all my babies i am cry ;_;

Tina had the baby and I am cry!!! But seriously, my grandma was just saying tonight how much she thinks I should have a baby of my own (in a nice way and means a TON to me because she knows I’m gay and it’s not easy) and then seeing Bette and the baby and that depiction of lesbian family gave me all kinds of feels! Also made me extra salty about Swan Queen but I digress lol

The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

and to everyone bitching about belle’s yellow gown:

i get it. i do. but in the words of my father (who was crying like a baby during most of the film): “people who say these things are just looking for something to pick on. there was probably not one person in that theater that could care less about what was wrong with it. they would have all said it was beautiful, and it was.”

MITAM song blurb: If I could fly

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.”

Text in bold indicates Harry’s texts and text in italics indicates (y/n)’s texts.

Facetime?

I’m out with my Mum but I’ll be home in an hour?

Sounds good x

I just got home and rang you five times but I’ve just realised that it’s 3am where you are. Hope you’re having sweet dreams about your fabulous girlfriend xx

//

“God I love my wife ‘n everything but I am so glad for a day in the studio.” Harry laughed when his friend walked through the doors of the small studio, looking as sleep deprived as any other father of two.

“The joys of marriage, eh?”

“She’s been moody with me all week,‘s not my fault I didn’t hear the baby crying when it was my turn to get up with her!” He scoffed, throwing his jacket on the rack in the corner. “Appreciate these kid-free years you have with your missus, the most action I get these days is seeing her pump milk because apparently not even my magic touch will make her boobs feel better.”

“You’re gross.” Harry grimaced, looking up from where he was strumming lightly on his guitar. “Are we going to write some music today or just talk about how hard your life is because you’re not getting any action these days?”

“Fuck off.” He laughed. “Just because you have an active sex life.”

Harry laughed along but felt his heart twist when he realised he hadn’t even spoken to his girlfriend in three days now, let alone be intimate with her. It wasn’t by fault of either of them that their relationship was on hold right now and there was nothing they could do about their demanding jobs but he wishes he was able to go home in the evenings and have his girl waiting for him, enjoying their ‘kid-free years’ as he had been advised to. She wasn’t bitter about it, she was more than understanding, as was he about her schedule- they just needed to work on making their relationship a priority over their careers.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he decided to get to work instead to take his mind off it all.

By the end of his day in the studio, Harry felt slightly better when he realised he had got all his feelings out in the form of a song. It was a song personal to his current situation but he knew the other three boys would definitely be able to relate.

“I better get going, promised the wife I would do dinner tonight.” His friend announced once they decided they were happy with how the demo of the song was sounding.

“That’s no problem, I’ll lock up here.” Harry nodded with a smile.

“See you tomorrow!” He called on his way out, his headlights illuminating the room through the window moments later, before they began to gradually get further away to the point where they could no longer be seen.

After a while of tweaking the song slightly, he looked at the clock and calculated in his head what time in would be back home.

Can you talk? x

I can talk quietly, I have a sleeping cat on my lap x

He smiled, happy that they finally had a free moment together and wasted no time in clicking the face time icon in the corner of the screen.

“Hey stranger.” Her tired smile greeted him after two rings.

“I’ve missed you.” He smiled, head resting on his arm which was propped up on the guitar on his knee.

“I know, it’s been ages since we talked.” She yawned. “Someone fell asleep the other night after telling me he would be waiting for my call.” Her teasing smile made him laugh quietly.

“You know what I’m like; wide awake one minute and dead to the world the next.”

“True.” She giggled.

He knew it was nearing the early hours of the morning where she was but the conversation flowed so freely, talking about anything and everything, that he figured she needed this call just as much as he did and so tried not to think of the time difference as they talked for what must have been almost an hour

“I was in the studio today.” He announced. “Well, I still am.” He flipped the camera round to show her that he was indeed still in the studio. She giggled when he waved through the mirror.

“Productive day?” She asked.

“Very productive.” He nodded once the camera had flipped back round to face him. “Got a song written.”

“That was very productive.” She looked impressed. “Dare I ask what it’s about or is it a one direction exclusive top secret?”

“Well, it is about you… I think.” He smiled sheepishly.

“You think?” She laughed.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I didn’t really have you, or us, in mind when I was writing it but I realised when I heard it back that it was the perfect song for us.”

“Can’t wait to hear it then.” She smiled, yawning again.

“You can hear it now, I just haven’t quite figured the exact tune out but I have a rough idea.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, excited at the idea of Harry singing a song which he thinks is about her to her for the first time.

“As long as you promise to keep it between us.”

“Pinky promise.” She held her pinky finger up to the screen and he laughed before clearing his throat and setting his phone up in front of him.

“If I could fly.” His deep, raspy singing voice sounded more perfect than she remembered and it filled her heart with contentment at the familiar sound. “I’d be coming right back home to you.” She smiled when she realised how the song fit perfectly in describing them.

Halfway through, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and her phone slipped gently from her hand, the view on the screen now just the dark ceiling of their bedroom. Harry’s focus was completely on the song so he didn’t notice the movement until he had finished and looked to his phone to see what she thought.

He smiled when he realised he had sung her to sleep and simply cut off the call, sending her a text right after.

Sweet dreams, love. Wish I was there with you xx

If only I could fly.. xx

I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
BTS and their lines.

“Ah, oppa, I like it, please hit me a little more.” ~RM


“It’s gon’ get you in trouble, oooh oooh.” ~Jin


“Whether it’s a guy or a girl, my tongue will make you come.” ~Suga


“All the touting girls call me pippi.” ~J-Hope


“Please baby, calm down.” ~Jimin


“Imma give it to you, girl, right now.” ~V


“Yes I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girl.” ~Jungkook

causes of baby squirrels crying as explained by experts:

  • acute distress (e.g. pain, unsafe conditions, etc)

actual causes of my baby squirrels crying:

  • “i crawled three feet away from the crate and i am now convinced that i am lost forever”
  • “my sister is sitting on my head”
  • “you’re petting me and i do not want to be pet”
  • “you’re not petting me and i desperately need to be pet”
  • “i decided i was done eating but then i changed my mind and now i want to continue eating”
  • “you won’t let me crawl all over your laptop and open seventeen windows”
  • “i have climbed to the tallest thing and have decided that perhaps this was not the best plan of action”
  • “my sister is sitting on my head again”

All I ever wanted was someone
to be patient with me: sit by me with
a glass of water and slowly pour it
over my flame, carefully, uncertainly.

All I ever wanted was someone
who would let me punch a wall when
I am angry, someone who would wipe
my tears but never tell me to stop crying;
all I wanted was someone who would
let me have emotions and disagree
when I say I am overreacting–

and yet, I have trouble being patient
when someone turns to me with a flame
brighter than mine is, when every word
I say is ignored to the point where
I have to question if I am whispering,
and being patient is hard, especially
when you do not know if you are helping,
but baby, never lose your will to try–

and never settle. Because life is not
about asking for less, it is about giving more.

—  Patience

MY BABIES

IM CRYING

I LOVE YOU

AHAHATHIfjsjijHhsudh

IM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

HOW DARE YOU HURT MY CHILDREN

DID YOU SEE THAT?

We all know Crowley loves the Winchesters (and Castiel, but I believe Cassy is a Winchester this is just a clarification blah blah blah) and I think this is them slowly finding out.

He saved Castiel, something no one but the audience expected.

Cas has the guts (haha sorry) to tell everyone he loves them, when the others don’t. They are the reason he is him, and his dying wish is to tell them. That they are his family. That he is nothing without them. They are his everything.

This episode is showing us that everyone here is a family. Either by blood or not, they love each other in their own freaky ways. Demon, Angels, and the resurrected Winchesters. It shows that how different they may be, all of their flaws, that the love they share between each other makes up the family bond.

It doesn’t matter what Lucifer says to Crowley, the Winchesters do (kinda) love Crowley back. The King of Hell loves them with all his heart.

And the “lets go home” line is also comparing them as a family, especially how Dean says it. It is their home, where they live. Because they are a family.

Family doesn’t end in blood

But it doesn’t have to start there either.

And that’s not just for our show, it’s our family too. We are all bound together, we share pain and happiness. We are the SPN Family. We may fight like Crowley and Cas, but we love each other like siblings, like Sam and Dean. That we may annoy one another, we may say things we don’t mean, but we are Family.

No body can change that.

I remember it now...


I just finished my rewatch of Eureka seveN after few years since last time. And I am a crying mess right now.

I remembered what I forgot through all those years. I was reblogging E7 related stuff on this blog for a long time now, but I didn’t feel anything. I was just mindlessly doing it out of habit.

But now I remember. How I felt as a 12 year old boy, who stumbled upon this show by pure coincidence. Ever since then I was mesmerised by it. I couldn’t wait till next episode. Nine pm, everyday. I remember the time when episode 50 aired. How sad it was to see that my favorite show, my favorite characters, my favorite world was gone. It felt like leaving something behind. Something really important to me.

Back then I thought that if Renton’s 14, then I still have 2 years to become as cool as him. This memory is so vivid it feels like it was yesterday. When I was a child, I didn’t know where lies the limit of human imagination. Eureka seveN felt real to me. I wasn’t looking at this show as a cartoon made by people. For me it was a real world. It was an experience. A journey.

This anime taught me a lot of things, With every year I gained, I was learning different things from it. I’m still amazed that even after 8 years, I can see new things in this show. New things I can learn from. This show taught me about family. About friendship. About love. That not everything in life works out. That to get something, to make something real, I can’t wait for it to happen. I have to do it myself.

About 4 years ago I think I forgot why I even liked this show. I thought I remembered it well. Well, I was wrong. Without realizing it, I forgot why I am so attached to it. But while I forgot a lot of things, it let me feel like I was watching it for the first time. I felt like a kid again. It felt like definitive end for my childhood, even though I’m 20 years old already.

But I remember it now…

I finally remember why I fell in love with Eureka seveN in the first place.  

i L O V E getting discounted as a true athlete all the time!! because i break bones for this sport but i still am expected to walk on that stage and do a 2-minute set like it’s literally a walk down the runway, yet for years i had to watch cry baby cutler limp off the field if he hurt his finger in the first quarter. catch me walking off stage like my foot isn’t broken, choking down some advil in between rounds, and still putting a pageant smile on my face while i hit the floor so hard it shakes your core. dancers are badass as hell but we still have to look like artists while doing everything you can do but we do it better and you have the audacity to tell me i’m not an athlete and this isn’t a sport. fine. let me be so good, so flawless that it looks that easy. so easy that when i tell you to try it, you break more bones than me. kiss my swarovski covered ass.