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Picture of my son in his first apartment.

He graduated high school 4 years ago today. The following day, I moved out and left town, leaving him behind and essentially homeless. He was cool with it, though. He lived in this box (haha), then a shed (seriously). Finally, someone took pity on him and gave him a bedroom. He then moved in with members of his band and eventually they all cobbled together enough money to go to Portland, Oregon, where they still are, living in a big 5-bedroom house and playing shows just about weekly now–and for money.

I know you love your kid and stuff, but don’t overdo it. That’s my advice. They might surprise you. I know mine has surprised me. Every time I get a text from him I’m like “Well, I’ll be. The little shit’s still alive!”

kendraasaunders asked:

Iris, Eddie, and Felicity setting up Barry and Cisco on a date. A karaoke date.

omg????? im in love with this. barry and cisco act all cutesy and shy until cisco’s turn, and he KILLS IT onstage and barry is like “wtf is this i can’t let him upstage me” and things get progressively more and more intense until they start making out in the back of the bar

he tells me he loves me,

on the third minute of the hour,

as if consistency will bring our miles closer.

like lockets chained against my chest,

I wear his anchor as my ring,

to settle into stability.

for distance runs against ticking time,

I’ve fallen out of knowing what is mine,

like thirsty lips quiver gently,

never have I wanted him so badly.

malvalen asked:

Fallaciloquence: deceitful speech - For Idra (or Idreal, as the case may be)

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(Many years ago)

“Stop, no, that’s mine!” Idra grabbed at the Naaru crystal statuette that the man had tucked under his arm, and his swift spin pulled out of her reach.

“I gave it to you, and it cost me a great deal, so I can take it back anytime I like,” he glared, petulant. “It’s worth more to me than you are.”

Shocked, Idra silenced her retort. Her dark eyes begged him to stay. Say anything, anything to stop him from leaving.”You can’t go, I’ll do…anything you want…” Tell him you’re pregnant.

“What.” He hardened his expression. “Now you want to compromise? No, Idra. It’s too late for that. I gave you… so many chances and now… I’m just… gone.”

“I need you!” she insisted.

As he opened the door, he shook his head. “You’re lying,” he muttered, and slammed it shut.

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(Present day)

Artificer Gamelon’s hands slithered cold into the cavity of Idrael’s artificial chest, touching wires and strings of muscle bound by fibers and pliable stone. She felt every movement, and twitch, every adjustment.

“Now to see… if your power systems are connected properly, and…” He grasped the emerald core and switched on the flow.

The construct’s eyes illuminated green and elicited an immediate cry of delight from the tiny man.

“It works! I am brilliant, aren’t I?” Of course, he knew the construct couldn’t reply to agree, so he imagined that it did. “A few initial readings, and then I will celebrate.”

The lips moved. At first, he didn’t notice, too caught up was he in watching the flickering lights and numbers fly by on a datapad. Now those measurements were… not right…

“Gam-m-”

Another cry, this time alarmed and he dropped the datapad on the laboratory floor. He stared at an empty face. It wasn’t supposed to talk. Perhaps he had given it too much power for its first trial and the excess had spilled into the secondary–

Idrael’s eyes flickered. “I-I-I n-need y-y-you.”

zrimgor ikyreal keialaar

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4x23 // 1x01

#I can’t tell you how much this means to me #her son Henry will find her #in any realm #any place #any time #he approaches Emma thinking she doesn’t know #like he is reliving his past #but then she remembers this time #she knows its him #i love family relationships #and this parallel makes me cry

Today, I fucked up... by telling an attractive stranger I loved him

I was working at the grocery store, stocking shit, when an attractive guy comes up to me and asks me about a particular brand of canned tomatoes.

He says, “I could use these tomatoes for salsa, right?”

His attractiveness was making me nervous. I mean, I really wished he could’ve approached someone else to ask. In my head, I’m like a teenage girl replacing his last name with mine and naming our future children. I reply (thinking wtf how am I supposed to know if it’s good for salsa?), “Yeah! haha they’re great. I love you.” Clear. As. Day.

He pauses for a moment and furrows his brow. “Did you just say I love you?”

Why couldn’t he have just brushed it off?? I honestly don’t know why he said that but at this point, I can feel my face absolutely burning red and I feel lightheaded with embarrassment. Being the socially-awkward dummy I am, I ramble off: “Tomatoes. I mean I love tomatoes hahaha why would I say I love you? So weird right? I meant to just say ‘them’–not you. I don’t know you hahahaha.” (I can’t remember the exact rant, but it was definitely along these lines and probably twice as weird)

He looks absolutely creeped out. I think it was mostly my ramble in explanation. Looking back, I could’ve totally just laughed it off and told him, “Sorry, long day. I meant the tomatoes.”

So he just says, “…Thanks…” awkwardly and walks off. I hear him asking a coworker the same question.

I’m gonna be hearing about this from my brain before I go to bed for the next ten years.

I don’t remember the last time I saw him because I didn’t think it would be the last. The last words I said to him in person was simply “I love you.” The last kiss I gave him was when I was saying goodbye for what I thought was for the night but little did I know it was for the rest of my life. The last text I sent him was “It’s been awhile now, I hope you are happy, you deserve it.” The last time he grabbed me from behind and whispered in my ear, “you’re mine” is so faint in my mind. The last time I looked into his big brown eyes isn’t clear to me anymore and that kills me. I get sadder and sadder as time keeps progressing but he seems to be doing fine without me and that’s what really gets to ne, because I look like a fool for still being completely in love with him.
—  B.L letters I never sent

anonymous asked:

What's the story behind the love people have for No Control? like why this song out of all the other ones Louis wrote on that people really wanna show their support for?

A few different reasons but mainly I think because Louis is the lead vocal the entire way through. Louis, who never used to get solos. Louis, who has said time and time again that he’s self-conscious about his voice. Louis, slaying it for all of No Control, making the chorus work for him, writing about his fucking morning sex for christs sake!

People go hard for it. I go hard for it. I’m so proud of him.

Fictional Characters
  • <p><b><p></b> <b>Me at thirteen:</b> OMG dis guy is so hot OH bAby b mine 4eva dont U LEt nobody touch U unless dat somebody's mE.<p/><b>Me now:</b> No you don't understand. I don't want him like that. He's obviously in love with his male best friend and nothing you say will convince me otherwise.<p/></p><p/></p>
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Goodbye Stelena Event

Day 1 → Why do you love their relationship

for me this was all i needed to hear in this episode, stefan admitting to himself and to caroline that he loved elena in a way that just couldn’t be described. he’s lived for over a century now yet he’s never experienced love like that before and while we all know that everything has changed and he’s moved on, this is basically him saying that no matter how many times he meets someone new or falls for somebody else no one no one will ever compare to elena gilbert, she was one of kind, the love of his life and for me that’s more than enough

“Luffy…this must be difficult for you. I was surprised when I heard about Ace’s last actions. He behaved just like Captain Roger. There were times when I wanted the captain to run away…I even wanted him to cry. Listen to me, Luffy. Knowing both victory and defeat, running away and shedding tears…that is how men grow up. It’s okay for you to cry. Overcome this!”

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