every ounce

rahrazorblade  asked:

Hello :) Are you still doing prompts? Because if you are Can you please write: McSpirk - "it's not your fault"

-Reappears six months late sipping Starbucks- I’m always taking prompts! Though, apparently, sometimes it takes me a ridiculously long time to get to them. I’m trying to reassert my creativity and keep myself from going insane due to school overload. So yes! I’ve finally written this, I’m sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy <3

It’s a damn good thing that Leonard finished his psychology doctorate, because when Jim gets like this he needs every ounce of his training to actually get through Jim’s thick skull – and sometimes he can’t, no matter how hard he tries or how much back up he calls in.

“It’s not your fault,” Leonard says softly, laying a hand gently on Jim’s shoulder. “You couldn’t have known.”

“But I should have.” Jim’s voice is cold with self-recrimination.

While it doesn’t happen very often, sometimes it becomes clear that Jim, for all his strengths, has been given too much authority at too young of an age. Leonard has had enough experience to know that sometimes there’s shit-all you can do in some situations. He knows that doesn’t make it any easier, especially not when someone dies on his table, but there’s a difference between losing someone in a familiar operating room and losing someone on an unexplored planet.

Leonard glances over at Spock and arches an eyebrow. He hadn’t actually been on the away-mission, so he couldn’t really say anything with any authority.

“Jim,” Spock says softly, and moves to take a seat next to Jim on the edge of the bed and lay his hand lightly on Jim’s other shoulder.

Seems like Spock’s been learning something after all about the fine art of physical comfort.

“There was no way to foresee every possible outcome of a mission on a completely unknown planet. The entire crew is well versed, and imminently aware, that they may lose their lives on this voyage, on any deep space mission conducted by Starfleet. It is a risk that all have accepted willingly.”

Jim seems to deflate at that, his shoulders slumping as he lets his head fall onto Spock’s shoulder.

Leonard takes that as a sign that he should join them. He perches on the other side of Jim, and takes Jim’s still trembling hand in his own. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to Jim’s knuckles, tenderly stroking the back of his hand.

“I should have known,” Jim whispers again, though the heat and certainty is gone from his voice. “I should have-” A soft sob breaks Jim’s voice.

Jim’s head turns further into Spock’s shoulder to hide the tears that he can no longer hold back.

It will feel impossible; like you are dying inside — this is your soul crying out for life. It may take everything you have; every ounce of will and strength. You will lose a part of yourself trying to save something essential and innocent. And when you have given everything, you will recover and you will be set free, and you will discover there was even more in you than you ever knew. — Bryant McGill

I dreamt last night that you came back. You layed there, holding onto me, the words dripping off your tongue like honey as you apologized for leaving and when you kissed me you tasted of it too. We kissed and kissed, pouring every apology, every tear, every ounce of love into each other.
I awoke screaming, not because I hated it, not because it was a nightmare, but because it was everything I had been wishing for.
—  AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY I DONT SLEEP ANYMORE// 4am

plot twist: someone hears about every shitty thing you may or may not have done, every person you’ve hurt, every sin you’ve committed, and every ounce of pain you’ve created in someone else’s life… and they forgive you and choose you and they love you anyways.

to all the dark skin black girls out there, you are worthy. you’re allowed to have standards. you won’t have to settle. you will find someone who loves every ounce of you. you will be successful. you will be respected.

don’t let the world putting us at the absolute bottom of everyone steal your shine, we are worthy. and always will be.

I’m trying so hard to beat you at your own game. I want to wait to read your messages for hours, to see your messages and not reply. I wish I could play along, I thought I had it in me to act like I don’t care. To be honest I didn’t think I would ever care again.

But here I am, you took 6 hours to reply to my message and I am using every ounce of strength to not open and reply to you after only 2 minutes.

—  I hate that this is such an uneven playing field 
Day Eighty-Seven

-An elderly man asked for extra bags along with his purchase of thirty-two mega-sized rolls of toilet paper. He has a plan. I intend to find out what it is.

-A baby clutched desperately at the party plates that were placed on top of him, refusing to give them up to his mother as she attempted to pay for them. He had been entrusted with protecting the plates and he was prepared to give it his all.

-After a surely financially-devastating holiday season, children are back to making their own purchases and making my day.

-A child told his mother that the storage bin she had just bought was his now. It took every ounce of my admittedly-lacking self-restraint to not give into my instincts and to reply, “You just got roasted, nerd.” This would have been a devastating burn, but not quite worth unemployment.

-While waiting for an unknown occurrence, a woman picked up the entire stack of store discount card pamphlets, folded them all in half, and set them back down as nonchalantly as someone without a single chalant to give.

-I witnessed a man in scrubs suffer from a severe attack of hiccups that alternated between a dog’s yip and an ambulance’s siren.

-I found that someone had hidden two zoo animal figurines among the candy after deciding against them at the last moment. I checked to see if they were the infamous genital-laden animals of lore. They were not. I understand why they were put back.

Amarte Es Un Placer (End)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Ahhh here you go, guys! There will be an epilogue after this, something that finishes tying everything up. I hope you like it!


Originally posted by nellaey


Your arms were around him in the next second, your body making a protective cocoon around him. He cried into your chest, hands like claws, clutching onto your shoulders. You could feel his pain, every ounce of it, and it threatened to rip your chest apart.

And then it dawned on you. Draco thought you were going to leave him.

“I’m right here,” you heard yourself say. “I’m never going anywhere.”

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Rest in peace to my favorite character on one of my favorite shows. The one who broke all the stereotypes of Korean men perpetuated in the media. The incredibly brave, selfless, hilarious, clever, strong, dashing, kind character I fell in love with at first sight in the very first episode of the Walking Dead. The character who remained every ounce as human and caring from beginning to end. Rip Glenn Rhee.

i’ve got mad amounts love for Dan Deakin right now. it isn’t easy going from a two parent household to a one parent household  and i hope he knows that every ounce of support we’re throwing out into the universe is for him to. i appreciate him for stepping up and handling things and i hope he knows we’re rooting for him