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unfortunately i’m cursed with being right

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my biggest fantasy is to die loved
which means i need to kill myself before the love i am given fades
oh boy i wish someone would notice my cries for help! [someone actually notices] noooo i'm fine don't worry about me
A very special little bird for a very special day :)
"little bird" and the bastard in question is 11 meters tall
i like to play this game i call "caffeine roulette" where ill take both boxes of normal & decaf instant coffee and blindly take a tablespoon of one and a teaspoon of the other to make mystery coffee

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i like to play this game i call "caffeine roulette" where ill take both boxes of normal & decaf instant coffee and blindly take a tablespoon of one and a teaspoon of the other to make mystery coffee
I always enjoy when Mark plays A Character and Simon Iron Lung is just. So delightful to me. He has giant sad wet boba brown eyes. He's weighted down by an inescapable past that even the looming eldritch horrors taunt him with. He's literally sopping wet with blood. He's competent, but also in a situation with minimal information and the isolation and lack of oxygen are cooking his braincells into goop. He has a long flowing main of hair that would be so lovely if they just gave him a brush. His boobs are massive. His hands are so Shaped. He's concussed and irradiated and doomed by the narrative <3
I will reblog this every Christmas season I’m on tumblr.
It’s beginning to look a lot like shit scram
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[playing:] » i was all over her - salvia palth «
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Peaceful. That was how he would have described the night; and that was all he wanted. Everything was quiet, except for the whisper of the wind in the trees; the dark sky was beautiful, clear and full of small stars - he could not distinguish them through his blurry vision, but he still knew they were there.
The body he was tenderly holding in his arms was softly breathing. He relished in the feeling of his arms wrapped around him, of the boy's head against his chest; of the warmth, the calm. It was almost enough to make him forget the paralyzing pain sowed in his stomach, blooming through his body.
He closed his eyes, and the night wrapped around him; and he was part of the world. And everything was okay.
"...Chase?"
Surprised, Red opened back his eyes and glanced at Hope; the young man was awake, his blank gaze staring into the void.
"Chase? Is that you?" he repeated, audibly anxious now.
Red could feel him getting agitated in his arms; he looked up to the blurry stars, and took a deep breath.
"...Yeah, it's me," he lied.
The boy stopped trembling, and breathed a weak sigh of relief. Red gazed at his face. His blood-stained hair stuck to his forehead; putting in considerable effort to ignore the throbbing pain that shot through his every movement, Red gently pulled the dirty locks away from his face. He watched him for a few seconds, and saw his lips open again before he heard the soft whisper.
"I love you."
Red stayed silent, as he felt his heart break inside his chest.
"I love you so much."
The person who should’ve been receiving those words would never hear them. And him, a fraud, a monster, he was stealing them. Even worse - shame on him, he rejoiced in them. Had he ever even dared to imagine Hope whispering those words to him? If only he had known in what circumstances his wish would come true… he almost laughed, as tears filled his eyes. He took another deep breath, to try and prevent his voice from trembling when he answered.
"...I love you too."
It did not work; but Hope didn't seem to care. Red softly tightened his grip around the boy’s body. He could feel his irregular breathing ; and the wet stream under his hands, beating to the rhythm of his heart ; and life, slowly escaping through his fingers. And he held him even tighter.
"Was... was I good?" Hope whispered, a little quieter this time.
Red could not fight it anymore; he let the tears escape his eyes.
"...Yes, you were great." His voice broke when he added, "You can rest now."
"...Rest... Okay..."
Giving up on trying to hold back the soft sobs rising in his throat, Red closed his eyes. But a terrifyingly painful thought made him open them again; he wanted to see Hope alive again. One last time.
His gaze fell on the boy's face. He was slowly closing his eyes, and mumbled, almost inaudibly.
"...Goodnight..."
He was just sleeping; the memories of his face contorted in a scream of agony were far away when he looked so serene. And that’s how he would always be, now.
Red tightened his grip once more; he needed to feel the boy breathe again. One last time.
One last breath.
It was so simple, so easy. He had finally escaped. And he was at peace now. Nothing could hurt him anymore; forever.
“War is over”, Red whispered as he closed his eyes. It would be his turn soon enough. And with a little luck, he would have time to glance at him in heaven as he’d make his way down to hell. Maybe even see his smile again.
The pain was slowly fading away. Hope’s face lingered in his mind. A peaceful face, asleep, no blood, no bruises. The fresh air and pine scent. The whisper of the wind. The blurry stars. One last breath.
And it was over.
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hope this gives everyone who reads it depression because it sure made me depressed to write it who wants a xanax
file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever
got home in the morning after a very drunk, exhausting, and overall terrible party and the thought of having oatmeal for breakfast made me sigh of joy that's so depressing fuck my stupid baka life

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NOW I DONT WANNA FEEL A THING ANYMOOOORE