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only on tumblr would you get a blog themed around supporting victims of domestic violence with a url, pfp, and regular posts fixated on praising johnny depp
A Fool
A sob rocked it's way out of his throat, the sound of a pure wounded animal echoing in the dark room sounded foreign to his own ears, his chest heaves harshly and he swears he could feel the air choking him.
The familiar feeling of helplessness and despair clawed itself into his throat, numbly he can already register the feeling of his nails digging deep into his throat, subconsciously searching for a way to release this terrifying distress and pain that has clouded his mind and eyes.
But he didn't care about that. All he care was the person in front of him.
He failedhefailedhefailedhefailed-
The curled up body on the floor mocked him of his own worthlessness, as if the fate was laughing at him for being so daring to even go against what was already set in stone.
Gone was the warm smile and eyes full of loves. Gone of those gentle calloused hands patting his hair, the soft scolding he always gave whenever he did something bad, gone was the soft onyx eyes filled with fondness that always left him with a warm feeling.
Only a shell of once what he could've been laying on the floor.
And it was all his fault.
All because of his own carelessness and selfishness.
Numbly, he can hear the sound of the door opening behind him. His enhanced hearing helps him even though the thunder was loud above him, even though he felt like the world has just stopped moving in front of him,
The world is silent, and for once, Kakashi hates it.
He can't hear the calming steady heartbeat of his father, can’t hear the soft laugh nor the soft comforting humming Kakashi used to love when he makes dinner with a soft smile on his face.
No more soft “Welcome back, Kashi” when he opens the door of their house.
Nothing but cold and harsh silence with an unnaturally still body of a once warm and cheery man that he always idolizes.
"Oh..Kakashi..."
Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled away, numbly he let them be. It's not like they could do anything to him. A soft voice murmurs in his mind, screming of betrayals and the other voice screams for the father he lost today. But outwards, Kakashi stayed silent, numbly watching his father’s cooling body laying down in in front of him. Distantly ignoring the arms that is stillpuling him away from his father, It's not like he'll stop them if they do,
It's not like he cares anymore.
Kakashi watch with detached curiosity as the arm circles around him, pulling him into a warm embrace of a person.
Sunshine, ramen, ink, oh— It's Minato-sensei.
He can't feel anything. Why is it so cold? Why is the world suddenly feel so empty?
Kakashi doesn't want to think anymore. He feel tired, both mentally and physically. He just wants to sleep, to forget about all of these visions of angry Goddess, to forget about the tragedy of a bumbling idiot and a girl with his hand through her chest, to forget about the sun kissed hair slowly being tainted with a deep dark crimson colour,
To, for once, forget and pretends that the world won’t die in the future.
So Kakashi close his eyes and let himself falls into a never ending abyss.
A familiar figure of a yellow and black haired boy stood by, watching with a keen and sharp eyes. A pink haired girl smiles sadly at the crumpled form of the little boy. Without Kakashi knowing, a new sillhoute of a familiar grey haired man with a dark storm eyes appears next to them, staring mournfully at the small slumped boy with hand stretching onwards, only to go through the little boy.
The man cries while the other three watch in a somber silence.
This is my dog, Elsa ❤ She's a chiweenie
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I choked on my coffee. A CHIWEENIE???? Best name ever??? CUTEST LIL FACE EVER???
Her LIL EARS SO CUTE
Writing Maedhros in Angband like ...
Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on [x]
I feel personally attacked
anyway i might reblog a few arts to remind myself i can like finish stuff and stuff and stuff n s t u ff
hello what
For the shipping ask! - 😑✌💤
Ship that you’re indifferent to: 😑
Whis/Beerus. (SORRY ZAMI). I don’t know, I just don’t have an opinion. I don’t hate it nor really ship. Let them do their own thing I guess :v
Ship that you find cute but don’t ship: ✌
Well I mean if I find it cute CLEARLY I’m going to ship it. (I ship my own bunny slippers, what makes you think I won’t ship anything else-)
Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤
Hiccup/Astrid from How to Train your Dragon. I think I am the only person in the Httyd fandom that DOESN’T ship them. I just.. I can’t. I just don’t like Astrid in general, so I can’t really imagine her in a relationship.. Sorry fandom.