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it's always stark's pond
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It always struck me how it wasn't a cleric who performed the initial resurrection spell for Molly, even though there's two in the party. It's Caleb who stumbles to Mollymauk's side first, even when he has only just been dragged back from the brink of death himself. Looks at where his body is swallowed by the city's rot and decay, the husk of an empty, fallen god, and begs, "Get him out of there."
How Caduceus tries to gently tell him, "Do we do this at home--?" and Caleb insists, demands, "No. Now." How he refuses to make Mollymauk wait one moment longer, to let him suffer anymore when he can finally stop it.
How Caleb wanted to be the one to bring Molly back, to perform the ritual. Caleb, who buried Mollymauk. Who fell to his knees and dug up his grave again with his bare hands. Caleb wanting--needing--to be the one to save him. To bring him home. To heal him. Limping to his naked, bloodied corpse, pouring his whole heart in a resurrection. Promising, swearing to him, "Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf."
He could have let a cleric handle this--someone with experience, someone who's trained for this. But no. Caleb wanted to be the one to bring Mollymauk home, to save his shattered soul. Caleb, who holds Molly in his arms, gently brushes back a lock of hair and returns that tender forehead kiss from so long ago. A last touch of aching love and affection when he has nothing else to give. Nothing else he can offer Mollymauk, to give his wounded soul some last measure of stolen comfort--
How much does he love him, that Caleb wanted so badly to be the one to save him. "This could be a conversation, or it can be a reunion." "Why did we come all this way, if not for this?...Why did we go so far, and fight so hard--" Do you think Kingsley knows Caleb is the one who initially tried to resurrect him. Do you think he knows how much he truly means to him--does he see it some nights in tangled memories and fleeting dreams--
the fact that all Levi said when Hange told him Erwin had already passed was "oh". literally what else is there to say. banging my head against the wall
Emi you can't just ask people if they're gay. But anyways, Ilya and Haru hugged...or was it an embrace?
reading the asks about vomit and i'm like.. i hate it sm but bf being aroused by my pain. or whatever that is. absolute yes lol the triggering kind is so hot bcs what if it keeps happening and you're terrified of doing it again? but guess what, bf is telling you to keep on eating or keep on taking the pills that give you heartburn :( (this is so sunghoon and dare i say heeseung)
cw ; vomiting, nausea, force-feeding, masturbation but not really(?), non-con mentioned in tags
heesung is so true <//3 i'd like to think that they don't tell you that the pills they give you to ease your "nausea" actually makes you even more want to puke t^t...
he'd ask u to eat too fast and too much and gives you carbonated drink in the morning that triggers you gastric! it's so hot sjnjnrivnsirf he helps holding your hair up as you vomit and behind you, he's using the same hand (that's holding your hair) to rubs it on his hardened erection, palming himself to the sound of you emptying your stomach and bleching and barfing... and don't get me started on the flushed look on your face when you're done! with your messy saliva-full lips..................... u're getting it tonight <//3
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Next Semester lyrics just clicked for me...
"I remember, I remember certain things, what I was wearing, the yellow dashes in the street, I prayed those lights would take me home" [x]
|| what are you made of ?
|| wood and leather . you are sturdy . you keep yourself in order , and you believe the world should follow suit . you are stubborn and strong , and people look up to you for it . leaders like you deserve to be fostered with love , and it is probable that you were given enough to flourish , but not enough to believe in it yourself . you are distrusting , though perhaps once upon a time you trusted too easily . you build walls high , and plaster concrete over your doors . when people knock , it can take you months , or even years to answer . i know it can be hard , darling , but please learn to step outside those walls , even if in armour . you will be hurt , and you will be loved , and it is part of the beautiful whirlwind that is life . you can always retreat later . i'm proud of you .