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James, 23, Oklahoma, Medical Technologist in Chemistry (ASCP), Part-Time Panda
That’s okay, I didn’t need my heart.
I love how she almost drops it until she smells it and that flashbulb memory hits.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
Notice she says “who” it was and not “what” it was.
im so masochistic its terrible i cried while drawing this omg
But what if
THIS FUCKING POST
I AM FUCKING SOBBING
It hurt. And then I reread it, and realized it was from the dog’s point of view. And now it hurts even more.
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
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Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
THIS IS NOT FUCKING OK I AM SOBBING
Stories that Give Me Hope.
Iron Man (2008): Deleted Scenes
Tony Comes Home
can you imagine though, jarvis all alone in tony’s malibu house? jarvis who of course doesn’t have any physical form at all, jarvis who at this point occupies just the house and tony’s phone—jarvis, who is dependent on tony for everything, who lives essentially in tony’s pocket, suddenly being completely alone for the first time in his silicon life.
and every ten minutes on the dot for days and days and days he accesses the latest news reports, re-calculating and re-calculating tony’s chances at survival, endlessly running the numbers. and nobody told him to do that. tony’s house was empty and dark and nobody told jarvis to keep an eye on the news but he did. jarvis could have just spun down his hard drives and gone into hibernate mode, but he didn’t.
no, he watched the news. he stood vigil. he waited and he hoped that his calculations were wrong. that one day he would be able to say welcome home, sir once more.
Emotional state: upset about robots.
Well yea, kids get upset when their parent isn’t around.
I HAVE SO MANY JARVIS FEELS RIGHT NOW
did you just get me upset over automated intelligence?
IMAGINE IF YOU WERE DATING A ROBOT AND THEY GOT CUTELY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR WELL BEING BECAUSE HUMANS ARE MORE DELICATE THEN ROBOTS LIKE IF YOU STAYED UP REALLY LATE AND THEY GOT WORRIED BECAUSE “HUMANS NEED TO HAVE A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME RECHARGING FOR ALL THEIR SYSTEMS TO RUN OPTIMALLY”
and then they try to wake you up by tapping your arm and being like “humans require 5 to 6 cycles of sleep and you slept through 6 please wake up.”
and then when you die, they wait by your grave until they rust completely through because their directive has no meaning without you
a drunk driver killed someone i love. i thought maybe, if i kept it up, i might hear something back…This is so beyond heart breaking, yet so extremely powerful. Never forget to tell your family, friends, and others you love them. It may be the last time you do so!
i think about these kinda things a lot
it’s even sadder when you consider that eevee evolves to sylveon with love (and umbreon with friendship)
so this eevee really loved its trainer when it evolved
only to be greeted with this
I watched this for the second time with my bf last winter. SUCH GREAT ACTING! When this scene happened, my bf glanced over at me and I had tears streaming down my face. He immediately got all concerned and huggly X3 I was like “I’M SORRY -sobbing- I just get.. emotionally invested.. and put myself in their place!”
hOW IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED
i did a sad non-linear narrative for my media & concepts class!
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