#i’m so sad mannnn

[epic-edster]

Juno is getting a Legendary skin before Venture!

[icelogged]

omggg y’all so there was this guy smoking weed in front of a nonsmoking sign at the bus stop, probably zooted out his mind and he either thought i was the most ethereal thing he has ever seen in his life or i was very much in danger. when we boarded the bus his friends were obscuring his view of me and he deadass, not hint of subtlety was craning his neck between them and to the side of them to look at me. i was literally was clutching my rosary and they got off like after three stops also the sweetest little angel children waved at me from their school bus

[caifanes]

got ghosted by accident so no pride parade this year 🚬

[michi-chelle]

i’m so sad ‘cause all the clips i recorded today for my apollo speedpaint are horribly shaky :(

[emmaspolaroid]

I’m so so sad for Denji rn but also oh my god I cannot stop thinking about Asa, poor Asa. Even if she potentially thought about or even wanted to kiss Denji (or anyone for that matter), she isn’t in control. Maybe she briefly entertained the general idea of intimacy after the motorcycle ride. Or remembered how considerate Denji had been at the aquarium, and think maybe kissing and all that wouldn’t be the worst, as long as it was with him.

But this? This absolutely isn’t how she wanted it to happen. None of this is on her terms, and what she actually wants doesn’t seem to matter. She doesn’t get to make choices about her body, what it does or who it hurts, she’s just a vehicle for War. And it’s got to be obvious to her that Denji doesn’t want this either. But he’ll take it because he thinks he deserves it, and Yoru won’t stop. She’ll use both Asa and Denji until there’s nothing left.

Not sure if this is Asa crying, or Yoru, or both. But I feel like it’s potentially Asa’s body reacting to the situation Yoru has once again put her in, that of the predator, of the abuser. All while Asa is simultaneously being assaulted herself.

She promised Denji she’d help him, that she’d save him. All she’s done is hurt him.

thinking about asaden

[lostsyren]

interesting 🤔

https://x.com/obxinfo/status/1864381797376905325

Gonna use this ask to springboard into the entire interview!!

Ohhh rafesofia Bonnie and Clyde typa beat?? Insane. I don’t think this necessarily means she’d be this badass, femme fatale, crime girl, which most people are assuming. I think what Fiona probably saw in their dynamic was the ride or die kind of relationship– like Sofia is with her mannnn, she doesn’t care about his grisly rumours and murderous ties– she loves him!!!

Oh so the writers really didn’t help her out with the character :/ ugh they should just let Fiona write rafe and Sofia’s scenes because she’s asking the important questions here. And this is just testament to what a great actress Fiona is– throughout the whole interview you can tell how much effort and love she put into Sofia (which made up for the lack of it from the showrunners/wrtiers) and I think that’s the reason sofia is so captivating to me! And her playing across Drew is sooo perfect because he has that same ethos for Rafe’s characterisation.

Flirty, coquettish Sofia rip😞I definitely see this in her scenes in s3– like both Rafe and Sofia were exuding charm and flirtation in the party scene and in the morning after scene. But they depart from that massively in s4. Ig it makes sense– Sofia is just a hookup in s3. It’s like both Rafe and Sofia are play acting different roles (rafe being this playboy, suave guy and Sofia being this playful, teasing flirt). But when their bond grows in s4, where they’re in this committed, long term relationship, they become more honest. Rafe is vulnerable, he asks her for help, for advice, he’s sweet, he’s caring. And Sofia forgoes the fabricated confidence of someone pretending to be a kook. She doesn’t need to flirt, she’s got rafe locked down. Hence her “softheartedness” shines through.

And I think it’s so sad that Fiona clocks the fandom– like if Sofia was this provocative and seductive character she’d get sm more hate. People hate to see a confident woman smh. But I’m happy with the Sofia we got too– I think there’s elements of her playful nature there still, but a soft sadness too (which makes sense cuz she’s with rafe– things were for sure not going to be flirty and fun all the time)

Again ride or die Sofia!!! Like that intense love and protectiveness she has over him conveys this “ferocious” spirit. When she scolds her dad for suggesting betrayal, her sticking by him at the party, calming him down– she defends and encourages him. (Which adds to why his comments about her being a hookup and a pogue cut so deep to her– he didn’t defend her when the time came, he lacked that ferocious protectiveness that she gave him in abundance)

YESSS ive said it before– Sofia loves him unconditionally. It’s pure, it’s sweet. She falls for this fairytale romance. Rafe sweeping her up from her dead end job, letting her into his mansion, showering her with love (we see how physical and touchy they are). And I don’t think it’s in the kind of gold-digger esque way– that because he’s rich she’s acting so loved up. I think she looks past his kook exterior rather than luxuriate in it.

Which leads me to my point that, I think Sofia relates to Rafe, she sees herself in him. Like Fiona says, “she’s someone who is kind of on her own…floating between worlds and not quite fitting in anywhere”. Rafe also first that description. We see him change dramatically and drastically across the seasons, flitting between different boundaries. One second he’s with Barry down at the Cut, then he’s off parading himself on Figure 8. He has a different face for everybody– one for the kooks, one for his family, one for Ward, another for Barry. But where Sofia “trusts the people around her and their ability to do well” Rafe does not. His heart is hardened, he’s suspicious, he’s on defence. Both Rafe and Sofia are self-preserving, it just manifests in different ways.

[ninyard]

You are the only valid aftg socmed au creator I've seen tbh. Every single one of your posts are both in character, funny as shit and I agree with them all. Keep up the good work o7

Mannnn thank you!!!! You’re too nice to meeeeee<333

Honestly I’m just so sad I can’t find any good things for making texts because they’re my fave for making in character and funny things. This is me once again asking if ANYONE knows a good text generator without watermarks pleeeeeeease let me know

[seattlekrakenyaoi]

i’m not sure if it’s the bpd or if it’s the end of the season or it’s my meds or if it’s how we’ve been playing but mannnn my vibes have been so tired . my energy is dimmed . kraken lb i love you i hope i’m not giving any weird or sad telepathic beams off

[jrwiyuri]

God.. fuck 😭

I feel like me not seeing any q!slime spoilers rn makes me more worried

[skyblueartt]

Is being single a happy occasion or..?

Ehhh so-so I guess! I wouldn’t really say happy, just different. It’s like, bittersweet and it hurts but also I’m not in the right space for a relationship right now so it feels kind of “freeing” in a way. But it’s also sad ughhh mannnn I don’t know, feelings are no fun

[uwabbittuwabbit]

i am beside myself with grief genuinely it sounds so mawkish to say “i’m heartbroken” BUT I LITERALLY AM god i’m so sad 😭

marc nation we’re in this together.. but please get us out

ALL OF US TOGETHAAAAA HAND IN HANDDDDDD girl I tell you I literally had to WALK AWAY from my computer I couldn’t believe it WE R IN THIS TOGETHAAAAAAA FOR ONE STUPID INSANE MANNNN 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[the1975attheirverybest]

This might start some shit but idgaf. It’s okay for people not to like Taylor Swift. (Myself included) For some anons to ride Taylor’s dick SOOOOO hard is hilarious. Like why are you coming to a 75 blog to talk about Taylor?????? Especially when said blog does not care for her. And to say she is jealous????? HAHAHAHAH wake the fuck up please. I’m begging you to wake up.

Hate to break it to you but the world does not revolve around Taylor Swift.

Hahahaha yeahhhh apparently I’m jealous of Taylor Swift. The delusions of some people.

Idk honestly the some peoples worldview is so sad like they can’t handle disagreement at all and if I don’t agree with them then they’ll find a way to make it so that I’m morally bankrupt and they’re superior lol. Whatever mannnn.

Thanks friend 🩷 careful out there. If the swifties get a wind of you not liking her…oh boy.

[cant-get-no-worse]

mannnn everytime i think i’m over messi not coming back i just get emotional about it again. i think it mostly hurts because i’m still so sad about how he had to leave, it never really should’ve ended like that… like i knkw why he’s going to miami and i get it but :( our greatest club legend should’ve never had to leave the way he did esp bc it rly all came down to our fucked up board

Ah but see what happens is he'll come back in 2024/2025 for one final year because it'll be the tenth year anniversary of our last UCL and well have a great competitive team used to play together and the first season at the new Camp Nou and

[membermentmania]

August 3rd

He leaned back, tilting his head slightly to look at her. “Enhanced senses. They’re more intense when I’m…” He made a face. “Hungry. But even when I’m not, y’know. I still get a lot more input.” 

“Is Stan like you? Or Kyle?” 

“No. He doesn’t know anything.” Bebe felt a small pang of relief. “None of us would ever hurt Wendy.” 

“Thank you,” she muttered, happy to put that line of questioning to rest. “How’d you even become like this?” 

Leo deflated a bit. “I got hit by a truck. My parents buried me in a pet semetary. Y’know. Literally got Stephen King’d.” 

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. 

He shrugged lazily, little dimple making itself known. “Could be worse, I guess.” 

Bebe frowned slightly. “Do you feel guilty? Y’know. About… that?” 

A quiet sigh escaped him. “If you asked me in passing, I’d say no. I do what I have to to survive and I don’t think people should feel guilty for keeping themselves alive.”

Bebe leaned forward a little. “And if I were asking you on a deeper level?” she asked softly. 

“It creeps up on me,” he murmured, eyes trailing up towards the stars. “It’s not some all consuming, ever present thing, but little waves crash in, y’know. Usually when I’m just doing something benign. Like, one minute I’ll be doing laundry or homework. The next I’ll be wiping my tears and trying to breathe through the fact that I can’t wish away the sins of my parents.” An awkward laugh escaped him. “Sorry. That was so much.” 

“No!” Bebe rushed out. “No,” she said, much quieter. “That was… I understand that.” 

He looked over with a sad smile. “I’m so sorry that you do, Bebe.” 

She offered him a shrug. “Sins of the mother,” she responded with a quiet laugh. A small wave of silence crashed over them. “So how does it work?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Kind of a cycle. I eat. I get hungry. I push it as long as I can. Then I eat, rinse, repeat.” 

“What happens if you don’t?” 

“I get dumber. Meaner. My senses go into overdrive. All of the little changes my body goes through as hunger kicks in start to exacerbate. Then I start to decompose. If I go long enough, I go feral completely.” 

She paused, taking it in. Processing. “And then?” she finally asked.

“Kenny or Kyle kill me and bring me back. Not ideal.” 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” 

“‘S okay. I would just run through the cycle without eating but at that point… Y’know. Life wouldn’t be worth living. And I don’t want to die yet.” He paused, looking down at the grass. “I’m not ready,” he murmured. “They forced me back and now I don’t want to let go.”

She glanced down at his hand resting on the bench before taking it, giving it a small squeeze. “That’s okay.” 

-

“Leooooo, my mannnn,” Kenny drawled as he came up behind Leo, dropping an arm over his shoulder. 

A quiet laugh bubbled out of the blonde as he leaned forward against the lunch table, slinking the arm off him. “What’s up?” 

“Nothing, nothing. What’re you doing tonight?” 

“Hanging out with Bebe.” 

“Again?” Kyle chimed in as he took Leo’s other side. Leo jumped slightly, surprised that he actually didn’t hear Kyle at all. Kyle was incredibly hard to pick up on, compared to everyone else, but still. The cafeteria was still empty, there were maybe ten other people in there. 

He laughed quietly. “Yes, again.” 

“You guys have been hanging out a lot,” Kyle noted, not exactly accusatory. 

“Is there something going on?” Kenny asked, extremely accusatory. 

“No,” Leo responded with a chuckle. “I just like hanging out with her.” 

“And she really likes hanging out with you,” Kenny responded playfully. 

Leo’s stomach twisted slightly. “Did she say something?” 

“No, but your face is giving you away,” Kyle chimed in with a small smirk. 

“Oooo are we talking about Leo’s crush on Bebe?” Stan asked as he walked up. 

“I don’t have a crush on her,” he responded flatly. 

“So you’ve been hanging out with her over us and it’s not even a romantic thing?” Kenny pouted. “Do you like her more than us or something?” He batted his lashes, puppy dog eyes on full display. 

Leo shrugged lazily, biting back a laugh. “Well, y’know, I figured I’d give you and Kyle some time to recover from your divorce.” 

“Hey!” Kenny shouted. Kyle smacked the side of Leo’s head. Laughs started to bubble out of him and Stan as Kyle started to blush, grumbling about there being no divorce to recover from. Stan shot Leo a small smirk, looking about as proud of him as he felt proud of himself. Kyle and Kenny were in a much better place now and he couldn’t help but be happy about that. They deserved that. 

The cacophony of noise continued to grow as Leo tuned it all out. He lost himself in the conversation as Cartman walked up, droning on about the historical ramifications of art school simply existing. But just like every day, his eyes trailed over the second he smelled a very specific combination of cinnamon and shea. 

She wore a simple red tank top and a pair of denim jeans. Long blonde coils were pulled up into a ponytail with a matching red scrunchie. “You’re staring,” Kenny teased quietly. 

“I know,” Leo murmured, not taking his eyes off her as she sat down. Deep green eyes immediately met his. She put a hand over her mouth, covering up a laugh, before smiling at him.

Are we still hanging out tonight? she mouthed. 

He responded with a nod, his own smile appearing when she smiled again. His smile wouldn’t fade as he turned back to the conversation unfolding in front of him. He really liked hanging out with Bebe. They easily navigated past the initial weirdness of their friendship and now everytime he got to hang out with her, he couldn’t help but be happy. 

-

Leo was upside down, hanging off the side of Bebe’s bed. Her legs were draped across his. He glanced over to see her tapping on her phone before tossing it to the side. She glanced over, small smile pulling at her lips. “What do you want to go to school for, if you get to? Y’know. Or just do in the future?” 

He let out a quiet hum. He liked doing this with Bebe. Instead of letting things unfold, they’d resorted to asking each other any and all questions they could think of as they came. “Economics, probably. But in the same breath, if I get a future, I just wanna be happy. Don’t really care what I do, y’know?” She nodded. “What about you?”

“Doctor or NASCAR, no in between.” 

A laugh bubbled out of him. Neither of those fit, but somehow, they fit perfectly. “Do you even have a license?” 

“Hey, now. Not having a license and not being able to drive are two totally different things,” she scolded playfully. 

A quiet laugh escaped him. “Fair. How do you cope?” 

“Ooo. That’s a big one.” He nodded, the action throwing him off slightly considering he was still upside down. She gave him a sad smile. “I don’t think I do, really. Just kinda accepted it as a part of my life ‘til I can get out of here. And when it gets bad, I just try to ignore it, I guess. You?” 

“I try to be kind,” he said quietly. 

“You don’t have to.” His eyes left her ceiling, traveling back over to her. He squinted at her slightly. She mirrored the action, prompting him to sit back up.

“What do you mean?” 

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me, I guess. Y’know, I like sharing everything with you. Maybe it’s different, cause no one else really knows about me. But, like, you can share the ugly stuff with me too. I’ll still think you’re kind.”

“Thank you.” A small smile crossed his face. He liked being close to someone like this. Kyle and Kenny were his best friends, but this was different. He didn’t tell them everything because he couldn’t. But he actually felt like he could tell Bebe everything. She made him feel secure. “I like sharing everything with you too.” 

“What was your relationship like with your parents? Before everything.” 

“Worse than it is now,” he responded flippantly. 

Bebe frowned. “How could it-” He gave her a sad smile. “Oh.” She reached out, giving his hand a small squeeze. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright. I kinda like being alone, all things considered.” 

“Do you like being alone or is it just safe?” 

“Think it’s a little early for a big question like that,” he teased. A laugh bubbled out of her before she shot him a look. He shrugged. “To be determined, I guess. What was yours like? Before everything.” 

Bebe offered him a lazy shrug. “She didn’t really pay much attention to me unless she had to. Hasn’t really changed much.” He placed his free hand over the one holding onto his and squeezed it before letting himself fall backwards. 

“You deserve better.” 

“Could say the same about you.” Leo let out a small hum of acknowledgement. “How’d Kyle wind up the way he is?” 

Leo frowned slightly. “He had a bit of a breakdown. When we were younger. He’s good at hiding it. And managing. But I think he lost a piece of himself he didn’t even get to know yet.” 

“That fucking sucks,” she muttered. “He is good at hiding it though. Is he, like, okay?” 

“Most days, yeah. But the bads are bad, y’know.” 

“I get that,” she murmured. “You love them a lot, don’t you?” 

He could feel her heart rate pick up just the tiniest bit. “Course I do. I wouldn’t have made it without them. What aren’t you asking me?”  

She lifted up one of her legs, lazily smacking it back down. “Not fair,” she noted. 

Leo laughed quietly. “Not my fault. You’re too easy to read.” He glanced over when he felt it. Little spurts of rose danced across her cheeks. 

“It’s a stupid question.” 

He hummed. “I don’t think stupid questions exist.” 

There was a pause. Bebe was generally confident. He’d never seen her have to actually talk herself up to things. But every now and then with him, she really seemed on the fence about asking him certain things. It was something Leo found really endearing about her. “Do you have, like– still have, human emotions? Like, all of them or whatever?”

He looked back at her. They plunged into a tiny bout of silence, prompting her to look at him. His lips quirked up into a small smile. “I’d like to think so, yeah. Do you?”

“I think…” She looked down at her hands. “I think so. But I also think I’m bit more emotionally constipated than I’d like to admit, if I’m being honest.” 

“Wanna delve into that?” 

“Not really.” 

“That’s okay too.” 

“Do you believe in the soul?” 

“Thought it was my turn.”

“We’re kinda shit at keeping track,” she responded with a laugh. 

“I know we have souls.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Kenny dies a lot on account of his curse. I’ve kicked it a few times. We go somewhere.” 

A hand wrapped around his. “What’s it like?” 

“Do you think science and religion coexist?” 

“I thought follow up questions were allowed,” she defended. 

“Fine. But then I have one.” He looked over to catch a glimpse of a smile. “You sure you won’t get scared?” 

“Is it worse than here?” 

“Sometimes. But y’know. We have personal connections to what goes on above and below. So we’re spoiled, in a way.” 

“We?” 

“Well, me ‘n Ken, course. But also most of South Park. The rulers of the afterlives seem to have a bit of a soft spot for this place.”

Bebe let out a quiet hum. “What about where you go?” 

“Most all of us go to hell. But again. We’re spoiled. Down there’s kinda the same as up here.”

She barked out a laugh. “So that’s what waits for us after all of this shit?” 

“Yeah.” “And still, you try to be kind.” Her face softened. “Nothing changes and there’s no reason to be guilty, but you still feel guilty.” He looked at her absolutely gobsmacked. “That’s so very human of you,” she whispered. 

His stomach fluttered and his gaze darted back up to the ceiling. “But I’m not.” 

“Maybe. But you’re a person.”

He ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t deserve to be seen the way Bebe seemed to see him. “Tell me about Tweek,” he murmured. 

“What about Tweek?” 

He shot her a small smirk. “If I recall correctly, you said he’s the boy version of you?” he asked playfully. 

“Off limits.” 

“Figured I'd try,” he drawled.

She laughed. “Tweek has secrets that aren’t mine to share. And you’re going to know if I’m lying to you.” She made a face. “And I don’t want to lie to you,” she said much lower. 

He swung himself back up, nudging her side. “What was that?” 

“Nothing,” she got out with a laugh. 

“You sure?” he teased. 

“Not a thing.” She sat up, now very close. “Wanna go get ice cream?” 

“What time is it?” 

She lazily checked her phone. “They close in an hour.” He picked up her legs, laughs bubbling out when she started laughing, dropping them on his side. 

“Whatever you want.” 

-

“I don’t have a crush on him!” 

“Whatever you say.” 

-

“I don’t have a crush on him.” 

“Uhuh. Right.” 

-

“Wendy, I swear, I don’t have a crush on him.” 

Wendy shot her a small smirk in response. “Okay.” 

-

“I don’t like him like that.” 

“I didn’t even say anything this time!”

She was making a face. 

-

“I-”

-

“-don’t-” 

-

“-like-”

-

“-him!” 

-

Wendy walked up to their lunch table, offering Bebe a playful smile. “So, are we still in denial today? What does this make…” She looked down at her watch, shooting Bebe a teasing smirk. “Day forty five of being in denial?”  

Bebe braced her arms on the table before dropping her head on top of them, relenting. “I like him,” she breathed out with defeat. 

“WHAT?!” 

Bebe looked up, making a face. “Voice lower,” she pleaded. 

“It’s packed in here,” Wendy defended. “No one’s paying attention.”

[fleshmetal]

I just spent like five minutes straight brushing my teeth at 11:30 pm bc I am so anxious abt my teeth bc like. For the past ~4 years I have been so incredibly swamped by depression (I stopped showering regularly for a while, constantly rewearing unwashed comfort clothes, losing track of my oral hygiene etc). So like. My teeth are kinda mid rn. I got my braces off after three fucking years a few months ago and the orthodontist told me I might have like. The beginning of a small cavity. And it freaked me the fuck out bc my entire life I’ve never had a cavity and as a little kid I was so hellbent on hygiene all the time and even tho I lost track of it it still freaks me out when things aren’t visibly clean n shit. And I was like. AUGAGHGGH FUCKKK WTFFF. And like she told me to go to the dentist (which I keep desperately trying to get my parents to organise to no fucking avail bc they can’t do shit if I ask them to do anything ever) and my New Years resolution is to fix up my shit with all that but I’m actually like serious about it. I don’t wanna fuck up my teeth mannnn that’s like an actual major fear for me bc it just always has been???? That and eyes ig. And idk rn I’m just rly anxious about my teeth. I’m trying rly hard to get a proper and fully consistent schedule back on it but I’ve been so stressed and busy and tired and drowning in school and it all just keeps getting in the way of my brain and doing something actually good for once. I’ve decided to set twice daily timers now to try and get a routine up and running better. I hope it works. I think it might be the ol autism making it a struggle bc it’s so difficult for me to get things out OR IN to my daily routine. I’m kinda just pissed and scared at this point. And I’ve had such a shit week this week I won’t get into it but god it was shit. And I forgot to take my meds this morning and I got my “why are u here I have he in my bio” evil time today and I’m just sad and anxious and ready to cry again for no reason I’m so fucking tired man. What the fuck am I rambling on about I’m leaving goodnight

[ionlyseeu]

I am such a little fool

Like I used to be so easy for myself to manipulate but not anymore and it’s so sad because I wanna manipulate myself to be a skinni queen

But also I can try delude myself and romanticise D all I want but mannnn I just don’t love him

He’s no art deco and that’s unfortunate

Aaaa he’s not the man Lana write song about yk

But I know the men Lana writes art deco about ahahahahha

And my god have me. Have me K I’m fucking yours