youre allowed to cry

[On seeing himself as Captain America for the first time]: Terrifying. I think the first time I saw it was back when I was still pretty insecure and a little apprehensive about taking the role. So it was a real dichotomy. There was simultaneous joy, but at the same time, a deep fear. That’s eroded over time, and now it’s very familiar. It feels very comfortable. It feels great now, and damn, if I had said no, I would have been the biggest fool on the planet. 

Cry (Out) - Draco Malfoy Smut

thanks for deciding to read my first smut! since i’m a draco girl, the first smut is about him (; enjoy!

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Draco’s fingers pulled lightly at the ends of your ginger locks, his other hand pressing your head towards his chest as he allowed you to cry against him. Sobs wracked your body, and you had a fistful of his robe in each hand.

After a while, you began to calm down and your hands slowly released Draco’s robes. You could feel his piercing grey eyes on the top of your head, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Y/N, babe?”

Your Y/E/C eyes met his grey ones hesitantly. His face showed concern, and he held onto you as if you were porcelain. His hand has moved from the tips of your hair to your lower back, and his fingers were rubbing slow, soothing circles through the fabric.

“What happened?” He questioned, eyebrows knit together in concern.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before launching into an explanation for your boyfriend.

You had been reading a book by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room when your twin, Ron, has stomped over to you with your older brothers, Fred and George, and you little sister Ginny in tow.

“Your face is about as red as your face, Ronald,” you joked, the Charms book seated in your lap beginning to pull your attention once again.

Without replying, Ron had grabbed the book off your lap and closed – more like slammed – it shut, throwing it on the floor behind him.

You shot up angrily, glaring at your brother. “Oi, give me that book back Ronald,” you hissed, placing your hands (now curled into fists) on your hips. “I have a test to study for!” When Ron didn’t move, you shot him a look of hate and reached down to grab your book. Before you could, however, Ron shoved a picture in your face.

Your face paled considerably as you recognized the picture in front of you, taken from your dorm. The picture was of you and Draco, who was holding you with his arms placed securely around your back. You watched picture you throw her head back and laugh, before smiling as Draco kissed her on her red nose.

The picture was taken the night before Christmas break, since you wouldn’t be seeing Draco for a few weeks. In the picture, you were outside on the quidditch pitch, with snow falling gently around you. Draco’s Slytherin scarf was around your neck, and he happily used the ends of it to pull you closer to him so his lips would meet yours.

You loved the picture.

“H-how did you get that?” Your voice cracked as your eyes traveled from your livid twin to the rest of your siblings present. They had finally found out about Draco – but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Are you dating Malfoy?” Ron asked, completely ignoring what you had just said. His face twisted in disgust as he said your boyfriend’s name. You paused for a moment, considering saying no. But you were done hiding this.

“Yes,” you whispered, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a shield.


You flinched in fear as Ron’s voice rang out across the common room, and you backed away from him slightly. Tears began to fall from your eyes as you watched Ron take the picture of you and Draco and crumple it, letting it slip to the floor.

Slowly, you stood, moving towards your twin. You bent down, about to grab the picture when Ron grabbed you by the upper arms and brought you so you were face to face. Tears fell freely now, sliding down your tan cheeks.

“Him or me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at Ron. His brown eyes gazed fiercely into your, and his grip on your arms tightened. Before you could stop yourself, your mouth had formed one word;


You looked at Draco and saw him trying to hide the smile forming on his face. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against his chest and you let out a small whimper.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure the news was just a shock to him, and he reacted badly. He’ll get over it,” Draco said, pulling away from you so that he could see your face better.

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down. You saw Draco’s breathing speed up as you did so, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, you let yourself get lost in thought – that was, until you felt Draco’s hand (the one that had been rubbing circles on your back) move slowly towards your hip.

Your head snapped up in shock, only to be greeted by Draco’s face, directly in front of your own. His warm breath hit your lips, and his grey eyes looked as if they were staring into your soul. Your breathing sped up as Draco’s hand began pulling the fabric down, little by little slipping off your skirt until it was on the floor.

Your lips were suddenly pressed up against Draco’s as he kissed you gently. After a few seconds, however, he deepened the kiss and moved his hand back to the spot on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

His teeth bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly opened your mouth, your tongues wrestling for dominance as his fingers began to undo your blouse. After the buttons were undone, he pushed the material off your shoulders, leaving you sitting in front of him – only in your underwear.

Draco’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, his gaze memorizing every inch of your body. Seeing this, you looked down, slightly embarrassed. You thought your stomach was too chubby, wished for bigger boobs, and immediately wished you had stopped eating sweets, your thighs were huge.

Draco caught onto what you were doing as he lifted your chin up, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His forehead was pressed against yours and his grey eyes stayed on your Y/E/C ones.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your hands wrapped around Draco’s tie, pulling him closer to you. His hands found the sides of your face and was pulling you closer to him. The air was dripping with emotion - lust, anger, sadness - but mostly love.

A new kind of hunger flowed through you as your hands began to unbutton his shirt. His calloused hands roamed your body, feeling over every curve from your legs to your breasts. You finally finished with his buttons and pushed his shirt off as his hands began to play with the bra clapse behind your back.

By the time Draco had let out a frustrated sigh and looked to you for help with the bra clapse, you had unbuckled his belt and had pushed his pants down so that they were pooled around his ankles on the floor.

Removing Draco’s hands from your bra, you slowly undid the clapse yourself. You saw Draco’s eyes darken at how slow you were moving, and the minute you had finally pulled apart the clapse, he ripped your bra from your hands and attacked your neck with rough kisses.

You let your head fall back as Draco’s hands roamed your breasts, his fingers rolling your rippled between his fingers skillfully. You moaned as his lips hit your sweet spot, your nails scratching down your back.

Quickly Draco picked you up and turned you so that your head was resting on the pillows at the head of his bed. With his body over yours, he began kissing you, starting at your mouth and working his way lower and lower slowly.

“I - hate - seeing - you- cry,” he said between kisses on your stomach, moving lower after each word, his eyes locked on your face as he smirked against your skin. “But - I - can’t - wait - to - make - you - cry - out.”

His mouth had reached your core, where his smirk grew once he saw how ready you were for him. He slowly pulled down the fabric, kissing your inner thigh while doing so. Your mouth formed a small “o” at this motion.

He chuckled darkly before taking one finger and running it up and down your dripping folds. He slowly rubbed you until you were begging for him. “Please, Draco,” you cried, trembling.

His eyes seemed to darken even more, if that was possible, when you said that. He brought his mouth over you opening, his breath making you shiver as he spoke.

“Oh, darling, you should not have said that.”

In an instant, Draco’s tongue had dipped inside of you and you moaned, grabbing the sheets around you. His tongue moved slowly, and he kept your legs apart with his hands. Every few seconds, he would give your clit a sharp lick, sending you into fits of moans and cursing.

Draco must have felt you tighten around him, because he pulled away after a minute or two. His hair was stuck to his forehead, which was plastered in sweat. His eyes roamed your body as he sexily crawled back over to you, fully naked (you didn’t know what he had undressed himself, but you were sure glad he had).

His cock dangled dangerously near you entrance as Draco placed himself over you, his lips connecting with your collarbone. You felt him suck, nip and bite as he pleased, wanting to claim you as his.

He moved one hand from your side and lined himself up at your entrance, before laying his body back over yours. His teeth nibbled at the skin under your ear as you waited - quite annoyed at the teasing - for him to enter you.

As if Draco had read your mind, he slammed into you without warning, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. Your hands scraped his back, leaving new scratch marks every time he pounded into you.

Soon, you were both a moaning mess, and Draco’s thrusts were becoming sloppier. You felt your walls tighten around him, which Draco also seemed to notice. He placed his lips to you ear, whispering a “Release with me, baby,” in his husky voice.

Not even a second later, you released, your eyes rolling back into your head and your back arching towards him. Your nails dug into his back, and you were at a loss for words.

A few seconds later Draco did the same as you, only with more control. After he finished, he pulled out of you gently and laid next to you. Your heart was pounding, and your breathing was spotty - all because of Draco.

You relaxed a little as Draco pulled you closer to him, almost falling asleep in his embrace. Draco must had thought you had fallen asleep, however, because he kissed your head and you could feel him staring at you.

“I’m so glad you chose me, Y/N,” he said, before drifting into sleep himself.

Art thou broken and shattered, precious dear?

You’re starved from soft touch. Lack of love, you reek.

Mother in wolf disguise beats you with fear;

Her mere hate soiled words, making you weak.


Art thou lonesome and detached, precious dear?

Acceptance is a game of hide and seek;

‘Tis not found by vision that’s crystal clear,

Nor by one who is entitled a freak.


Art thou damaged and abused, precious dear?

Do not allow yourself to salt your cheek.

Please, cry no more. The rate of pain will veer.

Your hands with cuts will fade within a week.


My love is sincere. Darling, please come here.

Strike the woman who struck you with a spear.

Destroy the demons she made you adhere.

Never allow people to make you tear.

And so she will no longer be your puppeteer.

Character aesthetics by Rebecca @ampora-evil-incorporated

Poem by Dheepthi Gnaneswaran @massive-times 

jenson and fernando always look likE SUCH DADS

“oh god, jenson, stoffel could crash-”

“shut up, fernando, he’ll be fine”

“crash and you don’t get your allowance.”

“don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, just smile.”

“dad’s seriously-”

“i saw you with that french twink-”


“i mean he obviously got my great looks”


“jenson’s right”

A Day Off

Originally posted by streetrapshit

Your daughter took a while to finish her breakfast. She waited for Dean to walk through the door, however, these days he had been busy working on his music and returned home very late at night. You sat next her and wiped her mouth.

“You’re not going to finish your breakfast, Hyeri?”

She pouted. “When’s daddy going to come home?”

“He’s very busy working.”

“But I miss him a lot,” she whispered with tears brimming in her eyes.

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1. BTS Reaction To You Crying.

HI my names Ellie and this is my first reaction so please tell me if you like them or not (if you do please request some reactions) also sorry for any mistakes, I am willing to do other groups so please specify which group you would like when wanting a reaction as well just in case.


The minute he came home and noticed you curled up crying, his heart would immediately sink seeing you look at him with a tear stained face. He would rush over to your side and pull you into his chest and whisper soothing words into your ear, he would allow you to cry for however long you needed and not push you to ask what happened as he knows it may upset you even more. The minute he notices you starting to feel better he would make sure to talk about other things to take your mind off of what happened but still would give you time to tell him when you felt like it.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Suga/ Yoongi: Yoongi would notice you crying and not surprisingly be a bit awkward about it, not that he didn’t want to do everything in his power to make you feel better it’s just that he wouldn’t know what approach to take. Yoongi would let you cry into his chest all while he rubs your back but expect some sarcastic comment to try and make you smile. He wouldn’t press into the subject of what happened as he wouldn’t want to make you feel worse because he’s already worrying if he’s doing something wrong so adding to that would probably be too much for him.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Rap Monster/ Namjoon: Namjoon would instantly feel his heart hurt when seeing you cry. I have no doubt he’ll comfort you by giving you the longest hug ever but I feel he would make you tell him what happened so he could give you some of his deep advice that would end up helping you. He would talk through your problems with you and make sure he did everything to make you feel better.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

J-hope/ Hoseok: This little bundle of sunshine would have his heart break when you cry and would do everything in his power to make sure you were happy. He would ask you (after he’s finished cuddling you like the baby that he is) what you would want whether it be a hug, food or even just his company he would comply to your every ask to make sure he saw you smile again.

Originally posted by yahjiminie

Jimin: Oh this lil fluff ball. Trust me when i say you’re going to get so many cuddles, this little baby is going to hold you in his arms all night long, even if you do tell him what’s wrong it wouldn’t surprise me to have him cry as well. He would always promise to find a solution to all your problems even if that does cause some backlash he would want nothing more that his precious baby to be happy and smiling again.

Originally posted by bwipsul

V/ Taehyung: Taehyung would definitely be the most supportive boyfriend ever, my god this boy would tell jokes (even if they are terrible and would come from Jin) He would talk about everything and anything just to take your mind off what ever was bothering you. If you needed anything Taehyung would immediately be at your side getting you whatever you needed because boy not having you smiling would cause this boy to go into a frenzy. Even if the situation is something he doesn’t know how to deal with he would secretly text his hyungs just to ask for advice to get you smiling again.

Originally posted by kittysippycup

Jungkook: The poor baby would be beside himself. Jungkook would want to hug you and comfort you but he would be so scared to make things worse that he would panic the most, only because his favourite girl in the world is crying and he’s so scared to make things worse that he probably wouldn’t be able to talk, this is the point where he calls the hyungs just to ask for advice as he only wants to make you happy.

Originally posted by grape-joon

Got7 reaction to you having a bad dream in which they died.

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Dis boy…He is seemed as so chill but once he heard your cries, all chill is lost. A worried little boy but so good at cuddling you till you feel better.

Originally posted by jackseunie


He would be crying once he heard you cry. Youre his life, you’re not allowed to cry? He be quite quiet about it though, just a soft teddy bear whispering word of comfort.

Originally posted by tjaebum


He would try and be your hype boy to make you feel better. He would want to comfort you by acting cute but yall know it’ll just end in a laughing fit.

Originally posted by chattyang


A silent comforter. He would hold you in silence while you talked in out. He’d try to be your little aegyo king to see if that helps you.

Originally posted by j-miki


Would honestly just wanna listen to you. He would help you with your feelings. And just cuddle asleep together. 

Originally posted by j-miki


He’d be a little fluff ball to you. He would want to relate as much as he could. He would be extra cutesy cause your feeling some before his.

Originally posted by jypnior


This little teddy fluff ball baby oml. He’d be so precious to you making sure you stop crying. He’d lowkey get emotional and weird with you. But you’d appreciate it cause you love him. 

Originally posted by chichangyu

Admin London

Jason Isaacs always looked after me very well. Alan Rickman, Michael Gambon, Helena Bonham Carter - they’re all wonderful people and very helpful and inspiring. I bored Alan Rickman for hours about Robin Hood. It was one of my favorite films when I was younger and I asked how he did certain scenes. He was very patient and charming. It took me six years to work up the courage to ask him. Helena gave me advice about crying in a scene. She said tell your brain you’re not allowed to cry and then it’s more likely to happen. No one was difficult. You hear stories about actors who demand their coffee to be served at a certain temperature but on Harry Potter if you wanted a cup of tea you had to get it yourself.
—  Tom Felton

You’re allowed to complain about your chronic illness
You’re allowed to feel sorry for yourself
You’re allowed to lay in your bed and do nothing
You’re allowed to cry out of pain and suffering
You’re allowed to have bad days
But please don’t forget….
You’re allowed to have good days
You’re allowed to tell your illness to go fuck itself
You’re allowed to be happy and not let it get the best of you
You’re allowed to live your life 
You’re allowed to do whatever you want to do because you are not your illness.

How To Handle A Heartbreak

Trust your heart, even when it’s broken. Let yourself feel what your heart feels. Mope. Cry yourself to sleep. Scream. Allow yourself to go back to the last time you touched her and allow yourself to feel her again in your mind because that’s the only way you’ll be able to fall asleep. You remember her smell? Wallow in it for a while. Let it take you away to her. Your memories will hurt you more than anything. Memories of how good she made you feel and damn you just want to feel that way again. Let your heart go there and let it break even more. Love her, hate her, miss her, crave her. Continue to trust your heart though because one day your heart will decide it’s had enough. You’ll notice when you start to think of her, your heart will say no and it will direct you to something else because it’s tired of breaking. Tired of taking the beating. Then one day out of nowhere you’ll realize it’s almost noon and you’ve been up since seven and this is the very first time she’s crossed your mind all day. You’ll smile. You’ll thank your heart for moving on and letting go. You’ll thank your heart for being strong enough to go through something like that and still survive. You’ll thank your heart for breaking because now you feel stronger, wiser, and free. To get over a heartbreak, let your heart break. Trust it.

You’re Never Going to be Good for Me

I haven’t written in a while and I’ve been super into Wonwoo lately so why not? I hope you enjoy some Seventeen angst and thank you for reading! 

Pairing: Wonwoo/Reader

Plot: You and Wonwoo have broken up…again. 

Warnings: none

Originally posted by adorewoo

Your house was covered in pictures torn in half, necklaces he bought you split into pieces, and frustrated screams sounding from your crying body. You had allowed yourself to fall into this madness and now Wonwoo had torn your heart to shreds once again.

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Live authentic to who you are and how you feel. Act when you feel moved to. Act when it aligns with a desired reality. Say no when you mean it. Say yes when you mean it. Remember that both responses are complete sentences. Get in the habit of asking for what you want. You’ll become more confident as you continue to honor that. Remember that “I don’t feel like it” is a valid response.

Don’t laugh when it’s not funny. Don’t give them your number if you don’t want to. Cancel plans last minute if your gut tells you not to go. Don’t say yes when you mean no. Don’t say no when you mean yes. Give yourself the opportunity to receive what you truly want.

Don’t allow others to limit your range of expression. You can be “spiritual” and turn up. Being “zen” doesn’t mean you’re never upset. As a man, you can express your emotions and you’re allowed to cry. As a woman, you don’t have to be perpetually strong. Sensitivity is power. Emotions are simply emotions. Honor what you feel. Honor what your gut tells you. Honor the signs - small and large. Honor what you love. Honor yourself. Do what makes you happy. Ask for help when you need it. There’s power in community. Ask for a hug when you need it.

If something is sucking the life out of you, quit your subscription to it. Whether it’s an activity, a thought, a person, let it go. Go out and get what you deserve. Be honest about who you are, be clear about what you want and don’t want and see what comes out of that.

To the students making straight As

You don’t have to be perfect.
You can slip up.
You can break down.
You’re allowed to ignore your classmates when they make snide remarks about you.
You’re allowed to cry when you get just short of a perfect score.
You’re allowed to fight back when they tease you for not getting straight hundreds.
You’re worth so much more than your grades.
Don’t let people diminish you to nothing more than them.



  • it gives your fingers really terrible cramps so when you have to re-record it FOURTEEN TIMES it becomes an exercise in not allowing your face to show your agony
  • it makes you neighbor’s baby cry, if the tiny baby wails are to be believed
  • you can never sing it the same way twice, no matter HOW HARD YOU TRY!
  • it inexplicably makes you crave cheese. i mean you’ll probably be okay, but like. try to have some cheese on hand, just in case.