a tear is being shed

upwards of fifty people have unfollowed me tonight and i honestly think it’s pretty funny that, out of all of the times i have made it abundantly clear that i loathe racists with every fiber of my being, saying “jontron is bad” was the straw that broke the camel’s back for these people 

the funniest part is that these people usually have profile descriptions like “PRO rationality, ANTI sjw, i dont CARE about hurting your feelings” but as soon as i insulted the funny racist youtube gamer that’s the thing that drove them in to the pits of despair 

i mean it’s also incredibly sad that a not-insignificant number of my followers were like that but i’m not about to shed any tears over some edgy dipshit being upset that i said a youtube boy was bad 

You should be here

A/N: Inspired by the song “You Should be Here” by Cole Swindell. This is a feels smack. In this story Dean took Amara down with the spirit bomb they made, leaving Sam to raise Dean’s young daughter.

Listen to it here (play the song if you really wanna bawl while reading this)

Sam x Niece!Reader   Dean x Daughter!Reader

Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.

Which was breaking your heart.

Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.

Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.

“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”

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It isn’t easy. It isn’t easy to find the beauty in everything. When you are on the floor at 3am with bloody knuckles, wondering why you couldn’t be enough for him or why he decided to leave, stuck wondering as you cry and scream and eventually not even being able to shed a tear because the fact that he is gone has set into each crevice in your brain and you can’t seem to get it out. It plays on repeat just like the movies and it baffles you even more because you never thought it could become this bad. When you have never been so upset that all you can do is scream at the dark nothingness, much like the feeling that he left behind, that you’re surprised at yourself for ever being in such a low state of mind. And suddenly, as the world crashes down and you can feel it in the middle of each one of your bones, your pupils widen and the universe is a completely different place, you realize that he isn’t coming back. Sitting, crying, wishing, being engulfed by such emptiness. The kind of emptiness that consumes you, and then everything is black. He is gone.
—  xishroomxi 
Could've Sworn I've Heard This Tale Before...

Context: We were at a tea house/inn in response to an ad for an entertainer, since my Drow elf was the only one who had an entertainers background, I had to entertain the patrons there to get us a place to stay for the night

DM: They look expectantly to you for a story.

Drow: I’ll tell a classic tale about a hero rescuing the princess.
*proceeds to roll a 4 for performance*

DM: The lady who owns the tea house suggests that you tell another story. Fast.

Drow: Uhhh okay I tell a tale of a halfling who lived in a hole who one day gets recruited by a mage and a bunch of dwarves to rescue the dwarves’ fortune that is in the mountains that were once their home, guarded by a dragon.

DM: ….roll for it

Drow: *proceeds to roll a natural 20*

DM: The halflings in the tea house give you a standing ovation. There are tears being shed. Everyone has gathered around you to listen. Someone in the background says “wait. I’ve heard this story before…”

Needless to say, it was the best timed natural 20 of the night.

Gold Digger || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by chimchams

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Everything’s okay.

That’s what you kept telling yourself, not wanting to admit that there was an underlying fear beneath your skin that made you worry. No matter how many times you told yourself that you weren’t going to be scared, the idea of meeting your boyfriends parents was probably the most terrifying thing to you. There were moments in the past where you had seen them and said hello but you had never been formally introduced.

They knew who you were and they knew about you through Namjoon, but had decided to invite the two of you over to fully get to know you. It had been hard to get the day off from work but after a while you had convinced your boss to give you the day off. You were in the car with Namjoon, his hand sat gently on your thigh as he continued to drive in the direction of his parents house.

He was on break from work for a while and his parents had decided to take advantage of that. He had been going back and forth between the apartment the two of you shared and his family home to see his parents. While you were at work it didn’t matter much, but it hurt when you got home and had to wait hours before his car pulled into the driveway and he arrived home.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 12] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: fluff? mostly angst?

Warning: swearing, mentions of death, no real death, interaction with people?

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: This is the second time Tumblr crashed on me right before I could post something and I don’t know why. Anyways this is I think my fav posted part so far. It’ll change, trust me. Well like always, my inbox is open and loves to have stuff! I love reading any and every comment so please leave stuff!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Mr. Kwon had closed your laptop, grabbed a chair and set it by your bed. You watched as he eased himself into the chair. Ai had moved and claimed the inside of your lap as you crossed your legs. You were holding the ice cream. Slowly but surely you continued to make your way towards the bottom of the carton. You wait patiently for Mr. Kwon to start talking.

Mr. Kwon opens his mouth, finding the right words to use. “I think I should thank you before I do anything else. Ji Yong is my only family now, and I’m more than grateful that you kept him alive.”

You give him a half-hearted smile. Still frustrated and angry at Ji Yong to give him a happier reply. “It’s my job, I didn’t exactly go to medical school for nothing.”

“I did pick a good girl to look after him didn’t I?” Mr. Kwon said. He stared at your face, watching your reaction. Your face contorted in confusion, then discomfort. You stirred your spoon through the ice cream, taking a spoonful and filling your mouth. Mr. Kwon thought carefully, thinking out what he should say.

“You’re just as strong and independent as his mother.”

Your head shot up. Ji Yong never liked to talk about her. In the twenty plus years of friendship, he had only ever once brought up his mother. When he did he was drunk off his ass and he referenced her, saying that he thought his mother would be his guardian angel but he’d rather see her then have her protect him. You had assumed that she had passed away, and you had tried to bring it up once. It had ended with tears being shed from both of you, so you dropped it quickly by saying you’re there for him when he was ready to tell you. He never did though.

“You would’ve liked her,”

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? His mother? Because I don’t know anything about her. When I tried to ask about her he got very defensive and yelled at me.” You say. Although you were warming up to Mr. Kwon, you knew he would do anything to get his way, and sadly you weren’t a priority compared to many other things in his life.

“I know that sweetheart, Ji Yong is very sensitive about the woman he loves,” Mr. Kwon started. “You should see how he gets when he talks about you.”

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I just really really really like Blake. I could draw a ten page comic of him just getting ready in the morning. Five of those pages would be him trying to figure out which hideous tie he is going to wear that day.

I am greeted by the red Traveller.

For a minute I re-adjust. Remembering how a Travellers body should move and casting off the remains of my last skin. I feel so light without the human soul. While I do this Red stands patiently, his mouth twisted into a mimic of a smile.

The void we stand on is dark, sand dune mountains rise and fall into the horizon.A cold wind rattles through our bones. There is no light but for the pale stars and fading planets above us.

“Did you enjoy your life ?”

“Indeed” I reply, no longer with the voice of a man but again a Traveller. A cold monotone that matches our world.

Red walks up to me and gazes into the stars, towards the blue ball of Earth, his all seeing gaze fixated on the man I was.

“58, that’s a little young for one of them is it not ?”

It is hard for us travellers to truly grasp the concept of age, for we never cease to be.

“ Yes it is.”

“ I see your final moments, you’re alone with a gun.” He says this clearly,with the detachment of a being that has worn countless souls.He watched the tears I shed fall on the gun, and hears the crashing of my body to the ground.

The life I led, the life of Jon was full of emotion. It pulsed through me and I struggled to control it. But now that rage,that sorrow has been wiped both from Jon and from me. Only a bitter aftertaste remains in my memory.

Travellers do not don souls for entertainment but for catharsis we will never truly enjoy.

“You died bitter and alone…would you like to try again?”

I nod again and focus.

My hollow sockets glow as a new soul forms within me. Burning bright as a comet I feel flesh and blood assemble around me.

The void crumbles away.


Full credit for the image this was inspired by goes to , http://fornaxvoid.tumblr.com

Thanks for letting me use it.

It felt good

Why were you crying?

Besides the obvious fact that the sex felt good. It felt good could also be - “crying” felt good. The act of crying in itself - it felt good.

When you are in pain, when you are sad, when you are hurting and when emotions become too much and beyond words - crying is what can make one feel better. Just letting all those tears out and letting all those feelings flow can somehow ease the pain even a little. And being able to shed those tears after all this time and cry with someone is a comfort that can make even Yashiro feel good. Crying and knowing you are not alone - it definitely feels good. Yashiro has been strong for far too long whatever the reason for those tears are, he really needed that good cry.

House of Cards: Chapter 5 (M)

Taehyung, Reader, Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst and a little fluff

Warning: Infidelity. Please avoid if this is not for you. Also, a little ass play?

Word count: 3,625 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

“I just saw Taehyung – with another woman!”

You froze. Somehow along the denials and lies that you’d repeated internally, you’d convinced yourself that nothing like this would ever happen. It was stupid of you, and you’d be the first one to admit that. You knew you were an idiot for thinking that no one would ever find out. It was a miracle that you and Taehyung managed to keep it quiet for this long in the first place. Now that someone had finally confronted you, you didn’t know how to react. You had foolishly never thought about what to do when this inevitably happened.

“What?” You pretended not to understand as your mind frantically searched for something to say.

“Taehyung – your boyfriend – is on a freaking date with another woman!” Jungkook sounded almost as panicked as you felt. “You need to come here right now!”

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