i am shouting

people in the k-pop fandom before an idol turns 18:

Originally posted by singfromthehair

people in the k-pop fandom at exactly 12:01am on at idol’s 18th birthday:

Originally posted by nudistbahorel

Originally posted by dawnchanworld

Originally posted by kee-yaw-nah

When bae texts you and you just stand there smiling at the notification 

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I am saved.” I’m whispering, “I get lost.” That is why I chose this way.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I am weak and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are too visible but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, which is why I seek HIS name.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge. I have no authority. I only know I’m loved.

—Author unknown

february thirteenth

summary: after a trip around the world, emma returns home to storybrooke, unprepared to be suddenly entwined in killian jones’ life thanks to ruby’s constant meddling, and her dad’s insistence that killian is off limits.

word count: ~12,000

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Ruby Lucas is by definition a meddler.

She’s the reason Emma works at Granny’s, she’s the reason Killian sits in the corner booth alone every morning at 7:00, and she’s the reason Emma holds an unending grudge regarding the morning of February thirteenth.

But that’s not how the story starts.

It starts with Emma Nolan driving through Storybrooke, Maine and bumping into Killian Jones on the sidewalk outside of Granny’s Diner not fifteen minutes into her forced stop in the tiny town.

Actually, the story starts a long time before that, during a time where Emma was dating a Class A asshole named Neal, but that’s less important.

Killian’s carrying a paper cup filled with steaming hot coffee when she bumps into him and the only reason she knows is because it splashes straight out of the cup and onto her favorite sweater.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he immediately blurts out. “I am so, so sorry, love.”

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I am glass, clear empty glass . . . No gesture can touch me. I’ve been dropped into all this from another world and I can’t speak your language any longer . . . I feel like a window, maybe a broken window. I am a glass human. I am a glass  human disappearing in the rain. I am standing among all of you waving my invisible arms and hands. I am shouting my invisible words . . . I am disappearing. I am disappearing but not fast enough.
—  David Wojnarowicz, from Memories that Smell Like Gasoline
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The Fanon Adventures of Steve Rogers (and friends)

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Sniffly Boys and Matching Sweaters - 23:45

Rei was feeling a little under the weather, so Mini bought them matching sweaters and invited him over for a Christmas-in-January party. They shared a bowl of soup, watched 80’s movies, and sipped on ginger tea. Needless to say, Rei was feeling much better.


ft. Rei Ohara by @plumbobsophy