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babafingobabafingo · 6 days

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#dark vibes #nap #but sad #witch #putri #bratworship #vera tag #color gif #romnia

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horrornightmarethings2 · 8 days

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#my dumb face #jyp twice #i'm in love #but sad #irene meier #resting #dinah jane #know thyself #kpop fanart #poem

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goldetrash · 10 months

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Nightmares (LMK Comic/storyboard/fake screenshots?)

Content warning: Blood, character death, sad monkeys

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answer2jeff · 3 months

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from velcro to bunny ears — carmen berzatto.

warnings : mentions of emotional neglect ?? distant relationship from siblings. not an x reader.

a/n: i wrote this in 20 minutes please excuse me if there are any typos..

I have a feeling Carmen always had trouble with the milestones other kids his aged reached.

Mental math, riding a bike—it all came to him much slower than he was ever comfortably able to admit. Kind, but not smart. Polite, but not friendly. Creative, but not handsome. Imaginative, but not funny.

He's been this way for as long as he can remember, occasional dabbles in art and his passion for culinary being the only part of himself he could be sure would be seen as the best of the best, even if he didn't truly believe he was quite at the epitome of perfection.

Shoelaces.

Fuck, were those the bane of his existence at just 7 years old. Stupid Velcro that made a tearing sound that was similar to a bloodcurdling scream.

He'd been wearing shoes with Velcro strips, or short laces that purposefully looked tucked and didn't require tying, since he could walk.

Jesus. Carmen never even learned how to tie them. Asking anyone, even his mother, was simply too much to ask. Instead, he would insist that Velcro shoes were okay, and he wasn't too old for them.

Until Uncle Jimmy came to visit during the summer of 1998.

Mikey, barely 16, was out with friends for the weekend, possibly getting drunk on beaches and rolling joints on the roofs of parking garages. And 11 year old Natalie was celebrating her classmate, Ashley's, 12th birthday. Rollerblade hockey was the new craze. Why wait for mucky fishponds and vast lakes to solidify and freeze over in the dead of winter when you could just go across the street and bust your ass on the concrete instead?

It wasn't necessarily Carmen's idea. Cicero, being the overbearing babysitter he'd become due to Donna's negligence, couldn't handle seeing his poor little nephew cooped up in the tiny upstairs bedroom riddled with hand drawn artworks plastered on his walls. It wasn't right. Summer was for bruises and scabs that would be forgotten about with the booming sound of fireworks and taste of sugary popsicles dripping down your arms.

"Why don't you go hang out with the kids across the street, Bear?" Cicero asked him. Carmen picked his little head up from his sketch book and looked out the view of his window.

He only shrugged.

"They're playin' rollerblade hockey. Your brother Mikey fuckin' loved that, y'know? When he was your age, I mean. Give it a shot, eh? Might be nice kids."

The Raymondville's. Carmen didn't know much about that family. He didn't know they were nice, or played rollerblade hockey like his older, therefore much cooler, big brother. All he knew was that they were also older, therefore much cooler than him too.

That's all that mattered anyway. But he had this tendency to follow in his brothers footsteps. With Jimmy's rare visits and Donna's unpredictable and equally scarce moments of wanting to be an actual tender and caring mother, Mikey was the closest thing to a reliable adult he ever had. Natalie was too busy spending every moment she could out of the house until she'd come crawling back to Mom, who would only scold her for ever wanting to leave in the first place, to notice how perfectly Carmen blended into the wallpaper.

A happy house.

Rollerblade hockey sounds fine.

After a dig through the attic and rummaging through a box of old sports equipment—low and behold lied the skates. Black and turquoise. Mikey's favorite colors. The 4 wheelers were a little intimidating, but Carmen faintly remembered spending a week with Aunt Lisa and learning how to at least stroll down the sidewalk of his cousins neighborhood.

"Go on," Cicero gave a gentle push to Carmen's small and trembling shoulders, leaning back on the front porch to carefully watch his nephew try and be an active member of society from a distance. His little blonde curls blew in the evening wind, the humidity from earlier in the day still weighing them down. His hands shook vigorously which were tightly gripping a pair of Mikey's old rollerskates.

A jumble of "hi's, my name is," and "can i play's," fell out of his quiet mouth. They were met with nods from the 5 boys, easily ages 9-12, the oldest being 13. But this was only after shared glances and shrugs of discomfort were shown. The Raymondville's had never seen this fragile little kid in their lives: short and skinny. But they knew the Berzatto's. They knew cool Mikey and pretty Natalie—but not average Carmen. A breath of relief washed over Carmy, and he sat down on the fluffy and bright green grass to remove his white lace-less sneakers and shoved his feet into the slightly too big skates.

The straps snapped down easily. But those damned laces, thick and white with little black stitching, taunted him. He swallowed.

Carmen simply tucked them in, his stomach queasy at the feeling of the plastic aglet's poking his feet.

He stumbled a bit, but he secured himself as he remembered to bend his knees just a bit. It wasn't all too different from skating on the ice in mid-January. Except now it was mid-June, and every wheel could easily catch itself in the bumps and cracks of the old streets of the neighborhood that hadn't been patched in years. But alas, the laces came loose, and one had caught right in the metal bolt of the wheel and zipped right around it, knocking little Carmy off his feet and onto his bum.

Tears immediately pricked at his waterlogged eyes when he looked around just to see everyone had already started the 5th game of the day without him.

Uncle Jimmy simply sighed and beckoned his hand toward himself, shaking his head in pity rather than surprise. Carmen's shoulders shook with silent sobs as he held his skates in one skinny arm and his sneakers in the other. He couldn't even wipe the snot that pooled from his nose or the consistent tears that streamed down his cheeks and soaked his t-shirt.

"Jesus," Cicero swore under his breath, leaning forward "Nobody ever teach you how to tie your shoes, Carm?" he raised a brow, carefully taking his nephews Velcro shoes and setting them down on the porch beside him. At 7 years old, with a one sibling being 12 and the other being nearly 16, one would expect he could tie his own shoes. He couldn't tell which question was greater: how he hadn't learned through observation, or why he never just asked?

"N—no," Carmen hiccuped, wiping his eyes and taking a seat down beside his uncle. He carefully watched as Cicero went through step by step instructions of the 'bunny ear' method. The little boy was mesmerized by the simplicity of the loop Cicero wrapped around his thumb, pulling it into a tight and secure bow in such quick timing. He never forgot after that day.

Sometimes he still mumbles "wrap around the coop, push through the loop," as he ties the laces of his white Nike Cortez sneakers before going on his 3rd soul searching and ultimate sensory seeking 15 minute walk of the week.

"Bunny ears," Uncle Jimmy said to Carmy.

And 'bunny ears' he did.

tags : @lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber @sexyyounglatinoboy @febris-amatoria

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto blurb #i need to see more posts like this #just talking about carmen #and his childhood #carmen berzatto headcanons #the bear #cicero the bear #uncle jimmy the bear #natalie berzatto #mikey berzatto #ugh this blurb is so cute #but sad

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burningvelvet · 5 months

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i see lord byron has been editing percy shelley's wikipedia page again

#they didn’t have to roast him like that #funny #but sad #but funny #this is sadder knowing he envied byron’s fame & then hated himself for it omg #& it appears byron either didnt know OR chose to not mention it due to awkwardness #torturing myself by reading about how shelley tortured himself #percy shelley #lord byron #literature #english literature #poetry #literary history #history #the romantics #romanticism #romantic literature #byronposting #percy posting

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violetspark14 · 5 months

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hi um can you do mcpriceley angst. thank you

dreaming of him

#i love drawing angst sorry not sorry #my art #the book of mormon #connor mckinley #elder mckinley #kevin price #elder price #(but hes only implied)#mcpriceley #but sad

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soahbee · 27 days

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Right person wrong time? Maybe that's we are.

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eidolons-stuff · 1 year

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*Thing finds Wednesday in the forest*

Thing: *signs annoyedly* "I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE"

Wednesday: "Why?"

Thing: *signs* "BECAUSE YOU NEED TO GET YOUR ASS BACK TO ENID RIGHT NOW"

Wednesday: *concern in her voice* "Why? Is she hurt?"

Thing: *signs* "No. But she's heartbroken"

#awww #just #ahhhhh #this is cute #but sad #but cute #thing better make this all right #i mean #it is thing's fault to begin with #so #wednesday #wednesday addams #thing #wenclair #wenclair cult

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taco-belle-of-the-ball · 2 years

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#Cheers to the duffers for at least letting me capitalize on this meme #stranger things #will Byers #mike wheeler #ig I’ll tag it #byler #but sad #lmao

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tai-janai · 17 days

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he had a bad dream (based off that post about cheated's fears but also the ask i got about hunted and cheated)

#trauma boyos :3 #both are surrounded by people constantly #itd suck if any of those people left :(#he got the mom friend override when he saw panicked hunted #huntcheat #but sad #stp voices #the voices #voice of the cheated #oh he lives in a cave btw

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ruelin024 · 2 months

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Sans realizes the change of timelines a little earlier than expected as memories of the other realities flood in.

And all the Monsters are back into the Underground, back to the very beginning, clueless, as if nothing ever happened.

Every time I replay Undertale after going through the pacifist end route, all to relive the good times with my own hands.

I feel both happiness and guilt. (っ- ‸ – ς)

I do believe after finishing the game with the good freedom ending, they have their own lives up until the player reopens the game and destroys/interrupts it.

#undertale art #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #undertale #reset #i'm sad #but happy #but sad #reliving my childhood #i’m conflicted #i love undertale #ruelin024art

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queenielacy · 4 days

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Judgement Day group hug was so wholesome

#but sad #they’re a family #wwe #wwe raw #the judgement day #judgement day

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oobbbear · 2 years

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I smell angst

Where. Moon was worryingly circling through the aquarium, while Sun was fidgeting in the front of the glass closest to the door. Where. Sun turned and watched with concern how his brother crushed into the glass with full on speed. Instead of stopping, he continued his search, even though his forehead was bleeding. Where. Sun hurriedly swam to Moon and tried to stop him to watch how bad the damage was. Moon tried to brush off his brother. Where. The door opened and someone entered. The two of them turned to the door, holding their breaths. Not them. Someone else.

"Come here, 's time to eat" one of the handlers came up to the aquarium, the bois moved the opposite way, baring their teeth in threat. "come on, it's been days since you last ate... Ah, here they go again" the handler sigh debating on dumping food or not. Last time they did it, food just started dissolving. The two of the bois are stressed. It makes sense. They used to have one handler all the time and when they... since the accident... This is a lot of stress for everyone. Everyone's grieving. No one knows how to say to the fish duo what happened to their handler. No one has the heart to say that they'll never be coming back. Giving one last sad glance, the handler left.

Moon moved from Sun's hold and started swimming around again. Where. Sun hugged himself. Where are they?

Man why-

This is amazing writing but whyyyyyyahh