#sad girl hours sorry

[paniniqueen]

Just a tired old cliche…

I’m 23 years old and just waking up to the fact that I will never achieve what I thought I would. The person I am now is so vastly different from that smart and talented 16 year old with so much potential.

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[babygirlblogger]

i feel as if i have a good relationship with no one; not God, not my parents, my siblings, my cousins, my friends, food, education, nothing.

everytime, something goes wrong, i am filled with the thoughts that i am being punished for my sins; for being mean, for being angry and cold.

i feel like a teenage girl captured in the walls of my house with my soul imprisoned from guilt, karma, and regret.

[lycheedr3ams]

angst no comfort drabble that no one asked for

1.2k words

EmotionallyUnavailable!könig x sad!reader

TW: smut, feelings of loneliness, desperation, low self-esteem, fem!reader just wanting to feel loved, some mentions of predator/prey, slight mentions of canon-typical violence

i'm in my feels rn and this idea came to mind actually scratch that, i don't have emotions

part 1 of Relapse

being the new and pretty member of the task force wasn't as easy as everyone thought it was.

your friends would just swoon over the thought of you being surrounded constantly by tall and muscular soldiers whom they were convinced just fell to their knees at your feet.

it couldn't have been farther from the truth.

yes, you were an incredibly skilled member of the team. you were undoubtedly an essential asset, and everyone respected you. but being surrounded by men so often, even though you were definitely a woman with soft curves and plush breasts, you were usually seen as "one of the guys." it didn't matter how pretty you looked when the mission was over, with your perfume on for once, clean hair, and your favorite outfit. yes, you were pretty, but that didn't seem to really get you anywhere.

if anything, you'd been told that you were intimidating. most men had never met such a strong and determined woman such as yourself, a woman who could kill just about anyone she wanted. men wanted someone easy to manipulate, someone soft and pliable who wouldn't question them. you were the opposite of that.

sure, men on base would certainly stare at you when you wore comfy skirts when you weren't on duty, or when you'd put on makeup when you and the task force went to the bar, but that was it: just stares. no secret love letters tucked under your door, no bouquets of flowers mysteriously appearing in your locker, no advances or conversations that made you feel like a woman again. most of the time, you would pretend not to hear as the men around you constantly engaged in locker-room talk about other women on base. it was easier that way, to pretend like you didn't hear it rather than argue with these pigs until you were seeing red.

that was, until könig joined the team. he always looked at you differently than the other men on base would. he would stare at you, but it didn't always feel like that stare that men give when they're undressing you with their eyes. no, his stare was more one of quiet admiration mixed with desire. but like the others, könig never approached you, opting instead to admire you from afar. but you were growing desperate for a man's touch, having had enough of everyone saying "it'll come when you least expect it." so, you decided to try and approach könig every once in a while, trying to strike up an amiable conversation or two. on the surface, it looked like you two were just engaging in social niceties in order to work better on the task force. that was, until one night, that casual conversation led to you lying naked on his bed, with him staring at you like a hungry animal as his breathing grew heavy.

you didn't want to sleep with someone on your team, until könig. you always wanted to keep your relationships with your coworkers professional, but könig was, as cliche as it sounds, irresistible. especially with the way you felt so desired and wanted when his rough hands pawed at your soft breasts, and the way he'd just tremble in excitement when he saw your wet pussy spread and willing for him. it was the way he'd gently touch your waist when he passed you in the hallway, his nonverbal signal saying everything his mouth couldn't. you'd follow him to his room as inconspicuously as possible, your heart pounding with anticipation, knowing that within 5 seconds of stepping into his room, you would feel desired again.

könig would never kiss you though. that accursed sniper hood always stayed on, and he would never budge about that. the only time you felt his lips or his tongue was when he ate out your pussy like a starved man. sometimes, he would lick your neck or your breasts when he was feeling especially needy, but those times were rare. you never pushed him on it, but you knew the desperate look in your eyes betrayed you. but he never budged.

those nights spent under his sweaty, grunting body as he brought you to heaven and back was like a drug that you always needed more of. his hands on your skin made you feel wanted, his hard cock in your warm pussy made you feel desired, and the way he'd gently clean you with a warm, wet towel afterwards made you feel loved. but don't be mistaken: könig did not love you.

there were a fair share of nights when könig would pass you in the hallway without so much as a glance, nights he preferred to spend by himself. you'd watch him walk past you with wide eyes when you didn't feel his touch, and you wondered if maybe he had gotten tired of you. maybe you forgot to shave that day, you wondered, or maybe you didn't put on enough perfume, or maybe your outfit wasn't cute enough or maybe, worst of all, that könig was finding solace in the arms of another woman that night. you never knew what the reason was, but you always knew that on those nights, you would shed a few tears as you lay alone in your bed and just wanted, needed to feel valued.

könig never treated you any differently during work hours, which you supposed you should be grateful for. he didn't give you preferential treatment, and he also was not mean to you. he had a surprising ability to treat you like nothing ever happened between you two on most nights. he knew that he was your drug, but he never took advantage of that. könig was so professional that it made your head spin. how could he look and treat you the same way the next day after being fully sheathed inside you the night before, trembling and praising your pussy in his native tongue? you could've kissed the ground he walked on if he so asked, but he simply acted like you were nothing more than a coworker when you weren't in his bed.

something that always bothered you was that könig always wore a condom. you never got to feel the smooth, warm skin of his hard cock, except for when it was in your mouth. you knew he could see the disappointment in your eyes whenever he wrapped his cock in that accursed plastic, but he pretended not to. despite being inside you in the most intimate way possible, könig always made sure that there was a boundary between you: a boundary of pliable plastic and the fabric of his hood.

you were addicted to the way his hands and cock made you feel desired, wanted, and valued. he took you animalistically most nights and treated you as politely as ever during the day. you finally felt a woman on the nights he took you in his bed. you finally felt like someone saw you as more than a soldier, as just a human woman needing connection. maybe könig did see you like that, or maybe he didn't. you two never talked much in the bedroom. you were too scared to break whatever unspoken agreement there was between you.

despite your unspoken devotion to him, könig never budged with his boundaries or behavior. so you grew accustomed to feeling the drug of his affection only on the nights he decided to graze your waist in the hallway as he passed, and you always pretended like you were truly wanted during those precious moments.

[caprart1]

Thinking about that silver haired guy again, here's a gif so you have something to look at while I yap

At first I was a lil confused by Remake's decision to introduce Sephiroth so early into the plot, considering his first appearance in the original was in the Nibelheim incident. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it's actually kind of brilliant

All throughout Remake, we see Sephiroth as something that doesn't seem entirely human. Something about him is strange and cold, and his character is just shrouded in so much mystery. But with his re-appearance in Rebirth, what we see of him again is a glimpse of who he was before that. We see him as someone warm, encouraging, a little humorous, and most importantly, human. It feels more impactful because already we are familiar with him and the destruction he is capable of, and seeing him as the opposite feels like a loss of what could have been. Something we will never see again of him. I think it helps in understanding and creating a greater emotional bond towards his character, as opposed to the original where it's the first side of him we see

[v88sy]

You know, I don't want to pretend that 8×6 never happened, but I will pretend (at least for now) that it was the last episode. That way I get to choose where they go from here.

[niceminipotato]

Angsty times right now cuz I keep seeing the gifs of Alcina turning into her mutated form because of Ethan.

I keep picturing her handmaiden in the background. She told Alcina where Ethan was. There are tears in her eyes because the girls are gone and everything is a mess and she has no idea what will happen now. So she’s hiding in the back of the chapel as per her lady’s orders. She watches in horror as Ethan stabs her lady on the side.

She’s frozen to the spot, her eyes go wide at the pained wail her lady releases. And then everything really goes wrong. She knows her lady’s mutation is out of control. It’s a safety mechanism. So the handmaiden knows her lady is really hurt.

Cracks appear throughout her lady’s skin and wings sprout forcefully from her back. She bends this way and that in pain. The handmaiden takes a step and her lady’s head snaps to look at her. Her eyes are glowing a deep red. She was about to snarl but her gaze softens.

There’s pain, grief, frustration, longing, and sorrow in her eyes. The handmaiden wants to run to her. She wants to make her lady feel better. She wants to turn back time. To save everyone but she can’t. She’s human, she has no power, she’s weak, she’s nothing. Her lady’s form is shacking from the effort of holding off the full shift.

“Stop.” Her lady’s halts her from going to her. She sounds so unlike herself, her smooth and lush tone gone and replaced by a crackly almost whiny sound.

“My-” the handmaiden tries to protest but her lady interrupts her.

“You asked me what I wanted from life and I couldn’t answer truthfully. It’s too late now but as they say…” she groans out as pain overwhelms her for a few seconds. “Better l-late than never. I think a life with-with my gi-girls and you would have been enough. You would have been enough, draga.”

“Alcina…”

A high pitched yelp escapes her lady and she closes her eyes for a second before looking at her once more. “Good…” she pants and shakes and her wings ripple and more appendages appear behind her. “Goodbye, draga mea.”

With that her lady turns away from her and lets go. She shifts fully into her battle form and bursts out from the side of the tower. And her handmaiden sinks to the ground and weeps because she knows. She knows what happens next. She knows that was the final goodbye. She knows death is the only end and she knows nothing will bring her girls or her lady back.

I’m so very sorry, potatoes. 😣😭

[sillyfunprincess]

How do guys realise you re not happy? I go first, ready? When i dont feel like somebody/ people watching me...iykyk

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie

[good-beanswrites]

Remembering how Futa said in one timeline that there’s no way a woman could beat a man in a fight and got his ass beat. Can you do a crackfic of the girls beating him up for that?

Ahahaha thank you for the request!! This was really fun to write omg -- and well deserved, there was no need for all that in the timeline convo 😤 He was too busy thinking of leverages and forms he failed to consider the fury of a woman scorned..... may he rest in peace......

Fuuta didn’t even know what he did to earn himself an ass-beating.

“Oh, you know what you did,” Yuno said. She closed the cell door behind her. 

Whatever it was, it had managed to anger every woman on the premises. He thought it took a lot to get girls riled up this much – something like cheating on them or calling them names, you know? But without a single action on his part, he found himself facing Yuno, Muu, and Amane. All three had a fire in their eyes that Fuuta was not liking the look of. 

Mahiru had pointed him to his cell, saying Es was looking for him there. She spoke strangely as she did it, and waited awkwardly outside as he went in, but everyone around here was a little odd. How was he supposed to distinguish when people were being murderer-in-a-supernatural-prison weird from setting-a-trap-to-corner-him-in-his-cell weird?

He waved his palms in front of him. “Listen, listen! Let’s just talk, okay? Let’s slow down.”

Muu cracked her knuckles.

Amane began rolling up her sleeves in perfect creases. “You have doubted our abilities. We will make you a believer.”

Fuuta took a few steps back. His voice came out loud and frantic. “What are you talking about? If you’re looking to pick a fight, you better think twice, because I’m not gonna hit a girl or anything.”

“Oh, good!” Yuno’s voice was as bubbly as always as the three closed in. “That will make our job a lot easier.”

He felt his back hit the wall. “I mean it, let���s just talk about this for a sec! Hey!”

Mikoto’s voice came from outside the cell. 

“Mappi? What’s going on in there?”

“Yes!” Fuuta called, “Mikoto! Help! They’re gonna kill me in here!”

“Oh, no need to worry~ The girls are just teaching him a little lesson about not saying awful things.”

“Isn’t this going a bit too far…? What did he even say?”

“Nothing! Come on, get me the fuck outta here!”

“I believe his exact words were, ‘there’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man.’”

Fuuta paled. He did say that, didn't he...

“Oh crap. Yeah, that’d do it. Carry on.”

“Wha–? Mikoto!” 

He gaped at the three in front of him. 

He remembered a hero in a video game who had faced off against an unbeatable foe; a glorious knight who came to understand that he could never conquer the world-razing dragon before him. After giving his all, and seeing his fate was sealed, the hero had no choice. In a manly show of valor, he’d lifted his chin, closed his eyes, and accepted his impending, gory death.  

Yuno's gaze was cold as she raised her arms. Muu had a hungry look in her eyes. Amane clenched her fists, her posture perfect.

It wasn’t a dragon, but Fuuta would argue this was a good deal more dangerous. He lifted his chin and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Get ‘em, girls!”

—

Kotoko approached just as the other girls filed out of Fuuta’s cell. They had giddy looks on their faces. They giggled and whispered in a huddle as they walked around the panopticon. 

“Wow, Muu!”

“Haha, I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“That felt amazing…”

Kotoko didn’t know what kind of game they were all playing in there, but Fuuta was in for a big surprise now. The fun was over. Today was the day she acted out her responsibilities as Es’ fang. Today was the day she delivered justice. 

She swung the cell door open. Her eyebrows shot up. 

Her head whipped around to take a look at the girls, still complementing one another and laughing lightly.

Hell, her work here was already done.

[starryalpacasstuff]

Let's talk about how lonely it feels once you realize that everyone you grew up with hates an integral part of what you are. Let's talk about wondering what goes through your friends' minds when they make crude, insulting jokes while knowing that you're queer. About learning the hard way that acceptance cannot be your default expectation in the world you live in. Let's talk about the horrible game you have to play with every person who isn't openly declaring their hate for gay people to figure out where a person stands on queerness without ever mentioning them. About how you already know what the result will be, but you allow yourself to have a tiny bit of wretched hope every time that you will be proven wrong, only to be proven right every time. About learning to expect the worst instead of the best from people. Let's talk about how people don't even use slurs because 'gay' is insult enough to them. About how tired and alone and pissed you feel. About being exhausted of compromise, compromise, compromise when all you want is to be loved for who you are. About wondering why can't people just let people be. Let's talk about smiling awkwardly and faking laughter at jokes that make you die a little inside. About wanting to scream and fight but knowing that ultimately, it's useless. And let's talk about feeling completely, utterly, helpless to do anything about any of it.

[housederiva]

I just saw a post about how apparently there’s “this ‘big name fan’ blogger on here threatening to deactivate their tumblr because they’re not getting enough likes/reblogs and not making enough money” in regards to Mass Effect…..

I have never been so happy or content with my little island (this sideblog) as I was when I read that post and realized I have absolutely no idea who the hell they’re talking about

I’m just hanging out chilling and every once in a while I see a cool rock (a post) and I pick it up and wave around (queue it) blissfully unaware of the dark shapes (people who have probably blocked me) swelling underneath the depth of the water

Like how there’s a take two of that bioware favorite poll I made last year going around and I had no idea until I got a few asks (sorry for not answering them) asking if I was mad about it! Why would I be mad about it?!? I don’t care! I’m not in control the poll function on tumblr.com nor who uses it!!

Anyways this was a really long winded way of saying thank you to everyone for most of the time not being freaks in my notes on this sideblog whether that be on a post I make or one I rb from someone else

[monkii-bombs]

Also this is an idea I have and am getting super attached to

BAD DOOLE. I just!!!!!!!

[kaidabakugou]

the new girl at one of my favorite bakeries called me pretty this morning and it literally melted all my stress away 🥺

[crybaby-bkg]

I love mythology so much and it’s taking everything in me to not write a full fledge fic about a Cupid and Psyche au omfg

justttttt Cupid Bakugou who is just so, so fucking beautiful. he’s always been recorded by other mortals for being akin to sunlight himself—all golden hues and sharp angles and high cheekbones and massive wings. wings that span as wide as an entire village, that sparkle when the light hits them, loud when they beat to send him soaring into the skies above. but his mouth? his attitude?

everyone always wonders why he was never the god of war, instead. but he’s damn good at his job, with his arrows propped up on his back, swift with discharging them into another stupid mortal who’s fallen for the local towns idiot. but hey, they’re in love, and it’s his job to enforce that love go over well.

and then he sees you—the most beautiful mortal, that you’re even compared to the gods, to his mother. he wants you so bad, if not to treasure and keep you against his side as he travels over the oceans cold waters, than to keep you safe from the vile men who want you as their partner and the disgusting women who envy you for having it all.

omg and the part where he takes you to stay in his palace and asks you not to ever look at his face???? it’s killing him, to wear that mask to your nightly dinners, to be able to look at the soft curve of your mouth when you frown and ask him to reveal himself. to be able to look at how you stare back at him, eyes pretty and furious, frustrated and mad, wanting to go back on the conditions you agreed upon because having to sit across from him without seeing him is absolute torture. I am. vibrating.

[winryrockbellwannabe]

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that's it, thank you for coming to my TEDTalk

[joselandsallee]

Truly heartbreaking 💔

If wishes could bring you back, you never would’ve left. ☹️