#please this is so sad lowkey

[kokiri-clori]

Aww she is defending Time. 😢 I would too, don't talk down on the hero of Time, Legend. They have no idea of his struggles. 😭

Fairy boys

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[cillianslvt]

when you feel the cillian hyperfixation waning

[arsonisticartichokes]

Sad 3AM MHA thoughts: Izuku in his second and third year sitting on the sidelines having to sadly watch all his friends participate in the yearly sports festival while not getting involved himself cause he doesn't wanna use up any of his remaining embers aodnsobdeksjos

[losver07]

I WROTE SOME WOLSTAR YAYYY (idea from this post)

tw: religious trauma, internalised homophobia & mild swearing

But What If

“Moony?”

He lays in the silence for a few seconds, part of him hoping he was heard, part of him wishing the darkness would swallow him whole.

“What is it?,” comes the answer, muffled by the sound of bedsheets ruffling with movement. Remus is now looking at him, face pale in the moonlight. He takes a deep breath.

“What if they're right?”

The werewolf furrows his brows, still half-asleep and confused. For a second, he thinks he might be talking about quidditch, or something related to one of their classes, but he doesn't find anything mildly coherent, so lets Sirius speak.

“Who?”

“The muggles,” he whispers back, letting his gaze wonder anywhere but the other boy's face. Right now, he can't bear to see Remus and talk to him at the same time without completely breaking down. And he doesn't want that. “What if there is someone up there? Not God, just... someone. Something.”

Remus, now aware of what's about to come, sits up on the bed and casts a silencing spell. He still whispers, however, when he asks:

“Does that scare you?”

Sirius closes his eyes, trying to distract himself, like one would from a bleeding wound.

“It shouldn't, shouldn't it?”

Remus forces himself not to give him a lecture, not to tell him about the church convincing its members trough fear and torture, about the inquisitions and persecutions. He figures Sirius already knows everything he needs to know. He's seen the books on his nightstand.

“It's okay to be worried,” he tries. Sirius doesn't buy it.

“Yeah,” he laughs, the volume of his voice rising along with his sarcasm, “especially if you've broken, like, every single fucking rule good people are supposed to follow.”

“But you love breaking rules,” Remus smiles, trying to ease the tension. “It's what you do, you can't be blamed for it.”

“But what if I can? What if these rules actually matter? What if I deserve to be punished?”

That's when Remus realises, he actually believes in what he says. He's not scared it might be true, he really thinks it is, that some day he will have to face everything he's ever done wrong, and deal with the consequences.

“You don't.”

The problem, he recognises, is that even though Sirius is an angel directly descended from heaven, in the mirror of his mind he sees a demon.

“No, you don't,” he insists. “If they are right, I will die and go to hell and you will go to heaven and I won't be able to see you again. They won't even have to torture me, I'll just be left alone on a corner thinking about you, and it will be enough to make me regret everything I've done, to everyone.”

He's crying now. They both are. Each one staring at a different point in the bed curtains, trying to make their breathing sound even.

“Padfoot...” Remus whispers. He wishes he could hug Sirius, but doesn't reach out. He can't.

“I don't want that, Moony,” the long-haired boy says, with a voice as thin as a thread.

“I know,” Remus answers. “It's okay. That's not going to happen, okay?”

He's not sure he believes it now. But he has to. He needs to.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius whispers, voice wet with tears.

“It's fine,” he keeps promising, and finally finds the courage to lay back down, next to Sirius, and pull him into a hug.

“I'm so sorry, Moony...” Remus hears as he buries his face in a sea of black curls, brushing against his cheek to remind him where he is, to make him forget about what could come after this. He is here, they both are. And that's enough for now.

“Me too,” he says. His shoulder is getting wet with the salty tears of a pair of sea-blue eyes, and he thanks whatever God is seeing them for it. He's grateful he can cry now, he can hug and he can worry and he can love. He's glad he's afraid of losing this, because otherwise he may not try as hard, feel it as much as he does now.

And that's good. That's the only good that matters.

“I love you,” Sirius sniffs, holding on to Remus as if he were about to lose him. And maybe he is. Maybe they'll lose each other, but for now they have the chance to fear together. And that's enough for now.

“I love you too.”

[sleepinginmygrave]

tumblr i miss you ☹️

[astraeajackson]

wait wait WAIT. I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED BOTH TRILOGIES YET BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME THERE'S GONNA BE AN EVAJACKS HOLIDAY BOOK AND A NEW JURDAN-CENTRIC BOOK COMING OUT AND HOLLY AND STEPHANIE HAVEN'T FINISHED WITH THEM YET???

AHSDHHDHDHDJSJSJS

[jubburb]

SatoSuguᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Looking at the stars ✮

(Lives/afterlives)

From time to time, although not that often, Satoru and Suguru would go stargazing. They're too busy living out the best of their ( ), just being in each other's presence.

It's been far too long since they had this much peace, considering they were on opposing sides. But now, they finally have what they wanted, what they needed the most.

"It was lonely. You know that, right Suguru?"

"You gave me too much free will Satoru, of course I know. But I won't say I regretted my actions, knowing fully well it's too late."

He stated, looking at the stars.

"Don't blame yourself Satoru."

The time they spent talking, Gojo was looking at Geto, his eyes full of pain, regret, and guilt.

He turned to the sky, the comets and stars shimmering. The moon was especially pretty today.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Gojo smiles, knowing Suguru knew what he meant.

"It truly is beautiful.."

...

"Me too."

He finally looked at him in the eye.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.── .✦

✮⋆˙You can fill in the blanks with lives/afterlives. This is leaning towards more where they are already dead, living in the afterlife. But if you want to read it as if they are still alive, then go for it.

-Jღ

The ways in which you talk to me, "sugudu" have me wishing I were gone, "SAT OR OOO" - C's shenanigans..

[acedavestrider]

ooooooughhhh biting and maiming and tearing and scratching and killing and bleeding and

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

liking south park (and having a BLOG or other account for it thereby engaging in fan art and fanfic) and then acting like you’re on a moral high ground for openly proclaiming your hatred of kyman and its shippers is like being in hell and saying well im better than that guy because he did something worse than me to get here!! like. who gives a shit we’re all in the same hellscape can we please play NICE with each other??? good god i know our favs are fourth graders but that doesn’t mean we have to act like literal children too

[desireelovesyou]

im scared that if i get better no one will acknowledge im sick anymore

and then when i get bad again, everyone will leave me

even the thought of being left behind is making me spiral sooo bad fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

also tagging these vents is actually grounds for turning myself into a ceiling decoration

[grahamcarmen]

I just want Carmen back in charge of her own destiny

no strings attached

[fangirlamongstotherthings]

Guess who just figured out how to properly look through the will of the many tag here on tumblr???

Anyways there’s more of us than I thought in this wee little fandom, which makes me very happy

[moonsavior]

Ahaha oops I broke my own heart by finishing the Shooting Stars myth 🌟 🥲

[aheavenscorner]

Another healthy dose of sad botw Zelda... give this girl a hug immediately por favor

Zelda could only wish that he had been born the king's son, and not her. Perhaps, then, he would have somebody he could be proud of.

— Omens of a Future Past

[leverage-ot3]

now taking girlfriend applications because I’m lonely