im crying do you hear me crying

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( antisepticeye )
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@septicdreams: After hearing Dark comfort someone who’s crying, could Anti be comforting someone? You don’t have to do it, just an idea!

@wildhorsewolf: Dark comfort someone was so cute could we get anti calming someone down from a panic attack

anonymous: Could you do Anti comforting someone? Thanks!! <3

anonymous: Hey Anti How would you calm down someone who was crying? It be nice to hear something “Caring” Coming out of your mouth when Im sad.

anonymous: Can you do more like the “listen closely I need you” one that Anti did a while back (before the group started)? It’s my favorite

( @anti-support-group )

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To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Nine)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,213
warnings: nothing besides some swears
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @georgewashingsin @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @but-if-you-had-to-choose @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @mynameisalexanderhammyham @panda-powers @lafeyettegunsandships @schokoobananaa @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @nonstopspook @hamrevolution @alexander-did-you-know @spitaverse-burr @angelizaandpeggy @isis278 @idk-destiel @engulfedinstars @hamiltrashuniverse @ahrupe @just-me-an-asshole @readfizz @skeletonmelodies @gum-and-chips @iminwaytoomanyfandoms @hadleyelizabethuley @fictionalboyfriends @ridiculousn3ssfangirl @pleuxvoir @liallow @kanadianwithashippingproblem @bucket-of-kittens @welcometohamilton @forth-schuyler-sister @fanwaffles @ariadne1004 @inspacewmorty @marshmallow-satan @anbu1997 @sinmineral @esmeraldablazingsky @fictonalboyfriends @i-am-forever–bored @imdiggingdaveed
a/n: chapter 30 is the epilogue, so this is the last actual chapter of ttfou and i teared up when i wrote the last line
dedication: every single person who’s ever liked, reblogged, or sent me a message about TTFOU. I am so lucky and so touched that so many people have enjoyed my story. It’s truly been a pleasure writing this and I can’t wait for you all to see what the boys get up to in the future (so stay tuned for the epilogue)!!! but for now, I hope you enjoy the end of TTFOU. Please let me know what you think. Again, thank you all so, so much. <3

The weather was unseasonably warm for early March.

The intoxicating smell of spring was in the air and everyone on campus was in a weirdly good mood despite being in the midst of midterm season.

Ignoring Alexander’s warning that it was going to get cold again, John had dug down to the bottom of his drawer for the three pairs of shorts he’d packed from home, and was now rotating through them day by day. Every morning on their walk to breakfast, his entire body would be shivering so hard that his teeth would chatter, but he still refused to admit that he was cold. By midday, however, the sun beaming down and warming the air was enough to convince Alexander, Lafayette, and Hercules that John may have been onto something.

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From Hildegard
Patrick Hughes with UT Trombone Choir
From Hildegard

This is the piece that changed my life.

Imagine being surrounded by horns (instead of trombones like in this recording). Like, literally surrounded. People behind you to your right, behind to the left, in front to the left, center and right.

So the sound wraps a blanket around you, and you are so so enveloped in it, that its is just the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

And when the music swells, all you can hear is the beautiful tones of the horn,blocking out every single sound in the room, and the story that they’re telling fills your heart and you just…feel.

Sorry this is kinda cheesy, but it’s what made me decide to do music for the rest of my life.

  • playing bastion: ah what an immersive and innovative game! truly the writers are masters of their craft to create such a poignant and inspiring story! this game is a masterpiece! a shining example of video games as an artistic medium!

anonymous asked:

Imangine something bad or sad happening to Ross and he can't handle it and runs out of the room. Barry goes after him, and after a long search, he finds the angel huddled in a corner. He kneels down and guides Ross's face to look at him, jumping a little to see its in its one eye mode. Barry asks what he's doing, and Ross is hesitant, but finally says "I-I c-can't cry when I o-only have one eye..." Barry pulls him in to a large bear hug, and after a while, feels tears on his shirt...

OKAY I sooooo want this to be a reaction to the whole ‘im gonna outlive everyone of you’ type of scenario that moss and I made up ahh WARNING THIS IS A LONG FUCKIN POST OKAY I GOT CARRIED AWAY ITS LIKE A GODDAMN SHORT STORY AT THIS POINT AAAAAAAAAA

Like, he goes to find him and when he does hes curled up on the couch in the grump room, his wings almost completely engulfing him. The room is dark save for the tv giving off a faint bluish glow, probably from Arin or Danny leaving the game on for too long. He goes around and sits down across from Ross, waiting for him to open up about whatevers been bothering him if he decides to start talking. Its a long, heavy silence before Ross starts to speak up; he peeks out from behind his crossed arms, curling his feathers back a little so he sounds a bit more clearer.

He tries to explain these complicated feelings and circumstances; how hes been alive for soooo long and hes seen so many humans living their lives, how everyone hes met has died but its always been a sort of calming farewell and he just moves on with life. In comparison to his lifetime, they take up what feels like only minutes of his life and usually the people who die are replaced relatively easily. Barry scoffs and Ross automatically tries to take that back: “Its not that they werent important to me! its just, getting caught up with the realization that theyre gone is too much effort, its easier to just make more happy memories instead of dwelling on stuff like that…”

Barry kinda just stares at the TV for awhile before talking. “Then why are you so beat up over this?” Ross looks at him weirdly and Barry feels like he has to elaborate. “Like, this has happened to you tons of times right, friends dying I mean, and everytime it happens you give yourself a healthy amount of time to mourn and move on with you life.” He turns to look at Ross and hes got this broken look on his face like hes about to start crying at any given moment and Barry almost feels guilty for talking, but hes not finished yet: hes genuinely confused and he wants an answer. “I dont understand… if this is routine for you, why are you breaking down now? Im not trying to sound spiteful im just curious; what makes this generation of friends so much more different than the others? You can easily make new ones right after us, we arent that special” and Barry laughs bc its true and hes just trying to lighten up the tension a little. But without warning Ross whips his wings behind him and shouts:

No! Thats the problem you guys ARE special to me!! You guys mean EVERYTHING TO ME and Ive never felt so helpless before. I care about all of you so much and its frightening how much ive grown attached..i-ive always had dreams about burying my friends decades before they actually die but its always been reassuring like im gonna remember these people and im gonna be the one to make sure they rest easy but now ive been having those dreams with you guys! And everytime i have them, im crying in hysterics and i feel so fucking hopeless and uneasy in these…nightmares and I dont know what to do..” Ross’ face is flushed and Barry can tell hes desperately trying to hold back tears:

“I-I dont know what im gonna do with myself when you guys pass… you guys are so important to me i-ive never had this issue before and I t-talked to brian about this and hes having the same problem!! I DONT UNDERSTAND i dont know what to do and I have no one to talk to for advice and the more I think about it the more stressed I become a-and I know im just rambling at this point but Im so scared and I have these feelings and im just so unclear about what they are: oh god if I lose you guys, if I lose YOU i-im…im really scared Barry…” and before he starts crying he puts his face in his hands and starts breathing heavily, wings shaking feverishly. Barry wants so bad to just give him a solid answer, to tell him that he’ll be fine and he’ll get over them eventually dont worry! But Ross is in the middle of a breakdown and hes got all these feelings bubbling to the surface now and all he can do just kinda sit there awkwardly..

Holy shit, Ross dont cry ahh oh no…fuck…“ He gently tries to pry open his hands only to be taken aback by Ross staring at him with his one eyed form. “What the fuck! You cant just throw that at me, shit! W-why are you like that??” When Ross talks, its a weird type of mix between his own voice and autotune: its sounds like.. hes thinking of Ross talking to him instead of actually hearing him and it throws Barry for a loop: “When im like this…  I cant cry… that way I wont worry you too much…” and Barry just stares bc the dude is in the middle of a crisis and the first thing he does is try his best to make him a bit more comfortable and at this point hes like, i fucked up somehow and ive got to make this right… making sure this is the right thing to do, he transforms into his bear form, something that Ross rarely gets to witness and slowly opens his arms into an inviting hug: “Im gonna do that thing Arin does whenever were upset… is it okay for me to do that for you?” and when Ross meekly nods his head, Barry carefully scoops him up in a hug, gently petting his head.

He kinda feels like this isnt working as well as it should until he can feel a sort of dampness on his shirt and when he realizes its Ross crying, he clings a little harder and starts rocking him a little trying to encourage him to let it out “Keeping it all in never works okay? At least thats what Arin always says…You gotta try to tell us when shit like this is eating you alive and keeping you up at night…” He pulls back a little so that he can look Ross in the eye. Hes staring up at him wide eyes, his face red with exhaustion and cheeks damp with tears. “Ross, you have to promise me that you come talk to me if you feel like this again okay? Nobody wins if you keep it all inside okay… you gotta promise me” Ross is still staring doe-eyed at him before slowly nodding his head… Barry smiles and slowly gets up, leaving Ross on the couch. “Stay here, ill be back. I just need to get you some water and blankets: well just camp out on the couch for tonight how does that sound?” Ross looks up at him and nods, not trusting himself enough to speak and Barry, satisfied with the answer goes down the hall.

I…HAVE NO EXCUSE… I RAMBLED ON FOR FAR TOO LONG this was in my head for soooooo long and once I saw the ask, I had to take the opportunity to write a goddamn novel haha I WANTED TO ALSO CLARIFY that Ross talks telepathically when he does that weird one eye thing… ive been meaning to say something about that for ages so i just decided to add that in… IM SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AAAA

Bts reaction to you having a Anxiety attack.


Taehyung: You guys were making your way too his car, you guys had just came out of your work place. You start reflecting on all that happened, you just quite your job. The reality starts to haunt you , you start questioning wether you are going to be able to live well. Your mind starts exploding with questions, tae pats your head ruffly “are you going to get in?”. You get in the car and look out the window, he grabs a hold of your hands and tells you everything is going to be alright. His comforting leads you to uncontrollable tears, you turn to the window and let your bangs hide your face in an attempt to hide your tears. He looks at you but says nothing for a little bit , you preferred that he didn’t. He drives up too your apartment and wraps you in a hug “EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT, OKAY”he says practically yelling in your face, with a unconfident smile. You stop crying for a quick second but then end up crying harder , he leads you too your house and sits beside you on your couch. You put your head on his laps and he starts petting your hair back until you fall asleep. 


 Jin: Everything seemed to be going wrong today, you woke up and noticed you forgot to send in a final project. You cut your finger while cooking and couldn’t find any of your shit. Your car was being stupid so you had to take a bus too Jins house. A burning feeling echoed through your stomach. “Not, now” you kept on telling yourself. You search through your bag to  get the keys to his house , after 3 minutes of ripping everything apart in this 5 inch deep bag you knock on the door. You started to get antsy and your mind was all over the place, usually you would be able to calm yourself  down a little better but it just was  not happening. Jin opens the door up and gives you a large smile, “I thought you weren’t going to come” he says dragging you inside. You tried to giggle but you just couldn’t. “Why didn’t you just use your keys, you better not have lost it again” Jin says in a joking way. It was like a second until you started to cry, the tears wouldn’t stop.”OMO, what wrong. What happened?” jin says startled. “I lost everything -I-I-I-Im-sor-sor-RY” you say barely pronouncing your words.Jin pushes back some of your hair then pulls you forward into a hug,”You never cry, yet you cry over something so small”  you look down at the ground. 

He nudges your head up “Keep your head up” he says smiling   

 JImin:  You were on the phone with him about an hour ago when you suddenly said you had to leave. Truth is you were about to cry , there was no exact reason to it , nobody did anything to you. It was just that you were thinking to much and caused yourself another anxiety attack. You here door bell ring and go to answer the door in a large hoody to hide your eyes. Jimin storms in your house “Why did you hang up like that!! I was worried that something happened”. You clear your voice “Nothing” you say looking down at the floor trying desperately to calm down. “why is your voice so shaky” he says reaching for your hoodie, you take a couple steps back and he follows. He stops “are you crying? whats wrong?” “its nothing Jimin, really…Im used to it, it happens ” you say tears dropping rapidly, he leans against your table and looks at you. “Does it happen often” his voice gets quitter. You nod your head, he walks towards you and takes off your hoodie and holds your face. “Im always here for you ,so don’t cry alone” he hugs you and kisses your for-head.

 Suga: “You know you don’t have to put on such a tough image” he says to you, you dont look up. He grabs a hold of your hand and rubs his thumb against your index finger. The sound of sneakers on a basketball court fills your ears , Suga leans his head on the top of yours, “talk to me about it” he says. You take a deep breath and let out a sigh, you lean your head back up and wipe the tears off your face . You turn too look at him “I don’t know what it is , he lets out a giggle. “You look really ugly when you cry ..Hopie is worse though” , you start to laugh at the image.

 Jhope:Family drama , that was all that was happening in your life. You were caught staring at the wall too long, “Whats wrong , is it your mom?” J hope says interrupting your view of the dull white wall. You started to get anxious, you start cracking your fingers, you let out a sigh “I’ll get over it soon enough”. He nods his head and looks down at his phone, your thoughts start fighting in your head. You thought about getting up and walking to the washroom but that was too easy , your breath starts getting staggered. The tears rush out and you try not to make a noise. You see Hoseoks head shoot up. 

“Whats wrong, is it that bad??” you shake your head and start to stand up , to go to the washroom. Hoseok rushes to your side and hugs you  his arms wrapped around your head . He leans your head on his shoulder, he does not say anything and just hugs you. After crying for a solid 5 minutes, he starts talking to you. 

“It may be hard , but things have to get better” he says eyes a little wet. 

Jungkook: You were walking down the street when you notice all the people watching you, today was not the day. You couldn’t take any stares and definitely not the criticism , you tug on Jungkooks shirt “Can we go home”. He looks back at you and smiles “Sure”, he holds your hand and leads they way. You still felt the pressure of the stares and it was ruining you , you look down and the tears started to drop. You experienced this so many times ,so you new how to make it less obvious. Before you new it Jungkook pulled your arm whipping you around , so that you were facing him. His hands clenched your hand tighter , “Whats wrong, what happened… We will go home, so don’t cry”. He bent his legs so that you were looking down at him and he was looking up at you. “Y/N, you don’t cry a lot so it must really be bothering you. Im sorry”, you shake your head. “Im sorry, sometimes I just freak out and I don’t know how to stop it” he squeezes your hand and continues walking,faster this time.You guys get to the house and he sits you down across from him, “tell me exactly whats wrong”. He sat there and listened to you, with full attention. 

Rapmonster: You and Namjoon were having a really deep talk, about past events in your guises life. When it came to your turn to speak , you couldn’t contain the tears. The past traumas hit you like a truck and all you could do is cry. “Oh fuck, are you aiight” namjoon says grabbing a hold of your hand. You cry harder and louder ,”I-Im okay”  you barely get out. you hear a loud sigh and feel namjoons head lean on your for-head , “Its okay, its in the past” he says. 

“Sometimes ,it feels like it never stopped” you say 

“but Im here now” he says smiling, you let out a giggle. “But look at the state Im in” you say. 

“Its all my fault” he yells, and starts acting a fool to make you feel better.