#i feel sad

[tooshyy]

I love the concept of cuddle. Soft touching. Head scratches. Warm blanket. Tight hugs. Eye contact. Cozy space. Cute giggles. Neck kisses. Comforting silence. Peace.

#i want cuddles #i miss cuddles #i miss being pulled close #i miss everything #i feel sad #:( sad #i don’t know why #i miss being touched #:(

[nightgoodomens]

Every time I see that picture of sad Crowley in episode 1 I just… urgh. He’s so bloody tired. He’s so done. He’s just trying his best and it’s never enough.

It’s the difference between it and the last episode. There is a little bit of anger there in the last one. Not just sadness.

And I think it’s because when Aziraphale shoves him away for Gabriel, he’s angry and then just becomes sad. So sad that even Gabriel would be prioritised over him. But when after everything, Aziraphale wooing him all season, everyone seeing it, Crowley finally seeing it and actually confessing to him… what he gets back is that he will never be accepted by Aziraphale unless he’s the way he wants him. An Angel. Not Crowley.

And I can’t imagine how absolutely devastating that had to be. There’s always someone or something else. He’s never enough. He’s never the priority. You’re the bad guys, he says to him after everything he’s done for them. A demon who would have done everything for him, and did, is still not good enough to even beat Gabriel. Or Heaven. Worse, he gets told he need to go back and be like them to have a chance with Aziraphale.

So he thinks that Aziraphale never truly loved him. He just wanted that made up creature he created of him. A pure perfect Angel.

Not Crowley.

#I feel sad #from his POV it’s just absolutely devastating #good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

[multicolour-ink]

I've just been made aware of the news that Charles Martinet is retiring from voice acting.

Yes it is very sad. But it was inevitable. The man is much older, and I think the evidence started as early as Luigi's Mansion 3, where Luigi clearly sounds much more different. People were saying Charles was getting older, and I'm glad he retired when the time was right 😔

He will still be around as a Mario Ambassador so that's good ^^

#i mean it is very sad #i feel sad #I'm sad because others will be feeling sad too #no idea who's voicing mario now #least it sounds similar based on what we heard in wonder #figured i would put a post out #super mario #charles martinet #mario

[dearieshima]

━the god fraud━☂☄

☄. *. ⋆ and so it was, in the soldier's death, he found a love, that took his breath. he passed away, with a smile serene, for he knew his love, would always be

☄. *. ⋆ mortal warrior!k.bakugou x goddess of death!reader, death/happy end, comfort, fluff, greek mythology au

THIS MAN IS A FRAUD.

A god fraud.

It was a source of laughter for your blessed companions,

"The number of lives he has taken exceeds yours, Y/N." Kaminari, the God of mischief laughed like he had done to the local when he turned his wife into a donkey. "Perhaps you should consider retiring."

Which you did not. Even though you were put on hold by a rage-fueled mortal wielding a generational sword, you still had the inviolable responsibility of guiding the soldiers' souls he'd released into Aizawa's lair.

Besides, all mortals must die regardless of the circumstances. His death is inevitable as the ones he lay on the ground.

So you'll lend him the role of cessation for a while, like a father lending a sharpened sword to his son and instilling the belief that he is an indomitable warrior. You'll let him believe that he is unmatched and immortal forever.

But when that time comes, when that boy finally pokes his eye out with that sword, you'll be there to re-establish your role as death and steal Bakugou Katsuki's final breath.

KNOWN AS A MAN WHO accusingly took more lives than the goddess of death herself, Katsuki has both chased and retreated from the cold grip of death.

With every throat he slit, a chest he punctured, an arm he separated from its host, he delivers his promise to kill for the one that he loves and his people worship.

Which, for the unfortunate case of a mortal like himself, is you.

Death.

He's attracted death.

And death is attracted to him.

Everywhere he travels, there's death. He brings death for death to see death.

Because you are a vision of serene tranquility and peacefulness. You have a calming presence that eases the pain and suffering of those around you.

Your eyes are deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate. Your skin is smooth and flawless, as if untouched by the harsh realities of life.

You are dressed in a gown of black silk that shimmers in the moonlight, and your movements are graceful and fluid as if you were dancing to the silent melody of groaning men inching on the threshold of death.

And as you approach, goners can sense a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of roses and lilies.

But Katsuki smells the faint scent of those roses and lilies from a safe distance as he watches you beckon with a gentle hand to invite those who are ready to leave the world and join you in the afterlife.

Because just like any mortal who fears the unknown, Katsuki is afraid of dying.

Which is quite strange for a man who indulges in the death of others.

But it's human to wonder if he'll be treated the same (or even better) as the bodies that lay around him- if he'll be touched with hands as cold as the heart of a blizzard or hands warm like sand in the morning dew.

So for now, he'll patiently be impatient as he gets the sweet rift of roses and lilies from far away.

THERE COMES A DAY THAT everybody looks forward to.

It might be the delivery of new life.

It might be a day when you and a significant other celebrate accomplishments.

Or it might be a holiday.

And fortunately for Katsuki's rivals, that day has come.

The delivery of death.

His death.

A death that's taken rain check after rain check...

Until now.

Katsuki is laid on his back, the sword still punctuated in his loyal heart that works even on its deathbed to provide blood for the rest of his body, blood that'll never reach its desired place and instead dye the grass red below him.

He probably has thirty seconds left in him.

Anybody would've died the second the sword entered their chest, but because katsuki was strong and careful of what to eat, he lasted longer.

Painfully longer.

But Katsuki gratefully uses twenty-two seconds to reflect on his life.

He was a good man, Katsuki pulls himself to finally agree, wasting twelve seconds of the precious time he has left, he killed to protect.

Katsuki was at least glad he was left in a position where he could see the night sky. He had heard that the star, a star his people named Evënus, shined brighter than the others on the day of his birth.

And while he didn't get the chance to witness it, he sees it now, shining brighter than the others near the constellation Scorpius.

He spends two more seconds just staring at Evënus.

Will your hands be warm? He wonders for just a second.

He then feels his head being elevated and placed on a soft and comfortable surface.

Then, those eyes, deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate, that he had come to both love and fear, blocked his view from the sky.

He was now knocking on death's door.

Or, just laying on death's thighs, scented as if they were just running threw a rose and lily field.

Without thinking (his brain may be draining out of blood), he opens his mouth,

"Goddess, before I go, I want ta' confess something to you. I love you. I have came to accept death, 'cause I knew that in your embrace, I would find eternal peace and love."

26.

You reply, your fingers swimming in the blonde tufts of his hair, feeding onto his forever slumber,

"warrior, your words are kind, but you mistake the nature of my embrace. I do not offer love or peace to those who come to me. I offer only the end of life, the release from pain and suffering, and the return to the cycle of existence. Death is not something to be loved or feared, but simply accepted as a natural part of life."

27.

Katsuki nuzzles into your touch, his words becoming limited, "'m love you."

28.

You reply, a smile gracing you lips- gracing him,

"Your words are sweet, warrior, but they are also a distraction from the truth. Death is not a lover or a friend, but a force of nature, like the wind or the rain. It comes when it must, and it takes what it will. You cannot bargain with-"

29.

Katsuki repeats, cutting you off. You fill his head with so many words, but he comes out with three that share one syllable, "'m love you."

30.

"Your love is a gift, warrior, but it is also a burden. Do not cling to it too tightly, or it will become a weight that drags you down into darkness. Remember that death is not an end, but a transition."

You wait for a response, and after a few seconds and his eyes shut close, you think that he'd already kicked the bucket.

But his final breath brushes against your bare tights, "'m love you."

A few instances pass by and you determine Bakugou Katsuki, your imposer, and admirer has finally passed. All you had to do now is snap the strings that tether his soul to his body.

But first, you kiss his forehead, the niche of bare skin between his eyebrow.

Then, a foggy outline of Katsuki, dressed the same way he died, sits up from your tights as if he was just getting out of bed.

You revealed a hand to him as you got up.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you cross the barrier."

You've helped Katsuki cross the barrier dozens of lifetimes. You don't think he's afraid anymore because while living Katsuki doesn't remember, his soul remembers you, and all the encounters you've made in his past life.

And though you tell him to give up, chase someone who he can grow old or die with him, he remains persistent.

He wraps his hand around yours, but not before he plants a kiss on top of it.

And you've grown to anticipate his next encounter.

You press a kiss into his cheek,

"we'll meet again Katsuki, I'll be waiting."

TWELVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR YEARS LATER, Katsuki still can't get off the thrill of being close to death, which is why he became a perfect pro-hero.

Somehow, he feels more connected to being close to death than experiencing the lifts of being alive.

It's as if someone is waiting for him on the other side,

And he is too.

#i feel sad #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo headcanons #bakugou hcs #bakugou fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou comfort

[lovinglonerhybrid]

So I’m in a bit of a mood for sadness.

Impactor and megatron ended up having a sparkling in the mines. She was a femme and impactor took the most responsibility over her. Unfortunately during a riot in the mines the young spark was crushed by some unruly miners. Megatron Al way blamed himself for riling up the miners with his words of freedom. Ratchet was put in charge of a young medic not to much older then a sparkling and unusually short for his frame type but he worked hard and was always willing to help in ratchets free clinic after hours. Rachet was called away to the senate leaving his young apprentice to close the clinic for the night. Unfortunately that night some thugs broke in looking for some kind of drugs rachet never really found out what ones when he returned to the clinic the next day his apprentice was dead on the floor his injuries partially repaired. From that day on ratchet pushed his friends away to scared that primus would rip them away with no warning. Hot rod was friends with a lot of people in nyon bot his best friend was another racer. His friend was really good at getting out of trouble and had a love for exploring the underside of cybertron. Hit rod went to find his friend one day and found him at the beginning of a tunnel collapsed and barely online. At the medical clinic hot rod was informed that his friends spark was not big enough for his frame and he would continue to deteriorate. When sentinel came to nyon hot rods friend was unable to leave his apartment hot rod got one last word from his friend as he set of the charges ‘you’ve freed us all’. Rodimus keeps this words engraved on the back of his chest plating beer his spark as a reminder that his people never hated him for setting them free.

In another universe there a boy who is friends with a prime he loves going fast and is the only human to explore the underside of cybertron. But there’s always something he feels is wrong when he looks at the prime he feels there should be once instead of blue a smiling face instead of a face stressed by the war. There is a boy who is unusually short for his age who follows a medic around learning all he knows he makes friends with those less fortunate and always has a helping had ready. He doesn’t like to be Akon and is always warry around bots who are overcharged. There is a girl who I sent afraid of anything and wants nothing more then to be strong and to protect those she loves. She listens to all the story’s she’s told but loves the ones about a miner who joined the opposite side of all those he knew to become the leader of the best squad in there vast army. These kids who the autobots think where brought into there live unexpectedly feel more at home with cybertronins and they may never know why.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #tfp headcanons #megatron #idw megatron #transformers idw #idw impactor #idw ratchet #idw hot rod #idw rodimus #tfp jack #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp ratchet #tfp bulkhead #tfp optimus prime #jack darby #miko nakadai #angst #i feel sad #so now y’all are sad with me

[blhtgobsessed]

You know what I think about every day of my life?

During the mission, at the beginning when Rooster was being cautious and was looking inside of him for what ever strength he needed to go faster, it was the first time in his entire life, his entire career, that he actually felt an answer to his "Talk to me Dad".

He never felt the spirit of Goose answering him like it does for Mav. Nobody ever tried to answer the plea.

Until Maverick. Because he's all Rooter needed to get of his perch and we all know it.

But how it hurts to know that Rooster asked for an answer for almost 20 years without anybody to talk back to him.

#angst #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #talk to me goose #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #top gun #nick goose bradshaw #hurt/comfort #i feel sad #needed to get this off my chest

[spacemizz]

and then, i don't really know

I really don't think it's a good drawing, but I managed to do it

#nygmobblepot #the penguin #the riddler #riddlebird #ed nygma #edward nygma #oswald x edward #gotham penguin #gotham fanart #oswald copplepot #gotham #i feel sad #and i dont know what to do

[pom3-cryns]

Feelings are feeling

#i feel sad #i could go for a icecream rn

[coralinnii]

Ruggie Bucchi (street kid!Ruggie x ???!Reader)

genre: angst note: somewhat follows canon timeline, mentions of human tr*fficking, allusion to violence and worse. The events written here are fictional and not to reflect, resemble, or be encouraged in real life events.

summary: Despite hardships, you and Ruggie never worried so long as you had each other. The two of you would look after each other, no matter what. 

series index

“Hey, Ruggie” 

“Hmm, what’s up?” 

“Do you ever wish things were…different?” 

Ruggie didn’t blame you for asking that. He looks around in the worn hole-in-wall space you two were living with his grandmother and a dozen other children they came across. Their neighbourhood wasn’t the best but you made do with what all of you can get, even if the situation seems pitiful to many. 

“I guess. But, we seems to find a way to survive anyway so I’m not worried” 

He grins your way which you respond with your own exasperated one. You suppose he wasn’t wrong. The two of you were resourceful and tactfully sociable so odd jobs and quick money-making schemes managed to make your little big family afloat. 

Right now, the job you found as a janitor for a small company is bringing food on the table while Ruggie was scraping up money on his end before he goes off to a prestigious school, leaving you and the family for a bit. 

“Don’t go getting expelled or burn any golden bridges over there” you warn which earned you a smirk. 

“Just admit you’ll be sad that you can’t be with me forever like you thought”  

That cheeky comment earned the messy-haired beastman a newly sewn toy thrown at him. The children question you two constantly if you’ll be together like the bedtime stories you told them and even Ruggie’s grandmother teases on occasion about your relationship. Nothing was cemented by it was good so the two of you never change anything.

“As if you can get rid of me. I can’t imagine the trouble you’ll be in if I’m not here” 

Ruggie didn’t disagree. The reason he’s not too concerned about leaving his grandma and the kids is because he knew you'd be here to protect them no matter what. You were trustworthy, loyal, and he’s grateful for you. 

“Anyway, I need to head off” you stated as you stood up to grab your bag. “I’m gonna be out later tonight since there’s a late meeting I need to clean up after. The other guy was too busy so I took his shift. Tell everyone not to wait up” 

Before you head out the door, Ruggie takes hold of your wrist and looks straight into your eyes. 

“Hey” he rubbed your wrist with his thumb, more to ease himself than you. “Be careful” 

You smiled at his gesture, placing your palm over his hand that held your wrist. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later.” 

That night, you were true to your words as you didn’t come back at the usual time from your job and reluctantly, Ruggie tucked in the children for the night before laying on his worn-out mattress himself. 

He didn’t remember what time he fell asleep or what time he felt you shaking him awake. He groggily opens his eyes to see you, disheveled as though you were roughed up badly which woke him immediately. 

“Whoa, what happened to you?” 

“No time!” You whisper as you desperately hand him something in a hurry “Wake up the others and hide with the family down the corner! Quick!” 

“What? Why?” 

“Just trust me and do it!” You nearly yell before rushing to the front door “I’ll distract them as much as I can, so use the back door!” 

Despite his confusion, Ruggie did as he was told while he pocketed the object you handed in his pocket. He was bombarded by questions from the youngsters and his grandmother but he didn’t answer them, not like he could. Thankfully, the family was already at the door to usher them in. Apparently, you came by to ask for their help. 

“When did you have the time to do that?” Ruggie thought while he tried to ease the crying children before he heard sirens coming close to their area, along with loud yelling and sounds of struggles. 

Apparently, the company you were working for was a front for a beastman trafficking ring which was targeting children beastmen from desolate communities such as yours. It was why they were so friendly and chatty with you, constantly asking about your family life. 

“We received a call from an anonymous caller about their plan to break into this address and we managed shut down their branch” the police explains as Ruggie was questioned as the resident of the address. 

“Did you see anyone else when you got here?” Ruggie asks worriedly, since you haven’t returned after exclaiming you were going to stale the traffickers. 

The police officer shook his head. “We only apprehended the traffickers, no one else was there. They did seem shaken up when we got there, though. Like they were running away from something” 

The police officer pulls out a picture and shows Ruggie which made the uneasy feeling he previously had finally sink in his stomach. He feels the sting in his eyes as he sees you in the photo. The picture was taken up-close above your neck but he could still deduce from the bruises on your face and the blood splatter on the wall beside your head that you were not okay. 

“We found a young body at their base” the police officer states but his voice wavers as he sees Ruggie’s watering eyes and quivering lips. “Is it…someone you know?” 

No, No. No! You couldn’t be there! Not when you visited him, not when the neighbours talked to you, not when you said you would distract the would-be kidnappers, not when you handed him… 

Ruggie pulls out the object he had forgotten in his pocket. In his hand was a necklace made with beads with colors traditionally significant to their land. His mind wanders to your words just days before this night. 

“I want to give you something before you head off to that NRC, so you don’t forget me…It’s a secret!” 

#I feel sad #and tired #why did I do that to myself? #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #twisted halloween series

[4-luver]

there were two reasons

i was scared

to let people in;

the damage they could do,

and the damage they could find.

ps: this is not my poetry, i can’t find whose it is

#poetry #sad poem #trust issues #quotes #i feel sad #i miss myself

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

I’m sorry if I ever bother anyone with my requests

:(

#I feel sad #kpopgirlbtssvt #mutuals

[mainsumper]

I think that all queers felt or feel that way, but I still think that things are a little different for asexuals.

The fact is that I constantly feel like I'm somehow wrong, and everyone around me is just talking about relationships. Even though I have discovered for a long time that I am asexual and aromatic, even agender, I still have doubts from time to time because of the society around me. When I am asked to explain how I understood my orientation, what it manifests itself in... I honestly can't explain. But even if I tried to explain it, many people don't understand it. either you're straight or you're... not straight (like, in gay-, lesbian-, bi-way, etc, yknow), and, like, there are no other options. I honestly tried different things, and really thought maybe I was just bi. But... no. Zero is still zero. And I'm so glad for those aroace ppl, who find each other (and they shouldn't explain all this shit). This is incredibly cool!

I missed the ace week, but I felt I needed to say it.

#asexual #acespec #aroace #aromantic #i feel sad #and i still feel myself so wrong...

[herbertpocketsfidgettoys]

I don’t even know what happened but I’ll be okay for a good week and then melancholy hits and I am worst I am at my lowest I have been in a long time where I actually tried to attempt again

#Kaito #I feel so sad all the time and I don’t even know what to say so I end up leaving people #Like just stop talking and sometimes I come back but I end up leaving forever #I feel sad #im tired #I don’t want to keep doing this I want my mum to love me #Anyways!

[caramelpenguin]

I'm still in denial this beautiful show is ending. It hasn't yet sunk in. I don't know what to do.

#i feel sad #Urgh #young royals #wilmon

[echos-girlfriend]

Does anyone else just not feel happy today? I have no idea what’s up with me but I just feel sad.. :(

#I feel sad #for no reason

[surredo-kt]

A little sad sketch today🥺

Sketch 5/?

"I hope you won't feel lonely with this toy, buddy"

#dbh art #dbh fanart #detroit become human #sketch #detroit: become human #rk800 #connor rk800 #cole anderson #i feel sad