and we need to seize it

The 10 Commandments for a Good Life

1. I accept that I’m not perfect, and there’s no perfect time. Too many people are hanging around and waiting for the perfect opportunity – or the time when they are perfect and have all the skills they need. But life rewards effort; so get out there and work hard … and eventually you’ll find that you succeed and reach your goals .

2. I can’t please everyone no matter how hard I tr. No matter what you do or how hard you try there will always be someone who’s disgruntled or upset. So, don’t look for affirmation; just do what you think’s right.

3. I will participate in something I believe in. It doesn’t really matter what activity you choose, as long as it is something that ignites your passion … as this will bring fulfilment and true meaning to your life.

4. I will learn to prioritise and do what matters first. We all get distracted by what seems to be most urgent … or something that is fun and makes life less of a burden. But if you’re going to succeed you need to set priorities. Don’t allow what’s less important to distract you from your course.

5. I will be select when it comes to choosing friends. We’re influenced and shaped by the people we spend time with. Their impact is profound – even though this is subconscious. So be wise in who you choose to be your confidantes and friends. Surround yourself with people who inspire and motivate you.

6. I will be there for others, and will help them if I can. In life, we reap what we sow – and that’s a crucial principle. That means the more that you help others, the more they will help you.

7. I will choose to focus on the positives. Our thoughts affect our feelings and the ways that we behave. If you don’t expect success then it’s likely you will fail – in your work, relationships and life in general. So listen to your self talk … and straighten out your thinking … and start to focus on the positives!

8. I will true to myself. You can’t be happy living someone else’s life. You need to discover and develop your own authentic self. That’s when you’re truly beautiful, and life feels meaningful.

9. I will live in the present and enjoy the “now”. The past is gone and the future isn’t promised. Life is happening in this moment, so seize the day and enjoy “now”.

10. I will look for the good and be thankful for each day. Life is full of gifts, if we will only stop and notice. If we choose to be thankful, and treasure all life’s gifts, then we’ll find our lives are filled with joy and happiness – and the hurts and disappointments won’t weigh us down as much.

Why King Harkinian is the best King of Hyrule:

  • Cares more about peace than war: “This peace is what all true warriors strive for.” [1]
  • When Gwonam came to the King to tell how Ganon had seized Korradai his first instinct was: “How can we help?” Clearly a selfless man willing to help another Kingdom in need.[1]
  • When he thought that Duke Onkled was under attack from Ganon, he went straight to Gamelon to help him out - another selfless deed and willing to go all the way there just to help him out in the flesh [2]
  • He soothes Zelda’s fears, and makes a smart decision, by taking the Triforce of Courage to protect him  [2]
  • Another smart decision by suggesting Zelda to send Link if he isn’t heard from within a month [2] 
  • Clearly an assertive King as he is able to silence everyone with a simple “Enough”, it’s clear he has power but isn’t feared for it [2]
  • A simple man - still thinks about dinner so he must obviously be respected by his people as he could be considered a relatable ruler [2]
  • Clearly a formidable opponent in duels as Link claims Ganon would be “no match for the King”  [2]
  • Thanks Zelda for saving him - not condescending or unbelieving but genuinely thankful for his daughter saving his life [3]
  • Gives proper punishment for those who deserve it, doesn’t let Duke Onkled get out scot free [3]
  • Respected by his royal guards: he calls him “Your Majesty” and “My Liege”, and follows his orders once again showing that Harkinian has power [3]
  • Enjoys spending time with his daughter, holds her dear to him - doesn’t put a ton of pressure on her, and just enjoys her company (see the ending) [3]

Hey guys! Haven’t made a quotes masterpost in a while, so I created one for the composes! And I know it’s a different header format, but I wanted to try it out! As always, I hope you enjoy these quotes and find them inspirational, like I have.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

  • “I pay no attention whatever to anybody’s praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.”

Johannes Brahms

  • “Without craftsmanship, inspiration is a mere reed shaken in the wind.”

Virgil Thomson

  • “Let your mind alone, and see what happens.”
  • “I don’t go around regretting things that don’t happen.”
  • “Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time to figure out whether you like it or not.”

Franz Schubert

  • “Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.”
  • “The moment is supreme.”
  • “The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.”
  • “You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.”

Gustav Mahler

  • “It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.”
  • “Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.”
  • “A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.”
  • “It is easier to achieve a desired result in short pieces.”
  • “Never let oneself be guided by the opinion of one’s contemporaries. Continue steadfastly on one’s way.”
  • “The point is not to take the world’s opinion as a guiding star but to go one’s way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.”
  • “I don’t let myself get carried away by my own ideas - I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.”

Claude Debussy

  • “A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.”
  • “Works of art make rules; rules do not make works of art.”

John Cage

  • “We are involved in a life that passes understanding and our highest business is our daily life.”
  • “We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.”
  • “The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.”
  • “I can’t understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I’m frightened of the old ones.”
  • “There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.”
  • “We need not destroy the past. It is gone.”
  • “When we separate music from life we get art.”

Leonard Bernstein

  • “To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.”

Franz Liszt

  • “Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day.”
  • “Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.”

George Gershwin

  • “Life is a lot like jazz… it’s best when you improvise.”
  • “True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time.”
  • “I frequently hear music in the very heart of noise.”
  • “It is always possible to create something original.”

Ludwig van Beethoven

  • “I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.”
  • “What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.”
  • “This is the mark of a really admirable man: steadfastness in the face of trouble.”
  • “Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the divine.”
The signs according to things my roommate has said part II

Aries: My asshole’s shaved, LETS DO THIS

Taurus: anything can be a metaphor for dick if you try hard enough

Gemini: Did you hear about that Cardinal who exploded in st. Augustine?

Cancer: Step 1- Always take the Oxy
Step 2- Admit you’re a masochist

Leo: That’s it I need to put some perfume on this. My bed smells too much like clams.

Virgo: Diddily darn it’s an asshole, tune in next week for more adventures with Al Capone

Libra: What else are we gonna do with this toilet paper? Wipe our asses with it? Wait, that’s exactly what we can do with it.

Scorpio: I probably shouldn’t invoke the spirit of a dangerous psychopath.

Sagittarius: Your Dating Tips: start seizing on the first date letting him know exactly who you are, that you’re spontaneous, and down for a good time

Capricorn: Do I tell my dad how much I want to dance? .……… die. I meant die

Aquarius: It’s easier to roll a baby on a mountain compared to a swamp

Pisces: Did you get your nipples addressed?

Dead Poets Society for the Signs
  • Aries: "Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now tell me what you see."
  • Taurus: "This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls."
  • Gemini: "That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
  • Cancer: "Poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are the things we stay alive for."
  • Leo: "Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!"
  • Virgo: "Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die."
  • Libra: "We all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own."
  • Scorpio: "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion."
  • Sagittarius: "Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."
  • Capricorn: "I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way."
  • Aquarius: "No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."
  • Pisces: “But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”
My letter to Marvel today

sent to mheroes@marvel.com:

Dear Marvel,

I think somehow, at some point, someone in change there forgot the entire point of superheroes.

Superheroes give us hope. They teach us how to be human; how to be our best selves; how to be brave and how to stick up for others and for what is right. They teach us that there is reason to believe in others, and in the innate goodness of people who will step up and do good when we need it. 

We need them. And Captain America has always been the pinnacle of that heroism in marvel’s canon, going back to when two jewish men created him for the explicit purpose of fighting fascism and standing up for everything good, and for everything America had the capacity to stand for and represent, in the best version of itself. 

I remember first falling in love with Captain America as a character and a hero when I was an anxious, self-destructive teenager. Depressed and struggling, superheroes gave me hope and strength then. More than a decade later, they still do. Or they should…

Back then Steve Rogers was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. A man who I could love and respect and trust. Someone who would stand up and protect me, and others I cared for, even if only on the pages of a flimsy comic book. Steve Rogers was hope, and strength, and moral fortitude. 

And now, according to you, Steve Rogers is and always was a nazi.
Recently Marvel decided that diverse books weren’t profitable. This is bull. If Marvel is failing to profit from diverse books, it’s because the people like me who love diverse characters and wish to support these books struggle to reconcile that desire with the disgust we feel at putting money in the pockets of an editorial giant that thinks it’s “cool” and “edgy” to promote fascism for profit, and who put the short-term benefit of shock value over a 75 year legacy of a character that has deep meaning to millions. 

Yesterday, at the store, I paused while looking at a pair of Captain America sandals I’d meant to buy for my four-year-old nephew. He loves Cap, you see, almost as much as I do. But if Marvel is doubling down on the idea that Cap is a fascist nazi-supporter, then how can I in good conscience deck him out in that symbolism? 

What’s next – Tony Stark, in a “gritty twist”, turns out to be a serial rapist? That will be great to explain to every child in a plastic iron man mask come halloween. 

Maybe this will be retconned or resolved in a year or two. But the stain is there. You took something good and pure and constant, and perverted it for the sake of an event no one wanted, because we’re all burned out on the constant events and gimmicky world-wide crossover plots that get in the way of actual interesting stories. 

I know this letter will probably be ignored and that no one will ever read it through. I know because you’ve already received a boatload of angry correspondence on this topic, and have made it clear that you don’t care; it’s obvious, when Ike Perlmutter supports fascist-populist rhetoric and Nick Spencer defends Nazis on twitter, and you insist on doubling down on this insulting, stomach-churning plotline. 

But I’m writing it anyway, because it’s the one means I have (besides cancelling my subscriptions and no longer giving you my money) of standing up and speaking out. And those are the values that the real Steve Rogers taught me:

You always stand up.

And maybe, just maybe, someone at Marvel will remember that. Will remember why people love superheroes; why we need them, and need their goodness. Why in a climate of hate and fear, where fascist nationalist groups are seizing more and more political power across the western world, we need someone who will punch Hitler on the jaw instead of giving a heil salute to “Hail Hydra.”

Please, remember.


         - Someone once saved by Captain America.


#SayNoToHydraCap

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!

[Well not anymore since we’re approaching 200 somehow, but you get the drill.
Anyways, thanks for 100 followers! Here’s some Paladin centric HCs for you guys!]

★ Keith convinced Pidge to try on Allura’s crown while she wasn’t paying attention

  • It got stuck on her head and they panicked and tried to cut it off with Keith’s sword

★ The “””Bonding Moment””” is a meme forever engrained in paladin history

★ Pidge voice: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a lion should be able to fly

  • Lance, sliding across a table towards Keith: So, ya like jazz?

★ Everyone has seen high school musical so whenever they form Voltron, they scream the chant

★ Lance convinced everyone to do facemasks as a bonding exercise

★ Alteans never grow hair anywhere besides their head and face

  • Lance remembered all the time he’s spent shaving and cried

★ It’s an ongoing joke to lean towards Keith at random times to see if he’s turning purple yet

★ Shiro found a space Sephora in another space mall and broke down in tears while Keith just patted his back awkwardly

  • “Listen, I know it’s been a while, but people are staring. Shiro, get up, you’re the black paladin omg”

★ It’s a regular thing for Hunk to just carry another paladin around

Hunk voice: It’s a castle, it’s a ship, it’s a castle ship!

★ Pidge, Coran and Hunk upgraded the Gladiators to be more challenging and unpredictable, but in the end almost ended up killing everyone

  • Allura and Lance ended up taking them out

★ They all changed outfits once out of boredom

★ Shiro found a group chat setting in the lions, and just sent a shit ton of lenny faces

★ Shiro knows for a fact that Keith has been pining over Lance since before all this Voltron Nonsense, and proceeds to be the annoying brother Keith wished he never had

  • Shiro, thirsty for gossip and enjoys making his brother suffer: So what’d say to him once you saw him for the first time since the Garrison
  • Keith, already planning ways he can kill himself: I pretended i didn’t know him
  • Shiro, spitting out his nunvil: yoU DID W H A T

★ Coran’s mustache got cut off once, and everyone was horrified.

  • It??? Grew back in a day though????

★ Pidge climbs onto the nearest person when she gets scared

Lance voice: We are Voltron bum ba dum bum bum bum bum

★ Coran is the one to insist he doesn’t have a favorite, but everyone knows it’s Lance

★ The paladins tried to find out if Shiro wore eyeliner or not

  • They camped out in the rafters, courtesy of Pidge, with motion detectors in Shiro’s room and cameras in every bathroom
  • They didn’t get their answer, and Keith fell out the rafters

★ Hunk: Gee, it sure seems like updog in here

  • Lance: Hunk no
  • Coran: What??
  • Hunk: Y’now updog
  • Allura: What??? Is updog???
  • Hunk is too busy screaming to answer, and Lance is done

★ Kaltnecker is still around and scares the crap out of the paladins

  • Lance, jumping five feet into the air: hOLY COW
  • Hunk, Pidge and Keith: ( ° ʖ °)
  • Lance: NO

★ Everyone has a group chat where the scream about Klance

★ Coran and Shiro scream the most since Keith and Lance respectively go to them more often

★ They quietly whisper right hand man whenever Allura shows up in her battlesuit

★ Alteans can glow and nobody finds out until the castle has a blackout and the paladins are shook

  • Lance: i toLD YOU GUYS THIS CASTLE WAS HAUNTED
  • Coran: Worry not paladins! We’ve got the situation under control
  • **Allura and Coran begin glowing**
  • Pidge, quietly underneath her breath: yo wtf

★ The paladins find out they can have elemental powers and proceed to freak the fuck out

  • Lance: WHAT IF KEITH LIGHTS ME ON F I R E
  • Keith: WHAT IF YOU DROWN US
  • Pidge: I am the Lorax i speak for the trees
  • Hunk: I can be friends with the Balmera!
  • Shiro: I can finally fly away from all my problems

★ They all unlock them in different ways

  • Keithy-boi accidentally lights his pillow on fire because he was thinking about Lance
  • Somebody makes the mistake of pissing off Hunk and a rock goes flying towards them
  • Shiro was finally chilling until Lance started screaming that he was floating
  • Pidge got really frustrated about an invention while they were on another planet and a bunch of trees surrounded her
  • Last but not least, Lance got super homesick at one point and all the sudden all the waters on the planet started rising

Allura, sitting at a table, eyebrows pinched in thought: What the quiznak is a peanut?

Paladins, pouring nunvil into tiny cups: SHOTS SHOTS SHOT SHOTS

★ Hunk has blackmail on everyone, but will only use it if he deems it completely necessary

★ Nobody ever lets Pidge curse and she is Tired™

★ On several occasions have the Green and Yellow lion had to save their paladins from doing something stupid in the name of science

★ Everyone tried to make lightsabers

  • They were in space so why not??
  • They cut off Coran’s mustache again

★ They went to a planet and drank something?? They next thing they knew is that they were in the castle, Hunk suddenly had longer hair, Pidge’s glasses were gone and that Keith and Lance had strangely similar rings

★ Lance made everyone matching letterman jackets

  • Coran and Shiro teared up

★ Pidge and Hunk made Lance a camera and he screamed

★ Existential crises become a normal thing

  • Shiro, suddenly pausing his training: We’re just fucking power rangers
  • Hunk, dropping Pidge who he was carrying: Oh my god—to Allura and Coran we are the aliens
  • Keith, stopping in the middle of an argument: My entire life, i wondered if aliens were real while i was an alien

★ Everyone assumes its Hunk who doesn’t curse, but it’s actually Lance

★ “How many episodes of Steven Universe have we missed oh my god”

Allura, who just found this out about balloons from Shiro: Ah, Pidge! how exactly does one get square balloons?

  • Pidge, finally seizing her chance: You blow square breaths
  • Allura, holding one finger up: (ό‿ὸ)ノ w h a t

★ Hunk remembered they disappeared before he got to see Moana and just laid down on the floor for several hours

  • Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is basically his dad meaning Hunk missed his dad’s disney movie.

★ They accidentally stole a Yupper that was owned by Prince Lotor

Shortly after forming Voltron: What in formation?

★ Hunk has made a mental note of how many times he’s been right about people not being trustworthy

  • It’s 157

Shiro at one point: jeez we need an adult

  • Shiro, this time horrified: wait i am the adult

★ “It’s not gay if it’s in space.” “Actually the moon is a lesbian, so it is gay. check and mate, Lance.”

Pidge, aggressively: kISS KISS FALL IN SPACE YOU LOSERS

★ They programmed the castle to play the wii music, and Shiro nearly went on a rampage

★ Lance actually ended up knitting all the arusians sweaters

★ “We are beauty, we are grace, we are just gays lost in space” “Shiro liKES MEMES?”

★ Aliens are lowkey terrified of humans now

  • “The black paladin got his arm ripped off and managed to escape the galra? Count me out

★ “Wait, Voltron is just five lions stacked on top of each other omg this is wild”

★ The castle is actually haunted somewhat

  • Nobody knows by who, but they know weird shit is always going on

★ “Who you gonna call?” “VOLTRON”

★ They’re so confused on why Allura and Coran have british accents

  • We’re in space???this makes no sense????

★ Hunk tells Coran he’s helping him cook but really he’s making sure everything is safe for human consumption

★ Lance broke his arm once and Allura passed out

★ Lance and Hunk are the only ones with normal sleeping schedules

  • Coran is always awake?? Nobody knows if he actually goes to sleep, they’re afraid for him

★ Coran taught Pidge every way through the vents and she now uses it to her advantage

★ Hunk is always getting marriage proposals from aliens

★ Pidge has almost been adopted on several occasions

★ They start a service that kinda works like fan mail and are surprised by how many kids want to be them

  • “Why do all these kids want to be dead inside???”

★ The tag yourself meme becomes a usual thing

  • “Tag urself, im that king that keith accidently set on fire”
  • “I’m Shiro screaming hysterically”
  • “I’m that guy who just doesn’t give any shits”

★ Allura is forever deemed Space Beyoncé

★ Coran has a special cup to protect his mustache from getting tea in it

Lance, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat: Does liking Keith make me a furry?

★ Voltron malfunctioned somehow and threw them all onto the planet they were saving and no one has recovered

  • “I WANT A FUCKING REFUND, THIS MAGIC CAT MAN THREW ME OUT BITCH”
  • Voltron somehow beat it on it’s own???
  • Everyone is salty bc it did a better job than they ever did

★ “It’s okay if you’re a furry and a texan, we still love you.” “i alREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR BROTHER BUT NOW T H I S”

★ Slav hangs around and drags everyone into the Multiverse theory

★ “gO GO POWER RANGERS” **bad sound effects**

★ They argue over what sound the particle barrier makes

  • “Guys, no. it makes that sound when you hear a window opening, y’know?”
  • “No, Lance, it’s more like the sound you hear when you’re on a swing”
  • “Both of you are wrong, it makes that sound you hear when you drop out of the sky”
  • “WE ARE STILL FIGHTING THE GALRA. But it actually makes a noise kinda like Shwooop.”

★ “How are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals??”

  • “Hire Voltron”
  • “Everyone started hiring Voltron”
  • “Rich important people hired Voltron. Poor people who could not afford to hire Voltron did not hire Voltron”

★ **The Galra start attacking the ship** “Knock knock, it’s the Galra. With huge ships. With guns. Gunships.”

★ Shiro voice: Think about it, everyday we get one day closer to getting nachos

  • Hunk voice: that’s actually really nice
  • Pidge voice: what if i die tomorrow and don’t get nachos?
  • Keith voice: then tomorrow is nacho lucky day
  • Lance voice: nO

★ Lance is always the last to find things out without fail

★ Once something was inside the castle that basically put people into a coma when the went to sleep, so everyone had to stay up for at least 2 weeks straight

  • Keith was so sleep deprived that he told Lance bad space pick-up lines for two hours while they cuddled
  • THEY WEREN’T DATING YET

★ They have a board that reads “The last time we did something gay”

  • The longest they’ve gone is 4 days

★ Everyone always forgets what number they are

  • Coran: Come on, number 3, I have something to show you!
  • The Paladins:  **Caveman spongebob meme**

★ “hEY NOW, YOU’RE IN VOLTRON, GET YOUR LION, GET REKT”

★ They have Bonding Sessions where they talk about their families and what they hope they’re doing

★ Everyone thinks it’s Keith or Pidge who talk about punching Iverson, but nope, it’s Hunk

  • He told everyone that Matt, Professor Holt and Shiro were dead and is probably telling his family the same thing
  • He’s not letting that shit slide

★ They visit Balmera regularly so Hunk can see his rock girlfriend

  • BALLmera is life amirite?”

★ Everyone has so many questions over Allura’s hair

  • “Is her hair made out of clouds, or am i dreaming?”
  • “How did she get all of that into a bun? i can barely put my hair into a ponytail wtf”

★ “I’m paladin” “I hate this fucking family”

★ No one can count how many times they’ve seen Keith staring at Lance while he wasn’t looking

Coran, obviously frustrated shortly after Pidge goes missing at some point: HOW DO YOU LOSE A WOMAN?

  • Hunk, quietly, but with a lot of feeling: You forget to cherish her

wanderedinwinter  asked:

Hello! Do you know when the official release date of The Silver Mask is? There are a lot of conflicting rumors, so I was wondering if you could clarify? Thank you! <3

October 10! Silver Mask really kicked our butts in that it’s a book with a lot going on for Call both magically and emotionally. We need a a little extra time so the book was pushed back about a month and a bit. Amazon should update with the correct release date soon.

Snippet:

“I’ll kill you —“ There were tears on Call’s face as he flung himself at Alex. “I’ll kill you —“

“Stop him,” said Alex lazily, and seconds later, Call felt himself seized by a dozen Chaos-ridden, their grips like iron.

Alex’s eyes danced. “I made these, Makar,” he said, gesturing toward the Chaos-ridden in the clearing. “I am their creator, not you, not Constantine. They belong to me. They’re obedient to me.”

  • leftists: we demand a higher minimum wage so that some of the burden of poverty can be lifted from the shoulders of the working class
  • libertarian capitalist nerd: lol look forward to machines replacing your jobs then
  • leftists: rad bro, we just wanted a higher minimum wage but we ended up with machines replacing menial jobs and fully-automated socialism that can reduce the work week and actively meet human needs
  • libertarian capitalist nerd: hey wh--
  • leftists: *start seizing the means of production*
  • libertarian capitalist nerd: hey wait stop no
  • leftists: *continue seizing the means of production*
  • libertarian capitalist nerd: what have i done
Sharp. [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: Hey! Could you do a Bucky X reader where the reader has wolverine powers? The reader is a new recruit and no one knows about her powers until she saves Bucky out on the field and when they come back she shuts down and won’t speak until Bucky kisses her? The rest is up to you P.S love your writing ❤️

Warnings: angst? don’t know.

a/n: DECLAN DON’T READ THIS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING.
I got way too stressed out over this fic and I don’t know why.


When Nick Fury personally escorted you into the tower, Bucky was the only one who was present. It was still one of his first few months there, and so the team were not authorized to not take him on missions as yet.

Quiet, reserved, non-approachable. All the adjectives that could describe him when he had first entered the Avengers Tower, and probably still could be described as. 

So when he noticed himself in your fidgeting fingers and downcast eyes, he took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t as astray as he was. He’d be your best friend and he’d do the same as Bruce had done for him- made him feel accepted.

He figured that maybe you both could be friends, that maybe you’ll learn the ways of the Avengers together. Maybe you’ll grow together in the tower, and make sure the other was safe. And so as he approached you with a kind smile and warm eyes, Nick was a little taken aback, but he soon realised that he knew what kind of a spirit Bucky was.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

As your eyes looked up at his, he was positive he felt his world cease. Because you had the most stunning eyes he had most probably ever seen.

Uhh-” He scurried to collect his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. “-umm.

And when you gave him a tiny wisp of a smile he felt like his heart would bolt out of his chest because damn it, if it wasn’t the most uplifting things he had seen in a while.

And that just laid the foundations of what cemented your friendship. The myriad of small things you both would do for each other, owing to the fact that to the both of you, the other undoubtedly one of the best people they knew. 

Sometimes you’d bring him his laundry and sometimes he’d pass you the remote to watch whatever you pleased when you sat down next to him on the couch. Sometimes you’d help him with making breakfast for the others and sometimes he’d buy your favourite kind of cookies without being asked to. Sometimes you’d just sit there in silence with him and sometimes he’d do nothing too, just occasionally look at you to find you staring ahead peacefully and that’d be enough for him.

After a few more months of strenuous training with the rest of the Avengers, it just occurred to him that he was still clueless as to why you were asked to join the team.

He knew of your healing properties, but he suspected that that wasn’t all. He’d ask Steve, but Steve would just reply with the tenuous shake of his head and a ‘You’ll see it later’. 

And so when the time did come, neither of you were braced for it. 

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“…If you don’t like something, change it. If you don’t like your job, quit. If you don’t have enough time, stop watching tv. If you are looking for the love of your life, stop. They will be waiting for you when you start doing the things you love. Stop over analyzing, life is simple. All emotions are beautiful. When you eat, appreciate every last bite. Open you mind, arms and heart to new things and people, we are united in our differences. Ask the next person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring dream with them. Travel often, getting lost will help you find yourself. Some opportunities only come once, seize them. Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them so go out and start creating. Life is short. Live your dream and share your passion." 

I’ve been inspired by The Holstee Manifesto for many years and I have a poster of it on my wall to remind me whenever I need it. What’s your favorite line from The Holstee Manifesto?

Love Letters And Scribbles of Hope

Soulmate AU in which soulmates can communicate by writing things on their skin

Newt Scamander x Reader

Warnings: none 

Prelude -Love Letters and Scribbles of Hope- Uncommon-Leta

Originally posted by elenarinya

Throughout the entirety of your life, you’d never met someone quite like your soulmate.

You didn’t know his name, nor could he tell it to you. For some reason, that wasn’t allowed. 

It was things like this that made you often wish you were a No-Maj. They didn’t have to experience the painfully annoying process of finding a soulmate. 

Your soulmate, whom you often referred to as “N.S” (his initials), is perhaps the most sweet people on the Earth. 

He enjoyed to read, did his best to avoid crowds, and studied profusely the creatures of the Wizarding world. Incredibly smart and kind, you wanted nothing more than to meet him immediately. One drawback of the incredibly odd part of the Soulmate Charm was the fact you, nor him, could ask any questions that could be used to find his location. 

It didn’t stop you from figuring it out, though; he was from Britain, something clear by the way he spelt certain words. That was half away around the world, wasn’t it? 

You didn’t know. You didn’t want to know, really, because that made it feel all the more impossible to find him. 

Nonetheless, you talked with each other constantly. There were never any huge fights you had had besides the one where you found out he had a crush on a girl with the initials of “L.L.” 

You ignored him for about a week before apologizing. 

Some of the toughest times for him included L.L and his expulsion from his school. He drifted from you after that, not talking to you as often as before. 

You supposed there wasn’t much to be done in that sense. 


You graduated from Illvermorny in 1920 at the bright age of eighteen. Your elder sisters, Tina and Queenie, had picked you up from the train station with bright grins and loud laughs. 

The entire way home, Queenie went on and on about how happy she was you were going to be living in the new apartment. You hadn’t been back home such a long time and Queenie assured you it was “absolutely comfy as can be.”

You took her word for it. 


N.S congratulated you on your graduation, saying he wished he could send you a present or give you a kiss at the very least. 

You simply blushed at that and replied with “Oh, hush, it’s fine.”

That night, you unpacked in your bedroom. It felt odd, knowing that once this summer ended you wouldn’t be going back. In a way it was exciting and comforting; living in the Big City at eighteen years old. 


“So,” Tina sang as Queenie set a cake down in front of you. “Make a wish, buttercup!” 

You closed your eyes, biting your lip in thought. “Queenie, no peeking,” you reminded her. 

You blew out the candles and your sisters clapped. 

And now, you thought, I wait for my N.S to come.


December 8th, 1926

N.S. I hope you are feeling a bit better. Safe travels.

The message faded away instantly, telling you he saw it on the palm of his hand. It hurt when he didn’t reply. 

“It’s okay, hun,” Queenie said soothingly. “He’s probably just busy, what with goin’ out overseas and all!” You sighed but nodded. “I suppose,” you said, though you weren’t sure. 

Tina sent you a sympathetic gaze. “It’s going to be okay, [Y/n]. At least you have a soulmate.” 

You frowned. “You guys might have soulmates, you know. Maybe they’re a No-Maj or somethin’.”

Tina raised her eyebrows. “You know that law strictly prohibits No-Maj and Wizard relationships.”

“But, Tina, even if they’re a soulmate?” you emphasised. “Look at the President. Her soulmate was a No-Maj.”

“Yes, but they didn’t get married,” she argued. “They also didn’t have any relationship after that because it’s the law.”

You huffed, standing up with your hands on the table. “Alright, you win for today, but only because I’m too tired to argue with you.” 


December 15th, 1926

I’ve arrived safe and sound. 

These were the only words you had heard from N.S since he told you he was going on an adventure of some sort. 

You had no time to reply when a fresh stack of paper-work got plopped on your desk. You glared at the man, Henry, who walked off with a smug smile. 

That man enjoyed ruining everyone’s day, you knew it. 

Without really thinking, you signed off on every page that needed signature, sorting them into piles. 

“Hello, doll,” a voice sang. You peered overtop the stack of pages, only to roll your eyes. 

“What do you want, Stevie?” you sighed, gearing up your typewriter. “How’s your N.S doin’?” he asked with a cunning grin. 

“He’s doin’ just fine,” you replied with a bittersweet smile. Honestly, that could have been a lie for all you know, seeing as N.S wouldn’t talk to you.

 “Aw, honey, just come get dinner with me, just once!” You stood up, collecting the first layer of papers. “Don’t call me ‘Honey’,” you responded, brushing past him. “I will get a date with you, [Y/n]!” he called after you. 

You only groaned as you stepped into the elevator. “Wand registration, please,” you asked the operator with a polite smile. As you waited, you peeked at the palm of your hand. 

No response. 

The operator noticed your disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he assured you when the elevator came to a stop. “My wife never replies to me.”

You laughed and thanked him before stepping out. “Tina!” you sigh, slowly walking about. “I have those applications you asked for, although the one for the foreigner is blank because I couldn’t get a name.” You strolled around the corner only to see her desk empty. You frowned, going over and finding a note left for either you or Queenie. 

Out. It was urgent. See you at home

-Tina G.

You shrugged and set the stack of applications down on her desk. 


You checked out of work a little while later. The weather was frigid and cold. 

You walked home, forcing your hands to stay inside your coat pockets; you couldn’t let yourself become attached to a man you didn’t even know. 

“Queenie,” you called, walking through the doors of your home, “I’m home.”

Queenie ran to you immediately and grasped your hands. “Go do up your hair!” she whisper-yelled. “Why?” you replied in the same tone. 

“We have visitors! And one of them is your soulmate!” she squealed happily. 

Your eyes went wide. “Queenie, stop yankin’ me,” you say with a wobbly voice. “I’m not! I swear on my life, I’m not, honey-pie,” Queenie said, putting her hands on your cheeks. “I read his mind!”

“Queenie,” you said warningly. “Oh, I know, I know,” she said, pulling away. “I know what you’re going to say but I just couldn’t help it. He feels so bad for ignorin’ you, actually.”

You went rigid. Maybe it was him. 

“What’s his name?” you demand first. 

“One Newt Scamander. He has a cute friend, too.”

“I don’t care about the friend, Queenie. What is his soulmate’s initials.”

“[1st initial] G. I’m assuming the G is for Goldstein and the [1st initial] is for [Y/n],” she sang. You glared at your sister before ripping your coat off and hanging it up. “Whoever that man is, I can promise you it won’t be my N.S. Loads of people have his initials and my initials, that isn’t a valid reason to assume something.”

“B-but honey-pie, he’s a Brit!” Queenie said desperately, grasping your wrist as you walked away. “[Y/n], I know. I know. That’s your soulmate just there, sitting at our dining table. You have got to trust me.”

You stare at Queenie questionably, examining her. “Fine. I believe you.”

She went to clap her hands together. 

“But! I look like complete trash. The wind ruined my hair and I wasn’t exactly expecting to meet anyone so I didn’t wear a nice outfit. How long are they going to be here?”

“All night, I suspect.”

“Fine. I’ll…I’ll talk to them later. Don’t say anything about me to him!” you added, pointing a finger at her. “I won’t, I promise I won’t say anything about you again…”

“’Again’?!” 

“Shush!” Queenie exclaimed. “Tina is still in their with them and she doesn’t like when we yell.” 

“Oh, please, she isn’t queen of the world,” you grumbled as you trudged up the staircase. “Ah,” you heard Queenie sigh, “what a fine job that oughta be.” 


You paced your bedroom, staring at the quill and bottle of ink that sat on your vanity. 

With a short curse, you sat down and seized the quill in hand. 

reply, please. it’s an emergency you scribble down on your palm. 


Newt turned his hand over and looked around at the others in the table, frantic. “I need a pen!” he exclaimed, cutting off the rather awkward dinner conversation. “Hurry up, I need a pen!”

Tina, startled by his outburst, stands. “Alright, just calm down, I’ll be right back.”

Queenie gives him a knowing wink from over the brim of her teacup. 

Tina strolled back in and set down a fountain pen for him to use. 

They all watch as he begins to scribble on his hand. “Stop watching,” he said sheepishly, sliding down in his seat to hide his message. 

“Er…what’s going on?” Jacob asks quietly. “He’s talkin’ to his sweetheart,” Queenie says with a dreamy smile. 

“Oh, alright,” he says as though he understands. What the hell? 


I’m here

You stare at your hand and sigh. He replied. 

My sister is telling me you’re in my dining room you write.

I’m in a dining room…what does your sister happen to look like? 

Cute blonde you reply.

I see a blonde

You roll your eyes at his answers. Now ISN’T the time 

Alright, fine

What does that mean?

You wait patiently for a reply, chewing on your lower lip. The ink fades and no reply comes. 

Please don’t ignore me

Once again, the ink fades and he doesn’t reply. 

You stand up and angrily run a hand through your hair. 

“What does that mean?!” you shout to no one, wishing you could just hear what he had to say.

“It means that I’ve finally found you,” a gentle voice says. It’s his.

You’ve never felt happier.

Hey guys! I made another quotes masterpost for more scientists! There were a lot I left out on the first masterpost so I compiled them all and put them here for your enjoyment! I hope you find them inspirational like I have.

Alan Turing

  • ”We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.”

W. Edwards Deming

  • “I am forever learning and changing.”
  • “Whenever there is fear, you will get wrong figures.”
  • “It is not enough to do your best; you must know what to do, and then do your best.”
  • “All anyone asks for is a chance to work with pride.”
  • “If you can’t describe what you are doing as a process, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Orlando Aloysius Battista

  • “An error doesn’t become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.”

William Osler

  • “We are here to add what we can to life, not to get what we can from life.”
  • “The best preparation for tomorrow is to do today’s work superbly well.”
  • “To have striven, to have made the effort, to have been true to certain ideals - this alone is worth the struggle.”
  • “The value of experience is not in seeing much, but in seeing wisely.”
  • “Observe, record, tabulate, communicate. Use your five senses. Learn to see, learn to hear, learn to feel, learn to smell, and know that by practice alone you can become expert.”

James D. Watson

  • “Our goal should be to understand our differences.”

E. O. Wilson

  • “Change will come slowly, across generations, because old beliefs die hard even when demonstrably false.”
  • “There is no better high than discovery.”
  • “You are capable of more than you know. Choose a goal that seems right for you and strive to be the best, however hard the path. Aim high. Behave honorably. Prepare to be alone at times, and to endure failure. Persist! The world needs all you can give.”

Ashley Montagu

  • “The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.”

Hans Selye

  • “Adopting the right attitude can convert a negative stress into a positive one.”
  • “If you want to live a long life, focus on making contributions.”

Margaret Mead

  • “I was wise enough to never grow up while fooling most people into believing I had.”
  • “What people say, what people do, and what they say they do are entirely different things.”
  • “I learned the value of hard work by working hard.”
  • “Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.”
  • “Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.”

Isaac Asimov

  • “I don’t expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.”
  • “The true delight is in the finding out rather than in the knowing.”
  • “Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know - and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use it to destroy ourselves? Even if that is so, knowledge remains better than ignorance.”
  • “And above all things, never think that you’re not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you at your own reckoning.”
  • “No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.”
  • “Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.”
  • “Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what’s right.”

Paracelsus

  • “Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.”
  • “Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.”

Alexander Fleming

  • “One sometimes finds what one is not looking for.”

Benjamin Spock

  • “Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.”
  • “Trust yourself, you know more than you think you do.”

Alfred Nobel

  • “Contentment is the only real wealth.”
  • “If I have a thousand ideas and only one turns out to be good, I am satisfied.”

Thomas Huxley

  • “Learn what is true in order to do what is right.”
  • “Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.”
  • “The most considerable difference I note among men is not in their readiness to fall into error, but in their readiness to acknowledge these inevitable lapses.”
  • “There is the greatest practical benefit in making a few failures early in life.”
  • “It is not who is right, but what is right, that is of importance.”
  • “The world is neither wise nor just, but it makes up for all its folly and injustice by being damnably sentimental.”
  • “Make up your mind to act decidedly and take the consequences. No good is ever done in this world by hesitation.”
  • “Surely there is a time to submit to guidance and a time to take one’s own way at all hazards.”
  • “The only freedom I care about is the freedom to do right; the freedom to do wrong I am ready to part with on the cheapest terms to anyone who will take it of me.”
  • “The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, to add something to the extent and the solidity of our possessions.”

J/C Fic - 

Set right at the close of this scene in S02E12

Personal Disclaimer: If you want to follow me after reading this, know that I am a shipper, and proud to be here. The only time I jump ship, is for a quick skinny dip into the warm waters. I mostly write S/C - very smutty - fic, which can be found: 

http://archiveofourown.org/users/WanderingSummerBreeze


To Grieve for that Which Has Yet to be Lost


“Remind me not to get on your bad side, Sassenach.”

I sighed heavily, the weight of our world consuming me, “You be careful.”

He kissed me then, his lips, warm and cracked from the wind, lingered longer than he intended. I felt the pain and anger, the hurt and fear, all melt into Jamie’s palm as he held my face, his smile against my lips, warming my tired and achy body.  I felt my arms float up, to wrap around his neck, my feet, high on their toes, pulled him in close. Jamie made a soft sound, low in his throat. A mix of apprehensive, with so much going on, but a desire to seize the moment. This one glimmer of a second we had to ourselves. To feel like husband and wife. Man, and woman.

Thought gave way to desire, and desire succumbed to need, falling to its knees in submission. Jamie lifted me to the table in the centre of the room. My legs, too heavy and thick from my clothes to circle his thighs, simply dangled above the wooden floor, as he ushered us over. He rested me atop the table, our lips never parting. I struggled to remove his clothes, desperate for his skin on mine. With the weather, all the men around us, and this bloody war, the moments we had, were always stolen. Never given to us freely, but pulled out from under the noses of those in the night, like thieves. When the pressure got too intense to ignore, he would pull me aside, ducking into the forest, or roll over top me in our barely hidden tent. His time inside my body, my body yielding to his, were so rushed and exposed that our minds had little time to catch up to our actions, only acknowledging the passionate kiss, or hard thrust hitting my cervix and stifled cry of pleasure, when it had long since been over.

But now, I didn’t care if the whole damn British army knocked down our door. Whether they stood and watched, or ran us through. My only hope in that case, was that if their sword penetrated Jamie’s back, to pierce his heart, the sword was long enough to strike me through as well. I lived for him, and he for me, and I bloody well planned on taking that trip to heaven or hell, right alongside him.

Our lips divided as I struggled to unknot his neck kerchief. His fingers aided me, our joint efforts fruitful as we flung the small piece of fabric aside. I felt Jamie’s lips touch my neck, sucking and biting, the craving for flesh, instinctive, deep in the marrow of our bones. We shed him of his clothes, the sound of weapons hitting the ground as his kilt fell to the floor.

The moment naked skin exposed itself to the dampness of the room, lips were quick to burn away the chill. My butting body shook the table, the complaints against the wooden floor, drowned in our passionate cries and grunting possession.

I wanted to fall from the table. I wanted to kneel at his feet and worship his manhood, as it stood proud, raised high from his groin, but Jamie stopped me. He pushed me back against the table, my body lying flat, as he shimmied the last of my skirts out from under my bum. He quickly grabbed my arms, hauling me forward, and pulling my shift above my head.

We were free.

Jamie grabbed my behind, his knuckles scraping the wood. I could see his face wince in pain, before he took my lips in his, and pulled me up against him, his cock finding home. Gasps of pleasure parted our lips as we stilled. I cried, out of anger, out of fear and pleasure, and out of a love for the man that belonged nowhere but in my arms and in my body. I rocked forward, urging him deeper, but pulled my head back to watch the emotions play across his face. He felt everything I did. Felt it as deep in his soul as I did mine.

I placed each hand on his cheeks, his eyes opening slowly, fixing on me as he made love to my body.

Jamie wiped my tears, “Please, dinna cry. I canna bear it.”

“I’m not sad, Jamie. Just stay in my arms forever, and I will never be sad.”

He smiled, but his eyes betrayed him. They weakened, and I could see the guards rise up from their restful sleep, holding the tears at bay. “Ah, mo nighean donn, even if you’re no with me, I always feel yer arms around my body.”

He continued his slow movement, sheathing himself with my body.

“If, in my final moment, a man charges toward me, pistol aimed to my breast, he will no bear a red coat and pistol for long. For I will know that is the end, and my eyes will close, and it will be you comin for me, to take me in yer arms. And when they find my body on that soggy moor,” he kissed me softly, his pulse jolting through my lips, before pulling away, “they will find me with the greatest of smiles upon my face.”

I shook my head out of disbelief, then nodded. “I will be there.”

“Good,” he smiled, genuinely. “Now, can I move quicker inside ya, Sassenach, my balls ache somethin fierce.”

I laughed a laugh that carried throughout my whole body, clenching my insides, that saw the most exquisite of looks crease Jamie’s features, before he sped up his movements inside me.

Jamie grunted with each thrust, his eyes, tight in concentration, would flutter open for the briefest of moments, smile at me, then they’d shut again. I grasped at his back, surely adding more scars with my nails to his skin. Jamie bent forward, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling the flesh of my breast in to join, as much as he could, before he set them free with a pop and moved on to the other. I cried out, holding his face to my body. All thought escaped my mind as he drank from my dried well, but my nipples ached in the most stimulating of ways. A way I thought I had all but forgotten, but the memory flooded my body and I could feel my breast fill with the very thought and hope.

Jamie’s hands rounded my buttocks, pulling me tight against him as he picked me up, carrying me to the wall, pushing my fiery flesh against the cool frame, the burning fireplace next to us, doing little to fill the room. I arched at the shock, wrapping my legs around his waist, but he paid no attention to my gasp.  He pushed fiercely into my centre, his testicles slapping my body, like a palm hitting still water. He pushed up inside me, each time, my body rising higher and higher against the wall, cutting into my skin. Jamie’s position reached the parts of me that only he had the skill of reaching each time, with our lovemaking.

I reached between our bodies, tickling and tugging the wiry bits of hair I could feel above his cock. I jutted a finger out, grazing his pink flesh each time he pulled free of my body. Jamie gasped, his head falling to my shoulder.

“Do tha again, Sassenach,” he sighed urgently.

I could feel his saliva against my shoulder as his pace quickened. I did it again. Scraped my nail along his penis. He groaned, and pushed back in. Then out. I scraped it once more. We sang the song a few times before finally, he pulled out, lingering in the open air, with only the tip keeping my lips open for him. My fingers wrapping around him completely. I held his head close to my shoulder with my free hand, and with a sudden squeeze, I let go of his penis, and he plunged back in me with finality, calling out words in Gaelic I had never heard him say before. He filled my body, his warm semen splashing my insides and coating me in all he had to give. I was right behind him, my orgasm coursing through me angrily as Jamie moved a hand to my breast, pinching a nipple.

Our labored breath was the only proof of life, as we curled into each other against the wall. The dank room emerged around us once more, letting its cool air spear our skin, leaving gooseflesh in its violent wake.  I felt him shiver, and pulled him in closer.

“We should get dressed.” I loathed saying the words. I wanted my vocal chords ripped from my body before they could escape my mouth, but some things cannot be put off.

Jamie pulled back, but stayed protected within my embrace. His forehead fell to mine.

“See, Sassenach. It doesna matter what tomorrow brings. I’ll always be here. In your arms. You’ll always be a part of me, and I, you.”

Jamie kissed my forehead, then pulled free, making for our scattered clothes tossed about the floor. I watched him pick up my garments first. It was always his way. It didn’t matter if chills racked his body, he’d make sure I was safe and warm first. I was always first in his mind.

“Always with me,” I whispered back, as my abandoned arms fell, my hand falling to my stomach,palm pressed hard to my belly, knowing, and weeping inside.

Notice Me [Chapter 8]

Originally posted by oompa-oppa

Chapter 8 of Notice Me

Ch1  Ch2   Ch3  Ch4  Ch5  Ch6  Ch7

Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Slight Angst at times


“Take me home…” you mumbled as he gazed at you, awaiting your answer.

He sighed in defeat. “If that’s what you want”.

He removed his hand from your chin and went to open your door for you.

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Don’t kill yourself.

Don’t

Kill

Yourself

Please.


Instead let the old you fade away and reinvent yourself. Let the old you figuratively die. Recreate yourself and get the help you need, become the person you want to be.


 I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, it’s gonna be hard as hell. But don’t kill yourself, you’re wonderful, you’re beautiful, you’re important, you’re loved, there so many people that care. Let them help you, let them be there. You’re not alone in this, together we can help each other survive. Someday the world will understand, someday there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. Just hold onto someone’s hand and never let go.



 It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to feel angry, it’s okay to let yourself feel hurt. Be honest with how bad you feel, let yourself express how badly it feels. Go punch a pillow, go scream and cry into the wind. Go stomp around and kick rocks. Do anything you can to let it all out. Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself or those around you while doing so.


Call a suicide hotline if you need to, text a good friend and talk to them, or tell a family member. Or write down how you feel and then rip it up and throw it away or burn it or crumple it up and throw it away.


Go get some food that you enjoy, you go get the tub of ice cream and you shovel as much as you want into your mouth. You deserve it. However and whatever you use to cope with the pain you feel everyday do it.


Don’t let anyone shame you, don’t put up with people’s bullshit when they tell you you’re overreacting. Or that you’re throwing a tantrum. Don’t let anyone tell you how you should react to something. Don’t let people abuse you or your feelings. Don’t let people get away with that shit anymore.


Go out and seize the day, make it yours. However know it’s okay if you cannot always do these things. You don’t need to prove your value with good grades, or from hard work. You deserve to be happy, healthy, safe and sound. Don’t let anyone tell you to stop talking about how unfair things are. Because life should be fair, no one should got without food, water, healthcare or anything that is needed to survive. 


We need you here with us, we need you to help us fight for this world’s future. It’s not okay, the world is very bad now. But we can make it better. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it and say things aren’t that bad. They are, it really is that bad. I know it’s scary, I know you feel helpless, I know you feel scared, alone and miserable.


 That’s okay, it’s okay to feel the way you do. Your feelings are important, your feelings are valid and real. You’re not lazy, you’re not broken, you’re not a burden, you’re not stupid or useless. You’re brave… every single day you live through proves it. 


Crying doesn’t make you weak, it shows you’ve been strong for far too long. Let yourself cry, cry as long as you need. Cry for weeks, cry for months, cry for years. Don’t let anyone tell you to get over it. That’s not how emotions work. You can’t just get over them, emotions aren’t a faucet you can turn on and off. Emotions are like flowing water, always changing, always moving, never stopping. 


If you need to lean on someone. Needing help isn’t shameful and seeking attention isn’t bad. Seeking out comfort is nothing you should feel guilty for or ashamed about. You need attention then seek it, tell someone you need comfort. Let someone know you’re hurting. 


Opening up is one of the hardest things to ever do. It took me years to open up to people about my depression. I know how scary, how painful and how exhausting it was to talk about. But you have to talk about it for the sake of your well being. Just try to tell someone, try your best. Your best is always enough. Don’t let others tell you that your best isn’t enough. If you’re giving all you can give then that’s okay. 


You’re okay, you’re enough, everything you accomplish in one day is enough. If you get up and finally take that shower you’ve been putting off for a few days then good for you and I mean it. Good job for taking care of yourself. If you finally go outside for the first time in months to talk a walk or to sit down under the sun then that’s awesome. If you get up and eat a meal then that’s great. 


You don’t have to do something great or something amazing. What you can do is enough and if people are mad at you for that then that’s their problem and not yours. You don’t live to please them. You’re not their little toy, you’re not their puppet to control. 


You don’t owe your mental, emotional and physical health to anyone. If you can’t do something that you could do before because of your depression then that’s just fine. It’s not your fault, none of it is your fault.


Take deep breaths, listen to some soothing music, try doing some exercise if you can, try taking a walk, try getting that shower you need, try finishing that book you started reading, try finishing that poem or that sentence in a fan fiction you were writing or that novel you want to publish. Just try and take your time, take as long as you need.


The world wouldn’t be the same without you. Don’t let the world take you, help yourself and help others. Survive with us to see the end of another year. Help us fight for a better future a future worth living in. A future that is all our own, a future in which you and everyone can finally be happy, healthy and safe. 

50 Reasons Why Rey Is A Kenobi

Or At Least Not A Skywalker Or A Solo

In the following you will find extensive evidence/parallels/deductive reasoning as support for Rey, the protagonist of The Force Awakens, being the granddaughter of the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Enjoy. 

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Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.1: Ch12
(Non-idol!AU) Jungkook loves you, you love Jin, and Jin loves his baby brother more than anyone in the world. And Jin will shatter your heart, if it means saving Jungkook’s.

Prol. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | Epi.


You race out of the office building and catch up with Jin before he can reach Minah’s group, resting a hand on the crook of his elbow. “Jinnie…”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Y/N, I don’t have time to play with you. I’m going out with some real adults.”

Not letting go of his elbow, you force him to halt. “Jin. We need to talk about that night. When Jungkook came to my apartment building.”

“Why?” He shrugs. “You’ve seen Jungkook, he’s perfectly fine. What else is there to talk about?”

“Jin… we need to talk about what happened between us then.”

“Wait, is it that kiss? Is that what you’re hung up about? Are you in middle school, Y/N?” he taunts. “That was nothing. As a man, wouldn’t I naturally be compelled to kiss women every now and then? It’s simple biology.”

“W-What?” you gasp. The Jin you know would never talk like this…

He smirks–but unlike his usual humorous smirks, this one’s spiteful, almost sadistic. “Do you want more? All you had to do was ask.” He seizes you by the shoulders and drags you against his body.

“Jin!” You flail your arms and shrink away, trembling. Barely plucking enough courage to look at him, you murmur, “Jin… on that night, you said–”

“So tiresome.” He rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t you just be thanking me, Y/N? Isn’t that what you were after all these years, chasing after me like a stray puppy looking for any sort of owner. I mean, I’m sorry I can’t really put a collar on you, but I thought I’d just give you some sort of memory. A momentary illusion, to make you feel what it would be like if somebody gave you a scrap of affection. After all, you’ve always been so desperate for it.”

You search his face for any trace of remorse, but his eyes are sharp and cold, and his perfect lips are curled in a sneer. In your peripheral vision, you can see Minah and her group sniggering, pointing fingers at your direction.

“I thank you, for that illusion. And for opening my eyes to the actual reality.”

Spinning on your toes, you turn your back on Jin, not wanting him to see the tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t see his hand reach for your shoulder, then faltering, remembering his resolve.

Sooner or later, he knows that he will break, fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness and for you to give him another chance at a life together. But that life couldn’t be. He must break your heart so thoroughly that no matter how much he chases after you, you’ll never look back again.

And it looks like he has succeeded.