everything is right in the world at this moment

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I was watching Hunteri Heroici and I had a terrible, awful, evil though. In one of the flashback scenes Sam is washing dishes and we clearly see him press into the scar on his hand. Several times in the episode, including this scene, the phrase 'living in a dream world' is mentioned. Sam presses into his scar just after this is said and right when Amelia's father comes along and starts tearing down Sam and John and everything Sam has built, saying it won't last. Lucifer vibes anyone?

Right, though? Lovely observations, Anon! Sam touching the hand scar is just all the heck over s8! I read a transcription of something Jared said during a con (I can’t find the link!) about how none of those moments were actually scripted. He just did them unconsciously, I think. I just love all the things he brings to Sam. We’re absolutely blessed. 

In the show itself, though, you’ve gotta wonder how many times he wondered if this brief happiness was just a prelude to some new sort of torment, or if losing Dean yet again was a fun new torture. Obviously this is all speculation, but I’m glad Sam pressing the hand scar was there to speculate about. It adds so much depth to those scenes.

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Saturn

You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

- “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Tears seeped through the fabric of Ryou’s shirt and slender fingers dug into his back with a force he’d never thought Keith possessed. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. No support he could’ve offered. He could only wrap his own arms around the smaller figure and hold him.

It had been two months. Two months since Keith fled the constricting walls of the Galaxy Garrison and vanished into the cold desert night. Two months and twenty-two days since Iverson’s spokesman announced the Kerberos mission was a failure. Two months and twenty-nine days since the comms of his brother’s ship went dead.

Noone knew where Keith went that night, except for Ryou. There was only one place in the world Keith would seek out for shelter. It was the only place Takashi had never shared with his twin. Because it was their place. Their shelter. Keith and Shiro. Only them. And Ryou had respected that, content with the fact that his brother had finally found love, even if Takashi himself hadn’t known that back then.

Now that Takashi was gone, he couldn’t help but venture out into the desert more and more often. He felt adrift and numb, left in a state of levitation before reality would finally come crashing in. Always looking for that special place that held so many memories of his brother. The shack.

Packed with supplies - food, water, wool blankets, lamp oil, a notable stock of lighters and all the little things Keith may or may not need by now - Ryou had steered his black hoverbike away from the Garrison this morning and straight into the unforgiving heat of the desert. Always looking for that one spot on the map that still held some of his brother’s very soul. That one damned spot that Ryou knew he should never seek out. For it held the only tangible evidence of his brother’s death. His absence at Keith’s side. And he knew this would break him.

When he finally found the shack, he knew Keith was there before he even saw him in person. The red hoverbike, parked right infront of the small porch, gave him away. Its black twin’s engine purred and finally went silent under Ryou. Before Kerberos, before everything went down the drain, the red bike had belonged to Takashi. A gift, Ryou had made for him. He still remembered the face Taka made when he’d seen his birthday present. Now that day seemed eons away… Surreal and alien like memories of a life that belonged to somebody else.

Keith opened the front door before Ryou could even make it to the porch. And for one moment it seemed like the world had come to a halt, remembering that there was something missing, before it started turning again with cold, regardless indifference. Feigning ignorance towards two now incomplete and broken beings. The universe had greater things to take care of.

Seeing Ryou - the spitting image of his lost brother - must’ve been the last straw. Keith hadn’t cried. Not when Ryou had called him after the ship went silent, not when the announcement came that all crew members were believed to be dead. Not even when he had left the base. He had punched people. He had seethed with rage and he had broken things, but never cried. Now however…

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Now, after three months, shock and numbness, disbelief and repression finally faded… Keith cried.

And it broke Ryou…

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So…. uh… this… this got out of hand? All I wanted was to express my headcanon that Ryou and Keith knew eachother from their time at the Garrison and that Ryou visited Keith after he got expelled. And that they both mourn Shiro together. But somehow I ended up writing way more than I had planned. xD Oh well…

The new trailer for s3 kinda left me adrift because WHAT THE FUCK. Why they keep doing this to me with every new season?! Where’s Shiro? Why’s he not in the trailer?! Why can’t we just… have him back and be save for once? Not knowing if my poor baby survives every new damn season has me stressing like fuck! So I felt like drawing Keith coping with losing Shiro. And then I ended up drawing this and feeling bad for poor Keith! Now I feel like I want to cry my eyes out…

What The Signs Mean to Me

Aries: My very first best friend. I love how you never let anything hold you down. You’re brave, artistic and a bit immature, but that gives you that child like flair. I hope you’re happy wherever you are, and I’m sorry things had to end the way they did. 


Taurus: Everything comes back to you. The rock solid foundation of my life. A beautiful chaos, art in every sense of the word. I love how you love, and I’m sorry for your pain. No one can find your light for you, but when you do you illuminate the lives of everyone around you. 


Gemini: You little rascal, mischief unmanaged. You don’t always have a plan, but at least you have a pla-. The way you navigate the world with your emotional intuition makes me want to be more like you, always true to yourself no matter what. Learn to forgive and let go, your life will be so much easier. 


Cancer: You always do what you need, and what you need is not always legal. You always showed me kindness, and calmed me when I was restless. Your love was brotherly, and I hope the fog lifts over your life soon. Something tells me it already has. 


Leo: I hate that I love you. I hate how powerless I am around you, how all logic goes out the window and I’m standing in front of you, naked, with nothing to offer you but my heart. But here’s the thing, everybody loves you. And the way you look at me tells me you’ll wait for me, but I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Please don’t lose sight of who you are. 


Virgo: You amaze me. How you handle everything so effortlessly, surrounded by your adoring friends. Sometimes I can’t believe we’re related. You will always be better than me. But in those moments when you don’t feel perfect, please know that you’re never alone, and that we will always be here for you. I swear you’re not human, you are an angel on earth who’s just visiting.


Libra: You are the coolest, most chill fucking person. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, you are one of those rare people who are truly selfless. Your humour is everything, and how you always seem so at ease calms me down on the most stressful days. You love the world and it loves you right back. 


Scorpio: You know me better than I know myself. Your soul will be forever wrapped around mine, co-existing. You taught me what it means to be a friend and what it means to be the enemy. I hope you realize what your power is some day, because your wrath is beyond unparalleled. 


Sagittarius: If I would die tomorrow I would be content, knowing that I truly experienced what it means to share a bond with another human being. Why the universe decided to have us cross paths I will never know, but one thing I know for sure is that I would not be me without you. You are a nomad, child of the world. You searched it and found home. But it wasn’t easy, and it took time and a lot of pain but it was all worth it. You give me hope. That no matter how far down I fall, something beautiful will rise from the ruins. You just have to believe. 


Capricorn: With you I can just be myself. You never judge me, you see me when I don’t see myself. When we’re together hours pass by in comfortable silence. Or, they used to. You never say much, but when you do it’s always pure genius. I wish you would be kinder to yourself. I know I’m responsible for your broken heart but you never made the burden mine. I will always respect you. I just hope you’ll someday let someone thaw your frozen heart and let yourself be happy. 


Aquarius: You are everything I want to be. You are absolutely hypnotizing. I never know if you’re flirting with me or just being friendly. An ice queen, everyone always envies the one that has your love, even if it’s just for a night. Eloquence and elegance, and so much passion. It is scary how well you do what you do, and how your body moves with such grace. Everybody is intimidated by you, and yet you treat everyone as an equal. Your insecurities are crazy to me, if I were you I definitely wouldn’t be this humble. 


Pisces: You’re two faced and completely insane, but you’re such a bad bitch wearing either mask that I can’t help but worship you. Your voice could stop wars, and you can make the most absurd things sound completely reasonable. I wish you wouldn’t take everything so personally, sometimes it gets tiring to walk on eggshells around you. Empathy is a virtue worth cultivating. Make sure your integrity and morals are well placed, because if they are nobody can stop you. Not even if they wanted to. 


This was originally a post by @kanyenoodles, and I really wanted to make my own version of what the signs mean to me.

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Yes, Romania is beautiful, but we can’t post images of our great castles or our breathtaking nature at this moment. Everything is in danger right now. The government of the PSD (the neo-communists) made corruption legal. It’s true, it’s great, would Trump say. But we’ve had our share of corruption. We’re done. We want transparency. We want to be a modern country. But now, those politicians want to legalize corruption and of course they are the ones who won’t end up in jail because of this new law. They steal our money and our lives. 

We, the people, can’t do anything about it, except this: protest and share our message with the world. We only want to live in this beautiful country with breathtaking nature and great cultural places, but without those corrupt and arrogant politicians. 

Please help us, and share. And Romanians: protest!

The 15 PLOT POINTS of Story Structure

To all the writers who have ever been told they need to outline their story, and privately thought “Great. But how do you DO that? What exactly does that mean?! Is there a map? WHAT IS THE SPECIFIC DEFINITION OF THE VAGUE WORD ‘OUTLINE’?”

Good news. Stories have structure. Structure that can be learned. And a fantastic place to start learning structure? 

Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need by Blake Snyder. This book gives a simple outline that most stories follow. And as an introduction to story structure, it can’t be beat. 

In Save the Cat, 15 plot points are spelled out in something called a beat sheet. During the outlining process, these “beats” or plot points can be used as an armature or skeleton that your story is built upon. 

So what are those 15 plot points?

Opening Image: A snapshot of the hero’s problematic ordinary world, right before the story starts and changes everything. 

Set-Up: Further establishing that ordinary world and what the hero does every day, impressing upon the audience or reader what’s wrong, and the idea that something needs to change.

Theme Stated:  The truth that the hero will learn by experiencing the story, the statement that will be proven to the audience. But upon first encountering this truth, in this story beat right in the beginning, the hero doesn’t understand or outright refuses to believe it. The theme stated is asking a question, a question which the story will answer.

Catalyst: The ordinary world is shattered. Something unexpected happens, and this event triggers all the conflict and change of the whole story. Life will never be the same after this moment. This is the Call to Adventure. 

Debate: But for a moment, the hero won’t be quite sure about answering that call. Leaving behind the ordinary world is difficult – even if the catalyst has come along and disrupted everything – because the ordinary means safety, it means not being challenged, it means avoiding conflict and heartache. Yes, that existence they’re stuck in might be stagnant and unpleasant, but it protects them from facing the intimidating task of growth, of becoming something better.

Break Into 2: And this is when the hero decides to answer the call and cross the threshold of act two, determined to pursue their goal. 

B Story: This is when the relationship – which usually carries and proves the theme – starts in earnest.

Fun & Games: This is just what it says: the premise promised a certain type of pure entertainment, and this beat is where we get to experience it fully. 

Midpoint: This is either a false victory or a false defeat. Something really really good happens. Or something the exact opposite.

Bad Guys Close In: Forces of opposition and conflict begin to converge on the hero and his goal. Everything begins to fall apart for the hero, the defeats piling up one after another, the main character punching back.  

All Is Lost: This is the sequence where absolutely everything falls apart for the hero. The plans fail, the goal is lost, the mentor dies, the villain wins. All is, quite literally, lost. 

Dark Night of the Soul: The hero’s bleakest moment is right here. In addition to all of the tangible things that have been lost, hope and the gumption to continue with the story have also vanished. There is usually a hint of death here, of some kind. An actual death, or an emotional or spiritual death. 

Break into 3: Ah, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Inspiration occurs, hope is rekindled, courage to pursue the story returns. Usually, this is the moment where the main character learns what they NEED, the truth which will heal them, and allow them to fix their own lives. With this, they are able to snatch victory from defeat.

Finale: And in here, the story goal is pursued once more, but this time from the stronger version of the hero – the version that has learned the theme, and committed to act accordingly. 

Closing Image: The opposite of the opening image. This is a snapshot of life after the story, the problems of the ordinary world solved or banished, a new world opening up for the hero. If the opening is the equivalent of “once upon a time” this is saying “And every day after … “ 

So let’s see how that works! And to see it, let’s look at my favorite short film of all time – Paperman  (because this gave me an excuse to watch it several times and listen to the music while writing it.)

1) Opening Image

We see George, a twenty-something in a sixty-something’s suit and tie, obviously on his way to work, and not looking at all enthused about it. He stares straight ahead, expression bored, lifeless, right on the edge of depressed. Wind from a passing train pushes him slightly, and he lets it, demeanor unchanging. 

2) Set-Up

But then a sheet of paper, caught on the wind, hits his shoulder. The paper flies off again, and a young woman appears onscreen, chasing after the paper, as the surprised George watches.

 After catching it offscreen, the girl returns, tucking the paper into the stack she carries, smiling slightly. They both face forward, waiting for the train side-by-side, in silence. She’s glancing sideways at him, he’s smiling and fidgeting nervously, but still resolutely facing forward; they’re both aware of each other, seemingly hoping the other will be braver, but neither able to overcome their shyness and the unspoken rules of everyday life. 

3) Theme Stated 

As a train charges into the station, a paper from George’s stack is snatched by the wind and lands flat on the woman’s face. When he pulls the paper away, she laughs: her lipstick left a perfect kiss mark on the sheet. When George spots it, he laughs too … 

but when he opens his eyes, she’s gone. She’s boarded a different train. The kiss-mark paper flaps in the wind as the train begins to move, taking her away. He watches, crestfallen. She glances back. Looks of regret and disappointment are exchanged, both a little wistful. The paper, the symbol of their fleeting memorable meeting, waves goodbye. 

Through this little sequence of images, the question of the whole story is asked: Was there a connection between them? Will they find each other again? And on a wider level: What does it take to find love? 

Further Set-Up:

And cut to George behind a desk, in a gray office, dark file cabinets towering behind him, clocks on the wall ticking away his life. Miserable again, he stares at the lipsticked paper. A stack of documents slams onto the desk from on high. The grim-faced boss of the office scowls down at him. George frowns at the stack, then at his boss, who stomps away.   

4) Catalyst 

Breeze pulls the kissed paper off his desk and out the open window. He catches it just in time, breathing a sigh of relief. And then he sees something. The girl! She’s there! She’s right across the street! 

5) Debate 

He needs to get her attention! He dithers for a moment, then throws the window wide and enthusiastically waves his arms.

 An ominous "ahem” from the boss brings him back inside, and back to his desk. But his attention is still on the girl, and the need to get her attention. He folds a paper airplane, stands before the window, poises the airplane to fly … but he glances at his boss’s office before he throws it. Should he? 

6) Break Into Act 2

Yes. Yes, he should. He sends the little airplane messenger to bridge the distance between himself and the girl. 

7) B Story

What he should have done while waiting for the train, he’s committed to do now. Talk to her. The relationship of the story has started officially. 

8) Fun & Games

In this moment, he becomes the “paper man” of the title. He folds and throws paper airplane after paper airplane. The boss shows up, shoves him back and slams his window. George pauses until he’s gone, then just keeps sending airplanes. They sail over the street, but are intercepted or miss their mark every time. 

9) Midpoint

He reaches for more paper … and knocks an empty tray off the desk. He’s run out. Except for one paper, the kissed one, the only one he’s held onto. With a determined look, he folds it precisely into an airplane, stands before the window, breathes to steady himself … 

And the wind steals the airplane from his hand, sending it spiraling to the street below, George reaching out pointlessly. On top of this defeat, the girl leaves the office.  

10) Bad Guys Close In 

Immediately, the boss emerges from his lair. The other office workers hurriedly return to their scribbling, hunched to avoid drawing attention. The girl is leaving the building across the street! George turns from the window … and finds the boss looming above him, glowering, delivering another tall pile of meaningless work. 

George sinks into his chair, defeated. But something happens as he watches his boss walk away, as he sees the office workers in neat rows; all of them older versions of George, reflections of what he will become … if he doesn’t do something right now. 

He runs, sending paper from the perfect stacks flying in his wake. 

11) All Is Lost

But when he escapes the building, and attempts to cross the street, cars nearly kill him. And when he finally makes it to the opposite sidewalk, the girl is nowhere in sight. She’s lost again. 

And all he manages to find is the little traitorous paper airplane. The paper he’d believed might mean something, might have signified something important and maybe a little magical. Which it obviously never did. 

12) Dark Night of the Soul

Angry, he grabs the plane and throws it with all his strength.  He’s lost his job, he’s lost the girl, he’s lost all faith in the magic he’d just started to believe might be real. He stomps towards the train station, returning home. 

13) Break Into 3  

But fate has other plans. The airplane glides over the city, almost supernaturally graceful and purposeful. It dives between buildings, and lands in the middle of the alley where all the paper planes have collected. 

It sits immobile. Then it moves. Moves again. And jumps into flight. The airplane flies over the rest, stirring them into motion, into the air. In a place where not even a breath of wind could reach, there is now a whirlwind of George’s airplanes. 

Though the forces of mediocrity tried to keep them apart, something greater has recognized George’s efforts and is going to see things through. 

14) Finale

A parade of airplanes follows George down the street. 

The leader attaches to his leg. He brushes it off, mad. A flurry of them attach to him, then carry him down the street, unfazed by his fighting. 

The leader airplane rockets over the city purposefully, finds the girl, then lures her to follow.

 She chases after. 

Somewhere else in the city, George is being pushed wherever the paper airplanes want him to go. We switch back and forth between George and the girl, as the airplanes push him and beckon her. 

Until they’re both on different trains, which stop simultaneously, on opposite sides of the platform. The girl gets out. She fiddles with the airplane, like she’s trying to get it to work again. And just then, a breeze brings hundreds of paper planes skittering all around the platform.

 She looks up …

15) Closing Image

And there’s George, covered in paper planes. 

He lurches towards Meg, and the airplanes falls away, their work done. 

George and Meg face each other, smiling, the barriers of routine and shyness overcome. Exactly what should have happened, exactly what was meant to happen. Putting effort into connection and love prevailed in the end, defeating the allure of life spent in safety and mediocrity. The closing image is the opposite of the opening: he’s not alone, he’s not facing the train leading to his mundane job, he’s not looking miserable and hopeless. He’s facing the girl, his bright and meaningful new future.

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So! Those are the 15 plot points. This is a fantastic way to begin learning what story structure is, why it works the way it does, and how to precisely pull it off. 

For a more in-depth explanation, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Save the Cat. (It holds a special place in my heart; it was the first screenwriting book I ever read, and started obsessive study of storytelling.)

It’s not the dark nights that make me lonely, or even cold and gloomy winter

It’s the part of the day, when the sun is at its brightest and warmest, that I feel cold and empty loneliness

It’s those moments I’m surrounded by people that love me, but none of them are you

The long drives on a cool autumn day to my favorite places, or a warm summer night with the windows down driving around town

Every moment that I have to spend without you is when I’m at my worst

I fake a smile, put on a good show so no one knows

But inside I’m screaming for you to hold me again

The witty banter, and half-hearted laughing, all a cover for the deep dark secrets I hide within

The false courage facade, when I’m not even brave enough to tell you how my stomach is in knots whenever you’re near

It all comes crumbling down on my chest and sits there, heavier every second I go without your hand in mine

Every single day is a struggle, but nevertheless I persist, because I hold onto the moment I get to feel your kiss on my lips

It’s what keeps me going

The hope of one last chance to make everything right in my world once again

It’s not the darkness, the light, or even the night

The cold hard truth is everything makes me feel alone, and only your heart can make it right.

—  randomgirlsdontunderstand, Loneliness All The Time
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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters, because I might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
—  The Perks of Being a Wallflower (seex)
You do not need to be born a certain way to be able to show strength. You do not need to be a specific person to be able to conquer challenges. You have everything that you need with in you, right at this very moment, regardless of who you are.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
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I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

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the moment I sign that pardon, the moment I ask for one, I proclaim to the world that they were right.

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Let’s be real for a moment shall we? The guy on the right eats healthy and works out regularly. The guy on the left does the exact same thing. Social media is a place where we all filter out everything but the best representations of ourselves and share it with others. Because face it we all want others to see us at our very best. What happens though is when you compare yourself to the very best version of someone else it makes it incredibly hard to be happy with any version of yourself. So here’s a comparison of a real world me and a flexed best version of me. Because let’s face it I don’t walk around flexing everywhere I go. I wear comfortable cloths, I lounge around, I like to relax and I certainly don’t always look like the best versions of myself I share from time to time.
Social media plays a major part in body image issues and even I can say I’ve fallen victim to it comparing my progress to someone else’s. There’s a constant pressure to look perfect and it’s a toxic mindset to fall into.
Don’t compare yourself to the person that’s posing in front of the camera and only showing you the very best version of themselves. You have to remind yourself of who you are and what is real.

Supernatural Preferences: Finding out you've got severe depression

Trigger warning!: If you have problems with mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, don’t read or read with caution.



Sam: When depression came a’ knockin and literally all hope seemed to be flushed down the drain, you finally turned to Sam seeking help. His initial instinct was complete and utter fear. For both himself and for your life. You meant so much to him, and the thought that you were on the verge/trying to take your life broke him down. How was he supposed to live on without being a constant in his not so normal life? For his sake and most importantly yours, he kept you at his side like a shadow. Making sure every second of every day was spent showing you how important your life was and that you were here on this dammed earth for a reason.

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

Dean: You always acted so tough and brick walled around Dean. Trying to match his badass outer appearance (honestly he was like that inside too. Except the soft and squish center). So when you approached him and explained how you were weak and couldn’t bare anything anymore, he was at shock that he was hearing it from you. Never expecting you to be in such a horrible position. “That’s a load of shit. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and I’m damn proud to have you in my life. That’s the hard truth.” He gave you a big hearted speech while trying is best not to cry.

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Cas: From the start of your downfall into the darkness of depression, Cas knew something was wrong with you. At first he thought you might have been sick because of your ill acting. But after time he realized it was much more and a much deeper sickness than that. When it came down to it, he was the one that confronted you about it all. “Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?” He asked looking so hurt and sad that you were so mentally distraught. “You’re perfect in almost every sense to me, Cas. I felt ashamed to tell you how tainted I was.” He wouldn’t even let you finish replying to him before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Y/n, I am far from perfect. But you- I could never see you as anything but just that…perfect.”

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Crowley: Maybe it started around the same time Crowley began to withdraw a bit from your presence. Maybe it all came to view when ‘work’ became even the slightest bit more important. Either way you felt like a hopeless piece of shit and he wasn’t anywhere to be found. The day came when you broke down to him, yelling at how you couldn’t take it anymore. How you couldn’t take another day being in this god awful body and life. He immediately dropped everything. The Winchesters. Deals. Everything. Whether he blamed himself for partially pushing you think far into this mind set or not, he was there for you unconditionally.

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Chuck: He caught you bawling your eyes out at three am. Debating on whether or not to take this life you called pathetic. A blade was in your right hand, and a shaky fist in another. He instantly took the blade from you before you even knew of his presence. “You can’t just force me to live! I can’t do this anymore and you don’t know what it’s like living with my mind. Your God-fucking God. Take it away, make the pain stop so I can be free and happy again to live…” each word you spoke drove into his heart like a blade. Sure he was God, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, just take away apart of you. Sure the part sucked, and it was a real life threatening pain in the ass. But he had his own cure for it. “Where are we going?” You asked as he took your hand and led you out off the floor. “To take a look at everything beautiful in the world. It always helps me. But this right here, this is the most beautiful thing that was ever created.” The two of you stood before a mirror, looking at your teary eyed reflection.

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Gabriel: The moment you began to act even the slightest bit of odd, he knew. Whether it was a cold or just a bad mood from a period. He knew. So it was no surprise that he figured it off right from the bat that you were struggling daily with pretty much all will to do anything. “Come on kid. You’re badass with a capital A-S-S. I saw you stand up to my bag of dicks brother all for me, you can stand up for yourself all the same.”

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Lucifer: Lets just say that it took you awhile to feel comfortable being an open, honest emotional human with the Devil. So telling him “hey, sorry I’m a pain in the ass. But that level of pain assery just upgraded to level depression.” That was how you practiced it all in your head. Of course it came out nothing like that. In fact, you opened your mouth to tell him exactly how your mind and heart were cooperating and he kissed you. For a split moment he silenced every demon lurking in your mind. “Whatever you need me, tell me. You won’t have to ask twice.” He was more than understanding if the feeling of hidden isolation you were going through. “I just need you. I need you to hold on and please not let go. No matter what.” Every word you spoke was mumbled into his chest that he held you into. Yes, the Devil himself was even so caring for just his one not so irritating and worthless specimen of human life.

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HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

  • ❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜
  • ❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜
  • ❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜
  • ❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜
  • ❛ talk less…smile more. ❜
  • ❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜
  • ❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜
  • ❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜
  • ❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜
  • ❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜
  • ❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜
  • ❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜
  • ❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜
  • ❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜
  • ❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜
  • ❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜
  • ❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜
  • ❛ i am so into you. ❜
  • ❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜
  • ❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜
  • ❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜
  • ❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜
  • ❛ that would be enough. ❜
  • ❛ and we could be enough. ❜
  • ❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜
  • ❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜
  • ❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜
  • ❛ awesome. wow. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜
  • ❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜
  • ❛ what’d i miss? ❜
  • ❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜
  • ❛ take a break. ❜
  • ❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜
  • ❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜
  • ❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ we both know what we know. ❜
  • ❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜
  • ❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜
  • ❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜
  • ❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜
  • ❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜
  • ❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜
  • ❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜
  • ❛ i hope that you burn. ❜
  • ❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜
  • ❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜
  • ❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜
  • ❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜
  • ❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜
  • ❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜
  • ❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜
  • ❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜
  • ❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜
  • ❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜
  • ❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜
  • ❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜
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get to know me meme: [2/5] films →The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) dir. Stephen Chbosky

I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.