Stars are the prettiest when they fall

–please, let him be happy (j.p.)

—Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

my broken heart, i know that it is nothing short of a miracle that i can hold warmth into your bones when you wake shaking that i can kiss air into your lungs when you cannot breathe for screaming that i can curl a smile into your lips when you are worn from crying.

but my broken heart, i pray that somewhere in the vast unending stretch of worlds there is still a version of you that does not know the taste of gunmetal and still a version of me that does not know the sound of breaking bone and still a version of us that does not know the feeling of tragedy.

my broken heart, i hope in that world we taste happines that isn't tinged with iron and rust. in that world we speak legends that do not carry our names within them. in that world we blush pink with blood that isn't choked with ice chips and frost.

my broken heart, i promise even if in that world i do not get to hold you when you wake and i do not get to kiss you when you breathe and i do not get to make you smile when you cry

i would let you go, my broken heart so that you may be whole again.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

someone once told me there is no demon more frightening     than a good man     who has gone to war.

someone once told me      the only things we get to choose      are a hero's death      or a villain's life.

so they said. so they said. so they say.

but no one ever told me      what happens when a good man       goes to war      and becomes the demon.

but no one ever told me      you can die a hero     and be resurrected     to a villain's afterlife.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

hi love you guys do me a favor. big big big BIG breath in right now all the way all the way breathe in feel your belly expanding hold hold hold.. hold.. now everything out like ur a deflating balloon. whoosh. whooooooooosh. imagine water streaming from the top of your head down your shoulders off the ends of your fingertips and toes. u are a reed in a river a beam of pure light a steady anvil solid and heavy. ok that was all thank u

you were a touch of lips that breathed air into my stuttering lungs an arm around my shoulders that sparked my fluttering heart a first-aid kit stitching my anger back together a cool press of fingers swiping gentle against the fever and then you were the whisper of a bullet guarding my six the glint of a sniper scope that struck hope, not fear the heavy march of boots always right behind mine

it was you. it was you. it was always you.

and i always knew i would have died a hundred times over without you.

you are echoes in the empty chambers of my heart screams in the air that clamour in my lungs a nightmare repeating like a skipping record you are still seventy years of empty spaces a ghost that still lives and breathes and screams a memory that lingers in my every footstep

i never did learn how to live without you.

and i should have known when my heart stubbornly kept on beating that you were not gone.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

1. Capture a man. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. Hold him. One day he forgets his own name.

2. Leave no body to be found. Fill an empty grave with dirt. Let the world forget on its own.

3. Give him a name. Give him twenty. Tell him a new history. Teach him a new language. Teach him five. Give him a mission.

Let him go.

4. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go. Take him back. Let him go.

He comes back on his own feet.

5. Give him blood and steel and pain until his muscles forget the difference between bone and iron and his skin craves the kiss of leather straps like it craves the touch of gentle fingers.

Drain his veins dry and empty and fill his heart with something new and let the poison spill like lifeblood.

6. Give him pain. Take it away. Bring it back. Take it away. Bring it back. Bring it back.

7. Give him a new name. Give him a new past. Destroy it all.

8. Tear him away from everything he knows. Let him watch his world collapse. Let him see his name wither away. Let him strangle hope with his hands.

9. Make him beg for mercy for respite for death.

10. Deny him.

- how to break a man by sylvie (j.p.)

oh, these blue-eyed boys, these firestorm boys with constellations in their teeth, these back alley boys with bloody knuckles and painted smirks, these snowfall boys with quiet rage and quieter hopes.

pity these blue-eyed boys gave mercy on these blue-eyed boys because the world will have no mercy for them and they are born with almost etched in their bones.

he almost loved him. he almost kissed him. he almost held him.

he almost followed him. he almost stopped him. he almost caught him.

he almost saved him. he almost made it. he almost came home.

he almost—      he almost—           they almost—

they almost had a chance.

– you love him, but you can’t keep him // @pencap​

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- excerpt from the gentle version by sylvie @pencap 💛

To lose her now, like this… I’ve grown up with her, she’s like a sister to me. I’d sacrifice my place on the throne for her to see another sunrise.

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please, let him be happy ⤷[insp] {psd}

[image description: 10 gifs from 911 with a quote by tumblr user pencap.

gif 1: from season 5 episode 10, Eddie tells the team he is leaving the 118. The text reads, "Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth."

gif 2: from season 3 episode 15, Eddie leans back in a field hospital bed, bandaged. the text reads, "I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero."

gif 3: from season 3 episode 8, Eddie holds back tears as Bobby speaks with him about Shannon. The text reads, "But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. "

gif 4: from season 3 episode 3, Eddie leans in Buck's doorway, thanking him for not giving up. The text reads, "I know that you will tell me that the world needs him.The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them."

gif 5: from season 4 episode 13, Buck and Eddie stare at each other just after Eddie's been shot. The text reads, "Damn the world, and damn you too."

gif 6: from season 3 episode 15, Ramon holds the silver star. The text reads, "Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name."

gif 7: from Season 5 promo released March 15th, Eddie sobs while holding a bat. The text reads, "You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod."

gif 8: from season 5 episode 8, Eddie leans against the firetruck. The text reads, "You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry."

gif 9: from season 4 episode 13, Eddie reaches across the pavement, a pool of his blood beneath his head. The text reads, "Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes."

gif 10: from season 4 episode 13, Buck looks over his arm at Eddie underneath the truck. The text reads, "So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine." /end ID]

— Please, let her be happy ( j.p.) (insp)

I edited the poem a bit for Shiara <3

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p.) (insp)

✨ Happy birthday, Bucky ✨  March 20, 1925.

Please, let him be happy, poem by @pencap