i cried through making this edit

interviewer: so zayn, have you listened to made in the am yet?

zayn: i’ve listened to like one song- *history ringtone starts playing* fuck, i mean i might have heard a few- *dozens of niall edition cd’s fall from pocket* okay, I’ve listened through it maybe once but- *exposes new tattoo of lyrics from love you goodbye* uhm…

interviewer:

zayn: i can explain

“One goes through stages. I did a job once where I felt like the oldest person in the make-up trailer, and I literally cried for two days afterwards. I was grieving my youth, wondering where it had gone. I didn’t even feel like I was present when it was there. It is really shitty. But then it becomes about embracing what you’ve got, and so much is great about this age.” - The Guardian, Jan 2016

Gillian Anderson 2000 - 2014

No matter how hard he works, no matter how hard he tries, there has always been this insurmountable wall.

An obstacle that he just cannot overcome.

He attends every practice.

He polishes his skills with intense, hard work. 

He pushes through the pain, through the straining muscles and heavy lungs.

He refuses to give up, even when they lose year after year.

Every year there is the hope - next year, we’ll get them.

There’s always a next year.

A next time…

Until now.

This loss is final. The end. Their last chance, in their last year of high school, to finally snag victory-

But they couldn’t do it.

And Hajime, as the ace?

He fails.

He has his chance, his opportunity to score the winning point - but he can’t do it.

His spike is picked up and Seijou ultimately loses.

The knowledge that he has held them back is almost more than he can take.

He keeps his brave face up. He barely lets himself feel - forcing himself to dry his eyes and stand next to his team while they shake hands. It feels robotic, it feels forced, but he can’t lose it here.

Not in front of his teammates. He just can’t.

It isn’t until he’s finally alone in the privacy of his room that he really allows himself to feel.

He can’t even bring himself to take off his uniform. He just collapses on his bed, breathes in deep, and cries.

No, he doesn’t cry - he bawls. He shakes, trembling, curling himself up into the tiniest ball imaginable. He can’t even remember the last time he’s cried like this. Everything hurts. 

He chokes down sobs, trying to quiet himself, but it’s to no avail. He vaguely remembers that it doesn’t matter - his parents are out of town, so nobody is gonna come and find him - but it’s only a fleeting thought. He cries until his vision is fuzzy, his head hurts and his throat burns, heavy from the effort of trying to force in breaths. He’s still trembling, but he doesn’t register any of it.

All he’s thinking about are the plays. 

The plays he failed to make that day.

Did he play alright? Maybe. But he can’t help himself; he sees all the ways in which he could have jumped higher, hit harder, been better-

It’s frustrating. He’s angry, he’s sad - he’s a complicated mess of emotions, none of which he can begin to understand while focusing so hard on where he’s sure he has failed.

He has no idea how much time has passed before the throbbing in his head starts to alleviate. His body starts to relax and he sighs, quietly, feeling a warmth settling into his face.

He hears a voice, but it sounds far away.

“Hajime…”

It sounds kind of like his name, but he can’t really be bothered to listen. He feels pressure on his temples, small but firm, rubbing away the tension there. 

He feels like he can finally, breathe, finally move, so he cracks his eyes open. His vision is hazy, but he recognizes the person sitting on the edge of his bed almost immediately. A heavy weight settles in his stomach as he realizes he’s been caught.

He tries to sit up but his whole body rejects that idea, pain seeping through his muscles.  He winces, and those hands massaging his forehead move to his chest, pushing him back down.

Hajime chances a look up and he doesn’t see Tooru looking at him with pity. No, rather, it’s something else entirely… something gentle. Something vulnerable.

Something… caring?

Tooru bites his lip; he presses himself a little closer, a hand running through Hajime’s hair, pushing the dark strands out of his face. His thumb brushes against his forehead, before he leans in and presses a slow, gentle kiss right in that spot.

“It’s okay,” he says, and his voice is so soft. “It’s okay, Hajime. I’m here. I’ve got you…” He huffs a breath, his hand continuing to move through Hajime’s hair, massaging his scalp. The action is soothing, and Hajime finds himself relaxing, body slowly uncurling from where he’d been tightly wound on his side.

Tooru doesn’t stop there. He continues massaging his scalp, but his other hand continues his ministrations on his temples. Once he’s satisfied there, he lets his fingers continue their exploration, searching out the tense muscles in Hajime’s neck and shoulders, pressing into them until Hajime heaves out a sigh of relief.

The trembling stops. He stops thinking about what he’s done wrong. Instead, he focuses on the warm feeling of Tooru touching him. It’s the same warm feeling as he feels when they’re out there, together, on the court-

“Hajime,” Tooru’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, “You know, it’s like you always say. There are six people out there on that court. We all played together. We win together… and we lose together.” He feels the hands halt their movements. The bed dips, and Tooru climbs in, settling in behind Hajime.

“You made me so proud today,” Tooru tells him, his breath hot against the back of Hajime’s neck. “You’re strong. You’re capable. You’re the best damn ace we could have ever asked for.” 

Hajime doesn’t have to ask for it; Tooru just knows. He wraps his arm around Hajime’s waist, pressing their bodies flush together.

“Don’t ever think otherwise, and don’t try and hide from me, okay?” Tooru punctuates this with a kiss to the back of his neck. “I love you.”

Hajime’s vision blurs again, but this time he’s not alone.

He lets Tooru stay, brushing away his tears, kissing him, holding him. Loving him.

He lets Tooru stay and he lets himself feel everything that he needs to.

And the next morning, as Hajime wakes up, the warm weight at his back and the fingers tangled with his remind him that he’s not alone.

These obstacles might be a challenge, but they’re not one that he’s facing alone.

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Zak Bagans and Aaron Goodwin - Part Two

“I’ve snapped and gone off on him, and we both end up apologizing and forgetting about it. Aaron and I have been through some shit together. We’ve almost tried to knock each other out, and we’ve cried together. And that’s what makes us so close. I love you to death, Aaron.” - Zak Bagans [I Am Haunted, Chapter 2]

5 Minute Sleepy Time Lions


I’d like to thank @emuyh-art for making me like Klance a bit way too much as well. You always make my day with your Klance art when I scroll through my Twitter feed vwv 

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“One goes through stages. I did a job once where I felt like the oldest person in the make-up trailer, and I literally cried for two days afterwards. I was grieving my youth, wondering where it had gone. I didn’t even feel like I was present when it was there. It is really shitty. But then it becomes about embracing what you’ve got, and so much is great about this age.”

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Now, be honest with me: which Despairneki makes you cry the hardest? 

The one who smiles as brightly as the sun despite having no hope at all, or the one who cries his eyes out while failing to smile convincingly despite having just found back hope?

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So, I just wanted to do something special because I haven’t made a fanvid in so long so forgive me if it isn’t amazing. I just couldn’t get enough of the episode and the long and tough journey these two have gone through to end where they are, as wives. Yes, I cried making this, so if you don’t cry too, then something is wrong with you lol Anyways, hope you guys like it!

Prompt: Kala giving birth to their first child 

(requested by jaime-lannisterr )

Sorry for the wait! This also ended up having more cluster love than I originally anticipated. Oh well! Also, I’m dyslexic, and although I did my best to edit as best as I could, previous experience has taught me that my editing skills are pretty shit. Please excuse any errors I (probably) missed!!

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A sudden burst of thunder rumbled loudly from outside and drowned out the scream that filled the air of living room.

“Hernandooooooo!!!!” Lito cried out, gripping his boyfriend’s shirt like a drowning man close to death. “Make it stop, Hernando! Please make it stop!”

“I’m so sorry, Lito,” Kala panted from the mattress the group had moved to the middle of the room in preparation for the birth. “I wish I could block this out but—AHHHHH!” Another contraction ripped through her body as she yelled out in pain, but this time she was joined by the voice of Will.

“Shit,” Will groaned from the ground beside the mattress. He was clutching his stomach, laying his head on Riley’s lap. “H-how much longer?”

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