#Cry no more

[hallobruce]

The Smiling Friends are tasked with their most difficult mission yet...

inspired by this Twitter post:

[lightfromthelighthouse]

Good Morning!☀

And David was greatly distressed; for the people spake of stoning him, because the soul of all the people was grieved, every man for his sons and for his daughters: but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God. 1 Samuel 30:6

David and his men came home to find that their town had been raided, the women and children carried off along with their belongings. Although they were men of war, the Bible states they wept until they could weep no more. The men's confidence in David's leadership was shaken to the point they talked about stoning him to death!

David, however, was able to move his focus back to God. He encouraged himself in the Lord. He drew upon his experiences with God to move from distress to action and hope.

Ultimately, he and he his men were able to recover all that was taken and more, since those who raided his town had raided others as well.

Do not wait for others to encourage you, pat you on the back, or say a good word. Learn to encourage yourself in the Lord by hiding his word in your heart. Remember his promises. Reflect on what he has done for you in times past.

Make your own sunshine!

[sombersolace00]

The worst level I can surrender to. Numbness, detachment, & indifference. It’s not a pretty place and no way to find your way back to before they made you this way

[writethelifeyouwant]

Cry No More | Prologue

Summary: It’s hard to step into the spotlight when someone else is working to perpetually keep you in their shadow. Jensen is an aspiring young musician living in Dallas. He starts to get noticed when his boyfriend, Christian–an already successful country singer–gives him a shout-out on his TikTok and even hooks Jensen up with his talent agent. But the boys keep their relationship under wraps, better for their images for everyone to think they’re straight and single, and that only makes it easier for Christian to keep control of not only Jensen’s burgeoning career but also the rest of his life. 

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Christian Kane & Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Rating: 18+ Warnings: Unhealthy BDSM Relationship Tags: Musician AU, musician!Christian, musician!Jensen, talent manager!Jared, older!Jared, younger!Jensen, asshole!Christian, domestic violence, abusive BDSM relationship, pain play, sadism, dacryphilia, sub!Jensen, dom!Christian, bottom!Jensen, top!Christian, top!Jared, semi-public sex, blowjob, cumplay, more to follow... Word Count: 1,026

Created for: This mini series is a commission from @katbratsupernaturalwhore 🥰 Long live younger!Jensen/older!Jared pairings!

A/N: This AU is set in modern day (2022) but the characters are not their current ages. Jensen is 24 and Jared and Christian are both 35.

Jensen walked out on stage with the kiss still burning on his lips. Swollen, like he’d been biting them again the way he used to, except this time it was from being kissed within an inch of his life. Breathless. He needed to remember how to breathe again, now, if he had any hope of singing. Oh god, he hoped his voice didn’t crack in front of all of these people. 

He swallowed thickly, trying to push down the nerves that were once again bubbling up in his chest. The taste of the other man hung heavy on his tongue, but not as cloying as the taste of himself–the pungent cream that had been pushed between his lips in an effort to shut down his mental faculties in favour of more pleasant sensations. The proof that he could lose himself and let someone in, despite his trepidatious assertions that none of this could be real; he didn’t deserve any of this. His stage fright had been completely forgotten with his cock buried in the tight channel of an eager throat, milking him enthusiastically and then feeding him back the effusions of his soul; like he’d earned it as a reward for letting himself go in the preceding moment. He’d welcomed receiving it back, knowing he’d need that base essence of his humanity to stay tethered to the stage tonight, grounded in the music. 

The spotlight shone harshly onto him from some unknown elevation, blinding, and Jensen shakily picked up his guitar from the stand it rested against and settled himself onto to stool in front of the microphone. Whispers ran through the crowd from his faceless observers, and he imagined he could hear what they were saying about him. Wow he looks awkward. Oh my god, he’s so bright red. Why does he look like he’s been crying? Why does he look like he’s been fucked backstage? God, he’s so sweaty, gross.  

He knew, logically, that there was no way anyone in the audience could possibly know that he had just been sucked off in the little dressing room the venue had given him to get ready in. The door had been locked, there were no cameras or microphones. He’d looked in the mirror before he left and, sure, he’d looked a little flushed–his eyes sort of glazed over and blissed out–but not too obviously sexed-up. His hair and clothes were all still carefully straight and neat, intentionally minded during the blowjob, fast and dirty as it had been. He didn’t look like a hand had ever been laid on him.Still, Jensen was positive that everyone in the crowd somehow knew he’d just been made to swallow his own cum in order to distract him and calm down enough to have the balls to walk out here. The balls that were pleasantly tingly in his lap beneath the swell of the guitar’s body sitting atop his thighs. He swallowed again and cleared his throat brokenly. 

“Uh, hey there,” Jensen spoke into the microphone, adjusting himself on the stool a bit so he didn’t have to lean forward quite so much to reach it. There was an answering murmur from the crowd that he chose to interpret as them saying ‘hello’ back to him, but the blood rushing in his ears meant that he couldn’t actually distinguish any words from the homogenous buzz. 

“I, uhm, I guess you’re all here to listen to some mediocre acoustic guitar?” There was a small hum of laughter rippling through the audience, but Jensen winced, thinking belatedly that he’d agreed to quit with the self-deprecating shit. Well, there’s one fuck-up already for the night. “And uh, y’all wanna hear that song I’ve been teasing you with, dontcha?” Jensen pushed through the intro he’d rehearsed time and time again in the mirror and felt a swoop of elation in the pit of his stomach when that actually got a cheer out of the spectators and some wayward smatterings of applause. Okay, maybe they don’t hate him. They don’t think he’s weird or disgusting or stupid. They want to hear his song. 

“How many of you got dragged here by your girlfriend and have no clue what I’m talking about?” A few isolated whoops and laughs echoed from distant corners of the room, and there was an exchange of sympathetic groans from those men who’d been brought along. “Okay, well,” Jensen cleared his throat again, plucking a couple of the strings on his guitar testingly, making sure it hadn’t fallen out of tune in the past forty-five minutes since he’d passed it over to the stage hand. “I’m just gonna say, if you hate this and me or whatever, that’s fine. No hard feelin’s. But if you get up and walk out in the middle of the set, whoever dragged you here probably ain’t gonna sleep with you tonight so just uh–weigh up your options guys,” he smirked, and that got a broader ripple of laughter. 

“So I’m gonna start with one of my favourite covers, the one that most of you have probably heard, and we’ll work up to the good stuff.” He strummed a couple chords idly, adjusted his capo, rolled his shoulders back and settled himself, checked his fingers on the neck again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the tall, dark silhouette standing at the edge of the stage, lurking comfortingly in the shadows. He couldn’t make it out, but Jensen could imagine the big, encouraging smile on Jared’s face and the small swell of pride welling along the base of those unfairly long lashes that he’d taken fortitude from before he’d left the dressing room backstage. 

He fingers the fraying edge of the deep navy handkerchief tied around the headstock of the guitar, letting the age worn cotton soothe the calluses on his fingertips and surreptitiously wiping dry his nervous sweat. 

Jensen struck his opening note, held it in his mind and took one final deep breath before the plunge. 

Carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don’t you cry no more

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[punkrockmixtapes]

Jimmy Cliff - Cry No More

[sadclowncentral]

cannot stop thinking about the french man who during dinner responded to a person asking "should we be naughty and get desert" by pulling a face and going "naughty? it is chocolate, it is not an, uh, threesome"

[tariah23]

White people are miserable, racist losers period. They’ve even been getting mad at Japanese people for correcting them about Yasuke as well.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[keirahknightley]

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

🎬 Peter Jackson

+ IMDb trivia

[mckinlily]

Plot armor but it’s Bruce Wayne’s wealth.

Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.

He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked “#1 worker-friendly corporation”, and productively and profits soar again.

Ok, so clearly investing his workers isn’t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.

But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WE’s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.

Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.

Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.

So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because they’ve been claiming all these measures he’s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and they’re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyone’s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. That’ll go well, right?

Gotham’s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.

Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city is….Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gotham’s infrastructure somehow increases WE’s profits.

Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (it’s not his fault the best administrative system software is WE—he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.

Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.

Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.

Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. It’s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce can’t even donate to his own charity.

But by this time, Bruce has children. If he can’t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?

Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, won’t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and won’t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richard’s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruce’s wealth. And she won’t even accept a trust fund of only one million.

Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then he’s at least not have the money.

So children—generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, children—are also out.

Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the world’s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroes—but the public can’t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.

At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.

The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.

Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.

All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.

Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.

But by GOD is he trying.

[luminixx]

“Your mom” gone wrong. Not the right person.

this is lowkey so unserious don't kill me. it's a reference to all that stuff about his mother that I am seeing.

[cryptocollectibles]

Razor Cry No More #1 (1995) by London Night

By Everette Hartsoe & Richard Pollard.

[rheill]

This has been in my mind since August but I couldn't figure out which character would say it. Then I started a Karlach Origin run and realized: Karlach. Karlach has a face that knows what The Grinch is.

[cronchy-baguette]

what do you know of loss?

no words for how much I adore these two characters and the ways their journeys parallel one another's... take this as part character study (what if they helped each other heal!) and part ship content (they were made for each other...) anyways. the shadowzel illness never stops