#god im so fucking pathetic

[moncherellie]

(mutuals you didnt see this im still cool and mysterious) it's a crying over my ex kind of night

#god im so fucking pathetic #first love just... it never really stops i guess #its been a long time #but she was so good to me #cherry talk #tw sad and pathetic behavior on main #idk im just in my feels right now and tumblr is where i spill my shit out. my bad!

[ihaveab0y]

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#god im so fucking pathetic #i canr even rucking type right wtf ahahahaha #haha having a great time!/s #why did i ever talk tonight in the fucking first place #no one wanted u to mist! #so pathetic omg #vent #lmfao

[orchid3a]

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#📢- aria is talking #fuck #fuck fuck fuck #im gonna cry rm #god im so fucking pathetic #me n x (friends name) lost contact ages but it still hurts #i miss her #i miss what we were #i oh god #it was my fault #if only i #tw.vent #please ignore this im just emotional

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!

#perhaps i just enjoy pathetic men! #perhaps i relate to how he's treated! who's to say! #grabbing him and putting him on my trinket shelf #i'd listen to his poetry. i'd hate every fucking second but i Would listen <3 #look at him! Look! i want to perhaps toss him around in a sack! #there is a 3d model of him in my mind and im just. violently spinning him #my fav pillars: latter & toodaloo THANKS I LOVE THEM. #scribble salad #latter pillar #welcome home puppet show #ok its time to queue this and sleep. im seeing spiders #you know it's time to sleep when the trash bag strings turn into a tarantula! #god. latter. i love him and his too many stupid fucking limbs AGH HE'S SO PERFECT. #howdy's just a hater smh. and repressed as shit - i see him. he's not fooling Me....

[theriverbeyond]

thinking more about John and.... at the end of HtN when he was interogating Wake, she wanted him to say her name. "i'll be dammed if i pass up the chance to hear you speak the words" and "they're dead words, a human chain reaching back ten thousand years": Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity.

and then she asks him "how did they make you feel?" and of course, John deflects.

but that's Aotearoa's national anthem in te reo Māori. and as we learn in NtN, John is Maori. that's his anthem. how must have that felt, to John? to hear his own anthem claimed by someone descended from the people who left his earth to die?

#john gaius #awake remembrance of these valiant dead #im thinking abt this bc like #wake might have secrets we dont know abt so maybe she isnt a billionare descendent but like #god if i were john id be so fucking mad that this CHILD this infant this stupid baby has the guts to claim something she has #no context to understand #and of course after 10k years john YOU are the one doing colonialism please look in a mirror etc #john really is just so fucking fascinating #he says he doesnt care. he says it makes him feel sad (pathetic) bordering on funny but. john i dont believe you #john's anger is something we have only really seen once. but. yeah. #tlt thoughts #trb.txt #wake #ejg

[sorrelpaws]

the codependency is mutual btw pr*ship dni

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #i realize i draw a lot of angry morty pathetic rick so idk #not exactly an angry rick he just doesnt know how to deal with any complex emotions #hes like ok. bring it in buddy. and then considers his job done #im a sucker for mortys inevitable emotional outburst and like. obvs i want him to be angry and whateva #but then hed be like aw rick im sorry for yelling. aw man this sucks im kinda terrible for this. even tho hes completely justified #UGHHHHH THEYRE SO FUCKED UPPPPPPPP I HATE THEMMEMMMMMMM #added tha dni bcs god knows i cant draw these two hugging or whatever without a certain group of ppl misinterpreting it

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ????? #FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!! #soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

[frecklystars]

I fucking love Ryan Gosling in these Barbie interviews. Someone asked "hey what would Ken say in his bio on a dating app? what kind of person is he looking for?" and Ryan's like "uh... well before he even looks for a Type Of Person™, he's gotta be real up front that he's got no job... and no house... no real prospects of any sort, really, he just kinda sleeps on the beach, and -- you know what, he doesn't even have a phone? I... I don't know if he can even sign up for this app?" and Margot said "oh but he has abs. That should get him somewhere" and he said "no, no, I don't think he even has an email address, I don't think there's any way to contact him??"

and it's like three minutes of them talking about Ken not even having any pickup lines because his way of flirting isn't even flirting, it's him picking up something Barbie accidentally dropped (even though Barbie doesn't make mistakes) and saying "oh hey you dropped this 😳" and then offering it to Barbie and then when Barbie says thank you while making eye contact he's shaking and thinking "oh god what a perfect day Barbie looked at me" and then he'll ride that high the entire day. and the interviewer was like "but that isn't a pickup line" and Ryan said "no I don't... I don't think Ken does that, I think he just creates moments with Barbie and cherishes them" WHAT THE HELL SIR YOU'RE MAKING ME FALL FOR KEN EVEN MORE

#'the dude is homeless and unemployed basically. and has no phone' #'and he wouldnt even flirt he will pick up something you dropped and stare at you' #im already on my knees with a wedding ring in my hand #ken will you do the honor of being my malewife #my horsegirl boyfriend pathetic wet piece of paper of a malewife #i promise i'll make eye contact with you the entire time despite the obstacles my autistic ass trying to prevent me from doing so 😳 #love notes #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́- #the fucking way ryan is like. tired. sipping coffee and his voice is husky #bc he JUST FUCKING WOKE UP #nd theyre asking him these questions and hes politely like... ken would not do these things #every time someone asks him abt ken he's politely saying. oh. youre wrong FJDHGFKD #hes like. ken is the most loyal devoted motherfucker and his entire life is dedicated to Barbie #someone's like hey what's ken's favorite food and ryan is like ANYTHING BARBIE LIKES #i love the running joke in all these interviews that kens just huddle on the beach #margot jokes that they literally just go completely inert #while the barbies get beauty sleep the kens just stare into space completely immobile #and then snap out of it when the sun rises #i think thats more merciful than literally sleeping on the plastic pink sand #god i love these interviews im having a field day #ALSO in the beginning of the interview #margot was like 'wait why would barbie need to be on a dating app?' #and ryan's like 'HM. YEAH. WHY.' side glacing at her LKFDJJLSDFKJ #and he said 'ken picks up your phone you dropped and sees YOU'RE ON DATING APPS'

[thegirlivealwaysbeen]

i need to be held so bad right now

#im so touch starved and god it's so fucking pathetic #i want to cry in someones arms so bad #kaela.txt

[laesas]

Pathetic!Kimhan truthers rise up 💕

#baby-dom chay you are my confidante my best friend my silly rabbit. #for legal reasons this is a lightheated jokey post :') #but it is also what I do every time 💀 #I dont know if its because it orders them Chay/Kim on ao3 so when the dom/sub tag is there im like OH MY GOD YES FINALLY LETS FUCKING GO #rare dom-sub variations my beloved #alas.................. people look at kim and think ''hot.'' instead of ''sopping wet pathetic little meow meow'' #the power that d/s chay/kim has. #Kimhan 'needs to be in complete control' Theerapanyakul #utterly picked apart by Porchay 'broke down all of Kims careful defenses by accident' Kittisawadt #it just makes sense!!!!! #credit to tumblr user kinnbig for the meme #negative credit for being too much of a puthy to post it tho 🙏 #that said my wife does have significantly more followers than me to be angy in the inbox and she does not want that smoke💀 #I however needed this on my blog more than my peace and sanity #anyway sub!kim is my hill to die on #youre telling me you dont look at Kimhan Theerapanyakul and want him held down by the throat?? #you think he doesnt deserve to be pinned to a wall??? #thats like enrichment for him??? he loves it #its perfect. Kim finally doesnt have to be in control and Chay finally gets to!! its just such a neat exploration of trust!! #something something eroticising vulnerability after years of being forced to be stoic and invulnerable and emotionally cut off 💕 #the fandom can barely handle sub!Kim so let me stay completely silent on my sub!Vegas thesis....... but like...... 👀 #anyway!! babygirlify that man #put that man on his knees agenda 💕

[mildmayfoxe]

i busted my ass the last two days at work to get three wholesale orders going out today finished even though it’s NOT my job (& in fact to detriment of my actual job) because neither of the two people responsible started them over the weekend (like they should have) or even as far as i know realized they existed & neither of them said anything to me about it in either thanks or apology when i came in today, the first time i’ve seen them this week. lmao. ok! see if i pick up your slack again!

#i mean i will because apparently it won’t get done if i don’t do it #this is so fucking embarrassing like you’re THE OWNER OF THIS BUSINESS and you can’t pay attention to your wholesale orders? pathetic. #i’m so livid. it’s so stupid like what did i think was going to happen. no one cares #and i’m good at my job & it’s such a small team they take my extra work for granted #god whatever. #chatpost #work tag #SORRYYYYYY IM IN A BAD MOOD!!!

[dj-wayback]

Great to see you again NWB!!!! Here's a doodle I made as a welcome back present!!!

A welcome back present, that’s so nice! Thank you lots!!!

#i’ve been so normal about this image ever since you sent it to me. I lied i kept just staring at it #UWAUGHHHH HUWAHHHHHH BURSTS INTO TEARS ON THE SPOT UWAAAEEUUEEEUE UEUEE #FAUX ART???? tumblr user fauxbia art? from tumblr? The Fauxbia!!? for me ?!?!?!?? my little guy?? #FOR ME????? !??!?!?!?!?!?! UEUEEEE UEEUE #my day was already good but this just made it ten billion times better oh my god #i literally love this so much it’s so fucking amazing (through tears) I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH UEEE UEUEEHGG #i fucking love the pose i love that he’s doing his signature peace sign i love how you drew the cloth folds i love all the little details #i’m obsessed with the glow and the lighting you have such a pretty style of shading Im Literally Exploding #me?? for me??? this? for me this are you sure? for me #flops on the ground pathetically like a fish out of land #nobody look at me i need to go stare at this some more #is for me tag #no way back is here

[nyanspirals]

????? I DONT SEND PEOPLE ANON HATE IM AN ADULT IF I HAVE BEEF WITH THEM ILL SAY IT TO THEIR FACE YOU WERE MY FRIEND FOR MONTHS YOU KNOW I DONT SEND PEOPLE ANON HATE ESPECIALLY NOT ANON HATE WITH THAT LEVEL OF CRUELTY

#neon.txt #oh my god??????????? #oh my god i am so mad dude YORUE the one who wont leave mw the ruck alone i havemt looked or interacted with any of your accounts since #fucking november!!! you paranoid freak fuck you!!!!! #holy shit accusing me of shit you dont even have PROOF OF im so mad im so mad im so mad #i am not like you!!!! i am not cruel enough to send you those kinds of messages youre so!!! absolutely pathetic!!!!!! #'the timing is so coincidental'??? timing of WHAT dude i havent interacted with you in months i avoid you every chance i get!!! #YOURE!!!! UNBELIEVABLE GOD #ill delete this i know ill delete this i just ugh ugh ugh ugh #ME REMEMBERING HOW I WAS KIND WHEN I SHOULDVE SAID WHO TF DO YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TO #YOU SPENT 3 YEARS ACCUSING ME OF THINGS I NEVER DID BECAUSE YOU JUST ASSUMED IT WAS ME DIDNT YOU LEARN ANYTHING!!!!

[hecksupremechips]

The fact that Junpei proposed to Akane in ztd just baffles me every time I think about it like. He doesn’t know anything about her. They were friends for, what? A year? When they were kids. And Junpei never even knew she was an orphan or that she had a brother. Given just how important Aoi is to Akane and the massive role he played in her life, it’s very telling that Junpei doesn’t know about him. He also doesn’t seem too interested in Akane as a person. He only likes the idea of her, of sharing a bed or taking a shower together, but when she actually starts talking about her interests such as the titanic, he thinks she’s talking nonsense and only plays along when he doesn’t know what else to say. He also has this image of her as a damsel in distress (partially because Akane puts up an innocent persona to avoid suspicion) and he wants to play an action hero who protects her from seeing the scary dead body, completely oblivious to the fact that she put them there, that she wants that bastard dead. And how much does he come to terms with the truth after the nonary game? He feels betrayal, resentment, but he still proposes to her. He still spends his life chasing after her. He still puts himself and quark in a potentially dangerous situation in order to see her again. Junpei doesn’t have his shit together at all, he refuses to accept that the girl he liked as a kid isn’t perfect and has changed, has changed without him

#zero escape #junpei tenmyouji #my god this man. he really needs to get standards🙄 #im very conflicted about the choice to have him propose to akane cuz like on one hand #it really emphasizes just how not well adjusted junpei is and it sets the stage for how he is in vlr #and like i wouldnt want him to have his shit together in ztd in regards to akane he doesnt move on until after vlr #at least in that specific timeline anyway #but on the other hand the game just does suuuch a bad job with the proposal like its treated as cute #when it really fucking isnt its absolutely pathetic that junpei wants to propose to her after everything thats happened #and in general the scene where they get engaged just fucking sucks lol its so weird #i hate it so much goddddd i am not cheering when they get engaged i am seething with rage #cuz theyre ruining their lives cuz they dont fucking love each other or know each other!!! RAWRRRR #oh junpei you fucked up little man just let me. hold your hand 😩

[beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff]

getting gender envy from someone My Own Gender really is an experience

#guys do NOT become aware of the fact you're not cis like dont do it ever this is NOT FOR THE WEAK #I AM THE WEAK. #im gonna die im like what the fuck #charli xcx is literally a woman why am i going 'god i wish i was a woman' I AM A WOMAN #i get it tho its like #the desire to want to be a woman does that make sense #god i need a sideblog #radiohead save me #theyre one of about 2 bands that makes actually good sad music like dont whip out the fucking #julien baker or something im sorry I hate her #when yiurw saying 'oh this is so sad' like im looking for MUSIC not just someone going 'i wanna kill myself' over an acoustic guitar getting #strummed in the most pathetic BORING way known to man like jesus fucking christ can we.make MUSIC a thing again omfggg #blah blah! #not 75 stuff

[sophiethewitch1]

in my hater era

#sophie speaks #tw vent #like. what. what??? #i do try not to upset anyone with trauma dumping or whatever but sometimes that bites me in the ass because people assume I'm not strugglin #struggling hugely #had one of my most violent meltdowns ever recently and it was after pushing myself to do something #and you know. thats on me #but saying like #im NOT trying?? #i dont want to start any problems but oh my GOD what do you think being sick constantly does to a person #what??? #trying to be a proper adult here but i am quite upset #idk how are you supposed to deal with shit like this #express this has upset you and that you are having a hard time #but then they dont believe you?? #trauma dump it is. hope you enjoy my psychiatrists notes #like im level 2 support needs autistic. i need a little fucking leeway or i genuinely try to kill myself #i KNOW its pathetic i KNOW its weak but my number one priority is keep myself alive #im so tired #ive been suicidal for like 7 years now #my life sucks so incredibly hard and I'm in constant pain and that just #it doesnt make me willing to deal with this shit #cripplepunk core lmao #cripple and im going to kill you #this is just geniunely upsetting #i feel like i need a good cry #i really am so tired #i feel like i just dont want to do this #why am i paying for this? why am i doing this? #if im not enjoying this why the fuck would i do it