#angsty reblogs

[gore-geousrem-ains]

Imagine being in the Maitland-Deetz house. You’re there frequently enough to have gotten used to the family and their unique dynamic as well as their resident demon, Beetlejuice. Now, Beetlejuice is the most perplexing of the group namely because he flirts relentlessly with every adult, overshares his bizarre sexual exploits, and has no shame when it comes to kissing/pinching/groping any adult in the house all of this includes you. You’ve been patient with Beetlejuice this whole time, if you want to be friends with the Maitland-Deetz’s he comes with the package and he’s actually very funny and sweet underneath it all. Truly though, what’s the most puzzling seems to be that all the members of the house imply that Beetlejuice may have some sort of a crush on you which is ridiculous. No matter how much they imply you’re “special” to him, you quite simply can’t see it. You’ve watch Beetlejuice over the months and he’s made it abundantly clear how powerful he truly is. Beetlejuice can shape reality to fit his desires. He’s created his own clones quite simply for the sake of mischief (and perhaps companionship). What’s stopping him from going down to the local cemetery to do some body part shopping alongside his own unique reality shifting and cobbling together his own perfect partner?

Why bother settling for a “breather” at all?

(reblogs appreciated!)

[agathasvidal]

what if all rio is trying to do is tell agatha that it hurt her too. what is rio is desperate to share this sadness with the only other person who could understand. what if rio is angry, FUMING at agatha for being so selfish in thinking that rio could never feel remorse. that agatha just abandoned her for years, potentially centuries, convinced that she was the only one to be upset, to have had her entire world turned upside down.

agatha is a selfish person and the road is testing her ability to be selfless. what if her biggest test is accepting that someone else could share that pain with her. that she never had to make rio a villain in her mind, and she never had to become one herself.

they will have their fight, they will get ugly, but at the crux of it all, when they both take a second the breathe, rio whispers “he was my son too” through her rage. maybe it is a scream. maybe a cry.

by blaming rio, and running from rio, agatha took away rio’s right to mourn; to be a mother to that child. rio will have to spend the rest of eternity thinking of it unless she acts now. she needs to resolve the only thing in her existence that has ever made her feel alive, so she can truly experience the one thing she never thought she was able to: death.

[so-very-small]

the inherent g/t between a miner and a canary

[olasketches]

me and like two other sukuna stans making posts about how miserable he is

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

masterpost pt 2 of alhaitham being endeared by kaveh im so sick

- a parade of providence

not too much in this one because the heart of this event is their miscommunication so as a result they either are misunderstanding each other, running into deserts and passing out (kaveh) and then being reproached for this offscreen by a concerned party (also kaveh) and then misconstruing this concern and feeling disrespected (surprise it’s also kaveh), so overall their exchanges are rather angsty

Alhaitham genuinely being sincerely happy for and proud of kaveh, mentioning how kaveh is an anomaly in comparison to other idealists who may not stand up for their views when it truly matters, knowing that kaveh is a staunch defender of his idealism even knowing its faults and that kaveh thinks Alhaitham inherently opposes his ideals due to them being opposites, only to inadvertently insult him within the same breath

Whatever the hell this is (aka alhaitham “never caring to accept thanks from others or keeping track of favours” being endeared by his roommate and insisting he be thanked thrice, this man can’t be normal)

[smimon]

how bout vent art with myself and giant K and a sad song let's go

To też o tobie jest, to o nas jest (IGO - To też o Tobie)

(tl;dr it's a song about being targeted by haters and redirecting your attention to those who wish you well 🧡) (edit: CONTENT WARNING in case you want to look up the song: there is disturbing imagery in the cover art (man covered in blood) and in the music video (blood, weapons, and a violent mob))

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Do you ever think that when Cale was KRS, he subconsciously knew about the curse? All of those terrible things kept happening to people he cared about- so much so that it would become a recognizable pattern (that he would realize later on was an actual curse) so he unintentionally twisted his mind into the piece of origami it is now, attributing people to their worth and convenience and refusing to express care for anyone, inside of his heart or to the outside world.

… He fails at hiding it. He fails because he doesn’t even know what counts as caring about someone’s well being, he doesn’t know what it looks like! He’s only ever had his own concern towards himself (and Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo), and everyone who cares for him like he cares for them— dies.

He knows how to be a team leader and how to manage and take responsibility for his members, but he doesn’t want to outwardly or inwardly care. Even after finding out about the curse, he doesn’t see how he refuses to care about things.

Well- he does care about things. Arguably more than anyone else, because his internal longing for human connection is so bone-deep that he can only create reasons why he’s helping people, instead of saying that he wants to.

‘Want’ got Cale nowhere. ‘Family’ got him nowhere. ‘Friends’ left him to sweep up his broken remains. ‘Home’ didn’t last, ‘safety’ is an illusion, and ‘emotions’ have only ever gotten in his way. Time and time again, these facts got drummed and burned into his mind.

It’s all he knows. It’s all Kim Rok Soo knew for his aching, dragging 36 years of existence.

Now he’s Cale Henituse.

Those facts are still there. They’ve become deep, welded scars in his mind. They’ll never go away.

But he’s learning. Very, very slowly. Those scars will never disappear, but maybe through this story, he can learn to traverse his trauma.

I hope so.

I really, really hope so.

(Drafted: January 23, 2023)

(I found this gathering dust in my drafts and decided to post it)

[god-monsters]

Jake Kim x Reader: First Kisses

Masterlist

Somewhere along the way, the flirtation turned serious. Longing looks and lingering touches joined the cheesy pick up lines, the banter, and the winks.

You and Jake are obvious even if you aren't official. Even if neither of you have yet to put a label on it.

(Collectively, Big Deal is torn between gagging or cooing over yours and Jake's budding relationship. Sure, they're happy for you both but do you really need to rub it in their faces day in day out?)

Ever the gentleman though, Jake did in fact plan to ask you out on a date, ask you to be his girlfriend before a kiss happened.

Except.

There was just one too many times where he felt his heart race, his throat dry up, and your lips frankly looking too irresistible.

And why the hell are you looking at him like that ? How did you expect him to hold back?

.

.

Your first kiss shouldn't have been romantic.

(Jake had watched you laugh with a strange look on his face, then with a delicate grip, pulled you into this alley. He himself acted before thinking, like he was in a trance from just seeing you.)

Nevertheless, Jake Kim with his Jake Kim charms even manages to make a dark and damp alley just behind Big Deal street seem like the perfect setting.

As if everything is elevated with his light. With his confident smile, his faint dimples. With his virtue.

So much so that if Jake asked to kiss you in the dumpster, you probably would hop right in and pucker up. Or at the very least seriously consider it.

"I just couldn't help it..." he murmurs, eyes flickering down, gentle fingers tilting your chin up towards him and thumb grazing over your lips, "I was hoping for somewhere better..."

Jake leans in slowly, hesitantly and stopping just short. Barely even centimetres away.

Enough for your skin to tingle from the closeness and frisson of excitement. For your breaths to mingle together and you can taste his peppermint on your tongue.

Almost but not quite touching.

It's torture.

"Is this ok?" he whispers against your lips, warm brown eyes gazing softly into yours. It's only now that you notice how he is close to panting, hands nearly trembling with restraint.

Is this ok? This has always been ok.

You rock forward, closing the gap and capturing his mouth with yours.

Jake, caught by surprise, lets out a small huff of laughter as his arms circle your waist, then deepens the kiss.

.

.

Your next kiss is a quick smooch after a Big Deal meeting.

The one after that is in his office, late at night when his vision is nearly blurring from reviewing documents.

And then he presses his lips to yours again in a cheap cafe with cracked, peeling wallpaper and sticky floors.

Each time you kiss, Jake realises it could be a lot more romantic. He also realises that he doesn't care about 'somewhere better', the time or the place.

Simply being with you is enough.

[drowninginyourtouch]

persona 3 is genuinely so weirdly written cuz when u get to shit like "operation babe hunt" the intentions of the writers were to make junpei seem women obsessed and vain and akihiko like the stoic who just cant land a woman

instead the competetition comes off as super homoerortic and it more reads like 2 bisexuals who are overcompensating bc they want each other

also like. i do not care for tropes in discussion of media but like grumpy x sunshine is like a super popular ship dynamic and when you look at those 2 its like. be so fr

[lightasthesun]

One day, Bail Organa receives an ominous message on a communicator that had been agreed upon never to be used for anything other than emergencies.

Urgent: Shadows converge on our binary suns. Eclipse imminent for one. Halt essential. Aid required swiftly.

For seven years doom had crept around the corners of Bail's conscious awarenes; always whispering, always taunting, always fearing. Somehow he is still illprepared for it to suddenly coil around his throat.

His shirt collar feels infinitesimally tighter. Bail takes a breath, he holds it, he releases it.

"Bail? Is something wrong?"

Time to lay all his cards on the table. He nods, shakes his head, then pauses. Yes something is indeed wrong, but it's nothing he can divulge any details on, despite being on his own fleet.

"Take your ship to these coordinates and do everything you can to retrieve and protect what will be placed in your care. It's of utmost importance. Do you understand?" he says, placing the communicator with its entered coordinates into Ahsoka Tanos' outstretched hand.

Fulcrum doesn't even hesitate. She nods. This is a mission like any other as far as she is aware. Nothing she's learned indicates any connection to Ahsoka Tano.

Yet.

[sapphosclown]

honey, i’m not doing so well

. by girl in red

[helielune]

powder keg (full under the cut)

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

I kinda love not knowing anything about Arcane because one minute I'm watching everyone squeal and post long deep dives about the kiss and the next I'm staring at a screenshot that looks like this

[vampire-rodeo]

headcanon that since every dimension had different speeds of time, Stanford is a few years younger than Stanley due to all the dimensional traveling

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter five: “In the dark, we’re barely hanging on”

Lucia’s notes: We finally getting rid of Lucas! yaayy, so in advance, this is gonna be kind of a sad chapter, also, we’re approaching the end of this wonderful fic, only 2 more chapters to go. The section that is completely in italics are Y/N’s memories.

Playlist:

Happier than ever- Billie Eilish

Atlantis- Seafret

Lose you to love me- Selena Gomez

Somewhere only we know- Keane

Traitor- Olivia Rodrigo

Flicker- Niall Horan

Bigger than the whole sky- Taylor Swift

Content Warning: Break up, angst, sadness, drinking (not too heavily).

Word Count: 1.9k

After that night with Esteban, Y/N knew exactly what she needed to do, the blonde had to admit that this was a decision long overdue, it had just taken her to get to this point to realize it. Mastering all the courage she had she called Lucas “Hey, can you come to the apartment? we need to talk” she said as soon as she heard the phone click when her boyfriend picked up the phone.

“Hello, what is there to talk about?” Y/N rolled her eyes at his reply “just come over Lucas” she hung up pacing around the living room her bags already packed by the couch, she was decided to leave, where to, she had absolutely no idea, it wasn’t like she was going to go back to her parents, that door had closed long ago, she couldn’t turn to Amelia either, they might be friends, but she was Lucas’ sister at the end of the day. Y/N kept pacing around until she felt the turn of the keys in the door and stopped in her tracks taking a deep breath before he saw the guy’s face walk into what used to be their shared home.

“Well.. I’m here, wanted to talk? talk, I’ve got plans” Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N took a deep breath facing him and raised an eyebrow trying to keep the best poker face she could master.

“I think we need to break up, I’m done and tired of feeling like a fly on the wall for you, you haven’t turned to look at me all but twice in the past year almost. You think I don’t know how you’ve been talking to Alma all these years we’ve been together? and no, before you say anything, I didn’t need to go through your phone, but you’re way too obvious. You’ve never let me be myself, whatever I did was wrong, wasn’t good enough”- damn it- she cursed at herself internally when she felt the tears brimming her eyes through her well rehearsed speech. The girl looked away to wipe at her eyes before turning back around. “I deserve more than this, I don’t deserve feeling like the last option on your life, like you’d rather be anywhere but home with me, I’m tired Lucas, I loved you, damn it, even if you don’t deserve it, in some stupid, sad, twisted way I still do. And I do thank you for everything you gave me when we got together, you showed me who I could be, I don’t know what changed, but it’s too late.” Y/N looked at the tall guy frozen in his spot, absolutely gobsmacked blinking slowly “We’re done Lucas, I’m leaving, pease don’t come after me” she whispered grabbing her things and walking out the door as her keys to the apartment rested on the table beside the door.

The brunette turned around looking at her back “wait….Y/N, we can work through this, I’m sure” he said softly, not that he really cared about her, but his family thought she was wife material and her trustfund was pretty steep. Y/N the Hazel eyed girl turned around once more and he knew, he knew then and there that there was nothing left in there for him, she felt nothing. 

Y/N walked out dragging her luggage after her and started walking down the street, not too sure where to. She just knew she needed to get as much distance between her and that apartment as humanly possible; as she walked her mind alternated between playing over images of her relationship with Lucas, how the whole situation had unfolded over the years.

Y/N had just transferred universities to go to law school in the big city, coming from a small town, this had been the plan since she was a kid, she wasn’t too sure if it was hers or her parents plan, but it was the plan. As she walked into her first class, she saw a handsome guy, slightly older than her standing at the front of the room and she headed over “excuse me, is this criminal law 101?” she said barely above a whisper. The guy looked at her, gorgeous brown hair paired with piercing blue eyes, she felt the air escape her lungs. “Yes it is, take a seat, we’re about to begin”, handsome eyes turned out to be the student teacher assistant, Lucas was his name. 

After a few months of just looking at each other across the room in class, he walked up to her after class and smiled “would you go out for a drink with me?” and that’s where it all started. Sweet nothings whispered in her ear wherever they went, holding Y/N while she cried after her parents told her that she would no longer be their daughter if she dared drop out of Law School to pursue photography, he had  held her up when she thought she was gonna fall to her knees.

Y/N didn’t know when, or how, but she had started crying again her tears falling freely down her cheeks, but she wasn’t sure why, she knew breaking up was the right move, she was better off without Lucas. The blonde didn’t realize how she had made her way to Esteban’s building, she looked at the doorbell panel and saw his name pressing the button hoping he’d be home and he’d be available.

“Hello?” she heard his sweet voice over the com and her heart skipped a bit “is anyone there?” shit, she hadn’t replied “Kuku, it’s….it’s me, Y/N” she hiccuped into her end of the com “are you busy? can I please come in?” she whispered.

“Sweetie, are you crying? oh god, of course, come on in” he buzzed the door opened and once he heard the click of the door closing behind her he went and opened the apartment door waiting for her. As soon as Y/N stepped out of the elevator, suitcases behind her and eyes red with tears he frowned and went over hugging her “Hey hey, what happened babe?” the older man said quietly walking them back into the apartment taking the luggage with him, he walked them both to the couch before going to get a cup of tea for Y/N  “what happened Y/N/N? wanna talk about it?”

Y/N looked up at the brown eyed man for the first time since stepping out of the elevator, tears still streaming down her cheeks like rivers and she hated herself for crying like that. She nodded softly “it’s over” the younger whispered “I finally broke up with Lucas” she gulped thick pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes as to suppress the tears to keep erupting. Kuku couldn’t help but feel relieved and almost happy for that to be over, he knew it wasn’t okay, he could tell Y/N was suffering and he wanted to take that away from her, but he was happy about her being single as he handed her the tea and sat down “I have nowhere to go now Kuku” she whispered taking a sup of the tea “I left the apartment, cause it was his name on the lease, and I can’t go to Amelia’s obviously, I can’t go back home to my parents, another of my friends isn’t in a place to take me in, I don’t know what I’m gonna do” Y/N said looking down into the mug swirling it gently.

“You may think this is a bit out there and crazy….but you could always stay here, I don’t mind, you can take my room, I can either sleep here on the couch, or even go to one of the guy’s places, maybe Mati or Fran” Kuku smiled sheepishly “you can stay as long as you want or need to get back on your feet” Y/N didn’t even dare looking at him, she knew too well what kuku’s eyes did to her on this short time of knowing eachother, not like she was in the mood for much right now, but he melted her heart away. Y/N stayed silent for a while, she really liked the idea of sharing a place with this sweet man, but she knew it was way too risky, after what seemed like an eternity for the sweet eyed man, she looked back up to him.

“I don’t wanna be alone tonight, but I would really appreciate it if you could…please don’t feel imposed, go to one of the guys places after, if you don’t want to, or can’t just let me know and I’ll for sure get another place to stay” Y/N downed the rest of her tea as Esteban shook his head “nonesense, you stay here as long as you want” he smiled softly rubbing her back and his touch felt like a warm blanket over her, it always felt so protective and she could stay like this forever. Y/N looked at him and smiled softly “Thank you so much, would it be possible to take a warm shower? I got kinda cold” the older man nodded and pointed her to the bathroom.

That night, after Y/N fell asleep in his arms while watching a movie to try and help her distract herself from the events of that day, Esteban stood up carefully picking the petite girl in his arms walking to his bedroom to lay her down as he tucked her in and kissed her forehead he stood back to his full height grabbing a few things to go settle on the couch for the night and he heard a sleepy voice say quietly “sleep with me please?” God every new thing he discovered about her drove him even more insane, that sweet soft sleepy voice and how angelic she looked while sleeping, he could never say no to this woman and so he laid down with her still fully clothed, he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression as she nuzzled back against him he kissed her head closing his eyes letting her always drunkening scent to wash over him lulling him to sleep.

Four days had gone by and he had been staying with Mati and Male to give Y/N some space, but today, encouraged by the pair he decided to go check in on the blonde girl taking some comfort chinese food with him, if she was anything like Male had suggested, she was probably not eating much. Esteban made his way to his place and knocked ont he apartment door. Soon enough Y/N opened the door, messy bun in her hair, pjs consisting of an old scooby doo t-shirt that was way too big on her and some baggy sweatpants, her eyes widened when she saw the guy standing at the door and she tried fixing her hair “kuku… I …I didn’t except you to come over, come on in”. The guy chuckled softly walking into his place and looked at her “No, you clearly weren’t, sorry to come unannounced, I just wanted to check on you, I’ve brought chinese takeout, and we can order some ice cream after if you want, I know how much you like salted caramel and chocolate” Y/N turned around smiling for the first time in days, how did he remember that? they’d only had ice cream a couple of times. 

As she made some place on the coffee table she looked at the guy again “pick out something to watch? I’ll go get something to put the food in” she took the bag from the tall man and disappeared into the kitchen. If Esteban wasn’t mistaken, the smile she gave him right then wasn’t the same she always had, this was different, and he really wanted to discover more behind it, with no one standing between them, he knew he had to start acting soon, but he didn’t want to rush her into something she wasn’t up to. This was definitely screwing with his head.

P.S: I cringed so bad at this chapter god, so sorry, but it was necessary. Also credits to @cafekitsune for the awesome scene dividers.

taglist:

@madame-fear  @cyliarys-starlight @castawaycherry @luceracastro @espinasrubi @lastflowrr @koiibiito @candycanes19 @nperoconelcositoarriba @lxdyred @deepinsideyourbeing

[angelsdean]

been largely off the dash for the past week and just kinda detoxing from tumblr (i'm sure it does not seem like it but trust me i have barely been on here) and i'm still not ready to be fully back yet but i will continue popping in a little here and there💖