doesn't even try not to cry

The instruments when they're about to graduate
  • Flute: cries at everything. hugs everyone goodbye, even the music stand
  • Oboe: at first they're not that sad, but then it ~hits them~ and they just start sobbing
  • Bassoon: doesn't even notice that its the end of senior year. they're just excited for school to be out
  • Clarinet: strangely sad about their math class being over
  • Saxophone: gives the director the middle finger on their way out the door
  • Trumpet: will not fucking shut up about college
  • Trombone: finds the incoming seniors to make sure they keep the weird section traditions alive
  • Horn: *gross sobbing*
  • Euphonium: frantically trying to not fail english
  • Tuba: reassures school tuba that they love it. hugs tuba.
  • Percussion: pranks the band director
  • Violin: living embodiment of "i'm not crying, you are"
  • Viola: brings director chocolates and heartfelt thank you card
  • Cello: stays late in the orchestra room to soak in the ~aesthetic~
  • Bass: lol bye see ya suckers

anonymous asked:

Could you do prompts for a female villain who was the childhood friend of the female hero but the hero never picked up on any of the hints and now they're meeting for the first time in like 6 years and the villain still loves the hero and the hero doesn't recognize them.

1) “Why did you spare me!?” The hero nearly howled in her rage, feeling like her lungs and heart might burst right out of her chest with the force of her grief. She couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop crying, even if she didn’t want to give that monster the satisfaction of her tears. 

The villain stared at her, expression frozen. 
“Because once, you saved me. I was trying to return the favour.” 

The favour, as if any of this had been a favour! 

2) “But you,” the hero spat. “No one would ever yield to the likes of you! You know nothing of kindness, or loyalty, or love.”

“And of course you are the expert of recognizing love and loving things. You have me all figured out. Clever you.”

3) A body flung her out of the way to safety, knocking the breath out of her, warm and armoured on top of her. Arms covered her head, as the shrapnel of the explosion missed them by inches. 
“Thanks.” She rolled over, expecting - not them. She stiffened. For a second, that unreadable, masked face seemed to study her. Fingers trailed over her lips with a tenderness not suited to either villainy or war. Then the villain was up and gone.

4) “So, they sent you to negotiate with me.” 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” the hero flashed a smile. 

“Yes, I’m sure that’s the reason they sent you. No.” The villain rose to her feet. “How dare you?”

She hadn’t even suggested anything yet!

5) “Do you know who I am?” 
“Someone who needs to be stopped.”
The villain laughed, then - an oddly cracking, broken sound. 

Dragon Age Drunk Headcannons
  • Hawke: Laughs at stupid things, gets super flirty and horny, after about ten drinks will, without, fail take their shirt off and dance on the table.
  • Fenris: Gets sluggish until eventually falling face first onto the table where he stays while emitting sad grunting noises and crying about how much he loves his friends even though he doesn't show it. Only time platonic back rubs are welcome.
  • Varric: Gets rowdy and starts compulsively lying and then challenges anybody who questions the veracity of his stories to a fist fight. Once broke a chair over a Qunari's head and had to be carried out by Hawke and Isabela.
  • Anders: Shouts loudly about Mage rights at the table and then gets on top of the table singing trying to lead the bar in boisterous song before eventually curling up under the table and crying about his cat.
  • Merrill: Cannot stand up straight or pronounce words, giggles at everything, particularly Varric's accent and paintings of naked people.
  • Aveline: Starts babbling nervously and confessing secrets like how she once stole one of Donnic's socks out of the barracks and had it hidden in her desk.
  • Bethany: Is very confused and dazed. Points at things like mantel ornaments like "What? Why? Why???"
  • Carver: Takes his shirt off and swings it over his head shouting "whoooo," will push a guy to show he's tough, then fall asleep after two drinks.
  • Sebastian: Cries from the extreme guilt of having once more consumed the drink whilst guzzling another bottle.
  • Isabela: Is always drunk.

anonymous asked:

Toxic masculinity doesn't demonize masculinity itself. It's about saying that things like "men don't cry" "men don't get emotional" "you can't be a real man if you like pink" are dumb and harmful.

Lol don’t even try to make it look like feminism cares about men too. Feminists blame “toxic masculinity” aka being a male, for everything from rape culture, misogyny, violence, to the oppression of women and then they say “boys need to be more emotional and sensitive and love and embrace the color pink” but then they turn around and tell girls to stop being emotional, sensitive and abandon the color pink as it’s oppressive.

They say boys need to be gentle, understanding, quiet and never threatening or provide a challenge but girls need to be strong, loud and carefree and kick ass and destroy anyone who tries to get in her way. So which one is it? You hate the concept of gender stereotypes but you sure do love reversing them around to suit you. Masculinity for males is dumb and harmful and toxic, for females it’s empowering and awesome and badass, for lesbians and trans it’s… well feminists stay silent, proving it’s only toxic when we’re talking about cis straight white males.

This whole feminist idea that it’s best for men to be emotional and communicate their feelings like we do is based on the narcissistic assumption that the way women communicate is automatically best and men should be forced into accepting and imitating that excellence. If women like heart-felt words and tears and dramatic gestures and consider all of those things perfectly acceptable forms of communication, well then, dammit, men should too, right! That’s the mindset of feminists, “we always know best”. 

How about we stop calling this shit toxic and start focusing on real issues without the double standards and narcissism that the woman’s way is the right way. How about we stop insulting the way men communicate and behave and making boys feel bad for being boys and start listening to what they actually have to say for once. You may realize that the behaviors and minds of men may be different and hard to understand sometimes and yeah it may be annoying as fuck sometimes too, but it doesn’t make it toxic or flawed or in need of reprogramming. 

When it’s a women’s movement telling us we need to train men, make them more civilized, correct them and improve them, their motives may not be as noble as you would like to believe. Feminists caring about men is the greatest load of trope I’ve ever heard.

anonymous asked:

There are parts of me that don't even want to believe any of my assaults happened. Most of me doesn't want to tell anyone or make it that real. What do I do? how do I heal when I'm so afraid to talk about it? when my friends of years and family friends are always the culprits, why can't I fight back? I'm trying to be ok but sometimes all I can do is lay in bed and cry and ache over whats happened to me. I don't know how to be ok. I don't know how to fight back. I'm so happy I found this blog

#LAVENDER sisterhood answer:

“How do I heal when I’m so afraid to talk about it?”

this is at the heart of what is keeping you locked in this dysfunctional cycle.  

“when my friends of years and family friends are always the culprits, why can’t I fight back?”

you have the added problem (& more common problem) that you sexual abuser are in your family and there is huge consequences on numerous levels that a person who has no experience can understand.  

You have to avoid a lot of people’s advice because their advice only endorses unhealthy and dangerous dynamics surround the sanctity of a man’s family. 

You should only seek advice from a trained incest sexual assault counselor & #LAVENDER sisters who you can tell are not just stranger rapes, but experienced in their families too. 

You have everything, every symptoms from insecure attachment to unhealthy boundaries and that is what is keeping you from seeking help & recovery. 

You start by actually doing the things I advice like:

  1. Practice and make a relax ritual, daily.
  2. Make a lavender blog where only lavender sisters talk with you, build a support network of like sisters 
  3. write in that lavender blog 100% truth, 100% anon, start expressing yourself
  4. save posts that interest you so that you can find them when needed
  5. start incorporating the raw psy & sociology concepts into what they mean to your life, re-interpret your past through knowledge
  6. Find a creative outlet to express your pain
  7. Stay away from all drugs, except THC.  Your probability of developing a drug addiction is very very likely.  Stay on something you can control.
  8. Try not to seek male approval to get you through your emotional challenges, harder said than done.  

I was a little too happy last night…

The moment

where your sitting there and the realization hits you. That you’ll never be pretty enough, smart enough, thin enough, funny enough, happy enough. Just never good enough.

I will never be enough for anyone. This has hit me like a ton of bricks. I don’t even feel like crying, I’m just numb. I don’t feel like moving forward or even trying. I’m just done.

anonymous asked:

I wanted to know if you could possibly write a scenario (or just headcanons) of Zen and MC talking about something pretty personal (maybe MC's past or something of that nature on their part) and he hears their voice crack as though they're about to cry? And they're trying to hold it in for his sake but they end up just quietly crying then sobbing? I hope this doesn't break any rules and that it makes sense!

Yes anon! I will appear immediately at the summon of Zen’s name!!

Mysme-fics blog lifehack: Want your ask answered asap? 
Make a Zen only request lol. 

Okay, pretend you didn’t read that. 

The snow had begun covering the city in white, it’s Christmas. And what’s more romantic than taking a stroll with the pool of lights with your loved ones?

Zen held MC’s hand tightly around his. Even though both of them are wearing gloves, it feels like there’s nothing between them. They stopped at a giant Christmas tree set up by a mall. It was so tall that it was quite hard to see the top up close.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”, said MC.
“Which one is more beautiful? The tree or me?”, asked Zen jokingly.
“Of course you, oppa.”

A small laugh came from Zen. It was always an achievement for him to make MC admit her love as cheesy as him.

“Omma! Appa! Look at the tree! It’s huu~~ge!!”

In a distance, a little boy was running towards the brightly-lit tree! His arms open as wide as he can. Behind him a young couple, that can only be the boy’s parents, was walking towards him with a smile.

Zen noticed that MC’s eyes was focused on the scene. Her eyes showing melancholy. Zen knew about her past, how she was raised by relatives that never treat her right since her parent’s death. She was only free when she reached legal age and left their home right away.

“You know what, Christmas used to like any other day for me. When other people go on dates and take the time off, I used it to take their shifts so I’ll get paid more.”, said MC.

MC had to survive on her own, making do with taking part-time jobs, here and there. Her life surprisingly matches Zen’s.

“But when I got home, to the empty, dark and small apartment, I feel lonely. It feels weird, I always wanted to be on my own, but I still feel lonely.”

Zen stayed quiet as there’s nothing he can say. MC gave a sad smile.

“You know I get lonely easily, sometimes I even ask myself why I wouldn’t just die with my parents. Then……”

MC made a fake laugh and wiped the small tears appearing in her eyes. She laughed again as the tears won’t stop falling. She shouldn’t laugh, it’s in public, and with Zen. This is a joyous day, she shouldn’t make Zen sad too.

“I’m sorry, I should cry. This is silly. I’m being silly.”

Zen pulled MC into his embrace, enveloping her in his warmth. He hugged her so tight and buried his face on her shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, MC.”, he said.

MC was taken aback by the gesture, but her tears kept raining down. She finally let go of her defence and cried on Zen’s chest. Venting out all her sadness.

“It’s okay, you’re with me now.”, Zen said again.

The words came out again and again from Zen, comforting MC, as if it was a spell to bring back her smile.

“I’m here with you now and I won’t leave you. Never.”


mccoy + compassion

also, as someone who is still kinda on the fence with indycar, whenever y’all get snooty about f1 being “better”, it just makes me wanna fully convert to indycar even more soooo maybe stop getting worked up over things that don’t matter lol

anonymous asked:

could I maybe sorta kinda get Saeran reacting to making MC cry?? like he's all moody and snaps at them something really awful (poor baby god I know he just doesn't know how to emotion) and they start sniffling and crying

  • You had been trying to tell him that he needed to start eating and drinking properly
  • After going through the same routine with Seven you thought this would be a walk in the park but Saeran was so much more intense than Seven ever was and you hadn’t had feelings for Seven when you were trying to help him
  • Per usual Saeran was fighting you every step of the way as you tried to give him a slice of pizza. It wasn’t even healthy food, like you had forced Seven to eat, but just anything to actually fill Saeran’s stomach
  • “Why can’t you just eat something Saeran? I don’t want you to die.”
  • That’s when his eyes turned cold and his whole body stilled
  • “You don’t want me to die? Have you ever thought that maybe I want to die, MC? There’s nothing for me to live for anyway! Not even you, you’re worthless to me!“
  • You felt your heart break and you could’ve sworn that the shards were stabbing around in your chest because the feeling rushed through your body.
  • “Saeran, you don’t mean that.”
  • You were fighting back tears and trying to hold back the waver that was ready to strike your words when you went to speak again
  • “The rest of the pizza is on the table, I have to shower.”
  • He knew that was a lie, you’d showered earlier that day but he didn’t stop you as you went to leave the room
  • He did feel bad
  • When he glanced at the pizza slice on the counter waves of guilt had crashed over him
  • He told you you meant nothing to him
  • You meant everything to him, why would he say that?
  • After grabbing the slice and forcing it down he went to go find you and try to apologize
  • You were in the bedroom and when he’d cracked the door he heard you quietly sobbing
  • It was his turn for his heart to break, he’d made you cry?
  • He’d done this before, plenty of times, he’d liked making you cry
  • Without even thinking about what he was doing he gently moved behind you and wrapped his arms around you
  • He felt your whole body tense under his touch and just buried his face deeper into your hair hoping you’d relax into his arms like you had before
  • “I ate.”
  • He didn’t know how else to apologize, he knew that those words weren’t even close to an apology
  • But then he felt your body ease up and lean into him
  • “I’m sorry I-”
  • “Don’t be sorry, please. You’re perfect MC, too perfect for me.”
  • He still couldn’t say the words ‘I’m sorry’ but when you turned yourself around in his arms to wrap your own around him he knew that at least some of you forgave him
  • He apologized for this exact moment seven months later

~Love, Peony

NCT as my classmates right before an exam
  • Taeil: *tries to make others feel better about not knowing shit by telling them 'at least you're still young'*
  • Hansol: so, what is this exam about again?
  • Johnny: *didn't go to sleep hoping that his sleep deprivation would make him 'more creative'*
  • Taeyong: *cleans the entire room* I can't concentrate in this environment
  • Yuta: I have no idea what this exam is about but I also know that I'm going to ace it
  • Kun: Honestly I could care less about how little you sutdied for this? like, is it my problem?
  • Doyoung: I may be top of the class but that doesn't mean I can't stress over this now be quiet
  • Ten: you know, I should pass this exam just for writing my name right because that's something not even our teacher is capable of
  • Jaehyun: When this is over I am going to do nothing but sleep and eat for the next whole week
  • Winwin: okay but why does our teacher not buy us ice cream as reward for even trying to pass this exam
  • Mark: *probably been awake for three weeks, doesn't know what rest is, going to ace the exam but at what price*
  • Renjun: *wishes everyone good luck, makes sure everyone has water*
  • Jeno: not sure if I feel like crying or laughing because I know nothing at all
  • Haechan: I am mildly concerned about how I don't care about this exam??? like??? at all??
  • Jaemin: I just want people to be happy but apparently the school system does not share this wish
  • Chenle: *very overdramatic* I know NOTHING at ALL I am going to DIE this is TORTURE who thought it was okay to hurt ME LIKE THIS
  • Jisung: the question is, do I try to make my mom proud or do I just trust that she loves me no matter what
The Signs and their dark sides
  • Dark Aries: Someone that brags about how strong they are. Will also cheat their way to the top. And will always have a short-fused attitude.
  • Dark Taurus: Usually a bully. Will steal things with force. Only cares about food and pleasing self.
  • Dark Gemini: Never stops talking bullshit. Mediocre and Shallow. Clingy as hell.
  • Dark Cancer: Over reacts just to gain attention. No control over emotions. Overreactions to small things and would rather stay home then talk to someone.
  • Dark Leo: Thinks they are always right. Will be nice one minute but then passively insults you. Will do his best to make you feel uncomfortable.
  • Dark Virgo: Princess like attitude. Always uptight. Their looks go before everything else.
  • Dark Libra: Will stop having feelings for you in a snap. Will laugh at insults and the feelings of others. But also thinks the world is out to get them
  • Dark Scorpio: Purely aggressive and doesn't trust anyone. Will kick you when you're down. Manipulative.
  • Dark Sagittarius: Acts like a complete Know it all. No sense of loyalty. Always exaggerate.
  • Dark Capricorn: Work goes before everything. Won't talk to you and will give no emotion but anger if you try.
  • Dark Aquarius: Tries to stick out of the crowd way too much.
  • Very Irrational and indecisive. Will always think they're right.
  • Dark Pisces: Lacks little will what so ever. Will push people away any way they can. Won't even try and at times skip a lot of plans just to stay and cry.
I fucking love him. Its just this unbreakable indescribable kind of love that makes no sense to anyone outside of the two people experiencing it. It’s not habit or old flames getting themselves burned again. It’s this kind of love that fucks you up, it’s the kind of love thats sweeter than your favorite childhood candy and hurts more than a beating. Every second im not with him I feel like its a second wasted. When we are together, it’s like im on drugs, I know im addicted but I never see anything wrong with it and all I know is I never want to stop. I never want to stop; loving him, fucking him, writing about him, reading what he writes about me, arguing with him, leaving him, going back to him, and doing it all over again. It’s this angry passionate love that could mean fights between passive aggressive snares or full out screaming and blaming and cussing and everything. Its kind of horrifying actually, how someone could make you feel so many things at once its like you don’t even know what you’re feeling anymore. I feel like the line between love and hate can become so blurred at times it merges. I know im young. I know in a few years or maybe even months I’ll look back on this and feel pathetic, I’ll wish I would’ve learned my lesson the first time around. But I just cant get enough of him. It’s like if he went to hell, id follow him straight there just to keep on getting my fix. Its scary how right being with him feels. How even after not even being near him for months, kissing him feels more than natural. It feels programmed, it feels like purpose. It feels like release. Which is ironic, because I mostly feel like if he was ever to actually release me, there’d be no us, and id have no purpose. But the way my lips remember him when even at times my mind may not, is an all new type of fear to me that I’ll never be able to love someone in the way I love him. My memories of him over months became foggy. The true images faded as I forgot what it was like to look straight at him. I began remembering things that weren’t really there. I remembered his eyes as wolfish, I remembered his touch jagged like dull knives that no longer cut. But when I got to kiss him again, I got to see him, not physically not just with my eyes. I got to see the person id missed. I saw his eyes like glowing embers. I felt his touch like electrifying jolts that have only ever comforted me, and lingered when he wasn’t around. Thats it. When he’s not around. For awhile, all the images still fresh in my head, they linger. Sometimes for too long. Sometimes when I’m sleeping. Sometimes when its the middle of the night and I’m not sleeping, because I’m trying not to drive metal into my skin, or crawl out of it, or my own head, but the only thing I can taste are his lips and hear the sound his voice, over and over again. Its a constant game of who can push the other away the furthest, who’ll hold it down, who’ll come back. I don’t come back though. I just never leave. When we’re together its indescribable, its beyond “happiness” or “sparks” or “magic”. Those are all cliches. None of them suffice.
But he doesn’t want it, he doesn’t want any of it. Maybe in a parallel universe, a separate place, a different time, it could’ve worked. I could’ve been smart, kept my grades up, I could’ve stayed. He could’ve loved me in the way I loved him, he could’ve actually chosen me, actually wanted to stay. But we don’t live in a parallel universe. We live here, now. And in here and now, I’m too far away on a map and emotionally he’s never been more distant. When we’re together we want nothing to do with each other, but when we’re apart I cant help but feel like theres something missing, I cant help but wonder if he feels that way too. And I’ll try to ease myself out of it, the anxious, shaky feelings of withdrawals from him. I’ll try to distract myself even. It almost never works. Even on my best pretending days, my fake smile shows its cracks and the false happiness in my voice has its limits. He was always better at hiding his emotions.
—  August seventh
The Night Court Dream Team and Periods
  • Imagine the Dream Team females periods all syncing upand all the Night Court Males like freaking the fuck out. Can’t you imagine? Because I can and I giggle every time I imagine each of the males running around trying to help all the females with food and massages and stuff.
  • Azriel: Trying to help Mor- *eyes wide in fear, shadows swirling* “Just TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED!”
  • Cassian: sits on the opposite side of the room from Nesta (because I’m including her in on this) and just throws pieces of chocolate at her when her eyes start to narrow in on him, before she gets a chance to spit some insult.
  • Rhys: god RHYS JUST winnows in and out at rapid speeds bringing everything he can think of to Feyre, like "here my beautiful mate. A box of paint brushes. A HWOLE CART INCLUDING THE HORSE OF PAINTS, not red tho. HERE IS A BUNCH OF FLOWERS FROM THE RAINBOW. Let ME halp youuuuuu feel better I am High Lord and I still just CANt deal!” And feyre is now buried under all the stuff and is trying to get him to calm down but Mor is now yelling and Azriel is crying; and Nesta is fighting Cassian; and Feyre can't help but laugh which worries Rhys even more.
  • Then there is Amren: if she even has one...everyone INCLUDING the other females just keep giving her jewelry and she still doesn't understand why because what is pain...”
  • I'm imagining that gif from that one tv show of the guy that comes back from getting pizza and everyone in the apartment is in the middle of a disaster.

anonymous asked:

peko/mikan is such a good ship. mikan would try to read peko's face for her emotion and it doesn't work so she panics bc she must be bored or hate her or something and peko tries to smile to reassure mikan but it's peko so the smile comes out weird and upsets mikan even more. poor dears. best ship.



  • Pansy: My goodness, what a fuss you're making! Well naturally, when you go around picking on things weaker than you are. Why, you're nothing but a great big coward!
  • Draco: [crying in frustration] You're right, I am a coward! I haven't any courage at all. I even scare myself.[sobs]
  • Draco: Look at the circles under my eyes. I haven't slept in weeks!
  • Blaise: Why don't you try counting sheep?
  • Draco: That doesn't do any good, I'm afraid of 'em. [sobs loudly]
  • Pansy: Aw, that's too bad.


Started writing a thing with the karaoke night prompt after i finally decided which fandom i wanted to use it with and, ngl, i’m crying a little