What would you two do when you realize that you really are deeply in love with your lover? <3 (you are gorgeous, Carla)
Carla: Thank you Blood Bag.To answer your question,I would contemplate on the feeling I have for her and try to figure out if there’s another reason for the deep emotion. I would try being around her to see if it’s stronger just with her and also try staying away too in order to see if that effects this feeling. I would try to understand the point of this emotion and I will go through more thinking about whether or not I am a failure for falling for a human instead of someone somewhat like me. However, I know blaming myself will get me no where so I will be a man and take responsibility for this feeling if I do realize that I love her. I will then proceed to place her through a series of test to make sure she is faithful to me and returns such feelings. If she passes, then I will be sure to make her my one and only queen.
Shin: I’d deny it at first and wonder if I’m capable of such an emotion for her. I mean what if she leaves me for Nii-san or for someone better? What if I just end up disappointing her with these emotions and feelings because she doesn’t feel the same way? There’s so much to think about with this damn emotion. I would just still stay around her yes because you know, I don’t wanna seem too suspicious or anything by ignoring her but I would be thinking mostly on what to do with her and if I should even confess my feelings for her. I’d try to ask her if she understands this feeling and to tell me what it is without getting too frustrated or angry while asking her. It could be my luck that she feels this way for me and it’ll be easier to confess this feeling and understand it better. Once I come clean and she returns this feeling, I’ll make sure to give her the world and everything else she wants no matter the cost or time.
I relate to Amethyst on a deep level because I too put what others care about before what I care about.
I relate to Pearl on a deep level because I too get jealous when those I care about find someone else to love.
I relate to Steven on a deep level because I too am very childish and have felt I dont know where I belong.
I relate to Connie on a deep level because I too have very strict parents.
I relate to Garnet on a deep level because I too am the embodiment of two little lesbians love.
Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gorged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Is it wrong to use someone to get over somebody else? his hands on my back and his body against mine wouldn’t be yours but by god it might be enough to forget you. he’s so nice and you’re so not and his eyes are brown but so are yours and you’re so broken and he’s a whole piece and I could fit with someone like that. we could be happy in the way that is mindless and never have deep conversations and never stay up till two talking but we could laugh and throw popcorn at each other and I could forget that I’m fighting not to die every night and I could forgot that I don’t always come out of the battle unscathed and it could be something that is fun and not something that is like you.
it could be something that is good and not something like you.
❝ There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. ❞ ~ Washington Irving.
We have now seen both Ruby and Sapphire cry through Garnet. The first in Season One, episode 13 “So Many Birthdays” with Sapphire’s eye crying when Steven keeps aging. The second time, was Season Two, episode 11 (or 60, overall) when they see what has become of fragments of Gems who fought in the rebellion – and what Homeworld thinks of fusion.
requested by glamourcals: ok so you know how when you’re really tired and you could talk about anything for hours or find the smallest things incredible or even just laugh at the stupidest shit maybe you could write about what that would be like with each of the boys?
okay, so late nights with michael would be so often that it was almost a tradition for the both of you. michael would have long since retired from his late night video game playing and joined you in bed, the covers pulled up under your arms. you two would stare at each other, like one another’s eyes held entire galaxies within the colors. you would smile and he would bring you closer, your noses touching and his eyes staring into yours with such deep admiration. “i love you so much, doll. more than words could ever express.” he would tell you and then place a kiss onto your forehead, one that lasted and burned your skin but in a good way. and you’d sometimes talk about a future, other times the past. but you loved it. and when you guys had finally grown too tired to keep your eyes open, michael would sing you softly to sleep, “‘cause i see you lying next to me, with words i thought i’d never speak. awake and unafraid, asleep or dead.”
so, it would be like, two in the morning and you’d have just finished up with a movie when you guys looked at each other and thought simultaneous, “snack run.” so you guys would put on your shoes and drive out to walmart, filling the cart up with so many snacks and junk food – doritos, donuts, peanut butter, frozen pizzas, nutella, chips, cookies, etc. and then you’d go home and just go straight into your guys’ bedroom, clambering onto the bed and surrounding yourselves with all the food you two had just bought. and you guys would talk about how everything tasted so much better after one o’clock in the morning for some reason, and then luke would get excited and start talking about the latest science documentary he watched on youtube during tour, and then it would turn into a talk about the galaxies until you two would have eaten most of the food and finally curled into each other for the night and fallen asleep, luke mumbling, “your eyes are just like galaxies, so mysterious and pretty….”
with calum, he would take you out to the balcony of your apartment or hotel that you were currently staying at the moment, and he’d pull you into his chest while you two sat on one of the chairs. he’d love placing random kisses to your face – your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. he’d hold you close, and he was just so warm. as you shivered, he’d hold you even closer and try to protect you from the cold, occasional breezes, nuzzling his face into your hair. and you two would look out at the stars if it was a clear night. and you’d laugh and the stars and you’d share everything. calum would go off on something that had happened earlier within the day, telling you about something funny that feldmann had said. but then he’d notice that you’d fallen asleep, and he’d kiss your forehead before picking you up and taking you to bed. “i love you, babe. sweet dreams.”
okay, so ashton was not one to stay up very late at night. but when he did, it was usually after you’d had a bad day and he’d just stay up with you. he’d help you talk about it and open up so that all of that stress wouldn’t build up into something hella bad. and he’d twirl your hair in his hands while you talked. and when you had told him everything, then he would hug you tightly, stifling a yawn here and there. and then you guys would slide easily into pointless conversation. you’d be so into staying up late with ashton since usually it was just you and tumblr. but then soon, ashton’s speech would start to slow down a bit and become muffled, and you knew the late night was going to come to an end. so you’d kiss his forehead, hugging him tightly and feeling him do the same to you before you mumbled a “goodnight, ashton. i love you,” and he would reply groggily, “and i love you… more than you will ever know.”
The 5 Most Tragic YA Couples According to Robin Benway
As if you needed a reminder that love is tough, and
sometimes even tragic, here are five heartbreaking couples to hit you with a
serious truth bomb. Today’s picks are coming from Robin Benway, author of Emmy
& Oliver, whose title couple may
or may not go through some tragic relationship
tolls (you’ll have to read it to see!). But all’s well that ends well, right?
Which conveniently brings us to the first pick on Robin’s list…
1. Romeo & Juliet in Romeo and Juliet
I feel like we just need to jump into the deep end of the
tragedy pool and start with the gold standard of bad relationships. Romeo and
Juliet are two teenagers who fall in love, date, defy their families, and due
to mixed signals, inadvertently commit suicide together all in less than a
week. LESS THAN A WEEK! If any couple ever need iPhones and public WiFi, it was
these two. This whole story is basically a guidebook that should be subtitled
“What Not to Do in Relationships.”
2. Bruce Patman & Regina Morrow, Sweet Valley High
Buckle up because we’re taking the scenic route on
Tragedy Road. SO. Bruce Patman is this wealthy high school guy who drives a
black Porsche and is basically a jerk who loves and leaves girls. But then, he
ends up falling in love with Regina, who’s beautiful and sweet and deaf, and
she changes him (OF COURSE SHE DOES). Then, she goes to Switzerland to get her
hearing restored (long story), he waits for her, but then ultimately cheats on
her with another girl.
So Regina, who somehow has lost sight of the fact that
she, you know, isn’t deaf anymore, is so brokenhearted that she decides to do
cocaine at a party, has a bad reaction to it, and dies from a heart attack.
TAKE THAT, BRUCE PATMAN. Anyway, Bruce is brokenhearted forevermore, until much
later on, when he meets Elizabeth Wakefield, but that’s another tragedy
3. Patrick & Brad, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Oh, this is so sad. I can’t even make funny jokes about
it, it’s so sad. Patrick is in love with Brad, like desperately so, but Brad is
so scared of people discovering that he’s gay that he and Patrick can only meet
up in secret. But then one night, Brad’s dad catches them hooking up and he
goes berserk, and beats his son for being gay. From that point on, Brad begins
to bully Patrick, calling him names in the school hallway that I won’t repeat
here. Patrick is just broken-hearted and they eventually almost get into a physical
fight. They never reunite, they don’t get their happy ending, and it’s the
epitome of tragic.
4. Buffy Summers and Angel the Vampire (Do vampires
have last names?), Buffy the Vampire
(I know Buffy &
Angel aren’t TECHNICALLY a YA couple, but I feel like their tragedy makes up
Full confession: I cried my eyes out over these two.
Like, embarrassingly loud sobs. Buffy is a (spoiler alert!) vampire slayer who
falls in love with a vampire. I mean, of all the terrible decisions. But Angel
is the good kind of vampire, meaning that he’s nice to Buffy and doesn’t kill
anyone and looks good with his shirt off, until one day he’s transformed back
into Angelus, i.e. his murder-y alter ego.
In order to save the world, Buffy has to send her one
true love into hell, and I know it sounds cheesy but it’s just SO SAD because
Buffy and Angel are in love and it’s not their fault! As my grandma would say, a bird and a fish can fall in love, but
where do they live?
5. Madeline & Olly, Everything Everything
Don’t worry, there are no spoilers here! Madeline is a
girl who’s allergic to the world. No, really, she is. She lives in a sealed-off
bubble of a house because any exposure to germs could kill her, which means she
has to watch the world from her window. And guess who moves in next door? A
cute, funny boy named Olly, who has a few secrets of his own (gotta love the
The two of them eventually start to email and chat
online, but they can’t be in the same room because Madeline could die. GAH!
THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS, PEOPLE. The good news, though, is that
they’re both awesome characters, and doesn’t love always overcome tragedy?
(Don’t answer that, Romeo.)
She wants to stay out late, surf at her favorite beach—go
anywhere without her parents’ relentless worrying. But Emmy’s parents can’t
seem to let her go—not since the day ten years ago when her best friend,
Oliver needs a moment to figure it all out.
He’d thought, all these years, that his father was the
good guy. He never knew that his dad had kidnapped him and kept him on the run.
Discovering it all at once—and returning to his old hometown—has his heart
aching and his thoughts swirling.
Emmy & Oliver were going to be best friends forever.
They could have been even more, before their
futures were ripped apart. To Emmy, despite the space and time between them,
their connection has never been severed. But is their story still meant to be?
Or are their hearts like the pieces of two different puzzles—impossible to fit
there were no dramatic proclamations of love, or one trying to get the other one’s attention. It was just two people, who were made for one another, and who came together naturally because they both knew it deep down.
Also just how the shippers get along with each other so well. i never see any fighting! Some of us have ultra mushy heacanons of them, while some of us interpret them as a pretty fluff-free pairing, but we all respect eachother, and that’s so hard to come by in the naruto fandom these days.
Id say we’re a perfect reflection of the pairing we love so much.
Can you talk about how Ian loves Mickey? Makes sad when people say he doesn't. He shows it in off ways but Ian has a big heart and big ambitions but he's just been crushed so much it's like one step forward two step backs with him. I wouldn't blame him for being where he is right now that he doesn't have anything. All he has is his love for Mickey and he thinks he even pushed that away It makes me sad poor Ian i just wanna coddle Ian for a change
considering how ooc s5 was i don’t know where people get off saying ian (real ian, not ian-clone) doesn’t love mickey.
season one ian was a smitten lil kitten. did he “love” mickey? not yet. but he crushed hard. season two ian liked him, season three ian loved him. canonically. full-on shouted about loving him at his wedding. season four was a more deep-seated kind of love. not butterflies, not blushing stuttering giggling messes. not i would die for you love, not i think i’d die without you love. a better kind of a love. a soulmate kind of a love. an i need to be with you in life kind of love. a you make me the best me kind of love.
ian’s “oh shit my heart’s gonna beat out of my chest” face
falling in love, falling so hard in love please kill me
literally wants to make a permanent home with him and cook him breakfast ???
ian how did i get so lucky look at this dork gallagher
anyway. the point is. ian has flaws, sure - he pushes people away when he’s weak because he loves his bravado of being strong; he wants everything, more than people have to give, and thinks it’s entirely reasonable to ask it because he readily gives everything himself; he’s determined to the point of hardheaded, ruled by his emotions to a fault, and a million other things borne from his desire to be good, to be worthy, to be something. and to think for a minute that these things mean he doesn’t love mickey? even if he hadn’t drunkenly shouted it to a room full of people, i think ian’s shown his feelings to be perfectly clear.
Alright, little bit of a time jump here,but I love this part!!I originally had 10 dreams planned, for all the past lives Dean and the reader had met. But, as I was reading through my plans, I realized there were two I didn’t have a lot planned for. so, sadly, I scrapped them. But, this means we can get to the more exciting ones faster! :) This is one of my favorite dreams I’ve planned, so enjoy!
A/N: Here’s part five! So glad you all are loving the story so far! This new part is pretty long and i’ve introduced a new character–who i’d like to imagine it being Dylan O’Brien ;) (Here’s Part One, Two, Three, and Four)
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Loud music pounded against the mansions walls as it echoed throughout the barren road. You were standing on the sidewalk, arms crossed over your chest as you took in a deep breath. You had to admit, it felt strange not having Pietros presence around…especially since he was your partner in this mission. “Lets get this over with…” Releasing a sigh, your ankle cut boots clacked against the concrete ground every time the heel had tapped against it.
hey taylorswift, you probably don’t know me because i do not actively seek your attention and i only have you as my display pic on instagram. well, i hope i can change that.
i was at your show in amsterdam two days ago but i didn’t initially know i would go. ever since i was little i have never been able to afford a ticket, and i just recently became old enough to travel to a show on my own. when 1989 world tour was announced, i just let out a deep virtual sigh (consisting of sad tweets) because i knew i wouldn’t be able to go. well, i was wrong. just 3 weeks before the show started a lovely girl named Melanie announced she was giving away a ticket because she couldn’t make it. i have never been that lucky.
to say the day of the show was the best day of my life would still be the understatement of the century. i partially lost my voice because i did not stop singing along for a single second. the best moment was when you did love story; i couldn’t stop crying because i still know the exact moment i became a fan. the love story music video was on dutch tv channel TMF (which doesn’t even exist anymore) and when i got home from school i did everything i could to find the song and watched it over and over again on youtube. hearing you perform love story took me back to being a 9 year old girl with your posters on my wall, mimicking your outfits and hairstyles.
i’m not like that anymore. i don’t put up your photos on my wall or buy things with your face on them, i save your photos on my phone and write long rants to the people wrongly judging you on the internet. i’ve noticed that makes me less of a fan these days in the eyes of internet fans. but like you said during the show, i am your friend. i like you and i like to spend time with you, your only 2 requirements.
i have gone from being a little girl singing along to fun country songs to being a young adult who identifies with your songs and is continuously amazed by your art, talent and success. my taste in music may have gone from chart to hip hop, but your music grew along with me. you became part of my identity.
i think being at the show in amsterdam made me realize that you are an actual person up on that stage, that there’s no real barrier between us and just how greatly you have influenced me. i may not wear shirts with your photo on them or buy every item with your name on it, and that may not get me to loft 89 but i am certain that me playing your songs over and over, telling people all i know about you, constantly defending you and letting myself be inspired by you counts for something. i felt like i needed to reach out, because i can’t sit here and pretend you are not one of the biggest parts of my life. i’m aware this might never reach you, but one can dream.
the girl who sends you long embarrassing fan mail when she’s upset even though she knows you’ll never read it
Took a break from freelancing for a bit to get out some Deep South comic ideas! These are two characters, Apollo and Antonia, who are lovers. At one point in the story another character sees this sort of glowing ring around them. He concludes the ring is a symbol of how perfect they are for each other.
I’m working on this story and Wolfsbane right now and hope to have more Wolfsbane up soon! I think I’m going to wait on putting up Deep South until after CTNx. (I want to make a book of the first chapter and have it available there) Either way I’m excited to have some time to work on these again!
“Did you ever think that you would love someone so so much?
Like, I’m not even really friends with him, yet I love him so freaking much, sometimes it hurts deep down in my chest and I get genuinely sad.
I NEVER thought I would feel this way about him, I mean I only see him at school - during break, shortly after school and sometimes even when he drives to school - I don’t even see him for long periods of time - a maximum of 50 minutes on two days per week maybe the other days maybe 2 mins total. It still lights up my day so much, If you’d only new..
I would have never thought I’d fall for him since he is completely different from what I thought I’d fall for. He has such a different character.
I feel like I know him so well from what he told and how he acts but really? What do I really know about him? I guess not that much, but, oh god, I’d love to know every oh-so-boring thing about him. I wish we’d experience things together, go on adventures.
But that will never happen because I’m just another one of your students and in about two months you won’t even live near by anymore and I’m sure in that time you’ll also have forgotten my name and won’t even remember who I was. And you know what? It kills me. It fucking hurts, sometimes I just don’t know what to do anymore because I’m in such pain.”
04/07/2015, thoughts at 11:33pm while looking at the stars
I want to blog a lot about you. About us. I really do. But I can’t, I’m afraid to use the wrong words cause I think no words will ever be enough to explain how I feel about you. You’re the reason behind every smile, the only reason why I chose not to go back to my old ways. I love you so much. I can’t even think of a perfect word to tell you how intense this feeling is. I will never ever love anyone the way I love you. I’ve been loving you for more than three years, waited for more than two years, and I know it’s still not that long but I still have a lifetime to prove that my eyes, my heart, my mind and my soul belongs to you, only to you. But I bet you already know that. You told me you never expected me to wait but I did, and deep down you know that I will. And now we’re here. After a few failed attempts, we’re here again and I swear I will never ever let anything or anyone break us apart again, not even you, haha. I love you and I can’t wait for the day that I can finally call you my wife. I know it sounds cliche but you know me, you know I mean every word that I say especially when it comes to you. I hope to see you next week. :)
Can I just express how much I loved how 2min’s voices blended so well during Minho’s rap in the beginning of Odd Eye? Like, Minho’s deep voice with Taemin’s sweet like honey vocals murders me every single time I hear it.
The retrospect is glorious, the prospect is inspiring: Much might be said of both. But one idea dominates my mind. This — my best, my dearest — is for your noble cause.
I have observed electrical actions, which have appeared inexplicable. Faint and uncertain though they were, they have given me a deep conviction and foreknowledge, that ere long all human beings on this globe, as one, will turn their eyes to the firmament above, with feelings of love and reverence, thrilled by the glad news: “Brethren! We have a message from another world, unknown and remote. It reads: one… two… three.”
You absolutely have the most amazing deep blue eyes.
Wow, two nice anon messages in a week? I am not having the best of weeks, so the kindness certainly means a lot–thank you! I’m pretty sure the shirt and the filter have a lot to do with the way my eyes look, but I still appreciate the compliment! I bet that you are an absolutely lovely person inside and out! I wish you all the positive things–you deserve it!