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beanie-twink · 10 months
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Does it ever drive you crazy
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Just how fast the night changes?
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dykeseinfeld · 8 months
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next time you feel depressed try to remember that for almost every animal species that we know about there is probably at least one person who has dedicated decades of their life to its study. what a magical world we live in.
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nvirskies · 3 months
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sometimes i hate how my brain works like STOP BEING SO EMO LET ME BE SILLY AND FROLIC (i am jumping on the clarisse angst train)
idea stolen from @star-girl69 partially you might all hate me
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deathdisc · 7 months
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I know Betty was sucked through a time portal to Ooo, which permanently altered the timeline. But up until that point, Betty probably spent her last moments alive feeling completely alone and that breaks my heart into a million pieces.
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genderbent jegulus because i want what they have
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there’s also so many other dynamics here besides grumpy x sunshine but the words looks fun so
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bisexualalienss · 2 years
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Let’s make sure roswell goes out with a bang not a whimper 😌
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bizarreandjarring · 1 year
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harrier if you didn’t want this to be romantic why did you wear your most boobylicious shirt ???
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revitalizationrat · 2 months
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That feeling when your anxiety is so bad, you literally can't eat anything
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(Remember to eat pls, even small amount, but something. Be strong for those dear to you)
This is a sort of side comic to Crusade of a lonely turtle..I seriously forgot about it haha,
I was thinking that maybe I could draw some short side stories like this, that take place somewhere in the COALT universe, but don't really fit in the main storyline
Anyway, if it happens, I'll tag them as #coalt stories
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starry-bi-sky · 28 days
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my body's aching like a knock-down drag-out
and my poor heart is an open wound A Childhood Friends Au snippet that very briefly delves into Danny's life post-accident. CW: Mild Mentions of Blood, Violence, VERY mild gore ig. Danny briefly recalls getting impaled during a fight.
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What they don't tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it can hurt. That it can hurt more than when you were alive. That when you die, the emotions you die with stick with you like a leech that just won't let go. That emotions are ugly little thorns that stick their barbs into you and grow beneath your skin; or, at least, whatever’s left of it. 
Danny is familiar with anger. It kept him warm in Gotham, when his parents weren't home from work and he and Jason were crowding Crime Alley with their presence. It kept him warm in Amity, when the fresh sting of moving was still needling into his heart and he wanted nothing more than to rip and tear into the closest person next to him.
He's familiar with violence. With fights. With death. He's seen people die in Crime Alley probably every day. From overdose, from gunshots, from stab wounds; anything that can kill, rest assured he's seen it. He's familiar with getting his own knuckles rough and bloody when other kids turn and bare their teeth at him and Jason; they're all just starving dogs stuck in a fighting pit, primed and ready to rip out each other's throats. 
Black eyes, stomped hands, bloody noses. You name it; he’s had it. Gotham is paved with the blood of her children, and Danny likes to imagine that when he was born, the doctors handed his mother a file and told her; “Take it. He’s going to need it for his teeth.” 
Danny’s mom (and dad, for that matter) was too busy trying to keep him and Jazz fed, so Danny stole the file from her drawer with Jazz’s help, and did it himself.  
He’s familiar with anger, he thought he was getting better at it these days. It doesn’t come to him as easily as it did before. Of course, that was before Jason died. 
Danny is less familiar with grief. Caring kills and Gotham kills the caring, so Danny cares very little about other people. Or he tries to. But grief hurts. His grief hurts. It hurts too much. It hurts like a bug trying to crawl out of his chest; like a rat chewing a hole through his heart. Some days he wants to dig his hands into his hair and split himself down the middle. Some days he just wants to scream. 
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. 
He wants the whole city to hear him wailing, some days. It sticks itself in the back of his throat like bile, and Danny is one wrong retch away from letting it loose. It sticks in his lungs like all the tar he’s smoked in since he was nine. It pushes and aches at his temples, in his head, like his brain is trying to swell out of his skull. His thoughts becoming so loud they threaten to commandeer his tongue.  
He has no mouth, but he must scream. 
Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it hurts. That it hurts more than when you were alive. Something they don’t tell you about being dead is that it’s violent. That it’s bloody. Or as bloody as it can be when everyone has no blood. 
Another thing they don’t tell you about being dead, is that it’s a lot like Gotham that way.
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies forget death itself. Blood comes easy, like water, and teeth are encouraged. Bring your own fangs to the fight. Dying is something you can just walk off. 
Danny’s been dead for three months. He can’t say he’s been walking it off easy. He’s perfected the art of turning his nails into claws since his heart was still beating, but he can’t say he’s perfected fighting other ghosts. 
Scrappy is just not enough. 
He feels like he’s back in Gotham again. Back in her death-shroud alleyways, fighting someone bigger than him. But there’s no Jason to watch his back, and Danny has to get himself out of there alone. Or he might just not get up at all. 
Black eyes, busted lips. It’s familiar to him like an old scent, Danny isn’t quite sure that he’s missed it. It’s more familiar than his fights with Dash. 
But there’s no one else who can do it but him. Not Sam, not Tucker. He can’t lose them too. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His heart can’t take another break, he already feels like he’s going insane. 
With no threat of death, Danny’s enemies fight like death themself. He learns why when Technus puts a street sign through his stomach one day. It pins him to the asphalt like a moth pinned by its wings. 
Danny claws at the metal like how an animal caught in a trap chews off its leg, and every move is blinding pain. He thinks he was howling, but it’s hard to tell. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his voice. 
He bleeds green. It mixes in black with the pitch blackhole in his heart, which throbs and twists and cries in time with his reckless panic. The finger-choking terror of dying again strangles out the air he doesn’t need. His blood evaporates, only to reabsorb into him. It just bleeds out again, cycling like a snake eating its own tail. 
Danny breaks his nails clawing at the metal, and eventually gets it in his mind to pull it out. So he does, and the end drips ectoplasm green as he gets to his feet. In red-vision, Danny sends the sign back with snarling, vicious fervor. The pain is irrelevant in his rage.
Only after the fight does the hole the pole left start to close. Danny doesn’t shift human until it’s gone. Unlike other injuries, a scar stays behind. Ugly; mottled, it aches for a week with every twist and stretch his body makes. He hates it. 
Being dead is agony. 
Every part of him is in pain. Every step, every word he speaks, everything he does, it is prerequisite with pain. The body is temporary, but the soul is forever, and death has carved into it with its freezing green hands and left him with never-ending heartache. It has torn from him and stolen what of him it could, and in return it’s left him with sorrow. 
His pain is his grief, and he’s sobbed in the safety of his room more times than he can count. It’s still as fresh as the day he heard the news of Jason’s death. He knows, instinctively, that it will stay fresh forever. 
In his room, Danny shoves his hands over his mouth and shrieks in whatever, muffled way he can into his pillow. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. He needs to be louder. He needs to be heard. He refuses to be. 
Being dead hurts. 
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artkiving · 2 months
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Little Megumi takes Gojo's picture on his Graduation day, (2008)
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"They only had each other." 🩷
please zoom in for better quality and close-up details like satoru's yellow socks with hearts on them and megumi's pink Nike shoes (I spent an awful amount of time on them😭) I'm still new at drawing backgrounds but I like how this turned out.
(Reference below) Reblogs and Shares always appreciated! thank you💕
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virtualmc · 3 months
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Someone give these children a hug and some hot chocolate, they've been through a lot.
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Here is the first sketch and another version because lighting is difficult <3
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(Currently depressed and sleep deprived haha...)
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emlovessid · 3 months
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@jegulus-microfic february 4, old, 139 words
“Do you ever feel old?” Regulus asks one morning, tucked under James’ arm in bed.
James looks up from the Daily Prophet open on his lap to look at his husband, “Not often. Though if I think about the fact that Harry is going to be a teenager this year, I might send myself into a spiral.”
Regulus groans, “Merlin, don’t remind me.”
“Why? Are you feeling old?”
“Hm, not old. Just, older than I ever thought I’d be,” Regulus says quietly. “Back when we were at school and we first got together, I never could have imagined that I’d make it through the war, let alone that we’d make it to the point that we’re about to have a teenager on our hands.”
Lips pressed against Regulus’ forehead, James whispers, “Me either. But I’m so glad we did.”
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hamartia-grander · 1 month
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Karlach really fucking wanted to leave??????
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chloecherrysip · 1 year
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"I hope you told your brother how much you loved him, because you're probably never gonna see him again."
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"Was that too dark?"
"YES!"
"Sorry."
#mario movie#mario move spoilers#super mario bros movie#super mario bros#mario and luigi#super mario bros movie spoilers#cherrysip edits#i was gonna make a different gifset today but then i found that new trailer and WELL HERE WE ARE lol#TOAD SERIOUSLY CAN YOU READ THE ROOM HERE???????????#first time in the town was kinda funny second time was genuinely a bit upsetting to the point that i gasped when i heard the dialogue#mario would prefer you Do Not Say Things Like That!!!!!!!#he is no way shape or form emotionally prepared to grapple with the idea of his brother being dead or never being able to find him#that would end him. that would destroy him. he would truly not know how to go on. so that is just firmly Not a Possibility in his brain#(and now i made myself REALLY sad thinking about mario remembering this conversation a little later and wondering#when WAS the last time he told luigi he loved him????? he can't remember. he loves his brother more than anything and anyone#but he hasn't said it outloud in so long and the realization of that is extremely painful. there's some more angst for you!!!)#anyway this is just a compilation of all the significant scenes where mario and luigi are actually together we've seen so far and I CRY#also the brand-new one of them running through town!!! omg it's perfect#with mario doing unnecessary parkour and luigi just diligently jogging along on the outside and avoiding the mess#the characterization even in the tiniest moments like this is truly CHEF'S KISS#will be working on more gifsets because my brain just needs to stare at all this until the movie comes out lololol
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brennan-lee-mother · 1 month
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She stuck to her guns and they killed her.
Do you think she suspected anything, did she confront them? Or did she go into that forest believing herself safe because she was with her party?
Did a conflict get out of hand or did they enter that meadow knowing they would kill her?
Did the rats try to help her like she had them? Did they try to bring her back like they’d seen her do so many times, not understanding why she wouldn’t wake?
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yonpote · 4 months
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its not very often that i feel like a content creator has a genuine love for their audience tbh. but that is what i feel from dan and phil now. i feel loved for real.
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