#THIS MADE ME SAD

[dabigbird]

This part was so great, I just had to draw it. I love my angst, plz give me MORE

[stupidthingsgoodoutcomes]

jj saying “I know you’re about to hit me right now, I can sense it” is actually extremely depressing

[thetepes]

To do with this post. I think it's worth expanding of additional examples of ableism by Lily.

Meet José Silva, a gentleman with what he refers to as aspergers. He was a member of lily's chat.

Deku pfp, love that. Anime fan, obviously. Seems to have pretty wide taste really since he mentions Evangelion and that's not exactly similar to BNHA content wise, only medium wise.

He was admonished by Lily for being too slow to recognize a troll and for referencing anime.

Then this exchange happens.

He ended up apologizing for using his understanding of his own diagnosis.

Lily did not course correct Sunset or even bark at her chat for "going off topic" like she normally does. No, instead

He was banned. They also deleted a comment from him about his mother having covid. The next stream he says this

[littlemagicalstardust]

The end of an era. :( The graphic designer who created these wonderful Best Friends merch has announced all of the content is no longer for sale. Along with any other Best Friends themed merch that was created by others. (Photos of designs was shared by the artist on twitter/x)

[idkmanidk27]

someone needs to make this

ok so i’ve had this idea in my head for a bit i’m just not a skilled enough artist to do it but somebody NEEDS to do this. here me out ok. you guys know that viral song from EPIC that goes “i will fall in love with you over and over again.” picture that BUT GELPHIE.

(Picture of Glinda looking lovesick into the camera)

I will fall in love

(Camera turn to Elphaba just existing)

With you

(Same angle but different versions/images of Elphana)

Over and over again

(Scene change to different Elphaba and G(a)linda moments with the moment changing/shifting)

I don’t care how, where, or when

No matter how long it’s been

(Angst Gelphie embrace)

You’re mine

(Scene change to young, shiz Elphaba which turns into older, I’m on the run and it’s hardened me Elpahaba)

Don’t tell me you're not the same person

(Scene change to young, shiz Galinda which turns into older, angsty but still loves Elphie so much Glinda)

You’re always my husband and I've been

(Scene change, we now see the back of Glinda and slowly the front of the scene un blurs and there lays Elphaba’s black hat)

Waiting

(Camera change to a side view of Glinda going and clutching the hat to her chest, we can’t see her face, camera view cuts off somewhere around get nose, tears begin to fall)

Waiting

(Camera comes to the front, we can see Glinda clutching the hat, tears streaming down her face, the camera cuts off right above her nose, a hand appears on her shoulder, its Elphaba’s hand, or rather her spirit’s hand)

Penelope

(Camera shifts to another close up of Glinda, it’s her face, the eyes still aren’t in the camera view, the main focus are the tears streaming down her face)

Waiting

(Camera shifts to the previous angle, Glinda’s throwing her body over and folding in on herself and the hat, the harrowing scream of grief falling from her lips)

Waiting

(Elphaba’s spirt comes down to her knees and holds Glinda, wrapping her arms around Glinda’s body, tears streaming down her face too)

Penelope

(Camera zooms in on the two, specifically their faces)

Waiting

(Scene changes from Glinda pressing her face into the hat to her pressing her face into Elphi’s gravestone)

Waiting

(Scene change into an ariel of Glinda’s face, she’s old, on her death bed)

Waiting

(Scene change to Elphaba’s face looking over her)

For you

(Glinda closes her eyes, a tear streaming down her face, and exhales with a content smile)

[sarcasticallyexplicit11]

(loosely based on Noah Kahan’s Bad Luck)

Two-Bit started drinking when he was 16. 

All it took was a rough day at school and a fight with his mom for him to reach into the fridge and grab a Budweiser. He hated how it tasted, but he adored the warmth spreading through his body and the carefree feeling he got, so he drank another. And another. And another. And another until he had finished the whole 6-pack. 

A sense of peace washed over him as he lay on his bed. Two-Bit never realized that a drink could make someone feel so light, could make whatever worries you had fade away into nothingness. Every rough day Two-Bit had after that was complimented by a beer in his hand. 

And every beer led to where he was now; drunk as a skunk on the Curtis’ couch watching Mickey Mouse reruns at 11pm. He couldn’t remember why he showed up here, he just remembers stumbling into the house and laying down. Any moment now Darry was likely to walk into his house after his shift. He would look at Two-Bit on his couch, shake his head, and then go off to bed, leaving him to do as he pleases. 

That’s what everyone does when they find him drunk: shake their heads in disappointment and go about the rest of their days. Two doesn’t blame them though, after all he’s turned himself into a burnout drunk. Just like his father was. He isn’t surprised by disappointment anymore. In fact, he welcomes it. People being disappointed in him is familiar. It hurts, sure, but he’d rather feel a familiar pain than any new sensation. 

It’s not his friends’ faults that he’s a loser drunk; it’s his own. 

So Two-Bit does what he can. He makes jokes, he does stupid things to make his friends laugh, and he steals to make himself feel something. Maybe one day that’ll be enough, maybe one day he can drop the jokester facade instead of trying to always be the positive one of the group. 

That day isn’t today. Instead, he’ll keep making people laugh and praying to a God he never believed in that no one will notice the pain hiding behind his smile.

[relentlessconqueror]

grief, inspired by christina's world by andrew wyeth

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

I love your soulmate AU~ 🥰😍 It's so cute and it heals my heart.

I hope you don't mind me popping into your ask box to spew a random thought. 😅

In one of your previous installments, I remember you mentioning you might write the KFC breakup... (genuinely intrigued if you would end up writing it or if you'd rather maintain a happy AU... i'm here for the ride either way 🤩).

But the KFC breakup situation had me wondering...

How would Suguru view Satoru's soulmate after that? Would she be just another monkey in his eyes? Because at that point in canon, he set his mind on eradicating all non-sorcerers and he killed his own parents because of his new principles. Would he make exceptions for Satoru's soulmate knowing how much she means to Satoru? Or would he just not care?

I find it very intriguing...

First of all I am so glad you are enjoying this series 🥰 As for your question I think Geto would still see her as a 'monkey'. She might be Gojo's soulmate, but at the end of the day, she is still a non-sorcerer who can only see curses through Gojo's eyes. Now, do I think he'd go out of his way to hurt her or kill her? No, and if she was in danger and he was in the vicinity he would not rush to her rescue, unless the curse was powerful to keep. Still, Geto would not be excorcising/consuming the curse to save her, it would for the power of the curse.

Geto would go as far to say to Gojo that she is a liability to him. What happens when Gojo is not there to keep her safe from a curse? Eventually, the jujutsu/curse world will know who she is and what she means to him. It's only a matter of time before curses or curse users start gunning for her - Gojo can't be with her all the time. Geto would go from "the universe trusts you keep her safe" to "the universe placed a burden on you - she is a weakness"

Geto would also use her insecurities against her if he talks to her before ghosting everyone. Not being a sorcerer does plague her mind, especially when her thoughts go back to the time Gojo died. Forget about Gojo not being able to protect her - she can't protect herself or him at all. So no, she would not be an exception for Geto, more like a nuisance that he thinks Gojo should get rid of.

[martyredangel]

[cl0wnstuff]

i didnt realise that everyone knows harry as the saviour of the wizarding world and everything, but just a few persons, almost none, knows what happened to him and how he was in those first eleven years of his life (the child abuse from his relatives) 😞

[sereneera]

God made me an unknown girl who is not famous because he knew drew starkey and i would be too powerful together 🥰

[exyrpf]

Tyson Jost, One For Sorrow by C.Barzak

[cherryrainn]

can you write angst with striker,

a songfic with "i bet on losing dogs" by mitski??

like do whatever you want with the fic, theyre a couple, not a couple. anything. thats all up to you!

I LOVE MITSKI AND I LOVE THIS SONG AND I LOVE STRIKER AND I LOVE ANGST AND I LOVE YOU

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— i bet on losing dogs

striker x reader

song link; click here

the walls of your small apartment seemed to close in on you as you sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, staring at the silent phone in your hand. striker, the love of your life, had promised he would be home soon. but the hours turned into days, and the days into a week, with no sign of his return.

my baby, my baby

you held onto the hope that he was out there, fulfilling his dangerous duties, protecting you and the dark secrets you shared. each passing moment without him felt like an eternity, the weight of his absence suffocating your fragile heart.

you're my baby, say it to me

as the world outside grew dim and the shadows danced around you, tears welled up in your eyes. you remembered the tender moments, the stolen kisses, and the whispered promises of forever. striker had once vowed to protect you, to be your shelter in the storm of this chaotic world.

baby, my baby

but then, one evening, the sound of the front door creaking open filled the silence, causing your heart to skip a beat. striker stepped inside, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. his pale red skin seemed paler than usual, his yellow eyes weary and distant.

tell your baby that I'm your baby

you rushed towards him, hope flickering within your chest,

"striker, you're finally home!" you said, your voice filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. "i missed you so much."

striker glanced down at you briefly, his eyes betraying a hint of weariness. "yeah, been a long week," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual warmth.

but as you reached out for him, your touch was met with an unexpected chill. he sidestepped your embrace, his focus elsewhere. without a word, he trudged past you and made his way to the bedroom.

i bet on losing dogs

confusion and hurt swirled within you. the once vibrant love between you had faded into a shadow of its former self. striker's actions spoke louder than any words, leaving you feeling invisible and insignificant.

as the night wore on, your mind raced with thoughts of what could have caused this abrupt change. the love you had bet on, the losing dog you had wagered your heart on, was slipping away with each passing moment.

i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place

morning arrived, the sun's rays piercing through the curtains, but the warmth they brought couldn't reach the icy barrier that had formed between you and striker. you watched silently as he prepared himself for another day of his dangerous work.

by the ring

"i hope you have a good day, striker," you whispered, your voice tinged with sadness.

striker glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable. "yeah, thanks," he replied curtly before heading out the door.

"i love you... striker."

and just like that, he was gone again.

where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

the room once again felt heavy with anticipation as you anxiously awaited striker's return. your heart had become a barren wasteland, starved of the affection and connection you so desperately craved.

i'll be there on their side

and then, as the sun began its descent, the sound of keys jingling and the creaking of a door filled the silence. striker stepped inside, his silhouette framed by the golden hues of dusk. his hat was tilted low, casting a shadow over his eyes, but the familiar presence of a cowboy filled the air.

"you've been waiting for me, darlin'?" striker's voice held a rasp, like a lonesome guitar strumming a mournful tune.

i'm losing by their side

you nodded, unable to hide the mix of relief and apprehension in your eyes.

striker slowly removed his hat, revealing a tired but genuine smile. the light caught the golden tooth in his sharp-toothed mouth, accentuating the rugged charm that drew you to him in the first place.

"it's been too long since i've really been home," striker admitted, his voice filled with a touch of remorse. "i've missed you, y/n'."

the cowboy had returned, ready to sweep you off your feet once again.

will you let me, baby, lose

as the night unfolded, striker regaled you with tales of his adventures in the vast, untamed land of hell. his voice carried the essence of the open plains and the scent of gunpowder, painting vivid pictures of a world beyond your reach.

on losing dogs

with the night drawing to a close, striker pulled you into his arms, his hold firm and protective.

i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place

"i can't promise i'll be here forever, darlin'," striker confessed, his voice tinged with both regret and sincerity. "but tonight, i'll hold you tight and make you feel like the only one in this wild, wild world."

a wave of both joy and melancholy washed over you as his words sank in.

as morning broke, casting a golden glow upon the land, striker rose from the bed, his cowboy hat perched upon his head once again. he turned to face you, his gaze filled with a mix of determination and longing.

by the ring

"i've gotta go, y/n," striker murmured, his voice carrying the weight of an assassins duty. "but tonight, y/n, i want cha' to go to our favorite restaurant," he said, his voice low and earnest. "wait for me, and i promise i'll be there."

your heart fluttered at his words, a renewed sense of hope washing over you.

where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

"yeah, alright. i'll be there," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and longing. "i'll wait for you, striker."

i wanna feel it

the night had arrived, filled with both anticipation and a glimmer of hope. you meticulously selected an outfit, something nice and sweet that would make striker's heart skip a beat. the words that had once echoed through your mind now took a backseat to the excitement of the evening.

i bet on losing dogs

you arrived at the restaurant, the familiar aroma of comfort and familiarity enveloping you. you took your seat, glancing at the empty chair across from you, waiting for striker to fulfill the promise he had made. minutes turned into hours, and the lyrics that had danced in your mind became a haunting echo, amplifying your heart's ache.

i always want you when i'm finally fine

you checked your phone, hoping for a message, a call, anything to reassure you that he was on his way. but there was only silence. the lyrics that had once been an anthem of love now became a somber melody, echoing through the empty spaces of the restaurant.

how you'd be over me looking in my eyes when i come

as the hours stretched on, your excitement turned to disappointment, and disappointment evolved into heartbreak. tears welled up in your eyes, a silent cascade of sorrow. you fought to keep your composure, to hide the pain that threatened to consume you. the words that had once sung of unrequited love now bore witness to your silent breakdown.

someone to watch me die

amidst the corner of the restaurant, you quietly wept, the tears falling like raindrops on the tablecloth. striker had failed to keep his promise, leaving you stranded in a sea of loneliness.

the night wore on, the restaurant slowly emptying, leaving you alone in a sea of empty chairs and untouched plates. the promise that had once painted a picture of hope now painted a stark reality, a reminder of the pain of betting on a losing dog.

someone to watch me die

and there you remained, seated in the empty restaurant, your heart aching with unfulfilled expectations.

time seemed to stand still as you held on to a sliver of hope, desperately clinging to the belief that striker would somehow find his way to you.

i bet on losing dogs.

but as the night wore on, the truth settled in like an unwelcome guest.

striker was not coming.

[shadowbrightshine]

I said this to @littlesilentrebel but I'm gonna make you guys upset as well because now I'm sad making myself think about it.

Even though the audience got Ruth's beautiful song and her desire in life to be more than the horny highschool girl, and her desperate desire to be loved...

No one else did. No one but Max. She never heard our applause because we aren't there. The only thing Ruth heard after her first time actually performing and pouring her heart out onstage was Max's Booing.

She probably died thinking she really couldn't perform and she died alone. Even her monolog possible death of cancer would have given her more attention. Any attention. She already felt burned out and hopeless, singing through her acting about it.

She died with nothing. She got one complement about her headgear. Everyone she was working with in the club was gone. She performed for an empty hall and was still mocked for it. Ruth got nothing before she died. Even Pete was given the recognition he deserved.

Ruth was an unfortunate girl who desperately wanted love and affection and a relationship. Who wanted to be onstage and have people see her perform. And she died in an embarrassing way, all alone, after singing her heart out to nobody and was ridiculed for doing so.

Honestly that song is so so powerful for me and I nearly cried when I first watched her perform because it hit my senior in highschool heart. Specifically my heart in junior year when I was so stressed that I started getting Grey hair in the fringes of my hair. I was writing pages in my diary about how upset and sad and alone I felt. And while I'm Ace and haven't had the same sort of desires Ruth had, I had my own longings for love.

Ruth deserved better. In the context of it being a musical it was amazing. In universe? She deserved so much better.

[littlemagicalstardust]

From Orange Cassidy's interview with Mark Freund at WHO 13 News Question: Where do we think your story is going, Orange?

OC: Hopefully the story is going where I don’t get beat up anymore but I know that’s not going to happen. My world is falling apart around me. All my friends have left me and now they’re trying to beat me up. 

I think the thing that hurt the absolute worst was Kris Statlander punching me in the face. We relied on each other a lot and the things that they’re saying- when they’re not punching me in the face are kinda true and it kinda makes me self reflect like.. Have I not been a good friend? 

So there’s a lot of like self reflection and it’s very lonely cause… you watch AEW, I’ve always had a partner every week it seemed like and now everyone’s gone and it’s like “Oh, okay then.”

You know, it’s a weird feeling being on your own. I’m just grateful there are good people in AEW like Willow Nightingale and Kyle O’Reilly for that sake too, who are willing to step up and help me out. 

[bastardash]

Me: I hope Orym talks to his friends about his feelings

Orym: I pledge myself to you Nana Morri so I can protect my friends who are so much stronger than me and I will not talk to them about it.