hearts and thoughts to devastated families

Now Or Never (Part 8)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word Count: 1,494
Warnings: Little bit of violence. Slight mention of blood.
Sequel: Part 8/? of Now Or Never

Thank you @lucis-unicorn for listening to all the ideas. And thank you Junebug for helping come up with this awesome twist :) 

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As You Fade From View

Authors Note: Based on this prompt from @h0lyheadharpies about Sirius falling through the veil into a parallel universe. Don’t really have any other notes. Hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 3200
Links: ff.net, ao3

Bellatrix sent a jet of red light at Sirius head and he ducked, laughing. He knew it would infuriate her, his dear cousin had always hated being mocked. Sirius also knew that while fury fired Bellatrix up for a fight, it also made her erratic, and if he could just throw her off balance…

“Come on, you can do better than that!” he taunted, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Bellatrix growled in response, and Sirius smiled, he was so close, any minute now she would lose it and start fighting more like a rabid animal than an intellectual dueler. Sirius opened his mouth again, another taunt bubbling on his lips, but another jet of red light hit him squarely in the chest before the words could spill forth. He felt himself lose control of his body as the stunning spell took effect and he fell backwards. He passed through something very warm, like a curtain of steam, and then hit the ground hard.

Sirius felt pain spread through his tailbone, and instinctively rubbed his hand over it as he sat up. It took a few seconds for him to realize that he should not be able to run his hands over anything. He had been stunned, he shouldn’t be able to move. Alarmed, Sirius looked at his surroundings, even more surprised to find that he was no longer in the Department of Mysteries. He recognized his new surroundings immediately, and they sent a pang of sorrow through his heart. It was Godric’s Hollow, the fountain in the center square to be precise.

Sirius looked around in confusion. How had he gotten here? Perhaps something in the Department of Mysteries had been a portkey. But then how had the stunning spell been lifted? A portkey would not do that. Sirius pushed himself to his feet and stepped closer to the fountain, staring at his reflection in the water. His face looked younger, with fewer lines and softer edges, as though the weight of grief and sorrow had been lifted from his body.

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{{Leonard Snart leaves his ass of a cat with Barry Allen while he’s off traveling through time. –I saw an idea like this a few weeks (months?) ago and I don’t know who posted it, but the inspiration for this drabble goes to them!}}

Even now Barry couldn’t quite remember how he had come to be responsible for the pint-sized, devil’s spawn that sat curled on his favourite chair in the living room. A few month’s ago Leonard Snart had appeared at his doorstep, much to the resident’s dismay, with the grey cat perched on his shoulder and a bag of supplies tucked under his arm. “Hey Scarlet, I’m calling in a favour.”


“I think we’re even, Snart.”


“Yeah, well, let’s just settle a future score then.” Barry hadn’t bothered to argue- He knew better than to waste his breath. However, looking back, he wished he had put up some sort of fight. As soon as Leonard left, after a few instructions that seemed comical coming from him of all people, the damned cat had lost it’s mind.


It was, not appropriately named, Angel. She was missing an eye, her tail was chopped in half, and she had a rather long list of medical problems.


And she hated Barry with a passion he hadn’t even encountered from the meta-humans locked away in STAR Labs. 

 
Although, to be fair, Angel didn’t care much for Joe, Wally or Iris, either.
She spent her days spitting and hissing at anyone who got too close, and hiding around the house. Her favourite pastime seemed to be sitting under the couch, waiting for Barry to walk by, and then darting out and nipping his ankles.

Another favourite hobby of hers was to stare at Barry for a disconcerting amount of time, eye wide and fur shaking, and then, without word, hiss and take-off running.

Barry had to feed her wet food at least twice a week or she would go on a hunger strike. She would position herself in front of her filled-to-the-brim food dish and yowl as loud as she could, parading through the house with a dramatic flair that seemed befitting to her.


She also had long, grey fur, which required a biweekly brushing. All Barry had to say on that matter was thank goodness he healed quickly.


Once Angel had taken residence on Barry’s bed when he was out, and when he went to lie down she had jumped up hissing, fur raising. The young superhero decided to sleep on the couch that night- He’d already dealt with King Shark, no need to bother himself with Queen Bitch.


She required a daily dose of medicine for all the things that riddled her. Most days she inhaled her breakfast with out noticing the pill buried within, but occasionally she nosed it off to the side and Barry had to chase her around the house- He thought being the Flash would make catching an angry cat and force-feeding it a pill a bit easier. He had never been more wrong in his life.

He hated the cat in return, and found himself wishing Snart would just come back for it. If they were trying to stop an evil tyrant from taking over the world, they might as well have one on their side.


He’d considered trying to shove it off on someone else a few times, but knew no one would be stupid enough to go for it. He was jealous of Caitlin, who’d promised to take care of Mick’s pet, a red beta fish named Mr. Bubble. She taught the thing to swim through a hoop, and brought it to work with her five times now. It was a damn fish but it and Caitlin got along far better than Barry and this four-legged demon ever would.


Or so he thought.


The day came when Zoom was back, bartering Wally’s life for the Flash’s speed. And he had consented. Wally was his brother, in some weird way, and Barry’s family would be devastated if something happened to him. Better to lose a superpower than to lose a life, Barry told himself, his legs burning as he ran on the treadmill.


The world was silent after Zoom rushed out with Caitlin in tow. Barry had run to the door, heart, legs, mind screaming at him. But there was nothing he could do. He was just human. He was back to being just Barry Allen.


Joe had taken Wally home, and Barry walked with Iris, saying nothing. When they stepped through the threshold Joe was waiting for them, asking a thousand questions, both West’s trying to make Barry feel better, get him to talk about it. He didn’t even know what to say.


He ran to his room as quickly as he could, which seemed painfully slow.
Barry sat on the edge of his bed, having closed and locked the door behind him, and put his head in his hands. The tears came, his body wracking with the sobs he forced to be silent. He felt fur against his head, and a tongue as rough as sandpaper against his brow.


He opened his eyes to see the blue one of Angel’s starring back at him.
Tentatively he lowered a hand to scratch behind her ears, and she started purring. She rubbed against Barry’s cheek, his tears dampening her fur slightly, though she didn’t seem to care in the least. She just continued her purring, kneading Barry’s lap and tickling his cheeks with her stump of a tail.


“You’re a weird cat, Angel.” He said through the tears, running his fingers through her fur. She meowed in turn, stretching up and rubbing her back against the underside of Barry’s chin.

swiftbridge  asked:

Jess the news of your dads passing breaks my heart. I am so sorry. my thoughts are with you & your family in this devastating time and please know i am here if you need anything at all. much love xx

Bridge my friend, your words alone do so much more than you know and I am so thankful for this message and for you buddy, so thank you

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry to hear about your cat. That is one of the worst, hardest decisions to have to make. We had to put our family dog to sleep three weeks ago and I am still gutted by it. Sending my thoughts and lots of good vibes your way.

Thank you for this message. I’m really sorry to hear about your dog too. It’s truly a heart-wrenching decision to make.

They bring us so much joy and it’s just so devastating when you can’t do anything more for them and you lose them.

Much love nonny and if you need to talk my inbox is always open.

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R. I. P. Alan Rickman

“There are no words to express how shocked and devastated I am to hear of Alan Rickman’s death. My thoughts are with Rima and the rest of Alan’s family. We have all lost a great talent. They have lost part of their hearts.” — JK Rowling

“Rickman was undoubtedly one of the greatest actors I will ever work with” — Daniel Radcliffe

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Many drivers past and present paid their respects as Jules was laid to rest, after succumbing to his injuries on Friday. I can’t even begin to imagine how devastated they must be, and my heart goes out to the family and all the drivers - those who never thought they would have to experience the passing of one of their own, and those who hoped and worked to try and ensure the horrors of Imola would remain in the past. And this weekend they will have to race.

Lotus driver Romain Grosjean, who was a close friend of Bianchi’s, greeted Felipe Massa, Nico Hulkenberg and Daniil Kvyat, as they arrived at the funeral service.

Jenson Button, Sebastian Vettel, Nico Rosberg and four-times champion Alain Prost were also there.

Bianchi’s coffin was carried into the cathedral, with Vettel, Massa and Grosjean among the pallbearers, while his helmet was also taken into the service. Two large portraits of the driver hung outside.

Bianchi was the first F1 driver to have died as a result of injuries sustained at a grand prix weekend since Ayrton Senna in 1994.

The FIA, motorsport’s governing body, said the number 17 that Bianchi carried on his car would be retired.

Green, coffee-stained eyes - Requested (Ashton)

@5sosaresquirrels requested: Hey so I have this idea. So maybe after her sister or best friend dies after giving birth to her baby, Y/N is listed as the legal guardian. Since she is only 18 or 19 at the time the family was iffy on it, but she refused to let the baby go anywhere else, so she takes the baby in? And maybe 1-2 years later, she is very protective and reserved of her life because of her “kid”, so she doesn’t date that much until she meets ashton or luke, and everything changes :)) 

 Note: so this might not be what you imagined when you requested it, but hope it’s ok nonetheless. Also: My stories really do concern coffee a whole lot… Not the worst thing I hope? So my stories here tend to be a little ‘heavy’.. Is that fitting for this kind of platform? What do you think? Should it be more light? Anyway THIS one is about loss and finding yourself. Hope you like it. :) 

Everything had been a blur since then. Life had passed by so fast, like you were falling down a hole, and you couldn’t stop the fall.
Since she passed away, everything had been tears, stress, life and joy. It’d been a big wave, a tsunami, flooding your comfortable life. It had been a wave of horror and the reconstruction-work had been the hardest you’d ever experienced. Having to pull yourself back together with the big responsibility that came with it for you, was crazy, and you were no way near ready for it at 18, but you grew accustomed to the job. And even despite all the loss, you’d been given the biggest gift in the world: A kid, and a piece of her heart, everywhere you went. And you were incredibly happy now, that you hadn’t listened to every single advice you’d been given. The only drive back then, was the desperate, completely disconsolate, beating broken-heart, that thought that that kid, was the only solution.

Your still broken heart, thought so too, to this day. Even though everything still seemed not quite alright.
Losing your sister, was devastating and horrible and everything that is bad in the world combined. She was beautiful and you missed her every day. She’d not been able to make it through the birth, because of her sickness. They were barely even able to save the kid.
Your family told you, probably to prevent you getting it, that you’d blame the kid. That it would never be truly yours. That’d you’d never be able to love it. And you were scared that they’d be right.

But little Ella was the most happy thing in your life. Your light and all your stars. She, without trying or doing anything, made you want to rediscover life again, after isolating yourself for the last few years.
You’d spend all your time with the little girl with your sister’s eyes and smile.
You had become blind to the world with responsibilities, and a set of eyes, that you never thought you’d ever see again.
And one day, you had realized, that you’d put life away. Put it away on a shelf along with all the other things you refused to think about.

Ella had made you realize that you needed to start living again. And so you did.
You were adjusting slowly. Taking long walks in the parks, going to the movies - by yourself and with your friends, whom were loving, understanding and kind and let you in to their lives again without hesitation.
You’d returned to your old work, instead of working at home. But doing all of this, you felt like you were losing a little piece of Ella; a little piece of your sister.

People would talk about the balance of life. The beauty of it.
You didn’t share that view, ‘cause the balance of life had never done you much good: A life was born, one was taken away. You started living again, you lost a little piece of Ella. You lived, you died, it was so simple, yet so frightening. You had forgot, and Ella had reminded you; you started living again.

And not in the way, that you’d never go outside, because you obviously would. You would just never BE. You wouldn’t isolate yourself to other people, you isolate yourself from the world, and going deep into a trance of schedules, stress, sorrow, little happy moments, a pair of green eyes with brown specks and clinging onto the little light that shone down on you.

You were now opening yourself up to the world. It felt raw, tender and wonderful.
You started doing the things you used to love. You had a hard time remembering how to do these things, and finding the ones you still enjoyed doing. You’d discovered that your love of sitting in warm, dusty coffeeshops were still the same. So you’d go sit there quite often.

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Walking out of daycare at 8AM, on a day off of work (you still didn’t work full-time) you felt yourself longing the world. Your apetite for all it had to offer you was immense.

You entered a little, dusty coffeeshop, you’d found walking around town. The smell of coffee and the heat and the noise was like a warm embrace. You ordered your cup and found a little round table with two chairs by the window to sit at.
You watched people walking by outside, and listened to the noise of the espresso machines and chatter and newspaper pages being flipped. Everything felt calm and right in the little, old coffeshop.

You took a sip of your big coffee mug and sighed, closing your eyes.

“Hey, um, excuse me? Is this seat taken?” A male voice interrupts your trail of thoughts.
You open your eyes and meet a pair of green eyes. You feel a sudden sting in your gut. Her eyes.
You pulled yourself out of your trance, shaking your head lightly. He took that as a no, and smiled, sitting down.
You looked at his eyes, they were scanning the coffeeshop before landing on the mug in front of him,and he blew away the steam before taking a sip. He looked back up at you, catching you staring, and you looked down quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly from his seat.

You decided to start a conversation, instead of sitting in this mildly awkward silence;
“Hi, I’m (Y/N). Sorry, I was staring. You just reminded me of someone I haven’t seen in a really long time.”
He smiled a big smile, which was a smile that could melt hearts. You couldn’t help but smile yourself.
“Oh, hey. I’m Ashton. Someone good, I hope?” His smile grew as he spoke.
You turned your head down towards the table, smiling. A few strands of hair fell down in front of your eyes. “Someone amazing.” You nodded assuringly, looking back up at Ashton.
“Wow, I want to know who it is now!” He laughed wholeheartedly.
Your smile faltered slightly. You didn’t mind talking about your sister. You had had bigger challenges since her passing, and you’d quite quickly learned how to deal with it. You just never really had had to talk to a stranger about it. It felt weird and wrong.
When you looked up, to change the topic or brush it off, your eyes met hers. Her green sparkeling eyes. You felt something thightening in your throat, while at the same time, it felt like you could finally let something go.
“My big sister.” You smiled sadly, nodding.
Ashton being confused shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He took a swig of his drink. “You haven’t seen her in a long time?..”
He started talking again before you could answer: “-you don’t have to tell me anything. We have litteraly just met. You shouldn’t feel obligated to sharing your family drama, or whatever it is.” He rambled, throwing his hand wildly about, almost hitting the elderly woman sitting next to you. You both started laughing.

You’d told him the story about your sisters passing. He told you how sorry he was, to hear about your loss. You told him about Ella. He said she sounded like the sweetest child in history.
“So what reminds you of her? In me i mean? The beard?” He tried to lighten the mood. You appreciated it and laughed along with him.
“Yeah, the scruff is exactly like hers.” You grinned at him.
“Scruff? What are you talking about? This is as good as it gets!” He pointed at the stubbles on his chin. You chuckled again.
“No, but really? It’s the eyes. She had these green eyes with brown pecks. I used to call them coffee-stained eyes, because she would drink so much coffee, that i assumed that’s how they came about.” You smile at Ashton, memories of the two of you laughing together, over the steam of a coffeepot.
He smiled back at you. “That’s beautiful.” His eyes were full of compassion and love.
You looked him in the eyes. “When Ella’s dad left her, when he found out she was pregnant, she used to sing me a song she’d written. About how her coffee eyes would cry coffee tears and burn lines down her cheeks. That’s when she started to get sick. She stopped drinking coffee then too.”

You two stayed at the café for hours. Talking about your sister. Ashton’s family and his father. About life and isolation. About his band and his dreams. About Ella and all the love in the world that could be found in the depths of her eyes. And as you two sat and talked all day, you started opening up, finally. You let go, as you were sitting listening to a story of Ashton’s, a smile spread across your face as you listened. You, after knowing the man for a few hours, found yourself falling in love in the depths of his eyes. His tousled curls that fell down in front of his eyes as he talked warmly about the experiences he had had on the road, warmed your soul. His green coffee-stained orbs flickered around the room, seemingly not being able to find the right place to land, then landed on yours and stayed there.

The two of you, finding yourself folded neatly in the small space in the dusty coffeeshop, finding yourselves in the eyes of one another.

And deep, deep down, you knew that life would be alright.

- Tessa x

Anton was such a beautiful , gentle soul . He sought out new life experience with an unabated passion . He was edgy , incredibly talented and beautifully knowledge . His smile was radiant and mischievous . Truly an old soul in a young mans body . He was a loving son . My heart , thoughts and prayers are with Antons family. Im devastated. Godspeed you gorgeous man. 

Karl’s latest instagram post. </3

OMFG.  I’M A MONSTER.

I was thinking about what would happen to Ma Pines after Stan was kicked out and I thought, “What if she got sick an died a few years after Stan left,” because that’s a completely okay thing to think about.

AND FUCKING DAMNIT MY HEAD TAKES THINGS TOO FAR.  Stan is devastated because he loves his momma with all his heart and he never got to say goodbye.  But he pulls himself together and goes to the funeral.  Only to be stopped by motherfucking Filbrick because he’s “no longer a part of this family” (OHMYGOD WHAT IF HE BLAMED STAN FOR MAKING MA PINES SICK BECAUSE OF HIS ABSENCE) so Stan couldn’t even go to his own mother’s funeral.

AND THEN YEARS LATER FORD AND STAN ARE FIGHTING AND FORD USES THE “You didn’t even come to our mother’s funeral” CARD AND STAN IS SO HURT AND SCREAMS AT FORD THAT HE TRIED AND EXPLAINS EVERYTHING WHILE HE’S CRYING AND JUST FALLS TO HIS KNEES BECAUSE EVERYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM AND EVERYTHING HURTS.

anonymous asked:

Umm I am sorry for disturbing you, if it's okay, Jumin and MC playing 20 questions, and like they get to know each other's insecurities, reassuring each other and all (Same anon who requested hide and seek game XD sorry if I am annoying you)

You are never disturbing me, don’t worry! I love getting asks and requests and you’ve been very sweet. I’m happy to write this for you!

Also I had like no idea what 20 questions was before I researched it I thought I was hip with the crowd

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“Love?” Your husband approached you, curiosity painting his face. “Have you heard of a game called twenty questions?” 

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’ve heard about it multiple times, and I’d like to play it.” He exclaimed, sitting down across from you. “Would you like to join me?” 

“Sure!” You chuckled. “What type of category do you want to do?” 

“Favorites and least favorites?” 

“Alright,” You tapped your chin, trying to come up with ideas. “How about you think of your least favorite thing, and I’ll try to guess it?” 

Jumin nodded, his mind processing through all the sorts of things before he finally spoke up. 

“Okay, I’ve got something.” He folded his lips. “It’s something that’s alive.” 

“Is it something I know about?” 

“Yes.” 

“Is it an animal?” 

“No.” 

You frowned. “A person?” 

“That’s right.” 

You had narrowed your eyes in confusion.

There was only person who came to her head straight away.

“Is it…her?”

There was an uneasy feeling that crept into your heart at the mention of his mother. 

You knew how her actions distorted his views when he was younger, and it left you a bit unsettled at the thought of her. 

He glanced away, his body tensing. “…No. She’s very close, however” 

His mother had nearly drained the family of their income, instead spending her time on reckless shopping sprees. 

She hadn’t meant any harm, you knew that much, but the affect she had was devastating. 

And it never quite clicked in her head that her actions were wrong. 

You sighed, taking his hand and squeezing it comfortingly. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” 

“It’s okay darling, I’ve told you about her. It only makes sense that she’d be a possibility. I know you had the best intention.” 

You still could never quite bring yourself to let go of his hand. 

Yet the questions still spilled.

“Is it someone I know?” 

“Yes.” 

“Am I on bad terms with them?” 

“No.” 

One question after another, as though being read off of a list. 

Until, you reached the end.

You couldn’t wrap your head around him despising someone. 

He hadn’t told you that was the case at least. 

“I give up.” You scrunched up your nose, furrowing your brow. “Who is it?”

“I think I’m a bit glad you didn’t figure it out. It would’ve left me…a bit sad in a way.” He frowned. “It’s…me.” 

You froze.

Him? 

He hated himself?

“What…?” 

“I know…” He sighed, as though it was leaving his throat dry and voice hoarse. “I know to many I seem like the perfect person…but before I met you I was hiding behind a mask of sorts.” He tightened his grip on your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles. “I hid all of my rampant emotions and knotted strings so that the world wouldn’t see what a disaster I actually was. I didn’t think they’d understand…I didn’t think they’d accept me. People prefer the seemingly perfect, cool and collected businessman, not the confused and withheld person that may be hidden beneath.” 

You soaked in his words, and crept closer to him, shifting to sit in his lap. You laid your head on his shoulder, your fingers weaving through his hair tenderly. “Well, if it means anything, I think you’re a wonderful person.” 

He warmly grinned. “You’re the first person I’ve ever opened up to, did you know?” He continued, his words soft. “You make me feel as though I could be seen for who I am by the rest of the world. It may sound odd but…you make me feel human, instead of the statue, I pretend to be. You make me feel truly loved.” 

You swore tears pricked at your eyes, your breath hitching as you sat up and gently pressed your lips against his. 

“You are truly loved.” 

He closed his eyes, truly content.

“As are you. Don’t ever forget that.” 

He wound his arms around you protectively, as if you may disappear with the next passing breeze. 

You sat in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the other’s presence until you spoke. 

“Okay, I’ve got something.” 

“Oh?” 

“It’s my favorite thing.” 

“Any free hints?” 

“No, I think it’s pretty clear.” 

And so, he began to ask.

“Is it alive?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do I know of it?”

“Yes.” 

“Is it Elizabeth 3rd?” 

“As fantastic as she is, it’s not.” You said through laughter.

“Is it an animal at all?” 

“No.” 

“So it’s someone?” 

“Yes.” 

“Is it someone I know?” 

“Yes.”

And as surprised as you were, he didn’t figure it out.

He stared, perplexion glimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. “Who is it then?” He asked. “I’ve thought of nearly every possible person.” 

You smiled. “It’s you!” 

He didn’t even appear to realize at first. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m positive!” 

“I’m…your favorite thing…” He laughed lightly. “I never thought I’d be someone’s favorite.” 

“Well, you’re mine.” You huffed. “You made me feel wanted and cared for. I always worry if I’m saying the wrong thing, or if someone dislikes me. Being abandoned is one of my biggest fears, to be…forgotten.” A chill ran up your spine. “But I don’t have to worry about that with you. I know that no matter what you’ll always stay by my side.” 

However, your chills were replaced with a loving warmth as your husband kissed your temple gently. “Personally, if you asked me, I don’t understand how others can’t see what a blessing it is that you’re in their lives.” 

“You always say such kind things.” You hummed. 

“Kind…” He smirked. “I must have gotten that kind of influence from my favorite thing.” 

“And what’s your favorite thing?”

“You of course.” 

Goblin - What We’ve Got So Far

tvN’s Goblin reached its 12th episode on last Saturday (Jan 7) and it means we only have 4 episodes to the final. Honestly I feel a bit shocked when I reached episode 11 and 12, although I already prepared myself for all the revelations, I think I didn’t prepare myself for the plot twist.

So, these are what’s important we’ve got so far till episode 12:

1. The revelation of the Grim Reaper and Sunny’s past life. Viewers already guessed their past life far before episode 10-11 and we got it right. While Sunny already know her past life (that teary kiss, ugh), the Grim Reaper still has no idea who is he in past life and what sin he did and all he could do is just guessing that he is Wang Yeo… until Kim Shin confirm it.

Don’t, please don’t break up :(

2. The revelation of the Yoo Deok-hwa’s identity. So, the fact we’ve got from episode 12 is Deok-hwa is possessed by the almighty. I’ve read some tweets told that Deok-hwa only possessed when he’s drunk but I don’t think so. He’s sober when asking the Grim Reaper to help him erase people’s memory, he’s sober when told Eun-tak that Sunny is Kim Shin’s sister in past ife, he’s also sober when he said he found Eun-tak in ski resort. I really couldn’t think Deok-hwa just possessed by the almighty, that he’s must be “something”, and I desperately need the answer if he’s really “something”.

I replayed this scene many times and still got goosebumps. Yook Sung-jae really did a good job portraying the possesed Deok-hwa and back to the normal Deok-hwa. Anyway, I feel very satisfy with Yoo Deok-hwa’s character development and I feel very grateful that Sung-jae chose this role, he’s really fit the role!

3. The reunion of bro-sis. The Grim Reaper not only helped Sunny remember her past life as a Queen (and the Grim Reaper is her King), he also helped Sunny remember her warrior brother, Kim Shin. The reunion of this sibling brought tears to me, since Kim Shin really miss Kim Sun a lot :’)

4. The cruel fate of Goblin and his bride. Another plot twist for me. Everything was fine till it reached the end of episode 8. The goddess of birth met Kim Shin and told Shin to choose: whether Eun-tak pull his sword and he return to ashes or Kim Shin still alive while Eun-tak will die… because the reason why Eun-tak born to the world is to be a goblin’s bride and do her job to help the Goblin die in peace. The goddess of birth also told Shin that the death will always come to Eun-tak until she pull the sword. 

UGH MY HEART.

5. THE RETURN OF THAT EVIL EUNUCH FROM GORYEO, PARK JOONG-WON! This is really a plot twist and unexpected! I really got goosebumps while watching the scene where that evil eunuch appeared and reached Eun-tak. I really didn’t see it coming! What is his plan after hiding from Shin for 900 years? How come Shin couldn’t kill him? I DESPERATELY WANT THAT EVIL EUNUCH TO DISAPPEAR! 

No, I won’t attach any pictures of him.


After the devastating episode last week, it seems we’ll get another devastating episodes this Friday and Saturday. What I guess is the story of Wang Yeo after his order of killing Kim Shin and his family - including his Queen and the relationship between Kim Shin and the Grim Reaper after the revelation (and I have a little wish Deok-hwa will contribute to solve this). The preview for episode 13 really breaks my heart into pieces :(

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Chris Squire          4th March 1948 - 28th June 2015

Christopher Russell Edward “Chris” Squire was an English musician, songwriter and singer, best known as the bass guitarist and backing vocalist for the progressive rock band Yes.

It’s with the heaviest of hearts and unbearable sadness that we must inform you of the passing of our dear friend and Yes co-founder, Chris Squire. Chris peacefully passed away last night in Phoenix Arizona, in the arms of his loving wife Scotty. - Yes Official

“Utterly devastated beyond words to have to report the sad news of the passing of my dear friend, bandmate and inspiration Chris Squire.” - Geoff Downes

“Very sad to hear of Chris Squire’s passing. We were friends for over 45 years. My thoughts and prayers are with his family.” - John Wetton

I am desperately heartbroken and distraught at this tragic news. Chris will be missed by so many, but let’s focus our love and strength on those who knew and loved him the most. This is such a huge loss and a sad farewell to one of my biggest heroes. We were so lucky to have him and we should celebrate his immense talent and the incredible life that he lived. Thank you for everything, Chris. We will love and miss you every day.

R.I.P Fish, Schindleria Praematurus

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The New Normal

Sandy was exciting for exactly five powerless seconds.

Until the storm surge rushed up the street and you realized you probably should’ve accepted an invitation to spend the storm not-alone.

Also, you should’ve bought more ice.

Three days later, there’s still neither power nor fresh water below 30th St., but you’ve already fled for higher ground.

You’re presently living in a girlfriend’s living room with your best gays, and you’ve checked in with your family and on people like Phyllis.

Everyone’s living out of a backpack, but no one’s lacking—not when there’s toilets that flush, phones that charge and refrigerators that hum capably. In fact, no one can remember the last time they felt so conscious of—or grateful for—the luxury of friendship.

“Words cannot convey the devastating loss we are all feeling right now,” said a statement from Francis Lawrence, Suzanne Collins, Nina Jacobson, Jon Kilik and Jennifer Lawrence on behalf of the “Hunger Games” cast and crew. “Philip was a wonderful person and an exceptional talent, and our hearts are breaking. Our deepest thoughts and condolences go out to his family.” (x)

Words cannot convey the devastating loss we are all feeling right now. Philip was a wonderful person and an exceptional talent, and our hearts are breaking. Our deepest thoughts and condolences go out to his family.
—  Statement from Francis Lawrence, Suzanne Collins, Nina Jacobson, Jon Kilik, and Jennifer Lawrence on behalf of the cast and crew of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay 1 & 2

gravityfallsgirl-deactivated201  asked:

I have a job for the Markiplites: Wade is in a bad place right now due to some family concerns. The community should send him words of encouragement and love!

For people who need some context:

Wade is honestly such a sweetheart and he was super kind when I met him at Indy. He’s suffered a great deal of loss in his family already so life has been pretty rough for him. Please send him your good thoughts, my grandfather went through prostate cancer and I lost my other grandfather early to heart disease, so I know how scary and devastating news like this can be.

Be kind to Wade, let’s do some good.

-Woo

1500. 2500. 4000. Each day I check the news reports, it seems like the death count in Nepal keeps getting higher and significantly higher. It is unfathomable to grasp the measure of devastatation to have the entirety of your life - your family, your country, your livelihood - and everything you thought you knew be entirely struck down at a single moment. How trivial my complaints about finals and the stress of the end of the year now seem in comparison, for the stability of food on my plate, the solidity of a shelter, and the reliability of knowing where my family is at all times are things that I still have to keep me alive. In the stress of finals, find it in your hearts to look at the larger picture of devastation that is occurring around us. Please, please pray for Nepal during these hard times. 

To the Glee fandom:

We’ve said it before: we’re with you.

We were devastated to learn Cory Monteith passed away one year ago tonight. After all, we’re fans, too. We understand all too well that this day is a difficult one for many.

We believe that the weapon we have is love. Cory once said that “love is how you stay alive even after you’re gone.” And from what we’ve seen, Cory’s not going anywhere.

Our thoughts and hearts go out to Cory’s family, friends, and fans.

Words cannot convey the devastating loss we are all feeling right now. Philip was a wonderful person and an exceptional talent, and our hearts are breaking. Our deepest thoughts and condolences go out to his family.
—  Jennifer Lawrence, Mockingjay director Francis Lawrence, author Suzanne Collins, and producers Nina Jacobson and Jon Kilik joint statement following the news of Hoffman’s death.