Que mania feia de se achar insuficiente menina, você é linda, o Pai te ama, e se Ele te ama, o que é o amor, ou a falta de amor de outras pessoas pra te deixar cabisbaixa? Você é a menina dos olhos do Pai, a quem Ele escolheu muito antes de nascer.
—  Se ame, porque o Pai te ama.
A alegria vem pela manhã, pode ser que não seja essa manhã, ou amanhã de manhã, ou qualquer manhã dessa semana, mas a alegria vem, e ela vem mais forte que qualquer dor que você esteja passando, é tudo questão de tempo, de descansar, e de confiar.
—  O choro dura uma, duas, dez noites, o tempo de alegria está pra chegar.

Rock me real slowly
Put a bib on me
I’m just like a baby, drooling over you
The things you do

These days, I’m letting God handle all things above me
The things I can’t change are the reasons you love me
Listen, you can hear them calling my name
I’m all over the place, I can’t sit in one place
I’m not ashamed at all
Still findin’ myself, let alone a soulmate, I’m just sayin’
Feel like we one in the same, our relationship changed
That or it never existed
Whenever they say somethin’ bout us you listen
But fuck what they talkin’ about on your timeline
That’s cuttin’ all into my time with you
Forget what they talkin’ about on your timeline, yeah
Cause that’s cuttin’ all into my time with you
My time with you, my

Find Me - The Lost Episodes of Season 10

Present Day

Dana Scully jumped back into consciousness and looked around the dark and damp room. She felt a sudden tightness in her chest which rose to her throat and she coughed up a heap of dust and dirt, which was coating her lungs. She spat it out angrily, retching in horror. Her vision swayed and a pang of pain started to sear through her neck. Feeling tired and bruised she struggled with her restraints. She felt the coldness start to set in again, and she couldn’t see anything other than darkness, and the distant sound of water coming from a faucet, tap.. tap.. tap..

The sound was driving her crazy. She wasn’t sure how long it had been now. She closed her eyes and tried to think. 6 hours? May be 7? She wasn’t sure, but she was sure that she has been stupid – foolish. After all of these years she should have learned her lesson by now. People wanted to hurt her and Mulder - and she shouldn’t have trusted the informant that had come to her. Trust no one, right?

But she had wanted to believe him so badly. This was now her truth – her quest for answers.

She started to shiver in the cold. Her shoes were battered and covered in dirt, her laces open. She had been jogging this morning, as she did nearly every weekend she could to keep her fitness up. She had been ready to speak to Mulder in the morning about what had happened. She had been relieved that she would finally get a glimpse of William’s life – and that she would be able to see for herself that he was ok.

And then it had had all gone terribly wrong.

She hadn’t been armed. Not on a Sunday morning, not while she was enjoying her free time. Of course she hadn’t been expecting it. She had killer reflexes, but this had caught her completely off guard. Plus she had been listening to music, which she always did when she went to the gym or did some exercise. She had never expected this to happen, and she had been helpless. Mulder had not been there of course – they were not together any more so why would he be spending time with her on a Sunday?

She tried to regain her composure as the thoughts ran through her head. She couldn’t bear the thought of him worrying about her tomorrow when she didn’t answer his calls. She knew that he would be frantic and feeling helpless. She just hoped that she would get out of this alive by herself – or that somehow he would save her.

She stifled a sob as she struggled again with her restraints, feeling more helpless by the minute. A chair was underneath her and feet were tied to each leg. Her arms were strapped behind her, her hands tightly wound together. She felt a hot tear roll down her cheek as she felt the fear take over her.

No, she must stay strong. She was going to get out of this, she was more than capable.

Glancing over at the wooden door she looked at the padlock on it. That would be easy to pick, and the wooden door couldn’t be that strong. But her attacker had put the restraints on her skilfully, and even she was struggling. She had to get them off. She had to get out of there….

By MrsSpookyLiz

My fanfic - read this whole story and more on my page at

A vida é como um mar, a cada passo que você der, mais riscos você corre, mais você luta pra respirar, mais você tem que ter forças para não ser levado pelas ondas do mundo lá fora, mas com o tempo, com as quedas e com os caldos você vai aprendendo a enfrentar, a nadar no meio do caos até se manter firme novamente.
—  As muitas águas não vão te afogar.

p0stcard-fr0m-hell  asked:

In your opinion, what is the best multi-chap fic you've read so far? I've been out of this fandom for so long and I need something that'll draw me back in. (Also, this new season is greatttttt, but I have no idea what's going on because I haven't been watching for a season or two.)

Well I personally need to be drawn back into the Rizzles ff scene too. Here are a couple multichapter fics that I love that you might have not read:

Rain | Vez87

Dreams In My Head | Ashtreerose

Fall Apart | lespetitesmorts

Exquisite Agony | PantyHamsterJ

Disillusioned | PurpleCardi

Temping Fate | snugglejunkie

Autumn Rotting | SugarKane Montgomery

Falling | turtleback

Por tanto tempo eu chorei, e pedi pra não ter que acordar no outro dia e sofrer as retaliações dessa vida, foram tantas noites de tribulação, mas o Espírito me levou até a crucificação, onde nem o “afasta de mim esse cálice” de Jesus foi concedido, e ao pensar em tudo que Ele sofreu pra me ver vivendo uma vida de felicidade, e comparar com a minha eterna ingratidão chega a ser constrangedor. No momento, ainda acho que “morrer é lucro” mas enquanto eu viver, que minha vida seja dEle, porque através de mim seu sacrifício e amor serão proclamados.
—  Que seja feita somente a Tua vontade, e não a minha.
You pt. 1-- touch

Slowly, softly, gone…

The graze of your hand on mine spoke volumes

It was never a typical thing– nothing like you ever was

One finger tracing the cracks in my hand…

It felt like love letters that took you years to write 

Your fingers running down my knuckles, our legs intertwined, our unspoken goodbyes

I rolled over and saw you were gone

I looked for you everywhere 

Why does my hand feel such an absence when someone else is holding it?

The next time I touch your hand, I know I won’t be able to let go.

I’m exhausted faking the excitement of a single touch from the lover across the way 

I cannot recreate it. I cannot put it into words that live up to the feeling. I cannot find another. I cannot feel. I cannot love