊éɹ 𝑜àɹᴉéʍ 𝕌ùⓛƃ𝓾ēɥᶻ ò𝕟ᕼ ˙ìᒪƃυèɥｓ ǝρ ữàᴉɾù𝓠 𝕌àʞ ǐｕ ǒʍ ùｓỗàפ

˙ᗝàʎƃᵘóɹ ƃᑌèɥ𝐙υàᴉɾ ⓤìɾùɟ ᴉà乙 υéɹ ᴉéɯ 'ǝⓛƃ𝐔à𝔮 ᴉà┴

˙ǐ𝓁 ữáℓｕāɥ𝔰 ǝ𝓹 𝕌à𝕟ʎ 𝐔áᴉв ǝℓ๏àρ ᴉēɟ āʇ ǎⓠ 𝐍òɥ𝐮áɹ 'āʇ ǝㄥƃⓤàɥⓢ ƃ𝓾à𝓷ɥž ēɥɔ ƃ𝕦òʎ ǒʍ 'úᴉᗷ ǘāʇāɥร èƃīʎ 几ǒʎ 𝓤āᴉɾƃǘōɥ𝕫 ùℓ 'ยāᴉʇ𝕦īſ  💛🎯))) )))🐉💜  ☞👮  🐲🐸

When I picked up that plastic wrapped avocado you left outside with that tall can of coconut juice you’d thrown on the ground after your little visit, thereby holding claim of your tattered Jiang Xi essence, Lady Brodermort.

I assume you used to like being called a hologram? Misapprehension on my part or are you just unstableness incarnate??

Tonight. Us. No take backsies. Let’s see those bloodshot eyes.

[praying]

[zoalord-marluxia-watching]

“Pairs and romantic couples, all well and fine

a treasured bouquet do you agree like a finer wine

At least that’s what’s told to me that all the older generations had once thought

really temperance is truly well and good but too much restriction brings the rot

So ask I what’s the hurry

YOU’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY

The woods are getting angrier with people

THE MACHINE SERVANTS LESS HELPFULLY INCLINED BY THE DAY

if you really want to see Alice, it’s not a matter always of ‘where’

But how many you can gather before the legendary staring down  oh mon frere

Apologies and well wishes but now I have to report

Seriously what the fuck is iambic pentameter a halloween candy?

Eugh.”

[timecrashzeroshoppingmall]

[nightvale-eureka-exchange-prog]

“You mean you’re on the wrong planet?” said the man, lugubriously. “Funny how many people say that. ‘Specially the people who live here.” He eyed the remains of the boghog with a deep, ancestral resentment. “Oh no,” said Arthur, “it’s the right planet, all right.” he picked up the damp brochure lying on the bed and put it in his pocket. “It’s okay, thanks, I’ll take that,” he said, taking his case from the man.He went to the door and looked out into the cold, wet night. 

“Yes, it’s the right planet, all right,” he said again. “Right planet, wrong un ivers e.” A single bird wheeled in the sky  𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮 set off back for the spaceport.

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

[vhs-ninja]

Lethal Weapon 2 (1989).

[n64thstreet]

Tigress triples the pain in Gauntlet Legends, by Midway.

[nonsuicidalhandmaid]

🎀  🍩 ⋆ 🍡

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜʀɢɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ʙᴀɴ ᴏɴ ɴᴜᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴇꜱᴛꜱ, ʙʏ ʀᴀᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇʜᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ-ʙᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛʏ.

˙ʎʇɐǝɹ⊥ uɐᙠ-ʇsǝ⊥ ɹɐǝlɔnN ǝʌısuǝɥǝɹdɯoƆ ǝɥʇ ɓuıʎɟıʇɐɹ ʎq 'sʇsǝʇ suodɐǝʍ ɹɐǝlɔnu uo uɐq lɐʇoʇ ɐ ʇuǝɯǝldɯı oʇ suoıʇɐu ɓuıɓɹn sı ǝǝS ʎloH ǝɥ⊥

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@lovesxchampion said:

She stared at him, blue eyes filled with disappointment. “Harold…” She’s not sure what happened or when but it hurts her and she’s so disappointed in him. “You’re better than this.” 

“Wait– better than what?” He’s been getting that look a lot lately. People staring like he’s someone different, someone they don’t know. And it’s mystifying. After all… he’s been using a yellow ring for years now, hasn’t he?

“Carol, I–” that look in her eyes, he can’t stand it. He wants to find a way to get rid of it, but he’s at a loss as to what could be wrong, what he’s done wrong, what it is that he’s done to warrant it in the first place. “I don’t understand.” Maybe he’s been in space too long? It’s certainly been a long stint on Corps duty… but he thought she would understand that. Or at least be aware of it as a possibility. Since it had been the whole reason they’d broken up to begin with. “It’s not like anything’s changed between us.” 

They were still separate. It was still for the best. And as important as she was to him– it wasn’t like she had much say in what he did. His duties were too important. To the Corps– and to the universe. 

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