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i fear i wont articulate this correctly but at the end of the video as they are running away from the building filled with speak now memorabilia being destroyed so she can escape, taylor stops and looks back. and that little moment is so complex and heartbreaking to me because its like. she was trapped in there counting the days on the wall for when she'd be free. but its so clear on her face when she turns back that she didn't want to have to destroy all of the things she'd done just to break free from being locked away, to own her work again. she took her speak now versions painting (her rerecording) and ran. but she still looks back on this building filled with the other pieces she couldn't bring with and stops for a second as if in disbelief, awe, heartache even that this what it came to in order to survive. it shows on her face so clearly. and the rest of the crew yells for her that they have to leave (that its time to go if you will) and she bolts. but ! that pause and all it entails! it hurts. the rerecordings are a great thing in the sense that she gets to own her work but its so painful it happened This way
hoyo found another way to hurt me over la signora...
arlecchino's voiceline is hilarious, la signora was a RICH AUNTIE AUGHH. it's simultaneously pathetically cute and so sad that she was bribing the kids for love. im going to think about la signora at the house of the hearth forever now
[image description: digital drawing of Owen and Curt, foreheads pressed together as Owen holds a gun up to Curt’s chin, his other hand on Curt’s neck. Own grins while Curt bares his teeth, crying. The background is bright red. End ID.]
The coldest goodbye
My arrival on a Christmas Day.
braius step back.
waiting for dorym to become canonified is hurtful. especially braius being there. braius step back from dorian PIPE DOWN.
↳Avengers Endgame | VFX breakdown | Cinefex
logan and roman + i’m your man by mitski
*walks past a group of men* wow the ground is so interesting the floor is facisnating…love dirt and also concrete…sidewalks amaze me
Be a Marauders fan, they said. It'll be fun, they said. For the record, I'm currently not laughing.
I'm starting to romanticize wearing the messiest bun the world has ever seen for a whole week straight.
Joining the Marauders fandom either gave me pain or love, there's no inbetween.
Rest in peace James and Lily. Also, fuck you, Peter.
I just realized how C-PTSD can really mess up your life. And it's the little things.
I was just thinking how hungry I am at the moment, but it's already 7pm, well past the time of dinner in our house-hold.
My first thought wasn't what I want to eat, what I crave, or that I have to go out into the kitchen. No. It was that what my mother would think and say again, when she hears me having food that late. And everything that might come after this first reaction of hers.
But then I thought, why am I thinking in such a way? So I got out of bed, pondered on this whole psychological reaction, eat my bowl of cereal, and wrote this post.
Your traumas won't leave, fade, nor will you forget about them. They'll just learn to blend into your everyday life, subconsciously keep you in anxiety and fear, in constant doubt. However, it is possible to distinguish this from real danger, so you can step on the path of recovery.
It's you against yourself, the self that casts the shadows of the past into the light of present.
Your experiences won't ever leave you, but you can leave them behind concluded, as a life phase.
Just think about it. For a second, think.
I'm just so new at being a Marauders fan, two and a half months into this sad, angsty bullshit, and I still have to connect some dots.
Today's realization doze happened exactly five seconds ago, because;
Sirius spent his birthday, on November 2nd, 1981 after two days in Azkaban. With no one he loves around.
James and Lily dead, Peter deadly gone, Remus dead inside, and Sirius losing his shine, falling down as a dead star.
Now imagine him muttering constantly why he killed his only family, only for Bellatrix, next to his cellar, to whisper "I know you didn't do it."
I love to imagine them having a "nice childhood" together, only to be separated because of their parents' beliefs.
Imagine Sirius all dead inside, in a rotting, smelly prison, with his long ago evil turned cousin next to him, trying to awaken his shine again. Because Sirius cannot die, one of her favorite little Black.
apparently your book will not be written if you keep daydreaming about writing that said book
Painful holds - give up before I broke your bones
“He seems too quiet to be the child of Jackson Wang.”
Your gaze moves from your sleeping son to the figure at the door, the last person you expected to see.
“Jinyoung-ah, I didn’t know you’d be here.”
He smiles and your heart breaks a little at the sight of how broken it looks. He comes near, eyes on the small bundle nestled in your arms.
“I asked Jackson if I could come by, see the new baby. He was ecstatic, of course.”
You chuckle, “He’s been showing this one off to every person that steps in here.”
“…can I hold him?”
It takes you a second but you nod and soon enough, the man you once pledged your life to was holding a child you had with someone else. Jinyoung can only stare, eyes a bit glazed over and the baby opens his eyes and yawns at him. You watch them both, wondering what life would’ve been like if different decisions were made.
“The wife didn’t join?”
He looks up, “No, our eldest had a bit of cold so she said she’d stay behind.”
Before you can say anything back, he’s up and handing your son back to you.
“I should go.”
You don’t try to stop him and watch him walk to the door. Hand on the handle, he turns back.
“I’m happy you’re happy.”
You don’t say anything back and then he’s gone.
You’re welcome @parkhabits xx
Me just trynna scroll through tumblr
My music: do you fe- the lov-
I JUST REMEMBERED DAD'S PUT PICTURES OF THEIR KIDS IN THEIR WAILLETS AND NOW I'M LIKE CRYING
THEY TOOK THE EASTER SPECIAL OFF WHYYYYYYYYY