tears are flowing out my eyes

My sincere advise…

Feel the excruciating pain. Shout it out from the top of your lungs. Cry your heart out until your eyes hurt. Have time for your unending flashbacks. Let it be. Don’t suppressed it. Let your emotions burn your whole system. Let your mind ignites it more. Let your feelings burn to ashes. Endure it until it makes you numb. Until you have no choice but to let it all flow. You need time to feel this. Reminisce everything until your head aches. Drown yourself of tears until you fall asleep. Do it for yourself because you need it. Do it as you wanted to, do it until you get tired and you have no choice but to breathe from that suffocating place you have been.

Your heart have been tortured numerous times that it kills you figuratively.

You deserve more than that.

Your life doesn’t depend on that someone. You have your family and your friends. You are loved. You’re precious.

You’re a lovely living creature. Too lovely that, that someone can’t handle you. It’s not your fault. It’s not that someone’s fault either. It’s the universe choice.

Because everything happens for a reason, we may know it know but soon we will. It’s either to save us from someone who’s not good for us or better than that. Let’s be thankful of this pain, it makes us feel alive. It makes us who we are in the near future.

Those negative emotions? Kill that too. Burn it with your whole system for you to be able to start new.

Keeping grudge is no good. Bitterness won’t take you somewhere. Regrets won’t take back time. Despair and loneliness won’t change anything. Don’t depressed yourself on something that had happened. Instead, be thankful and let it be the reason for the better version of you.

After burning all those emotions, make sure that there’s no debris left. Forgive even that someone is not sorry. Not because that someone needs it but because it will help you feel at ease. Have peace for yourself. Don’t let it consume you but don’t forget the lesson you’ve learned from it.

Most especially, take time for yourself. No one is pressuring you to move on that fast and you don’t have to pretend that you are. Time won’t heal scars but it will help you realize the significant things in life.

Don’t be hard for yourself.

Fighting!

—  caruslacrimae //for those people who got their heart broken
A concept

Ladybug and Chat Noir are sitting on a balcony together. It’s New Year’s Eve and all the fireworks have just gone off. Chat mumbled to himself “I wish Marinette was here to see this”. Ladybug is so caught up in the moment that she said “what are you talking about? I’m right here!”

Her loving expression melted into terror. So did Chat’s. Ladybug clasps her hand over her mouth. “Holy shit,” she said, her voice shaking. “I did not just say that.”

Chat Noir let out a small smile. “You did, Princess.” He sighed. “Now that your secret is out, I suppose I can say this…” The tears stopped flowing from Ladybugs eyes. Was she finally going to find out Chat’s identity?

“Hi Marinette. My name is Adrien.”

PART 2

You woke up on a bed for the first time in five years.

And then you realized that you were tied up to it.

You immediately sat up, but the handcuffs on your wrists  that were attached to the bed frame kept you from doing so and you wince from the pain. You took a look at yourself to see that you were wearing different clothes from the last time you were conscious.

Memories came flooding in your head afterwards and you suddenly felt nauseous all over again. You took a moment to control your breathing and close your eyes again. You tried to remember if you had done anything to get yourself from there to here. Did I…? No. No one got hurt, you think. You tried to remember your name and as you did, tears sprung out of your eyes.

My name is (Y/N)

A smile made its way to your lips and more tears came flowing out of your eyes, you knew your name.

My name is (Y/N)

I was born on (Y/B)

You were laughing now, savoring the fact that you still knew your name after what they did to you, after you blacked out. you knew your name.

“ My name is (Y/N) “ you mutter. Testing the words on your tongue, hearing your name from yourself felt foreign yet so good.

“ And I’m Bucky. “ A voice said. You immediately reach for your pocket for your gun and you realize that you don’t have your gun with you, instead you turn to the source of the voice and you see a man by the door frame, probably in his thirties like you. He had long, black hair that reached his shoulders and a beard that needed a shave. Needless to say, he looked homeless…..aside from the fact that he had muscles practically bulging out of his shirt.

You wonder if you could take him down and you look around the room to spot something you could use as a weapon against the stranger yet there was none. You glare at Bucky and he returns it with one of his.

“ Do you remember anything? “ Bucky asks in Russian. You were a little surprised at this, but you answered him in the language as well.

“ Depends, who’s asking? “ You make sure that you sound like you’re not afraid and ready to take him on if he tries anything.

Bucky studies you for a while and says, “ The guy who saved your ass back there. “

You gulp and you feel a twinge of gratitude for this man, he saved you.

“ Thank you. “ You say, hesitantly. Your expression softens, just to let him know that you meant those two words. His lips quirk upwards at this and you feel warm inside, you realize that there were still tears on your face. You wipe them away with your free hand and Bucky speaks up, “ Are you okay? “

He was still speaking in Russian and you wonder if you should tell him, after all, he was the one who got you out of there and he at least deserves to know about who he saved.

“ I was just happy, I knew my name. “ You say, smiling. Bucky returned the smile and started to make his way towards the bed. He sits down and he reaches out to touch your shoulder, in an instant, you grab his arm and kicked him in the stomach. You were surprised by your actions and you see Bucky kneeling by the edge of the bed, clutching his stomach.

“ Sorry, it was instinct. “ You try to explain. Bucky looked up with a smile on his face, which was strange for a man who just got kicked in the gut. He sits down on the bed again and says, “ It’s okay, (Y/N) right? “ he asks

You nod and you bring your knees up to your chest to avoid making physical contact with him, it was hard because your other hand was attached to the bed frame with metal bracelets.

“ I’m going to ask this again, (Y/N). Do you remember anything? “ he adds, seriously. I nod and say, “ A little. “

“ Can you tell me? “ he asks, his voice was warm and smooth, it was the first time someone spoke to me like that in years. “ I remember the torture, the words and the things I did. “ I say softly, suddenly ashamed and guilty for all the things I did.

Bucky’s expression turned softer, “ Don’t kick me this time. “ he says as he places a hand on my knee. It was a different touch from what you’ve experienced before, it was kind. “ Whatever you did, it wasn’t your fault. That wasn’t you. “ he says. His eyes bore into mine and he almost made me believe it.

“ How would you know? “ I ask him, remembering the faces of those I had to hurt. Their voices, their pleads, their final breaths.

Bucky removes the gloves that were covering his hands and I see metal. He lifts his long sleeves up and I see more metal.

And a red star.

“ Because I was like you. “

My Three Kinds of Tears

I. I can feel the tear slowly building up inside my eye, begging to be let out. It wants to come out at that movie scene that always makes me cry, like when Bubba and Jenny fucking die; when I am reminded of a memory that won’t leave my mind. With a blink of the eye I finally let it out between clenched teeth and tight lips. It flows out of my left eye, slowly streaming to the right, through the corner of my eye and fast down until it reaches my mouth where it lingers on my lips before my tongue wipes it clean; salty; cold. Sometimes it rolls over to the left, in which case it takes its sweet time down my cheek, painfully feeling the coldness, the wetness of the tear the longer it takes to fall; a reminder of the pain that caused it to erupt.The tear is like a creek, slow and soothing; soothing because it leaves me in a state of tranquility; where I calmly ponder it’s journey from my eyes.

II. Both my eyes fill up this time. The tears don’t take their time; they rush into my eyes with a speed unlike before. They form at the riverbank when I’m hit with a “miss you so”, when I crave your touch and know I can’t get a hold; when my thoughts race to my past mistakes. My mouth closed shut. Eyebrows pulled down. Frowning. Trying hard to keep it inside but they pour out, rushing like an untamed mountain river. My head falls in my palms, the only comfort I find. I have my own heart, in the palm of my own hands. Tears push and shove each other to the side, all wanting the attention of my hands, all wanting them to be swept away; but I can’t keep up. My voice cracks. Lets out a cry. Too much. I give up.

III. The last. The most tragic. These are the tears that spew out like molten lava without warning; without stopping. They do so when I break down at night; when I think of how I messed up; when I think of what lies ahead and how far off; when I let my own self down and wonder how I can get up from the ground. They are violent waves of an ocean during a raging hurricane; clashing against each other and swallowing you whole until you’re drowning. They’re the tears that cloud your eyes and leave you choking; can’t breathe; can’t see; can’t feel. My screams leave my mind and meet the tears; on my pillow; pressed to my face. I break away, let go of the comfort of the sheets, and move my head another inch, for there’s a puddle of my tears on my egyptian cotton sheets. Somehow I fall asleep. I’ll be ready for the headache that will never leave; in the morning I wish would never appear.

It’s been a year, a few odd months, and several days. For me, nothing’s changed. I still wake up in a cold sweat with tears flowing out of my eyes because I thought for just a second, that you were lying right beside me. Ever since you left, I haven’t been the same.Thought it seems everything for you changed. You fell in love with a wonderful and simply stunning girl. Admittedly, I was jealous and destroyed. I still lived in a past where we stayed up late laughing about small things, and I’d sit with your arms tight around my waist. Now I wake up everyday in a daze because I don’t know how to move on, or how to let you go.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#45)

i--fucking-love--ketchup  asked:

Heyo!! I love your animations and wanna be as awesome as you are some day! My question is: could you show us how you make a rig in toonboom? I've seen others do it but none of them are cool as yours (especially your taako one). So yeah. I love you bye!

haha aww thanks ! the next tutorial I’m going to do is rigging basics and im going to cover a few things I do with my rigs , but i cant stress this enough

A GOOD RIG DOES NOT MEAN GOOD ANIMATION

a good rig makes animation easier, sure, depending on the work flow..but a few people would tear their hair out using one of my rigs - it is not work place or production friendly by any means.  it does what i need to in a limited capacity because I am used to doing A LOT of things by eye. In the end its traditional animation principles that make animation look good or ‘smooth’ . Arcs , timing , offset , squash and stretch , proportions and volumes..ect ! 

I will totally 100% share my knowledge on how to start off with making rigs , and its super on my list of things to do…but I dont want people to think that my rigs are magic , its all in how you use them and TBH you could probably find better explanations on the actual toonboom website haha . I will for sure be uploading a video on them probably within the next two weeks..maybe this coming up long weekend. 

Hand.

I am crying. I am unable to be this darkness alone. I want to throw it to the wind from myself. But I know there are not hands or bodies out there to take hold of dark things. Just light things, something that smiles but does not cry. I am unable to be this matter on my own, my life depends on it. I must be of the earth where there are countless others. Others who understand that this, a darkness, is always just the beginning. In the beginning of my mind the darkness, surface filled with life. Small insects burrowing, quick eyes glinting, the nightly rivers flowing, the tails knotting to circles, moving as the tears of the earth. The sadness of the earth dividing into a small horizon, a multidimensional image flattened into a two-dimensional surface. On the surface of the aesthetic plane an animal intelligence portrays itself. Unable to show it’s true sadness, it wants to throw itself to the wind, but only a form of touch will suffice for it, a form of touch able to welcome the earthen sadness below a flattened plane. Below the beauty I am unable to be otherwise, my image is in darkness a world of countless birds.

My sincere advise…

Feel the excruciating pain. Shout it out from the top of your lungs. Cry your heart out until your eyes hurt. Have time for your unending flashbacks. Let it be. Don’t suppressed it. Let your emotions burn your whole system. Let your mind ignites it more. Let your feelings burn to ashes. Endure it until it makes you numb. Until you have no choice but to let it all flow. You need time to feel this. Reminisce everything until your head aches. Drown yourself of tears until you fall asleep. Do it for yourself because you need it. Do it as you wanted to, do it until you get tired and you have no choice but to breathe from that suffocating place you have been.

Your heart have been tortured numerous times that it kills you figuratively.

You deserve more than that.

Your life doesn’t depend on that someone. You have your family and your friends. You are loved. You’re precious.

You’re a lovely living creature. Too lovely that, that someone can’t handle you. It’s not your fault. It’s not that someone’s fault either. It’s the universe choice.

Because everything happens for a reason, we may know it know but soon we will. It’s either to save us from someone who’s not good for us or better than that. Let’s be thankful of this pain, it makes us feel alive. It makes us who we are in the near future.

Those negative emotions? Kill that too. Burn it with your whole system for you to be able to start new.

Keeping grudge is no good. Bitterness won’t take you somewhere. Regrets won’t take back time. Despair and loneliness won’t change anything. Don’t depressed yourself on something that had happened. Instead, be thankful and let it be the reason for the better version of you.

After burning all those emotions, make sure that there’s no debris left. Forgive even that someone is not sorry. Not because that someone needs it but because it will help you feel at ease. Have peace for yourself. Don’t let it consume you but don’t forget the lesson you’ve learned from it.

Most especially, take time for yourself. No one is pressuring you to move on that fast and you don’t have to pretend that you are. Time won’t heal scars but it will help you realize the significant things in life.

Don’t be hard for yourself.

Fighting!

—  //for those people who got their heart broken
dedicated to crazy woman ❤ and rain ❤
You Have a Bad Sex Life With Him: Part 2

Part 1

Masterlist


The rain pattered against Gemma’s window, my fingers fiddling against the corner of my book. I can just barely see the words on the paper, only the occasional lightning making each word visible. Gemma snores softly beside me, and I almost start to cry wishing I am able to sleep now. But my eyes resisted each flutter, and now here I am, awake and drowning in my thoughts.

My head falls lightly onto the window, the glass leaving a spot of cold against my skin.

“I said don’t be afraid” I sing under my breath, my voice quivering the slightest. “I’m coming home.”

I close my eyes, a single tear drop flowing down my cheek, landing softly on the page of my book. I instantly wipe it away with the pads of my fingers, shaking my head. 

I close my book softly, placing it gently down on the bed before quietly slipping out from under the duvets. I make sure to walk quietly out the door, making sure to not disturb anybody before making my way into the kitchen.

I slide the light, illuminating the room to as dim as it can be. Loneliness consumes me, wraps me up like a cocoon, fighting against the restraints. I’m miserable, spending a night where my thoughts haunt my insides, where I’m alone wondering if this is how every night will be.

A night without Harry is something foreign. I’ve always needed him near, touching me in some sort of way, feeling his skin burn through mine. It’s comforting to me, feeling the effects of a man you love. It’s a drug, an intoxication, burning your insides until you feel the high. That’s how I felt with him every night, in paradise, because it’s just me and him, with no sense of an outside world, no care or thoughts, just us. 

I lean against the counter, tracing the shapes I made out in my head. I take a few deep breaths, hoping to compose the emotions threatening to spill out. I feel like he’s slipped completely out from between my fingers, and he’s so oblivious that he just keeps his hands clenched, as if still holding on.

Tears begin to fall from my eyes, dropping onto the counter. I don’t bother holding them back, choking with each inhale. 

I cry until there’s nothing left inside of me, just an empty void of nothingness. Just a pit of numbness, settling in my stomach. Until my cheeks are dried, and my eyes swollen. I must have been out of it for a while, in a zone of deep thought and self doubt, because suddenly, I feel him. With no warning.

I feel his chest nearly touching my back, the heat radiating off his skin enough to already feel it. His breath is hitting my neck, chills running up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers. His soft hands roam my waist, dancing along the clothed parts of me. The knuckles of my fingers curl against the table. His hands run up my back, gliding against my shoulders and running down my arms, his fingertips on top of mine. 

He leans in, his lips pressing against my shoulder bone. He moans softly, detaching his lips only to kiss my skin again. But suddenly, I can’t feel him anymore, and I almost start to think he left me once again, back to the feeling of lonesome. But his hands reattach to my hips, and his lips meet my shoulder again.

“Marry me.” He whispers, his breath lingering on my skin.

My breath gets caught in my throat, my heart stopping at his words. I forget how to breathe, my lungs collapsing with his words.

He keeps his lips where they are, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t, everything is caught in my throat.

“Please,” he breathes out, “baby girl.”

I let out my held breath, my shoulders slumping forward.

He kisses my shoulders again, almost desperately, just to get me to say something.

“I was waiting until I asked you. You know my reputation, I didn’t want you to think I was only in this relationship so that you can open your legs for me. I just wanted you to understand that I’m in this for you, just for you, not for anything else.”

I turn to look at him, his green eyes glistening with tears. He’s biting on his lip, his hands shaking against my waist. He sighs, bottom lip trembling between his teeth. 

“I’m sorry I put you through this. I didn’t know.” He cries, fingers petting my cheek. “But please, marry me.”

I place my hand on his wrist, making sure his touch didn’t leave me. I have never seen him so vulnerable, where he looks like a single word can destroy his whole world. But he’s never looked so beautiful.

“You don’t have to ask me, Harry, if you don’t want to. I wasn’t asking for that much.”

He shakes his head, looking almost heartbroken that I haven’t said yes.

“But I want to, I want to spend everyday with you. I already have the ring, I’ve had it for weeks. I was waiting until I showed you how serious I was about you so that you didn’t think sex was all I wanted. My reputation it—it’s fucked up. It’s not me, it’s not who I am and I didn’t want you to think I—“

Before he could finish, I lean in so I can kiss him. I make sure he can feel the compassion I hold for him, the flames of fire that burn my skin whenever he touches me. His fingertips press against my skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning. 

“Why’d you wait so long, my H?” I mumble, “I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anybody else.“

My nails dig into his skin, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. I rub occasionally on his chest, palms running along his skin. This is the closest I’ve ever been to him, emotionally. I feel like he’s with me now, fully there, not half gone. 

“I love you so, so much, baby girl,” he whispers, head lulling back the more pressure I puncture into his skin, “and I think it’s time I show you how much I do.”

My Summer Love - C.H.

Requesta fic based off of summer love by 1D if that’s ok. :)

Summary: Calum meets a girl on the beach while he’s on vacation and is reluctant to say goodbye when his stay is over.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Female Reader

A/N: Just so this isn’t extremely long and flows together a lot smoother, I’m gonna make more parts to this story until it’s over. :) 


“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” 

Y/N’s hand flew to her throbbing nose, her eyes squeezing shut as soon as she felt tears fill them. The brown-eyed stranger was stunned with his guilt, lips parted with shock as his hand gently rested on the side of her face. “Please tell me you’re okay, love, I’m so sorry,” he apologized again, spewing out expressions of regret. “I used to be so good at football, I have no idea what happened. I didn’t mean to hit you in the face.” 

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MNSFW Relationship Headcanons:

(MNSFW: Maybe Not Safe For Work // Don’t read this if youre at work just to be sure) Relationship headcanons for Peter Parker, Barry Allen, Pietro Maximoff, Vision


Vision

Originally posted by relationshipaims


-Vision always makes sure you are one hundred percent healthy and getting a lot of rest. He hates to see when you’re in pain or suffering from any illness.
-You always help him cook because you know how much he can’t
-”What are these pieces of H2O flowing out of my eyes?”
-”They are tears, Vis.”
-”…They are also salty.”
-You wanting to show him everything because he is quite new
-You being protected by him all the time
-Him not understanding his feelings that he had for you prior to you guys getting together
-Him getting self conscious about not being ‘human’ enough for you
-You reassuring him that whether or not he looks or is human doesn’t matter to you
-Sweet, soft kisses
-Crazy sex when he finally gets the hang of things 


Barry Allen

Originally posted by painfulblisss

-Him giving you surprise kisses in split seconds
-You volunteering at STAR Labs but being suspicious of Dr. Wells
-You getting jelous of Iris but Barry always reassuring you that he is the only one he sees
-sex sex sex sex sex
-jealous sex
-being away for too long sex
-angry sex
-lovemaking
-Barry being a good kisser
-You also being an amazing kisser
-You getting worried anytime he leaves to stop someone
-Always kissing him like its the last time because well, it could be
-Eventually getting into an accident and developing powers on your own

Pietro Maximoff

Originally posted by iamunkillablemonster

-Much like Barry, he is always speeding by you, giving quick hugs or kisses. 
-Unlike Barry, Pietro is more on PDA and is a much bigger pervert
-Lots of yoga around him courtesy of you
-Him sneaking touches under the table
-You both not telling anyone, not because they would be mad, you just love the sneaking around and secrecy of it
-You wearing his shirts and he can’t get enough of it
-Beard burn
-You getting hickeys you have to explain as training bruises because you can because they are everywhere
-
Morning sex
-You dressing all sexy on undercover missions just to tease him
-Him flirting with other girls on those missions just so you can get all jealous + make out with him in a closet later
-You flirting with other guys normally just so Piet can get angry and kiss you in public (lets admit it, you love PDA just as much as he does)
-Him always making sure you are safe
-Him whispering very very dirty things in your ear in Sokovian
-his. accent

Peter Parker
(bless Tom Holland omfg)

Originally posted by romance-r-us

-You meeting him when Tony brings him back to the tower, you being Tony’s little sister
-You falling in love with Peter because of all his witty comments
-Peter was in love with you since the day he met you
-Your hopeless romantic side always battling your feminist side around him
-Him wanting to show off infront of you resulting him being a dork
-You kissing him first
-Him gossiping about his new girlfriend all around school
-Him showing pictures of you to everyone
-Him coming home beat up from guys who don’t believe him
-You making a special appearance at his school
-On that day, you spend every second clinging to Peter’s arm and kissing him just to make sure everyone knows you really love him
-Other girls starting to flirt with Peter only to have you make them back off when you sneer at them and tell them you are Y/N Stark
-Peter adoring the way you get jealous
-Him adoring you in general
-You being dominant in the bedroom
-Him so happy he lost his V Card to you
-You being surprised at how good he is
-You just loving him even if he is a dork sometimes
-Worrying he won’t come home

Day 5: Featuring your OTP (ChromXRobin)

(I’ve been playing FE:Awakening like mad since they announced FE:If, so take my Chrobin family feels. This takes place after chapter 21, when Lucina ‘threatens’ Robin.)

Robin’s eyes were still wide open when Lucina finished speaking her reasons, her sword still pointed at her neck. “I’m sorry mother, but I have to kill you.” Her daughter cried out, pain in her eyes and voice evident.

Robin sighed deeply, and considered her options. There was truly only one. “Where my life just my own, I would let you, my love.” She spoke after a spell. “I know you’ll be quick about it, and you mean well, but…”

“I love you too Mother!” Lucina cried out, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, but her sword unwavering.“But I have to save the future! My kingdom. Our kingdom!” Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she uttered those last words.

Her heart broke when the first tear hit the ground, and she quickly took the young woman into her arms. “I know my love.” She pressed Lucina close to herself, picking her words carefully. “And had circumstances been different, I would have spared you the troubles and have ended my life myself. But think, Lucina, what would happen to your brother?”

“Morgan…?” Lucina whispered as the realization of what she had almost done dawned on her. “I… hadn’t thought of it, to be honest.”

“You’re single-mindedly determined, just like your father.” Robin praised her with a fond smile, a hand resting on her shoulder. “But you have my wits, and you know the facts. Deep inside, you know Morgan grows within me as of this moment, and as a mother I would do anything to protect him.”

“WHAT!” A cry from a far, and instantly her husband stood beside her.

Robin fought the urge to roll her eyes. Had the circumstances been different, it would have been comical. “Oh Chrom, how nice of you to finally join us. I’d been waiting for you to reveal yourself.”

Lucina stared at him in shock. “Father, were you watching this entire time?”

“You are not the only one who can eavesdrop, young lady.” He berated her, and then turned to her mother. “But Robin, why didn’t you say so before? You’re endangering yourself and our child!” His eyes were fixed on her stomach, but she had long ensured that an old breastplate and her thick cloak concealed all hints of the child.

“Shush Chrom, I’m only four months along, there is nothing to worry about.” She told him, averting his searching eyes. Something akin to guilt bloomed up inside her, but she suppressed it quickly.

Chrom would have nothing of it, and put his hands on Robin’s face, forcing her to look at him. “Is that why you’ve been… avoiding me, at night?” The pain in his eyes she had seen more often lately was evident, and for not the first time she regretted their decision to keep it a secret.

She summoned all courage she possessed and met his eyes boldly. “I knew you would react like this, or do something stupid like send me home. You need to be able to trust that I can guard your back, instead of focusing on me all the time.”

A flicker of hurt passed over Chrom’s eyes, and then it was gone. He let go of Robin, and turned to his daughter. Tiredly, he commanded her. “Lucina, put down that sword, please.”

Lucina, still on the brink of tears met her mother’s eyes, and whispered softly to the both of them. “I’m so sorry mother, I couldn’t do it.”

A adoring smile graced her mother’s lips, as she took pity in her daughter. “I’m not asking you to do such a horrible thing my love, no mother would ask that of her daughter. But please, my love, allow your brother to live. He is such a ball of sunshine, the world needs his optimism. Just five more months, and I will take whatever hold Validar has over me with me to the grave.” As she spoke the words, she knew they were true.

“No, you will not.” Her husband bellowed.

Her brow furrowed. “Chrom, this is not your decision to make.”

His sword hand was twitching and she could see he had trouble controlling his anger. “I am the man of this house, you’re damn wrong if you think I have no say in this!”

“And this is my life! Just because I’m your wife doesn’t mean you can lord over me!” Robin cried back with just as much force.

“And what about our children? Would you let them grow up motherless? Morgan especially will be devastated, look at the boy, he worships the ground you walk on!” Chrom argued back, his tone so loud Robin feared the entire camp would overhear.

“Rather motherless than dead, I reckon!”  Robin tone was as sharp as steel. “Sacrifices have to be made, Chrom. At least your sister understood that.”

It was a low blow, and she knew it. “Don’t bring Emmeryn into this!” Chrom spit out, his hand on Falchion.

“Stop, please stop.” Lucina cried out, placing herself between the two fighting adults.  “Please stop fighting.”

They both instandly remembered what they were doing and in front of whom. “I’m sorry Lucina.” Chrom apologized, and Robin nodded as well.  

Their daughter instead got on her knees, and looked up at them pleadingly. “Mother, I can’t order you but please listen to be because I beg you, don’t kill yourself. We’ll hide you if necessary, when the time comes. I’m trying so hard to change the future, but I can’t do it on my own. Only now do I see that you’re the pin that holds all of these people together. If you would die, so would the world.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Robin said. “That is sweet of you to say, my dear.”

“It’s the truth. And maybe I just didn’t see it until now.” Lucina declared with the dedication befitting of her lineage. “So please mother, I beg you. I need you.”

Chrom put a hand on Lucina’s shoulder, and met hers with sorrowful eyes. “We need you.”

She hated herself right at that moment. She cursed her fate, and the sighed, deeply. “Okay. I promise.” Robin whispered, and instantly Lucina and Chrom embraced her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth, love and comfort her family so willingly provided her. In her head, the rest of her statement echoed. ‘for now’

“Brother, what has gotten into you?! Snap out of it!” Bamba cried, not hesitating to deliver a harsh smack to Cinnamon’s cheek, tears pricking at his deaden blue eyes. Cinnamon’s expression remained static as a dull pain flowed through his cheekbone, though his coppery eyes narrowed along with his frown.

“I’m not allowing you to go down this route! You have fucking children, Cinnamon! I-”

“And what makes you assume that they even acknowledge my existence?” Cinnamon interrupted lowly, his eyes glossing over with suppressed tears- to which Bamba only frowned. “They probably despise me for leaving their mother like this..”

“You can’t control that, Ci. We’re in debt- and you selfishly spent the last of our grocery money at the bar last night!” Bamba informed, eyebrows narrowing slightly as he spoke.
“…You’re not going to end up like Pumpkin’s brother either.. I love you too much to let that happen, Cinnamon.”

Cinnamon couldn’t muster up a proper response, eyes stuck to the wooden floor from below him as his mind was too full with his own thoughts. Bamba gently wrapped his arms around his distressed sibling, who hesitantly leaned into the unexpected embrace, quelling his heart-broken sobs that begun to creep up from deep within his chest. They just sat there silently- before the younger fell limp in Bamba’s arms, earning a soft, broken chuckle of what could only be quizzed as amusement

“…Heh, what a morning..”

Teaser for my Galra!Spy!Keith/Shiro fic, since I’m needy and want people to be excited for my story.

“Oh Shiro…” he drew the fingers of his hand across the new arm, finding it warm and smooth. He was trembling now, fighting against tears that stung as they filled his eyes before flowing over and down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. For not breaking him out of the arena? For letting the druids get to him? For not killing Sendak already and having done with this whole charade? Keith knelt, choking on his sobs, and pressed his forehead to Shiro’s new metal hand.
“…Kogane…?” the voice was almost a whisper. Keith looked up to see Shiro’s eyes open and looking at him. “Hey, don’t cry.” The human reached out with his good arm, painfully shifting until he could cup Keith’s head in his hand, one thumb brushing away the tears still coursing down Keith’s cheek. Keith pressed into the touch and closed his eyes, bringing one hand up to cradle Shiro’s against his face.
“What’s wrong?” the question brought a sharp, bitter laugh from Keith.
“How can you ask that? You’re… you almost died today. And you’re worried about me?”
“’Course,” Shiro said, thumb now rubbing gentle circles on Keith’s cheek. “You’re… you.”
“You’re high,” Keith stated, and he was right. There were so many chemicals - not to mention quintessence - being pumped into Shiro right now, he couldn’t be thinking clearly.
“Sure. Doesn’t mean I don’t care.” He smiled so sweetly, and Keith thought about Shiro’s expression when Sendak had hit him, when he’d been ready to kill the general for what he’d done. Nobody had ever looked at him like Shiro did. He didn’t know what to feel about that.

do you know that feeling you get when you try with all your might to stop yourself from crying? that burning in your throat that you try hard to swallow down and it just gets harder and harder each time? the more you swallow the more the tears well up in your eyes and the second one tear falls theres no stopping the rest. the tears flow out of your eyes like a waterfall and each time you wipe it away it comes back faster. with each tear comes more and more emotion whether its anger, sadness, or frustration. as much as i try to hold it in, it gets too hard and i let it go. the tears well up in your eyes making everything blurry. it looks like how life was before your first pair of glasses, it looks like a camera out of focus and all you can think is ‘how do i make it stop?’ the only way of making it stop is by letting it out. but by letting it out you let out your emotions. these emotions that you’ve been hiding for years or months or even days, all these emotion bundled up together, are finally out. and all you can think is, what do i do now? why do i feel like this?

Tadashi Hamada Headcanons
  • The majority of his iPod consists of soothing / easy listening bands like The Paper Kites and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.
  • He LOVES green tea. Aunt Cass often says that it’s in his bloodstream.
  • All the selfies on his phone usually involve him making a stupid face. His favorite is a double chin with his eyes crossed.
  • He hardly ever cries. Only when he’s really overwhelmed or exhausted does he allow the tears to flow.
  • When he hadn’t slept in over 36 hours, Hiro pointed out that he was putting his shoes on the wrong feet, and Tadashi sunk to the floor and wept.
  • He lives and breathes for Girl Scout cookies. His favorite are Thin Mint and Shortbread.
  • If he wasn’t gifted in robotics, he would’ve liked to become a physical therapist.
  • He thought about being a doctor, but after shadowing a few at a hospital, he didn’t think he could grasp the idea that he couldn’t help everyone. People die, things happen.
  • He has horrible vision. He mainly wears contacts, but he has to take them out and switch to glasses when he wants to read.
  • His parents wanted him to pick up some sort of instrument, but he completely rejected piano and violin. He discovered the guitar in middle school, and he quickly picked it up.
  • He can do the coolest vocal growl when he sings.