#i wanna . cry.
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who up thinking about matthew going from being on a team that said
âit canât be a riot every nightâ
to then going to a team that says shit like
âfollowing him into battle is something we love to doâ
publicly. a team that STILL loves u PUBLICLY. SO VOCALLY. a team that understands you on and off the ice. a team u never have to perform for. even while u perform for the entire world. they perform with u. they protect u. they love u. every part of u. and you love them. always.
anyways.
#the found family of it all makes me sick.#i wanna cry.#panthers lb#florida panthers#matthew tkachuk
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i just want to know if anybody else on tumblr is taking health and social in college because i am, and today we had to fix our feedback except (this isn't me bragging.. i promise.) i didn't have any, and i am literally never in lesson - i always waffle, but like maybe it's cause of all the extra explanations and definitions??
#i am so confused.#if i do so well here why can i in my english lessons?#i wanna cry.#but like i do kinda wanna brag-#hehe.#đ€đ#college#i hate college.#this morning i spilt milk down myself and had to change and then i got stuck in the rain#but then my mum brought me mcdonalds#and then i had a test so my teacher let us leave an hour hour#so i got to have a second lunch and i saw my friend from another class#then i thought i was going to class late but the teacher was late#OH!!#i also forgot my english book but it didn't matter#anyways..#during lesson the teacher basically ignored me cause she was helping other people.#and then she was like if you've done this you can leave but i left anyways.#so i got home at 5 and only finished it at 8 but like idk if i was even supposed to do half of the work i did in the assignment#and i still have 3 tasks.#DID I TELL YOU IT WAS MY FIRST DAY BACK?#personal#vent
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fuck chronic illness.
fuck chronic illness.
FUCK CHRONIC ILLNESS.
#3 days stuck in bed Iâm miserable#pots#fibromyalgia#postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome#I wanna cry.
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Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.
#vulcans#I don't think all Vulcans dress the same and headcanon that there's a buunch of different styles on Vulcan#BUT I DO think that older middle aged men flock together regardless of species#and that it's funny that Vulcan has like The Vulcan Hair[tm] - why'd they do that to themselves HEHEHE you're lucky your dad's telepathic#I really wanna see fashion subcultures for other plaaaanets in star trek#I wanna see Klingon Goth#I wanna see fashion styles specific to that species because of that species' culture#like how we have niche niche fashion trends#the other day I thought about it being Vulcan counterculture to do your makeup as if you've been crying#popular with teens but adults do NOT like it
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get yourself a main character whos two primary emotions are "little cunt" and "catatonic with grief"
#origimals#rotmhs#íì°ê·í#this is about my pookie boygrandpa chung myung#i wanna see him cry so hard he throws up đ
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#It's about seeing that just because im queer does not mean i have to died like a dog on the streets#just the thought of queer people being allowed to exist long enough to grow old makes me wanna cry#gonna put my ships on blast do not judge me#kakairu#Innefable husbands#mchanzo#erasermic#wrightworth#superbat#aladarius#queer#lgbt
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DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.
SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST
#reject modern fast fashion fandom culture#comment on shit from 2012 to scare and or delight the author#anytime I see ppl reading my haikyuu fics I wanna cry with happiness#being reminded of fics and then looking and realizing I still love them is a true gift#COMMUNITY BITCHES THIS IS WHAT THAT IS
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one of the differences between good omens the show vs good omens the book that will always fuck me up is the post-bookshop fire scene. crowley goes from picking himself up, dusting himself off, accepting the loss of aziraphale and Just Driving Anyway to completely falling apart. i do get why people have gripes with it being changed so fundamentally, and i've thought about it a lot myself, but i've never been able to bring myself to get mad about it. i always circle back to how the book was written by two best friends. that drunken, wrecked, grief stricken scene was written in a post-pratchett world. he lost his best friend.
#saw that 'i wanna talk to my friend' clip and now i am crying#not to get parasocial but like. you can lose a lot of people in 30 years and i can Feel those years of grief in the show's version#good omens#gnu terry pratchett
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WAAAH WAAH WAAAH WAAAHH
#STOP FUCKING CRYING BITCH#I DONT WANNA HEAR IT#WAH WAH WAAH#art#fanart#my art#original art#Splatoon#Splatoon art#Splatoon fanart#smollusk#smollusk fanart#side order art#side order
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Mordred Manor! (with close-ups under the cut)
edit: i just put up some new drawings on my ko-fi, so if you wanna print this out as a poster or something, you can find it there at full resolution in the 'Misc Art' folder! :) (personal use only!)
#the timeline doesnt really add up cause with the 15 cats there tracker should be in fallinel but i didnt wanna leave her out so its fineeee#zayn darkshadow#aelwyn abernant#fig faeth#riz gukgak#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#fabian seacaster#kristen applebees#ragh barkrock#tracker o'shaughnessey#gilear faeth#lydia barkrock#sklonda gukgak#sandra lynn faeth#jawbone o'shaughnessey#ayda aguefort#figueroth faeth#my art#fantasy high#gorthalax the insatiable#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#dimension 20#d20#if i forgot anyone i will cry for one million years btw
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this is like. a missing leg kink blog. did they rb my post because i said stump.
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God I hope he finds the scarf.
hiya! I noticed you have your requests open and if you don't mind, could I please suggest: "for once... I was right" with "don't you dare walk away from me" for Lee Know - maybe angsty but I don't mind you just going with the flow.
thank you!
blue hour.
pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: exes au, exes to ...? đ«ą, angst; minho's pov mostly, open ending kinda, some light cursing, unedited don't look at me word count: 2.2k (i got carried away a little bit) listen to đ§: breathe again - sara bareilles
as always, iâd appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading âĄ
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âthis should be the last of your things.â
âthanks,â you say, rummaging through the box that minho hands over to you. everything that you left at his place throughout the entire time you were together; every sweatshirt of yours in his closet, every piece of jewelry on his nightstand, every bottle of nail polish that you kept in his bathroom reserved for nights where you two would pamper each other. they're all here, except for... âdid you see my red scarf though? i canât find it anywhere.â
âno, i checked,â he says. âthis is everything.â
âhmm, okay.â
you hold the box between your arms, and minho canât help but feel something twist painfully in his chest. itâs like you're holding your relationship, or whatâs left of it anyway, ready to make your swift exit from his life. two years of love, all dumped into one stupid cardboard box.
you both stand there in silence for what feels like forever, just staring at each other, then at your surroundings, neither of you saying anything. minho knows why he hasnât bid you a farewell goodnight yet; itâs because he doesnât want this to end. even though itâs a sad occasion, the finale to your story, he still wants to the seconds to stretch on, for the minutes to last longer. after all, isnât this the last time he'll ever see you?
why you havenât left him to his devices and gone upstairs, he isnât sure.
another moment passes. life goes on but it seems like you two are in your own bubble where nothing moves forward. everything stays rooted to the spot.
âdo you want to go for a walk?â you ask after a while. the question surprises minho enough that he lets it show, and it makes you quickly tack on an excuse. âthe weather is nice and i... i donât want to be on my own.â
yes, he does want to go for a walk with you. anything to be with you even if itâs only for a moment longer.
âsure,â he says. âletâs go for a walk.â
âokay. iâll leave this upstairs and get my jacket.â
he watches as you disappear inside your building, only to reemerge momentarily afterward, a wool jacket draped over your frame. he wishes youâd worn something lighter, just so he could have an excuse to wrap his arm around your shoulders if it gets colder.
you walk side by side around your neighborhood, a distance between your bodies that never used to be there before. itâs strange, of course it is. but minho supposes this is yours and his new reality now.
âhow are the cats?â you ask.
âtheyâre okay. dori had a cold a couple weeks ago, but everythingâs fine now,â he tells you. âthey... they miss you.â
i miss you too - that's a thought that he doesnât say out loud, only keeps it to himself because it feels too humiliating to utter those words to you.
âtheyâre cats. how can you tell?â
âi can always tell.â he shrugs. âthey wait by the door when iâm already home. they sleep on your-... they sleep on the other side of the bed.â
if you notice his slip up, you donât say anything. you purse your lips and nod somberly, stuffing your hands in your pockets. âtheyâll forget about me soon enough,â you say.
minho glances at you. he wants to rebuke that statement, to argue with you over something as silly as whether or not his freaking cats will retain their memories of you in the future. but he just bites his tongue and swallows down the lump in his throat, humming to let you know that heâs heard what you said. not a hum of agreement, just one of acknowledgement.
âhowâs work?â he asks. god, itâs just so fucking weird to be asking you these things. you know each other inside and out and yet, youâre here making small talk.
torn apart when all you two should be is together.
âitâs alright. still the same, kinda boring. you know thereâs not a lot that can happen in that place in one month.â
yes, because itâs been a little over a month since you parted ways, since you moved back into your old apartment and left his home perpetually cold and empty. he canât blame you for leaving when he was the one who agreed to break up. he canât blame you for his heartache when he was the one who broke your heart first.
he didnât mean to, but isnât that what they all say?
âdo you still want to leave?â
âsure,â you reply. âif i can find something better, iâd leave that place in a heartbeat. but for now, itâll have to do. it used to be a bit more bearable though.â
âi hope you find something that makes you happier.â
âthanks.â you give him a smile but it doesn't reach your eyes. âhow about you? howâs life?â
minho almost says the first thing that comes into mind. life is terrible without you. i think about you every single minute of every day but you're not here and itâs my own damn fault.
he could lie and come up with something much more palatable, because he doesnât reckon his truth is something youâd like to hear right now.
but he doesnât want to lie to you. in the time that you were together, minho never lied to you, not even once, not even over something stupid and insignificant. beside, heâs got a feeling that you would see through his bullshit anyway.
his answer ends up being a sad shrug, then, âitâs life. iâm hanging in there.â
your footsteps slow until you stop completely. this makes him stop too, turning around to look at you with his head tilted to one side, confused.
âitâs not like you to sound so defeated,â you comment.
âwhat?â he asks with a sigh. âitâs the truth.â
âitâs not the whole truth.â
âwhat do you want me to say?â
âi want you to be honest with me,â you tell him, your shoulders slumping just slightly. âi still care about you. i want to know youâre okay.â
minho takes a step closer until heâs right in front of you, the closest that you two have been all night. his body feels the warmth radiating from yours but he has to ball his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and touching you.
âif you really want to know, i havenât been myself since you left.â
guilt flashes in your eyes. it wasnât his intention at all.
you bite your bottom lip, inhale a shaky breath, before you speak, âiâm sorry for leaving.â
âdonât apologize. iâm sorry for driving you away.â
then he watches the tears well up as you look at him. heâs been wondering this the whole night, how you seem so cavalier about it all, how youâre able to speak to him so casually as if youâre just old friends with some shared history, and not as though the wound is still fresh. heâs still bleeding and youâre acting like youâve already healed.
but he sees it now. youâre just as sad as he is, just as miserable. the only difference is youâre better at hiding it, or maybe youâve just had more time to get used to the way it hurts.
is this how you felt in the weeks, the months, leading up to your departure? every time he neglected you, prioritized something else over you, missed every date and overlooked every text message? every single instance where he was too busy for you?
he never wanted to break your heart, but alas, here you are.
he didnât want you to go, and yet, when you felt like you couldnât handle the loneliness anymore, he hadnât stopped you from walking out the door. he gave up, and he gave up so easily.
nothing along the lines of âdonât you dare walk away from meâ, no tearful argument, no explosive and definitive end to your relationship. minho just let your love slip away.
how must that have made you feel on top of everything that he did - or didnât do - to you?
minho has been called every variation of âcoldâ before. to everyone else, heâs callous, rough, intimidating and unapproachable. but to you, heâs kind, soft, gentle and loving. it never mattered what anyone thought of him, as long as you always knew that he loved you, that you saw him for who he was.
but toward the end, what if you saw him how the others did? what if you had deemed him cold too?
the mere thought makes him sick to his stomach.
you sniffle, wiping at your eyes. âyou donât have to say that. itâs in the past now.â
fracture upon fracture upon fracture. minho doesnât know how much more of this his heart can take.
his fingers twitch, and before he can stop himself, heâs reaching for your hands. to his surprise, you let him.
your hands, so delicate in his, so warm.
âi shouldâve fought harder for you,â he says, his voice so small that you barely catch the words at all.
but his eyes⊠he hopes you can see it in his eyes - the regret, the longing, the pain of losing you dimming the light of the stars he holds there.
giving his hands a light squeeze, you say, âand maybe i shouldâve held on tighter instead of letting go.â
âi made you feel like you werenât enough. itâs the worst thing i ever did to you. i understand why you left.â
you try to calm your breathing, because you really donât feel like breaking down in front of him right now. you donât say anything in response; what are you even supposed to say? you told him everything that you wanted to the night that you two broke up. everything that you tried to bottle up for months was laid on the table that night. you watched as he listened to you, watched as his heart broke alongside yours. that was it.
âi⊠iâm sorry,â minho stutters, and for the first time since youâve known him, he looks scared. âiâm sorry. canât we try again? i swear i wonât let you down again. i swear to you.â
âminâŠâ the nickname slips out of habit and for a second there, minho thinks you would say yes. but then⊠âi know youâre sorry. i know we didnât break things off because we fell out of love. but i donât think youâre at a point in your life where i can be the most important thing right now. you may not mean to, but thereâll be things that you prioritize over me⊠and iâm not at a place in my life where i can settle for being on someoneâs back burner either. the timingâs just off. itâs not your fault, life just got in the way.â
minho stares at you, the stars dying out one by one. the hurt is beyond what any word can describe but in a way, he understands. it fucking sucks, but he gets it. he has to accept it now.
he nods solemnly, tracing odd patterns on your palms. then he asks, quietly, âcan i hold you? just for a while.â
please indulge me, he thinks. this is the last thing iâll ever ask from you.
you donât reply with words. instead, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. you two stay there in each otherâs embrace for god knows how long. it couldâve been minutes or it couldâve been hours. you always lose track of time when youâre wrapped up together.
you hold him like he - tough and intimidating minho - is made of glass, and he holds you like he doesnât ever want to let you go.
but he has to eventually.
you untangle yourself from him to find that heâs been crying. the tears on his cheeks catch the light from the street lamps, reflecting like crystals in the night. when you wipe them away, you tell him, âfor once, i was right.â
âabout what?â he sniffles.
âyou really are a hopeless romantic,â you smile, trying to lighten the mood. as much as you can anyway. âi knew youâd prove me right one day.â
minho wants to scoff but his eyes are burning from the tears and his throat feels like it's closing up, so he lets you have this one. the last one, right?
maybe he is a romantic, and maybe itâs only for you. maybe it makes him a little hopeless.
the walk back to yours ends too quickly. but truth be told, even if you had walked together until the sun came up, it still wouldnât have been long enough for him.
you both stand there, two heavy hearts looking at each other, looking for one another.
thereâs no goodbye, only goodnight.
and youâre the one who says it first.
minho returns your sentiment with a choked up voice, a brush of his fingers against yours, and when you finally turn to walk up the steps, his gaze lingers on your retreating figure.
then he calls your name softly. âhey, uhm... iâll let you know if the scarf turns up, okay?â
you turn back with a knowing smile. itâs still sad, but thereâs some faith hidden there.
âi hope it will.â
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Dying Star.
I forgot to name it properly oops!
Also I did indeed cook with this one.
#mouthwashing daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing fanart#mouthwashing#wrong organ#I need this dev to make more horrific games#I need more low poly games that make me wanna cry#please#I need this tragedy#I NEED IT
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oh god oh fuck oh no
nothin. nothin like eating an entire bag of chips in one sitting. again. despite all my eating and digestive problems. making great choices today friends
i feel so sick
#we bought the snacks because i was sad but now im just sad with a weird stomach#im so happy to be alive guys isnt like just splendid! cant wait to wake up tommorrow with 13 assignments due!#i wanna cry.
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I'll lay down at three am and think it's such a win I'm finally going to get to sleep at an ALMOST decent time, and then after laying down for ages, the sun is rising.
#I need a blorbo#I need a fandom#I need a fucking little guy to daydream about#because this shit is not working#my heart hurts from spending so much time with myself#I'm just arguing with myself over and over and over#I can't get my brain to shut off for five fucking minutes#I wanna cry.
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Toji has never once shown his vulnerability towards the scar he has on his lips. He never even talks about them. But you know he is somewhere insecure about it when he stops and stares in the mirror while shaving, green eyes scanning the scar. Or when he purposely rests the right side of his face in his hand so the palm hides it. He thought he was being subtle with it, but you noticed. You noticed how deep down he was scared to even talk about it, let alone wear it with pride. That scar was a nightmare and he hated how it was visible to him, to everyone in the most obvious place.
"Toji?" you cooed from behind, walking into the hall while he was watching TV.
"Yes, baby?"
"I bought a new gloss, and i want to test if it's transfer proof."
"Don't know what that is but c'mere, lovie. Sit on my lap while you do it." You smiled and plopped yourself on his lap. Before he could finally look at you, you pressed your tinted glossy lips at the end of his lips where the scar settled.
he tried opening his lips to catch yours but you didn't really kiss his lips. he was so confused why you were pecking one spot.
*one peck. two peck. three peck. smooches tightly*
"D'ya know? I love this." You ran your thumb over the skin. "It makes me realize how strong you are, Toji. Sooo strong. Please don't hide it. It makes you look more handsome." He couldn't form words. The sudden love bomb opened a can of bad memories. Yet, oddly, he was comforted by your words. For a man so big, he was still weak over you and your love. Because you determined his vulnerability. Which is why your relationship was perfect. He is not the kind of man to be vocal about his issues but you read him like an open book. You understand him before he even has to spell it out.
Toji rested his forehead against yours, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed. God. He feels so in love, it kills him. What would he do without you? Everyone picked his flesh till it was just his heart exposed in the dirt, still struggling to beat. But you found it. Not to pick anymore flesh(there was none left). But to rip open your ribs and keep that heart locked in you forever. Safe and sound.
#this got so sad and cute towards the ending i wanna cry#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fluff#jjk x reader#toji angst#toji fushiguro fluff#fushiguro toji x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk angst
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