i need you to try

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to thank you for the point of this story. I'm going to 25 in August, and I just discovered what I wanted to do in my life. For a while there i was feeling like I had missed my chance because I'm getting older, but this story has given me the courage to go after my dreams. I can never thank you enough for that.

Me at 21: *terrible breakup with person I thought I was going to marry*
Me at 22: *graduates with a degree in something I don’t want to pursue*
Me at 23: *unemployed and alone*
Me at 24: *unemployed, alone, and depressed*
Me at 25: *gets accepted into grad school*
Me at 26: *doing what I love*

If you think this story isn’t partially written from personal experience, I got news for you, fam.

anonymous asked:

Now if JRot actually did the show any justice & use a bit of imagination, he'd show what kind of crap Clarke went through alone on a barren (should be) planet for a good amount of time until she found the kid. In actuality, that'd do a number on someone. The psychological aspect to that would be great storytelling & character exploration but it'll be glossed over. JRot has been boasting about a reset for the show with the time jump but it'll be wasted because he's an idiot.

“She’s radioing every day because she loves him!” Bruh…Clarke is obviously craving human contact. It’s proven that solitary confinement does a number on prisoners primarily because of the isolation aspect. Regardless of the child, it’s still a child and Clarke’s now around 24. She’s a full grown woman. She needs to talk to SOMEONE and get shit she would never tell the child she’s protecting off her chest. It’s her only way to keep herself even remotely sane. The radio and hope that her other adult friends can hear her is the way to do it. There’s no romance to that. But understanding any of this would mean being logical and that’s one thing we know the Blarkes aren’t.


“Do you ever not watch me sleep?” Dean’s voice is sleep-rough and quiet, though barely piercing the dark solitude of his bedroom. He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to feel Cas lying beside him, gaze fixed on Dean’s face.

“No,” Cas whispers, and Dean inhales when he feels fingers trailing his jaw.

“We’ve talked about this.”

“I know. But yet you seem to enjoy it.”

Dean shifts to make himself more comfortable, rolling to face Cas. He finally opens his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness. When Cas’s face comes into focus, he smiles – sleepy and sated. A smile reserved only for Cas in these quiet moments, away from the chaos of their lives. “I like knowing you’re here with me. Safe. That’s my favorite thing.”

“What is?”

Dean’s hand closes around Cas’s jaw as he shifts forward to press their foreheads together. He breathes in and lets his lips brush Cas’s before he speaks. “You being safe. I can’t think of anything better than that.”

He feels Cas smile. “I love you, too, Dean.”

everyone always talks about jesus of suburbia and i would like to take a moment just to talk about homecoming because. i am so thankful that song exists.


Spiritassassin week day one: ‘First Impressions’

Here have some temple babies really seeing each other for the first time! Baze is a soft sheltered boy raised in the temple and Chirrut is a recent find from the streets of Jedha. Wonder if they’ll become friends?


All Forbidden Art goes into the Box™ to be hidden forever


i am glad my story can be entertaining to you. i just wish i can think of myself as worthy of the cheers you give.

these are but intrusive thoughts, but they come quite often.