i just missed seeing their smiles

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i never thought this day would come….i never ever ever ever thought i’d have the opportunity to fly out to the other side of the country and meet my very best pals so we could see our boys together…life is truly magical, my friends. dreams do come true ;u;

i love u @sluthyun @jjongeyed and @jong-fetti :’) i love u guys so much..and the smiles in these photos couldn’t even do my happiness justice. i just..i’ll never forget this day.

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.

I literally just cant. Sometimes are you guys hit by the fact, that Lexa the stoic Commander, with the wisdom of generations, fell in love with a smol girl who fell from the sky? She bared her soul to her, and she protected her, and improved and changed her entire life and the ways of her people for that small bi bean?

She was so beautiful. And strong. And just…. Powerful. She moved us all. She inspired so many of us. She inspired hundreds of thousands of us to revolt against the media and their view of the lgbtq youth. She changed the lives of so many

For me, the most powerful yet heartbreaking scene was one of her very last happy moments. That smile, that smile she gave Clarke as she leaned down to kiss her on the bed. Do you guys remember? That smile. It was like… Seeing her for the first time. Happy. Relieved. Satisfied. She looked so beautiful. And raw. And fucking amazing.

I miss her so much

soft klance things

  • keith always straightens out the hems of lance’s shirts because them being folded bothers him. lance just smiles and lets keith do his thing
  • whenever keith gets into a Mood, lance’ll come and lay his head in keith’s lap and start talking, about anything, just to see if he can make keith smile. 
    • and when keith finds lance crying at night because he misses his family, he takes lance’s hand and kisses each finger. 
    • “one,” he says, counting after each kiss. “two. three.” they both count, and on ten their mouths meet and lance feels a little more calm, focused. 
  • keith gets out of the shower and his long hair is sopping wet, so he shakes it like a dog to get lance all wet. 
    • “stop! you’re the worst!” lance is yelling, but he’s also laughing.
    • his revenge is to take a towel and vigorously rub keith’s head until his hair poofs out. afterword he’ll sit, legs spread out and keith between them resting against his chest, and brush out keith’s hair. 
  • early morning jogs around the halls of the castle, talking softly to one another, voices echoing in the quiet.
  • lance finds a machine in the castle that takes sound and converts it into a holographic light display that fills a room. 
    • lucky for them, keith’s ipod was in his jacket pocket when blue abducted them. 
    • he plays soft vintage melodies from the beginning of the millennium while he and lance slow dance. lance’s arms are looped around keith’s neck, keith’s head resting on lance’s shoulders. soft blue lights like waves fill the room and pass through them.
    • “does this count as a bonding moment?” keith asks slyly, still not letting that go. 
    • lance grins and kisses him. long, and deep as a well, savoring it, savoring keith.. “Hm…I guess so. I’m cradling you in my arms, aren’t I?”
I lied to myself. The truth is I’m still mad in love with you. I still think about you, your kisses. I miss you so much and it breaks my heart to see how you’ve moved on so easily. You didn’t deserved me, you and I both know that. I ended things with you because I wanted to make you suffer, but I’m the only one in pain. I’m the only one crying while you are smiling like if our love was just a bad memory. You broke my heart and you don’t even know that. Even if I’m the one who can’t breath right now, I’m still wondering if you’re happy wherever your are.
—  detoutetderien 

For @k6034​. Thank you so much!

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they go to the bar that night. He just drags his friend along with him when he goes out for the night, ready to shoot some pool and drink some beer.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they laugh together at the bar, Dean telling Cas funny stories from his childhood. He just wants to relax, and it’s nice to remember the good times. It’s even better to see Cas smile like that. Like maybe he’s relaxed too.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they move to the pool table. He just likes how strong Cas looks with his coat billowing behind him and that serious expression on his face. It’s just nice to have someone like that on his side. Someone he can trust.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when Cas pouts at missing shot after shot. “I understand the physics of this,” Cas tells him, “but I can’t seem to line the shot up correctly to achieve it.” Dean slides in behind him without thinking, because Dean’s a pro and knows he can show his friend the proper way to shoot.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as they bend over the table together, Cas’ solid body beneath Dean’s, their hands touching. But he does know that this feels different, that Cas’ face isn’t normally this close, that his own heart doesn’t usually pound this way.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as he keeps correcting Cas’ shot, curling closer and closer, forgetting that he’s supposed to keep space between them, that he shouldn’t hold his hand over Cas’ that long afterward.

But Dean knows he’s in love with Cas when Cas leans in and kisses him, soft and slow, lips curling up in a smile over Dean’s mouth, silently saying it’s about time, I’ve been waiting.

And from the look on Cas’ face when he pulls away, Cas knows Dean’s in love, too.

His (C.H.)

Originally posted by dimplelashton

A/N: This imagine (and the next couple of parts following this) are based on text post that some bloggers that I follow reblog. This will most likely have three parts to it (including this one). Sorry that I haven’t written in a long time. I didn’t have much inspiration. I hope you enjoy this though :)

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“I’d be his if he asked.”

“Y/N!”

I turned away from my locker to see one of my very few friends making her way towards me. I smiled as she got closer. “Hey, Pheebs. What’s up?”

“You’re not doing anything tonight, are you?” She asked.

I turned back to my locker. “Just studying, per usual. Why?”

“You’re not going to the game?”

I shook my head as I shut my locker. “No.”

“You’re really going to miss the game to study on a Friday night instead?” She asked me incredulously.

I clutched my books to my chest. “You know I don’t do well in crowds.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Not even for a Calum Hood?”

I flushed. “He doesn’t even know that I exist.”

She rolled her eyes. “You two have gone to the same school since the fifth grade and practically had almost the same classes since freshman year. How could he not know that you exist?”

I shrugged. “I’m a nobody.”

“Y/N!”

“What? It’s true. I’m shy, I barely have any friends, I keep quiet in class, and the only club I’m active in is the music club.”

“But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know you.”

I sighed. “If I just say yes to going tonight, will you drop the whole ‘Calum knows I exist thing?’”

She smiled triumphantly. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six.”

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It truly breaks my heart that Mark still doesn’t feel like he’s apart of GOT7…even after all this time. I just want him to know you are loved by them and us, remember it’s 7 or never, Jackson didn’t just say that because it was the right thing to say…he meant it. We can’t see GOT7 without you. We’d miss that high pitched laugh when you’re really tickled, the way you switch between English and Korean, your savage attitude, and most of all that bright and beautiful smile, I know men don’t like hearing this but you are beautiful man. I hope your attitude changes in the future, we love you and most importantly GOT7 loves you. Without you we’d have no complete rap line, please continue to smile and stay happy. ❤

Maybe he doesn’t miss you after all, but I know he still thinks about you.

He’s driving down the road and he sees the exact spot where you wrecked his car. He thinks about the way you had tears in your eyes and couldn’t stop saying you were sorry.

He’s going through his closet and sees the shirt you got him for his birthday. He thinks about the way you were biting your lip as he opened it, just hoping he’d love it.

He’s walking down the grocery store aisle and sees your mom. She smiles at him, and she looks so much like you. He wonders how you and your family have been. He hasn’t heard from you in so long.

He’s looking for his old notebook and stumbles across the scrapbook you gave him. He could never bring himself to throwing it away. He can’t help but opening it, and his heart beats a little faster as he turns the pages.

He’s on your road for the first time in months, and looking at your driveway is almost painful. All he can see is you running out of your front door, smiling from the east to the west, jumping into his arms.

So maybe he doesn’t miss you after all, but I promise he still thinks about you. You were kind, you were caring, and you were brave in the way you loved him.

That is a love he will never forget.

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #94 // It still matters even if it wasn’t meant to last forever

I don’t know if this was point out by someone else, but… By the scene goes we know Sherlock just left Rosie with John, and maybe retrieved near the fireplace… can we observe the fact that after checking the flat, smiling at John holding Rosie, she goes straight (and enthusiastically) to Sherlock?? 

Like:

 “Wow this is looking good!”

“Hey John, hi sweetie”

“Hello honey! I missed you!*

T-Minus 15 sleeps until BMAM-Mass!  In the spirit of @thepurrbutton ‘s wonderful series reminding us just how nuanced, complex and wonderful Bernie Wolfe is, I was thinking again about this piece of dialogue from Back in the Ring

“Well how about this, Serena Campbell, Occam’s Razor. For every accepted explanation of a phenomenon there are an incomprehensible number of possible and more complex alternatives.”

It seems to me, the perhaps Bernie could apply this to her relationship with Serena when she returns home. Her whole life has been dominated by difficulty with emotional choices.  But now, if she’s brave enough….

Serena Campbell. An incomprehensible, more complex alternative.

Extra Serena Campbell Bonus as illustrated with shitty, poor resolution screenshots.  This is Serena’s face in the exact moments when Bernie begins to say her name. Bernie and Serena are verbally sparring as they walk down the hall and Serena’s face is fairly neutral but the moment Bernie says her name, Serena’s face lights up in a smile that could power Holby. Tell me this ins’t the look of someone in love.

Imagine Naruto trying to lowkey flirt with his regular stoic customer. He comes in at the same time everyday, gets the same black coffee and doesn’t give Naruto any kind of reaction to his advances! The only reason he even know the guys name is because he has to ask for it to put on the man’s drink. Naruto gets nowhere and ultimately just gives up. It’s only then that Sasuke starts a conversation with him. Naruto of course is thrown off by the others change in behavior and questions it.

“You looked down. I’m used to seeing you always smiling. I guess I just missed it.”

“Oh, uh. Thanks?”

“Also I miss being entertained at your horrible attempts to woo me.”

I am not depressed. I can still smile at pretty things and laugh when jokes are funny. I can still talk to people and enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside, when I am alone, there is something broken. I fall into a sadness so sweet that it engulfs me. I look in the mirror and I don’t like what I see. The tears always fall when I’m falling asleep. And I miss something that doesn’t exist.
I am not depressed. I’ve just been sad for a while. But I can still find the light. I can still smile.
—  Unknown

#when will the Original Iwatobi Relay Team come back from the war

I was feeling nostalgic earlier and i skimmed through the high speed manga and i remembered again how much i love my tiny rarepairs, like makorin who are adorable and smiling up there because they were friends and also had fondness for each other.

and also i saw this tiny panel

it’s smol and like… at the back of a Very Important Haruka panel but this made me smile so much because this was the scene before Nagisa went to say “I’m really nervous!” all smiley at Haruka??? this implies that he was more nervous and worried but rin talked to him so he’s kinda more smiley after?? that’s such a cute small detail!!! also rin and nagisa are so touchy, i appreciate my cuddle buddies being on #brand.

i love nagirin so much ok

Nothing Pt. 2 (Jungkook/Reader) Ft. BTS

Genre: Angst X Slight smut

Words: 3,774

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: When I first met her, I could see a younger Y/n. (Warning: slight smut, mature themes, and swearing)

If you haven’t read the first part, you are missing out. Find it here in this link.

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There are so many things I feel when I see you. I feel good, broken, sad, nostalgic and in love. How could I feel those all at once? I feel good because I know you’re doing well and well, I just get to see your beautiful face. I feel broken because when I see your dashing smile, I know it’s not for me. I feel sad because I know I want to be snuggled up next to you admiring your every move while you just live. I feel nostalgic because 2 years ago, you were with me and we were just meeting and figuring each other out and little did we both know it’d turn into something magical. I feel in love because ever since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. I knew you were the one and I waited for you, and soon enough our paths crossed and things just got better. And to this day, I still feel everything I used to feel with you and I miss having you here with me. I hope you at least feel something when you see me.
—  AG
Alan Rickman...

Alan Rickman, a man who has given all of us a light that we couldn’t see.

Alan Rickman, a man who gave us all hope.

Alan Rickman, a man who made us all smile, laugh, cry, scream - all at the same time.

Alan Rickman, a man who was loved by many - whether he knew it or not.

Alan Rickman, a full year has passed since your death. You blessed our lives with your amazing acting, kind heart, and wonderful personality. Thank you for everything you’ve given us. When you died, a piece of my heart died too.

Alan Rickman: 1946-2016….you are forever missed and so loved.

And Rima Horton, our hearts are with you at this difficult time. You’re in our prayers and in our hearts.

Imagine Jared video calling you from set

“I miss you,” you told Jared, and he smiled a little sadly.

“Yeah, I miss you too,” he admitted, “But it’s nearly holiday hiatus. I can’t wait to spend this first Christmas with my wife.”

You grinned at the mention of ‘wife’, feeling giddy just from the word.

“I guess I should let you get back to work,” you told him, “I love you. See you soon.”

He blew you a kiss and your heart flipped, still not used to the sight of the wedding band on his finger.

“Yeah, love you too,” he assured you, “I can’t wait to see you again.”