the tears i can't stop them

roteli  asked:

You mentioned in a post that fiction ≠ reality, but to kids it's not, fiction shapes how they see the world. Fiction is supposed to show them what's right and what's wrong. Adults who support adult/minor relationships make it had for children to distinguish that line if they haven't dealt with discourse (in the actual sense of the word) on serious subjects before. I can't make you stop shipping adult/minor ships, but I hope you consider what you're posting and the consequences that they have.

Is it fiction that shapes their perception or context?

I will agree that what we see in the media can influence us to some extent; a tragic movie can bring us to tears, just like a drama can educate us on matters across the globe, and propaganda has been used - even in modern day - to try and change the opinions of the masses to suit a greater power.

That being said, those things all rely on context: our tears spring from empathy, the education relies on a desire to be educated, and propaganda usually is on the back of a society willing to believe or being fed specific information from other sources. It’s like in children’s shows. We see Bart Simpson being strangled by his father, or Keith name-calling Lance, but children usually know these things are completely wrong.

They know not to imitate ‘Tom and Jerry’, because they have parents and teachers there to say: “it is wrong to hurt someone else”. They get time-outs on the naughty step, or a spanking in certain cultures, or just a long lecture … they usually have some trusted figure there to discipline and/or explain, so that everything they watch is through that same filter of understanding.

It’s why we need to supervise the media our children consume.

I think you are right: if this is the only discourse a child sees, it can have detrimental affects, but - massive ‘but’ here - where are the parents/guardians? Why are strangers on the Internet meant to parent the children of other people, whom they have not agreed to legally raise?

See, when we grew up, this was a constant discussion. We were taught basics of reproduction as soon as we asked questions. We were taught about ‘naughty places’ and ‘private places’. We were taught never to let an adult touch there. These discussions evolved over time, so - as a young teenager - we were taught about statutory rape, that even if we ‘want’ it that it’s still wrong, and so forth and so forth … 

We need to put the responsibility for raising a child on the parents.

Tumblr is 18+ on the app, 13+ on the website, I believe? While AO3 allows all content and explicitly states this, while having a tagging and rating system for you to make an informed choice about what you see. This means we have to lay responsibility upon the parents for not supervising or limiting the Internet activity of the child, instead of trying to infringe upon the rights of adults and remove their safe spaces to produce/consume art as they wish.

It’s basically a case of there being safe spaces for children, too, where they can discuss/consume art freely without coming across such materials, but that falls upon the parent to make sure that they are on the right websites … example, if I do not like porn then I avoid porn sites. If I don’t want to see shipping, I don’t go onto Tumblr or AO3.

What I’m advocating is personal responsibility. 

We need parents/guardians to stop the children from seeing these things, or for them (and schools) to provide a context to what they see … if a child knows that it’s fiction, just like child abuse in ‘The Simpsons’ or glorified violence in ‘Tom and Jerry’ is just fiction, they won’t normalise it and seek to emulate it. The answer isn’t to ban or censor such cartoons; no one would ever say ‘ban cartoons’, because they’re a part of life, but I think providing context to cartoons is absolutely key to these things.

One last example … 

I was around eight when “South Park” first came out; we watched it religiously as children, even with videos cassettes of it, because parents assumed that it was safe as all cartoons were for kids (that was their mistake and their fault as parents, because - like with shipping - the content isn’t the problem, but that it’s made accessible by parents unwilling to supervise their own children). 

In our case, we had massive context for what we saw (luckily, our parents were good on that score, which is part of why I always advocate teaching children, especially if you aren’t willing to supervise them). We never copied the bad language (some people I know today never swear; even I say ‘shoot’ or ‘darn’ as a general rule). No one I know copied the violence (I don’t have a single friend from that group who ever tried to kick a baby, for example). 

It was just entertainment. We laughed and enjoyed it, but we never copied it or held it up to a standard of normality … it was just a cartoon; we knew that, because our parents taught us that, as well as teaching us the behaviour in such cartoons was inappropriate in real life. This is why education is key.

If a child has parents that accidentally let them see Keith/Shiro, they should at least have the education and context to know that behaviour is inappropriate and should not be copied … it’s not up to shippers to stop creating such works, because the places we’re in are designed for adults or for all age-groups with explicit rules allowing such art. Now, if I went onto a children’s forum and posted such things -? Bad. On Tumblr -? Not so bad.

Sorry for the long essay back. 

We just need to realise that art/fanfiction isn’t the problem; the problem comes from parents/guardians not contextualising what children see, or preventing them from seeing it in the first place. We also need more safe spaces just for children, both moderated and supervised by responsible adults, so they have places to go that - well - aren’t Tumblr or AO3.  

my-one-love-is-music  asked:

I love your JayTim art so much. It's beautiful and every time you post something new I get so excited and my heart is so happy with the caring glances that they always give each other and the desire that's always present in whatever scenario you choose to work with. I love your art style and recently learned that I can't look at your drawings when I have alcohol in my system because they make me literally cry happy tears. Please never stop creating because I love your work so much. <333333333333

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Parting Thoughts On The Series Finale | Season 12 | BONES

#3 My Neighbor's A Jerk

Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?

Word Count: 2708

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Genre: RomCom

Warning: none

Author’s Note: finally, ik. But i don’t think i like this chapter all that very much. But still, enjoy! :)

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When Emma finally feels like she can pull back (just a little) from the rib-crushing embrace they’ve been wrapped in, it’s only to tilt her head up to look at his beautiful, wonderful face again. It’s streaked with tears, matching the tracks on her own, and they both giggle shakily at each other, a few more drops escaping to slide down each of their cheeks. Caught in the dizziness of laughter and crying and overwhelming joy at feeling his body, solid and firm and real against hers, she sniffles a little bit and his lip trembles even through the ridiculously wide grin stretched across his whole face.

And then she’s on him again, lips meeting and hands shifting to clutch tufts of black hair at the back of his neck. His hands slide up to grasp her jaw, thumbs rubbing circles along her cheekbones as their mouths greet each other again and again and again. Every tiny bit of longing and loneliness they’ve felt over the past few days (god, has it only been days?) is eked out in the silent conversation of their tongues curling against one another and she can hardly breathe for the love she feels pressing in on her chest.

They have to stop kissing to draw breath, but their foreheads remain pressed against each other, hands splayed over each other’s jaws. Every inch of the realms between them has been crossed and they are both utterly incapable of letting each other go now that they have finally found one another again. 

She can feel his hot breath puffing out against her lips and she feels tears spilling over again, even as her mouth curls into a smile. Pressing her lips right against his, she mumbles into his mouth.

“You really have to stop trading your ship for me.” 

The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn (1/?)

Takes place after the events of 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle With You”.

Castiel has been in love with Dean ever since he first laid a hand on him in Hell all those years ago. But finally, painfully, he realises Dean will never return his feelings and forces himself to move on. Dean misses the presence and attention of his angel, and comes to some realisations of his own.

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Chapter 1/?

Castiel has known it all along, if he’s honest and admits it to himself. That Dean doesn’t harbour the same feelings for him that he does for the hunter. He still isn’t exactly proficient in the complexities of human communication, but this time he had been as plain as he was able to be, and still Dean had failed to respond to him. If telling his friend that he loved him in what they all thought were his last moments didn’t make Dean confess it back, then nothing ever would. For a fleeting moment, Castiel had tried to convince himself that it was because Sam and Mary were there, but that line of thought trailed off as he realised that if Dean was unable to admit his feelings in front of his family then it was unlikely they were particularly strong anyway.

Dean’s love for him is a platonic one, the kind you have for your brother or a parent. It isn’t the romantic, all-consuming love that Castiel suffered from and now the angel has his proof. He has spent years hoping, wondering, even sometimes convincing himself that he saw something reflected in Dean’s glittering green eyes, but now he has his answer - and as painful as it is, at least it’s something tangible.
Something final that he can cling onto, suffer through, and move past. But god, the suffering Cas is feeling now is staggering, incomparable; he feels like his heart is being torn from his chest, like his soul - if he had one - is shattering one piece at a time. He loves Dean more than he can admit, even to himself, and how he’s going to be able to be around him after that rejected confession is something Cas hasn’t got an answer for just yet.

And why the hell would Dean love the fallen angel? What is there to love about Castiel? He has lied to Dean, betrayed him, done unspeakable things in the name of God and heaven…Dean probably sees him now as damaged, jaded, something to take pity on. Wait…Is that why Dean keeps him around? He pities him?

That thought brings a fresh wave of agony, and Castiel leans forward to vomit again into the toilet bowl, collapsing back against the cool tiles when his stomach just can’t expel any more. He’s still coughing up black slime, his skin is still raw and burning, and his insides feel like someone is going at them with sandpaper. He had been OK for a while, on the journey home. Had felt almost normal. He had excused himself the moment they had got back to the bunker, first to his own bedroom then the bathroom when he realised how ill he truly felt, and has now been locked in solitude, alternating between vomiting and trying not to hyperventilate, for over an hour. His skin is wet with sweat, his clothing soaked, and he can’t stop shaking. He remembers when he last felt remotely ill, when his stolen grace was fading inside him, but this is another level entirely. He’s violently sick again, and trades sitting back against the wall for lying down on the bathroom floor, his overheated cheek against the cool tiles, and tries to hold in a fresh wave of tears. If Dean saw him now…

He hears a door slam from deep in the bunker, raised voices, but can’t find the energy to even sit up let alone go and see what’s happening. Sam and Dean are probably arguing, and Mary is probably trying to placate them. Castiel is more than familiar with their family dynamics now; his family dynamics he supposes, after the events of today. He truly does see himself as a part of their family - the words ‘Castiel Winchester’ run through his mind and he huffs out an almost delirious giggle at the thought - but the worry dragging gently at him is that Dean only said what he did because Castiel was dying. He tries to reason with himself, pain, discomfort and distress clouding his logic, and only comes to conclusions that cause him further pain and upset. He should really think about this stuff later, when he’s feeling better, when he’s had a chance to talk to Dean…
Fuck. He has to talk to Dean. He doesn’t have to mention what he said, when he feverishly confessed his love, but he’ll have to talk to the hunter at some point, he can’t just ignore him for the rest of his life. He could leave, he supposes, sitting up suddenly to spit more black bile out into the toilet and collapsing again with his head spinning - but isn’t that a cowardly thing to do? To leave, to run away? He doesn’t fucking know, all he knows is that he’s hurting, in every way possible, and he want it to just stop. A knock at the door draws him back to reality just enough for him to turn his head and focus as the bathroom door swings open.

“Cas? You OK? Oh God, Cas!”

Sam’s expression immediately drops to one of intense concern, and he kneels down beside the fallen angel, sliding his hands under Castiel’s shoulders and helping him to sit up. Cas slumps back against Sam, the back of his head hitting the bone of Sam’s shoulder with an unpleasant crack, and he tries to catch his breath.

“‘M fine, Sam. Just…taking longer than I thought…to get back to normal…”

“Cas, are you sure?” Sam’s voice is laced with worry. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No…” Cas knew he should feel embarrassed, lying collapsed in Sam’s arms the way he currently is, but he can’t find it in him to care. “Just need to wait it out…”

“Let me get you some water,” Sam manoeuvres Cas until he’s leaning against the wall; the angel lets his eyes fall shut and listens to the sound of a tap running, then Sam is pressing a perspiring glass of water into his feverish hands. “Try and drink it slowly.”

Castiel complies, feeling a little better with each sip. He supposes he’s dehydrated from all the vomiting - another pesky human affliction he will never be able to get used to. He wants to ask Sam how Dean is, but at the same time doesn’t want to open the door to any potentially awkward discussions, not in his current state. However, in true Castiel style, his brain doesn’t always have control over his mouth.

“How’s Dean?”

“Dean?” Sam seems surprised, but then the narrowing of his eyes makes Cas think he knows exactly what the angel means. “Dean’s fine. He was really worried about you; we all were. Are. You look dreadful, man.”

“You try getting stabbed with the Lance of Michael and see how you feel,” Cas gripes, dragging himself into a better sitting position and trying to wipe sweat from his brow with his even sweatier palm. “In fact no, don’t. I wouldn’t wish this affliction on any of you.”

“Not even Dean?” Sam teases lightly, sitting down against the opposite wall to keep Cas company for a while. “I’m sure he’s deserves it once or twice.”

“No…” Cas’ voice grows soft with contemplation. He isn’t in any mood to joke. “Especially not Dean.”
To his horror, his eyes fill with tears and he can’t react fast enough to wipe them away, and they spill unchecked down his cheeks. He scrubs at them savagely, eyes burning with embarrassment now as well as pain, and hopes Sam won’t say anything. That, of course, doesn’t go his way either.

Sam is silent for a while, alternating between watching the angel and playing with nonexistent fluff on his jeans. His next words cement the truth that Castiel already knew; any tiny glimmer of hope he still held onto is completely and irrevocably destroyed.

“I’m so sorry, Cas. We all thought he felt the same, we really did. I’ve thought for years that the two of you…you know, would end up together. I thought-”

“Don’t, Sam.” Cas’ voice breaks and another flood of tears stream down his cheeks. He drops his head, chin almost on his chest, and gives in to the grief. “Please. Don’t. I can't…I just can’t.”

He doesn’t care any more if Sam is watching him, if he’s in the room, or what he thinks of him. He doesn’t have the energy to fight any more, and the sobs that have been threatening him since they returned to the bunker now burst out of him and he’s powerless to control them. The glass of water splinters on the ground beside him and he drops his head into his hands; the tears start and they won’t stop. The angel cries for what feels like forever, barely feeling Sam’s arm come around his shoulders, barely hearing the empty words of comfort whispered into his ear; everything he thought his future would eventually be had been smashed to pieces in front of him, and Sam has confirmed it all. Dean doesn’t love him; he never has.

Minutes tick towards hours, and Castiel just can’t stop crying.

Watching Rogue One never gets easier...

First Time: Teary-eyed

Second Time: Tears streaming down my face

Third Time: Bawling my freaking eyes out into a huge snot-crying mess

Fall Out Boy inspired Sentence Starters
  • 1: "I'm gonna make it bend and break."
  • 2: "And I want these words to make things right."
  • 3: "Who does he think he is?"
  • 4: "Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great."
  • 5: "Been looking forward to the future."
  • 6: "They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers."
  • 7: "I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood."
  • 8: "But you will remember me."
  • 9: "And just one mistake is all it will take."
  • 10: "We'll go down in history."
  • 11: "No, it's nothing wrong with me."
  • 12: "I never meant for you to fix yourself."
  • 13: "I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name."
  • 14: "We've been here forever."
  • 15: "I could scream forever."
  • 16: "Am I more than you bargained for yet?"
  • 17: "Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him/her/them?"
  • 18: "I'm just a notch in your bedpost."
  • 19: "Be careful making wishes in the dark."
  • 20: "I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart."
  • 21: "You’re the antidote to everything except for me."
  • 22: "Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes."
  • 23: "In the end everything collides."
  • 24: "They say we are what we are, but we don't have to be."
  • 25: "I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way."

anonymous asked:

Congrats on finishing all of the asks! I'm so proud! Can I request Kuroo, Kenma, Aone and Ukai where them and their girlfriends are on the train and somebody accidently elbows her in the nose and he can't figure out if she's laughing or crying after?

this was kinda a mixture of what they would do and confused about her emotions…. -admin owl.

Kuroo:

  • After the guy apologizes, he bends down to you to pick you up.
  • Will death glare the guy.
  • When he sees the tears, he just wants to fight the guy but then is stopped when he hears you snort in laughter.
  • Laughs with you because of your snort and he starts to make fun of you while touching your nose making sure its not broken.

Kenma:

  • DEATHHH GLARES GUY. LIKE SHARP ASS CAT EYE STARING.
  • Sits on the ground as well because the train is still moving and he doesn’t want you getting lightheaded and falling down.
  • Has an ice pack in his back pack and puts it on your face extremely gently.
  • Is really awkward because he sees tears, but he sees a slight smile but its like the pain is overcoming the smile so its a weird awkward half smile half frown??? Like what is this??? Are you laughing? Crying? ?????

Aone:

  • First thing the guy who elbowed you would do when he saw Aone would be to bow immediately because gentle giant is a scary ass giant. 
  • He’ll lift you on his back because he sees tears dripping from your eyes.
  • Cant tell if you’re laughing or crying????? Like its in the middle??? You’re crying, but you’re kinda giggling????
  • Wipes your tears and kisses your face cause thats how he finds out you were laughing. 

Ukai:

  • FIGHTS THEM. PUSHES THEM AGASINT THE DOOR AND KICKS THEM FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU.
  • Then would get next to you to see if you were okay.
  • He would get more pissed that you were crying, but then calm down when you tell him that you’re laughing and that he is so mean to other people
  • “Only when someone hurts you.” Will then take his towel out to clean your slightly bloody nose. 

anonymous asked:

Dominic and Ricco were running. Hard. Both were sweating and panting looking for anyway out. "Ricco, what the actual, fuck man?!" He looks at Dominic, tears pricking at his eyes, "I didn't know we were hunting THAT Rick! If I'd have known-" Dominic groaned, "You fucking idiot! He's not a typical Rick! You can't just expect shit like this to NOT blow up in your face!" They rounded a corner, the patter of their shoes echoing down the corridors. "Where the fuck are we?!" @daddyissuesforricksanchez

@daddyissuesforricksanchez

“In a place where you can’t get out..” Could be heard from above when suddenly ER jumped down in front of the two, stopping them. “Two Rick for the prize of one.. Must the Christmas if I actually cared enough for that dumb holiday..” He groaned and pointed them with his laser gun. “I must be so special for you idiots to come here.. Too bad you won’t be alive for long enough to explain. I seriously don’t feel like it today.”

what are THOOOOSE

This fic started as me trying to process the fact that Chat Noir leaves freaking pawprints and then it kind of turned into a glorious mess of character study/headcanons/shenanigans/the laziest akuma OC ever. It is the most “me” fic I’ve written in a while, haha. Hope you guys enjoy! :’) And now it’s on AO3!!

In which Marinette plays the roles of ambitious designer, compassionate hero, reluctant detective, teenage girl, and meme machine. Meanwhile, Chat Noir’s eternal streak of bad luck continues strong.

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How to stop nightmares
  • Shepard sits bolt upright in bed, panting, eyes wide then slowly sinks back, fighting tears. Liara wakes and looks at her with infinite sympathy. She curls her arms around her and pets her hair.
  • Liara: I have you.
  • Shep: C-can't...*sniff!* Can't stop, too much screaming.
  • Liara: I know.
  • Shep: Hurt people...too many...all dead...
  • Liara: It's over. I've got you.
  • Shep: H-hurt everyone...Saw them all die...
  • Liara: They didn't. None of us did.
  • Shep: I-I know...*sniff!* still saw it...
  • Liara: I know. *slow, gentle hair strokes* I'm here.
  • Shep: Th-thank...*sniff!* Th-thank...
  • Liara: Always. Just do one thing for me. Relax as best you can, and breathe. Deeply, into your center, not with your shoulders.
  • Shep: *slow deep breaths. Starts to calm down. Eyes meet.* I love you so much.
  • Liara: So do I. *kiss, pulls to chest* Here. I promise, I won't let go. Just breathe.
  • Shep: *slow breaths, eases into her.*
  • Liara: Just breathe.
  • Shep: *expression relaxes*
  • Liara: *whispers* Breathe.
But guys...

Yuuri and Victor… now they’re on the same page. There’s no more fear of rejection or the shadow of a set end. They know they want to stay at each other’s side. 

It breaks my heart, because it must have been so hard Yuuri, our anxious boy with very low self-esteem, to ask him to stay with him. Let’s point out that in Japanese he says something like “please be with me until I retire” for added feels.

And Victor not only kisses his hand in such a tender way and looks at him like he’s the most precious and beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life, he also tells him that he wishes to never leave. In a corner of his mind, Yuuri always believed that his time with Victor was fixed. A few months, a year… The GPF has always been the ultimate deadline, because he couldn’t think of a real reason for Victor to stay afterwards. But here it is, this silly Russian man assuring him that he has no intention of going anywhere.


I would also like to point out that retirement is something Yuuri has all the decisional power over. So basically Victor is also telling him that he’s gonna stay as long as the other man desires and that, if he could choose, he would never part from him. Hence the tears. Victor quietened all his doubts and fears.

I can barely wait to see how their relationship is going to evolve after this clarification/declaration, not that there shouldn’t be any doubt whatsoever. I can’t wait to see Yuuri’s FS at the GPF!

Yuuri won’t win alone. They will win together.

signs at a sleepover
  • Gemini: come on people let's TP that bitches house over there
  • Capricorn: no, that's illegal and I'm not risking ruining my future.
  • Aries: Calm your tits, Cap. I'm all for that idea
  • Pisces: *tearfully* but...but I don't wanna cause anyone trouble!
  • Aquarius: *gazes out the window like their in a music video* calm down, nothing will ha- LOOK AT THOSE FLASHING LIGHTS! ALIENS! ALIENS!
  • Scorpio: shut up before I stab you.
  • Aquarius: screw you, Scorp.
  • Scorpio: anytime, babe *winks*
  • Cancer: .......anyways
  • Taurus: why can't we just watch a nice movie?
  • Leo: ooh, I know! let's watch Mean Girls!
  • Libra: I second that!
  • Sagittarius: whatever y'all want, I'm running out and stealing a stop sign
  • Virgo: but that's illegal!
  • Aquarius: c'mon, let's go Sag
  • *sag and aqua run out*
  • *30 minutes later*
  • Libra: oh, look at Gretchen's outfit!
  • Leo: it's on fleek
  • Virgo and Capricorn: *is bailing Sag and Aqua out of jail*
  • Gemini and Aries: *TP'ing houses*
  • Pisces: *smoking weed outside*
  • Cancer: *through tears* Pisces, stop! it's bad for you!
  • meanwhile, Scorpio and Taurus have disappeared into a bedroom
  • Libra: *shouts at them* USE PROTECTION!
The Signs Doing Secret Santa
  • Taurus: *Sitting in the corner with a small decorated bag, trying to find Sagittarius*.
  • Leo: Where in the hell is Libra?!
  • Aries: Probably running late, as always. *Sighs and looks for Pisces*
  • Leo: *Grumbles and stops off to the corner*
  • Scorpio: *Looks confused as Leo stomps by and sighs, frustrated.*
  • Cancer: Uhm.. Aries... here *hands a bright over-decorated bag.*
  • Aries: Oh, thanks. *Glares at the annoying bells on the bag*.
  • Cancer: Who got me....?*Wanders around looking*
  • Sagittarius: Oh! Taurus, you were looking for me?
  • Taurus: Yeah, I was your secret Santa! *Hands bag*
  • Sagittarius: Thanks! Hey, do you have any clue where Leo is?
  • Taurus: *Stands on tip toes and points over to Leo*
  • Leo: Did someone say my name?
  • Sagittarius: Yeah, here Leo. *Hands a red paper bag*.
  • Leo: Oh, thanks I guess. *Stops off grumpily again, looking for Libra*.
  • Capricorn: *Looks around aimlessly, holding a small gift*
  • Virgo: Taurus! Here you go! *Hands a neatly wrapped package*
  • Taurus: Oh thanks! *Shakes the box lightly* I wonder what it is...
  • Virgo: Don't open it yet, wait till everyone gets their gifts!
  • Taurus: Yeah, yeah, I know.
  • Virgo: *Looks around* Wh-
  • Capricorn: .... Where's Libra, Aquarius, Gemini and Pisces?
  • Virgo: *Glares at Capricorn*.
  • ***Meanwhile...***
  • Libra: Oh crap, ohhh crapppp..
  • Gemini: Can't you drive any faster?!
  • Aquarius: *Silently having an anxiety attack about being late* Uh-
  • Libra: Shut it, Gemini! I'm trying!
  • Aquarius: *Doesn't finish sentence and pulls legs up to chest in the car*.
  • **Back at the party...***
  • Scorpio: I'm supposed to be giving this to Gemini, but I can't find them anywhere! *Half shouts*.
  • Leo: Would you shut up Scorpio, I can't find Libra either!!
  • Capricorn: *Mumbles under breath* I can't find Aquarius..
  • Aries: I'm supposed to give this god damn thing to Pisces, and they aren't here either, so all of you can shut the hell up!
  • Virgo: *On the verge of tears because all of their plans are messed up*.
  • Scorpio: Okay, okay let's just calm down. Look at poor Virgo, having a panic attack.
  • Leo, Capricorn & Aries: *All sigh*.
  • Libra, Gemini & Aquarius: *All rush in, falling on one another*.
  • Pisces: *Lazily follows in, and stops to stare down at everyone.* Why are you guys all on the floor? *Yawns*
  • Libra, Gemini & Aquarius: *All glare at Pisces*.
  • Sagittarius: Never mind that, everyone hurry up and finish the gift exchange so we can all open our gifts!
  • Aries: Pisces... were you sleeping?!
  • Pisces: It was a long night.... where's Cancer?
  • Cancer: Over here!
  • Pisces: *Holds up a plain envelope lazily* Merry Christmas.
  • Cancer: ... Thanks?
  • Aries: Take your damn present Pisces.
  • Pisces: Oh, okay then.
  • Scorpio: Gemini! Get your ass over here and take this gift before I change my mind!
  • Gemini: Your my secret Santa? Weird, I'm yours too..
  • Virgo: Whoops, I must of messed that up when assigning roles...
  • Scorpio & Gemini: *Both sigh and exchange gifts*.
  • Leo: *Throws gift at Libra* Next time, don't come late!
  • Libra: Merry Christmas to you too! Oh, hey, Capricorn!
  • Capricorn: ???
  • Libra: *Hands present* Here ya' go.
  • Capricorn: Oh, thank you! And Aquarius, here you go.
  • Aquarius: Thanks Capricorn!
  • Virgo: *coughs*....
  • Aquarius: Oh, here, for you Virgo!
  • Virgo: *Finally...* Thanks! Now, let the gift opening begin!
  • .....
  • .....
  • .....
  • Krampus: Merry Christmas >:)
  • Everyone: *Shrieks*
  • Me: *watching BOTFA*
  • Bard: Bain, you look at me.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Smaug: *dies*
  • Me: *cries*
  • Kili: Keep it. As a promise.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Thorin: Welcome, my sister's son, to the Kingdom of Erebor.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Legolas: Gundabad.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Galadriel: I am not alone.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Thorin: Am I not the King?
  • Me: Am I not the King?
  • Bilbo: One day it'll grow, and every time I look at it I'll remember...
  • Me: *cries like no tomorrow*
  • Thorin: I am listening.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Thorin: Master Baggins, come here. You are going to need this.
  • Me: *chokes on tears*
  • Legolas: My mother died there.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Bilbo: I'm not doing it for you.
  • Me: *sobs violently*
  • Thorin: You have no claim over me you miserable rat.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Dain: I will not stand down before any elf. Not least this faithless woodland sprite.
  • Me: *laughs*
  • Thorin: Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf lord.
  • Me: You are the King under the Mountain baby. *cries*
  • Thorin: I am not my grandfather.
  • Me: *cries*
  • Thorin: We are sons of Durin. And Durin's folk do not flee from a fight.
  • Me: *can't breathe because tears*
  • Thorin: Will you follow me, one last time?
  • Me: *sobs violently*
  • Thorin: Fili, take your brother. Scout out the towers.
  • Me: NO. Don't go. *cries*
  • Thorin: We'll live to fight another day.
  • Me: Oh baby *cries*
  • Bilbo: You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live.
  • Me: NO. STOP. I don't want to watch anymore! *has no more tears left*
  • Thorin: Farewell, Master Burglar.
  • Me: *more tears inexplicably appears*
  • Thorin: Plant your trees, watch them grow.
  • Me: NO. *dies crying*
  • Bilbo: Tea is at four.
  • Me: *there is no word in any language to describe what happens at this moment*
  • Bilbo: Don't bother knocking.
  • Me: *remembers Dwalin arriving in the first movie and dies with feelings*
  • Bilbo: He was my friend.
  • Me: *dies inside*
  • *pocket handkerchief appears*
  • Me: *sobs violently*
  • Gandalf: And what about very old friends?
  • Me: *is a little ball of feelings melting into tears*
  • Billy Boyd: I saw the light fade from the sky...
  • Me: On the *cries* a sigh
  • Billy Boyd: As the snowflakes cover my fallen brothers...
  • Me: I will *cries* goodbye.
  • Billy Boyd: *sings*
  • Me: *cries until the lands that lie under the wave are lifted up again then in the willow-meads of Tasarinan we may meet in the Spring*