i tried and failed

anonymous asked:

Regarding your opinion about Rob S. If harry is what i think he is, how come he's allowing all these to happen? When he was still in 1d no matter how he was pushed forward, even singled out by interviewers he always sets back. Let's liam take all the reigns. I'm just not into the idea that harry agree's with this setting tbh. though it's just your opinion thou. In the grand scheme of things we don't really know what's going on.

You’re assuming they have far more power right now than I am. You’re assuming they have a level of free will that I am not.

I think they have been backed into a corner. I agree that we do not know all the tools that have been used to put them into this corner, but I do not think they have the ability to get out of it that you do. If they did, the stunts would not be in place, Louis and Niall would not be represented by the firms they currently are — and Harry would not be with Columbia.

the secret to having victory over my giants.

I’m realizing that there are giants that I have to fight. Giants that go by the name of Inadequacy, Fear and Unbelief. I spent quite some time trying to come up with the best war plan, figuring out which stones would best prepare me for battle. But no matter how hard I tried, I quickly realized that my own attempts failed to grant me victory over the Goliath that stood before me. And it was then that I realized:

I am not David. I am Israel.

I am Israel, who calculates my ability against the giant that stands before me and concludes that I am inadequate. I am Israel, who stands on the sideline with hesitation because I am paralyzed by fear. I am Israel, who forgets the victory promised to me because the hurdle that stands before me has led me to unbelief. And it was then that I realized:

I am Israel in need of a David.

I need a David who will come confidently in the name of the Lord to fight the giants on my behalf. I need a David who will go before the King and volunteer himself for battle. I need a David who, though mocked and ridiculed, believed that he had been made for this moment. And it was then that I realized:

I did not just get a David. I got Jesus.

I got Jesus, who came as the only one adequate to live the perfect life so that I wouldn’t need to. I got Jesus, who came to demonstrate perfect love so that all my fears would be casted. I got Jesus, who was willing to be put to death alongside my giants so that I would have freedom to believe for victory all the days of my life.

I may have giants that work against me. But I have Jesus who is for me. It is in this truth that I realize: I can claim victory over every battle no matter how big my Goliath seems to be because my Jesus is much much much bigger.

Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword and with a spear and with a javelin, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This is the day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down and cut off your head.” 1 Samuel 17:45-46

Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.  

Chapter One

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The morning after my great nightly promise, I woke up because dad tried to move his arm away and failed in keeping me asleep. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled when he realised my eyes had opened.
‘It’s okay.’ With my arms stretched across the soft mattress, I arched my back like a cat, feeling stiff muscles sigh and shriek at the same time. ‘I wanted to make something of today, anyway.’
‘Really?’ Dad seemed pleased, despite the darkness underneath his eyes. ‘You’re gonna draw? Or do you want me to ask Tony if he still got those hologram-things you used to love?’
‘Dad!’ I exclaimed, chuckling as I remembered the special holograms Tony had made when I wouldn’t stop eating play dough. Dad had been extraordinarily frustrated, even though it had been nontoxic and made for children. ‘I was like three!’
‘I know,’ Dad stroked my hair, just as he’d always done when I was little. His eyes were soft and his expression open, ‘but I think he’s been upgrading them – it can do sculpting and painting and all sorts of stuff.’
‘Really?’ I liked the sound of that; despite the fact I preferred pencils above everything else, I loved trying new art forms. A long lost sensation arose within me: excited curiosity. I marvelled at its return while I lay on my belly to grab my bed slippers from the floor, so my feet wouldn’t get cold. ‘Is he trying to take over the art supply world?’ I joked with a muffled voice.
‘No, he just wanted to make you something nice. Here.’ Due to my sluggish motions while searching for my footwear, dad had already gotten the chance to walk around the bed and handing me the slippers I was looking for. ‘You seem surprised,’ dad smiled. ‘You don’t believe he would make something for you?’
‘Sure I do,’ I replied quickly, masking the jolt I had indeed felt at this revelation, ‘I just didn’t know he thinks me old enough to switch from playdough to the adult stuff.’

After a nice breakfast of pancakes and a gorgeous view of the early morning New York skyline, I made my way down to Tony’s labs, knowing he spent like 99% of his waking time in there. Seeing how he usually spent no more than 20% of his time sleeping, there was barely any chance I wouldn’t find him there. As expected, he was playing with some fancy new electronic bits for one of his suits, or possibly an upgraded coffeemaker; with Tony you could never be entirely certain.
When he heard me come in he looked up, grinning instantly. ‘Hey, Jay, what brings you here?’
I shrugged. ‘Dad mentioned some neat arty things you were working on?’
‘Oh, you’re talking about the JAM?’ Carelessly, he threw away his screwdriver and moved away from his project.
I followed him, very aware of the stuff sprawled across the floor. ‘JAM?’
‘Jay’s Art Machine,’ Tony explained, rummaging through the mess on his workstations. There seemed to be a lot of unfinished products, and I wondered how many of those could change the world, if only Tony didn’t have so many ideas, as well as some structure in his life.
Gently, I pushed away a heap of metal parts, clearing a little space, and hopped onto the worktop. ‘Don’t you think simulator would’ve been better,’ I commented slyly.
Tony smirked. ‘Yeah, but JAM sounds cooler. Besides, I first wanted to call it “The apparatus to stop the clay monster”, but that didn’t have quite the same ring to it.’ He looked up, his dark eyes glimmering.
I stuck out my tongue before I replied indignantly, ‘I was a toddler, Tony!’
‘I know,’ he grinned. ‘I told Steve a little clay wouldn’t hurt anybody. He’d rather not take the risk. So, to stop your frustrated crying, I gave you a little something to do.’ He held up a small metal pot, shimmering silver, which I vaguely remembered. ‘I kept it, so all it needed was a little upgrade.’ He showed another three of the same pods, and one slightly bigger one. Then he took a thin, smooth tablet, and with everything stacked in his arms, he told me to come along. Apparently, the living room would be more suitable for a demonstration. ‘It’s too messy, here,’ he explained.
‘Well, I’m glad you are aware,’ I grinned.

Back in the living room, Tony set up the four little pods in a square, with the bigger one in the middle. ‘If these lights are green, there’s a good distance between them. If they’re orange, it’s still possible, but not optimal. Red means they’re too far apart,’ Tony informed me. ‘You can sculpt in the middle, like so.’ A tall block of marble appeared above the coffee table, which changed colours when Tony dragged his finger across the tablet’s screen.  
‘But,’ the inventor continued, ‘you can also paint an entire room, or redecorate it, if you want.’ The walls started to flicker with different hues and patterns. ‘Here’s a library with textures and colours and shapes,’  he handed me the tablet, ‘and you can pick the mode you want to work in. That’s it, I think.’
Speechless, I stared at the technologies in my hands. I turned it around and saw the name engraved in swirly letters; “Jay’s Art Machine.”
‘That’s it…’ I repeated incoherently. ‘That’s it…’ I shook my head. ‘Seriously, Tony. I- just- gee… thank you. It’s incredible!’
Tony was smiling at me when I looked back up. There was no trace of smugness - which, honestly, would have been appropriate, seeing the awesomeness of the creation - only a happy contentment. ‘I take it you like it.’
‘I take it you have put too much effort in this, Tony. Wasted so many hours you could’ve spend saving the world.’ But I was smiling, secretly glad he put those hours into making this.
‘Saving the world becomes such a boring thing once you’ve done it a dozen times. I appreciate a good challenge.’ Tony shrugged, as if it was nothing. As if it wasn’t everything. As if it was obvious he should prefer making something for me instead of the entire planet.
‘Damn it, Tony,’ I sighed, ‘you’re supposed to be annoying…’
With arched eyebrows he gave me an uncharacteristic piercing and comprehensive look. ‘Am I supposed to, or is that how you see me?’
‘Wha-’ embarrassingly, the latter was probably true. My cheeks flushed with the realisation, and the shame about my former attitude.
Then Tony winked. ‘Though I have to admit, I have teased you in the past. I hope this can make up for it?’
‘O, for God’s sake, Tony!’ I cried out, and hugged him.
‘I should do this more often,’ Tony chuckled, ‘I usually don’t get such a response when I make something.’
‘You usually aren’t out of your workspace to see people’s reactions,’ I pointed out.
Tony padded the back of my head. ‘You’re right. And I must be getting back; my androids are missing me.’
I stepped back and looked up at him. ‘You’re a weirdo, you know that?’
Tony gave a weird little bow. ‘It’s in the job description.’

‘So…’ I muttered to myself, looking at the thin tablet I’d just been gifted, ‘let’s get down to business, shall we?’
First, however, I moved everything to my own room, so I wouldn’t be an inconvenience to anyone. Besides, I would have more privacy there. When everything was properly set up again, I mused what I would do. I didn’t really have much  inspiration, so I just started playing around with the many features on the device. The walls became a whizzing whirlpool of colour, until they became a subtle, soft tint of blue, which reminded me of something. Ah, yes: my old room. The one in the white house, hidden in the woods. The one I had run from, and started this mess.
From that moment on, my hands started to move all by themselves, scrolling through pages of previews of textures, colours, patterns. But the walls weren’t good enough, I also tried to find the perfect furniture; the closet I remembered, the desk scribbled with coloured pens from when I was a child, and of course the bed I’d lain in. Yet, it still missed something. Thus, I let the virtual ceiling come down, took an old paintbrush so I could have something in my hand, and started painting. I often closed my eyes, just to see the picture in my head I was trying to replicate. When I was finished, the night’s sky looked descent enough, though wasn’t nearly as pretty as the one dad had painted for me in our home.
Satisfied, I let the ceiling up again and sat down on my bed. I looked around, looking at the safe and familiar surroundings. Especially the stars dad had painted when I was a kid were something I’d missed since moving here. Their familiarity was just so comforting.
I stiffened. Wait. Familiar surroundings…
An idea started forming in my head, bit by bit. I could make him feel better. If only he wouldn’t feel so threatened, he might start listening.
Finally, I thought, hope rising inside me, I might have found a way.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, how did you get the normal end 1 for the dlc (the one with epiphany)?? I've tried 3 times now but failed T_T You don't have to answer but thanks so much if you do ^^

You have to reply to Zen like he is from another dimension and tease him along with them :) but if you want more detailed you can click this link. It’s spoiled answer of this event.
part 1 http://fiftyshadesofdes.tumblr.com/post/158787254336/april-fools-dlc-suffering-ending-guide-part-1
part 2 http://fiftyshadesofdes.tumblr.com/post/158790348696/april-fools-dlc-suffering-ending-guide-part-2

A note from the Indivisible Team
A note for all of us who feel defeated after Sessions from the Indivisible Team: This is the long game.

A note for all of us who feel defeated after Sessions from the Indivisible Team: This is the long game. We are going to lose a lot. We are going to get good at losing. We are going to lose cabinet votes for terrible nominees. We are going to lose bills that are offensive and appalling. But while we are losing, something else is going to happen. We are going to keep raising our voices and slowly our representatives are going to start listening to us. We’ve seen it happen. 

It won’t happen because of next week’s call to action. It’ll happen over months, where you keep showing up, regularly. Then, we are going to start winning. It’ll sneak up on us. We won’t understand why we are winning. But it starts with losing in a particular way- where we raise our voices and call it out when we aren’t listened to, where we get close but not quite there.

The first 100 days of a President’s term are the honeymoon period, the moment when he’s most likely to get his agenda enacted. Trump is spending his first 100 days mired in controversy, scandal, and backbiting - and that’s because you haven’t for a moment let anyone in Washington forget just how unpopular he is.

Every time we change the narrative, every time we delay, every time there’s a newspaper story about a member of Congress avoiding his or her constituents, that’s a win. And it matters.

You have already made history. You’ve delayed the confirmation of Trump’s cabinet picks longer than any time in recent history. You stopped the gutting on the congressional ethics office. You’ve made Republicans so nervous about the repeal of the Affordable Care Act that it’s been pushed further and further down the road. You caused an uproar of historic proportions over Trump’s Muslim ban and saved lives and reunited families in the process. You’ve inspired people who have never before taken action to make their voices heard and learn how to do things like check how their members of Congress voted and call them out for it.

We’ll never even know about some of the victories - because those will be the fights that this Administration considered starting and then realized it couldn’t win.

We’re in this together. Every visit. Every call. Every loss. Every win. That’s just what friends do. #StandIndivisible

In solidarity,

The Indivisible Team


Going to the theme park together!!
I love this happy family so much 

Never have I ever
  • Sam: Never have I ever slept with an angel!
  • Dean:
  • Sam: Dean, you lose a point...
  • Dean: Uh no..?
  • Cas: Sam is correct, I was there, Dean.
  • Dean: CAS!
  • Sam: Betcha you heard a lot of that, Cas heh?
  • Cas: Umm, no..Again, I was there, Dean.
  • Dean: *leaves*

A bride to spring, a mate to night. 

(Tumblr messed up the quality, for a change, so I had to add the borders to post the full drawing, but please also click it for hd :D)


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