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"I should’ve know it’d be you."

Things were not meant to end this way for either of them.

They were supposed to make amends and wrap their arms around one another, perhaps wipe away a few tears from their eyes and smile with apologies that are on the edges of stars falling from their mouths, because they’re both galaxies that have no ends, but so many black holes. 

But they have not made these conclusions about one another. Their galaxies never crossed proper paths; they only swallowed a portion of each other up instead.

Multicolored optics are ringed in charcoal. Streaks of crimson are smeared across his visage, leaking from his nose — his hands are bound, kept tightly behind his back as he was forced to his knees mere moments before. The world is dark around him save for a single light hanging above his head, swinging and creaking like a pendulum.

The blood rushing through his veins is warm initially. Remnants of the scuffle are scattered about in his mind — shards of glass reflecting money, a girl, a grave, and an azure scarf fluttering in the wind start to trickle along the abyss of his mind. But none of them make sense, and the sound doesn’t resonate because he’s too focused on making sure he has enough stars in his body to stay alive.

His chest heaves once, spewing rubies, and he retches for a moment’s reprieve. Thousands of stars wither, but thousands more are created with the pumping of his heart, which feels empty and bitter because he knows that this is the end. And the hunch — the weight that rests upon his  shoulderblades so precisely — overpowers him to the point where he is nearly sprawled out on the floor. The pressure is building up, higher and higher and higher until he can hardly breathe. His lungs are constricted, and the stars are threatening to spill out from his lips — dying stars, stars he wanted to share, stars he refused to let show.

The scuffling in the background distracts him and somehow he chokes it all back down. A lone hazy emerald scours in the dark for something, a sign, a lingering shadow. He doesn’t find anything, but he feels cold all of a sudden, like Winter’s pulling him back into distant memories where snowballs were pelted at him from irregular angles, snowmen were made and love was something kept sealed near a fireplace, albeit simply because he wanted to taste what kind of stars she was made of when she was breathing in everything but him.

Her fingers extend in that moment and her face is concealed by the shadows that frame her. The tattered fringe of an azure scarf that he’s seen before falls into view, and his jaw is properly poised toward her face — a face he can’t see because his vision is fogged by mist projected by some outer force. His ears are halfway clogged with what feels like water, and so her words are garbled for a moment — purposely, properly orchestrated, because this is something she must do carefully. Her own beautiful performance, splattered against the canvas of the night where their galaxies could collide and disperse together.

He doesn’t feel it at first because his veins have long since gone numb, since Winter’s beginnings. Her whispers of pretty little lies, pulling pleasurable strings in his mind had held him down. They lolled his eyes shut, kept his mind at bay, but it all clicks once he hears the corresponding safety. His eyes feel frosted shut, but he pries them open to stare at the sides of a familiar gun with familiar engravings. He’s faced this before, and yet..

His head pulsates with the frostbitten aftermath. Realization hits him in a shockwave supernova, and all of the stars he’s tried to hold in are suddenly splayed across her body in wretched coughs that shake his entire body out. He’s trembling, and he understands, because it’s all been a game even though their galaxies were meant to be one.

"I.. I should’ve known it was you.."

But he receives silence in return, and not even Winter is cradling him anymore. He is alone, alone with the rupturing of stars in the back of his head — the click of the safety echoing, echoing, echoing and calling out for help into the abyss. But nobody is there. Nobody but her, and even she cannot help him, for her stars have disintegrated into dust that she cannot press back into constellations.

He swears he hears her choke. Perhaps the drip-drop of liquid stardust. But he feels the weight of her burdens in that instant. And he’s not nearly as resentful as he thought he would be, despite all that they’ve gone through before. He can taste her lips. She can taste his blood. And she can’t wait anymore.

His planets and solar systems and all of the stars, every single one — they’re blown out against the wall, and they twinkle for a moment as his body slams forward, head first against her boots. A sticky sweet ocean pools around her feet, and she stares straight ahead, becoming her own island among her galaxy. She wants to collect all of his stars, and put them together again to recreate who he was — who she thought he was, despite all of the searing kisses and the scars.

But there is no hope for stars that have already been burnt out long ago — no hope for stars that will never illuminate once more, for the stars that were meant to be shared had been given to others who were far less deserving and others who were considerably more important than they were to each other.

And their galaxies were never whole — they were black holes, spiraling and swallowing them both whole from the inside. It was simply a matter of time before it caught up to them and decided to take their souls with everything else.

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"Yeah, yeah. Like I ain't heard that one before. You're always 'too busy'."

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"—You’re lucky I’m running on a time schedule or you’d be dead right about now."

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Makes sure to bleed all over the bun.

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Instantly punches him in the face before he can finish it.

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Aggressively eats Rax's last meat bun.

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ケリ足りねェ

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Kazu and Emily <3

Air Gear Forever!! xDDD

esta es una imagen creada por el mangaka OH! Great pero recreada por mi :3 saludos ((>wO))/

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fate/zero name meanings [4/6]

(Considering ancient history, I’ve often wondered why they went with the Persian version of Rider’s name. “Our Alexander the Great is Different”, maybe? also, poor Waver. of all the random English words his parents could have chosen as a name…)

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[ Posts munday photo. Loses follower. lolk ]

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[ I don't even have anything to say. ]

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Yosuke Hanamura - P4Manga [75 coloured icons]

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Oh no I started watching Fate/Zero again

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Yosuke/Rise

Who would be the big spoon: Yosuke. Rise’s just so small compared to him, it’s hard not to cuddle her.Who would wake up first: Rise. Unlike him she’s a morning person, and she’s careful not to wake him. Most of the time she just stares at him until he wakes up anyway.Do they have nicknames for each other: Yosuke pretty much refers to her as ‘Rise-chan’ and she’s still calling him ‘Yosuke-senpai’. What happened when they met each other’s parents: Rise’s parents are divorced and out of the country, so Yosuke hasn’t exactly met them nor does she want him to. Rise, on the other hand, got along quite well with his mother—much to Yosuke’s embarrassment, especially when she whipped out the baby pictures—and finds his father to be quite intimidating.Who is the better cook: Yosuke. No questions asked.Who is more romantic: Surprisingly, Yosuke. While Rise is a hopeless romantic and has a lot of romantic ideas, because of her past experience with men she’s very hesitant to act out on them. Yosuke, however, is always trying to woo her and, clumsy as he is, tends to succeed—… most of the time.What sort of gifts do they get for each other: Yosuke would have absolutely no idea what to buy her—between clothes, make-up, and sweets—so he usually writes songs for her. Rise, also being rather clueless, just buys him music she thinks he’d like.Who gets jealous easiest: Both of them. Yosuke for obvious reasons and Rise because of her past experience with men.Who gets more excited for events: Rise. She tends to go overboard with a lot of holidays and events, especially birthdays, Valentine’s Day, and Christmas.Who is most adventurous: Depending on the occasion, both of them.Who is most protective: Both of them. Yosuke for obvious reasons—and not wanting to lose her like he did Saki—and Rise because he tends to be bit of a klutz.What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts: Nothing would really be too different. Yosuke would probably be really sappy, coming to her bedroom window at night to sing to her, and Rise would—… pretty much be the same.Song to sum them up: Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not by Thompson Square

 NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP

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"Woah there Supergirl. How about you don't shoot me, yeah?"

{☣;}      ❝—Who’s there?❞

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"Look what I made in class today!" Return of the moustache.

"¿Qué le hiciste a mi cara increíble!?"