#i'm really sad rn

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

#sorry i got really into my feelings about mark hoffman again #the very specific version of him in my brain that i really really wish i had the time and energy to properly share with you guys #saw #well until i muster the energy to explode all of my feelings out into a fic. if you want to TRY and understand #know that my three biggest hoffman fic insps right now are as follows #your best kept secret hoffman. a series of mistakes hoffman. and rushed like a dreadful wind hoffman. #there is a very clear throughline just know i am extremely emotionally compromised rn #thinking about theee fics vs the canon path hoffman spirals down #something something the absolute tragedy of watching a man's descent into madness #the transformation of a man into a monster #and what could have saved him from himself and kramer's corruption #sorry i'm rambling so much oh my god i was just having such a crying fit out of nowhere about this #do you think he could feel it happening. do you think he was aware he was losing his mind. #the script version of him fucks with me so bad. the crazed rankings and the longer hair and him not being well kept anymore #it's impossible to think he didn't know he was deteriorating #fuuuck okay i need to either chill or write a whole longfic rn #i project on that guy so much i truly don't know if i could properly write my vision of him #until i do something more substantial the full extent of my hoffman exists for me and my boyfriend only. they get me like no one else #well ginny and jenna also get me. please read best kept secret and a series of mistakes Oh My God #where am i going with this. i like tag rambling actually this is a nice way to do it without forcing EVERYONE to read my delirium #anyways if you've read all of this i think i love you? feel free to dm me about hoffman and my very specific headcanons and aus #maybe soon i'll try and start writing my fics about this tragic man #i could never say any of this on twitter btw they'd string me up for my opinions on him as a sad wet beast who could have been fixed #if only he hadn't been weaponized first #god i'm too tired to even be as embarrassed about this as i should be. thought i unlearned cringe already #but i've been spending way too much time on twitter and they HAAATE hoffman there #rip. i know it's not that serious but i'm sensitive rn and hate feeling lonely in my thoughts #ok bye for real otherwise i'll never shut up. i might tag ramble more often bc this was therapeutic in a way i needed badly #cat chat

[webonchin]

he feels comfortable so he turn big boi

(surprised face)

Girl help, the bots won't stop coming 😭😭

I don't have new things rn so have a few old doodles I haven't posted here

+ 1789 dreamling my beloveds

#dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #made thess like 4 months ago lmao #my art #don't worry might do something later #eventually.... #i really love to draw dreamling is just i'm kinda burned out rn #not sad actually just very tired 🥱.I finished a course this week but I passed it yaay

[h0estar]

Yukine's journey toward acceptance of the life that was robbed of him, this time with finality, exemplifies the emotional and beautifully rendered arc that has defined his character.

Yukine finally accepting the reality of his death. Yukine stepping out from the fridge that contained memories of what was once his life. Yukine freeing himself from the shackles of his trauma. Yukine running to protect the person who cherished him the most in the world. Yukine standing up to an abusive father. Yukine wholeheartedly apologizing. Yukine's growth, and Yato tearing up as he stretches his little arms to pull him for an embrace.

Yukine's gratitude for what Yato did for him is evident throughout the series. He was given a name more precious than any other. He was treated like a human--an ordinary teenage boy. And life after that was one exciting journey after another. Now, Yukine can no longer be entirely consumed by the horrors of his past because he knows that his reality with Yato is so much brighter. Far brighter.

Yukine could break out from that refrigerator because of the true, sincere, and nurturing love shown by the only father figure in his life. Yato has said multiple times throughout the series that Yukine was his priority above all else, and Yukine was the only person he swore to protect the most. Hell, he even went straight to hug him after Yukine apologized for turning into that form! Yato did not need to summon Yukine. Yukine came to protect Yato on his own decision. As he always did.

The journey to their healing will be painful, and this chapter shows that Yato and Yukine will face it together. No more secrets and no more miscommunications. They will help and be by each other's side as they always have, not only as god and shinki but, this time, as family.

"I will not let him die. Not Yato. No matter what happens... I swear I won't let anyone take him from me!" -Yukine, Noragami Vol. 17 Chapter 67.

#noragami manga #noragami 104.2 #ah yes i've finally calmed down #i am still however sad as fuck but at the same time relieved #my boys have reconciled and i look forward to the yato and yukine duo once again :') #i was rereading my fave chapters and i missed seeing them in battle TOGETHER #hopefully we get that next chapter when they completely annihilate father <3 #i love them so much and i love this series sm #i will never shut up abt them man. their father and son dynamic is one of the best and i will stand by this till the day i die #i remember a post i made abt hoping yukine's life w yato will outweigh the grief of his past #and it did :'))))) it really did. yukine realized that himself and now he is back with yato #he is back by yato's side. the place where he rightfully belongs #i'm so emotional rn holy shit i've had this chapter dominate my head for the whole day today #anw WAR IS OVER LADIES Yukine has come back home 😭🫶 #noragami #noragami spoilers #yukine #yato #mine

[disposal-blueeee]

stuff i never finished and why

hello and good night . i'm just gonna ramble about stuff so yeah

swings

oh man i really loved this drawing . but it was a PAIN IN THE ASS .

i had a bunch of problems with this one . i spent an embarrassing amount of time doing the line . then after i started painting it on Ibis paint i realized that i should've done the line with a textured brush .

then the background . i really couldn't make it look nice even if i tried . i spent so long just trying stuff and searching for references but i just couldn't get it right . the colors and the lightning kept looking weird .

and just when it was looking decent , oh no the file is corrupted !!! and if i wanted it back i would have to go through a speedpaint of a drawing that took me 28 hours ( i actually tried it 😭😭 but it was taking so long and after some time the app crashed )

so , i decided to just give up . i was already fed up with it . maybe some day i'll try to redraw it or something

edit : oh wait a second . this drawing makes no sense without the background . edgar looks like that because there's supposed to be a puddle under scriabin's swing and he's trying to get edgar wet with it

otgw x chapter 20 / 21

i just said i loved the other one but THIS ONE . this one is SO PRETTY and i was so excited to try some new brushes and overall just finish this . excited enough to start painting edgar without even finishing scriabin's line .

i was using a small tablet my friend let me borrow . it was actually so helpful because i could draw on my phone with it !! i used to work on this when i was at school .

then i started having problems with the background . again

then my friend told me that his mom didn't agree with him giving me the tablet and that he should give it to his sister instead so i had to give it back . great . at that point i didn't feel like finishing it so

random reference i found in pinterest

this is like a month old maybe ???? i just thought " oh this would be such a fire pfp " and after finishing the sketch i was like " alright i'll finish this tomorrow " ( i never finished it )

mostly didn't finish it because i didn't have any idea to make it look lifeless and tragic . oh well . maybe i'll try it someday i still think it's cool

papa's cheeseria

this one isn't really unfinished . i just wanted to make a doodle sheet but never drew anything else so now he's just there . alone in a blank space . poor guy .

so yeah . everytime i play papa louie's games i always make the workers look like edgar and scriabin . i thought this default outfit looked pretty cool so so i had to draw it

#there's probably more stuff to add here but i lost a bunch of files when i changed my pc :(( #also i have another one i really wanted to add but it's oc related so so nope #i tried so hard with the swings one but after some time i just felt like the drawing expired ?????? somehow #like that just wasn't how i used to draw anymore . so i just gave up #the same thing happened with the otgw x 20 / 21 one and it makes me so SAD #i don't even know how that one popped in my head . #one day i just remembered over the garden wall existed thanks to a friend posting some art about it #and idk i just had to draw them like wirt and greg #anyways back to rambling about my life woohoo #i'm i'm doing so bad rn #but let's pretend i'm not . alright #this year will be tough . #vargas #vargas zarla #scriabin vargas #zarla s #edgar vargas #sunny's rambles

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 10: favorite tribe (banuk!)

#horizontober2023 #horizon zero dawn #hzd #the frozen wilds #banuk #hzd npcs #hzd song's edge #the banuk are def my favorite and i was so sad they were absent from hfw :( #the frozen wilds was suuuuuuuch a good dlc #i really loved everything about it (except getting wrecked by that first scorcher lmao) #i'm a person who would much prefer to be cold rather than hot so i'm a fan of their location #also love the color blue which they seem to favor #and love the story of banukai and the shamans and how they view the machines #their philosophy does seem a bit harsh to (soft pitiful) me but then again so is their environment #also they have some of the most badass headgear #(there are a lot more pics i would have liked to have taken but i'm not at home rn so this was done under crunch conditions lol)

[brassknucklespeirs]

ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄᴋʟᴇ [ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

The feeling was so strong, and honestly not in the good way. It took over her body, clenching and squeezing at her muscles and causing a tension that took over her very being. And yet through it all, her mind gave her constant conflicting messages; you're fine, you're not sad, you're not in pain, you're not grieving, you're completely and utterly fine. She was exhausted from trying to keep up with herself, and it showed. Her closest friends, Bill and Joe, would have seen the change in her. It wasn't a big change, but the usually happy and witty friend of theirs turned maniac, and everything she did became erratic. She didn't seem quite right, though those who didn't know her well would not think much of it, for she was okay just enough to hold it together.

But Joe and Bill weren't there anymore, having been hit in Bastogne and both sent back to the States with injuries that would see they would not be returning. She had reminisced on a similar feeling she had after they had jumped into Carentan. At the time, Y/N wasn't sure how she was feeling, and there was a constant back and forth in her emotions that she was trying to juggle like a bad circus act. She had thought back on how she had sat staring wide eyed at a replacement who had been shot right before her eyes, a young teenager who would have had his whole life ahead of him, now reduced to nothing but a lifeless body at her feet.

"I'm fine, I promise." She had muttered breathlessly to Toye who sat with her on the truck, looking worried as his friend held a bewildered gaze, staring into space without a single thought in her eyes that swum with tears.

"I don't know if that's quite true, but regardless, I'm here, and I always will be." Joe had spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, before pulling back and running a reassuring thumb over her cheek, a smile on his lips. Bill had sat on her other side, wrapping an arm over her shoulder, gently tugging her towards him with a grin on his own lips. She remembered those smiles, as if they were engrained in her mind, a memory brought out at any moment she needed it.

But now, she was left without Joe or Bill, both of whom had been her support, her constants. Though it was a sweet gesture meant to calm her jittery bones, the expressions on her best friends' faces would seemingly follow her like a ghost, constantly haunting her steps at every corner she took. When Joe and Bill were hit, Y/N knew how she felt. She was lost, truly and utterly. The two pillars that helped her stand constantly were knocked down themselves and she felt she had nothing to hold her up. Everything turned dark, like the night sky was perpetual, however not the beautiful star filled sky, but a blanketed cloudy night with a catastrophic storm brewing. The winds of change blew her left and right and she struggled to hold on to herself. She watched as Buck lost himself to it, and she pondered whether she would too; she honestly thought she was a goner at that point.

Y/N remembered Joe's words. I'm here, and I always would be. Liar. She thought hopelessly as she clung to herself, arms wrapped around her torso as she rocked herself back and forth. She had ensured no one else was around; it was simply splintered trees and that grieving girl.

In a way, she did lose herself. Everyone watched as she became a shell of herself, merely a solider forced to fight. She was on autopilot, just awake enough to be able to reassure people she was fine, before going back to her stoic, tight jawed expression. She was haunted, she was tired, and she was so utterly over seeing those she cared for being diminished to nothing but a memory. It was driving her mad with grief. She had lost her ability to handle it, and instead had resorted to simply not dealing with it. She had flicked that switch in her mind that dealt with grief, with loss, and had become nothing but a solider, ready to take on the world with nothing to lose.

Dick had found her there, in amongst the snow, shivering and on her way to tears as she seemed to whisper words to herself, speaking her thoughts aloud. He paused his steps, wondering if he should announce himself, but the man couldn’t stop himself as his heart ached for the woman.

"Sergeant L/N." He called gently. She stood immediately, her movements fast and aggressive as she all but snapped her heels together, as if she was the perfect, well oiled machine of a solider.

"Captain Winters, sir." She replied, voice devoid of emotion as she forced herself to hold it together, like a default setting she was ready to flick on when she needed. He stared at her, head tilting the slightest amount while he studied her carefully.

"Y/N," He began, and she felt the default setting turn off as soon as her name left his lips, like the false portrayal of this fighter had melted away to show nothing but the diminished woman she felt herself to be.

"Dick," She whispered back, her shoulders dropping to show her true feelings. He stepped forward, grabbing her hand gently as he tugged her forward towards him. Her jaw tightened and slacked with every other second, as she was trying to stop herself from feeling certain emotions, not wanting to show how hurt and lost she truly felt.

"Talk to me sweetheart." He said quietly, drawing her closer to him so they stood almost chest to chest, his eyes intently staring at her. She wanted to hold back, wanted to pretend she was fine, but something about the man made it hard to do so. She looked up at him, the man who had been a constant thought in the back of her mind, the kind of dream she would hope she'd see every night but never be able to have while she was awake. And yet he stood here before her, staring at her with such a soft gaze, one that she thought she would only see while she slept, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. They had always had something lingering in the space between them since they had first met during basic training, but it seemed neither had the time to explore further as they were thrown full force into the war. But even then, the lingering eyes and protective manner in which Dick moved around her showed her that he was fully aware of it.

"I just…there so many things going through my head. Like when I'm dead and gone…will they remember me? Will I be anything to anyone? Will I be worth the talk?" The woman muttered, the words dripping from her lips like syrup, slow and thick, emotion encompassing every syllable.

"To me, you will." Winters said softly, so softly that if the wind was blowing any harder it might have wasted away, never to be heard. But she heard it, and it made her snap her head in his direction, eyes watering as she gazed at him. Her visions blurred with tears and she felt her knees grow weak before she dropped to them, but he wrapped his arms around her frail body to stop her from meeting the ground harshly as the sobs that so desperately needed to come fell from her lips. His hand running along her spine reassuringly as he held her close, letting her feel what she must to

Dick felt his throat constrict, his own emotion coming forth as he heard her heart wrenching cries, and flash backs of his own grief came back to him. He saw the young SS soldier, saw his dropping smile and his bright eyes. He saw his body jolt in his mind as his bullet hit the boy in the chest, before he saw his body hit the ground. Dick's arms tightened around the woman, his hand finding its way to the back of her head as he cradled it to sit in the space between his jaw and shoulder.

"I know. I know." He whispered to her, his mind recounting the faces of the soldier who were under his command that had lost their lives to this war. His eyebrows pulled together as tears gathered in his eyes, but he gulped down the feeling as he held her. "It's..it's not easy, and it feels never ending, I know. But, you're….you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I know you don't feel like you can but…I know you can keep going, for Joe and Bill, for yourself." He muttered.

"I…I just feel so heavy Dick." She choked out as she pulled her face from his neck and gazed up at him with red rimmed, wet eyes. He nodded his head as he returned her gaze, showing his own teary eyes.

"Then let me carry some of it," He replied, "Let me take some of the weight sweetheart." He continued, squeezing her hand he had moved to grab.

"How?" She whispered so softly that he almost didn't hear her.

"Talk, let it out, cry, let me hold you tighter, do what you have to. I'm here for it all." He said, trying to prompt her to feel.

"People have said that in the past and now they're gone." Y/N said honestly, her heart clenching in her chest painfully as she thought of Joe and Bill.

"Well I can't promise anything, and you know that. But for this very moment, let me take some of the weight." Dick said gently, running his fingers through the hair that wasn't covered by her helmet. His words echoed on her head, and she felt her body loosen. She knew she didn't know what would happen, but for now? For now she could try her best at handling everything if he held her hand through it.

"O…okay." She whispered as she let her head rest on his shoulder. It was as if the physical contact between them had let her weight transfer to him slightly, as if every moment she spent in his embrace she was able to breathe more. She didn’t feel as though she needed to cry anymore, she felt as though she simply needed to stay enveloped in his arms. Y/N pulled away from him eventually, her eyes drier and her heart less heavy as she gazed up at him.

"Thank you Dick." She whispered to him causing him to smile.

"Of course, anything for you." He replied quietly and her heart jumped at his words. They stared at each other for a few moments, and with every second, they seemed to grow closer to one another. Dick pressed his lips softly against hers after a moment, and Y/N welcomed the feeling, returning the kiss with the same gentle passion. They pulled away not long after, not wanting to get caught up in each other, but ensuring that there was enough there to express one another's feelings. They stared at each other once more as they pulled away, eyes full with a fondness that had always been there but never truly expressed.

As time went on, she felt lighter, not like the entire weight of her feelings had disappeared, but like every time her knees were ready to buckle under the weight he was there to hold some of it for her. Dick seemed to be a new constant, not a replacement of Bill and Joe, but something new. She wasn't sure if she was thinking too much into it but she felt as though this felt different. His eyes lingered on her just a little longer, his gaze always questioning her wellbeing in a way that a leader, or even a close friend, wouldn't do. His gaze held more of an affectionate gentleness, something she had only dreamed of.

That night at the Eagle's nest, many of the men had gathered to drink and celebrate the victory in Europe, elated by the surrender of the German army and their allies. But Y/N was tired, and felt herself in serious need of rest. She hadn't been able to see Dick in a couple of days passed the odd wide eyed gaze across the room, and she felt herself grow heavy. She had stayed in her room until Luz had come to visit, asking if she was joining them. She smiled sweetly at him, but the emotion struggled to reach her drooping eyes as she did.

"I just…need some time alone please." Y/N said to George, a small reassuring smile on her lips as she stood by her bedroom door.

"Of course, let us know if you need something." Luz replied with a large grin, one that she was very used to. She smiled fondly at him before nodding gratefully.

"Thanks George." The man smiled once more before wandering off to see the other men, leaving Y/N by herself. She sighed as she closed the door, letting her shoulders slump while she leant against the door. She went to walk over to her bed to sit for a moment, but another knock sounded on the door and she turned back to it again with a quiet groan. She swung the door open, expecting one of the enlisted men to be there, asking her to come drink with them but was surprised to see Winters standing there. He looked at her with a small smile, his hands playing with the fabric of his hat that was grasped between his fingers.

"I can go if you need some time alone." Dick spoke suddenly, and she broke out of her moment of admiring him

"No!" Y/N blurted out, her voice louder than she intended. Her eyes widened at herself, before clearing her throat awkwardly. "No. Please…stay." She uttered, her voice much quieter now as if she was questioning her own words. Dick let a small smile cover his lips as he nodded, stepping further into the room as he closed the door gently.

"How are you feeling?" He asked fondly as he looked at her, the both of them standing in the middle of her room.

"Um…better, in a way. But not so much in others." Y/N replied with a small smile, her eyes flickering between his face and her hands that she was clenching and unclenching in front of her. "I don't know how I'm ever going to get over what this war had made me feel. How will i…how will I ever explain this to people who don't understand?" She said as she looked at him fully. His face took on an empathetic softness, and he stepped closer to her, his hands finding their way to her shoulders.

"I don't know if you ever will be able to. I'm quite sure I won't be able to." Dick spoke with a gentleness that she had been hoping to hear. His hand moved to her face, his thumb running over the skin below her eye and along her cheekbone. "But…you don’t have to be able to explain it to me." He finished with a smile that made her feel safe, her chest feeling less constricted until a thought crossed her mind and it came back once again.

"But you won't always be there, will you?" Y/N whispered, a sadness taking over her expression. Dick took a deep breath, his adam's apple bobbing as thought over his next words.

"Who ever said that?" He spoke, and he seemed so sure of himself. She looked up at him again, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

"What…what do you mean?" She questioned, fiddling with her fingers unconsciously. He let a smile grace his lips as he reached for her hands, untangling them before interlinking them with his.

"I mean…I…" He began, though he seemed to trip up on his words. "I would like you to come back with me, after…this." He continued, his cheeks growing slightly red. "Only if you want to." He finished quickly. Y/N's breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stared at their hands.

"What…me? You want me to come back with you after the war?" She said with wide eyes, her mind swimming with thoughts, overthinking to the point where she questioned whether she had made up the words he spoke in her mind.

"Well…yes." He said with a slight tension to his sentence.

"I….okay." She whispered, looking up at him again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she did. His face broke out into a large smile, his eyes lighting up happily.

"Well…that's good." Dick said, his face showing relief. Y/N felt her own face break into a smile as she stared up at him.

"That is good." She replied, and they both shared a smile before Y/N leaned forward and pecked his lips gently. His face showed a shy bewilderment that caused her to giggle quietly. His lips twitched at her laugh before he leaned forward and pressed another kiss to her lips, pulling her closer.

"It means you won't ever have to carry everything by yourself. Not now and not ever." He whispered as he pulled away, a genuine loving care in his eyes. She smiled at his words, eyes swimming with tears. He returned her smile, pressing his lips to her forehead gently before looking down at her once more. "I won't ever let you feel that way again."

#here have a random ramble i just wrote in an hour #idk wtf this is but it's feelings so... #take it or leave it #gods i am in my sad girl emotions rn #FUCKKKKK #find me the nearest mountain i can climb and scream off #richard winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers drabble #i really don't know wtf this is #so don't come for my throat please #i'm sensitive rn #dick winters x reader

[itsyouch]

no because I regret EVEN saying that I hate tex as a joke. This scene hurt man....

#rvb church #rvb tex #tex rvb #church rvb #red vs blue tex #tex red vs blue #red vs blue church #i actually cant #I'm so sad I don't even want to continue watching rvb #I actually think its effecting my mental health #I love Tex Church Caboose Sarge Simmons Griff Lopez Dounut and Tucker etc sm #i'm sad #Even tho Church let her go I can't :[ #I sound to emo rn #I'm really surprised that rvb made me cry this much #lol #Haha I'm not doing well #:'] #I'll probably draw the text later cuz rn my head if foggy and I literally feel so numb lol #thats crazy I REALLY didn't expect to get this effected by this show so bad #i love them so bad #And I love rvb #I dont even have enough energy to hate agent Wash #rvb #red vs blue

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

#guy who's very proud of how well he's handling things rn lol #anyways personal time: #but idk man i kinda remembered smthn from my past n #like. if it wasn't for how much effort i've put into my mental health n coping skills #n my support network now #idk id be in a much worse place. #so i'm gonna forgive myself for not really sleeping last night #n having a hard time with my bpd feelings n emotions #because fuck man! i'm doin really good actually! #growth doesn't have to be oh man i'm never ever sad anymore #it's just. idk i don't cry because i Wanna die anymore #sometimes i have an intrusive thought of suicide #and it makes me cry because i DONT wanna die. and i know those thoughts are not good or needed #but i'm not gonna beat myself up for having them. i'm just gonna be patient n gentle w myself #n give myself time #n everything will be okay(: #bc it is okay! it's in the past and i'm safe now. and i wanna make other people feel safe too #growth starts w baby steps. n that's why it's so hard to recognize in yourself a lot of the time #it goes slooooooowly. for me at least lol. #mine #despite everything i am happy because i know my life now is one i love (: and one im actively trying to better for myself

[saturnaous]

I never stop thinking about them.

SEND ME ART REQUESTS BOY

#yeah this is basically an art dump #just a bunch of miscellaneous doodles #that last one is from when I first made the au. I do like. basically doodle sheets. if you understand #there's a bunch of other stuff that I marked out that's why there's a bunch of empty space at the top #if you recognize the individual things from it. no you don't. #god for some reason I think I'm fucking ALLERGIC to using reference. of like any kind #the only one I used anyreference for was the. snowball one which was a pose #also btw I'm trying to break out of a bit of art block teehee #anyways. #spenxer lou art #lou is an artist #fma au #I need to make an actual tag for this au but I'll do it later. when I pin down a name #I really like tongued alchemist. . . it's funny #roleswap au #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #alphonse elric #edward elric #traditional art #writhes around on the floor #I have a short comic idea for Ed. because I like making them talk about their feelings sometimes #but Idk if I wanna do it rn. . .we'll see #it's been on my mind #AUUAGHHUHUH Also I lost. my favorite mechanical pencil at a waffle house #I'm so fucking sad about it #I'm going to the craft store tomorrow tho so. fingers crossed #I think. I can stop now. falls to the floor and rolls away like a log

[triaelf9]

ugh I reallllyyyyy didn’t want to get in on this but like

The assumption that all atheists are people who’ve “never touched a religious text in their life” basically says to me you have a specific view of atheists and have probably not known many.

Most of them grew up IN the system and DO know the text and THAT’S why they walk away. 

If you’re gonna make a whole post on ppl not using nuance with CR stuff right now the least you can do is use nuance yourself and not paint an entire group of people with a brush that TV taught you, or a bunch of white men into power *cough* Dawkins *cough* coopted a movement in a society where to not believe in god is synonymous with being immoral.

So just keep in mind, the representation of people without faith that you see on TV or twitter isn’t the majority and 9 times out of 10 isn’t correct at all.

thanks ^_^

#I learned a new word the other day #apatheism or something #b/c there isn't a word for what I am #but like I know that people who don't know what I am will paint me with the nuance-less brush of #oh you're atheist or whatever #but yeah #maybe also pick up on the nuance that Matt's putting down #that not all the Prime deities are the saammmme #can't paint them all with a brush too #just funny that so many people saying I want to be free to not worship anything rn brings so much ridicule #I'm sad ppl are taking a really fascinating complicated take on gods and such is being turned into this stupid fight #just BREATHE please #yes I'm sub-blogging a little b/c I don't want to get into it #I just want ppl to keep in mind that some people out there are ppl too #sorry I don't mean to go off but it's a sensitive point for me #something I never talk about b/c of opinions like that out there #can't wait to see my follower count drop b/c this sorta thing always does T_T #I just wanna be me and make the world a better place isn't that enough #Tria rants

[chickenstrangers]

I keep thinking about the scene in My School President where Tinn and Gun share their best memories and how it was different in Our Skyy 2 and the implications of it all.

In the original, this is the scene where Tinn and Gun start to open up to each other, telling each other their best memories, giving hints that Tinn has had a crush on Gun for a long time. But the next question on the list, what is their worst memory, is what really brings them together. Gun opens up about his dad's death: "When our loved ones are gone, they don't just go empty-handed."

In Our Skyy 2, they only show half the scene, only the question about their happiest memories. It's also interesting that Tinn is wearing a shirt that says "happier times are coming." In this scene they're both focusing on the happy memories, but also looking towards the future happiness they can have together. To be clear, I think this was a good choice, I don't think the fluffy Our Skyy AU needed that sort of grief to be explored in depth. But it does leave a lot of unanswered questions about what Gun's life is like in this universe.

Presumably Gun's dad is still dead in this universe, and Gun still had to and has to deal with that grief. What was it like for him to be raised by a single mom in this setting? We see that au!Gim cares a lot about Gun, but she is much more strict and uncompromising than in the original show. Gun would have grown up a lot more isolated, much like Tinn, but without his dad at home to balance his mom's sharpness like Tinn has. How would that have affected Gun's anxiety?

Gun also doesn't have the band behind him, though he does have Por. It might have been harder for him to make friends specifically because his mom was a teacher, and now is the principal. I think that could be part of why Gun seems a lot more subdued in this universe, without his full support network, without his musical outlet.

Anyway, thinking about this silly AU just made me sad but I think it shows how the little things that change when the characters are put in different circumstances, and how central the friends and family are to the feeling of love we get in My School President.

#my school president #our skyy 2 #my school president meta #tinngun #gun guntaphon #fourth nattawat #really did not expect to write two (2) whole metas on grief about this silly little fanfic au episode #its this and the he's coming to me references #watch out for the Gaipa meta i'm writing rn #that surprisingly does not talk about grief at all!! #keeping everyone on their toes #thinking thoughts #anyways off to go rewatch the end of bad buddy i'm sure that will make me less sad

[yes-m-ray]

Laudna: "I've done a lot. To try to run away. Reclaim my life. And it doesn't really seem to fucking matter at the end of the day"

I think this is the first time Laudna has said something that currently truly hurts her. And not in a jokey manner, or a dismissive one... and hells that’s a heavy one.

You know every time after she tried to start her new “life”, after every town she was chased off, after every cottage where she was almost hunted; every time she ran away for a while, stopped, and asked the same question again and again:

”I’m nice, i’m trying, i want to be part of this world... Why? ...it doesn't really seem to fucking matter at the end of the day”

And yet, somehow, she tries again and again!!!

for 30 years 

I don’t think we’ll see a “breaking point” or a big boom of repressed trauma. I think the saddest way her story could go is that her flame, her spark, after being almost extinguished multiple times, just... gives up.

She seems tired, and there is a point where you may stop trying.

Could you blame her? 

#cr meta #cr spoilers #cr3 #laudna #that convo really made me sad #like in many ways she's still alone #but i'm glad ashton sees something in her #something worth asking and inquiring and supporting #this is gonna be a long term thing #but is just so sad rn #critical role

[felizusnavidad]

unpopular opinion but i really miss those days when it was all about the music in taylor swift fandom

#time for a little rant because i feel like i need to get it off my chest rn #i feel so disconnected from this fandom lately #mostly because literally everything is about travis these days #like don't get me wrong i'm really happy that she's happy but #i just don't feel the need to talk about her relationship 24/7 like some of the swifties #and honestly it's all just too much #everything is about taylor and i'm not even excited anymore when i see new pictures of her #because it's just too much??? #i truly love her with all my heart and i always will but even i am tired and i've been a swiftie for literally half of my life #why do people have to discuss every single detail about her love life #and who cares if she's going to be at the game again #let her live maybe #i'm sorry but it's just so annoying lately #this fandom is being too fucking loud and i'm tired and it's not even fun anymore #remember when the eras tour started? amazing times #we were talking about it all the time and discussing every single detail of the tour and the songs and all #now it's all about her new relationship guys it's not... like... WHY. #it makes me so sad because it used to be different #ugh #i might get hate for that but i don't care i just really needed to say that #taylor swift #ts #talking shit for the hell of it*

[mdverse]

My dad passed away unexpectedly just over a month ago. Last summer, he talked about wanting to commission me to draw a self portrait so that he'd have art of (and by) me. I was so distracted at the time that I kept forgetting to sort out the details with him, and then I started uni classes and I never got around to working on it. I've spent the last month kicking myself for not having done it as soon as he brought it up. I was so sure I'd have more time.

I used to think that he was disappointed that I was so set on pursuing art as a career, but I've realised lately that even if he was disappointed at first, he did so much to support my decision. He helped me through the process of dropping out of college so that I could start over with a different degree. He always showed interest in my art, asking about how my wips were going and if he could see the drawings and paintings I'd been working on for school. He wanted to commission me even though I would've happily drawn things for him for free. I wish I hadn't doubted that he was always proud of me.

I don't know what comes after death. I don't know if I really believe that he is watching over me, but I'd like to think he'll see this drawing somehow.

#my art #digital art #original art #art #self portrait #personal #perhaps too personal? i don't like being open and vulnerable on main but this is really important to me #i'm so sorry guys i hate to kick off this year with a sad post #or yknow. making sad personal posts at all. it feels weird #i'll go back to fun silly fanart soon hopefully #things are just hard rn and i haven't been drawing much lately

[clownprince]

Starting a collection. Please feel free to add

#I fucking love when people call him out for being a pathetic lovelorn little guy #don't be shy. hurt him more #call his ass OUT #I like that lex and ivy REALLY just absolutely dig into his insecurities #his initial reaction. w lex honestly makes me want to grind my teeth into dust #like before the rage sets in there's just a SPLIT second of genuine shock and fear. ahem #anyway #there are probably more panels I'm forgetting rn but I was Compelled to make this #batjokes #I wish I could like. pin these up on a giant wall somewhere #to make the dudebros understand that he's Not someone you're supposed to look up to he is not aspirational he is a SAD FRUIT

[probablyaseamonster]

so... we all get the father vibes from Pentious, right? It's not just me?

Theres the "son?" Joke in the pilot which sounded a liiiittle too sincere, there's how he acts around his egg bois... and how that cringefail energy of his could easily be translated into embarrassing dad behavior...

So anyway what I'm saying is I still think Baxter could be his missing son-

#Hazbin hotel #sir pentious #Look on the one hand #Snek and feesh. #Come on #It's cute #Also they're both “scientists” in a way #And Sir Precious over here took Baxter's spot in the cast #First thing could easily be coincidence #But also I think it'd be funny and also really heartwarming #Bur it'd be CRUEL if SP ends up being the one to die in season one and Baxter comes to the hotel one episode #And somehow finds out his dad was here and neither of them knew #I think that could be the only thing that would make me legit sad if he was the one to get killed #I mean don't get me wrong I love him #But he just feels unattached to the rest of the cast to me #And I feel like it'd hurt the characters the least #Even if he did sacrifice himself like some theorists imagine #I'm having trouble summoning thoughts rn I might come back to this later *not likely*