#SO MUCH CRYING

[incandescentflower]

Just gonna immerse myself in the previous 10 episodes worth of feels because that was even more angst than I had anticipated.

[higurashiz]

InuYasha - Chapter 292

[lostinmythicality]

oh we won tonight 💚💙

[miss-star-dust]

Now why didn't anyone tell me that Crimson Rivers was going to emotionally fuck me up!?!? I haven't cried as much in 6 months as I have these last 3 days. Like damn.

[cha-mij]

Just rewatched Doomsday again. WHY DID I DO THAT? 17 years later and I STILL cry like a baby

[neonpaperlanterns]

So, I know there are Player x Dogday/Other bigger bodies, as well as Dadday stories out there.

... What about... The opposite?

Say the player was looking for their lost child, long before working for Playtime, they just took a job partly to pay bills but also to keep searching, trying to follow this trail that seemingly dries up at the factory. And upon coming back 10 years later (or sooner if they aren't the "Angel"), finds not only notes detailing what was done to create the bigger bodies (or at least, the notes talking about whom is whom) but also finds their long lost child.

Mutilated into this giant fuzzy, toy like creature... Would they recognize their parent after so much time?

... Think you could do a little story like that? A little reunion between a child whom was taken to be a experiment by these no good scientists, and their parent. Who never stopped searching, even when the trail lead into this cursed place?

I think I'd like this story to have Bobby Bearhug be the Bigger body/long lost child in question. Could be their loneliness originated from being taken away from their father and/or mother.

Found

You didn't want to believe it when you found the records of what transpired within these walls. You didn't want to believe what these children went through, what your child went through. The thought made your insides churn as you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

But it was. You read the reports. You saw the recordings. Those maniacs turned your daughter into a fucking toy bear. Stole her from you and then tore her apart and molded her into something unrecognizable.

And yet a part of you still held out that it wasn't true.

A part of you that had shriveled up and died the moment you had found her. You didn't know a heart could break at the same time it knitted itself back together.

Broken and alone you had found your daughter cloistered away in a too small supply closet. She had attempted to lash out at you. Movements desperate and encumbered by her disproportionate arms as her mouth worked in a silent scream. Things were thrown as she cowered in the corner. You tried to speak to her, called out her name, told her it was you. That you loved her and that you were sorry but it all fell on deaf ears. She could not hear you because those monsters did not care enough to fix her.

And there had not been a spark of recognition in her frantic gaze.

Your daughter had forgotten your face.

Tears flowed freely as you sobbed outside of the supply closet. Your back against the door as you wondered what to do. When you had finally found her, after all these years, she had not known who you were.

It had been painful and it still was. You would never forget the look on her face. Her anguish, her desperation, the strained muscles of her frozen grin, it would all be seared into your memory until the day you died.

But so would the feeling of having her in your arms again. Of being able to hold her as she cried into your chest. Her grip just shy of suffocating as she hugged you. The faint smell of roses filled your nose as pressed your forehead against hers.

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracked as you ran your hand along the back of her head.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” You knew she could not hear you but it didn't matter.

“I won't fail you again.” It was as much of a promise to her as it was to you.

[iloveyou8600]

our beloved baby boy snowy is being put to sleep tomorrow :( my best friend neil’s childhood dog that we all came to take part in caring for the past few months. we love him so so so so much. he is our little mascot and ray of sunshine. 14years of happy silly life. going to miss him so much

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

This contains Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers

It’s been a week since Good Omens S2 aired. I’m still crying. It’s been nestled in my brain. It HURTS. And today I finally figured out why it’s hurting me and why I’m clinging to the ‘theory’ I’ve developed as a coping mechanism.

First things first: I trust Neil Gaiman implicitly. He is an absolute MASTER storyteller and I know he’ll see us through to the most beautiful ending our demon, angel and the world deserve. Good Omens is the only show/story I have no worries about that I won’t love every second of it.

Anyway. My hurting & crying is Aziraphale’s reaction to Crowley’s kiss. There was no joy, no reciprocity, no softening. He doesn’t lovingly return the kiss like I want. He stands there, at best just a rigid pole, at worst he appears to be fighting it.

And that struck a personal chord. But from Crowley’s POV, and in a long-standing relationship. I live with a rigid pole that I’ve tied my life to. So I’ve just completely shoehorned my obvious trauma in there and taken it on myself. And that hurts and it’s raw and it’s kind of anguish-inducing at times.

So of course, I did what any person with trauma does and developed a coping mechanism: A Theory.

It’s not a new one, I’m not clever. Anyway, here it is:

Aziraphale is quite obviously flustered as when telling Crowley his ‘great news’, with his hands flying everywhere and eyes constantly darting outside. Crowley obviously picks up on this, after all, he told him in episode one that he knows what’s up from his tone of voice. I don’t think this was his “I’m going to pop” tone.

When Crowley kisses him, the miracle sound is heard. He also very subtly nods his head during the kiss and there appears to be an ‘aura’ as well.

I think Crowley stops time (making me ask again, just who WAS he before he fell sauntered vaguely downwards to be that powerful) and they manage to speak out of the Metatron’s view & hearing. (Perhaps even Muriel is involved?)

Whilst out of time, they then swap appearances, just like at the end of S1. …After all, Neil says S2 is a bridge between S1 & 3…

Then they come back into time, (?Aziraphale’s hand relaxes on Crowley’s back?) and we finish with them being on opposite sides to their usual ones, sudden mention of a nightingale after being told there wouldn’t be one and uncharacteristic Bentley music. Oh, and I will never forget that creepy smirk in the lift. Eek.

I’ve got other thoughts about half the street not being normal humans, but this is about my trauma response so I’m going to leave it at this.

Mr Gaiman, you’re a genius. You broke my heart in a personal way due to personal trauma but I love this show, this story, this universe that you and Sir Terry created and the entire huge team has brought to life on the screen, and obviously I adore how Michael Sheen & David Tennant have inhabited these characters and brought them to life.

Thank you 🖤

(Edited the morning after I wrote this for a little more clarity and when the rigid pole was no longer near me…which is not a euphemism…sadly)

[lazaruspiss]

replaying gk. Jason holding Tim back from throwing himself at Bruce's corpse. Also Jason's funeral fit is still so fucking funny.

[mossyinkynebulous]

I did some personal, cringe, comfort art

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

knitting update: so I put some lifelines in my project and took it off the needle to see how it looks, and it looks like it's totally fine size wise.

unfortunately I only did a lifeline for the first time ever, so when putting it back on my needle, some things went wrong and I couldn't fix them, so I frogged it and started anew, just to then have mistakes in the very first row, so I've put it aside for now. I don't think today's a good day to be messing around with this.

I'll try again tomorrow, knowing that the size at least should be fine, and hoping it'll be a better day.

[blabberoo]

If Ford didn't got into the portal..

[sunny-boooo]

I'm jumping off a bridge. Their backstory is so tragic, I can't.

The fact that even Queenie being in the state she was, Kinger still found humanity in her, the fact that he risked his life knowing she could go crazy and attack him just so he could touch her one last time.

And the fact that Queenie allowed him to do it, the fact that she was able to keep control as a abstracted just so she could feel him. Because she loved him and he loved her back and both of them knew her fate, but in that moment, it was just them, their last moment together so both made it work.

This is such a powerful image I want to hug both of them.

[everwalldigan]

Dick, on the phone with Roy: I just think that Bruce actually hates me and doesn’t stand to be around me ever

Bruce, standing behind him wearing nightwing socks, nightwing cap, nightwing pants, “father to worlds best son” t-shirt, trying to hide a huge reprint of a picture of him and Dick he brought for Dicks new apartment behind his back:

[soaked-doors]

"Don't try to find a reason for somebody's love!"

[kuh-boose]

why do hormones fuck with stuff so much like who decided that one week out the month the female body goes ferally horny and overally confident followed by the worse godammed week and a half long temper tantrum that you know is happening but cant stop!!!!! i want to speak to a manager!!! i want a refund!!! bad product holy shit i hate it here