#please stop crying

[yvansvillager]

Heeseungs departure.

I have accepted Heeseungs departure from ENHYPEN. I will continue to support Heeseungs solo path and the boys.

Yes, It hurt because out of every group, you wouldn't expect ENHYPEN, especially Heeseung "leaving" so suddenly. ENHYPEN was seven, is seven, will always be seven in my heart (and many others).

And please, stop commenting "bring back heeseung" or "ENHYPEN is seven" on completely unrelated posts. Thank you for reading this.

Big girls don't cry.

[autobot2001]

The Distance Between Us

Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: T Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Price witnesses Jamie having a nightmare. Continued from day 17.

Day 19; @aprilisthecruelestmonth: "please stop crying." @whumpril: ears ringing  @chaos-company's angstpril:  alt 7; nightmares

Ao3 or under the cut

Ghost told Price what happened the second Jamie saw him. Both men hate how terrified she is of them. Repairing their friendship with Jamie will take considerable time. Price lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, struggling to sleep. He looks at the time on his phone. Two in the morning. He’s been staring at the ceiling for five hours. Price gets out of bed and leaves the room.

Price walks into Jamie’s room in the medbay. He hears her whimpering in her sleep. He studies her facial expression, worried she’s in pain. As he watches Jamie, Price realizes she’s having a nightmare. He needs to awaken her. Price takes her hand. “You’re ok. You’re safe.” Jamie wakes up. Her ears are ringing as if the beating in her dream happened. She cries not understanding that she’s safe. “Please stop crying.” Price doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to frighten Jamie further. “She’s had nightmares since Gaz and Soap brought here,” the nurse says. “Everyone taking care of her here are arguing about continuing to sedate her to allow her to sleep or not. It’s obvious the last nurse to care for her decided to not give her sedation. It’s a logical argument, but she won’t sleep if we don’t give her something.” The nurse injects a sedative. Aware of the arguing they’ll deal with later. Jamie is asleep within minutes. Price watches Jamie for a few minutes before the nurse insists he get some sleep himself. Price knows they’re right. With Jamie asleep, it’s better he goes to his room to sleep. Price exits the room after glancing at Jamie one final time. He hates this is his and Ghost’s fault.

[unflatteringpicturesof8bitryan]

[anakinisamessandthatisbeautiful]

Obi-wan: Out of curiosity, If you found yourself being sold at the black market, would you buy yourself?

Anakin: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Ahsoka: Bold of you to assume you're expensive.

[wantonwhale]

The First Interlude Continues...

Chapter 77: "We’re Like Creatures of the Wind" - Part III

A hope is crushed, unnoticed.

Preview below cut/Link in my pinned post & reblog

The morning was a strange mix of overcast and sunny. Occasional breaks in the gray clumps of cloud only concentrated the few beams of light that hit the house and garden. Kallus did his best to shield his eyes with one hand and balance the laundry basket filled with towels and sheets with the other. Before he could even ask, the back door opened.

“Thanks, Ada,” Kallus said.

Ada graced him with the briefest of smiles before hurriedly turning back to her task of packing food for the long trip back. Kallus placed the basket on the table and watched her spread nutbutter on bread for a few moments, suppressing a sigh. They’d only been there a few weeks, but it felt like months somehow. Longer, even. He couldn’t shake the feeling they were abandoning Ada to her solitude. But they were needed on Coruscant.

They would be back soon enough.

Kallus spotted a suspicious canister just a little too close to the sandwiches for comfort. He opened his mouth and Ada turned to him, flourishing a sticky knife. “No, Alexsandr, those raisins are not for your sandwiches. Stand down.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Kallus insisted, voice going high. Ada leveled him with a leery look then turned back to the sandwiches.

When Kallus opened his mouth, she turned back and gave the knife a threatening little wave this time. “And I’m not cutting the crusts off, either.”

“Alright,” Kallus said through a mock-mournful sigh. He tried and failed to bite back his smile; so did Ada. She turned back to the sandwiches and, despite what she’d just said, began carefully removing the crusts. Kallus’s smile flickered away as he watched. He took up the laundry basket once more.

They would be back soon enough.

That’s what he determinedly repeated to himself in his mind as he hauled the clean sheets and towels to their room. “Dayj?” Kallus called out as he dropped the basket to the bare bed.

“Yeah?” came the muffled response from the bathroom.

Kallus followed it to find Dayja fresh from the shower he’d decided to take after all, damp towel slung on his hips. They hadn’t even been here a month and Dayja’d managed to put on a healthy amount of weight. He was grimacing at his own reflection as he braced himself for the hated task of shaving his dark stubble back down to ISB-mandated nothing.

“Before you start,” Dayja warned, “I know you just washed the towels, alright? I will personally wash this one by hand if you’re that pressed about it.”

[muraae]

I hate crying, I hate being a crier so much because when I want to be angry and argue my point I get choked up and I start crying without saying what I want to say. And people expect me to focus on something else instead of what I’m feeling. Let me be angry. Please let me feel what I want to feel instead of acting like nothing’s wrong.

[fortezzabastiani]

Please stop crying

(Federico Fellini a Giulietta Masina)

[nerdeas]

Please stop crying