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WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED PLEASURE DID THE WRITERS OF RWBY VOL9 CH8 FEEL WHEN THEY DECIDED TO BREAK MY HEART INTO PIECES.
I’m currently in a genuine state of shock.
Just the way they all started circling her. And she could barely defend herself. Then she did and they… I…. What?
Lucien: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.
THIS REMINDS ME OF ALL THE MOMENTS IN 3RD LIFE WHEN GRIAN JUST SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY MISERABLE AND DEVASTATED (PLUS THE MOMENT IN SL WHEN “i just want some friends :(“)
headcanon time :D sad though :( (also just so this makes sense c!Martyn and c!Netty were together during evo and c!Netty died at the end of evo in my au 3:)
the night of the day Martyn beheaded Ren (causing red winter) Martyn wouldn’t let go of Ren at all. he was shivering and crying — Ren had no idea Martyn cared so much, if he did he wouldn’t never asked him to do it in the first place. Martyn couldn’t stand the thought of someone else he loved dying — especially in arms. he wanted to see Jimmy, Bigb — hell even Grian, especially Grian actually. he wanted to check Grian was ok, that he was a player and the watchers weren’t anywhere near him. but he feared if he let go of Ren for a few seconds he would drop dead or disappear into ashes. eventually he decided whenever he got too attached to someone, off they go. that’s what happened to Scott at the end of limited life :(. anyway headcanon time over 😋😋
Hidden Vulnerability (ft. Aventurine)
Pairing: Aventurine x reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, relationship hcs
A/N: I just want to hold him tightly and never let go. Might be OOC since his banner isn't out by the moment I'm writing this
Oh, how confident he usually is.
Right?
No one can make Aventurine's signature smile disappear. Even if just a moment ago he's been showered in different insults.
Seemingly so carefree, he plays his role perfectly in public, making people believe that it is not just a façade, but his true personality.
When in reality Aventurine convinces himself that he really doesn't care every single day.
You know, «conceal, don't feel, don't let them know». This is perfectly describes him.
At least his act goes on and on until he's completely alone and no one could see how his perfectly build personality cracks.
No one should know.
Except for you, the only person he really trusts.
Aventurine in public and Aventurine alone with you – are like two different people.
His fake confident expression disappears as soon as he's in your comfortable and reassuring presence. Aventurine doesn't need to be someone else with you.
Deep inside, he's still a little boy who doesn't want to be vulnerable in the eyes of other people because it's scary. Because they might hurt him.
Because they will use his weaknesses against him.
Hold him, hug him tightly. Show him that he is not alone in this crazy world, that he can be himself.
You're the only person who won't hurt him, won't make him suffer, won't use him like some kind of toy.
At least Aventurine hopes so.
And you're the only person who can see his sad expression filled with so much pain. It's exhausting, agonizing even to put on a brave face every minute of his existence.
But when he smiles in your arms, oh, Aeons, his smile is so pure and sincere. The kind of smile other people won't ever see.
You are his safe haven, his angel, his life.
Just let your love and kindness shine down upon him, guide him through the darkness.
happy jongin on the set of his levi’s cf ♡
WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THATTTTTT
Do you guys think that Michael Distortion kept it so warm inside the hallways because Michael Shelley died in bitter cold send post :)
the first episode of season 5 when hotch asks "what is Jack gonna remember of me in ten years?" BROKE ME i don't think i can handle watching him cry over his dead wife...
dokyeom sighs when you finish massaging his hands, but more in defeat than in relief.
"there you go, love", you announce, kissing his forehead before getting up to clean your own hands.
dokyeom sadly looks down at his palms, covered in a white cream. his doctor said he should try this new one, that maybe it would help better with his eczema - and even though he's always so positive, it still sucks to have to go through all this. again.
"how is it?"
"it's okay, i guess. it's not hurting anymore, the bits where my skin opened", he sighs. "how long do i have to be with this again?"
"about 20 minutes, then you can wash it off and apply the other one."
dokyeom just nods. yeah, well, at least it wasn't that bad-
"i know you hate this, but it's okay", you tell him, drying your hands on a towel. "it happens."
"i know", he looks up at you.
again, you lean down to kiss him - on his lips, this time -, and walks out of the bathroom.
"are you hungry? i can make us some dinner."
"wait for about 20 minutes, then we can cook together."
"i'm not letting you c-"
"there are gloves for a reason, darling", dokyeom chuckles. "please? cooking date?"
for the first time tonight, it's your turn to sigh. how can you say no to lee seokmin?
a/n: i hope his eczema gets better again, take care, dokyeomie ❤️🍒.
𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟!𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞.
𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. |𝟏.𝟕𝐤|
|𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭|
Sirius looked like hell the night he ran away from Grimmauld Place. His eyes were hollow, missing their sparkle, he was thin, basically skin and bone and covered in bruises. His lip was split, dried blood crusting around his chin and the corner of his mouth. His bones and muscles were tight, like he was a toy tightly wound, something my mother had told us, with nausea written all over her face, was a side effect of the extended use of the Cruciatus Curse.
I cried, James cried, my parents cried, but weirdly, Sirius never cried. It was like he was numb, sat in front of our fire place, wrapped in a Gryffindor blanket. His eyes were blank as he watched the flames, waited for the pain relief potion that my father made for him to kick in. When it was decided that Sirius would be living with us for the foreseeable future, Sirius looked relieved.
We'd known living with Walburga and Orion Black wasn't easy, we knew they were abusive, vindictive, and it had pained us to watch him return there every summer. But this had drawn a line, marked the end of Sirius' ability to withhold the abuse. He'd snapped and he'd run to safety, to us.
He sat in front of the fire for hours that night, James by his side, silently waiting for his best friend to start talking. I went to bed, cried and cried and cried because my heart ached for him.
Sirius Black had the biggest heart. He was so caring, so smart, so brave. And seeing him reduced to a shell of himself, after only spending a month with his family, broke my heart into pieces that I wasn't sure could ever be placed back together.
Things got worse in the days that followed. Sirius was weak, he wouldn't eat, and when he did, he couldn't hold anything down. My mother spent half her time fussing over him and the other half sending owls to everyone she knew at the ministry, trying to figure out a plan to help keep Sirius protected within our family, and especially when we returned to Hogwarts after the summer. I gave him space, watching from afar as he withered away, lost his personality, spent all of his time staring at walls or into the flames of the fire. James, on the other hand, clung to him like a damned koala. I knew he was only worried, his best friend had shown up on our door step only nights previous and practically collapsed through the front door.
On the Monday after Sirius came to us, James arranged for Remus and Peter to spend the rest of the summer at our house. It perked Sirius up a little, to know that his friends were rallying around him and while he'd abandoned the family he'd had all his life in running away, he had a family here waiting for him, waiting to smother him in love and care. My mother heard back from a woman in the protective services within the ministry, who assured my mother that Sirius would remain safe with us. Walburga Black wasn't about to put herself under scrutiny for a boy who'd disgraced the Black name by being sorted into Gryffindor. He wasn't worth it to her.
A war was brewing, every one knew it, and the Blacks couldn't cause any unwanted attention before it was due their time.
Sirius would stay with us. He'd be safe.
Yet, I still found myself tossing and turning at night, my mind constantly reeling. I couldn't stop picturing Sirius, alone and scared, wondering how much longer he could withhold Walburga's wrath. I worried for what would happen if she ever saw him again, if he ever decided he, for some reason, wanted to go back. I was terrified for him, spending my every waking moment worrying and planning and breaking my heart.
The digital clock on my night stand read three am, blinking bright red and irritating my tired eyes. Sleep refused to come to me, no matter how tired I was. I sat up, rubbing my face, trying to clear my mind of the intrusive thoughts, the worries. The door opened, a head of messy black hair creeping around the dark oak wood and into my room. He looked even paler, even hollower in the dull light my fairy lights provided. He didn't say anything at first, only hovered nervously, like he was scared to come closer.
I watched him, tears in my eyes, willing him to come closer, to let me be near him, to just let me hold him. I'd waited, I'd given him space, a whole weeks worth. I'd waited for him to come to me, I'd let my brother be the one to comfort him in his time of need. But for my own sanity, I needed Sirius in my space, I needed him to be near me, to hear him breathing, to feel his heart beating.
"James' snoring is doing my head in." His voice even sounded different.
What he once would have said with humour and sarcasm as an excuse to sneak into my bedroom, he now said with sadness, emptiness. He was different, in every way.
"You share a dorm with him all school year." I point out, smiling despite the atmosphere.
"I know." An attempt at a cheeky smile graces Sirius' lips and I feel some of the pressure lift from my lungs.
He sits halfway up my bed, I pull my legs into my chest to give him more space. He doesn't seem to want that, because he tentatively grabbed for my hand. His skin was soft, hands bony. My lips wavered to a frown. He turned my palm upside in his hand, traced his index across the palm lines. I watched intently, let him do whatever he was doing. He was silent for a while, just looking at my hand in his.
"I'm sorry I've been distant." Sirius said quietly, placing my hand down on his lap.
I sighed softly, daring to squeeze his thigh gently. He seemed to relax, muscle memory taking over from his guarded stance.
"You're sorry? Sirius, you've been through hell and back. You could have shown up here swinging a bat in my direction and you'd have nothing to be sorry for."
He looked up at me, eyes snapping to look at mine, "I would never hurt you. Ever."
"I know, I know," I mumbled softly, squeezing gently again, "I know you would never. I'm just- You have nothing to be sorry for, Sirius."
He smiled to himself, shifting to sit next to me against my head board. He got under the covers, sat his hands in his lap. He studied the photo wall at the bottom of my bed, littered in photos of all of us. Photos from previous summers, photos of after quidditch parties, photos of sleepovers and christmases.
At the bottom, on its own, a photo of Sirius and I last Valentine's Day. We couldn't celebrate like everyone else, not without everyone finding out. But he'd taken me to the Astronomy tower, hustled a picnic from the kitchen elves and we watched the stars. He'd taken the photo of us, despite my worries that someone would find it. He promised no one would. He kept it taped to the inside of his trunk until the final day of term, and then he gave it to me, assured me I should take it over the summer, to remind me how much he loved me.
I wish I'd slipped it into his pocket, then. So that when he was alone, scared, he'd have known I was always with him.
"I missed you." He said, quietly, barely even there.
There were tears in his eyes for the first time since he came here - came home.
"I missed you, too."
He moved, slowly, his bones still stiff, moving closer to me and putting his arm over my shoulder. I fell into him, hugging my knees, head on his chest, just listening to his heart beat, beat, beating. I felt peaceful, the weight in my chest slowly retracting. He was home. He was safe. He was here. With me.
"There's a war brewing," His voice was soft, like he'd already made peace with the fact, "I made it clear what side I was on, Walburga didn't much like that."
His lips rested on top of my head, his nose breathing in the scent of my shampoo. He felt safe, relaxed, he knew it was over now. But for how long, with a war brewing?
"She used the Cruciatus Curse on you." I said.
It wasn't a question, it was a fact. One that broke my heart. She tortured him because she knew when the time came, Sirius would always pick the light in this world.
"She did." I felt him nod.
"I am so sorry."
"Not your fault. I'm safe now. I'm home." He pressed another kiss to the crown of my head, held me tighter.
It was like he was reminding himself. He was safe, he was home.
"You're safe. You're home." I whispered.
We lay down after that, Sirius ridding my bed of the display pillows. He opened his arms, insisting he just wanted to hold me, that he wanted to feel me, the weight of me, to ground him, remind him I was here, with him. I listen to his heart, beating steady, it lulls me to sleep. A peaceful sleep, my first one in weeks.
The creaking of my bedroom door wakes me up as the sun starts to creep through the window's drapes. My eyes blur, someone standing in the door way, but Sirius' hard chest is still underneath me. I blink, only to find James. If he's surprised or mad about finding his little sister in bed with his best friend, he doesn't say anything.
"He okay?" James asks.
"He's okay." I whisper, subconsciously moving closer.
Sirius tightens his arms, pressing a sleepy kiss to my forehead before falling back into sleep.
"You okay?" James asks, again.
"I'm okay." I nod.
He smiles. He understands. He shuts the door behind him on the way out.
"That went better than I expected." Sirius mumbles into the side of my head.
I laugh. For the first time in a week I laugh.
So does Sirius.
Let me address you all to something. Seokjin hurt his neck during save me at kcon france. he repeatedly put his hand to his neck at the end of kcon, you can watch a fancam here. (x)
Now, bangtan are back in korea and the recent airport pics shows that there is still something wrong with jin’s neck:
yet what i’ve seen is, well, NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT. his neck is injured, and people are STILL ignoring it. why is it always jin that’s ignored?!?!?!
Myrtle Warren
Nobody missed me even when I was alive. Took them hours to find my body — I know, I was sitting there waiting for them
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‼️‼️🚨SPOILERS FOR RITE HERE RITE NOW!!!! ALERT!! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!🚨‼️‼️
i got far too lost in the sauce and this scene had me bawling bro literally watching his mother die right infront of his very own eyes and i’m trying ti cope with the fact that everyone thinks he’s crazy and he’s all alone now GUH WAHHHH WAHH WAHHHHHHHHHH
btw bucky was about to pass out after tony shot out his arm, probably due to shock since it’s probably connected to nerve endings in case you needed to cry today
The Rings of Power 2.07 "Doomed to Die"