#good crying songs

[mahiiimahiiii]

Head cannons before I fly

Ryder likes grimes

And in ME3 Shepard cries in her room to mitski.

[densewentz]

just say I was the top listener spotify smh

[starryaike]

Song - Feel Better by Penelope Scott

[venompinks]

ROSÉ ৎ୭ ROSIE TRACKLIST

[yellowvixen]

week 39: the sonic symphony experience

[heartorbit]

i want to know everything that makes you happy! 💫🪐🎇

[clowndensation]

pov you're roman roy, and you have a body that has reactions you can't control, and those reactions are pathetic and freakish and prove just how much you've gotten it wrong. you can't laugh, you can't talk, you can't even cry at your father's funeral without everyone seeing what a failure made flesh you are.

[eerna]

it might be my dislike for the "in every universe yadda yadda" trope speaking, but I just. don't see why Ekko had to go to an alt universe and see Powder grown up to figure out he could still share with Jinx what he'd shared with Powder. Like don't get me wrong I loved the dance and the cuteness and the pretending like it's the first time... but he already figured most of it out in s1. And it was a much better, more nuanced scene - of course seeing a physical reminder that she is Powder with the capacity to love him would change his mind, but it's much more powerful when it's shown through their shared memories and behaviors. The coexistence of gentleness and violence in the bridge scene is the heart and soul of why their dynamic is so interesting. She will play their childhood game, she will look at him softly, and then try to blow them both up. We could have had an episode that continues that story, that shows us how they would find their way back to each other now that the main obstacle, Silco, is removed... But instead, Ekko went through it with a separate person, while Jinx went through it offscreen, and nothing more was ever said about it. Man. I am sad.

[southern--downpour]

gl!ranboo doodle sheet bc i am actually going insane

[121231212i]

Genshin Impact | The Road Not Taken

"...But, At least you're still out there, somewhere in the world. That trail of the comet that once streaked across the sky, Is now the untrodden path by which I seek you."

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[malleefies]

Viserys and Daenerys selling Rhaella's crown. pretty filter version and good-quality version inst*gram KILLED the quality so im putting two versions...but hi!!! hey :) bawling over them

[sentientsky]

The Quite Nice and Fairly Accurate Good Omens Script Book Depiction of Gay Yearning by Neil Gaiman

[bexism]

they did in fact, not end up lying with each other and forgetting the world

[dantesmelancholicshitpost]

I was just now debating who should receive my therapy bills for the kiss scene in ep6...

Ofc there is David Tennant, full of desperation, grasping at straws. We cannot see his eyes, but we know damn well that they are watery and full of fear and awareness that this may be his last chance.

But then there is Michael Sheen whose conflicted attitude already prompted me to write a (not so) short analysis in my notes. Aziraphale whose yearning and longing for Crowley is so palpable, whose hands look for some sort of contact and embrace, whose pain we can see so clearly when he pushes Crowley away and whose entire body language is just filled with dilemmas, with antonyms, whose internal conflict is so tangible.

And then there is Neil, the mastermind. The one who is there pulling the strings. The one who made this scene a parallel of the scene from s1 where Crowley pushes Aziraphale to the wall, saying "I'm not nice", but this time he just wants him to understand, that Aziraphale is nice, more than nice, moreover that Crowley MAY BE nice, but they are just not fit for Heaven, they belong only in eachother. And the hurt after Aziraphale doesn't accept this unspoken but so clearly communicated argument...

In conclusion, they should just split it

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you