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mama leia and bb-ben -  Be careful, Young one #SCARGATE

Ben has been through a series of face scrapes in his life. We can tell in the trailer for The Last Jedi that the cut he got at the end of The Force Awakens must have ~healed fully~. And the new scar must be from falling in the shower– like his grandfather before him  #ForgiveRianJohnson #scargate

//part V of a small collection of  Leia & BB-Ben doodle tributes for 🌹Princess Carrie Fisher🌹 i love you to alderaan and back. we treasure your memory and miss you so deeply! force clap if you believe <3 the stars twinkle in your name.

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uhm….i really can’t believe that i already hit 500?? and i remade like a week ago?? thank you all so much for following me and making this such an enjoyable place for me to be i love you all so much 💘 i’ve been here since 2010 when will i leave

so i decided to do a follow forever and include all the amazing blogs that i follow, i hope you all have a wonderful day and know how much you all mean to me 💐

☼ - i love you with my whole heart
♡ - favourite blogs that i would sell my soul for
💌 - hover there’s a love letter for you~

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jiyong and his precious laugh (●´□`)♡

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                                                 THANK YOU

                                                  (2013 - 2015?)

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Legend of the Seeker Rewatch  ↯  Prophecy {s01.e01.Nov.8th.2008}
‘’The truth of the words of the Book of Counted Shadows can only be ensured by a Confessor’’

Ever stopped communicating with someone not because you’re tired of being the first one to initiate stuff but because you just want to see if they’d notice, and they don’t? Do you then just kinda lean back, and think, ‘Ah, so this is where I stand with you…’

Like, I know I can’t force someone to miss me, but it would be so wonderful if they just show that their day was a little off without me. It could be the shortest text in the world, like a question mark, or even a ‘u ok?,’ and I’d be quite satisfied.

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so I will live my life
knowing I’ve got just one chance to make it right
hope will be on my side this time

I will live what I am dreaming of.

—what i’m dreaming of, trading yesterday

Here is my contribution to the Happy Tony Stark project! My assignment was the loveable, floppy-haired EMH!Tony. And of course I slipped in a bit of superhusbands in there, because that’s how I roll. We love you Tony! :)

I met you at a bus stop on a warm August night. You were a little drunk, probably off cheap whiskey, and a tad buzzed off of some hand rolled cigarettes. You later told me you were feeling brave with liquid courage. You never would have approached me otherwise.

“You look like a flower,” you said to me with a loose, sheepish smile.

I turned my head and stared at you. “A flower?” I said.

“Yes, beautiful like a flower.”

The bus pulled up and I looked at you for a moment before walking on. I turned around to answer you, but you weren’t there. I looked out the window and saw you, realizing that you hadn’t been waiting for the bus - you had been waiting for me.

The next night I got off work late, and walked to the bus stop. And there, on the bench, was a single sunflower. A note was attached to it, and I picked it up to read. 

‘I was wrong’, the note said, 'you don’t look like a flower, because your beauty doesn’t die. It’s breathing, living, expanding. Your beauty is forever.’

I purposely missed four buses that night until you finally showed up. And when you did, I asked you out to dinner.

—  Isabel Klee - Love Stories
Box of Sap PT. 3

Part One and Two

Holly wasn’t sure how to deliver Lux the letter Gail had written for her. She’d known right away how to give Hale his, the fourteen year old liked to keep his emotions mostly to himself, much the same way Gail did. So she left it on his night stand with tissues and a big glass of water, and left him to do with it as he wished. 

But Lux wasn’t so easy, she was filled with the sorrow and anger no nine year old should and though she was generally great with getting it out she was finding it difficult. For obvious reasons. Holly had stayed up all night re reading her own letter, watching Lux sleep and thinking of ways to give the girl her letter. 

After only two hours of shut eye Holly got out of bed, she needed to do something, all of this laying around and staring into space was starting to drive her stir crazy. She decided on breakfast, something she hadn’t really done since the morning it happened. 

Holly heard the light footfalls of Hale pacing his room and her heart clenched. He’d seen it and was coming to terms. So she left his plate on the counter and brought hers and Lux’s into her room. She’d been sleeping with Holly, unable to even close her eyes if not in someone’s arms. Holly was thankful for the company, also unable to sleep by herself and watching the slow rise and fall of their daughters breathing soothed her. 

The girl was still asleep, hair covering the pillow and arms and legs sprawled out, taking well over her side of the king sized bed. Holly placed the tray on her nightstand and lowered herself onto the bed, without even a stir from the sleeping girl. Holly ran her fingers through the soft blonde curls, “hey sunshine. It’s time to get up, you don’t want your food to get cold do you?" 

Lux groaned and curled into Holly’s side, burrowing her nose between the sheet and the brunettes leg. 

A few more encouraging words, some stretching and more groaning the blonde sat up. Holly’s heart melted, as it did every morning, the girl had the exact same grumpy sleep face Gail did. 

She wasn’t sure how she made it through breakfast before she turned to Lux, "there’s something I found for you. I wasn’t sure how to give it to you so I’ll just tell you and you can tell me if you want to read it alone, if you want me to stay, if you want me to read or if you are even ready for it." 

"You’re being weird just tell me." 

She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and slowly handed the paper to her daughter. 

Lux’s jaw clenched and her eyes grew into that glassy distant look she got every time Gail was brought up. 

"Is this what I think it is?” She whispered, not taking her eyes off of her name.

Holly wanted nothing more than to scoop the girl onto her lap, to wrap her in a blanket held tight by her arms and soothe every bad feeling away. But she knew better. One wrong move, one touch that wasn’t allowed, even one word that didn’t settle right would throw Lux into a fiery whirlwind. 

“It was tucked into the bottom of the box. We all got one.” Holly explained. 

Lux gave one solemn nod. 

“Do you want to be alone?” Holly asked and made a move to leave but was quickly held in place by a small hand clutching to her wrist. 

“Please don’t leave me” Lux whispered her plea.

Her voice was so small and vulnerable and panicked Holly couldn’t stop herself from pulling the girl close. To do just as her ever cell was yearning to do, to hold her sorrow filled baby. 

She held the blonde for what felt like hours but was really only twenty minutes, before Lux asked for a few things to help with the reading. So Holly reluctantly let go and gathered Gail’s favourite sweater, tissues and dimmed the lights. 

When back in the bed Lux asked Holly to put the sweater on and then she laid right on top of her, lining her small frame to fit her mothers, snaking her arm around her neck as the other clung to the loose fabric on Holly’s chest. 

Dear Lux, my second womb nugget, my baby girl, my sunshine. 

I used to think nothing shone brighter than the stars, then your mother came along and out did them. So when you came out with your bright blonde curls, your electric blue eyes and fair skin, your warm light voice and bright beaming heart, my world turned upside down. And when I told mom that you were the brightest thing that could ever exist she came up with the perfect -nerdy of course- name. Lux, it literally means light in Latin. Naturally you became my sunshine, and you always will be, no matter what. It could rain for months and I’d be okay because I have my very own sunlight. 

Baby girl, I know you’re hurting, hurting in a way I would sacrifice everything to change. If I know you and I think I do, you’re probably angry. You’re furious at me, at the world, at whatever happened and who ever was involved. You’ve probably given up. Now I’m going to be selfish in a second, I can’t help it so prepare. 

Please don’t give up. Please believe in the happiness you’ve blessed me with and don’t stop fighting for your own. Please forgive. Nothing is more damaging than brewing in anger. None of this will happen over night, it’ll take a lot of work and fight, but know it will be worth it. I know mom and everyone else misses your sunlight and it’s okay to have dark days, but life wouldn’t be the same without a little Lux so please fight. 

If you ever start to forget the way I look or smell or the sound of my voice, close your eyes as tight as you can, take a deep breath and go to our night. The night neither of us could sleep and so we cuddled on the couch and watched movies. The night you laid out on my chest and wrapped your little arms around my neck as I held you tight and played with your hair. The night we talked for hours about nothing and everything. The night I sang into your ear as we drifted off to sleep. I think of that night all the time and it helps me when I can’t sleep. 

I hope you know how much I love you, I hope I said it enough and showed it enough. I wish I had more days to make it clearer how grand it is. Baby girl, you have completed my life, I didn’t know how much I was missing until you showed me and for that I’m forever grateful. 

Lenox Grace Peck, you will forever be in my heart and I will always have your back. I’m more proud of you than you will ever comprehend. And I love you from here all the way around the galaxy, and back. 

 -Mama ( P.S. Be good, shine bright and make sure mom and Hale do the same)   

A/N: Otay this should be the last of the sad. No idea where it came from, but it happened and now I can try and focus on the happy fics that need to be written. Thanks for reading

After a momentary heart attack and ALMOST completed Twitter rant, that is how Castle ends AND I’LL TAKE IT! Farewell to an awesome TV show. I’ll miss you forever, Rick Castle, Kate Beckett, and Castle family. I’ll ALWAYS love you, ALWAYS rerun your episodes, and ALWAYS read Rick’s books!

Originally posted by crisistemporal