Sad Thoughts - Blog Posts

Does anyone else feel like crap when an acquaintance or "friend" tells you they're going somewhere with friends and asks you if you want to join out of respect or something?

I feel like shit honestly

Why invite me last minute?

Now everyone is uncomfortable for a few moments before leaving me behind since I'm not technically not part of the group that's been together since middle school or something

Feeling kinda dysphoric and sad about Shigaraki’s death rn

"Sing to me"

A/n: This is just for fun so don't come at me; don't any of y'all take any of my post either!❤︎

CW: This is in the context of my Mha Oc "Crimson/Iris Hayashi"; short angst story

Enjoy(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

The night was heavy, thick with the scent of rain and blood. The sirens in the distance weren’t close enough—weren’t fast enough.

Crimson sat on the cold pavement, knees scraped, uniform torn, but none of that mattered. Not when Hawks—Keigo—was in her arms, bleeding too much, breathing too shallowly.

His wings were wrecked, feathers matted with red, and his golden eyes, usually sharp and full of mischief, were unfocused. There was no cocky grin, no teasing remark. Just pain.

Iris swallowed hard, pressing a hand against the wound in his side. “Keigo, stay with me.”

He exhaled, slow and shaky, his fingers weakly grasping at her wrist. “I’m here,” he murmured, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

She could feel him slipping, his warmth fading.

No. No, no, no.

Her vision blurred.

He blinked up at her, searching for something—reassurance, comfort, her.

Then, in the quietest voice, almost embarrassed, he asked, “…Sing to me?”

Iris’s breath caught in her throat.

She had only ever sung for him in moments of peace—soft hums while lying in bed, quiet melodies when he couldn’t sleep. But this—this—was different.

Her voice shook as she whispered, “You’re gonna be okay, baby.”

Keigo huffed something like a laugh. “Yeah… I know but...?” His grasp on her wrist wearingly tightened. "I need to hear that gorgeous voice of yours, dove."

A lump formed in her throat, but she nodded. She cradled him closer, her fingers brushing through his messy, blood-damp hair, and with a deep, trembling breath, she started to sing.

Her voice was raw but beautiful, carrying a warmth even the cold rain couldn’t steal away.

The song was something soft, something slow—one he had heard from her before, late at night when everything was still.

Keigo sighed against her, his body relaxing slightly, his grip on her wrist loosening—but not letting go.

“Pretty…” he mumbled, eyes slipping closed. “Knew I’d be in love with you the first time I heard you sing…”

Tears burned her eyes.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispered through a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against his. A tear slipping from her swollen eyes and on to his cheek.

He smiled weakly. “Hell no, you got the prettiest voice.” His eyes squinted slightly open, "matches your face..."

She let out a snort, voice cracking as she kept singing, even as the sirens grew closer, even as the rain kept falling.

She would keep singing.

Because as long as she did—he was still here.

Hope you enjoyed this! If you have any requests don't be shy! Also, if you want, I can write a little about my Mha Oc and her background 👀

i cant explain the void i feel in this moment, my kitten was fine five minutes and then i found her dead on the floor, i dont understand anything

“You were a wonderful experience..”

“You were…everything..”

TW: mentions of death (think that’s about it)

So we all know that the army isn’t safe most of the time

but one day The 141 was on a mission per usual before something bad happens to ghost and Johnny can’t get to him in time when he finally gets to Simon he’s already to hurt to be saved

Johnny holds Simon in his arms crying telling him no begging him not to go he can’t leave him alone

There’s so many things they haven’t done together so many things soap hasn’t said to Simon but nonetheless ghost softly cups soaps face taking off his face covering

He kisses soap handing him his dog tag before soap can protest before soap even has a chance to do anything else Simon looks at soap with a smile before closing his eyes and taking his last breath everything in that moment just stops time stops for soap

He can’t hear price taking into the coms he can’t hear the distance gun shots he’s just focused on Simon the man he once loved no the man he still loves is now gone before he could do anything before he could say anything it’s like his world just ended that day…. The day Simon ‘ghost’ Riley passed he took John ‘soap’ MacTavish with him… and everyone knew that..

This is a repost from my twitter :)

I might be moving to Montana, WHAT DO I DO?!

Canon Events for children with broken families

• heart rate going up, ears listening carefully, at any sudden loud sounds that sound like objects being thrown, yelling or drunk wailing

• hating the scent of grape juice because it reminds you of wine (and of broken objects, of pools of vomit)

• swearing to never drink alcohol when you grow up (you will never be like her)

• studying really hard and excelling in school to escape your home life (school is one thing you can control)

• being told by parents to never tell friends about your family situation or they would backstab you (and thus feeling terrible whenever you confide in others now)

• parents going months without talking to each other and using you as their messenger (leading to more misunderstandings and arguments)

• “you are just like your father/mother”, in a bad way (it’s not your fault you have your father’s eyes)

Sometimes I just want someone to give me a compliment, and I want to be able to take it

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

i think the saddest thing about a character dying in another characters arms is the fact that eventually they have to let go no matter how much that means leaving their fallen friend behind no matter how much it hurts or makes them want to switch places and that they can still feel the cold emptiness of their arms years later

Sad AceSabo thoughts

this was based on a convo i remember having with one of my friends- idk how this convo started, or if it was based on something as i had found it buried in my docs on one of the fics i'm working on. but just-

Ace a year after Sabo's 'death'. After the pain of Sabo's death refuses to leave him, asks Makino why it hurts him so much. And Makino asks Ace how he viewed Sabo, who Sabo was to him, and after Ace explained that Sabo was pretty much everything to him before Luffy, and hell even after Luffy, Makino told him he loved him. Which years later Ace starts realizing wasn't the same love he thought she was talking about, the same love he had for Luffy and her, and instead it was different, so adult Ace had to come to terms that he met the love of his life when he was a child, but lost him before he realized. Sabo, on the other hand, would realize the days after he remembers, the days he's mourning and thinks back on all he was forced to forget, and realizes that he too met the love of his life, and just lost him before he realized as well. All because they were too young to realize the differences in love. And both had to come to terms that the other was well and truly gone, and no matter what they weren't coming back… and hell, maybe Sabo getting Aces fruit felt a little like getting Ace back.

Sad AcBo thoughts my friends, a fic like this would probably have me crying like a baby, ngl

theres this one drawing that i spent hours on, that i put a lot of effort into. everybodys just treating it like trash despite my best efforts to keep it nice and pristine. my cat is using it as bedding right now.

i feel like there’s a metaphor somewhere here.

So soulmate sad hour

So what if soulmates exist. Then people would most likely put in laws saying you couldn't get married to anyone but your soulmate, which would mean that people born without soulmates could never get married cause they are such a minority. And people stuck with abusive soulmates could never get out of their relationship. Also people whose soulmate died would never be forced into a minority that they might have previously been against. Prejudice against certain numbers of soulmates, homosexual soulmates, all kinds of issues. So let's go down a list of problems that might occur.

1. People with more than one soulmate (polyamorous)

First we have to take into a count that having multiple soulmates means that you might not be able to marry all of them or none of them at all. Meaning that you and your soulmates will have to be assumed best friend group not a multi member romantic relationship. Also meaning that some people might force the relationship to split into different relationships meaning that even though you are with one of your soulmates your marriage will never be completed.

2. People that are homosexual might need rights

so first we must take into a count that homophobic people still exist, I know, I wish they didn't too but for this problem to show it's self they must plus if they didn't exist my grandma wouldn't have existed so my mom wouldn't have existed by extension and by another extension me. So since we have astablished that homophobes sadly have to exist if we ever want to use our world's history using soulmates. (But luckily some homophobes wouldn't exist cause they christian and it probably said that no matter what you have to get with that soulmate) so by extension cause soulmates and Christans (and other religions) have decided to team up gays get rights earlier cause you know Christans can get anyone some rights cause they colonized the world so yeah we get them rights. But still homophobes still exist so we might get rights threatened here and there but not a lot anymore. But this will force a lot of people out the closet or wake them up to being in the closet 😅.

3. aromantics are being fixed into relationships or have no soulmate

so this means that if you do have a soulmate you might be forced to get married other in a relationship with said soulmate. Or you could have no soulmate meaning you are seen as unlovable and half of your community is trying to allow you to get married when you don't want to but still nice to have options. Basically what's happening with the lgbt+ always.

4. You have no soulmate but you still want rights

basically you have the opportunity to get with anyone you want with out getting looked down cause they not your soulmate. But you don't have soulmate meaning that some might think that you are unlovable. Also you not allowed to get married what so ever. In short can become sex worker with no discrimination other than people thinking you can not be loved love other and no getting married.

4. Abuse is a thing in relationships

to break it down you are stuck with a person that might beat you or emotionally scar you but guess what you arn't allowed with anyone else. And if you tell someone they tell you that they won't beat you your their soulmate.

5. War, language, borders

lets start with some simple stuff you and your soulmate speak different languages it it hard to learn another language and still hard to get a translator that doesn't speak absolute trash. And now war say your countries are at war with each other one of you might need to betray your countries or one of you might try to flee to the others county but how they know not spy soulmate can not just poof infront of border say yes this my soulmate you can look at my ID. So what you do.

6. People die so can soulmate

lets say your soulmate dies you have not met them yet meaning you are forced into the minority of people trying to get rights to find love again but you are looked down soon cause you lost your soulmate you had a soulmate be happy that you once had one,and you no have soulmate you unlovable.

Thank you for coming to sad hour now for grand finale :

you thought your entire life so that you had no soulmate you had faced the prejudice against having no soulmate. you are a old person now, you fought long and hard for your rights. You are sitting on a rocking chair on your porch you feel a tingling on your arm there's words.

That is impossible you do not have a soulmate. The words are “ goodbye -name"

you do a bit of digging they were raised in a abusive family that thought soulmates shouldn't be together and that's why they never reached out. And now they are dead.

The wall's a whole hell of a lot more depressing when you realize it wasn't designed to keep monsters away, but designed to keep Nimona away.

Am I in a listen to comfort music form of sadness? Or am I in listen to sad music to fester my growing self-hatred? Only time will tell.

The air was crisp, cold, lifeless.

Lifeless like the body of Satoru Gojo your husband, love of your life, is just lying in the battlefield. People dragging him away to get his body to use it. Like a fucking weapon.

Seeing a few tears roll down his face as his cursed energy kept him alive for a spilt second. Just watching the life die out of him, wrecks you to your very core.

You didn't even notice the warm drips of water roll down your face, as yours and his students fight Sukuna in the distance.

You might get Megumi back, your basically son but you'll never get over the fact that you won't get your sweet 'Toru back.

What shook you to your knees was seeing a candy rapper on the ground. His favourite.

He must've eaten them before the battle. He loved his sweets. And oh god he loved you.

Hearing screams, you wanna help but you can't because you're frozen, Stuck to the ground as you see his blood stains on the wet dirt.

_

Should I do a full one to this? Such a cute fluff 😋 (sorry y'all)

Master lists

im feeling down but theres nothing i want to do or buy i dont even wanna buy food which is something i always wanna do whenever im upset

was supposed to play overwatch with a discord server im somewhat active in but like no one showed

i hate having no friends. being alone is fun until youre reminded that youre truly alone

and like i really want to share the fact that im having bottom growth and have people tell me in that moment that theyre proud and happy of me but i have no one :’)

might just post it randomly to a discord server im in meant to tmen and get my validation from there

and im constantly like “i wish i had a bf” but i really dont wanna use dating apps they fucking suck

grindr is so damn scary and comes off as “scam the app” then i feel like shit using any other dating app i dont wanna swipe on ppl thats mean

idk. just sad and lonely rn

I don’t feel like doing anything right now. Sigh… Sometimes I wonder what’s the point of doing anything especially hobbies… I overthink like I always have done, God…

I am tired o talking with humans, bitches get stitches. fucking whimsy

Damn, I can't feel so sad and alone, like I've fallen into a well, I really want someone to be by my side.

MAYBE SPOILER WARNING?? ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Loki made me sad now, I just finished ep 1. TOM HIDDLESTON'S ACTING THERE. LOKI LITERALLY SEES HOW HE DIED IN INFINITY WAR. Definitely making a c.ai bot while watching ep 2

I FINALLY GOT TO WATCH LOKI EPISODE 1, IM HALFWAY THROUGH IT AHHSHSHAAHSH- whenever I hear miss minutes it's just twilight sparkle with a country accent ✨️ [ik Tara strong's the va]

With Love, I part ways

My love for you, was as gentle as wind

The wind that breezed across thy face once

Ne'er failed to bring thee a slight glee

You seem'd to enjoy, and assure thine love was true

Which I blame myself as I mistook

You mad'st me believe the enjoyment as love

I trusted it more than my soul

Breaking it, seem'd like a merry chore to you

But for me, it was my oxygen

A reason to live and breathe

Parting from thee felt like a rock lifted off my chest

A heavy block that hindered to inhale the goodness

You wert the block in my life

I devour thee and hence I shall let thee go

I am happy when with your memories. I am happy when we are talking. Then you leave. You are not mine. Then why am I so fucking sad.

Maybe it's not them. Maybe it's us—attracting a certain kind of people.

I’m tired of meeting the same people in different bodies.

i just want you to hold me in your arms

just once

each day feels like another scene in a tired play

lifeless marionettes moving around on taught strings

cruel hands making them dance and sing

for the silent audience's amusement

but nothing is ever enough

nothing ever makes them stop

it goes on and on and on

me: [feels literally anything]

me: oh stop being melodramatic, you.

[buries it and feels even more awful]

“sorry haha, i was just seeking attention.”