and how grateful he is


The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

Day Ninety-Four

-A child told me that he loved his lanky polar bear. He then asked for his leggy man boy to not be put in a bag. He gushed to his father about how excited he was for his limping pollo loco. I am grateful to have been the one to bestow upon him his Lego Batman toy.

-A man came through with a camouflage bandana, a long-sleeved camouflage shirt, camouflage shorts, and pasty white calves. He is guaranteed to go unnoticed as long as he stays in knee-high coverage.

-I began my shift not in the happiest of moods. This all changed when a two year-old looked me in the eye and told me, “Myungh.” Children always know just what to say.

-Two three year-old twins took turns tooting on a toy trumpet together, absolutely tickled by how perfectly they could produce their one note.

-I watched on in fascination as a man in his fifties knocked over a sign at Starbucks and spent ten minutes attempting to place it upright again. He soon found his efforts to be in vain and instead attoted to slink away in what was ultimately the most noninconspicuous manner possible.

-A woman left in the middle of paying for her purchase to wait through the line at Starbucks and get a drink. I am beginning to understand how some may doubt my stories. I, too, cannot find any way to believe that this actually happened.

-A child ran towards me, shouting, “Daddy Two!” My plan is working flawlessly and my infiltration of his family has begun.

-A triad of men came through my line, looking like a hipster version of the Three Stooges, and living up to the reputation.

-A line of intimidating frat boys spent the duration of their time in my lane debating the best brands of “choccy milk” and their go-to shaking strategies.

Ok but this scene is actually SO FUNNY because Viktor just casually proposes in front of everyone??

because as symbolic as the rings are Yuuri doesn’t ask Viktor to marry him at the stairs outside the church?? It’s obvious that he knows what he’s doing because he specifically buys a pair of WEDDING RINGS, as shown on the receipt, but he never voices his wish to marry Viktor and instead talks about the Final and how he’s grateful for Viktor’s help, all while being incredibly flustered

And Viktor is obviously SHOOK at the start of this scene, because he knows it isn’t just all about performing well in the Final 

and then he softens out and reassures Yuuri that the feeling is mutual in a language they both speak well (aka skating) and go on their merry way


I can’t really figure out Yuuri’s reaction here to be honest because he’s visibly shocked by what Viktor is saying bUT LIKE HUNNY YOU JUST BOUGHT A PAIR OF WEDDING RINGS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

even so 

IT’S JUST SO FUNNY HOW THEY TREATED THIS ??? because while Yuuri is taken aback by what Viktor is saying he doesn’t DENY IT and then proceeds to wear the ring for the rest of the show without fault

THEY’RE SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS AND OBVIOUSLY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND I LOVE HOW THEY MADE YUURI GET THE RINGS !! because it gave Viktor a chance to casually reveal his desire to create a life with Yuuri (and we’ve seen before how Viktor likes to drop casual hints about what he wants from Yuuri) and it also plays into Yuuri’s quote “When I open up, he meets me where I am” while also showing that Yuuri is as equally invested in their relationship as Viktor AND IT’S SO IMPORTANT 

And although Viktor’s inner monologue talks about Yuuri’s actions being unexpected, Yuuri had actually most likely been planning this for hours at least, because we can clearly see that he’s looking for something earlier in the day, and Viktor’s line “It’s unusal for Yuuri to suggest sightseeing”, supports this, because even though Yuuri isn’t one to suggest these things he does now and IT’S JUST CLEAR WHY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GET RINGS FOR THEM AND IT’S SO PRECIOUS OF HIM


Yuuri opening up about what he feels for Viktor but being unable to say those specific words, and Viktor fills the gap for him. I love them so much they’re a perfect pair

Steve Aoki is the definition of how to treat fans right. I can’t count the amount of times people have called us crazy, obsessed, delusional, etc. Which in many cases resulted in hate. Which (for them) proved their point.

But Steve has been nothing but kind and respectful and understanding. He understand where we come from and that means a lot. And the result is amazing. Cause in return everyone loves and respects him. He didn’t come in with a preconceived idea about boybands and their fans. He was open and honest and respectful. The result is that everyone loves him. I am so grateful that Steve Aoki exists and I’m so grateful he has never judged us, but started embracing us from the start.

And the thing I’m most grateful for is how he has been an amazing friend to Louis. He literally canceled shows for Louis and that deserves a lot of respect.


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“Crowley!” You practically jump into the summoning circle, your hands closing behind his neck as you hug him and pull him down to you.  

Not sure who looked more surprised Sam and Dean or Crowley. Both of them scoff behind you, clearly annoyed at the situation while Crowley keeps looking confused, like you just tried to stab him.  

Honestly, you were just happy to see him and glad that he even came. He did not have to show up and you wouldn’t have blamed him. Sam and Dean weren’t really the grateful types. While you agreed that Crowley, no matter how cooperative he seemed, was always dangerous and not to take lightly he also wasn’t as bad as they made him out to be. He had helped you all quite a lot in the past, without getting a thank you.  

“Hey kitty.” Crowley says, his hand closing behind your back to return the hug.

He gives you a genuine smile before grinning at the two behind you.  

“We need your help.” Dean interrupts, already getting his knife ready.  

“Put that away.” You turn around and snap at him, “That is not how you ask someone for help and god knows we need it.”  

You all were at your wits end, Crowley being your last hope at solving this case. If he didn’t agree to help you, you were fucked and you wouldn’t let them ruin it just because they couldn’t accept asking a demon for assistance.

“I’ll talk to him.”  

“I’d very much appreciate that.” He smirks, putting his hand on your lower back to push you a bit in the direction he wants you, “Lets talk somewhere more private.”

Do you ever think Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s side and just stops and thinks he’s probably the most fortunate man in the world? Like he starts thinking about how surreal everything feels. He could look back in his life and remember himself having Victor in a pedestal, but now Victor’s no longer above him. No. Victor is sharing a bed with him. Yuuri could remember waking up when he was a teen and the first thing he’d see was Victor in the posters he had in his room. But now he wakes up and sees Victor sleeping on his side. Do you ever think Yuuri sometimes can’t help himself but think he’s still dreaming? So he stars touching Victor softly. His hair, his face, his hands. Hoping not to wake him up but trying to bring himself to believe that that is real and happening. So Yuuri starts thinking about how grateful he is for having Victor with him now. And how happy he is that now, he can finally return everything Victor has done for him, even before they met. All the inspiration and support. All the love. Do you ever think that in the middle of Yuuri’s thoughts Victor wakes up? So he carefully grabs Yuuri’s hand and kisses his knuckles, because he knows Yuuri and he can see what he’s thinking. So Victor smiles and says he can’t believe he’s so fortunate either. He says everything Yuuri was thinking. He says he’s so lucky to have Yuuri with him and so happy to think that they might spend the rest of their lives together. He says that he gets excited at the thought of them supporting each other. He says he can’t wait to be able to call Yuuri “husband”. He says he’s looking forward to loving Yuuri until they’re both old and even further. Do you ever think that after Victor marvelously says everything Yuuri was thinking, Yuuri leans to kiss him and hugs him tightly and goes back to sleep with Victor in his arms? But now Yuuri’s sure he’s the most fortunate man in the world.

His light (song-fic)

Summary: Lazy morning, Bucky thinking about the day he met you, he being a dreamy gentleman (Bucky saving you, I’m sure one of the most popular fantasies, but I can’t get enough), ugh basically so much fluff.

A/N: I got inspired by one of my favorite songs “Can’t Help Falling In Love”, so you can blame Elvis for this one, I felt like writing something sweet and romantic, this is the result of listening this song and watching the rain through the window. First time I do a songfic, I hope you like it, is almost Christmas people! (well not really but it feels like that to me), a big hug to everyone! :)  

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,099

Warnings: none

Y/N: Your name

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He couldn’t express in words how grateful he was for you, that he found you. Bucky never thought he deserved love, not after all the things he did, but here you were in his arms.

For Bucky you were without a doubt the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, you didn’t have superpowers, in fact, most of the time it seemed he was the one who kept you safe even from yourself (being a clumsy person, accidents were normal in your life). But you had a heart of gold and so much love to give, he never understood that, and until now is still a mystery, how someone so amazing like you could exist.

“Bucky…” your sleepy voice brought him back from his daze, he didn’t answered, instead just hug you tightly, holding you close to his chest and kissing the top of your head, with the rhythm of his heartbeat putting you back to sleep. This is how he wanted to spend the rest of his days, he was sure of that.

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last week everyone was talking about how there’s no way we can take away louis’ pain or help him feel better and although we obviously can’t make him forget what happened or replace anything in his life at the moment, we have helped him!!!! he’s so grateful and is STILL talking about how blown away he is by our support. we’ve raised THOUSANDS!!! of dollars for deserving charities and brought such an amazing song to the top 3 spots on itunes in numerous countries in a matter of hours and they’re STILL in their top spots. we’ve definitely brought some positivity into the lives of the T-D family, steve, and all the children the charities help. johannah is most definitely so grateful as she watches all of this 💝 I am proud of all of u (and louis) 🤗

Hotel Chelsea : 1960s Ashton One Shot

Inspired by Leonard Cohen’s song “Chelsea Hotel No. 2″. He was my brother’s favorite artist and this song is honestly just the best. If you haven’t heard it, I do suggest listening to it before reading this. 

Word Count: about 2.2k

[Year 1969]

Room 424. 

Like a second home to Ashton, but smaller, and hardly ever used for vacation. He doesn’t particularly like the place, it’s inner walls irreversibly associated with the routine business trips his father used to bore Ashton’s childhood with. He dreaded coming here, never having a choice in the matter, too often forced to leave his mother and siblings back in Ohio to spend months at a time with his father in Manhattan, to be shown the ropes of managing his predetermined future. He should be grateful, he reckons. How many other people can say that they’ve been treated to such a sure thing? Ashton was handed the all-desirable American Dream at a young age, served on a freshly polished silver platter. Maybe an abnormal childhood wasn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

Returning to the Hotel Chelsea became less of a headache after his father died. It happened sooner than expected, leaving Ashton responsible for one of the nation’s leading oil companies by his mid-twenties. After years of feeling powerless in his father’s shadows, he finally got to start calling the shots–making beneficial decisions that his superiors used to overlook, hiring more hands to take some of the workload off of himself, planning meetings to specifically accommodate his schedule… yes, he’s much happier this way, less spiteful of the hotel now that he can check in and out as he pleases. 

But he’d be lying if he said that was his only reason for maintaining his guest status. 

Ashton clenches his jaw before the feeling overwhelms him and gives him no choice but to exhale his held breath. His abdomens tighten with the release, his chest heaving dramatically as he begins to refill his lungs. Hallucinated stars flash under his closed eyelids, and he imagines that this is what it must be like for her when she’s on LSD. If it’s a similar experience then he might just be able to start understanding her obsession. 

The hair he frenziedly took hold of slips between his fingers as she removes herself from between his legs, wiping any escaped wetness from the edges of her mouth. The mattress shifts with the absence of her weight, and even though Ashton’s body hasn’t yet recovered from the numbing orgasm, he wishes she would’ve laid her head on his shoulder instead of wandering off toward the room’s open window for her hourly cigarette. 

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I posted a link earlier this month of a man in the hot seat and how he wrote a letter to Abraham thanking them for all the amazing things that had happened in his life. Things that hadn’t actually happened, but being grateful for them as if they had.

He explained how he would read this letter every day to put himself in a positive mind set and allow the Universe to show him all the wonderful things he wanted to see in his experience.

I LOVED this idea and did it immediately. I wrote my letter to the Universe on 11/3/16. Consequently that was one month to the date since I launched my web store. 

Above are 2 photos. The first one shows how much money I made in the first month and the second one shows how much money I’ve made from 11/3 until today 11/16.

I’ve made almost twice the amount of money in less than half the time by doing the process I described above.

If you’re reading this - you’re on track to change your life for the better. 

Go to my video tab and watch the video I’m talking about and then write the letter and follow the process.

You’ll be happy you did.

im just so thankful for Connor Kenway. I’m so thankful for the character we got and the character we didn’t get. I’m thankful he wasn’t a smooth talking ladies man. I’m thankful he wasn’t a racist stereotype. I’m thankful he wasn’t an angsty anti-hero. I’m thankful that there was inner turmoil over where he belonged because of his white father and native mother, but that it never turned into a pity party or took all the focus of the story. I’m thankful that he’s very unlike any male action hero I’ve ever come across. I thankful for his costume. I’m thankful for his desire to help, sometimes almost stumbling into situations because he just wanted to lend a hand. I’m grateful he never let people push him around. I’m thankful for his hair. I’m grateful for how deeply he loved his mother and that we got to see that her death wasn’t just glanced over - even though he was so young, we see it still affecting him well into his adult life. I’m grateful for his relationship with his father and how, despite Connor being such a selfless character, he messed up big time because of his selfish want to sway his father to the good cause. Im grateful for how well he fit into the community he created at Davenport. I’m thankful for his real name - Ratonhnhaké:ton, what a beautiful, musical word with such foreboding meaning. I’m thankful for the rocky an yet devoted teacher-student-father-son relationship he had with Achilles. I’m thankful that we got to see him as a kid. As a rebellious teenager. I’m thankful for his snark that was always there but never overdone or used unnecessarily or with cruel intention. I’m thankful that he was so humble and yet sometimes beyond cocky. I’m grateful that he took no shit from anyone. I’m thankful for his slightly awkward english because it wasn’t his first language. I’m thankful for the fact that he has extremely neat handwriting despite his big, warrior hands. I’m thankful for the fact that when he fights, it’s with such power and anger it’s almost ruthless. I’m thankful that, despite being a huge mountain of a man, he never seems threatening unless he knows you’re an enemy. I’m thankful that he was always respectful towards the women he knew, and treated them as equals.

I know Ubisoft has done next to nothing good for this character since his game was released, but I still want to say that I’m thankful that they created him to begin with. We aren’t getting a sequel, but we got a long, heartbreaking, beautiful game to being with. And I’m grateful.

Notice how Jace looked slightly cowed, but grateful and awed as he took the Adamas stone from Magnus with a small nod. Notice how Magnus looked a bit resentful, yet relieved and hopeful as he relinquished it to Jace. 

This was an important moment. Acknowledgement on both sides, of feelings, ties and bonds, But all of it put aside for the chance to save the one man who means the world to them both.

A letter to Terry Pratchett

alright, how to do this. Since i was 12 my favorite author has always been Terry Pratchett. His Tiffany Aching series shaped who i am today, and i hold his writing above all other writing. i always fantasized about meeting him and telling him how much his writing meant to me and how grateful i was. And then he died the day before my 17th birthday. and god, i wept. i completely broke down. it took me a while to recover, and even longer to find the words, but i wrote him this letter, and i thought i’d put it by the terry pratchett memorial next time i came to london (i live in denmark), but by the time i came the memorial had been painted over. and so this letter has been sitting in my documents folder for a long time, and i feel like that iis wrong. i need to put it out there somewhere in the world - even if its just for closure. i watched the BBC documentary ‘back in black’ recently and i got the idea to publish the letter here, so i may live to regret this but here it comes; my badly written, far too long letter to a man who will never read it:

Dear Sir Terry Pratchett,

I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter. As things are, you’ll never read it, and even if you could, I don’t know if I’d dare give it to you. Or if I’d even dare approach you. You see (and you’ll probably disagree/dislike me for this/get miffed about this), you rank frighteningly high on my list of natural forces, my hierarchy of deities. You probably wouldn’t like that, rather a rising ape than a fallen angel, but that is how it is. I believe in a god, but you are closer to him in my accounts than you will ever be to me. Maybe that’s wrong, don’t put your heroes on pedestals and whatnot, but I don’t think I can stop it now. It’s just how it is. So I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter, or if anyone will ever read it, but I think I needed to do it. Get out all the things I will never get a chance to tell you. Very human, isn’t it?

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