#i’m a crybaby

[eddiethebrave]

i’m about to intentionally go read angst or hurt no comfort for the first time

wish me luck

[mae-merlot]

*Melanie Martinez plays aggressively in the background*

Would you still love me if I was a snail? 🐌✨

[itz-just-girl-thingz]

Currently rewatching Twd for the 100th time and I’m going to bawl when glen dies like I do every time😗

Also today is my birthday! So Definitely binging it tonight (Just wanted to see my husband Daryl honestly👀)

[elsfavor1te]

still crying bc i was yelled at at my big age is mad embarrassing 🤸🏾‍♀️

[doeeyeseddie]

You should check out they both die at the end!! I loved it and it made me cry in the library 😅

it’s one of those books that i’ve kind of been wanting to read for ages, but i know it’s gonna make me cry and somehow the timing of me being in the mood for that and the book being available at my library has never lined up skfjkd

[softersynths]

stan & shifty

[vixentheplanet]

Something that made you cry?

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO i’ve cried everyday for the past 3-4 days ummm most recently it was triggered by a song that wasn’t sad but… 😭

[bit-odd-innit]

Eddie who cries a lot, Eddie who cries openly and easily and unabashedly, Eddie who cries not only when he’s upset but also when he’s frustrated or happy or full of some overwhelming cocktail of positive and negative emotions, Eddie who cries so often the kids are used to it vs. Steve who has not cried in years, Steve who has endured countless horrors and unfathomable physical trauma, Steve who puts his body on the line time and time again and has never broken once, Steve who shatters a glass on his kitchen floor—not even a nice glass, just a plain drinking glass, he was getting juice for Erica—and inexplicably bursts into tears, and it’s so unexpected and so jarring that everyone starts crying and nobody knows why.

[stanny-uwu]

Lmao freaking Han 💀

IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT WTH 😭 FORCE GHOST ANI IS MAKING ME SOB 🫶

The Bond Between Us ~ 75

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,540ish

Summary: Victory is celebrated, even after loss.

Notes: I cried while writing this. No shame. I also have a one shot that goes with this chapter but it won’t be out until the series is over (which will be soon!).

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[almondpiglet]

your fem claw seri design is so gorgeous... i gain years on my lifespan every time i see her

WAHOO tysm!! she is my livelihood!!! here’s some sketches of her to increase your lifespan even more :)

[pixel00slvt9161]

The way Melanie has never ever made a bad song

[crookedfivefingers]

[myokk]

It's a clear, beautiful summer's day, the type of day that starts out bright and full of birdsong, that ends looking up at the stars and the moon while crickets chirp and fireflies show soft bursts of light. When the air is warm and full of life and the smell of hot grass and lavender and honey permeates everything.

The whole summer had been like that, really. Running outside with abandon, chasing each other through the tall grass deliriously happy and lying down in the fields surrounding their village, watching the clouds float by while they eat cucumber sandwiches. It's the summer before their first year at Hogwarts; the Sallow twins know that their life's about to change and are determined to enjoy their last summer of childhood.

Maybe they're too old for this sort of thing - they are eleven, after all, but both of them know that this summer is a turning point for them and they want to cherish every moment for as long as possible. Their parents have been encouraging them, often sending them out for the whole day, piling journals and ink and quills and picnic baskets full of food in their hands, encouraging them to research and be curious about the world around them as they had always done.

This day, however, their parents are almost eager to push the twins out of the house. Their mum's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian feels nervous about this, but doesn't realize why until much later, when the memory is analyzed and remembered during his dreams. (definitely not while awake). When they leave the house in the morning, she makes sure to kiss each of them on the cheeks which she normally never does and Sebastian pushes her away in disgust, much to his future horror. In the moment, all he can think is that he might still be holding on to the last moments of his childhood, but he's too old to be kissed by his mum.

(but now, Sebastian doesn't know if his memory is faulty and he is adding moments that never actually existed in the first place. the mind is a tricky place)

He never allows himself to think about these halcyon days, the perfect-until-it-wasn't summer before they went to Hogwarts; this day in particular is forbidden to remember. His unconscious mind rebels against his iron will.

They spend the morning looking for the fairies that Anne had dreamed about the night before. She's convinced that it's a prophetic dream and they march around in circles in the little copse of trees - a forest to the two children, who haven't really ventured out of their village - as Anne tries to remember where she had seen the fairies in her dream.

Sebastian is happy to follow her even if (maybe especially if) he thinks it's a futile adventure - what else are summer days for?

They're in that strange junction between childhood and adolescence; desperate to just grow up already and become the people they were always meant to be, and yet just wanting to spend their days being kids, without a care in the world.

"Come on, Sebastian," Anne calls to him, a tiny stream gurgling between them. In one hand, she's holding the map that she drew as soon as she woke up; in the other, boots stuffed with her stockings.

Sebastian huffs as he trudges behind her, arms full with their bags, his shoes, and the picnic basket. Anne had offered to help him carry things, but he refused on principle. Their dad is always doing small things like this for the women in his life, and Sebastian wants to be just like him.

Anyways, Anne has her own role as the leader today, and it won't do to have her bogged down.

And he's eleven, more than old enough to carry everything.

He steps through the tiny creek, mud and slush squishing through his toes, and he smiles. There isn't anything he loves more than being outside, except maybe being outside with a good book.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a tree with a knobby trunk, with lots of knots that look like faces," Anne tells him, glancing over her shoulder, then turns her face back to her map and scrunches up her face. "In my dream, the fairies lived nearby."

They spend the rest of the morning continuing their fruitless search, laughing as they walk in circles, then set up their picnic in the field next to their house.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Anne asks, a dreamy look on her face.

Sebastian doesn't look at her when he answers. He lies back and stares at the clouds. They've already had this conversation hundreds of times since their Hogwarts letters arrived, both of them have their parts memorized. "Amazing. I can't wait to actually be able to use our magic instead of just reading about it."

Anne rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, getting a better look at her brother's face. With a smirk, she says, "I think I'll like Transfiguration the best. I can't wait to be able to turn you into a -"

A huge noise interrupts her before she can continue. Sebastian sees the confusion in her face before he truly registers that something has happened. It's like everything's moving in slow motion and all he remembers clearly whenever he dreams of this day are his feelings of confusion and disbelief and the smell of fire.

There's a huge explosion and the air is full of smoke and he and Anne are scrambling up, the picnic blanket tangled up around their bare feet and -

Hand in hand they run in the direction of the huge black smoke that is billowing up. It coats the air - they can't see anything and the smell of burning fills their noses and the smoke fills their lungs and they're coughing coughing coughing -

Sebastian doesn't want his sister anywhere near the blackened husk of their former house but he is also terribly afraid to be alone. They stand in the middle of what used to be their house, blackened half-walls, charred wood that used to be their table, the old couch they read on every night, it's all smoldering, all gone, the thick black smoke making his eyes water and choking and smothering everything in its wake. His mind can't comprehend what he's seeing. Everything is so familiar and yet so wrong.

He doesn't know how long he and Anne stand there, clutching each others' hands like they are a tether to reality. Which, he supposes, they are. They might be there thirty seconds, ten minutes, one hour, an eternity...

Then, neighbors are running to the twins, coughing, covering their faces in the crooks of their elbows as they conjure blankets with their wands and wrap Sebastian and Anne up and drag them out of what is - was - their home.

This part is always hazy. Sebastian can't remember if he cries. Or if he even says anything. He just stands there with Anne, the smoke thick and oppressive as it pours out of their house. Everything is crumbling apart.

(A hand gently caresses his scalp, fingers light and reassuring as they dance through his hair)

Their neighbors try their hardest to salvage what they can. The daguerrotype that their mother had cherished more than anything, taken a few years before, miraculously survives. Sebastian stares at it, the tiny figures moving and laughing and smiling as though everything is perfect. He wants to throw it and break it or maybe rip it up to shreds but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Their father's wand is also shoved into Sebastian's hand, unscathed. It was found just outside of his father's curled fingers, lying pristine on the ground as if mocking the destruction that it caused.

At some point, their Uncle Solomon, who they've only really seen once a year growing up, shows up with a loud crack and tears through the rubble, tears carving wet tracks through the soot on his face. His voice goes rough with desperation and when he walks up to the two orphans, he is almost unrecognizable.

As if in slow motion - maybe an after-effect of the curse that has destroyed their lives is that the air has turned into molasses - Sebastian watches his uncle stagger over to them. He looks much older than Sebastian remembers.

Later, when Sebastian looks at his reflection in the mirror of his new home, the boy staring back at him also looks much older than he remembers.

Before It Felt Like A Sin, Chapter 14

[expia]

choso and his jealous baby </3  

one hand rubbing your back while his other is massaging your scalp while you sit on his lap in the backseat of his car.

"Baby, you have to stop crying and tell me what happened sooner or later." Choso looks at you with so much worry. You both were at a party having a fun time last time he looked up. You were laughing and having a ball with your friends, so when he sees you run out the house crying, he’s instantly on you, wanting to know what happened and who’s ass he has to beat.

"Come on, baby, please. I just want to know you’re alright." The man hopefully tries again."You're going to think it’s ‘tupid." You muffle out after almost 10 minutes of you both in peaceful silence—well, as silent as it can be outside of a house party at 1am.

"I saw you and that girl." Choso can’t even hide the confusion on his face; he almost looks at you like you’re dumb. "Baby, what fucking girl?"Not answering, you pull out your phone to show him her Instagram: "Her Cho! The one who clearly has a crush on you!" You can feel the tears pull at your eyes once more. You hate the feelings of jealousy, but you can’t help it sometimes.

Before you can get too wrapped up in your thoughts, your boyfriend's long, slender fingers reach out and grab your face to look at him. "Y/N, I just told her if she doesn’t stop trying to shake her ass on me after I repeatedly told her I have a lovely and beautiful girlfriend, I’m going to get Maki to beat her ass.""Baby, I don’t want anyone but you," he adds on his hands now rubbing the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the slowly dampening folds. "cho please," you whimpered, grabbing his wrist to direct his fingers to your greedy hole.  

It’s something about that reassurance that makes your head so fuzzy and makes you feel feral.He clicks his tongue and says, "Please, baby, you have to speak up. Want me to finger this pretty cunt till you remember how much Daddy loves you, mhm?"Before you know it, you’re on your cue for the third time in a row while Choso has his phone in your face recording a nice voice message for the girl you’re so insecure about 

[coquettefawn]

girls after 13

[bononocat]

obito uchiha my beloved 🫶🏽🥽