*spoliers for those who have not watched this episode :(*

Yea.. I had tears well up in my eyes when I watched this whole episode, no joke.. It’s sad to see Lady Oh defend and die for Hae Soo, that part was very emotional 😥 next weeks episode preview got me really shocked/speechless cause I could not believe when I saw what woohee (? I really hoped she didnt do that 😔) did.. 😨 shit is about to get real. And yess, we are oni 9 episodes away to the end of the whole show, it’s gonna end real fast siaa 😭

The Cracks In The Ceiling

Another night where I am left with nothing but my heart, and that’s beginning to show signs of tear. Every time he goes away my mind wonders; who is he going out to see all the time? The crazy thing is, I pay for him to do this all the time. A little part of me wonders, is he being loyal? Is he having sex with someone on my bill? These crazy thoughts I keep to myself, because I don’t want to open up a can of worms. I am not one to start conflict, but my mind can not stop thinking about the worst case scenarios, and he does nothing to prevent me from thinking this way.

Sometimes when he’s being romantic and sending pics to my phone, I ask myself, who took that picture? It’s not a selfie, and I don’t see a selfie stick, so how’d you take this picture on your phone? Paranoia enters my mind sometimes, but I say nothing to keep the peace. The crazy things we do for love. I still ask myself this question - does he really love me, or does he love what I have been doing for him? *sigh* I feel embarrassed to talk about these things. I’m such a wreck.

annadier  asked:

Omg!! Yaaaaasss!!! That was hilarious! Go Bucky!!!!!!! That revenge! Take THAT Steve! Omg I'm literally so excited for part 4 now. This is going to have me in tears!! Drop down on the floor, can't hold myself up, laughing!


I let him in
Let him become a part of me
My first
My only

If only

I meant the same
I didn’t.

Remember Big Bear?
I the eagle, you the hawk
You teared up and I thought:

“I’ve found someone”
Someone who cares as much

As me
I didn’t.
He didn’t.

I cry and kick, yell and scream
I hurt
Do you?

I wish I could remind him of how he used to feel
I can’t

Even if I did…
I didn’t.
He didn’t.
He wouldn’t.
He doesn’t…


Our song?
Our first kiss?
Our spot?

Did you even love me at all?
He didn’t.
I did.

Memories of you are beginning to fade
I can’t remember the good
I only remember
How you left
And how

I didn’t.

—  A poem about a girl who cared too much, and a boy who didn’t ( @notgoldenyet )

sanguithar  asked:

1, 5, 16, 24? :D

:D Thank you!

1. Favorite member of the Ghost Crew?

This is a toss-up but probably Hera with Zeb as a close second.

5. Favorite planet?

I mean I know we’re talking Rebels only but can I still say Utapau by association? No? Okay uhh… Stygeon Prime.

16. Part that made me cry the most?

That part we don’t talk about at the end of Season 1 okay I don’t really cry while watching things I just tear up and get numb well this is one that I think about when I’m drunk and just start crying for no reason thanks Filoni

24. Favorite friendship?

Uhhhhhhhh Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother? Though I’m excited to see where Pryce and Thrawn are going.


Stranger Things appreciation week // day six » favorite scene

El are you okay? 

I haven’t cried at a show in a long time, but a spies goodbye sent the tears streaming down my cheek. A parting shot was meaningful and emotional and I loved it so much

Jemma, crying her dear little eyes out, hidden behind a smile for her friends

Fitz, his little nod letting his friends know it’ll all be okay.

Daisy, who just lost a sister and a friend.

May, looking like she still needs to say sorry to her friend.

Coulson, so proud of his friends overwhelming strength and bravery.

Mack, who lost his two best friends and has to say goodbye

Bobbi, still smiling as her friends say goodbye the tears rolling down her cheek.

Hunter, looking so surprised that his friends even care.

Because that’s what they are, friends, not just a team but friends. Saying goodbye in the only way they can; with a parting shot.

What do you think about when you hear the word sex?

For most, I bet it’s the moaning.
The golden lining of waists and hips being mined for the first time.

For some, it might be the kissing.
Their lips softer than the nights before.
Their lips rougher than the nails gripped into your back like #2 pencils finding comfort in old manual sharpeners versus new electronic ones. You have to work for it, right?

Some soft, some rough.
Some sweet good morning,
some angry after an argument.
Some with laughter,
some after tears.

The sweating that gives you the thought
“is this mine or is it hers?”

What is the best part about sex?

I bet most would say, the orgasm.

It is not.

Far from it.

I.) The build up, the foreplay, & the tension.

The selfish and selfless teasing.
The lowkey this is exciting smile.
The faces losing control
of all expression.
The bodies soft movements
between hands
gently moving to
where it doesn’t belong
to where you want them.

II.) The aftermath, the cuddle & the nap.

The wave of euphoric desires
long passed and you’ll sleep
as teaspoons and sugar cubes.
Simmering in a new cup of tea;
warm and added milk.
Your relaxed bodies stirring
the feelings of home, safety
and your favorite song,
your bodies at rest
and them in your arms;
all mixed into a warm
cup of tea composed of
wet bedsheets and
not knowing whose
arm is whose and
whose leg was hanging
off the bed because
it was way too hot
and sweaty under
the blanket.

You see, the act of sex.
The in between.
The hair grabbing.
The scratched backs.
The chest needing attention.
The necks because we’re vampires.
The hands not knowing where to feel next.
The tug of war motion.
The cramps from running marathons
while laying down.
The sweat from jogging a bridge in the middle of winter because the fan is on, but it sure feels like summer even if your windows are open and the rain covers the sounds of passion.
The sweat is confusion and peace finding a home on top of your skin.
The giggles because they made a cute mistake and it’s one you could live with.
It’s one that was needed from your long day.
The tears if you’re a first timer.
The warmth of how bodies join together;
your body’s way of holding hands.
Your innocence shaking hands and hugging sin for minutes and lasting up to four hours for some; or the whole day.
However your drive goes.
It’s different for everyone,
women to men,
women to women,
& men to men.
It matters not.

The middle part is not the best.
It is a blur. It is the bottle not the liquor.
It is the pill and not the chemicals inside.
It is the lamp and not the light provided.
It is the candle and not the scent given off.
It is the blue line of college rule paper,
but not the words written by a writer.
It is crucial, but it is also
the part where most get lost in.
I know I did.

Have you?

They call it lust.

The misplacement of trust
and the lack of communication.

The longing for skin
more than that person’s heart.

It’s more than reaching down their pants
or failing to unhook her bra
because you could never wrap
your head around the mechanics
of such a wonderful invention.

I know some men might read this
and go; god, this guy is soft.

Aight, go ask her right now. Go.
Ask her to name the best part.

It wasn’t how your tongue
could spell the alphabet
backwards, okay that’s
pretty dope,
but she’ll always
put foreplay and
cuddling above it.

Well, unless she’s a freak,
but I’m sure they love
the embracing parts too.

Who doesn’t want to feel safe
after being that open?
That vulnerable?
That honest?

To truly share yourself with someone
from heart, mind, soul and body;

If you can make them feel safe afterwards,
the orgasms will only be a minor detail

to this perfect painting they call making love.

I promise.

—  Sex, cuddling and never unhooking bras, correctly.
// k.c.

I just want to let Thomas know how much “Anything” means to me personally because I live in a household of people who openly disagree with me being transgender… I shed SO many tears listening to it the first time.

“At the end of the day, it’s their part in your play, and it’s your name up on the marquee” makes me cry every time I hear it.

Thank you, Thomas. It means the world and more to me.