#BIG SADS

[klance-headcanons-official]

oh yes. The angst returns.

They had gotten into an argument the night before Keith had to go on a mission with the Blade.

Lance wakes up to find Keith gone, he suddenly starts panicking seeing as he never had the chance to apologize and remind Keith that he loves him before he left.

Lance spends a couple days pacing and worrying and trying to get in contact with Keith.

Finally, three days after Keith left, the phone picks up, "Keith!? Oh stars, where do I start? Look, I'm really sorry about what I said the other day, I didn't mean it, I've been so worried about you and-"

"Lance?"

Lance loses his words as he hears the voice on the other end.

It's Shiro.

"This is Keith's number, isn't it? I didn't dial wrong.."

"Lance, there's something you need to know. Keith, uhm..." He hears Shiro's voice cracking through tears, "There was a problem this morning, an explosion... Keith... He didn't make it out..."

Lance falls to the ground, feeling sick, his entire body is trembling as it all sets in.

The love of his life had died.

Again.

[kaidynsarell]

Post Azkaban Head-canons: Sebastian Sallow

TW:mentions of self harm, big sads.

He's always freezing, even in the heat of summer. The cold of Azkaban sank in so deeply it never faded after his release. The long term effects are permanent and not entirely treatable. He'll never truly be warm again.

He wasn't allowed visitors or letters from the outside. None of the prisoners were.

He's afraid of the dark. Absolutely terrified. Azkaban was dark and horrible things lurked in the shadows.

He suffered vivid hallucinations while in Azkaban. He wont ever talk about them. Now, he has horrible night terrors and when he wakes up he often can't remember where or when he is.

He'll never admit it, but sometimes he's scared that he's actually still in Azkaban. That this life, post release, is all happening in his head, and any moment he's going to be snapped back to reality. Back to Azkaban.

He can still hear the screams. They play in his head on a loop. They never go completely quiet. No matter what he tries.

Sometimes he'll just go quiet for hours and get this far away look.

He has scars. A lot of them. Some from the guards and some from other prisoners. Mostly, they're from himself. Physical pain became a distraction from the mental/emotional torment. So he'd hurt himself to try and escape the waking nightmares.

I'm sorry....*hides*

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

I'm not doing okay can I get one big group hug?🫂

Actual footage of me right now

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[stabby-biscotti0152]

Birkin in the fog: Campfire edition!

Wonder if he misses home..

[little-angelwings]

very very VERY stressed because of a bad ongoing situation, but it's not safe for baby time :c

[criticofallthings]

5:37am EST its been a damn hot minute (more like a couple of years prolly) anyway cant sleep wont sleep dont sleep I'm thinking back to a time where seasonal content was interesting with the spoicy lore drops. Also angst because why not since the Guardian x Crow ship cannonically sunk 😩 idk what a title is and no beta test readers so typos & issues abound, dont be a dick if u want me to fix it tho. This one kinda picks up waaaaay down the road from the other one I did about these two???

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"Uldren Sov, Awoken Prince."

"Brother. To the Queen."

The titles fly out with cold dissociation. Crow pauses a moment, unable to meet the Guardian's gaze. He speaks another, vehemently, his voice quaking with furious emotion:

"Murderer."

The Guardian watches, unable to speak words of solace, knowing there is none that they can say. It tears at them, rips into their gut, to see Crow like this...to know they have no right to console him. To know just how fragile this simmering warmth that had hatched between them through the Wrathborn Hunts and Hawkmoon, truly is. The Guardian had reconciled with Crow's past, they know that Crow is not him, the two are different men...but how would Crow feel about it all?

What does it feel like to suddenly know that you have kissed the lips of your past self's killer? To know that body you enjoy waking up next to was once the same body hunting you down for revenge? That the hands that caressed his face so gently this morning, yesterday could have been wrung around his neck until it snapped like dry firewood beneath an axe?

The Guardian is stone, signs of life only showing by the whitening of their knuckles, tightly clenched into fists at their side. Crow shifts awkwardly and the Guardian's heart squeezes, breath hitching as they see Crow slowly turn to look them in the eye. At first his expression was unreadable, but then he spoke, voice low and hissed: darkened by what he felt but did not show.

"And you," his voice trembles with effort, hands moving to gesture at the Guardian "you, YOU knew everything!"

The Guardian takes a half step back, Crow's sudden outburst unexpected and deeply piercing. Hurt lines the corner of the Guardian's eyes and in shame they cannot maintain Crow's burning gaze.

"Just...how could you??" Crow's voice returns to a whisper, trailing into a choked back sob. "You, I-I-how could you...?"

The Guardian raises their head to look at Crow, they see him half extending a hand out to them. Palm upwards, pleading, his face contorting with anger and disgust, grief and wholly heartbroken. When be speaks, its barely above a stuttering whisper:

"I-he, no m-me...I've hurt you so much."

Time trails on, mere seconds but now an eternity. The Guardian can't respond, they dont know what they could do here, if there's anything to be said. Their own lack of words frustrates them and the Guardian can only moreosely return Crow's gaze. He breaks it off and turns his face away, half of it fully obscured in the dark shadows of his hood and the other half sharply illuminated by the Helm's lights.

"I'm sorry."

It was spoken gently, cautiously, as if the Guardian was the one who had been suffering. They take a tentative towards Crow, still trying to find a remedy dor the situation. But before they can begin to speak or draw closer, Crow withdraws.

The coil around the Guardian's heart constricts ever tighter and they find themselves rooted in place once more.

"I...I understand. I don't think I would have told me either." A heavy sigh causes his shoulders to rise and fall, curving inwards, instinctively protective of himself. Crows looks up at the Guardian once again, seemingly shruken and by far the most uncertain the Guardian has ever seen him as.

"I need to get out of here." Crow's voice is slow and trembles slightly, still just barely more than a whisper.

"I'm afraid...of who I used to be." Discomfort and fear linger in his next words and Crow must look away to say them.

"That he'll come back somehow...that somewhere deep inside, you do too."

Crow tugs on his hood, covering his eyes, turning to walk away from the Guardian. They reach out to him, heart racing anxiously, trembling slightly as they realized what Crow was preparing to do.

"I need to get out here. I need to get as far away from her as possible. Somewhere I know my choices are my own."

The Guardian's fingertips barely graze the edges of Crow's cloak as he transmats out. The Helm is woefully quiet as the sounds of the transmat firing fade into the low mechnical background noise of the ship.

"I'm sorry." [please stay]

Without Crow in the Helm, no one is around to hear the Guardian's whispered apology or try to figure out their innermost thoughts. And no one at all would hear their anguished cries.

[burninlovebutler]

“And if you must die,

I will envy even the earth that wraps around your body.”

- Albert Camus, State of Siege

[bonshiver]

stills from my new music video, BIG SADS 💙

[boxonarock]

i'm sorry captain... i did it for the bsaa... for the future!

[valleyoftherunemoonportia]

Got my copy of Fire Emblem Engage today. (It's so good! No spoilers please though, I'm not very far in!) I pre-ordered it at GameStop so it was supposed to come with this cool pack of Tarot cards but when I finally got to go pick it up after work they were like, "oh sorry! We're all out!" Wdym you're all out??? Wasn't that the point of pre-ordering it???? So you could have enough of the card decks to distribute????? Not mad at the employees ofc because they're just doing their jobs just... really GameStop? Seems like a big goof on the company's part. TL;DR didn't get my FE:E tarot card deck and that's big sad but the game's still dope!

[racingliners]

Just six races left on my 2022 season re-watch 🥲

[elindris]

The groomer thing is mostly just a dehumanization tactic so they feel justified “doing what must be done” to “fix” the “problem.” If memory serves it’s literally the exact same tactic the Nazi party used in Weimar Germany pre-WW2. (Source)

But yeah it’s patently ridiculous. This also coming from the same group that defends the child accusing priests and the child marriage politicians is proof enough

ok but the “lgbtq groomers are indoctrinating children” narrative is so strange to me cuz like. i had it hammered into my head so hard that i was a girl that i thought i was, as a uterus haver, obligated to have my ear impaled at eight years old. I was so conditioned into heteronormativity that i thought my only choice in life was to grow up, marry a cisgender christian man, and have his babies. Like the adults in my life practically shipped me with this guy friend i had when i was like 6 to the point where i thought we had to date when we got older. you know who’s never made me feel anything like that? queer people. when conservatives say “indoctrinating” they mean “inspiring dissent that could disrupt the status quo we’ve forced upon everyone”

[nyancat674]

*sound of my head banging on the table*

I wish I had friends that would play dnd with me

*bang*

I wish I had friends that would play dnd with me

*bang*

I wish I had-

[allornothingnonsense]

Anything less than 13 degrees Celsius has me upset.

I hate it :<

The big sads coming

[tei-pirate]

All this booping has made me look back at old conversations and there's several people I haven't messaged on here since like 2018 and it's kinda sad...

Like how have you been doing these past couple years? We used to message so much XD

Just know I'm thinking about y'all today and booping you even though I can't

[the-holy-ghosted]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man