#listen im emotional

[lesbaurinkos]

pigeons mate for life

#thinking about steve and scraggy on this fine tuesday lads… i miss them i hope they’re doing well out there #(head in my hands) guys. pigeons literally mate for life. #this was just a warmup cause i wanted to draw some birds and now ive made myself emotional about the state of it all HOPE THAT HELPS! #anyhow hope everyone else is doing well today. im listening to my suitemate argue with her bf on the phone. save me dip and pip. #dan and phil #dnp #phanart #AND OF COURSE. TO RECLAIM OUR FORMER GLORY #phan

[kitamars]

you did well

#trigun maximum spoilers #trimax spoilers #LISTEN. HE MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL I CAN’T HANDLE IT #let him have some comfort im begging #he deserves it all #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #rem saverem #maybe some #vashwood #? idk #trigun #trigun maximum #ok bye

[suntails]

the weight of family and the pull of gravity

#those are song lyrics listen im running out of dramatic one liners to use as captions HGFJKD #i like the DRAMA!! the DEVASTATION!!!! if it doesnt feel fitting to the emotional weight i feel then i will DISINTEGRATE ON THE SPOT #the pic looks more saturated as i post it than it does in photoshop so hmmmgh not sure how the balance will be? c'est la vie it's j for me #u can rip those fuckign birds from my cold dead hands. i wont give them up. sleepie made fun of me for my bird motifs BUT I LIKE THEM #I NEEDED THEM FOR THE COMP IT GGRGAGAHAHHH #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #silver vanrouge #twst spoilers #ch 7 spoilers #oh yea i wanna make an animatic to that song once ch7 is done. maybe.. i fucking HATE making animatics but its SOOOOO SILVER #blame lettie its her fault #suntails

[edsbacktattoo]

one of my favourite things about season 2 is 'you wear fine things well' 2.0. like that phrase means so much to us, the super sexy audience, so knowing that it means a lot to Ed AND Stede as well?? oh my god. it means enough to the both of them that when Ed says it, Stede immediately knows what he's getting at. like sure he's saying 'you wear fine things well' with his big baby cow eyes and his little kitty cat collar but what he means is, 'this was the moment i fell in love with you. and now i'm saying it back.' and they put that in the tv show that we, the super sexy audience, watched. fucking cinema.

#does this post make sense #sorry it's nine pm and i've just finished a coffee and im listening to fiona apple so you can imagine the high that i am riding #i also just finished writing the tolling bells so i'm an emotional wreck #i'm wallowing in my feelings this evening like a pig in mud #ouuuughghggh ofmd save me. save me ofmd. #ofmd #oh we thinkin?

[not-equippedforthis]

holmes and watson as the sun and moon respectively because holmes is a burning, eccentric force of nature who collapses like a dying star when his mind seizes him, because watson is a solid rock who provides the stone for holmes to lean against and reflects his light by documenting the cases and righting holmes' thought process and scattered bearings. holmes as the light that comes back into watson's life after he's been stripped of hope and forced to wander around london's dark streets without any friends or familiar faces to support him. watson as the calm, ever-present soldier who is capable of burning with equal intensity but is often underestimated in his power because he isnt as outwardly flashy as the sun. holmes as the sun because he does everything with passion, with an inward intensity, watson as the moon because he has the same power but with softer lights, not blinding but glowing, calming. holmes and watson as the sun and moon because they will always be said in conjugation with each other. they belong as one. holmes as the sun because he is the light and watson as the moon is his conductor of light. holmes as the burning sun and watson as the shining moon- do you. do you understand.

#i was listening to o sol e a lua and started thinking about them again #not equipped for rambling #sherlock holmes #acd holmes #john watson #acd watson #granada holmes #does this count as meta #im sick and emotional

[natjennie]

i am so fucking glad cap can just be gay now. like it isnt a question, there isnt a moment of hesitation, it isn't covered up. he just is. and the he that he is is gay. like in previous seasons, that "lets not be too hasty" might have still happened, but the ghosts would make a face. and cap would clear his throat and deflect and bloviate like "by which I mean, of course, that I'm very interested. ahem. in the upcoming weather, and- well, eaughghg" but now he just gets to. find a man attractive. and say it. and no one bats an eye. I'm just so proud of him. and so glad he has that.

like, I can imagine the look on his face when button house holds a pride meetup and everyone is sitting around talking about their experiences and just. casually being queer and existing together. and he can just sit in one of the plastic chairs and listen and close his eyes and pretend for a moment that he is part of that community. yknow what i mean.

#i just want him to be able to sit and listen to queer experiences and see queer people #being openly and casually intimate and it being normal #like that would heal him so right #i know it #bbc ghosts #anyway im so glad they gave him that moment. #i know its a dick joke i know but i think its emotional. #ghost5 #ghosts s5 #ghosts spoilers #the captain

[xoalsox]

taemin doing jonghyun's adlib in sherlock (originally in clue)

#oh he is amazinggggg god this is SOOOOOOOOOOOOO crazy i cant stop replaying it #honestly have no words i just feel so many different emotions seeing them perform this version #there are so many comparisons to previous shinee world concerts like with the outfits and everything but omg there was one w this clip #right next to the video of jonghyun doing this high note in sw4....i felt goosebumps im telling u!!!!!!!! #anyway. my shinee 5 right by my side...i love u forever im tearing up as we speak #taemin #shinee #btw to whoever is reading this. please go listen to CLUE by korean contemporary band shinee....it is life changing im telling u

[fallenstarzz]

So when Neil Josten wants to keep a binder full of news clippings and pictures as a shrine to Kevin Day in a way to hold on to a good but tainted memory of his childhood and a life he can never have, no one complains. But when I, Riko Moriyama-

#listen i did not lie to you when I said im always thinking about the shrine room 24/7 #but yeah. you guys rememberer how Neil made sure his emotional support binder would be kept safe in New York while he was at the Nest #and then saw Riko's room and was like “wow what a creep why would he do that” #mr josten the call is coming from inside the house im afraid #riko moriyama #neil josten #kevin day

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

#witch hat tag #orufrey #these kinda suck lol i feel like i cant draw right now *irritated sigh* BUT I FEEL EMOTIONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #if you are gay go watch good omens season 2 right now. NO YOU DONT KNOW THO!!!!!!!!! #i know being this affected by good omens is probably cringe. I dont care any more. the last 1 minute of good omens season 2 was #some of the most affecting acting i've ever seen in my life. sometimes someone acts with the force as if their entire career led to that #like during the credits part the very end im not even talking about before that. holy god #aziraphale i know everything about you. i know what you are feeling right now. i can see everything on your face. we're going to make it #ER.... NOT THAT THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS POST. IT'S NOT SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!!!! #I JUST FEEL THOROUGHLY CHANGED !!!!!!!!!!! SHIT GETS REAL FROM NOW ON.. LIKE IN GENERAL! IN MY LIFE! #tormented gay love tormented gay love TORMENTED GAY LOVE TORMENTED GAY LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #btw the first 3 images were drawn earlier with an entirely different feeling and an entirely different mood. #Why do you keep pulling away from me? #It is because i love you that i do this #the lyrics from one of my japanese orufrey songs (A SONG THAT THE CREATOR LISTENS TO!!!!) led to feelings #“あなたが知らない私を残さず見ててほしいの” but i'm not translating it cause it just sounds weird. if with his eyes oru's asking “WHY don't you want #to let me in? to see all of you?“ those lyrics are like ”I actually want you to see every last bit of the parts of me you don't know“ #oru you have no idea how much i want to lay bare my whole soul for you #maybe it's an alternate version of chapter 40. to me #i need to draw something really fucking good or i'm not going to forgive myself. i will not rest in this life #until i have made the orufrey that fully satisfies me nor until i have seen what the manga is leading to #NO STORY MEANS ANYTHING WITHOUT TORMENTED GAY LOVE AT THE HEART OF IT. THATS THE HEART OF THIS WORLD!!!!! #........... so Hi im normal :) haha *goes and finally makes breakfast*

[fyncherly]

I should have put this on the piece before, but lowkey spoiler for The Suckening episode 11!

Okay HERE YOU GO HERE IS BLOODIED VERSION:

it took so long because i'm dumb and had to draw a whole new piece and then realized how do blood work and then i had more ideas and just someone put me down

and an unbloodied version because idk i feel like it got muddy and i drew those hands without ref okay

and then a lil one page comic because guys i am so excited/terrified to see Emizel try to act like Shilo he's so screwed

sorry i was not in the mental space to draw That Guy so he is just silhouette i've been drawing for hours everyday guys i'm going to go drink water

#jrwi the suckening #the suckening #the suckening fanart #emizel tucker #jrwi #my art #fyncherlyart #shilo bathroy #jrwi shilo #jrwi emizel #and finally #to that person who reblogged with “cumpire” that dealt some serious psychic damage thank you the emotional limbo my soul was eviscerated in #got excited #and read that was insane i'm still lost in it #like i had a moment of #“in the words of emizel: im gonna kill myself” #listen it was a good joke #a great joke even

[chronicowboy]

The ambulance carrying Chimney trundles away, and Hen retreats to where Buck and Eddie are huddled for a breather. She gives Eddie a light tap on the back as she joins them, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders in what she assumes is half reassurance and half leverage to keep himself upright.

Honestly, Hen is just impressed he's still standing. Its been one hell of a day.

"How'd he look?" Buck asks, face locked tight into careful neutrality.

"Well, he was cracking jokes with Julie." Hen smiles shakily, the feel of her best friend's blood on her hands making her skin itch.

"He'll be okay," Eddie tells them both, quiet conviction in his voice. "He's got too much to live for."

Hen watches the look Buck and Eddie share with curiousity. Its a loaded look full of unspoken words Hen could never hope to understand. But then Buck nods, his shoulders lose just the slightest bit of tension, and he turns back to the rubble.

"We've got more work to do," he says gravely. His eyes flicker to Eddie's hand where its pressed against his ribs. "You can sit this one out, Eds. I really think you should."

"We need all the help we can get, Buck." Eddie shakes his head and pushes off Hen to steady himself. "I'll take frequent breaks, but I'm not stopping until I have to."

Buck clenches his jaw, but before he can protest their radios crackle to life.

"Firefighter Diaz, do you copy?"

"Linda?" Eddie frowns, and Hen feels a sickening stone of dread drop right through her stomach.

"Eddie." Linda's voice wobbles, and Hen's chest tightens. "Eddie, I'm so sorry. I just got a call from Christopher."

For a moment, the scene goes deathly silent. Hen can only hold her breath and remember the way the world had dropped out from under her when she'd got the call about Karen's lab.

"W-what?" Eddie croaks, eyes wide and unfocused.

Hen reaches out to grab Eddie's hand, glances to see where Buck's comfort is, always the first one to be at Eddie's side. She knows its a mistake the moment she looks at him. Captain Buck has vanished, replaced instead by the sodden, dirty, bloodied Buck they'd found in the aftermath of a tsunami. Tiny, shaking, frozen with fear.

"Christopher was under the bridge when it collapsed," Linda carries on, words trembling. "He's stuck in there."

"Is he-" Eddie chokes back a sob, chest heaving with his breaths, and rolls his eyes up skywards. "Is he still on the line?"

"Yeah, do you want to talk to him?"

"Please," Eddie rasps.

But before Linda can patch him through, there's an almighty grumble like the earth itself is growling and another section of the bridge collapses in on itself.

Hen throws her arms out on instinct, unwilling to lose anymore of her team to this goddamned bridge, but its useless. Eddie's too weak with pain and shock to do much more than nudge her, and Buck's still frozen in place. But Eddie's scream. Well, that's not something Hen will ever be able to forget.

She'd thought the way he screamed Buck's name on the ladder had been bad. But now Eddie's half hunched over as he screams his lungs out, a thing so primal that Christopher's name is almost unrecognisable where it falls from his lips. Hen feels his grief all the way down to her bones as she catches Eddie before his buckling knees can hit the floor.

He's heavy, too heavy for her aching arms, and she looks to Buck for help only to find an empty spot.

"Please," Eddie whispers over and over, voice wet and raw.

Hen follows his gaze and finds Buck at the fresh wall of rubble, tearing chunks of debris away with nothing more than his bear hands. She blinks, expecting to find herself in darkness and soaked to the bone by rain, but Buck is screaming Christopher's name not Eddie's.

Hen lowers Eddie to the floor, propping him up against the car and making sure he has a clear view of Buck's frantic work. She turns just in time to watch Buck bark orders at a group of gathered firefighters, but then he's right back to scrabbling through the rubble and screaming his lungs out.

"Linda," Hen murmurs into her radio, "is Chris still with you?"

There's a pause. Too long. Hen squeezes her eyes shut tight.

"T-the call hasn't ended, but..." A deep breath. "He's not answering me."

Hen curses quietly to herself, sends a prayer up to a god she doesn't believe in, then turns back to Eddie, his eyes still fixed on Buck with something desperate and pleading. Her eyes drop, unable to stomach the expression of pure anguish on his face, and she finds Eddie's gloved hand wrapped around his St Christopher medallion.

She wants to promise him that Christopher will be okay, wants to promise him that he'll make it out the other side, wants to make a hundred promises that she absolutely shouldn't. But Hen loses her own voice when she thinks about how she'd react if it was Denny under tonnes and tonnes of bridge.

The next thing she knows, Buck is calling out for a gurney with a hoarse voice and diving into a hole in the wall of rubble. Hen wonders if he realises he doesn't have a helmet on or if he just doesn't care. She watches the small opening with baited breath, gripping Eddie's hand as tight as she can possibly manage.

Its a long five minutes before Buck emerges from the hole with a dust-covered body in his arms. The sob that bubbles out of Eddie is almost as haunting as his scream. Buck cradles Christopher against his chest like he's the most precious thing in the world as he picks his way through the chaos towards them. Sooner than Hen can comprehend, Buck is falling to his knees by Eddie's side, his own eyes glassy with tears.

"Hey, buddy," Buck chokes out, "told you I'd get you to dad."

"Chris," Eddie sobs, reaching out for him. Buck doesn't miss a beat, manoeuvring himself and Chris closer so that Eddie can hold his son without aggravating his injuries. "Hey, Chris. Hey, I'm here."

"Dad?" Chris mumbles weakly, but for the smile that breaks across Eddie's face you'd think it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Yeah, mijo, I'm here." Eddie shakes a glove off to brush the curls off of Christopher's forehead, and Hen waves the paramedics with the gurney over. "I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

Hen makes the mistake of looking at Buck again, and her eyes fill with sharp tears at what she finds. Buck, the gentle giant, cradling Christopher with the most care in the world, and looking down at father and son like they're the reason he's still breathing, his heart is still beating. Buck watching Eddie murmur reassurances to Christopher like he's just found faith for the first time in his life, like a resurrection, like this is why he came back from the dead.

The gurney breaks them from the moment, and Hen helps Eddie to his feet as Buck lays Christopher down. Eddie takes his hand the moment he's upright and he's staggering along with them to the ambulance before he's even steady on his feet.

Hen watches them roll Christopher into the rig, watches Eddie climb in after him, watches as Eddie turns to catch Buck's eyes just before the doors close between them. Hen doesn't have to know Buck and Eddie's secret language to know that that look meant thank you. She turns to Buck, a few steps in front of her, suddenly looking lost in all the debris. When she lays a hand on his shoulder, he clears his throat and sniffles before composing himself.

"Back to work," he mutters and then he's off again.

Hen hears her own voice echoed in her head: are you capable of being a father and walking away?

#sami rambles #im sorry im so sorry i dont know what this is #it possessed me like a demon #highly recommend listening to carry you as u read it for full emotional devastation #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 spec #christopher diaz #hen wilson #henrietta wilson #buck and christopher #buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 ficlet #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie ficlet #buck x eddie fic #911 speculation #911 spec fic

[crunchchute]

Sam and Max if they were cool /j

#sam and max #crunchchute art #my art #somehow this shitposty art piece made me emotional while drawing #i miss highschool and my friends and just going on school trips and stuff listening to shitty scene music like botdf #and playing the songs on a phone close to our ears or sharing an earbud on the bus #and being fucking cringy and shit man i wish i experienced more of that #perhaps i wasted my teen years on stress and worrying so im dressing like this now to make up for it #i know you wont see this D and im sorry i was being awful to you sometimes but i liked teasing you as if you were my sibling #i really miss those times. and i know i could always reach out to you but you moved on and im still stuck so i wont. but im thinking about #you from time to time! and the little fun we had back in hs. i really felt like i could be myself when hanging out with you #and i thought about you making this piece. me as max u as sam that would fit lmao #<- hes getting sappy missing the idea of his friends 10 years ago that only exists in memories now because everyone except him grew up

[witchspeka]

It's always "Shou and Ritsu need to blow stuff up with their minds for mental health reasons" or Ritsu and Teru or even Shou and Teru!

But what about Mob? When does he get to blow stuff up with his mind for funsies? For shits and giggles? He didn't go through all of those meltdowns and character development for nothing, let him go ham on a junkyard car or something smh

I believe in Mob's narrative given right to fuck shit up sometimes

#im hungry i should do homework i should also finish all of my other drafted posts BUT I AM LAZY #ive been starting to write fic tho at least thats productive. fic thats kind of relevant to this actually hm #listen i just want more Mob content where he does smth reckless or stupid with his powers he deserves it #or just in general tbh i need more content of mob being kinda mean or having arguments with ppl like to a healthy degree ok #but i still want him to. yanno. lash out and stuff. experience emotion. have him get angry over petty stuff #the first mp100 fic ive ever started writing/drafting had mob and ritsu having a proper fight post canon #i just need it for my OWN mental health. let them have dumb sibling fights and have mob express his annoyances #itd be funny and cathartic. for me at least. ill finish that shit one day its been assembled and disassembled but ill figure it out #eventually #let mob feel and express all of the ugly emotions he didnt allow himself to acknowledge for years pls #its my favourite thing #anyway. #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #cine te a intrebat

[brother-emperors]

niccolo machiavelli & biagio buonaccorsi

Machiavelli's Service to the Republic, John M. Najemy

eventually I'll read Sasso's writing on Machiavelli, but even reading Najemy's summary of the text with regards to Biagio and Machiavelli's relationship made me feel unwell™ in some kind of way like. even love. what an absolute gut punch pair of words to put in the middle of a sentence. I feel fine about it!! (a lie)

The Life and Times of Machiavelli, Pasquale Villari

AND NOW. regarding the scene. the letter exchanging hands is referencing their correspondence in general, but to also how Biagio was a collaborator to Machiavelli's plans (and a little bit about how some of Machiavelli's works were copied in Biagio's hand)

Machiavelli, Leonardo and the Science of Power, Roger D Masters

and regarding the red panel with the figure getting measured, it's about how Biagio had clothing for Machiavelli made to his own measurements in Machiavelli's absence.

Niccolò’s Smile, Maurizio Viroli

#italian renaisance tag #niccolo machiavelli #biagio buonaccorsi #komiks tag #drawing tag #i had an illustration of milo murdering clodius for today but then i saw there was a poll for it so i'll save it for after the poll closes #god i feel so so so so so so normal about machiavelli and biagio (i do not) #ive always felt a lot about machiavelli but biagio makes me cry. he's just. aughhhhdhgh. #anyway based on najemy's summary of sasso's text i dont think. i agree with what sasso is saying abt their dynamic wrt #to the emotional underworking and biagio overplaying the political threats #as najemy goes to say in his follow up. other people were also warning machiavelli abt the same thing #but biagio's frustrations remind me a lot of maria's complaints as well. it's like. devotion + loyalty + trust. i think are the stronger #ties at play. eugh. EUAHDGHSHSHDGH #im going to listen to the assassins creed 2 soundtrack and be normal about everything now. good night #italian renaissance tag

[its-your-mind]

what the fuck. what the fuck what the fu k.

rick riordan I am a whole ass adult now how tf are you taking a wrecking ball to my emotions AT THIS POINT. SHOULDN’T WE BE PAST THIS.

what the fuck Meg took in all of her foster siblings to help them live a life after Nero. she’s showing them a world that can be kind, where people will say what they mean, and where mistakes don’t deserve punishment.

BUT THEN ALSO. Apollo. Went back.

And for Meg and her siblings, everything about their lives has changed and improved. But Apollo just… goes back to Olympus. Where Zeus continues to rule with an iron fist, where no one was even able to stick up for him, where every other Olympian lives in fear of Zeus’s anger. And he’s still there, he’s still in charge, but Apollo knows BETTER now. He knows that things can be different. He knows that he can be different, and he’s making the decision to be better now than he was before.

But now he doesn’t fit. He doesn’t fit with the Olympians, who weren’t a healthy family even before this, and he doesn’t fit with his new friends, either, because he’s a god again. He can go see them and talk with them and help them, but he’ll always have to leave again. He can never stay.

The last few chapters of The Tower of Nero were so beautiful and amazing - getting to see everyone else living their happy endings (as much as any demigod can), but they were always tinged with… loneliness. Apollo is separate from them all again. He can teleport at will, he can change his appearance to anything, he can separate his consciousness… and that’s all great, he wanted all of that back…

But by the end? He kind of wanted to stay human. And there’s no resolution for him. He’s gone through this incredible, difficult, terrifying, life-changing adventure… and he came back, and everything’s the same. Kinda makes me think of Luke, going off on his quest, coming back different, harder, sharper… and finding Camp exactly like how he left it, with everyone expecting him to just slot himself back into the place he had before, when that space doesn’t fit him anymore.

And Apollo has what Luke didn’t - friends who knew him as he was changing, who love this new person he’s become, and even a sister whose affection won’t change no matter what happens. He’s going to be okay, I know that.

But there’s just… something so quietly tragic in the end of Apollo’s story. He doesn’t get his own personal happy ending. His “triumph” is a return to a divine status that he’s not necessarily sure he even wants anymore. He has to forge his own path forward towards his own happiness, and we don’t get to join him on it. We got to be with him through his Trials - his future is up to him, now.

#toa #trials of apollo #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers #apollo pjo #lester papadopoulos #rick riordan #FUCK. #LIKE LISTEN UNCLE RICK #IM IN MY TWENTIES TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK TO DO WITH MY LIFE #THE FUCKING AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO BUST INTO MY QUARTER LIFE CRISIS LIKE THIS #smfh #this book is for middle schoolers and it’s caused me #a middle school TEACHER #an entire emotional nuclear disaster #ugh.

[sporadicallynightmarishbees]

I can't be expected to be normal after hearing the words:

" 'I've seen enough,' he says, 'I know exactly what I want

And it's this life that we've created

Inundated with the fated thought of you

And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all

Like petals in a storm

'Cause, darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades, at night when light is fading

Just to let you know, I'm old, waylaid and feels like I am wading

Into carpet burns and carousels

Christ, you'll be the death of me' "

Like??? How am I supposed to exist after this ripped open my ribs and played them like a xylophone

#Fair #the amazing devil #joey batey #madeline hyland #this is my millionth listen #im so normal about them actually #so normal #musical musings #music #there is cocaine in those songs #heartbreak #i want to cry #im sobbing #how can i survive when this exists #emotional #the amazing devil invented emotions actually #love #love songs #love sick