#makes me cry

[canigetacupofteaplease]

just finished arcane I'm crying so fucking hard

[codeinesturniolo]

never let this bitch make a edit again.

[fluttershybunny]

I will miss you when you're gone ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

🚫 no kin / id / 'me' tags please as it is slightly uncomfy for me >×<

[i-eat-mold]

He was a kid living in a container he was a kid he was just a child. He was a child and he lived in a cold metal container in a dumpster. He lived alone in a container, a child. Even if he was feared and respected in the mafia not a single person thought “this is a child, living alone in a container in a dumpster, that’s fucked up”. Did no one else think of him as a child? Did they simply think he was a monster? Was he not just a child alone in a cold abandoned dump? Not even mori, who actually saw himself in this little kid? Did he not bother to make him live in a warm home? Eve chuuya got his own apartment. “Nooo but it was probably his choice” yeah since when can you trust the choices of a child who has been alienated by every adult in his life and treated like a monster, when he’s so obviously in pain and alone and needs help whether he likes it or not? I don’t care what he wants to do, hes a child and he needs a home, what the fuck? God, someone give this kid a bowl of soup, hot chocolate and a tv to sit in front of. Someone give him a couch and a blanket.

[mysicklove]

Yuji falls and hit his head so hard that blood is squriting out but because he a 'big boy' and doesn't want to get the two mad he doesn't say anything for about 6 hours until reader and Sukana find blood trail from the backyard up to Yuji room to the kitchen and Yuji is still bleeding. He obviously very light headed. "I didn't want to get you two mad at me." He simply said.

this will make me cry pls dont LMAOOAO

sukuna would be so mad that the boy didnt say anything and you would be soooooo worried. he has to promise not to do it again

but im going to be honest, i dont think he would do that in the first place! whenever he gets hurt, the boy is booking it toward you, dodging sukuna and running into your arms until kiss his wounds and patch him up. makes you hold him for awhile after while you coo about how brave and strong he is :(

[heartstopperthoughts]

The Heartstopper teachers mean everything to me.

[luckiestmushroom]

The absolute irony of Robin’s beliefs being freedom, while Sunday’s are Order, and yet when she intervenes in the final battle, she’s desperately trying to get Sunday to agree with her, take her side, change his views. And it’s Sunday who’s like ‘we are on different paths, that’s how our lives have gone.’ Just really telling that even now after all this time he values Robin’s freedom and her beliefs, even as he’s preparing to enact his own plan. While Robin deep down still wants him to conform to her ideals and come back to her side. This is why they are truly diametrically opposed now because the only way Sunday is coming back to her side is if he totally conforms to what she wants as he did when they were children, and the only way Robin would join him would be to betray what she believes in completely.

[linkbetweenlinksau]

Some legend stuff 🫠

[fizziewhizzel]

Sooo I am absolutely obsessed with What A Soul Can Accomplish on AO3 by @contumacious-arcadia so I drew this for chapter 54!

Enjoy!

[yzzyhee]

sometimes i cry </3

[42uneatenwatermelon]

Its that time of the year again where the only thing on my mind is Wirt's laugh from that frog boat episode

[codeinesturniolo]

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over ⤹˚˖ ♫ ୭ `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

PARING : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

In the quiet, rain-soaked streets of a small town, the echoes of Jeff Buckley's haunting melodies hung in the air, weaving through the lives of its inhabitants. The song "Lover, You Should've Come Over" played softly from an old record player in a dimly lit room, setting the stage for a tale of love, loss, and longing. This is the story of Matt and Y/N, two souls bound together by an unbreakable yet tragic bond.

Matt was a young man with a heart full of dreams and a soul that resonated with the music he adored. His life had always been a series of melodies, each note a step in his journey. He found solace in the strumming of his guitar and the lyrics that seemed to speak directly to his heart. It was during one of his late-night performances at a local café that he first laid eyes on Y/N. She was sitting alone, a book in her hands, her eyes distant and filled with a sadness that intrigued him.

Y/N was a mystery wrapped in an riddle, a beautiful yet fragile being who seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her past was a tapestry of pain and sorrow, each thread a reminder of the battles she had fought and the scars she bore. Despite her struggles, there was a spark in her that drew Matt to her like a moth to a flame. He saw in her a kindred spirit, someone who understood the depths of his emotions and the intensity of his passion. Like if he had been living in grey scale and she was the first thing he had ever seen in color.

As their paths crossed more frequently, Matt and Y/N found themselves drawn into a whirlwind romance, their connection deepening with each passing day. They shared their hopes and fears, their dreams and regrets, finding comfort in each other's presence. Yet, beneath the surface of their love, there lay a darkness that threatened to consume them both. Y/N's struggles with addiction and self-harm cast a shadow over their relationship, creating a chasm that Matt desperately tried to bridge.

Matt's love for Y/N was unwavering, his determination to help her unwavering. He stood by her side through the darkest of nights, holding her close as she trembled with the weight of her demons. He whispered words of comfort and hope, trying to pierce through the veil of despair that enveloped her. But as much as he tried, he couldn't save her from the pain that gnawed at her soul.

Their love story was a symphony of highs and lows, a testament to the power of love and the fragility of the human spirit. Matt and Y/N's journey was one of heartache and healing, a bittersweet reminder that sometimes, love is not enough to conquer the darkness within. As the rain continued to fall outside, the echoes of "Lover, You Should've Come Over" lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the love that could have been.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Matt's life became a delicate balancing act. He juggled his music career and his devotion to Y/N, often sacrificing his own well-being to ensure she was safe. He watched helplessly as she spiraled deeper into her addiction, her once bright eyes now clouded with despair. The nights were the hardest, as he lay awake, listening to her cries for help, feeling powerless to ease her suffering.

Y/N, on the other hand, was trapped in a cycle of self-destruction. She loved Matt with all her heart, but the demons inside her were relentless. They whispered lies, convincing her that she was unworthy of his love, that she was a burden he didn't deserve. She pushed him away, hoping to spare him the pain of watching her fall apart, but Matt refused to leave her side. He held on to the hope that one day, she would find the strength to overcome her struggles.

One fateful evening, as the rain poured down in torrents, Y/N reached a breaking point. The weight of her addiction and self-loathing became too much to bear. She locked herself in the bathroom, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The person looking back at her was a stranger, a shadow of the vibrant woman she once was. Desperate for an escape, she reached for a bottle of pills, her hands trembling.

Matt, sensing that something was terribly wrong, rushed to her side. He banged on the bathroom door, his heart pounding with fear. "Y/N, please open the door!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I love you, and I can't lose you. Please, let me in."

Inside, Y/N hesitated, the sound of Matt's voice cutting through the haze of her despair. She wanted to believe him, to trust that his love could save her, but the darkness was overwhelming. With a final, anguished cry, she collapsed to the floor,

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖^ྀི˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖^ྀི˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

part 2 will be out soon !! maybeee

[theylcveme]

thinking about outer wilds and how equally depressing and hopeful it is

[slaybestieslay946]

ive never read art heist baby and i dont really like jegulus but you best believe i start hyperventilating when i see one of those bloody pink post it notes

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

Azriel is Shadow Moses

[sophiefostersno1stan]

thalia becoming a hunter so she wouldn’t have to be the prophecy but then percy was it and he was like i can’t give that to nico.