I Was Not Expecting This To Be So Accurate Holy Moly Lemon Roly

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After (Stobotnik, Angst, Spoilers)

Joy does not come easily. Not since the doctor's been gone. A storm has taken root in Aban’s mind—wild, desperate, and unrelenting. It howls through his thoughts, rattles in his chest, and refuses to quiet.

Even now, there are moments where he forgets. His hand drifts across the sheets at night, searching for the steady thrum of the doctor’s pulse, but his fingers find only emptiness. His traitorous soul pleads for a heart that no longer beats. His flesh aches for the warmth of a body long gone. His ears strain for a voice that will never again break the silence.

And still, night after night, he reaches out. 

He drinks just to feel some kind of warmth, but it never lasts. The burn fades too quickly, leaving only the hollow ache in his chest, which Ivo used to fill. He wears the doctor's clothes until they hang off him like a second skin, fabric worn thin from desperate hands clinging to what little is left. He buries his face in the collars, inhales deep, searching for a scent that time is stealing from him. But it’s fading—just like everything else.

So he watches those stupid telenovelas the doctor loved so much, letting the overly dramatic sobs and badly written love confessions fill the silence. He scoffs at their predictability, but still, he watches. Every night. The same episodes. The same storylines. He waits for the doctor’s laughter, for the amused sound he used to give at every plot twist. But it never comes. It never will.

And still, he watches.

Every morning, he makes two cups of coffee—one for himself, one for the doctor. He doesn’t think about it; his hands move on their own, guided by muscle memory, by a love that refuses to rot. He steams the Austrian goat’s milk just the way the doctor liked it, watching the froth rise, the scent curling into the air like a ghost.

And then he drinks them both.

He never liked the taste of the doctor’s order, but that doesn’t matter to him. He forces it down, warm and bitter, a punishment, a prayer. At least it makes the absence feel less real and stifling. Some mornings, he catches himself placing the second cup across the table, waiting. Staring at it, watching the steam dissipate into nothing.

He knows that nobody will drink the coffee other than him. But still, he waits.

He tells himself that if he cries enough, if he drowns himself in grief, maybe the universe will take pity and return what it stole from him. He prays—kneeling on the floor and sobbing until his ribs ache, until his throat is raw and his lungs rattle with the weight of unshed screams. His hands tremble; they clutch at empty air and desperately try to grasp something that isn’t there.

Aban was never a religious man. He never believed in gods or fate or miracles. Yet still, he prays. As if grief alone could bridge the chasm between life and death.

He is a dancer whose body moves to a rhythm no one can hear, spinning in an endless, futile waltz and waiting for a partner who will never return. A singer whose voice has been stolen. A scientist who holds all the secrets of the universe in his hands but cannot make a single soul understand one.

Nobody could ever begin to understand what he lost—what he’s condemned to live without, day after day.

The warmth of gentle, calloused hands. Unspoken adoration wrapped in sharp edges, tangled with beauty, anger, and pain. The quiet comfort of soft evenings he spent crocheting, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows as Ivo’s fingers worked deftly, repairing one of his creations—his eyes alight with focus, the hum of his breath filling the room.

Now, there is only silence. The void of his absence echoes in every corner of the space they once shared, the unspoken promises of things left unfinished. And Aban is left, holding on to the fragments of a life that no longer exists, his heart a hollow ache, unable to fill the space where Ivo once stood. And yet, in the stillness, the memories cling to him, jagged like glass shards embedded in skin. He can almost hear Ivo’s voice in the soft creak of the floorboards and feel his presence in the cold drafts that slip through the cracks. But it fades. Always fades.

eclipse lake house

fire stadium

sunset museum

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^for those who don’t like reading script:^

eclipse lake house

fire stadium

sunset museum

Help why is this amazing and why did my brain start reenacting it in my head

Like

ss: “How dare you say that to soundwave megatron, you can’t disrespect my wife like that!”

m: “SHUT UP STARSCR– wait what”

ss: “We’re married duh. Wait- wait did you really? Oh allspark you really did- YOU FORGOT WE’RE MARRIED?!?!” (With hands waving in the air and everything, megatron almost has to duck the wing closest to him flailing)

m: “What do you mean you’re married Starscream what-”

ss: “I mean WE GOT MARRIED MEGATRON”

sw: “Affirmative: 2 years, 7 months, 4 days, and 32 seconds. 33 seconds. 34 sec-”

m: “I GET IT! WHY DIDNT YOU TWO IDIOTS TELL ME THIS!”

ss: (classic screech) “MEGATRON!! You were the first one invited- I can’t believe you forgot this!”

sw: “Affirmative: you were invited to be the flower girl.”

ss: “You tried to tear apart the hologram!” (probably grumbled)

sw: “Continuation: And when that did not work you stormed off.”

ss: “Yeah! Like a little bitch!”

sw: “Resolution: you ignored us so you did not remember to go to the ceremony.

m: “What” (very confused) “how-”

sw: “Clarification: Ravage was the flower girl.”

ss: “AND HE DID A VERY GOOD JOB!!!”

And then cue megatrons horrified face while in the background Ravage comes out and plops on Starscream’s shoulder and Starscream scratches under his chin.

Basically the reason why I love this pairing - Megatron would be beyond devastated

I imagine it started with another of Starscreams schemes to get back at Meghan, but he realizes that Soundwave is a multi Husband Poll Champion and maaaybe it would do himself some good with better standards (meanwhile Megatron is obtuse as always)

How is he so pretty i cant

bradleyjames: Not all heroes wear capes however often people pretending to be heroes do…only they have to use a flag because they don’t have a cape. Part 2 of @amandapeixotoelkins defies distance in the name of a photoshoot #FacetimePhotoshoot

me <3

Golden hour was made for you baby

It was only for a moment but I could’ve stared at you forever.

Your hair turned to gold and your skin turned to honey, and fuck your eyes looked like you trapped the sun.

You were sitting and you leaned back and the light fell down on you so perfectly and I swear if kissing you wasn’t a gay awakening that moment would’ve been.

So yeah that’s what I was doing on a different app

Theres only one person i can cuddle and shes an hour away i fucking cant

Reblog if you're a cuddler.

rb to have a super gay 2023

Holy shit my mom, who genuinely doesn’t think she’s neurodivergent, has done this for fuckin years anytime she needs to clean the house

Gender envy AND beautiful fanart?????? Amazing, we’re thriving over here definitely not crying over the ending nope

Short Jon gender euphoria comic for the soul :,)

Reblogging for reference later totally no reason girlfriend dont worry its totally not (thats a lie) for you

t-word things that will ruin me (and my reputation)

1. telling me i’m cute when i’m blushing

2. one finger trailing down my sole. or my side. or my tummy. or literally anywhere

3. lulling me into a false sense of security by starting with massages, running your fingers through my hair, tummy rubs, etc.

4. POINTING OUT THE FACT THAT I LIKE IT DEAR GOD ITS SO EVIL BUT ITS SO GREAT

5. the frickin finger walking thing

6. keeping your fingers INCHES from my skin and wiggling them without actually touching me

7. whispering in my ear esPECIALLY IF YOU TEASE ME ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO OR TALK ABOUT I HOW YOU KNOW I’M ENJOYING IT OH MY GOD I WILL MELT INTO A PUDDLE 

8. growling playfully (especially when nibbling!) 

9. speaking of which, TICKLISH NIBBLES 

10. saying “that sound you made was so cute/ let’s see if we can get you to make that sound again” like I will be so red

11. using the t word as much as possible

12. making me admit something/ say the t word to get you to stop

13. USING YOUR FRICKIN NAILS

14. nuzzly tickles 

15. surprise attacks

16. fingers tracing down my spine

17. teasing me iN PUBLIC LIKE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT I CANT FALL APART IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE 

18. anticipation in any form. literally ANY form

19. picking me up gently to move me to a bed, couch, etc.

20. calling me nicknames ( @takeaguessitsjess keep your mouth shut)