everyday fight

You think you’re doing fine. You go along with your life as if it didn’t matter. As if it didn’t hurt. Then suddenly, out of the blue, it hits you like tsunami waves, crashing mercilessly. Over and over again. Your eyes are dry but your heart is in pain. It’s crushing and breaking and tearing all at the same time. You miss that person. You miss that person for how they made you feel. For all memories, good and bad, they gave you. For the worry and the anger and the love and the care. You ponder for a second. You wonder if you truly miss that person, or if it’s just the loneliness speaking. Is it because you’re doing nothing now, talking to nobody that you miss that person? Or have you been missing them all along, it’s just taken you this long to acknowledge that? You’d like to think that it’s the latter but, really, it’s both. You’re constantly missing that person subconsciously. The loneliness only magnifies the longing. Everyday you’re fighting that loneliness. You try to overcome the sorrow it brings, but today just isn’t one of those days. Instead of wallowing, you look on the bright side. You remember the good that that person gave you. You realise that, although that person hurt you, you’re still grateful. That person made you realise things you didn’t know about yourself. How, when you love, you become a pushover. You’d do anything so as not to compromise what you both have. And you shouldn’t be like that. Not all the time. It’s alright to give in sometimes, but don’t make it a habit. You’re making yourself vulnerable. You learn that putting what you want first, isn’t always a bad thing. That if that person truly loved you, they wouldn’t put themselves in a position to lose you. Then, after all the thinking and wondering, your heart is kind of at peace…for now. Being able to release all this emotion, will greatly lift the burden in your heart. You’ll feel lighter. But it would be foolish for you to believe that it won’t come back. The heart is a fickle and finicky thing. But when it does come back, you’ll know how to handle it. You’ve done this before. Just remember what you’ve given and remember that loving yourself first is more important. Value yourself in the way that that person wasn’t able to do. Take a deep breath. Smile. You’re good to go. You got this.
—  dext-erous 

anonymous asked:

We know Lance is super smart, but... Headcanon that sometimes in everyday situations (or what counts for everyday situations when you're fighting a space war) he just loses all common sense and says and does dumb things. It happens so much and it's so funny that the team starts calling these times Lance Moments. Even when someone else does a dumb thing, it is called having a Lance Moment.

dude sorry this was one of those asks i’ve been sitting on bc i just. love to think of not only lance moments. but a whole array of paladin moments.

  • lance moment: when you get too overconfident and embarrass yourself
    • origin: “wow that’s like 1000 plus 10″, and other greatest hits
    • example:
      shiro: hey guys be careful there’s a bunch of debris up ahead
      keith: whatever i can handle it [promptly crashes into space garbage]
      pidge: LMAOOO KEITH LANCED UP
  • keith moment: when you forget all social etiquette
    • origin: just when the other kids had finally acclimated him to Teenage Interactions, he tried to fistbump a diplomat and it was interpreted as an attack
    • example:
      alien host: and here is our most sacred animal
      pidge: eww
      lance: [slapping a hand over her mouth] what keith here meant to say was,
    • pidge almost has more keith moments than keith. but keith’s are always more disastrous so he holds the title.
  • pidge moment: when you completely forget that there’s something else you’re supposed to be doing
    • origin: pidge was supposed to be developing a virus or something so everyone left her alone but after a full day somebody checked on her and it turns out she got distracted and had actually been programming a game on her computer
    • example:
      coran: oh, hunk! did you finish recalibrating the teludav?
      hunk: [surrounded by books on taujeerian biology] did i what
      pidge: AHA!! IT WASN’T ME THIS TIME!!
  • hunk moment: when you get overemotional at inopportune times
    • origin: everyone pulled off an incredible maneuver in the middle of a battle and hunk started tearing up and talking about how much he loves everyone and “hunk, i love you too buddy, but maybe save this for later”
    • example:
      shiro: …and you’re such a smart and talented young lady and i’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished–
      pidge: ok ok i know hunk thank you but i really need to be hacking into this server right now
  • shiro moment: when you accidentally let something really morbid slip out
    • origin: after two sleepless nights, allura asked shiro if there was anything he needed and he replied in a monotone “the sweet embrace of death”
    • example:
      coran: it’s a fascinating creature honestly! once it has completed growing, it only has ten quintants before its body begins destroying itself.
      lance: goals
      keith: …are you ok? that was a very shiro thing to say.

bonus:

  • allura moment: when you surprise everyone with a previously unknown kickass ability
    • origin: the shapeshifting thing, and probably many others
    • example:
      pidge: [grabs a stick and knocks a bomb far into the distance]
      lance: what the heck
      pidge: what? matt and i used to play baseball all the time, i’m pretty good at it
      lance: god you’re such an allura
  • coran moment: when you pull a paladin moment, but play it off flawlessly
    • origin: anything he ever says. he’s making up half the nonsense that comes out of his mouth. nobody notices or calls him out on it.
    • example: there are none. coran is the only being known to pull off a coran moment.
You may not
know it but
I am proud of you,
‘cause no matter
how many times
you said that
you’re already tired,
you still wake up
everyday just to
fight for the happiness
that you deserve to have.
—  ma.c.a // Brave One
You don’t know what it’s like to have voices in your head saying that everybody hates you saying that you’re not enough saying that you don’t deserve any kind of love and support
—  Try fighting this everyday
This is not going to be an easy four years. We’re going to be subjected to constant gaslighting by the President and his administration. We’ll be dealing with a ferocious, multi-front attack on the entire progressive agenda, without exception, and a lot of it is going to succeed. We’re going to helplessly watch institutions we care about and depend upon destroyed. The Trump years are going to be emotionally exhausting and deeply traumatic for all of us, but particularly to those dedicated to protecting the vulnerable and preserving democracy.

Most of us are not ready to take on the mantle of the resistance. There are things we can do now to get ready, but if we don’t, the ranks of would-be activists and resisters are going to thin out very quickly.

Professional organizers and veteran activists have strategies for staying sane during a long fight. If you’re serious about sticking it out in the picket lines for the duration of the Trump presidency, you’re going to have to learn these strategies or else burn out in the first six months.

— 

How to Stay Outraged Without Losing Your Mind”

I’m sure this article is going around, but I haven’t seen it cross my dash, and it’s really, really important. My dad was saying just yesterday that he’s too old and too tired, and it’s just too much to fight against everyday. So don’t forget to take care of yourself. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

i hate how everyone is mad abt tom holland playing spider-man bc he’s so young but like???!
spider-man is in high school??
he is a child??
he’s supposed to look young it makes the idea of him fighting everyday and facing death and losing people he loves even worse??
please please please cast age appropriate actors for their characters it makes a huge difference i promise

So @blacklionshiro got me thinking about some shiro-centered sheith. And thinking. And thinking.

Shiro, who crushes pretty hard on the ace pilot the class below him who doesn’t seem to care about much aside from flying.
Shiro, who finds the perfect spot in the garrison library to both study and catch unobstructed glimpses of Keith studying across the room. Shiro, who pesters Matt to help him find out more about Keith.
Shiro, usually confident and sure of himself, getting flustered when he talks to Keith for the first time.
Shiro, awkwardly stumbling over his words as he finally befriends the boy that’s occupied his thoughts for the better portion of the semester. Shiro, longing to reach out and lace his fingers with Keith’s as they sit together at lunch.
Shiro, the Garrison’s “golden boy,” suggesting to Keith that they sneak out at night so they can walk and look at the stars together even though he knows that he’ll be too focused on Keith to pay attention to anything else.
Shiro, saving up his money quietly to buy the hovercraft that Keith wants desperately. they’re not even dating yet, Shiro is just /gone/.
Shiro, finding the desert shack with Keith on one of their late night excursions - the same desert shack that they share their first kiss in.
Shiro, whose heart was pounding when he asked Keith if he could kiss him, so worried that he misread the entire situation and anxious that Keith would turn him down.
Shiro, who tangled his hands in Keith’s hair when Keith returned the kiss enthusiastically, feeling like everything had gone right for once.
Shiro, finding out that he had been selected as the pilot for the Kerberos mission and being torn between excitement at the prospect and upset at having to leave Keith behind, especially since their relationship was still so new.
Shiro, who may have cried a little the first (and last) time they made love, the night before he left for the mission, overwhelmed at the sensation and not quite believing that this is real. Keith never mentions it because he may have been crying too.
Shiro, who has a small picture of him and Keith hanging up on the wall of the spacecraft next to a calendar that marks the day of their return.
Shiro, who fights everyday in the gladiator ring unafraid of death because he’s certain that he’s never going to get back home.
Shiro, who lies awake sometimes at night, worried that Keith thinks he’s dead. That Keith has forgotten about him. That Keith has already moved on and found someone new.
Shiro, waking up in the desert shack, blinking as the sunlight hits his eyes.
Shiro, catching sight of Keith, sitting next to the couch in an uncomfortable-looking chair, sleeping in a hunched over position next to where he lay.
Shiro, moving slightly and feeling his hand brush against Keith’s, their fingers touching as Keith sleeps on, unaware that Shiro has finally woken up.
Shiro, falling back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that he is finally back home where he belongs.

Remember that time The 100 had Indra (someone who had been a Grounder all her life and was basically the war commander and definitely L/xa’s second in command-at least in S2) give the bindi and red velvet stage curtain to Octanakin and say that she was the new Commander because she…hid during the final conclave, was helped by her brother and killed one (1) person and then used an idea that wasn’t even hers (it was originally Clarke’s idea to share the bunker), even though she’d only been appropriating Grounder culture for like 6 months at the time? 

I’m still pissy.  

The Worst Part about Having an Ivisible Chronic Illness

Your family treats you like you’re lazy and when you’re sick they constantly annoy you about how you need to control it. Chronic illness is a fight. You fight everyday just to get up and even then no one’s happy,  no one’s satisfied, and no one understands. Even the people who say they understand don’t really - they just have nothing else to say. Really having a chronic illness is wandering around in the dark, trying to find help and everyone says they’ll try their hardest, but they won’t even light a match for you to find a light switch.

normanikordei: The world needs more of you everyday. Your bravery to fight for all that you believe in and those that are fearful to fight for themselves is admirable. You never fail to speak those brilliant thoughts in that beautiful head of yours. You have always been a leader and you choose to focus on what is important daily. I value any conversation that we have about being proactive and attributing to society. You continue to take a stand and encourage our youth about the importance of being aware, invested and helping them recognize that this isn’t a perfect world that we live in. Whether it’s you participating in a march, speaking as part of the Beautycon panel or writing an open letter you’ve never lost hope in what this world can be. You care so so so much and it’s solely because your heart says so. I love your selfless soul. You are a superhuman. I’m grateful to claim you as my sister. I’ll always stand by you and my heart lets me know that you’ll do the same. Thank you for allowing me to be Leo’s Godmother and trusting my taste enough to name him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the queen of being woke. 🌏✌🏾

Babygirl

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 1682+ words

TW: Character Death & a sentence of gory impaling

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a very long time. This is a pretty personal fic for me, but I thought I would share it with you guys anyways! I’m also submitting this for Jen’s (@supernatural-jackles) Birthday Challenge! My mom’s birthday is actually on Canada Day, and we’re going to be spending it in the States lmao. We always celebrate her birthday/Canada Day in USA… It’s now a tradition. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Prompt: “You are enough. No matter what, you will always be enough.”


Dean was angry. He was always so angry lately. He was angry when dad and Sam fought every chance they got, but now that Sam was gone, he was angrier. He was angry at dad for pushing Sam away. He was angry at Sam for leaving. Hell, he was probably mad at you for not convincing Sam to stay. But, you knew that he madder at himself than anyone else. He’d rather have them fight everyday than having Sam gone.

You looked at your older brother across the small motel room. He was glued to his phone, and you knew he was texting the waitress he was flirting with the other day. Dean was your hero. He was more of a father to you than your real dad would ever be. You looked up to him so much, but lately he’s just been so… angry. Every conversation you had with him had been about how annoyed he was that Sam was gone, or the fact that dad kept leaving to hunt on his own. Every question was either about the hunt or whether you had heard from Sam or dad- which you both knew was a silly question to ask. You were the outlier in the family. It was always about the Winchester Boys. You were just the orphan child who nobody wanted. You would never be the first person they would contact. But that was okay because you had Dean. Key word: had. 

You’ve always been his babygirl, but you haven’t heard that term of endearment in months. You hated being so distant with your brother, but what could you do? You tried everything to talk to him like you used to, but he never reciprocated the same way. When they first took you in when you were two, Dean was the first to hold you, marveling at how small you were. The only reason you knew this was because of how much Dean talked about you when you were younger. He always told you stories of the times you’ve clung on to him. His second favourite nickname for you was “monkey.” You grew up close. John was always gone, so that left Dean and Sam to take care of you. The oldest Winchester took responsibility of you to the nth degree. He taught you everything he could so you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of John’s abuse. He always protected you. Always. Whether it was from school bullies, or your own father. He was always there. Standing in front of you, and when you were younger, you used to imagine a cape on his back. When you told him about the cape, he laughed, and ruffled your hair.

“Babygirl, don’t you know it’s dangerous for superheroes to wear capes? What if they trip over them? Or it gets caught in something? Real heroes don’t wear capes, they wear leather jackets.” He pointed to the sleeve of his worn out leather jacket that John had given him.

Your eyes were wide with wonderment as you nodded at your older brother. After that you saved up every bit of money, picking up loose coins from the side of the street to save up for a leather jacket. You were still saving up for that jacket.

Dean’s scowl brought you back to reality.

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