#he's such a pretty crier

[crystallizedtwilight]

figurehead.

[merakiui]

the difference in tears is remarkable…

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[acousticbloke]

Sorry for the 2 week absense but Im back with a bang

[anisangeldust]

Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: feelings are hard.

Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.

A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀

Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.

So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.

It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.

At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.

Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.

So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.

Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.

“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.

The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.

Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.

“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.

“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.

Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?

[homelandering]

i am sorry to say this but if i had the power to make homelander real, i would exercise it and thereby doom humanity simply to be able to hold him as he cries...

[guessilllive]

Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Mika crying after winning Melbourne, 1998

[clayberesford-anakinskywalkerfan]

(gifs are from Awake 2007 Directed by Joby Harold)

My best Clay gifs so far. Still learning and improving with gif making but I am having fun with it too. It is definitely a bit time consuming but totally worth it in the end. Plus that just means more time spent looking at gorgeous screenshots of him 🥰 ❤️.

[funeralpartyclown]

so normal about the thought of pegging dale....need to make him beg like his life depends on it

Hhggfffffggghhhggffgfgfg.

I like that everyone has just simultaneously agreed he’d be into butt stuff ??

I’d say,, he’s probably done some things on his own, but before you he hasn’t been with anyone that would do stuff like this with him.

And I think he would be really into it. Start slow, let him adjust. He’d make so many breathy noises. Gasping, sucking air through his teeth, broken up breaths. Pick up your pace, angle it just right while you drive your hips forward, watching his face contort when you press fully into him.

stroke him with a free hand and he’s whining and clawing at the mattress. He has such a nice voice and he would be so loud. Tears running down his pretty face, fighting to catch his breath while you lean over him and roll your hips forward.

Spit out any type of praise, speed up your hand around his dick, he’s crying out and pathetically arching up to thrust into your palm. Keep going, overstimulate him, he’d just unravel into a mess whimpering and sobbing.

[animentality]

I adore Reo Mikage.

I just also love watching him cry.

He just does it so well.

I love a man who cries, what can I say

[istanchan]

4 minutes ep. 2 spoilers / theories?

Oh my god after the episode two ending I can’t help but think about how deliciously angsty tyme and great’s relationship will be.

Because the person in the last scene in the episode is for sure Tyme. And just listening to the OST lyrics again UGH, I know there will be so much angst and betrayal and I’m so ready for it but also I’m not.

[noeavoiding]

Jack Colgrave Hirst || Call The Midwife s10e01

[deadcrowcalling]

screaming crying sobbing

[sollucets]

just khatha things

[somnas-writes]

Magnus being Vanirspawn while also being the most rage filled teen Ever is so funny