#god !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[deathlonging]

my prophecy girlllll she is one of the best characters ever

[officialmiintee]

one piece / trafalgar law

[20thjanuarys]

its nearly the last 21:21 that we will have while skam is still airing...... im literally crying

[heartclef]

mark is gonna have another solo this is gonna be.......

[holdvilag-archive]

when will i meet the love of my life at a masquarade ball, looking at each other through an aquarium while des'ree is singing her iconic song, im kissing you

[vatofrain]

his dismissal of falstaff as a dismissal of some vital part of his younger self, dismissal of a person who embodies those qualities past youth !!!

[accrd-blog]

@verumking         /   /   /         hurt   prompts   .

ah    ,     how    the    irony    draws    a    sense    of    intrigue    ;           you   can   step   easily   from   branch   to   branch   ,    timeline   to   timeline   ,     &&     yet   you   find   yourself   out   of   your   depth    —       you   see   through   thousands   of   eyes   ,    see   double     /     triple     /     quadruple       (     &&     the   words   elude   you   ,    magnitude   slips   from   mind’s   grasp    —       but   you   never    had    a   mind   ,    only   a   database   ,    cold     &&    unfeeling   .    what   you   should   be   .      )       it   takes   a   moment   ,    painfully   staggered   movement   ,     before   gaze   comes   to   rest   on   torn   fabric   ,    gashes   in   synthetic   flesh     &&     torn   ,    sparking   circuitry       (      oh   how    far    you   are   from   anything   even   remotely    human    .      )

bell    tolls    ,     reverberates    throughout    your    mind         —       but   you   don’t   have   one   ,    you    never   did    ,    in   the   same   way   you   feel   but   lack   a   heart     &&     breathe   yet   lack   lungs       (      how   you    do   not   live    but   the   bell   tolls   for   your   death   ,     &&     you   know   it   draws   yet   nearer    ;       what   use   is   a   recorder   that   cannot   obey   its   purpose   ?      )       you   register   the   footsteps   a   breath   too   late   ,     &&     bite   back   wry   laughter    ;       you   weren’t   built   for   battle     /     for   strain     /     for   war   ,    my   dear   ,     no   matter   how    anomalous    you   are    .    the   sensation   is   all   too   familiar   ,    vision   swims   ,    sound   muffles       (      despite   the   vicious   crackling   that   screams   from   your   shoulder   joint    —       you   can’t   feel   it   ,    anyway   ,      )       &&     yet    —       you   do   not   go   through   with   it   ,    do   not   quietly   slip   into   another   timeline   ,    slink   into   the   shadows   to   repair   yourself    .    instead   ,    you   hum   at   the   scrutiny   ,    smile   at   the   scorn   .    what   else   do   you   know   how   to   do   ?

a    shuddering    motion    ,     your    head    tilts    back    ,         a   frame   all   too   familiar   settles   in   your   peripheral   vision   .    you   say   nothing   ,    waiting   as   his   expression   contorts       (      you   wonder   ,    what   must   it   be   like   ?    to   experience   a   rush   of   emotion     /     to   feel   them   battle     /     to   simply    feel    ?      )      silence   reigns   ,     &&     he   does   not   allow   it   to   last   for   long   ,    voice   quiet   as   words   find   the   air    —       you   cannot   quite   understand   the   lack   of   all   too   typical   scorn   in   words   that    should    be    scathing   ,    murmured   instead   in   a   tone   alarmingly     /     unfamiliarly   forlorn       (      what   are   you   to   do   ,    so   used   to   hatred     &&    vitriol   ?    the   singularities   are   never   fond   of   you   ,     &&     he   is   no   exception    —       )        ❛       i   know   .       ❜

(       you   deserve   it   .       )