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[ky-landfill]

[cheeriochat]

I drew Akechi as loki!!!! It took me 5 hours gripping a mouse as hard as I could to finish this!!! My drawing tablet didnt like my computer today!!!!

[0nebatch-a]

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@snipesaw​​ said: “And most days… I wish I stayed dead.”

How long could Frank harbor these feelings for a man who couldn’t hold onto the memory of what he’d done? The truth was, Frank wanted to HATE Billy- every time he saw his scarred up face, he was the one who remembered why it looked that way.  This man before him was a hollow rendition of the heartless bastard who’d allowed what took place to take place. The man who was supposed to be his BEST friend, the one who had his back- Frank had TRUSTED Billy, loved him, even. He was his brother, his confidant, someone who understood what it was like, being at WAR- Who saw the ghosts in his eyes and didn’t let him drift to far with them.. Frank sat in a chair across the room from Billy’s bed. The words he spoke gave Frank no solace. Of course he wished he’d stayed dead. Frank wanted nothing more for the both of them. An end. To the pain, the darkness, this suffering they were both enduring. Frank wanted it to END. He wanted life to be what it was supposed to be, and instead it was this fucked up twisted bullshit of blood and bullets. For a man who loved to be at war, he was done.  Frank laughs, and it’s not a ‘happy’ sound, it’s one that’s cold, and lifeless.  “Yeah, Bill. I wish I’d of stayed dead too, but you couldn’t make sure that happened, could you?”  The chair beneath him creaks as he rocks slightly. A motion he made when the feelings began to well up inside- his head cocked to the side as he exhaled. “No, no, you let me LIVE with all of it Bill. Everything that you did, everything you DIDN’T do- You let ME live wit it.”

[kishimotomasashi]

I can’t answer asks rn bc my credit is running out but with the last of it I bring you this video and speech from Sasuke that always makes me sad

[glitchedcosmos]

Ep 5 of Tadc has made me unironically feel the need to hit up my therapist again

[goneawandering]

“No, there is nothing anyone can do.” (so what if... lou is really sick...)

It wasn't often that Hunt was at a loss for words but as his world was crumbling around him, he couldn't find anything to say. He had already begged, demanded, wept, begged some more. Everything the doctors did wasn't making his girl any better, and all he could do was sit with her now. There wasn't a single thing they could fix, there wasn't some miracle drug or spell to be said. Hunt looked through the door at Lou, how awful she appeared in that big ass bed, how frail she had become.

Sniffling a little, brushing at his tears, Hunt stepped into the room to take his place beside Lou once more, kissing the back of her hand gently. "Hi, my love," he rasped, slid his thumbs over the back of her hand slowly. "Lookin' beautiful as always." He had to hide what he felt, to hide that dread that she would close her eyes in front of him and never open them again. To hide that fear of listening to her last breaths. Swallowing the lump in his throat, pressing his forehead to her hand, Hunt lost that control and let out a soft whine of a sound as tears began to fall again.

@parvamundi

[nako-doodles]

Just freaking nerfed myself thinking about Tae's Tata mic face

why would you target my achilles heel like this????????????

[bowwed]

which imaginary illness do you have?

storm  syndrome.

you  never  really  knew  how  to  be  yourself,  distancing  yourself  from  your  own  existence  -  standing  outside  of  the  house  even  as  the  storm  closed  in.  you  are  going  through  the  motions  of  everyday  life,  uncaring  except  for  the  toughest  storms.  each  one  feels  like  the  one  -  the  one  that  will  finally  be  too  much  for  you.  somehow  it  isn't  -  it  never  is  (  except  the  last  one  ).  and  as  the  people  around  you  pick  their  lives  back  up  and  move  on,  barely  bothered  by  the  storm,  you  still  carry  it  in  you  -  one  foot  in  your  life  and  one  out  of  it.  and  when  they'll  ask  about  you,  asking  questions  about  your  future,  your  plans,  your  dreams  the  only  honest  answer  would  be  "  i  don't  know,  i  never  thought  i'd  make  it  this  far.  ”