#IM PHYSICALLY CRYING

[blazeismyname]

SINCE @rocksanddeadflowers SAID THEY'D LIKE TO READ!! IT'S A TAD EDITED FROM THE NOTESAPP ONE BUT URGH... IT DOESN'T LOSE THE SADNESS...

"L- listen to me Peter-" Jesse sobbed. He gripped his love's face, hand in fair. "Hold on... Please. At least wait until Liz is awake... she would want to say goodbye." Peter leaned into the warm hand of Jeese. "Jess.. Jess... I- It-... I don't want to pass... I want to be there for you.. and Liz... and Nastya... Jonny... You all need me... But-" "Please, Peter. Please... We'll get Carmilla. She'll shave your life. You'll get to be there. You'll get to see the kids grow up... and see Nastya become queen... see the kids get married to their loves like us... You'll get to be there when me and Lizzie are old- and you me and Liz will die together. You're not dying now," Jesse begged. He gripped him tighter and pulled Peter to him, their foreheads touching. "It..." Peter started to cry harder. "It hurts Jess... I- I- Love you... all...." and then Peter went cold in Jesse's hands. "No! NO!" Jesse's shouted, his cries drowning out Lizzie's sleep. She rolled over. "J- Jess? What's wrong? Where's Peter?" "They fucking killed him, Elizabeth. He's dead..." Jesse went silent for a minute. "He didn't want to leave us..." Lizzie processed it for a moment before breaking down. "He- he's dead...? Peter?" Jesse let go of his lifeless love gently and turned and hugged Lizzie. "He has a gash in his chest... they stabbed him... Lizzie, I don't want you to look." "He.. he really is..." She clung to Jesse, a pain being sent through her. A physical and emotional one. "How long was he-" "Only a few minutes. He couldn't hold on long enough to say goodbye to you..." Jesse buried his face in Lizzie's neck. "He said he loved us all though. The handsome son of a bitches last words were 'I love you all'..." Lizzie laughed, only briefly. "Of course it was." "What are we going to do? What the hell are we going to do? They're probably coming for us next... or the kids- Gods, I'll murder someone if they lay a hand on Nastya or Jonny," Jesse hissed. Lizzie pulled him closer. "We'll figure this out later..." She began to cry harder, physical pains piercing her. "Love-" Jesse recoiled, pain being sent through him too. "I'm not going to hear his voice-" Lizzie squeaked through tears. "We're not going to hear his stupidly sweet voice... he's never going to hold me or you again, Jesse." Jesse pulled her closer, their everything being shared and known. The door quietly opened. "Papa? Pere? Mama?" "N- Nastya... baby girl... get Jonny and Carmilla.." Lizzie croaked. "Where is Pe- " Nastya was hit with a flood of emotion. She ran out of the room quickly.

[0yorixu]

etho sketch, don't have time to color cuz then I'll spend hours on it and I won't have time to do my school work that I've been procrastinating on

[sentientsky]

The Quite Nice and Fairly Accurate Good Omens Script Book Depiction of Gay Yearning by Neil Gaiman

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[sorrelpaws]

no offense but i genuinely fear that their potential dynamic will go severely underutilized

[lynxbabey]

posting this to prove to my friend that i, unlike her, am no coward and therefore will post my whispangle doodles to tumblr👍 so what if it was drawn in a moment of weakness. SO WHAT !

[faggyangel]

crowley finds absolution through his love and desire for aziraphale, there is no sweeter innocence than their gentle sin, his love for aziraphale is stronger and more faithful than heaven's devotion to god, he worships him, aziraphale is the last true mouthpiece of god, if god speaks, it's through aziraphale. if there was anything truly Holy, it's aziraphale but crowley is a pagan of the good times, he was born sick and aziraphale is the sunlight, he's the giggle at a funeral, he is the closest thing to Heaven crowley will ever get or would ever want to get. in the madness and soil of this earthly desire, within this love and sin, he is clean and human and holy

[redrobin-detective]

My favorite part of my Adventure Time binge is I pick what looks like the most silly episodic episode with a weird title and a plot that seems pretty open and shut and it goes in the most unexpectedly painful and lowkey horrifying direction that leaves me shook. I expected shenanigans and got an existential crisis instead.

[glaasshouses]

@brybarian - Noah for Liquid Death

[catiuskaa]

i don’t like my mind.

part of the “now playing: mitski!” series

SUMMARY: there was nothing you could’ve said to him to keep hyunjin away from his thoughts. Not on the night of March 20, 2021.

WC: 0.675k

CW: mentions of vomiting, it’s really short but angsty, hyunjin’s hiatus in 2021 is the main plot. (as an oddinary era stay, i can’t grasp how it must’ve felt, so i’m sorry for bringing old memories back. </3)

A/N: ok, shit. as an empath, this was hard to write. talk about a challenge… uf. I’m sorry. please go check out my other works, i am not this depressing in default i swear 😭🫶

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Hyunjin shivered, as he stared blankly at his phone.

The date glowed back, as if mocking him.

“19:54, March 20, 2021.”

It should’ve been a fairly normal late evening for him. But it couldn’t.

Normal had never been a word that he’d use often, but considering his usual routine, no one would’ve called that ‘normal.’

Except that it wasn’t going to be his routine anymore. He sighed.

His room felt colder than usual. He felt colder than usual.

Hyunjin nuzzled the blanket over his nose, and cocooned himself further under it.

He stared at the window, the curtains swaying from the wind that came from outside, but he didn’t mind it. He knew that he was cold because the window was open, but deep inside, he knew that closing it wouldn’t fix his coldness. Or how he felt and empty feeling inside of him, as if it was stuck to his heart.

The blanket wasn’t helping. He kicked it off with a grunt.

Then, his phone chimed. It had been chiming the past five minutes. Maybe ten.

< princess: hyunjin, please

His heart swelled in his chest.

< princess: talk to me, jinnie

< princess: I need to know you’re fine.

He only managed to chuckle dryly, a laugh full of acid, almost poisonus, and that sick feeling scattered all through his body.

...fine?

How could he be fine, knowing that most likely, his life was never going to be the same? How could he be fine, thinking that it could be possible that he really had wasted all of those years for nothing?

He closed his eyes.

Several people had texted him ‘happy birthday,’ but none of them new what it was going to be like.

Painful.

It was like daggers that threatened to puncture his heart and leave him bleeding on the floor, the only culprit being himself and whoever thought it was a good idea to leave him alone in his room, with his thoughts as his only company.

He frowned, and dizzily stood up from his bed, his body hurting from all the stress he had been putting himself to. In his mind, he had to be doing something. He wanted to do something. He didn’t want to keep waiting for the fuss to leave him. He wanted to keep dancing. To keep singing.

He needed to keep living.

The sight of his desk table gave him nausea. He grimmaced at it, his eyes swelling up with tears again.

Cake.

The one Jeongin and Felix had bringed hours ago. The one that they reluctantly admitted that they weren’t supposed to eat because of their restricted diets. The one that they had to leave there just the two of them because the rest of the members had so many things to do that they couldn’t manage to pass by.

The one he hadn’t dared to touch, afraid that it wouldn’t go pass the lump on his throat.

It stared at him. The whole cake. It made a nasty shiver trail up his spine, a sudden need to throw up that made him even more sick.

A stray tear fell down his cheek.

He took the cake with a sudden softness that almost surprised him.

His phone kept buzzing, forgotten, on his bed.

< princess: i’m sure the company will let you come back with them soon

< princess: hyunjin, please

< princess: call me when you see this

< princess: please, hyun, don’t do anything stupid.

< princess: I love you.

But not even your kind words could go through Hyunjin’s mind.

He approached the window and looked down from the fifth floor, finding a trash container next to the building in front.

With a groan, he stared at the cake, at the message over it.

“Happy birthday!”

He sniffed, quickly cleaning his tears up with one hand, as both of them trembled, the other still holding the cake.

And he threw it to the container, watching it crash against its lid despite the plastic cover.

He didn’t want to have a happy birthday.

He wanted his life back.

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~Kats, who is so sorry for this, and who admires all of the stays who had to go through hyun’s hiatus.

[nakajimaas]

can u imagine atsushi celebrating his 21 bday and feeling sad because now he's older than aku was at the time of his death? knowing he will keep moving on, but aku will stay 20 forever? yeah

[iheartjameshetfield]

don’t look at me like that i’ll cum

[books-and-catears]

My thoughts as I read through this text:

Oh. I like where this is going... Please go where I think it's going.

YES IT WENT EXACTLY WHERE I WANTED AGSGEJKQJDKSNSLK-

So you're telling me this man is so silly with charms that they thought Mammon did it! ITS SO FUCKING ADORABLE I-

Also the fact that it wasn't even a love charm. No it was a PROTECTIVE CHARM. An anonymous defensive charm to keep MC safe from curses.

He didn't even brag about it, no he totally forgot. As if looking after MC is just a habit now. It's just second nature.

God his love is so selfless and pure I'm going to cry-

[sickgraymeat]

The most vulnerable we ever see Bonnie she is saying smth like “I can’t even keep ding dang varmints out of my pumpkin patch” and that’s so relatable. It’s silly!!!!!!!!!!! “I lost my hat” is so fucking relatable. Breaking down to the fullest extent you’ve allowed yourself to in centuries because your vampire ex is treating you with more kindness than you’ve ever deserved and you lost your fucking hat. You never ever wanted to be known the way she knows you. Somehow it feels good (and the good feels terrifying) when you don’t have to talk to work together. You want to sleep for 15 minutes and that desire is so unfamiliar that it overwhelms you. You carry little things for her even if you tell yourself you don’t. The red lip balm, the red mug of chamomile, the deep and unending and excruciating love. You feel so much, even if you tell yourself you don’t. You’re so silly and horrible that you’re still silly and horrible even when you cry. We have all been exactly there!!!!!!!!

[gyuville]

no bc i really don't trust people who genuinely think saiki hates his friends. like i get it, saiki does wanna be alone most times. but did they miss the eps where saiki kept an eye on his friends even when they weren't together and helped them?? i mean i could name numerous cases where he puts his friends above all else. i thought we all knew saiki is an unreliable narrator?? 😭 plus his mother did Not raise him like that

[0yorixu]

Desert duo carrying each other, it def looks off but ehhhh

So I did not die while I was on my trip and I got stung by a FUCKING JELLYFISH ON MY RIGHT KNEE WHILE I WAS COLLECTING SEASHELLS