because it only makes me cry

Episode 500..just wow like wow

As I’m writing this I’m literally crying tears because of just how wonderful and sweet the ending to the naruto anime truly is. Like staying up till exactly 6:55 am to watch it was so worth it. I can barely type because there are tears on my screen but everything about it is just short and sweet and so so fucking beautiful. Like everyone looks so good and naruto and hinata just look so fucking happy to be together and I love this fucking show and manga so much.

I know I get really goofy with everything I draw but this series is like the only anime series that always make me cry like a child. Please watch this episode because it’s just too fucking wonderful of how my and a bunch of peoples childhood ended. Thank you and sorry for the long post.

Tagged by @cxrnys
Bless,,, :´^) 💖💖💖

1. What is a book you finished in one sitting?
     I read all of aftg in 2 days, I didn’t even sleep,,

2. Were you always into reading or did something spark your reading interest?
     yeah when was like 8 I saw my sister reading harry potter and laughing and it pissed me off because she wouldn’t tell me what was funny so I just read them myself and now I love reading, its so wild, stories are so wild, it’s like being in another world

3. Are there any songs that you relate to a certain book?
     like it’s not a certain book in particular but “Somewhere only we know” by Keane has the same feel as getting lost in a novel, its so safe yet adventurous, 10/10 makes me cry every time

4. In which season do you get the most reading done?
     I was gonna say winter but tbh it’s more like spring/summer, I hate those seasons and reading provides an effective escape👌, like oh it’s hot and sunny now?? Well it’s SNOWING in Alagaesia and there’s DRAGONS

5. Which book character do you relate to most?
      Nicky Hemmick, dude,,, my kid,, like I’m kind of in the same boat with my parents, they’re christians and I’m a christian, but they don’t understand that you can’t hide behind your faith. You can’t use it as an excuse for your shitty behavior. The bible says it’s not our job to judge others. Our job is to love and to be patient and kind and forgiving. Idk man I hope I can be as brave as my boy one day,,

6. Do you have any reading goals for 2017? If so, what are your goals?
     I’ve been in such a reading slump wow,, I just want to read in general, just,, *clenches fist* read those books. Also though, I kinda want to read some classic books, like I’ve got Picture of Dorian Gray and Count of Monte Cristo and Frankenstein just taking up space on my shelf,, I’m a monster tbh I keep buying all these old books for the aesthetic and then not reading them

7. Are there any books that you feel like you need to read or else you’ll miss out on things at booklr?
     I need to read Six of Crows, fhdjdjsjjs ive had it for months and haven’t even cracked the spine

8. What is the most books that you’ve read in a week/month/year?
     pffftttt man,,,,, I can’t be expected to know,,,, I can put down 400+ pages a day if I like what I’m reading,, or I’ll go months without even looking at a book,,, *awkward shrug*

9. Is there one character everyone else absolutely loved but you despised?
     Kat is an amazing actress in shadowhunters and I really liked Lily in the movie but like,,,,, god I really don’t like Clary,, that whole “we just met like last week but I don’t want to be alive without you” Romeo&Juliet shit with Jace is so overplayed tbh,, and that kid gets away with way too much,,, why was a 15 yr old at a night club, and the sex in that demon cave in book 6,,, my mother would be PISSED

10. Are there any books that remind you of a certain place?
     I know this is cliche but reading/watching Harry Potter really does feel like coming home,, and The Raven Cycle feels like driving in the mountains,, also The Inheritance Cycle reminds me of my classroom in 6th grade and the theater classrooms in 8th and 9th grade

11. How many books do you own?
     you know what….. Brb…. I’m gonna fucking count them…………………….. okay,, there’s like 110, plus duplicates and like 2 ebooks

I’m so,,, bad at tagging,,, fhdjksjs
Here we go,, @slytherinblogger @cosmiccoincidence @sauceuzumaki @conniptionns @nickyklose

anonymous asked:

You cannot get mad at people for art or ships or critiques on you and send your followers after artists because they accidentally color something wrong or design something "racist" and then go cry to your own followers when you get told someone doesn't like something you write. You are playing the victim card and it not only makes you look like a shitty person but also immature and makes me question how good of hands your students are in.

…WOW that got personal fast? I have no issue with people disliking my work. I really don’t care. This is fandom I do this for free. I create specific content that some people like, some people don’t. 

The only two things I can think of “crying” over are that time someone called little space “creepy” because I think that’s like…ignorant and such. And sorry that the abusive way some ships are written in this fandom, you know, actually trigger me? But instead of going after them and yelling in their anon box or commenting on their stories like a goddamn coward, I just…avoid that content. I only have bitched about Jamilton because I get asked ALL THE TIME to write it, so I laid out the reasons I won’t write it. Sorry if it was blunt and hurt people’s feelings.

The reason sometimes I get upset or whatever, is I am actually a pretty sensitive person, and my feelings do get hurt easily, which is why I never say anything PERSONAL when in the middle of the discussion. (You know, like: “You are playing the victim card and it not only makes you look like a shitty person but also immature and makes me question how good of hands your students are in.”) 

So you know what the solution is? You don’t like my content, what I write on MY blog, my opinions, me? Unfollow me, block me, black list me. I really don’t care! Easy peasy lemon squeezy my friend. 

The reason for why we haven’t seen “Welcome to The Madness“ in the anime

As you may or may not know, the official soundtrack (or, the Skate Song Collection, as it was also called) to Yuri on Ice featured the song titled “Welcome to The Madness“ with the little description calling it “Yuri Plisetsky’s exhibition piece”.

“But wait!” you cry. “We didn’t see Yurio’s exhibition/gala program!” you insist. And you are right - we didn’t, we only got to see Yuuri (and Victor’s) performance in the gala.

Which brings me to one conclusion: episode 12 of Yuri on Ice was originally meant to look differently.

Which would make sense to me, at least, because as far as I‘ve noticed most of us felt like something wasn’t quite right about episode 12. Like it was inconsistent with the rest of the anime, disjointed in some way.

The lack of Welcome To The Madness would be good proof of the idea that the creators originally planned a different ending (probably a more conclusive one, one which wouldn’t allow for a season 2), then noticed how popular the anime was and realized that ending the series here would be a terrible idea.

Because why in the world would they create an entire music piece and even give it a use (in Yurio’s exhibition) if they never intended to show it to us? The best explanation is that they decided to change the final episode which resulted in cutting Yuio’s exhibition out of it, but it was too late to remove it from the soundtrack and thus we are left with exhibition music without an actual exhibition performance.

This is the only logical explanation I can think of, and it certainly leaves me curious about what the creators had originally planned for the last episode.

Newt Scamander and my Favourite Moments

I’ve realised I’ve reblogged a lot about the film ‘Fantastic Beast and Where to Find them’ and particularly about Newt Scamander who is literally an innocent cinnamon bun so, I decided to write about some of my favourite moments (Feel free to add more!) 

*Warning this contains spoilers* 

*Also I do not own any of the gifs used, credit goes to people who made them*

-First off him being a Hufflepuff just made me love him 100% more than I already do

-“Mummy’s here.”

-Newt crying when he hands over Pickett even though it’s only a trick.

-Just simply Newt and Pickett’s relationship

-Newt being protective over his animals because they are harmless and the ones that are cruel are the humans.

- “Nothing in there is dangerous!” (and with that my heart shattered)

-Newt knowing the erumpent mating dance, (just imagine him learning it though!)

- His expressions/reactions towards the Niffler! 

-Also him tickling the Niffler!

-Him making sure it’s okay with Credence for him to come closer before he does

-Newt just being a tall bean and looking adorable and awkward in this scene

-Newt and Tina

-His friendship with Jacob

(Please feel free to add more because there are loads that I either can’t remember or can’t find the correct gif :P) 

and i can promise to be there for you
but i can’t promise that i’ll be happy for you
because when i make my promises i keep them
and “i swear” isn’t something that i throw around easily
so when i promised that i loved you
i wasn’t lying
because i don’t shove my infatuation down the throat of every person who makes me feel less dead
and i know you’ll swear to god that you meant it
but you also swore to god you were going to stay
and sometimes people make promises that they know they can’t keep
and sometimes they make them only because they sound good in the moment
and sometimes people leave when they said they wouldn’t
and sometimes people cry when they’re happy
and sometimes the world is a little bit backwards
but “i promise” was never something i said without thinking it through
so when i promised that i’d always be waiting
i meant it
—  you promised me forever, but you’re not here
I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and a subtle charm ready to conquer the world. So I learned from early on to only cry behind close doors, on dim lights, without sound, to howl in pain silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help. Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer? Much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can always go back and face the world pretending I’m okay.
—  cynthia go // If a tree falls in a forest [88/365]
We all have that one person we’d stay up late for. Only them. Why? Because they’re the only person who can make you smile through a text. The only person who gives you genuine butterflies. The only person you’d lose sleep for.
—  And now you’re gone

Feelings I can’t stop
Can’t ask to go away
Growing on me like some kind of drug
I’m afraid they’re here to stay
Crying because I feel like it
Praying that nobody has noticed
How it tears me down
How I’m not even able to stand on my own ground
Pulling trough
Just because I think I need to
Show no one I’m weak
I’ll have time for that when I sleep
Open up my mind to the reality
Dreaming of the possibility
To the outcome
Of some of the things I’ve done

No one in the world can understand
That I’m battling a battle I can’t win
I’m in it on my own
And that’s the only thing I know
It’s just going to be me on this ride
Till the day I die

Choices I have to make
Smiles I have to fake
No giving up
Because of the people that say I’m enough
Trying so hard not to cry
Writing out all of me lies
Vanishing in my thoughts
Thinking why life treats me this rough
Feel like I’m a mess
Feel like I’m depressed
Trying to cope with it
But my mind just ain’t willing yet

No one in the world can understand
That I’m battling a battle I can’t win
I’m in it on my own
And that’s the only thing I know
It’s just going to be me on this ride
Till the day I die

People who come to a restaurant 1min before closing or come through the closed door AFTER closing and demand service are the worst people, and if you do this I just want you to know that it’s so unbelievably, extremely rude and you are probably making the servers and cooks cry because they can’t start cleaning and they can’t go home to their families and loved ones because of you so I hope you are happy about that

Torturing Starter Pack
  • “Hush now. It’s not that bad.”
  • “I’m only doing this because i love you!”
  • “Does that gag need to be tighter?”
  • “Make another sound and I’ll shoot you right here!”
  • “Have fun chewing your food with no teeth!”
  • “Is that blindfold too tight?…”
  • “Stop squirming!”
  • “Do you want to keep your other eye?!”
  • “You would NEVER understand my reasoning..”
  • “Hate is a strong word, but.. It’s not stronger than my steel pipe, is it?”
  • “Don’t be scared.. The cage will eventually feel like home, it’s okay…”
  • “Cry for me! Beg for me!”
  • “You’re NEVER leaving ALIVE!”
  • “I’m sorry, your highness, do you want lighter chains?”
  • “You’ll NEVER escape!”
  • “Do you think i like this?! You couldn’t be more right!”

It’s Halloween, there’s supposed to be something uplifting about hiding your true face behind a mask, there’s supposed to be an element of surprise waiting to spook or entertain– I guess I’ve lost that part of my childhood, or maybe I’m not much fun. I drove past my grandmother’s graveyard a few minutes ago and I’m only calling it a graveyard for lack of a better name, how about a yard filled with gravel and dust of things we used to be, flowers that knew death would be just as beautiful as living life would be. I guess writing has been a mask. I wear it everyday. The writer’s heart seems to be the key to every conversation I’ve been making lately. I realized a few things while driving past this field of flowers.

I like when people cry, now let me tell you why because when they cry something real is most definitely happening, you can fake tears, sure, but most of the time this shit just hurts way too much.

Would you like to know what I don’t like?

When people can’t cry, because in some way, it means we’ve lost that primitive and infancy reaction to the realness in our lives–

Our very reality and vibrant colors,
tears help express what sentences
cannot convey and what paintings
cannot show–

I don’t like it when I can’t cry,
but within those few seconds–

I guess things just seem real.
There’s nothing pretty about
crying two years after someone’s death,
crying at the funeral just couldn’t happen.

There’s nothing scary about feelings,
there’s nothing scary except for
not feeling… it took a long time
for that self realization.

I guess the question here is more of the why–

When was the last time you felt something?

—  A yard full of flowers

My dear lgbt+ kids, my dear questioning kids, 

If you think gender is confusing, let me tell you a secret: 

Yes, it is. You’re right. Figuring out your own gender idenity is super confusing. It can even be upsetting or frustrating. It can make you want to cry.  

Gender is confusing. That’s not you being silly. It’s not you being fake. It’s not you being over dramatic or attention-seeking. 

And you are certainly not the only one who feels that way. I know you may feel like you’re the only one with those worries, doubts and questions. I know you may feel like everyone except you just magically knows and you’re the only one who needs time to figure it out. I know that - because i’ve been there, my dear. Please trust me when i tell you that thousands and thousands of people have been there. We cried like you. We were frustrated like you. We felt confused and scared and overwhelmed like you.  

And, most importantly, we were strong - just like you are, my little one. You’ll get through this. You’ll learn and grow and one day you’ll look back and see that all the confusion was worth it. You’ll be able to say “This is who i am and i love who i am.” 

Gender idenity is confusing - because it’s important. You deserve to take all the time you need to figure it out - because you are important. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

anonymous asked:

Yesterday my parents told me to lie about where I work to any relative that asks, I work at a cafe chain, because they felt that it was a shame to have a college degree, but work at a cafe. I wanted to cry on the spot because that hurts and I wish they'd understand that life doesn't always work like that and making me feel ashamed of my job is only going to make me hate going to work more

I wouldn’t lie about it at all. Announce it proudly, state that you have a student loan to pay for and bills to pay so laying around doing nothing until a better job falls into your lap isn’t going to keep you alive. Your parents need to prioritize. The perfect job doesn’t happen overnight. And waiting for it to is ridiculously stupid while unemployed. You have a job, you are on your own, and you are paying your bills. If that’s failure then what the fuck does success have over it? A fucking title? Big deal. Bigger paycheck? That’s nice, but you can’t just wait for it while making nothing. Don’t let them bully you into lying. Don’t let anyone bully you into thinking you’re not worth anything. Stand up to them and say and know that you’re surviving and you’re a responsible adult regardless of how much you make or what your job is. Besides, how the fuck would they get their stupid vanilla latte without someone like you when they’re probably “too busy” to do it themselves? Fuck them. Retail and fast food is hard work and under appreciated. The world would stop if even one specialty stopped. Everywhere that sells fast food? Chaos, suddenly soccer moms have to cook for a change. Coffee shops? Oh shit, that meeting is today and I haven’t had caffeine!  Grocery stores? Well, have fun fucking starving assholes. EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS NEEDED NO MATTER WHAT THEIR JOB IS! You are ALL important and provide a service that is needed no matter what some dick dentist, lawyer, or ceo thinks! They’d be lost without customer service employees because those that judge are more than likely incapable of handling anything that is not convenient and done FOR them! -Abby

Satans Wife (a Credence Barebone imagine)

(First of all, I have to apologize for my shitty art, I only drew the outlines and was too lazy to do the shading, so I just scanned it and threw something together in photoshop.)

these are three requests in one story because i thought they’d fit together well. i’m also thinking about making this a series but idk, tell me if you want a part two. 

plot: you got kicked out by your family because they discovered that you are a witch and now you seek shelter in the New Second Philanthropic Society Church, how ironic.

warnings: blood and brutality (enjoy lmao) 

‘God, stop crying! Can’t you see? Everyone is looking at you. They know what a pathetic failure you are. Maybe they even know that you are a witch. A wife Satans’. Well, they probably know because you aren’t even good enough to hide it. Look at their eyes, they know! Why do you think the little girl gave you the flyer out of all people? Right stupid, because she knows.’

The voices in your head got worse, the more steps you took. You couldn’t bear this anymore. Fortunately, there was a coffee shop right next to you and you entered it quickly. The cashier greeted you politely but you didn’t have time for small talk. You were standing on the edge of starting to cry. Desperately to find the toilet sign, you scanned the room. After spotting it, you ran towards it and hid in a small bathroom stall. With a loud sob you chuted down the wall behind you. Pulling your knees to your body, you started to cry and soon your crying turned into inaudible sobs and you blankly started at the wall. You were desperate and hopeless, where should you sleep this night?

‘You don’t have anyone to go to. Your whole family won’t speak to you after your accident. That stupid, stupid mishap. Why didn’t you try harder to oppress your feelings? Why couldn’t you wait until you were back in you room? Exactly when grandpa was saying the grace, how freaking pathetic of you. They had to bring your grandma to the doctor, because she got so scared of you. Your own grandma!’

In order to stop your thoughts, you tried to distract yourself by giving the flyer in your pocket a closer look. You got the crumbled paper and started reading: ‘New Second Philanthropic Society’ there stood in bold letters. ‘Witches live among us and we should fear them. We are a society which will not stay silent. We will fight and stop Satans work.’
There was a drawing of two hands breaking a wand. Underneath there was a small box which said: ‘We give out food and shelter for all homeless under majority. Each day of the week. At seven pm.’
You were conflicted. Should you really put yourself in danger just for food and a place to sleep? Well, if you would sleep under a bridge today, you’d put yourself in danger too. You knew that New Yorks creatures of the night, how your dad likes to call the drunkards, weren’t the nicest people and you couldn’t imagine how the people of the witch-hating church would be able to know that you are one. And even if they would discover your secret, you could just run away and try to find shelter somewhere else.
You got out of the stall and checked yourself in the mirror. You looked horrible and half frozen to death. Well, at least they’ll know that you really need the place.
In fast pace you left the shop, trying to ignore the sweet smell of hot chocolate and cookies combined. The cold air hit you harshly and it hit you: How should you know where the church is? It could be in a totally different quarter of the city. Because you didn’t know what else to do you ran back to the girl handing out the flyers. When turning around the corner you were relieved to see that the little, blonde girl was still standing there. You made your way towards her, your hands shaking.
‘I- I’m sorry but does the church have a place for me to stay? I don’t really know where else to go’, you smiled awkwardly at her, your voice quiet.
The girl jumped and she looked at you with big eyes. ‘Follow me!’, was the only thing she responded.
Before you knew, you stood in front of a heavy wooden door. You small companion knocked on it with her tiny, pale fists.
A skinny boy, not much older than yourself, opened. You glanced at him, suddenly feeling bad that you didn’t fix yourself up in the bathroom earlier. The dark haired guy in front of you was gorgeous and you looked like a perfectly human embodiment of a scarecrow.
‘Mother, we- we have another guest’, the boy with eyes of the size of the moon turned around and shouted in a rattling voice.
‘Let them in!’, she answered.
You entered a huge dining hall. It wasn’t a dining hall as in a princess castle. It was everything you expected it to be. Everything was made of dark wood. The windows were dirty and some of them didn’t even exist anymore. Just a few planks replaced them.
A middle aged woman appeared. She observed you slowly from head to toe. Then she gave the boy a nod. ‘Bring her upstairs, she’s going to sleep in your room. You will take the bed that’s in the hallway. And don’t forget to bring her some soup’, she demanded coldly.
You let out a heavy sigh. She didn’t realize that you are a witch, so you passed the hardest examination.
The boy was oddly quiet when he brought you to your new room. He didn’t say anything and what was even more odd than his behaviour was that there wasn’t even a bed in the hallway. He opened a squeaky door for you and led you into a narrow room. It wasn’t much. A bed, a small table, a chair and a cupboard, all made from the same depressing wood. Like mentioned before it wasn’t much but you didn’t need much. It wasn’t freezing cold in here and that was all that mattered to you.
But the fact that there wasn’t one picture or any sign of anyone ever living in here, puzzled you. Only a big bible was laying on his desk.
‘You aren’t much of an interior designer, I see’, you joked with a small smile. However, the boy didn’t seem to be much of a comedian either and just frankly turned around to leave the room.
‘Wait, are you sure that you get to sleep in a bed tonight? Because I didn’t see any in the hallway and I really don’t want to take yours away from you’, you questioned.
‘I- I don’t need a bed, it’s fine’, the boy muttered staring at the ground.

You asked him about his name. He told you it was Credence.
‘Okay Credence, I am not here to invade your home. I’m going to find another place to stay at tonight. Thank you for your hospitality’, you explained to him while putting your coat back on. You strutted towards the door and decided to give him a quick peck in order to show your appreciation. But something went horrible wrong. The kiss triggered something in you. It felt like the dark magic was feeding of the boys’ touch. Black reek started to surround the both of you and in this exact moment someone opened the door. It was Credences Mother. Her face went dark red and her eyes began to fill with hate.
‘I knew it! I knew it! Witches live among us!’ she stared to scream with rage. Shocked from the words of the woman and of what just happened you sank to the floor.
‘And you little bastard are her lover! I always thought you were worthless but you are even worse; having an affair with Satans wife!’, she went for the bible on the desk, took it and raised her hand. In this moment you didn’t wish for anything more than the ability to control your powers but you couldn’t, so the only solution was to get between the boy and his mother. You jumped in front of Credence, a dull pain flashing through your skull. As fast as you had jumped up, as fast you were back on the ground again. You were feeling the cold floor on your cheek and saw black liquid spreading out on it. You brought your hand to your hand only to find out that the liquid was flowing out of the wound. It definitely wasn’t blood. You know what blood looked like and it definitely shouldn’t be black and smell poisonous.
‘Look at what you’ve done to (y/n)!’, the otherwise quiet boy exclaimed. ‘You are a monster, a monster! You should be feared by everyone. Not witches and wizards. You, you, you! You are Satans wife!’ The boy was in a rage and pushed his mother out of the room. He quickly shut the door closed and pushed the desk in front of it.
Then he squatted down and stroked the hair which was sticking to your forehead out of your face.
‘I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!’, he muttered, repeating it a thousand times. He got a shirt from the cupboard and got rid of his belt. His shaking hands manufactured something similar to a pressure bandage. He got a paper bag from under his bed and put everything from his cupboard in there. He reached out for you and helped you get up. A sudden wave of dizziness hitting you. You still managed to keep your balance.
He pushed the desk back to his original place, pulled you out of his room, down the stairs and finally out of the building. His mother following the both of you. ‘Witch, witch, witch!’ she shouted hysterically. All the people were now staring at you but you didn’t bother, you just wanted to get away from the woman. Credences bag started the tear apart and all of his clothes threatened to fall out. So he turned around and aimed his bag at his mother causing her to fall to the ground. You two didn’t stop running until you spotted an old, abounded factory where you two found security. For a minute or two you stood there just staring at each other. One breathing louder than the other. You tried to organize your racing thoughts but you couldn’t. The feelings of shock and fear were stronger than you and they took over. You fell into the boys’ arms, clutching on his vest, sobbing. You felt your hot tears staining his shirt. The boy tensed under your touch but brought his hands to you shyly. He petted your head, not caring that his hands got full of that black goo. You stood there for more than half an hour, nobody saying a word. You slowly calmed down and only now realized that Credence knew your name even though you had never told him what it was, so you asked him where he has gotten it from!
‘You are going to think I’m a freak’, he whispered.
‘You? A freak? I’m sorry but I’m the person who has black poison running down her face, not you’ you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.
‘I dreamt of you’, he answered so quietly that you almost couldn’t make it out.
‘Yes, I dreamt of you. Countless times. I also dreamt of this a- and everything that just happened. I know this sounds stupid. You don’t have to belie-‘
‘But I do. I do believe you. But please tell me you dreamt further than this because I have no idea what we should do now!’, you begged him, grabbing his face in desperation.
The boy shook his head, his eyes closed. He looked like he was in pain.
‘You didn’t dream further than this?
‘No, I did but I can’t I jus-‘
‘Credence!’, you shouted, immediately regretting raising your voice because the pale boy was flinching.
‘I’m sorry’, you voiced, ‘but please, for the love of god, please tell me what we did!’
The boy turned his face away from you. ‘We- we kissed and then there was a bright light and it- it felt so redeeming and-‘
You cut the boy off, pressing your lips to his. You didn’t care that he was a complete stranger. All that mattered was that it felt like the most important thing you ever did in your life.

i’m already crying but you know what makes me cry more? the fact that jace and alec have only just reunited and yet they’ve been torn apart again. imagine them feeling their parabatai bond grow stronger whilst hugging each other, them breathing a sigh of relief and crying because they’re finally back, they finally know one another is safe and okay. yet that feeling being ripped away from them. alec waking up in his brother’s arms after days of worrying about him only to watch on, confused and disorientated, while his brother gets arrested by the clave. that feeling of losing him all over again and not being able to stop it. jace finally getting to see his brother, his family, after days of torture and wanting nothing more than to return home and be by his siblings’ side, only to be arrested and having to look alec in the eye and tell him ‘it’s okay’ even though his whole world is being taken away from him again.

Rhysand as an older brother

So we all know that Rhysand had a little sister before the absolute toolest-to-tool got in the way but just imagine what Rhysand would have been like as an older brother:

-He’d still be the annoying, over-bearing, over-protective, over-everything (come on, don’t tell me Rhys’ personality doesn’t thrive on being extra to everyone)

-But when she wasn’t around, he’d melt like butter every time she was mentioned (”Would do anything to protect you my smol bean” “…What did you just call me, Rhys??”)

-Please don’t even think about bullying her because not only would Rhys make you suffer, but so would best-friend/cousin Morrigan, holy-shit-terrifying-older-sister Amren, yes-you’re-my-favourite-older-brother Cassian, and the-chillest-and-illest Azriel.

-Period. Just. Don’t.

-Cheekiest older brother to cheeky (if you tell me Rhysand wouldn’t tease her about crying about crying over a dog picture, (and then crying in his room after she showed him the picture of the most floofiest, smollest, cutest to ever cute dog he’d ever seen) then you lyin’)

-Point to an ugly bat contest

-Like legit, they’d point to an unattractive bat picture

-“Dat u” 

-Like he’d be an ass, but you know it’s not Rhysand if he ain’t one of the best older brothers

-They would have a very, very close relationship

-I mean, she would take time to comfort him every time Rhys was stressed about becoming a High Lord and Rhys would in turn devote his life to having his little sister safe at his side

-Because being the High Lord of the Night Court would mean a target on his, and everyone he loves’ back 24/7

-But Rhys never tells that to his little sister

-That the thing he’s most afraid of is failing to protect her just because he was the heir to the throne (don’t even get me started on how guilty he felt when he heard that she died at the Spring Courts’ hands)

-Don’t even get me started if she started dating

-Like Rhys would have the address, number of living relatives, and the freaking social security number of their entire family in 2 seconds flat (”What?? Me?? Abusing my position as High Lord to find out who breathes where in my territory?? Noooooooo”)

-Just imagine family life within the Inner Circle and Rhysand’s little sister

*goes off to cry because the feels decked me like a patio on steriods*

*imagines her with the Inner Circle.* *cries even more*

*imagines her watching Rhys suffer Under the Mountain and meeting Feyre* *decks myself*

Kim Seokjin

The oldest hyung
The one who takes care of the others
The one who always has their back

The selfless, the ever hardworking.

The man who created Eatjin
The man who perfected the flying kiss

The ever clumsy
The ever dorky
The awkward hyung

The one who works hard day and night, to help with music along with the rest of the members. The one who worked Day and night and is proudly able to show to the world that he holds two Daesangs with his group.

The one who wrote the only song that’s been able to make me cry, because every single lyric that he sang beautifully holds as deep of meaning as any other song on the album.

The under appreciated hyung who deserves the entire world.

The ever shining the very beautiful flower.

The one who stays up late at night to listen to songs with us, to share his thoughts and to talk to us.

The one who spends days practicing his singing,

The one who spends countless hours in the practice room.

Sweaty and Exhausted

Just to make us proud.

If no one has said this to you.

I am so proud of you, that even words can’t explain them.

I am proud of you, because you are unique.

You are one of a kind

You are Kim Seokjin

You mean the world to me.

I hope we were able to make you proud this year. And I hope we were able to make you happy.

Even if you can’t read this.

Thank you for always working hard.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for being the Jin that I’ve come to love so much.

Because you are someone who can never be replaced.

Bangtan is bangtan because of you.

Thank you for being the handsome prince who always takes care of these clumsy dorks.

Happy Birthday Kim Seokjin.

And if no one has told you,

You mean the world to me.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Okay so I may be getting into a dead fandom here but DEAF WEST SPRING AWAKENING is a thing that exists and it’s beautiful and glorious and I love it to death

But right “The Word of Your Body Reprise” makes me sob so hard because when they say “Oh, you’re gonna be wounded/Oh, you’re gonna be my wound” (specifically Ernst the emotion and conflict on his face was so clear) I immediately thought how yes, loving each other could be their downfall because it was fucking ILLEGAL to be GAY

And it hurts so much to think about how that out of the three (sort of) couples they’re the only ones with a relatively happy ending, you know how rare it is to see that

Anyway I now love this show more than life itself and the whole thing makes me cry