*wiping tears*

anonymous asked:

Love Like Oxygen is such a pure, upbeat, early song and I love it so much I want to see it be wholeheartedly loved :'


no there isn’t anything more pure and joyful in their discography and there will never be. there will never be. even the llo mv was ahead of its time like hello have you checked these aesthetics??

I’ll defend shinee’s early releases with my whole heart for as long as I’m alive, I don’t think you guys understand. I love their early releases so much. I love those so much. it’s so rare to find groups with a discography you can be proud of from beginning to end, but shinee is definitely one of the few.

and that’s not in a way that makes you wish they’d go back to their old style, but? looking back in their career, it feels like watching a story unravel in its own accord, in its own time; a story so well written that you don’t regret it when you reach the end of each book - there will always be the next one, anyway.

it’s mind-blowing to think they had barely debuted and they came out with something so high quality like love like oxygen - the kind of song you could listen to in 2017, 9 years after its release, and it wouldn’t seem out of place. it’s just amazing. 

Keeping It Real

Sometimes it was easy. Sometimes it was hard. On those hard days, Jensen and Jared always made it a point to make me smile, even the tiniest bit.

There were times where I would be off to the side, watching as they did their scene. My morning would have started out like shit, arguing with my folks, and then I would have been driving to the set, wiping away at my tears like I was a fifteen year old girl.

Jensen and Jared would form a plan, like the one they did right now, and sometimes it went through, other times they’d get caught and be scolded for it.

One look at Jensen’s face, and that was the end of it. From a look of utter seriousness, too a stifling giggling mess, I turned away from them, my shoulders shaking with barely controlled laughter.

Jensen always made me laugh. Just by looking at him, he’d literally turn my frown upside down. Turn my darkest days into one of the brightest with his dorkiness.

God, I loved that green eyed man. Loved him too damn much sometimes. He always kept things real for me. Didn’t try to soften the ground beneath me, only confirm that it was there and that I was strong enough to walk on it. Him and his weird as metaphors, man.

But I loved him. Even as he turned his eyes to me, that knowing smile on his perfectly full lips, I knew that he knew that I was okay right then and there.

“Just keeping it real, honey,” he would say after making me smile. “Nothin’ is as real as your beautiful smile. The world needs more of it. I need more of it.”

Damn Jensen and his way with words.

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the-natural-view  asked:

My friend just went through a terrible break up after dating a girl for a few years. Any bible verses or divine wisdom that I share with them to help

Hi friend,

Some Bible verses for your friend:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
   and do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge him,
   and he will make straight your paths. - Proverbs 3:5-6

He heals the brokenhearted
   and binds up their wounds. - Psalm 147:3

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
   and saves the crushed in spirit. - Psalm 34:18

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” - Revelation 21:4

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. - John 14:27

fear not, for I am with you;
   be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
   I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. - Isaiah 41:10

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” - Matthew 11:28-30

I can do all things through him who strengthens me. - Philippians 4:13

And some (probably not so) divine wisdom:

Sometimes all it takes is time. Be there for your friend, and encourage him/her to lean into God during this time, and to talk to Him and read His Word. It’s going to hurt, and it’s probably going to hurt for a good while, but, eventually, when enough time has passed, it will get better. The sun will rise again, so to speak. And He will still be there once it does.

Sending prayers and love and light. <3

All my love,


  • me: idk i'm not that much of a crier. i dont cry too easily when it comes to certain thi--
  • brian: *posts a video of him and audrey being adorable*
  • my ass: *sniffling* god,,, he's just such an awesome dad,,, audrey's so lucky to have a dad like him,,, *blowing my nose with a tissue and wiping away tears* gOD, MAN,,, SHE'S GONNA HAVE SUCH AN AMAZING CHILDHOOD,,,, IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM ALL WHAT A LOVELY FAMILY

love, shepard: a study in platonic “i love yous”.

part 21: joker.

They hand him Shepard’s dog tags after the battle because he’s the most visible member of the Normandy now and the Normandy is the most visible reminder of Shepard.

“Do you think she’s still alive?” The reporters crowd in around him and shove recording devices under his nose.

Shepard flashes before his eyes. Shepard, an untrained spectre staring down the Council, Shepard, pushing people off the burning SR-1, Shepard, lying dead on a cold operating table, Shepard, grinning at the new SR-2, Shepard, wiping away her tears after leaving Earth, Shepard, balancing the weight of trillions of lives on her shoulders, Shepard, crawling through rivers of blood on the Citadel, Shepard, laughing, saying to him, “I love you, Joker, stay safe up there.”

“Do you think she’s still alive?”



just one chapter left after this one! a massive thank you to all the readers, likers, rebloggers, kudosers, and rebloggers who have kept up with this project!!

impala-dreamers-mainfrigginblog  asked:

Drabble!!!! Me please!!! ♡♡♡ Sam...tears.

There was a distinct lack of tears when you were in the company of Sam Winchester. He usually took the brunt of anything that came your way, an absorptive surface for your worst emotions. His presence seemed to dull the lows and sharpen the highs, creating a joyful masterpiece out of your life experiences.

That wasn’t to say there weren’t ever tears, though. They appeared randomly, mostly at inopportune times, rudely interrupting pleasant moments. That was the life of a hunter. You could hold it together for only so long, no matter how strong you were, before it all came rushing out. It was only normal.

Sam wiped all those tears away, though, literally and figuratively. He took your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs under your eyes to clear them of the unwanted moisture. Then he would take you into his arms, providing you with a safe space to work out your emotions, while he whispered intimate complements to you. 

You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You’re stronger than you know. You make my life better. I could never live without you. 

By the time he had finished holding you close and encouraging you, your tears were dried up. And then he’d kiss you, red puffy eyes, sniffling nose and all. 

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Late Nights [Part One]

A/N: I always have a lot that floats through my head but I thought this my might be a fun way to spend my late nights. I plan on making this story multiple parts if any of you out there like it enough. There are going to be many levels to this. I might even alternate between characters point of views. But I hope you all enjoy it.If you all are interested in a part two, let me know!/i>

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“Whoa.. Hey, why are you crying?”
For three days I had this constant knot in my stomach, and this was the moment I was about to learn the truth. I had some thoughts in the back of my head for a couple weeks, but this gut feeling started to connect everything. My gut feeling was never wrong.
I took a deep breath and wiped away the stray tears with the back of my hand. I slowly moved my gaze to his, barely seeing his features under the darkness. Maybe that would make all of this easier.
“You don’t want this anymore, do you?”
He sighed next to me, adjusting his body to get a better look at me. “You know I love you, more than anything..”
“But I’m not in love with you.”

I’m not in love with you
Those six words played in my head over and over again, on the whole ride back to the bunker. He dropped me off where the gravel ended, exchanging a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before I started walking my way to the front door. The tears coming much heavier once I heard the truck fade out down the road.
Another slow and deep breath before I reached for the handle, opening the door to the bunker as quietly as possible. I’ve been gone for almost six hours, so I’m hoping the boys are tucked away in their rooms for the night. I slip off my sandals, knowing I will be a lot more stealthy with my bare feet moving around.
Slipping past the library, all the lamps are off and not a Winchester is in sight. I sigh in relief making my way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of whiskey before dragging my feet to the bathroom.I stare at my reflection, smeared mascara and bloodshot eyes staring back at me. I mindlessly peel myself out of my skinny jeans and silk lavender camisole.
I turn the water on as hot as it will go before stepping into the stream. I feel numb as I wash myself from tonight’s events, not even noticing how the water begins to turn my skin a bright red. I scrub my disheveled make-up off my face before stepping out of the water and drying myself.
Scrounging through my drawers I find a pair of panties, white fuzzy socks, baggy gray sweatpants, and a white sweatshirt. Before I drop my towel I close the bedroom door and then slip into the comforting warmth of everything. I take a big swig of whiskey before laying in my bed, burying myself under my sheets.. trying to hide myself from the world.

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19. “I can’t … I can’t believe you actually remembered.”

Elara glanced at the clock. 9 o’clock at night. Where was Spencer? Didn’t he realize what today was? Didn’t he care what today was? Nova had simply laughed at her concerns. Shaking her head she said sometimes guys forget important dates otherwise there wouldn’t be so many jokes about it. She was no help at all. 

Five minutes had passed since she last glanced at the clock. Sighing she wiped a few stray tears away. She should have put a reminder in his lunch just to be sure he remembered what today was. She couldn’t believe he had forgotten. He was supposed to be the perfect guy and he forgot.

Anger propelled her from the couch where she had sat most of the day moping. She began tossing the dishes into the sink of the uneaten dinner she had made special for him. She shouldn’t have bothered trying to make today special. He certainly hadn’t bothered. She heard the door open behind her. Swiveling around she gave him her patented look of displeasure “do you know what today is?” she demanded.

“Wednesday” he smiled setting his things down “what’s wrong?”

“You forgot” she accused crossing her arms.

“Forgot what?” he asked moving towards her to give her a kiss.

She took a step back refusing his sentiments “you forgot.”

“No I didn’t” he said calmly pointing towards a package on the counter “I left that for you. Why didn’t you open it?”

Her mouth flopped open when she realized the package was a carefully disguised gift for her. Feeling like an idiot she found a card with her name on it. Opening the card she mumbled “I can’t … I can’t believe you actually remembered.”

“Happy first anniversary” he said although his voice sounded anything but happy.

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Spencer George was made by @thatsimslove

anonymous asked:

short story of greg finding Sherlock crying after his girlfriend broke up with him by text and it was the first time he truly cared for someone like that way

Greg sauntered up the stairs to Sherlock flat with a case file under his arm, he froze on the stairs when he could hear faint sobs on the other side of the door.

Greg opened the door and found Sherlock in a blubbering mess, perched on his chair with his phone on the armrest and a packet of cigarettes that had spilled out onto the carpet. “Sherlock?” Greg called out and he snapped his head up, quickly wiping away the tears on his face.

“Oh it’s just you” Sherlock’s voice was broken and Greg slowly made his way over to him and crouched down beside him.

Greg took in the scene and sighed “What happened? What’s got you so worked up?” The detective inspector asked.

Sherlock let out a loud sob again, tossing the phone to Greg and he read the text ‘Sherlock, I don’t think this is going to work anymore. I’m sorry it I think we should call it quits’. Greg let out a disheartened sigh and placed the phone back into the armrest. He knew how much Sherlock loved them. “I’m sorry Sherlock, but if someone is going to break up with you like that, over a text, they were never worth your time in the first place. I know you’re upset and in time you’ll feel better. You’ll find someone who makes you happy, you have all the time in the world” Greg rested a comforting a hand on Sherlock’s knee.

Sherlock nodded and let out a small sniffle “Is that a case you have for me?” He asked with a small twitching smile on his face.

Greg nodded and let out a chuckle “Course it is, a murder too…might cheer you up” Greg handed over the file and Sherlock glanced through it quickly.

Greg almost collapsed with shock when he heard the words “Thanks Greg” come out of Sherlock’s mouth.

anonymous asked:

if i slip you some cookies under the table will you write a continuation of 'trust'? I CAN'T HANDLE IT ;_;

A/N: Ask and you shall receive (I’ll accept cookies as payment)! A continuation to this.


You hugged your eldest child eagerly. After not seeing him for more than six months you were overjoyed to finally hold him in your arms again. You had missed him so much, him and your other children. You let out a small sniffle, which made Shigetsuna loosen his hold on you,

“Mom, are you okay?” he asked confused.

“Yes! I’m just so happy to see you,” you answered smiling, wiping the tears from your eyes. You had been working with your brother at the restaurant. He and his wife had been kind to let you stay and you were happy to help them with all you could, only it was less and less each day.

You had been overjoyed when lord Shigezane sent you a letter, telling you he was coming to visit Kyoto and was bringing your eldest child with him. After you had left lord Kojuro you had exchanged letters with him after he had sworn not to tell lord Kojuro anything. Even lord Masamune had sent you some letters asking for you to return to Shiroishi, but you had sent him your polite refusal. You had nothing you wanted to say to your husband. Not after what he had done. You glanced behind Shigetsuna expecting to greet lord Shigezane, but the smile you had had on your face died instantly,

“…Lord Kojuro. I hope you have been well,” you managed to say. Lord Kojuro didn’t say anything, he just stared at you in a stunned silence, his eyes darting between your face and your obviously very pregnant belly.

“I…” he started, but you turned away from him, taking a hold of Shigetsuna’s arm.

“Come on Shige, we’re leaving,” you said, but lord Kojuro grasped your arm. You turned to look at him with as much disdain as you could collect, “Unhand me now, or I’ll scream.” You were in the middle of a busy street, several people eyeing you already. Lord Kojuro let his hand drop on his side, but he looked at you his eyes searching something from yours,

“Please, ____. I’m so sorry, I miss you.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you needed to dip your brush into every ink!” you hissed between your teeth. Shigetsuna let out a gasp,

“Mom! You can’t say stuff like that!”

“____, please. Can’t we talk this through? The kids miss you too…”

“Don’t you dare to bring them into this!” You pointed your finger at lord Kojuro, who took a step back at your sudden outburst. Shigetsuna tried to pull you away from him, but you shook his hand away from your arm and took a step towards lord Kojuro, “You were the one who pushed me away! You! All I ever asked was for you to be honest with me and you betrayed me!”

“But…” lord Kojuro tried, but you interrupted him,

“No buts! I’m done!”

What you didn’t expect, was for lord Kojuro to kneel in front of you, bowing his head to the ground. You could hear gasps around you and realised that your shouting had managed to gather a crowd. You glanced around and managed to get a glimpse of lord Shigezane and lord Masamune in the crowd. Both of them looked at you, their faces serious, waiting for your response.

“I’m so sorry, ____. Please forgive me,” lord Kojuro said, his voice heavy with suppressed emotions.

You let out a sigh and looked at the man in front of you. You now realised how overgrown and messy his hair was and how the collar of his kimono was all crumbled and his clothes slightly dishevelled. You couldn’t help yourself. Your heart swelled at the sight of the man you still loved despite everything, kneeling in front of you in a desperate attempt to get you to forgive him. He must have been quite a mess if even lord Masamune was here to see if he’d manage to woo you back. You let out a small chuckle and kneeled in front of him, fixing his collar for him.

“Seriously, I leave for six months and you can’t even get yourself properly dressed in the meantime… What am I going to do with you…? You’re even dragging lord Masamune into this mess…” you muttered defeated. Lord Kojuro lifted his head slowly and looked at you, searching your face, before he pulled you into a gentle embrace, earning a loud cheer from the surrounding crowd. You caught a glimpse of lord Shigezane and lord Masamune, who both had relieved smiles on their lips.

“You guys are so embarrassing… in the middle of the street… god… I can never show my face here again…” you heard Shigetsuna mumble next to you. You let out a small laugh and hid your face in Kojuro’s shoulder to hide your tears, but you couldn’t hide the small sniffle that escaped your lips. Lord Kojuro released you and stood up, helping you up as well. He wrapped his arm around you again and wiped the tears from your face gently.

“I’m truly sorry, my precious girl. Would you do me the honour of returning to Shiroishi with me?” Lord Kojuro’s face was full of concern when you looked at him, but you had one question you wanted to ask before answering,

“Did you marry her?”

“… what?” lord Kojuro looked at you surprised.

“Did you marry her?” you repeated your question looking at him expectantly.

“… Yes,” he admitted sheepishly, waiting for your rejection.

“Okay. Good. I hope she’s nice,” you said, pressing your cheek to lord Kojuro’s chest.

“Yes, she is. Very nice. She gets along with the kids, they adore her,” he replied, letting out a small sigh of relief. You looked up at him and smiled,

“Good. I think we’ll get along then.”

omGGG im watching the markiplier respect video and hes like oh the younger generation are going to look back to their forefathers who were too afraid to treat eachother w respect *wipes tear* and like the context of that statement is how the internet is oppressing pewdiepie…a white dude that makes millions a year screaming and making the dumbest jokes that pretty much any 12 y/o can make while playing video games!! am genuinely having a laff here