everything's unfair

I miss you.

Here I am, lying in my one-place-and-a-half bed, in the very place where you used to throw yourself to snuggle in, and I miss you.
The intensity that permeated your look when it touched me, the softness of your hair, the tenderness of your cuddles, the warmth of your skin against mine, the comfort of your presence, I miss everything.

It is so unfair. You are the person who has approached the most closely the frail little organ that is my heart, and here we are again strangers. It is even worse than being strangers, if we had simply returned back to this stage, there would remain hope, the electrifying excitement of having the opportunity to know each other, to discover each other, to marvel at each other of what we were, the visceral excitement of bonding to a new soul.
We’re not even strangers anymore. Even our eyes are fleeing each other as we both die of wanting to make them cross again.

I miss you.

You had to realize that we did not want the same thing for this utopia to end. It was too good to be true, you were too beautiful to be mine.
And here we are, both of us wishing deeply to reach the contraries of our mutual desires.
You, to love me with a flame of love that you do not have, in order to keep by your side the soul mate you found in me.
Me, to be able to forget that it is this flame of love that I have for you which gnaws me, in order to be able to meet again your almond eyes without feeling my world collapsing, in order to have the strength to keep you by my side, to have the strength to love you with that profound friendship you have for me.

I miss you.

We are but the sad spectators of a morbid scene, where we can only look helplessly at our plans to empty their blood by liters. The hope was extinguished in my hands when I tried to hold it to you and you did not know how to grasp it.
Love has given way to disarray, happiness has given way to loneliness, romance has given way to nostalgia, your kisses on my cheeks have given way to the erratic furrows of my tears, and you, you have given way to a gaping hole in the middle of my most secular hopes.

I miss you.

I wish I could hug you again, I would like to have the naivety to believe that you loved me, I would like to have the carelessness not to fear the nature of your feelings. I wish I could no longer be afraid to eternally continue to seek for you through all the people I meet. I wish I could not be terrified that I will never find someone else like you, someone who would have the same laugh, the same look, the same dimples in the corner of the mouth, the same hair, the same Way to kiss, the same way to get angry, the same tastes for music. I wish I could feel able to love something else than what you are.
I wish I could no longer feel a piece of me collapse every time I remember that you are now part of the past and that there is no possible future with you.
I wish that the thought of you leaves me a different taste than the bitter one of the salted pearls that flow on my cheeks.

I miss you.

—  are-you-ok-no-fck-off, The original text is in French and is on my tumblr here

Before getting married, like many other unmarried Muslims, I used to think marriage would be all rosy and make my life much better. In reality, it is you who decides to make your life better. To expect your spouse to magically make everything okay is an unfair expectation, they’re only human after all; like you they have flaws and weaknesses. Marriage is not a band-aid fix to your problems, marriage is helping each other by, standing by one another and fixing each other’s problems together

May Allah (SWT) bless our marriages and grant us wonderful spouses, Ameen.

I’m guessing that these three are going to end up being the female power houses of the new gen. And its pretty cool that they represent the Hidden Leaf, the Hidden Cloud and the Hidden Sand respectively (Despite two of them being Leaf kunoichi).

I hope they get to interact with each other.

yellowmagicalgirl  asked:

Just by plain ol' aesthetics, do you prefer the VF lions or the VLD ones?

trick question, DoTU’s corgi lions are superior to both

(i’m actually not a fan of mecha - i’m primarily interested in voltron for the characters, so i’ve paid very little attention on the lion front since it’s just not my thing. this is a question @ourdustytrails could answer in much better technical detail than i can!)

anonymous asked:

as a gay man that look sana gave isak, i know that look. gay ppl know that look. we see that everyday from homophobes judging ppl like us.

Is this… a joke? Sana is goin through a lot right now, an overwhelming amount of shit. So she didnt smile at Isak? So she came off distant and ‘judging’. She’s a fucking human being! I can tell you when I was at school and really depressed, i couldn’t smile at my friends, they thought i hated them bc i couldn’t give them the reaction that they wanted. Isak with a flower is the last thing Sana gives a fuck about right now, she’s internalizing so much pain right now but ofc yall think she’s homophobic now???

Sana has walked in on Isak and Even kissing THREE times, and in those THREE times she walked in on them kissing she’s been so so happy for them, smiling and everything. It’s so unfair of you to just say she’s acting homophobic just bc she couldn’t muster up a smile or something.

Introverts vs Extroverts

Note: This post is based in 100% pure science and should be taken incredibly seriously.

INTP: strange nerdy shit that makes no sense


INFP: i just wish everyone could be nicer to each other

ENFP: i just wish everyone could be nicer to OH LOOK A BUTTERFLY

ISTP: fuck everything

ESTP: fuck everything ; )

ISFP: life is so beautiful…especially flowers and kindness

ESFP: life is so beautiful…especially dat ass

INTJ: i’m going to take over the world and nobody will know it was me

ENTJ: i’m going to take over the world and everybody will know it was me

INFJ: everything is so unfair…

ENFJ: everything is so unfair but HAVE A HUG THAT WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER

ISTJ: must…follow…rules…

ESTJ: must…enforce…rules…

ISFJ: look i baked you some cookies


anonymous asked:

You know what this ship needs? A soulmate AU!!! Could you write that, pretty please? Or maybe just headcanons about it if that isnt too much to ask

(Maybe I’ll turn into in a fic but for now I’ll post headcanons)

You’re born with one word or a full sentence your soulmate will say that will be meaningful at some point. People are very wary about showing it so is not unusual to them to hide it and cover it up.

Clay’s mark says “Always” and Tony’s mark says “I love you”, both are pretty generic and not specific enough which makes both pretty unsure of who their soulmate is.

Accord to people there’s a different feeling the moment their soulmate says what is written in the mark. So when Brad says his first “I love you” to Tony he knows Brad is definitely not his soulmate, they break up shortly after that.

Clay knew Tony was his soulmate for months but he hide it. He knew it the night he was in the garage with Tony, upset about how unfair everything was, about Hannah and Jessica. He remembered everything about it, how frustrated and sad he was, how he asked Tony if he would help him and Tony said “always”, and he felt a shiver run down his spine, that moment he knew.

He didn’t had time to think things through. A lot was happening. He only stopped to consider it much later, knowing by then his feelings for Tony weren’t strictly friendship feelings and he was in love with him. He kept quiet though, after all Tony and Brad were together and happy, he would never ruin that.

When Tony and Brad breaks up Tony is not as sad and upset as Clay thought he would be. He still not sure what to do next, even if Tony is single now it doesn’t mea he feels the same way Clay feels.

A lot of pining follows.

Clay just has enough one time and confess in a sudden outburst. Finishing it with a whispered “I love you”, and Tony knows. He lift his shirts, and there in the left side of his chest there are the words “I love you”, Clay shows his too.

They love each other’s marks and are always kissing and tracing it with their fingers.

Remus Lupin lying under the covers, one arm tossed over his eyes to keep the sun, and the rest of the world, from creeping in. He’s particularly tired today, still feeling a little lunar and not at all prepared to do anything but nestle further into his mattress, ignore the scratch of the quilt lying forlornly over the duvet he tucks himself into.
“You’re going to be late!” Sirius addresses the long, unmoving lump that is his body, knowing that it won’t say a thing. The silence doesn’t really smart, though. He wrenches the corner of his best friend’s duvet off his body, but Remus’s grip is tight.
“Leave me alone.” He mutters, the top of his hair poking out over his pillow. He glances up, squints at Sirius, thick brows furrowing as he grumbles, and then tosses his body back into the comfort of his bed. “I’m taking a personal day.”
“Yeah,” Sirius rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’ll wash with McGonagall.”
“Tell her I’m a werewolf then. And that I’m sick of it.”
Sirius snorts. “I don’t think that’ll wash either.”
Remus sits up, staring forlornly at nothing in particular as he thinks to himself. His hands in his lap, hair soft and scruffy, he shakes his head and gestures for Sirius to leave.
“Go. You’ll be late. I’m just… going through that usual ‘everything is so unfair, why’d it have to be me, can God just give me an apology if he actually exists and not damn me to an eternal living hell’ mood.” He sighs heavily. Rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, and shut the door on your way out. You always leave it a bit open sometimes and it’s really annoying.”
Sirius nods, his arms across his chest and a stack of the morning’s letters in his hands.
Remus falls back under the duvet, staring upward at the ceiling with the sheets pulled up to his neck. Moments pass. He sighs.
“I don’t hear any signs of you leaving.”
“Ah!” Sirius laughs, breaking out of his seriousness. He pushes a stray piece of hair, long and curving, out of his eyeline. “How could I?! When I forgot to give you something important?”
Lupin forces himself forward once again, raising a speculative eyebrow at his friend, shoving a piece of parchment into his face.
“Would you check it out?!” He grins. “It’s a letter from God! Issuing you that apology and letting you know that you’re all he thinks about up in the clouds and would you please be kind to your absolute best pal Sirius Black for scoring you the favour of a written correspondence?! He doesn’t make time for just anyone, y'know. Not angsty teenage werewolves, either.”
Remus glares as Sirius smiles on, the grey of his eyes shining, the corners of his lips quirking smugly.
“You’re really fucking annoying,” Remus says slowly, fighting the smile about to break on his own face. “Did you know that?”

Here is this week’s Fic Rec!

1. Celebrity Discount by LoadedGunn

Words: 27k
Tumblr: @loaded-gunn

Louis fell for Prince Harry when he was ten and Harry was eight and peeked behind the Queen’s elegant gown for his first public appearance—a shy smile and a mess of curls. He fell for him when he caught Lottie putting up a magazine cover of Harry on her wall and all she had to say for herself was, “He’s such a good person, yeah?” and, yeah. He fell for him when Harry gracefully accepted his demotion. He fell for him when Harry came out and stayed out.

2. I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites

Words: 55k
Tumblr: @a-writerwrites

Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.

What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him.

3. Run and I’ll Give Chase by Madalynn_Bohemia

Words: 24k

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

Part 1 of Vampire AU

4. You Are in Love by wildestdreams

Words: 270k
Tumblr: @butyouneverdo

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

5. Truth Be Told (I Never Was Yours) by JustForTommo

Words: 76k

Harry watches Louis as he scrunches up his nose and bites the end of a pen in concentration. He’s been working on seating arrangements for the past hour and getting more frustrated by the minute. Louis huffs out a breath and glances down at Harry with a soft smile on his lips before he returns to the task at hand. It’s easy, right then, for Harry to let himself believe that they’re planning a seating chart for their own wedding and bickering over who is going to sit where from a list of their own family members. He can let himself daydream about a white picket fence and a dog that they could have within the next year.

It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen.

(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

Requested Rec

1. Thief by bloody_blade0

Words: WIP

Looking at something so delicate and stunning, Harry felt breathless.
He was a bouquet of pain, secrets and wild flowers.
He was renaissance.
He was beauty.
He was sadness and silence yet there was nothing silent about him.

He was Louis, he was painfully beautiful and Harry never felt more out of place, more inadequate to deal with the complexity of an universe fit in a body of fragile sharp bones and soft tones.
an au in which harry is a pop star who meets pale ocean eyes and wants to drown because everything is unfair when you’re world wide famous and meet the only person who’s never heard of you and you have friends who have known there were angels walking among humans and failed to notify you

Things I will never forgive the Arrowverse for #3485697: the missed opportunity that was an Iris-Laurel friendship
  • They have so much in common they would have been able to Relate™
  • Both had aspirations to join the police
  • Both had dads who were really shitty and wouldn’t let them
  • Both found different ways to bring truth and justice to their cities
  • Both trained from a super young age how to fight
    • Like the weakass heroes in their cities are late bloomers, ok, Laurel and Iris were handing people their asses from like time immemorial
    • Can we say Girls Boxing Night???
      • And they end up inviting like Thea and Caitlin and Linda and literally Every Girl, All The Girls
  • Both are older sisters who would literally die for their little sib
  • Both have dads who are again really shitty and hypocritical about keeping secrets
    • But they both love and care for them anyway?? Joe and Quentin do not deserve them???
    • No one does tbh
  • Both had mothers who left them
    • Iris having someone to help continue to work through the mess that is her grief and her bitterness at how unfair everything with Francine was because the writers did her dirty and just like dropped that storyline like it didn’t matter????
  • Both have lost people so, so important to their lives
  • Both get told on the regular that they cannot Do The Thing
    • And then they both do it anyway????? Stfu boys, this is a woman’s job
  • Both are literal rays of sunshine
    • The power of their combined smiles would be too radiant to be seen with mortal eyes
  • Just picture like, laughing over milkshakes about their vigilante dorks arranging masked rooftop meetings with them okay like as if anyone else could understand the hilarity
    • “he told me I was someone worth being on time for” “was he ever late again after that?” “like EVERY TIME, girl, what even was that about???”
  • Both are their own heroes
  • Both are iconic women with decades of comic book history who deserve so much better than these shows that are like just renting them out from DC lbr like respect the legacy you amateurs
  • Both have developed strong friendships with like everyone in their respective casts
    • Their friendship would just be like the epitome of that awesomeness?????????
      • Why did it not happen I am forever bitter?????????????