#I am sorry.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

worst post i'll ever make. what if colin hits the computer out of frustration and jonah starts moaning

#i am SORRY. #tmagp #tmagp meme #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp colin #tmagp augustus

[searchingforakeythatdoesntexist]

Day 24: "I miss you". - Good Omens, post-Season 2.

Got sad news. It's going to be fine but... Well. You know.

Just a simple idea. And I wanted to take a "break" with my current bigger WIPs. Well this "break" took me almost 8 hours. And yet it seems very simple. Sometimes, less is more, they said. But I guess I feel a little bit better. For now.

Came to my mind while I was driving and listening this : YT - Spotify - Deezer

Love you, Good Omens fam.

f you want to support me: my Ko-Fi - my shop

Share the Ineffable love! Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)

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#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #Aziracrow #Ineffable husbands #Ineffable lovers #Ineffable Partners #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #my art #art #Elenthya #searchingforakeythatdoesntexist #I am sorry. #ineffable divorce #ElenthyaGallery

[zebulontheplanet]

Talk about death, abuse, and neglect under cut. Talk about disability day of mourning.

Today was disability day of mourning. For all those that are disabled and are currently afraid or are in a situation of being abused or neglected, and to all those that have passed due to the negligence of their caretakers and parents, I am sorry.

I am sorry that things didn’t work out how they were supposed to. I am sorry that you were neglected, abused, murdered. I am sorry.

I am sorry you were forgotten, or not taken seriously. I am sorry. I am sorry and your names will continue to live through my head.

Please take today to check in with your disabled friends and family to make sure that their home life and caretakers are doing the best that they can, so their names do not join the list with others.

Disability day of mourning website

#disability day of mourning #I am sorry. #repeated words

[risaho]

brother and brother-sister

#vivec #sotha sil #tesshitpost #I am sorry.

[dude-the-ancient-dragon]

Listen gamers. I know you have been without nourishment for a while, you yearn for bioware games, and honestly, Im right up there with you.

But, Bioware is dead. What you are seeing now is a dessicated corpse being puppeteered by one of EA´s Endless slimy tentacles. The developer you adored is gone, and nothing of what you loved remains. You must move on, for nothing good will come of nostalgia.

#bioware #mass effect #EA games #dragon age #I am sorry.

[revalito]

30 min sketch Monday with @mitchmotch ! this time, I drew his oc serene as an octoling from splatoon hehe. I ran out of time but the concept was sick as hell ok. thank you

#hades draws #monday moseying #splatoon #serene #IM SO SAD I DIDNT GET TO RENDER IT ALL but i really did get too ambitious JWJSJWN #gosh i love serene and splatoon so much my brain was screaming at me to mash them together #and who am i to refuse #GO CHECK SAETA'S ART NEEOOWWWWW!!!!!!! #also i didnt notice i had my canvas mirrored the entire time so if u see something wonky #i am sorry. #also also. in my mind serene is mid training battle with her team #and thats why his hair is loose 😁

[the-kingshound]

no matter how this goes i am ready to suffer

Good because there will be lots of suffering I'm afraid

#i am sorry. #for what is worth

[wrenthemoralfander]

@miranderisanallyforherkids

I thought you would appreciate it. 

Random conversations with Caleb, Heisenberg and Father Gascoigne.

Some are story like, some are quote like, and I don’t know how to make quote-like. (I am sorry in advance for the stupidity you were about to see.)

Compilation number one.

————

“OK, OK, OK! Why the fuck are you two banned from the kitchen?” Caleb asked.

Heisenberg and Gascoigne just looked at each other.

“Eileen’s said no one wants blood in the food…” he said. Caleb raised an eyebrow and Gascoigne sighed. “Look, I… was in a rush, so I made a mess of the kitchen last time. There was a lot of blood in the food.”

“Heisenberg, what about you?” He said as he faced palmed.

“…Ethan doesn’t want me using my powers while cooking. I think it’s stupid.” Heisenberg huffed.

“I think it’s perfectly reasonable considering ya nearly cut that poor fella’s hand off… multiple times…”

“Thank you!” Ethan hollered from the other room.

“Winters, this conversation doesn’t concern you! Stay out of it.” Heisenberg yelled back.

Caleb got up and walked to the door that went to the kitchen, before turning around.

“Since I’m the only one who knows how to fucking cook, an doesn’t threaten my partner safety while I’m at it, I’m gonna go make us some dinner. If you two think about entering the damn kitchen, so help me.”

Meanwhile:

Eileen, Ace, Henryk and Ethan playing cards against humanity well listening to the three of them Bicker.

Bonus:

“Caleb! Por favor, don’t burn the damn kitchen down.”

“Visconti. I know how not to burn a kitchen down.”

————————————

Gascoigne:

Gascoigne: Why does your blood smell like… mold Ethan?

Ethan: Uh… you don’t wanna know trust me.

Heisenberg: I’m gonna kill you…

Caleb: Oi. Can y’all please shut the fuck up? Ace is trying to sleep.

————————————

“Ya sister is fucking creepy!” Caleb yelled.

Karl immediately used his powers and pointed the scissors at Caleb. “Don’t talk shit about my sister, Donna! That’s my job, bitch. Only I can do that…”

“Karl Heisenberg!” Ethan yelled from the other room.

“He started it!” Heisenberg yelled back.

Ace walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink for himself before looking at Caleb. “Deja de ser un idiota Caleb antes de que Nea te ciegue.” (Translation: Stop being a dick Caleb before I have Nea blind you.)

Carl just looked confused at Ace. Caleb sighed, “Alright…” and then just looked at Karl. 

“Translation, I’mma get my ass beat if I don’t stop. Also Heisenberg?” Karl looked back at Caleb. 

“Checkmate.” Caleb said, moving his piece on the board, taking the king.

“Damnit!”

————————

Ace: Guys. I have a baby. I’m not sure what to do with her. Who is her father?

Heisenberg: This emotionally mind broken mold man right here.

Ethan: Heisenberg. The correct term is PTSD. Also, I am not a mold man.

Caleb: Who hurt you?

Gascoigne: PTSD?

Nea: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Gascoigne: Interesting…

Eileen:

Eileen: Every single one of you needs therapy. 

Nea and Ace:

Ace: I don’t know if therapy can help the mold man over there…

Ethan: Fuck you.

—————————

And that’s all.

#resident evil village #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #dead by daylight #aceslinger #ace visconti #caleb quinn #father Gascoigne #I put Nea and Eileen in there for shits and giggles #I am sorry.

[dailyoyo]

Dailyoyo #25 - Part 8 (FINALE) : Relapse

#jet set radio #yoyo jsr #jsr #dailyoyo #I am sorry. #gif #ask to tag #ITS OVER #mod pseud

[poopingonthefloor]

henry milfer :]

IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?

#THIS IS A JOKE. IN THE CIRCUMSTANCE OF HENRY HAPPENING TO BE A CISGENDER WOMAN: (?S)HE WOULD NOT LOOK LIKE THIS. #I AM SORRY. #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #artistry #henry miller dsaf #dsaf dave #Dave miller #dsaf dave miller #william afton #william afton dsaf #dayshift at freddy's 2 #dsaf 3 #dayshift at freddy's 3 #dsaf 2 #Henry #henry miller #dsaf henry #dsaf henry miller #jack mention

[freekzoutarchive]

@oddlies

"no WAAAAAAAY! my lesbian boxes, too! oh, shit -- is that the right verbiage?"

#oddlies #tony & funke. #i am sorry.

[doodlingbot]

mmmmm the taste of no context <3

#I can no longer promise no more out of context doodles. #I am sorry. #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #doodles #my art #tsp doods #tspud doods #stanley doods #Yall get even less context with this than I had initially drawn actually.

[toastypencils]

Why do I always feel lonely and left out, why do I always feel stupid around everyone I am with. I am always going to do something stupid and say something stupid everyday. I feel guilty for people are who friends with me because of my idiocy, I am going to hurt them or offend them eventually. I don't want to be friends with my friends anymore but on the same time. It fucking hurts in knowing that my own dumbass shouldn't be with them because they know a lot than me. And nothing would've never changed if I haven't even met them or even knew them. And when someone tells me that " I am not stupid", I am sorry but how tf do they know?.

How in the living fuck do they know that I am not "The worst of the worst". I have low grades, I have done stupid things, I had said stupid things. I feel like I am stupid and left out everywhere I go, I see absolutely no worth in myself.

I am not against my friends or anything, it just fucking hurts in knowing that they think that "your amazing and stuff". But you know in reality that you are NOT, it feels like a full on lie.

I wish I can let them go but it hurts when I even try.

#vent. #toasty #this vent is to nobody byt myself. #i am sorry.

[kissufordcoppola]

how i mistreat kissunation so

#I am sorry. #DOTH NOT PROTEST!

[redbeansoups]

Graduations and Goodbyes

Nishinoya Yuu x Reader In which life is bitter, and you and Noya part ways.

***

In the many years you’ve known him, nothing about Nishinoya has ever screamed boyfriend. He dresses half his age, and his shirts are a tad bit too large on him, and he gets little bits of food stuck on the corners of his mouth when he eats, and his handwriting is chicken scratch, and his cooking is little more than half-salvageable scraps in a pan, and he’s terrible at math, and he can barely put an essay together for the life of him–

You’d met him as an overeager middle-schooler, a squeaky, pre-pubescent boy just entering his teenage years. A history class and a terribly organized group project was all it took for the two of you to be at each others’ throats, bickering and fighting at every given chance. You’d sworn him in as your mortal enemy, declaring your rivalry to anyone and everyone who would listen.

Thinking back now, you don’t have a clue how things mellowed down, or when you’d begun to look at him the way you do now. Hell, you don’t even really know how you two started dating, or why. And yet you can’t help it: the affection that swims and swirls in your chest, the pride that swells at the sight of him, the urge you get to shout to the world that Nishinoya Yuu, in all his vertically-challenged glory, is yours.

You won’t deny that you’re young. Naive and hopeful and praying, desperately, for the right one to come your way. Stupid in the way all highschoolers are. But when his hands are entwined with yours and he looks at you like you’re all that’s ever mattered, how can you resist?

It’s love, you think. Because what else can it be? He’s everything to you, and he always will be.

***

Senior season has sprung upon you in the blink of an eye. You’ve set your sights on Tokyo for the year ahead, and you’ve spent the past few months planning out which trinkets to bring and which clothes to wear and what new identity you’ll craft for yourself next.

University will bring new beginnings and awkward things–but Yuu, you know, will always be by your side. He tells you as much, after all, and he always has. 

“You’ll never have to worry about us–we’re tight as a knot.” A kiss seals the deal, and you believe him. What reason do you have not to? Nishinoya Yuu is your past, your present, your future-to-be. You’re devoted, truly, and, if his words are anything to go by, he is too–

So why can’t he meet your gaze anymore? 

***

The Karasuno basketball team has a penchant for throwing house parties, at least in comparison to its volleyball team. You’re awfully sure this is their third or fourth this quarter, but for all the booze they’ve given out, you really aren’t in any position to complain–especially as a frequent recipient. And judging by the way your friends have ditched you (“Hot basketball boys await!”), you have a feeling they aren’t complaining, either. 

Not that you mind being alone too much. The host seems to have no shortage of nostalgic tunes and comfy corners to take solace in. And you’re feeling pretty good; you’ve long downed your fourth (fifth?) drink by now, little red solo cup lost in the sea of drinks before you

“Hey!” There’s a warm hand on your shoulder; the touch is gentle and familiar, and the gruff, easy voice brings a smile to your face.

“Asahi!” You whip around, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in. You haven’t seen him since he’d graduated; he hugs you back in the old, comforting way he’s always done, hands settled right at your waist. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” you laugh, pulling away just a tad too quickly. The alcohol has your mind spinning a little.

He chuckles. “You can thank Suga for that. He went into mom mode the other day–said I’ve been too much of a homebody lately.” The image really isn’t difficult to conjure; you can practically see him with his arms crossed over his chest and lecturing the poor boy half to death. “In other news... Noya wouldn’t happen to be with you, would he?”

A shake of your head yields a pensive hum. “I haven’t been able to get ahold of him lately,” you tell him, trying to mask the concern in your voice. “I mean, I’ve seen him at school and stuff–but he’s been distant, y’know?” You look up at him curiously. “Did something happen?”

Asahi’s expression contorts into something of a grimace, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “No,” he says, but the words come too quick, too loud–

It’s a lie, and you know it.

You raise an eyebrow. He knows that you’ve caught on, but he shakes his head regardless. 

You’ve never known him to be much of a secret keeper. A few shots are all it takes to loosen the man up; you’ve used him time and time again to sniff out Noya’s birthday gifts weeks in advance. 

Today, though, he’s refusing to crack. And even as you drop the subject, the tension lingers in the air, clawing at both of your throats with a vengeance. Something is up–and you’ve clearly been left out of it.

The frown on your face stays put for the rest of the night.

***

Unable to hold back any longer, you show up at his house the very next day. His mother–bless her heart–welcomes you with a hug and a tray full of freshly-baked sweets. After years of being in her presence, they taste of home. 

“He’s upstairs,” she tells you warmly, and you thank her as you scurry up the steps. You know his place the same way you do your own. You’ve memorized which steps creak and which ones wobble, which photos on the walls have the cutest Noyas, which corners are the best to cuddle in–

“Yuu,” you say, pushing his door open. He’s cross-legged on the ground, laptop balanced treacherously on the tip of his left knee.

For the first time in years, he greets your presence with dismay, eyes falling to the ground. “Hey, um–you really shouldn’t be here,” he tells you.

It takes more effort than it should to keep your voice level. “And why shouldn’t I be?” You step forward, shut the door behind you with a click. “You’ve been avoiding me, Yuu.”

“That’s not true–”

“Why don’t you want me here, then?” Your volume is raised despite yourself; you don’t miss his flinch.

He turns his head away and sets the laptop on the ground. The cogs in his brain are going haywire; you can practically see the thoughts churning, synapses firing, heart beating–he’s picking at the cuticles on his left thumb. 

Ignoring his discomfort, you seat yourself beside him. A few breaths is all it takes to regain some semblance of control. “I just want to talk, Yuu. I’m not going to be mad–I just want to know what’s going on.” You place a hand on his knee. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“No–” 

"Then what is it?"

There's a pause before his next words. “I’m leaving," he breathes, finally.

“For college?” You lean in closer, letting his breath graze your cheek. Despite your best efforts,  the confusion laces itself in your voice, hanging off of every syllable. “That’s not the end of the world, Yuu. We’ve talked about long-distance already, haven’t we? It’s not like I’m staying in Miyagi either–”

“You don’t understand,” he blurts. The interruption is in-character, but holds far more weight than usual. His voice has gone up an octave, words falling from his mouth in a hurry. “I’m leaving Japan.”  

Wordlessly, you pull away. You can feel the hurt radiating from him, but you can’t help it.

Something warm and wet hits your knees. 

“Wait, it–it’s nothing against you!” he says, scrambling to wipe your tears. “Really, I promise–I’ve been thinking about it and talking it through with Asahi and my mom and stuff,” he grips your arm, finally meeting your eyes, “and I think, you know, while I’m young and I have the energy, traveling a little wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

He’s always been the adventurous type–this much you know. And though you’ve talked about Yuu not wanting to go to college (“Not just yet, maybe..”), you didn’t think it’d come to this.. or that he’d hide something so big from you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” A twinge of embarrassment hits you as your voice cracks midway. By now, though, you don’t think it particularly matters. 

He takes in a breath. Sharp, quick, painful. His next words come out a whisper: “Look–I didn’t know how–”

“What does this mean for us, Yuu?”

He’s crying now. Big, ugly tears fall against his flushed cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.”

Your forever, you realize, is coming to an end.

***

The next few months are a blur. You hold Nishinoya a little tighter, kiss him a little softer, and savor each moment with him just a little more. Even with your demise in sight, he still fits so perfectly against you. And as you watch him toss his cap into the air, you’re filled with nothing but love.

You toss yours with his, watching them float down to the ground.

Graduation day is marked with one last kiss.

***

Miyagi’s airport is a little far off, and you’re the only one with a car and license on hand. With Tanaka in the backseat and Noya riding shotgun, the car ride is sure to be far from dull. You have half a mind to drown them out with music. But when Noya squeezes your thigh and gives you the same doe-eyed look he always has, pupils swimming with love, you’re reminded, suddenly, to take in the moment, to bask in his presence just one last time. So you toy along with the boys the entire ride there, joining them in belting old tunes and playing stupid games.

The banter doesn’t stop even at the airport–and, despite yourself, the chiding comes automatically. “Take care of yourself,” you tell him, straightening the rucksack on his shoulders. “Don’t do drugs. Don’t get arrested. And don’t find yourself stranded all the way in Italy–I won’t be there to take care of you, y’know. And send me photos!” 

He laughs. It’s melodic and light, the way you’ve always known his voice to be. “I know, mom.”

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you pull each other in for a hug. It’s longer, warmer than any other you’ve shared; and even though Tanaka is right there, you hold him like he’s the only one around.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And I always will.”

You know he means it. More tears fall from your eyes, spilling onto the fabric of his t-shirt and leaving an ugly dark patch in its wake. “I love you too, Yuu.” 

He pulls away. 

And then he’s gone, heading beyond the gates and beyond your grasp.

#i am sorry. #hq #hq x reader #hq scenarios #hq imagines #hq nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #hq angst #haikyuu fic #hq fics #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader