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bioethicists · 1 year

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'recovering' or 'healing' by starting to hate your former self + shame or mock others for being the way you used to be isn't actually very healing. you can acknowledge + be grateful that you have changed without transferring all your self hatred/shame onto others.

#i see so many ppl like omg i was so cringe with my b/w depression blog + my angsty posts + attention seeking #like no you were just. sad. that's how you were sad then. it's not how you are sad now.#you should have empathy for ppl like that but you don't because you still hate yourself #and you can't stand to see yourself in others because you haven't. actually done much healing lol

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myrandom-fandomlife · 9 months

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genuinely don’t get why people are acting like the rwrb movie cant be a little cringe

like it’s a romcom??? that’s what they do??

queer romance doesn’t always have to be serious and artful and sad

just let them be happy and in love and cutie and YES, CRINGEY

#like y’all would eat it up if it was a cringe heterosexual romcom #why is it different bc it’s gay #like can we please actually normalize just fun cutsie queer romcoms instead of them always being a terribly devastating and angsty ‘film’#rwrb #rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #henry wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz

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ramjam-jamming · 21 days

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Sonic Stars✨ AU

This is what I've been cooking up... I got wayyy too much stuff to talk about, even though I already made these huge walls of texts for each character. I also have a bunch of mini comics developing on Shadow and Tail's dynamic that didn't fit in this 💀 anddd I plan doing proper art of some of the missing characters.... The brainrot is real

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infamous-if · 6 months

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If the vote didn't happen would MC and Seven be the same as high school? And the band?

The hopeless romantic in me wants to say yes, but the writer in me says no. I think something would've happened that would've made them break up. At the height of their relationship, Seven and MC were very unhealthily attached. I don't think they knew where they started and where the other ended. You lose a bit of your identity when you're so close to someone like that, especially when you bond over something like neglectful parent(s).

They didn't know how to exist without each other, and I think the relationship would've broken down if they didn't have that thing that forced them apart and forced them to mature and find their own identity without each other. Right person, wrong time? They always needed that opportunity to grow up without each other and become a person who is capable of that kind of relationship whether platonically or not.

I am a big fan of this older Seven and MC coming back together (both platonically and romantically.) Young Seven and MC were too volatile. Growth and maturity makes a relationship so much better dont ya thinkkk

BUT also that whole experience also makes it easier for MC to romance another RO. They learned from experience and can move on with a more mature, experienced mindset (go kick rocks sev /jjjj)

Even though Seven still has maturing to do (and they will), they can at least say they've experienced life without MC and they can at least know that they'll be fine. Even if MC leaves again, they will be fine. It'll hurt and stuff but they can still make a life for themself without completely crumbling.

As for the band, I think it would've worked out but if Seven and MC broke down, the band would've as well. Two lead singers and all that yk lmao

#inbox #seven lawless #mc #the band #deep talks today I guess lolz #im cringing give me some funny asks this is so angsty

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prince-kallisto · 8 months

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This is potentially my last chance for my Crowley is Revan theory before the next chapter of Book 7 hits…clown on me when I’m wrong LOL. But Um what if Overblot Crowley had an angelic appearance and his Overblot is sad and angsty 👉👈 dialogue inspired by Homura’s witch transformation from Madoka Magica.

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keegansversion · 15 days

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reader, who is part of task force 141 is wrongly accused of being a traitor. but for some reason, despite all the torture they endured, they still forgive them.

hi guys :D im still quite new to tumblr and this is my first fic im gonna be starting. i have written before on ao3, wattpad, notes (for practise), a failed unfinished book so hopefully this will go well!

writers block may happen at some point because im kinda planning for it to be a series, if not, just a one-part fic. chances are, i wont have the energy to proof-read so if there are mistakes, please dont mind it :)

i got this idea from @ghostslittlegf . i have reblogged the post that they made that gave me the inspiration. <3

anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <33

!tw! : t0rture, mentions of g0re, abvse, swearing, foul language, manipulation

part 1

it wasn't you. not your fault.

days pass, and all sense of time was lost for you. you don't know how long you have been bound to this chair for, and the same nauseating scent of old blood and soil was not making it any better.

the task force placed you in a holding cell underground. the entire place was empty; it was just you, and the chilling, hollow echoes of whatever slight movement you bore from the tight knots gnawing at your wrists and ankles. your skin was blistering from the constant friction of the jagged ropes and stinging. fear was eating you alive, consuming more and more of you as each day passed. hell, it felt like an eternity down here.

the task force, the previous week, had encountered a leak in information that meant the entire team was put under danger. they were sure it was someone within the base, as nobody else would just have access to such private information.

one day, you were just in the gym training when a few men took you aside, captain price at their heels. his eyes were dark and you could see levels of anger rising inside him. you were confused, obviously. had you done anything wrong? no, you hadn't. the next thing you knew, you were here. bound and restricted.

but you didn't do anything?

"you will tell us the truth, is that clear?" price spat as he bent down to meet your eye-level. behind him were 3 other people with pistols in their hand, loaded. you couldn't make out their faces as it was dimly lit.

"truth? what do you mean?" you question, utterly confused and a little scared of this situation. your eyes dart around the cell. you've never been down here before, and everything seems so foreign. the walls were slightly cracked, the large bricks uneven in placement. moss grew from the cracks, and the stench of wet soil creeped into your nose. it was cold and damp, and disgusting. these were the holding cells you never wanted to go down into, yet here you were, forced to be in one as a prisoner.

"dont play dumb." price sneered, his face closer to yours. you backed away instinctively, looking away to avoid his gaze.

"i really don't know what you mean..." you reply with some thought whilst slightly shaking your head, trying to make sense of this whole situation. price grabs at the arm-rests of the chair with some force. it startles you but you listen to him carefully.

"we know you betrayed us. that information that got leaked? yeah, well now the entire base is in danger. we're sabotaged, all because one little birdie decided to run their traitor mouths to enemy bases." he says, sing-songingly on the last part.

your eyes widen a little at such an accusation. never would you even think of betraying the task force. they were like family to you, and the accusation sickened you deeply. even the thought was sickening. "what? you're accusing me? but why!? what's your evidence?" you desperately pry for answers. all this was so sudden.

"oh, evidence? there's plenty of evidence, sweetheart." he replies, a sarcastic and irritated chuckle woven into his speech. he stands back up and looks back at the men behind him. he nods and they walk towards you.

"what? price...what are they doing?" you cry, your voice shaking and unstable out of fear. you watch as one walks behind you, the other two standing in front on either side. price walks away, pulling the cell door open and leaving.

"price? price! captain!" you yell, but no-one answers other than your screams that reverberate emptily off the cold, damp stone.

you wake to the sound of your cell door sliding open. it slams forcefully when it reaches the other side, which jolts you back into your senses. you blink away your exhaustion and look up at the dark figure that walks towards you. you try make out their face, and distinguish them as simon.

"simon...is that you?" you weakly mutter. your body was on the edge of breaking from the week-long physical and mental torture you had to endure.

he doesn't say anything and just walks towards you. his demeanor seemed calm and stoic but you knew what was about to happen. you took a deep breath to the best of your ability, your ribs hurting in the process, as you anticipated what he was going to do to you.

"listen, we've been a'this for a week now. you still refuse to tell us the truth. we've been too gentle with you. now, tell us the truth. or else i'll 'ave to resort to more...brutal ways." he stared at you, his gaze of pure rage that he managed to keep controlled.

"i'm innocent...i truly have nothing to say." you mumble, knowing it wasn't going to change anything.

suddenly, you feel the brute force of simon's fist against your cheek. you go limp at the pain of the punch, but you bite back tears.

"tell. me. the. truth." he demands, his voice becoming more stern and loud.

"i really don't have anything...i promise you the evidence against me are forged, and the accusations are false!" you whine, voice breaking.

another punch.

"i forgive you all for this...once you find out i'm truly innocent." you mumble with a sob in your voice, a warm, twitching smile on your face as tears brim in your eyes.

simon's eyes only narrow at you.

"i don't give a shit for whatever trickery you're pulling right now. i want the truth! so spit it out!" he demands again, just below a yell. you look away as you try contain your tears from the pain.

"i wont hesitate you batter you right now. i won't go easy like i did before, just a harsh hit here and there. tell the truth! the truth!" he yells this time, but you stay silent. your lip quivers as you try think of what to say, as you truly had no 'truth' to confess. you're not the traitor, you're innocent.

another hard blow hits your face, then another, and another. the abuse slowly turns into a result of his anger. simon had his denials, but the evidence changed his mind immediately. he was mad, infuriated that you betrayed the entire team, or at least, he thought.

"i'll forgive you, i promise." you choke under your breaking breath, trickles of blood running down from your nose and mouth.

"the truth!" he yells again before delivering another hit.

"i'll forgive you all...no matter what."

#cod #cod fics #i just love angsty guilty fics so much #angst #simon riley #ghost cod #task force 141 #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #captain john price #soap mactavish #cod hcs #reader insert #cod fanfic #betrayal #false accusations #call of duty #i am cringe but i am free

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submerged-into-clouds · 6 months

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I feel like right now is as good a time as any to drop a bunch of my mer Hound sketches I made for @montyuh

There was initially an ask on Monty's blog that made me think of Hound in the Little Mermaid setting, so on the second and last images you can see him holding a saved figure, and me giving him a pair of mech legs, respectively.

I need to hold myself back from going off on a rant of how this all would work and Hound staring longingly onto the shore, lol

#will I do more of these?#yeah probably #my brain latches onto random ideas with a deadly grip #and mer hound gives so many creative and angsty opportunities #can't just pass it by #tf g1 #maccadams #tf hound #merformers #sonne art #sonne rambles #i'm cringe but i'm free

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onyx-got-clowned · 1 month

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”somebody make me feel alive and shatter me” 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Me when this drawing takes me 46 MINUTES?! /pos i am apparently VERY fast when im drawing

song i was blasting and inspired this drawing as a whole⭐️

REBLOGS WOULD BE APPRECIATED OVER LIKES! ^^ /nf

#I always feel weird drawing sadder/angsty drawings #I feel like i can’t draw them well 😔#but in the end:#IM CRINGE AND I AM FREE!!🔥🔥🔥#onyx draws⭐️#lu legend #linkeduniverse legend #Linked universe legend #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse fanart #Lu legend fanart #Linked universe fanart #Spotify

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rainthespiritual · 1 year

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Omg for your pre-death Tate fanfic maybe you could do them as friends at childhood and they slowly drift apart and y/n sorta forgets about Tate but he thinks about her everyday and then she catches him doing cocaine or cutting himself in the school bathroom and y/n realises Tate needs support so she be's that for him and stuff

pt 1 , pt 2

PRE-DEATH TATE LANGDON FIC

Okay im kind of really proud of this fic ITS SO GOOD (or maybe I'm just delusional... anywaysss.)

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse , depression , suicide , and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNINGS : tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be and thats all... for now.

Summery: Y/n stumbles into the bathroom only to find old childhood friend Tate...

also sorry if formatting is shit I'm using my phone fml

You walk with your friends down the hall you've seen again and again, tuning them out almost completely like usual. They talk a lot of shit about people you don’t even know. And while gossip can be fun, they are just over the top with it. Every day, it seems they’ve found another thing to complain about.

"___ are you even listening? This is way serious!" you look towards them bags under your eyes they didn't even notice, they never ask or worry about you but expect all of that from you. It was extremely draining, and you often wondered why you still hung around them. But the fear of being alone was stronger than the need to be treated better. You didn’t have anyone else.

"oh no sorry, I was thinking about the project I have to do for Mrs.Ross. Hey, you guys go ahead of me I gotta head to the powder room real quick.." they try talking to you more but you manage to peel yourself away from them as fast as you can, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

You fall sitting on the floor releasing a sigh, glad you could now get a moment of peace and silence.

"___?" your eyes dart open hearing a familiar voice.. a familiar male voice.. in the girl's bathroom?

"Tate? what- what are you doing in here?" you look at him, slightly shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in what seemed like forever. But truthfully, it had only been a couple of years, well maybe more than that, but long enough for him to have grown. He looks less like a boy, and more like a man now.

"I mean, I should probably be asking you that.. this is the boys' bathroom." He smiles slightly and you notice he's sitting on the counter where the sinks are.

"oh, I- I must have come in the wrong one. I'm sorry.." you look at him again, noticing how much older he looks than when you last saw him. Well, you saw him in the halls and even smiled or waved at him slightly, but you never really talked to him.

"ahh, it's fine. No one else is here just me. I think everyone's in class or at least getting there. The bells are about to ring." he smiles again wiping his nose slightly sniffling it, and you wonder why. ‘Maybe it's allergies’ you think.

"What are you doing up there?" You ask, signaling to the way he's sitting.

"Well, this bathroom is the least used so no one comes in usually.." mumbling a bit he avoids the question, now nervously playing with his fingers.

"I didn't know that, that doesn't answer my question tho. why sit up here?" you stand going to where he is climbing up to sit next to him.

"well just normal stuff I guess." he looks at you slightly thinking a bit before pulling a pack of cigarettes out making you gulp slightly. The only cigarettes you had encountered had been your father's. You tried smoking one when you were 13 but you immediately regretted it vowing to never smoke one again.

"you want one?" he asks smirking slightly at you.

"Oh- no thanks I don't smoke." he laughs slightly putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"didn't think so." he inhales and puffs the smoke out and you wonder how he can do that without feeling completely ill.

"what does that even mean, I didn't think you smoked but you do so...." you fumble with your fingers slightly nervous around the now much older boy. The last time you talked to him he had to be 11. Maybe 12. It had been years, and you wondered why, why didn't we talk why did we stop being friends..

"well you look innocent, and like you've never touched anything ever." he laughs slightly, "could be wrong though." he continues smoking the cigarette, shaking the ashes from it into the sink. you assume so they can wash down.

"Well I've smoked once, I just absolutely hated it. mostly did it to spite my dad I guess" you admit, slightly watching him.

"How old were you? you always did hate that fucker. I remember us hiding his beers and shit so he wouldn't be able to find them, he'd get so mad." He states you both laugh slightly.

"I was thirteen? Maybe fourteen. somewhere around there. and I don't hate him, he's just overly annoying all the time."

he laughs slightly thinking the way you feel about the whole thing is cute.

His eyes look you over multiple times, he is clearly taking you in. He had seen you around since the last time you talked but not this full on. Only from afar, never up close. He enjoyed seeing the way you grew into the body he once knew, the face he knew. You looked so much older now it kind of made him sad, seeing how much time had gone by. It really made him think. He wished he had talked to you or atleast tried too, but seeing you with your new friends made him nervous. He never was one to fit in with the popular crowd so he avoided you. And now he deeply regrets it realizing how stupid he was.

"Well. If I'm remembering correctly you kind of did hate him. He was an asshole to you, don't know if that's still true but.. it's what I remember so." you sigh knowing he's partially correct.

"So you're just in here to smoke? or what. I mean you could do that after school or whatever." You ask slightly to change the subject but also because you just are genuinely curious.

"Well.." he starts but stops to think looking away fumbling with his pocket slightly and you can tell there's something inside. It seems to be a little tin but you can't be sure. "I just wanted to be alone I guess , away from the chaos that is a highschool hallway." he finishes putting his cigarette out and back in the box, you assume to finish later as you've learned from your dad. You both sit in silence for a bit and you realize how weird it is that you came to the same bathroom for the same reason, but there's also a slight comfort in the thought. Knowing you weren't the only one sick of all the noise was comforting because that meant you weren't that weird. Or at least you weren't the only weird one. Either way it made you feel a little better, and it made you wonder more and more why you let this sweet sarcastic boy go.

"That's why I came in here too, I just was.. Over it I guess. Done with being around other people.." you look away slightly avoiding his gaze, him staring at you so intensly made you nervous. Without hesitation he asks you something you don't expect.

"Do you like to be around me?" It's such a bold and forward question that you don't really expect from him. His tone is serious and you realise how much closer he is now, his eyes look into yours and you stare back. The silence says more to both of you than words ever could and it feels like forever almost, when in reality it was only like 30 seconds.

"I do yeah, I feel like you actually know me." He smiles at your words looking away for a moment taking it all in. His eyes meet yours again and he leans in closer. His eyes go to your lips and back to your eyes a couple times, and your eyes do the same.

"Excuse me is anyone in here?" Both your eyes widen slightly hearing a teacher opening the door slightly. Tate jumps off the sink now looking at the door then at you. He signals for you to hide in one of the toilet stalls, which you immediately do. You sit up on the toilet so your feet aren't seen through the slit at the bottom and you hear him start the sink. You think, 'probably to wash down the ashes'.

The teacher walks, his voice loud.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class Mister Langdon?" You cover your mouth trying to conceal your breathing, and you hope it works.

"I mean yeah but.. Y'know.." You can't see him but you assume he gestures towards the bathroom, and the teacher let's out a loud sigh.

"Uh huh, and any idea why the bathroom smells like smoke?" the teacher talks in a angry tone and you feel bad hoping he doesn't get into trouble.

"No idea sir, it smelled like that when I got here." The teacher sighs again almost like he doesn't believe him.

"Okay well come with me, I'll make sure you get to class on-time." you hear them walk out, and the door shut.

Still slightly frozen you stay for a moment but tense up when the door opens again.

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time." you take a sigh of relief realizing it's just Tate again. With that he walks out again saying something about how he got what he left in the bathroom.

You sigh in relief again kind of asking yourself what the hell just happened. It was weird seeing how affected you were from it all day. It was all you could think about in class, and at lunch. Even at home when you were laying in bed alone, it was weird seeing how one boy you knew so long ago could effect you now. You kind of enjoyed the feeling. The anticipation. You were excited to see him the next day, and you wondered what would happen.

'I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow..' you thought to yourself. I guess you just will.

#ahs #evan peters #ahs murder house #tate langdon fanfic #american horror story #i am cringe but i am free #Pre death tate langdon #i forgot to tag my post so i had to edit it whoops #tate langdon being an angsty king #tate is a baddie tbh #hope yall enjoy lmao #tate langdon series #tate langdon except hes not as big of a psycho as he is in ahs.. i promise #i edited it again but added a gif 😭😭😭#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you

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ladythot · 9 months

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Feeling soft and for once not having a goddamn boner when I think about fictional characters

#send angsty fuwa bullshit #I'm in the mood for cheesy stuff #cringe rqs and ooc requests come along together and shlipshlop inbox-chan 🙏🙏🙏🙏#I promise I will WRITE

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quirkle2 · 6 months

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Reigen opens his mouth. “... Are you okay, Mob?” he speaks, just above a whisper and incredibly solemn. He hears Serizawa stumble over something in the kitchen. Teruki keeps his fingers running along the shorter hairs just above Shigeo’s neck. His first instinct is to say yes. Yes, I’m fine. Yes, I just lost track of time. Yes, I just like the rain. Yes, there is nothing wrong with me. Yes. Yes. He doesn’t. He dips his head down, stares into the stitching of the couch, and he whispers, “I don’t know,” instead. Oddly, it feels like a victory and a loss all at once.

#qkwrites #i can be as stupid and angsty as i want w this bc this kid is 15. of course he'd be churning out cringe ass shit on the daily #im going to write this like a 15 year old wrote it bc technically a 15 year old Did write it. it's in his pov mostly #it's Going to be bad and cringe and stupid. bc idk how to write dramatic things without at least one asshole going ''14 year old core''

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draculagerard · 22 days

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What are some cringefail things that are like. rite of passage for middle and highschoolers

#like for example. emo poetry. cringe angsty fanart. weird ass fashion sense. etc etc #moose blabber

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seeyoudarling · 6 months

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This song kind of reminds me of Gojohime. I have a headcanon in which they have a private moment before he gets ready to fight Sukuna.

Especially the part of Kali Uchis

Can I get a kiss?

And can you make it last forever?

I said I'm 'bout to go to war

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

Can I get a kiss? (Can I)

And can you make it last forever? (Can you)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

(Uh, switch it up)“

If you switch up “I’m about to go to war” to you’re about to go to war” it would fit Uta’s POV

If we let the lyrics the way they are it would be Gojo asking for a kiss before going and I feel like he would be the one to break the Ice. Putting his forehead on hers and looking into her eyes. She has been focused on her ritual and is surprised to see him this vulnerable, even nervous about the fight. He has always had to bear the burden of the strongest. Now more than ever. Therefore he needs a person to only be Saturo, a person that grounds him. She tells him he’d come back to get more from her and kisses him 😌 After some time she feels a relieved sigh on her lips and can feel him relax a little before he breaks their kiss to grin from one ear to another. “Is that a promise then? I will get my kisses. You can’t deny, good looking guy, Gojo Saturo his kisses after all”, he says cockily.

But also the part

I said, okay, okay, okay, okidokie, my infatuation

Is translatin' to another form of what you call it? (Love)

Another headcanon of mine is that he always has had a crush on her when he was a teen. And I’m reading a lot into it but the song and the vibe really reminded me of them 🙈

Omg do I ship them because of the angst?! 🫣😵‍💫

#gojohime #gouta #五歌 #angsty ship?!#I’m delulu #I Know #sorry for the cringe #Spotify

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