#i have too many feelings

[iwantoceans]

Love wins all

#I’ve never posted kpop on this blog but omg??? #this video was unreal #I have too many feelings #kim taehyung #taehyung #iu #mygif

[awkwardly-anxious-latte]

SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR: THE LAST STAND

Whatever you do don’t think about how desperately the bad kids tried to take Buddy with them

Don’t think about Buddy Dawn, unable to be resurrected at this moment, laying there surrounded by the corpses of monsters and without a friend

Don’t think about him going to Heaven and maybe having questions for Helio, receiving the same bullshit response that Kristen got

And maybe he’s okay with that. He’s in Heaven, he doesn’t think it’s his place to question his God, it’s all God’s plan. Or maybe this was a plot he was a part of for some reason and he knows he’ll be fine.

But maybe not. Maybe he’s been betrayed in a new place by people who he was a placeholder for. Maybe he’s desperate to know why Kristen was chosen, someone who lost faith, and not him who kept his belief. Maybe he’s lost.

(And then, coming back and hoping for some comfort from his family and they all say not to question Helio’s will. That he died and came back so it doesn’t matter. Don’t think about how lost a boy could be seeing his family choose religion over him)

#fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #dropout #I have too many feelings

[stellarsage]

Very proud of my babygirl for reaching 100 000 000+ streams !! 💚🖤

So I did a little sketch when I saw his story 😭😭😭 He is the best fr I love him so much

#käärijä #käärijä fanart #cha cha cha #i have too many feelings #so proud #jere from vantaa #jere pöyhönen

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

I love this song so much!! It's a really nice tribute to Syd and Rick's own feelings towards him and the loss of him are much more obvious here than they are in the Wish You Were Here album, which was also about Syd, but rather from Roger's perspective – the emotions in this song are just so pure. I also like how the flute kinda reminds of The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn (idk if that was intentional, but it does sound like that to me). Well, the whole album is beautiful and worth listening to.

#I also just really love Rick's voice #it's so soft and tender and in this song specifically it also sounds very honest and vulnerable #I have too many feelings #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #misha talks #pink floyd #syd barrett #rick wright #Spotify

[andrej-delany]

Leo & Vincent looking at their Adams

#ich würde gerne die gedanken der beiden lesen #es steckt so VIEL in diesen Blicken #so viel besorgnis/zweifel/nachdenklichkeit/etc #idk #i have too many feelings #tatort saarbrücken #polizeiruf świecko #leo hölzer #vincent ross #spatort #polizeiruf 110 #mine #fdg #polizeiruf abgrund

[heavens-bookshop]

Oh my god I have so many emotions rn.

Aziraphale has always wanted to do Good in the world. One of the through lines for this season was how powerless he felt during his time on Earth - with Job, with Elspeth and Morag, to a lesser extent with Nina and Maggie. He and Crowley witness so much suffering over the millennia, and he just wants - he needs - to help.

But he also needs to believe that Heaven wants to help. Because if Heaven aren't the good guys, what does that say about him?

And then the Apocalypse starts, and Aziraphale realises he loves the Earth and the life he made there, and Heaven doesn't actually care, so he fights. But he and Crowley also fight, because they don't understand how the other is feeling.

Crowley is scared, desperate to keep him and Aziraphale safe, so his plan is to get them both as far away from Earth as possible. But that hurts Aziraphale because from his view point, Crowley just wants to give up. After everything they've witnessed together!

Aziraphale is scared, and desperately clings to the idea that Heaven still wants to help, so his plan is to get both of them under Heavenly protection - which is why he keeps bringing up the whole "you were an angel once" notion. Not because he particularly wants Crowley to be an angel, but because it would be a way they could be safe and together and it wouldn't be against the rules. But that hurts Crowley because being an angel or a demon just isn't the point to him, and he thought that, after everything, Aziraphale might have realised that.

The Apocalypse doesn't happen, and they can breathe, but they also still don't talk about their feelings so they still fundamentally misunderstand each other.

When the Metatron offers Aziraphale a promotion, he initially balks. He even states outright that he doesn't want to return to Heaven. But then the Metatron goes for Aziraphale's weakness - Crowley. There is an offer on the table that will allow he and Crowley to be together, to be safe, and to do it by the rules.

And this is why Aziraphale is excited. He has an opportunity to help, to actually do something about all the suffering he's witnessed (or at least the Metatron has convinced him that's the case), and he can do it with Crowley.

And here is where their misunderstanding culminates.

Aziraphale thinks he's found a perfect way for them to be a force for good - after everything he and Crowley have seen, of course he'd want to be at his side helping. More importantly, if Crowley is an angel again then there's nothing to be scared of at all, they can be safe and together.

Because another through line in this season is how terrified all the angels are of not being Good. We see it when Aziraphale and Crowley first meet as angels, where he gets increasingly more nervous the more Crowley questions things. We see it after the Job incident, where Aziraphale breaks down when he thinks he's been condemned to Hell. We see it when Muriel freaks out after realizing they've been helping Crowley, when Uriel asks the Metatron if they've done something wrong. They're terrified, and even after making his own way, Aziraphale can't shake that old habit.

He doesn't even feel safe in the bookshop. When Maggie and Nina ask him why there are so many fire extinguishers in the shop, Aziraphale alludes to the fire, and seems to almost dissociate for a second before pushing through it. And of course, Hell came for them anyway.

To Aziraphale, returning to Heaven makes sense as the safest option.

Of course, that hurts Crowley, because he can't understand why he's bending over backwards to placate a family that treated him terribly. Crowley clearly holds a lot of resentment for the way Aziraphale was treated by Heaven. More than that, though, Crowley thought that perhaps Aziraphale had realised being an angel or a demon didn't matter, but it would seem that Aziraphale needs him to be an angel to consider keeping him around.

That's not what Aziraphale meant, and he can't understand why Crowley isn't grabbing the chance to make a difference, and - more importantly - the chance for them to be safe.

So now Crowley has to make his confession - his attempt at putting his heart on his sleeve. Except that now, to Aziraphale, it just sounds like a ploy to get him to leave Earth, just like when he wanted them to run off to Alpha Centauri. It sounds like he just wants them to give up again. And that hurts.

And then Crowley kisses him! And for Crowley, it's a combination of "I truly am putting everything on the line here" and "this is my last chance" and for one second Aziraphale melts into it, before fear sets in, and some anger, because to him it feels like Crowley did it just to get him to abandon Heaven.

They both just are fundamentally at different places and completely misunderstand what the other is feeling. And it's fucking HEARTBREAKING.

They need to communicate and they need to finally understand what is in the other's heart. They love each other, and they need each other, and holy fuck I need season 3 like yesterday. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #meta #I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS

[chronicrabbit]

Home Coming

Part 1

Thinking of Steve Harrington, post season one beat-down and Demogorgon encounter, returning to his house to see the rare sight of his mothers car parked in the driveway.

He only hesitates for a moment before he walks in, spotting his mother at the dining table.

She looked so out of place, unnatural, back ramrod straight and legs crossed at the knee in a chair she’d picked out herself but had never broken in.

She was pretending to read her crisp, - unopened-, copy of Jane Eyre, the spine creaking too loudly with every page turn.

Her expression was pinched in the way it got when she had something to say, some reprimand she was doing her best to puzzle through, words rearranging for maximum devastation upon delivery.

That was her specialty, after all. Words of harsh judgment disguised as concern.

She finally glanced up when he’d been staring for long enough, smoothing her immaculately styled hair down with freshly manicured nails as she fixed him with a look that made him wish he’d stayed at the hospital.

“Where’s dad?” he tried for casual, apparently missing by a mile.

“Steven,” she spoke cooly, rose painted lips downturned, blue eyes boring into him like tent spikes.

He straightened.

“Your father received a call from Officer Callahan. Would you care to explain?”

Steve tried to stay still; tried not to shift or shuffle nervously on his feet.

He knew his mother hated that.

“I…” he cleared his throat, still scratchy from screaming, though it’d been hours since the last time he had.

He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath.

This was his mother, after all, not an interdimensional monster.

“It was my fault.”

One perfectly plucked eyebrow rose, the small simple gesture communicating more than words ever could.

It was a clear and unarguable “go on”.

So he did.

He told almost the full story; spotting Nancy with Jonathan, Tommy’s little art piece on the cinema marquee, the fight.

He stopped at arriving to the Byers’ place to apologise, the words catching in his throat like Laffy Taffy in molars as she raised a hand, her lips pressed into a thin pale line.

The displeasure roiled off of her in waves.

“So,” she started, pulling the ribbon attached to the spine of the book in between the crisp, too-white pages to hold her place, though he was absolutely certain she wouldn’t be picking it up again.

She glanced up at him, large blue eyes scanning his face, flitting over the evidence of his fight.

He could fool himself into believing she was concerned, worried, even.

But then she’d spoken again, and all those thoughts were undoubtedly dashed.

“You‘ll take full responsibility for this?”

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he flinched as a newly formed scab pulled at the throbbing skin above his eye, threatening to bleed once more.

“I… what?”

His mother huffed, adjusting the collar of her soft pink blouse, smoothing out invisible wrinkles.

“The marquee, Steven. Dean Hughs said it was stained and that he expected money for a new one.”

Steve’s stomach dropped.

“Oh…” he let out weakly, ignoring the burn of his scraped up knuckles as he shoved his hands in his pockets, the ache in his head that’d been persistent since Jonathan had clocked him, the heat of tears prickling behind his eyes, threatening to spill.

“Since you admit to your part in it, we’ll be taking the money from your allowance. The Hagan’s are doing the same with Tommy.”

Steve found himself nodding, though it felt like his head was underwater.

“I expect you to apologise to your father when he gets home,” she continued with that same cold and impersonal tone he’d grown to expect.

To dread.

“You have no idea how embarrassing it was to be the last to find out about your little brush with vandalism. I mean, really Steven? We leave for a month, and you’re already falling into delinquency? Next we hear you’ve been hanging around the trailer park with the rest of the flea bitten trash, like the Curtis’s, or, Heaven forbid, that Munson boy-“

Steve tuned out his mother, his shoulders sagging, his heart sinking, his eyes stinging.

She hadn’t even asked him if he was ok.

She hadn’t said a word about the blood that stained his shirt, the bruises and cuts pounded into his flesh, the unsteadiness of his hands.

She didn’t seem to notice the nervous set of his shoulders, the bags under his eyes, the brand new terror etched into his very being.

She didn’t care.

And he should’ve known, really.

After a lifetime of criticism, of admonition instead of praise, of:

“Steven, stop ruining your brand new pants!”

Instead of

“Great job on that home run!”

Of

“You can do better.”

Instead of

“Thank you for trying.”

He wanted to run.

He had nowhere to go, so he stayed and waited out his mothers rant with his head bowed and his eyes damp.

When she had finally finished, she sat back in the chair and sighed as if her speech had taken it out of her; as if she were the one who was hurting.

She let her eyes sweep over him once more, her regal nose scrunching in distaste at his less than perfect appearance.

“Get cleaned up and throw away those ruined clothes. And if I see any stains in my couch or on my hardwood, you’ll be grounded for a week.”

With that, she waved her hand to dismiss him and turned back to her book, not opening it, just staring at its unblemished cover with a complete lack of interest.

A painfully familiar expression.

Steve did as he was told.

He grabbed the first aid kit, a bit understocked from the time he’d injured himself at basketball practice two months prior, and did what he could to treat his own wounds.

After, he sat alone in his bedroom, lights on, window open, spiked bat resting at his bedside within reach.

He pinched at the bridge of his nose; tried not to cry.

Harringtons didn’t cry.

He thought about the Byers; about Ms. Byers allowing the entire town to think she’d gone insane in her efforts to recover her son.

He thought about Jonathan, and how goddamn lucky he was to have a mom like that.

One who didn’t care about her reputation, her spotless image. One who loved wholeheartedly and unselfishly.

One who would see his pain and embrace him, wipe away his tears and ask if he was alright.

He thought of Nancy.

Maybe he could call her?

He glanced to the clock radio on his nightstand.

03:30 AM.

It was no good.

He didn’t fall asleep that night, every creak of a floorboard or shift in the air sending him into high alert.

He wrapped himself in his blanket, one hand out and resting on the handle of his bat, and thought:

“At least I’m not alone.”

#steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #Part One #I have too many feelings #steddie ficlet #steveddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #stranger things fanfiction

[killanyone4you]

i am a needy little baby and i need kisses 😤

#ugh #tonight sucks #i have too many feelings

[forlorn-crows]

Do you think Aether is bitter? Do you think he sees Dew moping around, lost in the grief of losing not only someone he loves, but alos losing himself, unable to force himself to live the life Ifrit gave him, and resents him for it? Ifrit is gone, nothing more than ash and smoke, fuel burned up to keep Dew alight, and he won't even dignify that sacrifice by bothering to live?

Do you think he resents the whole business more and more each day, not only for taking Ifrit away from him, not only for changing Dew into something he barely even recognises as the ghoul he loves, but for proving to him that Dew always wanted Ifrit more? For mkaing him wonder if Dew would act like this if he'd been the one who'd flung himself away?

If Dewdrop was sitting there in Ifrit's arms with galaxies in his eyes and the pulse of the universe under his fingertips, would he even notice Aether was gone?

I think it's too easy to be bitter. Is that feeling somewhere deep down? Of course. Aether, Dew, and Mountain have been through a lot, and they're forced to grieve in many ways. But it's bitterness towards the Clergy, towards the ones that abandoned their pack first, then for the ones that were taken away. None of them had a choice--taking Ifrit out of the Project was something decided by outside forces. They wanted Dew up front, and that was what they were going to get (The only choice in this narrative is the one Ifrit is graced with: to be killed, banished, or give up his elemental being for another?).

I really think Aether is so painfully in love with Dew that he'll give his entire being until he himself almost shatters into a million pieces. He'll love Dew until the Earth dies out, if he has to. Even if Dew doesn't want him like he wanted Ifrit. Even if it means loving him quietly. That "old" Dew is buried deep somewhere, Aether can feel the shreds of that element still coursing through his veins. And he can feel Ifrit there too, fueling Dew's fire.

Everything you just said? That's what Dew thinks Aether thinks. Tries to hide from him, wallow in his own sorrows, because how could anyone else love him now? How is he supposed to take his mate's spot, how is he supposed to go on just like he's being forced to do? Maybe it'd be easier if Aether resented him. Hated him. So he tries to push him away prematurely, but Aether won't let him. Aether can't let him, because he can't lose yet another person.

Aether waits for Dew as long as Dew needs. He keeps him stable, retreats to Mountain for comfort when he needs it. He steps into the void when he needs to scream--until his throat is raw and he has nothing left. And then he pulls himself back together, because he has to. For Mountain. For Dew. For the rest of them.

If Dewdrop was sitting there in Ifrit's arms with galaxies in his eyes and the pulse of the universe under his fingertips, would he even notice Aether was gone?

And this? Dew would rather be the one to change. He'll play the martyr, so no one else has to. To him, that's easier. After everyone that's left him, that's easier.

#ask #mal #i dont even know what to tag this #the band ghost #i have too many feelings

[itsmoonpeaches]

i'm sorry i'm a mess i will probably write more percy and poseidon content please just

hold me

#pjo #pjo tv show #text post #i have too many feelings #way too many #i need therapy probably

[deepspacefish]

Looking for people to follow

please im desprate for more astarion content. Also if people have a discord or smth .... please let me in ....

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #enver gortash #please let me IN #i HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS

[temporary-tats]

Don’t mind me just crying over the Bumbleby confession again <3

#I have too many feelings #I am so normal about this scene #anyone else react with the exact same level of emotional intensity every time #like I swear I’ve watched it too many times #and everytime it just makes my heart WEAK #I just love these two characters so damn much #I hope we see more of the bees in RWBY beyond #AND hopefully the rest of Remnant in Volume 10 and more #won’t stop hoping until Kerry says it’s over #rwby #bumbleby #bees kiss #save rwby #greenlight volume 10

[mo-ok]

What's a Red without their Blue?

The High School Heroes

Taisei Manaka & Yusuke Takigawa

#the high school heroes #high school heroes #taisei manaka #yusuke takigawa #red and blue #this show #this DAMN SHOW #i have too many feelings #taisei is excitable and jumps the gun and has his heart on his sleeve but has a hard time reading other people #yusuke is calm and level headed and clever - the perfect type of blue for taiseis type of red #i love them so very very much #anyone else a sucker for sword red + gun/bow blue???? cause i sure am lol #tw flashing #gif post tag

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

SPY x FAMILY Nightmare Headcanon

Okay but Anya getting woken up by a storm and deciding to go knock on Loid's door (because Mama's room has all the assassin tools and she's already scared enough). And he groggily answers and once the fight or flight instinct wears off, he picks her up and tries to comfort her. And she asks if he'll sing for her. He's flustered, of course, but eventually he caves. And he sings her the only song he can think of that could possibly soothe her. The lullaby his mother used to sing to him as a child. And she curls into him, almost asleep.

#I have too many feelings #I'm also writing this #spy x family #anya and loid #loid forger #anya forger #anya headcanons #loid headcanons

[creedslove]

yes i finished tlou today and i was just rewatching the first episode again and when sarah asked joel to swear he would buy them a cake the next day and he whispers "on my life" it made tear up because it was so beautiful and sad and the way he said was so full of love and affection and i wanna marry joel miller so bad 😭😭😭

#random #personal #joel #i have too many feelings

[brightlotusmoon]

The mutant Mayhem Poster with the shoes and Nunchucks are really interesting because I wonder what they'll play into I mean the shoes have multiple meaning but the nunchucks don't and what could those mean for Mikey and why are the shoes that are so Cleary his and Nunchcuks specifically only tied to the wire but its just Mikey and none of the other brothers have posters that show this in fact throughout the movie spoiler ahead in case you haven't seen it and sorry if it is there's this weird focus shift on Mikey in some scenes like when all the brothers past threw the sewer to go home Mikey is the only one to stop Slowey and look out of it not to mention all the promotions mainly featuring Mikey when the movie is about all four of them I mean there were Mikey fans that where excited seeing this because they believed Mikey was the main even me so i'm sad oh another thing in a deleted Movie scene Mikey gets punched in the face by this guy apart of the tcr Cynthia Utroms henchmen

sorry for the misspelling

It's fine. I can't to see it in theaters anyway so I have to wait. I've read spoilers.

Well, I do have a thought about how Mikey hasn't gotten the kind of focus he should have. In particular:

The 2007 CGI film, itself a sequel to the 1990s trilogy, was going to be the first in a trilogy, before they were shut down. The sequel would have focused on Splinter's death triggering Michelangelo becoming withdrawn and stressed. Becoming so angry that he runs away and winds up joining the Foot Clan, which would have connected to larger things. But it never happened.

2014 Mikey seemed almost disturbing with his inappropriate displays. 2016 Mikey was a little too baby.

I am not surprised we were disappointed again. It feels like an odd pattern and we could be reading into it too deeply.

#i have too many feelings #i have too many headcanons #Mikey is my Muse