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squash1 · 1 month

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#think of the edits i could make #womp #sorry for the Sad #noah czerny i am thinking of you tonight #noah czerny #richard campbell gansey iii #trc #the raven king #the raven cycle #ronan lynch #adam parrish #blue sargent #pynch #the raven boys #blue lily lily blue #the gangsey #gangsey #mine

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aggsh-shs · 5 months

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dysphoria is killing me rn <3

#sorry for the sad #im so tired tho #trans masc #trans male #gender dysphoria

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thebeautyofspn · 1 year

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4x21 When The Levee Breaks

#4x21 #when the levee breaks #thebeautyofspn #supernatural #spn #supernatural aesthetic #spn aesthetic #dean winchester #sam winchester #the winchester brothers #winchesters #hotels & motels #season 4 #sorry for the sad

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writtenbycas · 2 months

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So much has happened over the course of the last 12 years. In that time I fell in love with- and lost someone I thought was my very best of friends. In the last 10 years - I thought that I had fallen in love with the man of my dreams only to have been cheated on and lied to. Played a fool of. In the last 8 years I gave birth to a human who has shown me that-she is the most kind and beautiful child to walk the planet. In the last 5 years I have lost two of the women who helped shape me.. looking back they only wanted the best for me. In a time where I thought that death could be the answer I nearly lost my life in a car crash. It only reminded me that I wanted to in fact live. Not only live- but be alive. I wanted to be apart of this world leaving pieces of myself behind in all the things I do.

Looking back on the last 12 years of my life I regret so much- and yet I wouldn’t change the path I took. //c.a.t 03.2024

#an excerpt from my life #life #spilled ink #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #prose #brighteyescas #looking back #free write #written on the wall #written word #writing on the wall #sorry for the sad #im a sad girl #i miss you #i wouldn't change a thing #change

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airanke · 4 months

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I keep thinking of Abiteth getting some form of dementia as she gets older, but she falls in love with Dabi every time she forgets him.

And naturally, she has moments of lucidity where she looks at him and says, "I know who you are. You're my husband. You're Dabi. I love you, Dabi."

#today in I realize I might be doing this to cope with the fact that my grandma has dementia #alzheimer's specifically #air's antics #sorry for the sad #but know i would never actually do this to them #i cant break my own heart like that 😂😭😭

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highspeedclownery · 2 years

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Baby mine, don't you cry Baby mine, dry your eyes Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine

This little boy deserved better.

#billy hargrove #sorry for the sad

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ghost-with-tie · 5 months

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For those who can´t read my horrible handwriting:

[There, there. Cry for now. But some day the world will look much brighter.]

Result of last nights drawing session. Also I have a teensy smoll drawing that isn´t really worth a post alone.. here you go:

love how simple it is.

#Sorry for the sad #drawing #illustration #original character #oc #oc art #original art #artists on tumblr #art #traditional art #traditional drawing #sketch #my art #my oc #sketchbook

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vampireninjabunnies-blog · 1 year

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Ghosts of a Rose

OC Kiss Day 2 Short Fic

Far Cry 5 John Seedx Esther

Angst

The valley was quiet and still. Not just the valley but the whole county. Serene and peaceful. But there was no cheerful gatherings for either side. Jerome had said there would be no fighting today, though he refused to explain why. He wasn't alone in that refusal. It seemed a deep sorrow had fallen over the county. Like a heavy shroud. No one dared speak of it. But it was there. Rorke felt it and he saw it. In the faces of the Resistance, the radio silence. No taunts from John, no softly sung hymns from Peggie voices. Today it seemed was a day of agreed upon peace. A moment of silence hanging in the air that both sides refused to break. The whole county collectively mourning but what he did know.

Only Nick asked anything of him today. An errand. Rorke was happy to accompany him and Kim. If she was coming he figured that Nick expected no trouble. Perhaps maybe he hoped they planned a bit of fun, something to lessen the oppressive feeling hanging about. He followed them as they walked silently. The only one of the trio armed. Nick carried only flowers. Roses and sunflowers and a pretty little purple flower he didn't recognize. Kim had a doll and small plane. They didn't speak to him or each other.

It wasn't long till they reached their apparent destination. They weren't too far from John's ranch. For the most part Rorke avoided this area. He disagreed that taking the ranch was a good idea. He figured there was no need to tweak John's nose on such a personal level. It would only make a bad situation worse. As they approached the reason for their little trek came into view.

In the clearing just ahead, a grave. Lovingly and meticulously maintained. A small,beautiful statue of an angel cradling a baby. Rorke examined it curiously while Nick and Kim placed their gifts in front of it. Around the neck the angel was a thin leather cord. A pair of wedding bands glinting in the summer sun. Etched the stone itself a name.

'Esther and Baby Seed'

'1994-2014'

There was more;an epitaph most likely but he didn't want to disturb the flowers to read it. A thousand questions darted through his mind all at once.

"You've seen her picture." Nick said softly. "In the Spread Eagle."

Rorke remembered. The photo of the tiny redhead smiling broadly after winning the Testy Feisty eating contest. He liked that picture. Mary May had just seemed sad when he asked about it and who the girl was. She'd said it didn't matter anymore. Now he knew why. Whoever this Seed had been, people had liked her. And apparently she was gone. Her and her baby.

"Come on Nick. We shouldn't stay long." Kim rose gently pulling Nick with her. They heard the sound of hooves approaching,slowly, and headed into the trees. As they reached the cover of the forest Rorke pulled out his gun only for Kim to stop him. Shaking her head. Rorke turned from her to see who was coming. Surprised to see John dismounting.

John frowned at the bouquet and small toys as he approached the grave. Nick and Kim had been here. He wasn't surprised. They came every year. Sitting down, he ran his fingers lightly over her name taking a long sip from the Scotch bottle he'd brought.

Closing his eyes he leaned against the stone.

"I miss you" he whispered.

Sitting there, eyes closed he could see her again. Her copper hair turning to fire in the early morning light of his memories. Her smile warming him despite the cold winter air surrounding them. Holding her close the smell of her light floral shampoo filling his senses. She rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her soft lips pressing against his before grabbing his collar. Pulling closer to deepen the kiss, claiming him as hers.

The loud whinny of his Friesian horse forced the memory away. His head dropped to his hands. His shoulders shook as he sobbed. Unaware of the silent audience to his pain.

Rorke looked back as they quietly made their way back to Rye and Sons. He'd ask Nick about this tomorrow but for now he'd spare some pity for the broken soul he'd seen today. And perhaps wonder how different things in the valley would be if whatever light Esther Seed had provided in John's life hadn't gone out. He now understood the feeling in the air today. It was her, a ghost haunting the valley.

#ockiss23 #far cry 5 oc #oc:esther seed #john seed #far cry 5 #angst #grief/mourning #sorry for the sad #hope you guys like this #johnseedxesther

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luminixx · 3 months

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“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

this is lowkey so unserious don't kill me. it's a reference to all that stuff about his mother that I am seeing.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel art #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #dad beat dad #appleradio #lucifer hazbin hotel #fanart #also on tiktok it has this freaky sound in the background so it's more sad and less threatening #it's funny seeing how differently people react #thye're all crying over there #i am so sorry tiktokers !! ..

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the-phantom-peach · 9 months

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🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

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camilleflyingrotten · 1 month

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#sorry for the rambling yesterday #I’m kind of sad I contributed to ruin some people experience of fandom with my nonsensical sht #tho I’m trying to not post everythg here lmfao #now back to posting #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #Twitter #procreate #digitalart #my art

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daisychains111 · 3 months

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Thalia doesn’t keep many things in the hundreds of years she’s been alive.

But long ago, there were people, their names all but distant memories, who mattered in her 1st lifetime. It’s their things that stay hidden in her bag, reminding her of her mortal life.

A blue hoodie, worn almost threadbare. The scent of its original owner, long since leached from the fabric. But if she closes her eyes, she can almost see the blue eyes of her first and only love.

A pair of glasses. Frames cracked and crooked. A reminder of a brother she never got to truly know.

A baseball cap. It’s magic long faded, branded with a forgotten logo. Memories of a blonde girl laughing hidden deep within.

A letter. Ink fading, paper yellow. The last words of a dying friend. Words that wish her well, words that wished her well in a world they had fought side by side to save.

Thalia doesn’t keep a lot of things, but even after all this time, Luke, Jason, Annabeth, and Percy will stay with her forever. The memories of her first family to remind her why life is so beautiful.

#I know i forgot grover but i cant think of anything for him #percy jackon and the olympians #percabeth #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #thaluke #thalia grace #pjo thalia #jason grace #hunters of artemis #thalia grace is my current roman empire #someday she'll live so long that she'll forget their names and their voices and that makes me physically sick #thaluke were doomed by the narritive #this is sad sorry

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irlplasticlamb · 11 months

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kazia parkerowska aka spider star is an 18 years old polish doomer art student who got bitten by a radioactive spider and then convinced (khe khe forced) into a superhero role by her kooky hippie auntie majka. woohoo. nothing better than to save the world when you don’t give an absolute shit!

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