i was tearing up when i saw these photos

I told myself earlier that I wasn’t going to post about my Princess Allura makeup looks as much (since I already posted a lot lol) but when I logged on to Twitter and saw Josh Keaton and Neil Kaplan comment on my photo I’m just like omg don’t make me tear up, so sweet of them to reply to my post ☺️!

that nano cosplay i reblogged before reminds me of the time a couple years ago at supanova when my friend and i saw a nano cosplay and we went over to ask her for a photo but she was hanging out with her friends who were a big group of les miserables cosplayers so when we came over asking for a photo she assumed we meant the les mis group but we had to be like “no we want a photo of u nano” and she was so surprised and excited it seemed like we made her whole weekend and im almost tearing up a little thinking abt it

bvkspine replied to your photo “Exactly 1 year ago my bestie and I walked around SoHo and stumbled…”

THIS is a VERY NICE picture

Thank you so incredibly much for all your nice comments. When I saw them I really teared up. It means sooo incredibly much to me that you took your time to do that. Thank you thank you thank you! 

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I thought a lot about this Con last night and I finally decided to post one of my Photo Ops to remind me of the great time I had. It’s probably the one I love most because of the story behind it.

It was on Sunday and out of three photos with Jensen, this is the only one where I was neither in shock nor tearing up while asking for the pose. When it was my turn, I walked up to them and I tried to not just stare at Jensen, so I looked at Tim first and said hi, before I looked up to Jensen and saw him smiling already with a super bright “Hey!” as if he recognized me from before. And tbh, this caught me off guard and I just stuttered a “Hi…I…can…hi.”, which made him smile a little bit brighter and me blush a little bit harder. “Can we both kiss your cheeks?” and he kinda wiggled his eyebrows and said “Sure.” and pulled me to his side (I don’t even remember that his hand left my waist for the photo, those things are over so fast!). 

So I tip-toed and right in that moment I heard Tim ask: “Wait, what are we doing?” and I panicked because I was afraid he didn’t get the pose. But the photographer was already about to take the pic, so I prayed that Tim would get it and pressed my lips to Jensen’s scruffy cheek and it was so soft and perfect and I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THIS but it’s on the photo, so it must be true, right??

And then Jensen’s hand was on my back again and I felt him facing me, but I couldn’t look up to him because he was still so close, like, only inches away, and I was shaking so much. So he just kind of whispered (purred??) a disgustingly cute “Thank you!” and I think I smiled or something, I don’t even remember, I was about to faint. 

But it was my last Photo Op with Jensen, so I somehow managed to ask if I could hug them and Tim pulled me close (and he’s not lying, his beard and hair are super soft indeed!) and I thanked him and while still hugging me he goes like: “Well, Jensen, here we are and I just had my lips on your face!” or something like that, which sounded pretty damn kinky. And he must’ve made a funny face or it was an inside joke between them but I heard how Jensen started laughing and when I turned to hug him, too, I literally froze. He did his FULL BODY LAUGH RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME, like, with not even half a meter between us. He was throwing his head back and laughed and I just STARED at him and just…listened for a while. And he was so beautiful and seemed so comfortable and I teared up because it made me so, so happy to see him like this. 

But I didn’t want to start crying right in front of him, and I knew I would if I watched him any longer. So I just said something like “Ahh, stop laughing, hug me!” but I couldn’t get the dumb smile off my face or the tears out of my eyes. And Jensen looked at me, still laughing, and was like “Ohh, come here!!” and he hugged me super tight aND THEN HE LIFTED ME UP FOR A MOMENT?!! And I just felt his arms and his chest and heard him laugh and I was so surprised that I squeaked (and it was so embarrassing but I just couldn’t help making a noise, oh god). I didn’t expect him to do that but… it felt so familiar and it made me feel like he kind of liked me and it made me love him even more.

I think I mumbled a thank you but I wasn’t strong enough to look at him again, so I turned around and felt the tears streaming down my face, while I was grabbing my bag and leaving the room.

I’m Already There

REQUEST: Can you write one based off of I’m Already There by Lonestar with Dan please?

*Dan’s P.O.V.*

As soon as I got back to my hotel room and out of the crowd of Vidcon I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Immediately, I searched through my contacts until I found who I was looking for, and smiled as I saw her contact photo. It was the four of us, Y/n, our two sons, and I smiling at the camera. “Hey,” I said with a small smile when she picked up the phone.

“Hey, honey, how are you?” she asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice as well as the boys playing in the background.

“I’m alright,” I said, wiping away a tear. “Just wanted to tell you I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies. “We all miss you so much! Oh, Thomas wants to talk to you. Do you mind?”

I smiled. “Absolutely. Put my boy on.”

“Hi Dad!” I heard the voice of my three year old son say.

“Hey buddy! How are you? Have you been taking care of your mum and little brother?” I asked.

“Yes just like a big boy like you told me. Daddy when you coming home?”

“I’m already there. I’m in your heart and your prayers. And before you know it I’ll be there in person too.”
“Thanks Dad. Do you want to talk to mum again?”

“Sure, bud,” I said with a grin, thinking about how it’s only been two weeks but I felt like it had been a lifetime since I’d seen my family.

“I really miss you darling,” my wife’s voice said on the other end of the phone. “I wish I was there with you, in your arms.”

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine her with me. “Me too. We may be a thousand miles apart but we’re always together. I’m always with you.”

Hey everyone I just wanted to share my experience with Jared at Minncon since it meant so much to me and my first time at a SPN convention.
So the first time I saw Jared in person was during J2 photo ops and me and my friend Ella took our picture with them and she hugged Jensen while I hugged Jared. afterwards he told me how he liked my always keep fighting shirt and told me to never give up on hope then gave me a hug shortly followed by Jensen giving me
one as well with “thank you babe” as a reply.
If that didn’t alone throw me into a tail spin, when I met Jared in autographs I was already tearing up remembering what he said early so of course when I actually got up to him I lost it and just started balling. I suffer from depression and anxiety like many of those who support the Always Keep Fighting campaign. To comfort my sobs, he put up his hand and held my hand tight telling me it’s ok and it’s ok to cry. I told him how he gave me hope and I appreciate all he does with a lot of sloppy crying thank yous. He to me that it was people like me that gave him hope and he thanked me for what I said. Truly amazing moment and I will never forget that.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I remember the time when you never said a cruel word to me, when your smiles were real and shone bright. I remember when you were proud of your little girl and what you thought she’d become. The times where you took me places and photographed every moment where we were together and framed it because I was so precious to you. When I’d come home from school to be greeted by homemade brownies and hot cocoa. When you told me I was beautiful and what a gorgeous young lady I’d become. When I never saw any frowns and the entire world was a comedy musical with upbeat songs and a perfect plot line.

All I see now are frowns and tears and insult after insult, “disappointment” and “fuck-up” seems to be my new name. You kept me inside the house to yell at me but yelled even more when I asked to go out. There’s no more photos because we never smile anymore and I look nothing like the little girl you loved.  I come home from school to be greeted by cold silence and shut doors. Now you tell me I should try to look at least decent and how you thought I’d be a pretty lady but I never lived up to that dream. I never see smiles anymore–fucking hell, I’ve forgotten what your teeth look like. Everything is a badly written tragedy with bad actors and a terrible director.

I’m sorry.

—  when did I stop being the child you loved? (Jan 30 2015 / 12:10pm)

Went on my tagged photos and as I was scrolling through and kinda teared up a bit when I saw a bunch of colorful boxes with beautiful little sayings. Thank you guys for your love and for making me feel so nice about myself, each of you is a beautiful little soul that fills me with little glimmers of your light❤️😊 ILY by laurenjauregui

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MEET & GREET! Submit your meet & greet stories and photos to bryanstarsfanpictures@gmail.com. You are emailed back when they will be posted to the website.

my name is heather and recently i got to meet all the warped youtubers at San Antonio’s warped tour! :D It happened right after As It Is performed, I was looking for the tent and I knew the meet and greet was already happening, then I saw bryan stars and johnnie guilbert and like I legit started to tear up, because like I was seeing the people that I watch over a screen right infront of me and that made me so happy, I got in line and I was behind five people so I was freaking nervous. By the time the lady told me that it was my turn I put my hand over my mouth and got teary eyed because like BRYAN STARS WAS RIGHT INFRONT OF ME. So, I went up to Bryan first and my voice was shaky but I was able to get out a hi and he hugged me and his hugs are the best and he’s so freaking tall, then I hugged Johnnie who was so freaking nice to me, while I was hugging him I told him “oh my god is this really happening?” and he laughed a little and said “yes, this is really happening” and hugged me a little tighter like OH MY GOD and like I felt so loved and happy, then Damon was next and honestly I couldn’t let go because he was one of the very first youtubers that I ever subscribed and watched, I gave him the longest hug out of all of them and then he said “aww your so cute” then I let go to hug Jordan, and honestly Jordan was freaking nice and sweet and all in all an amazing person! he also said I give the best hugs.

then after we took our meet and greet picture, I went up to all of them and said “I just want you guys to know that you have helped me out through so much and you guys make me so happy.” and Johnnie awwd and then they all did and then Bryan gave me another hug and said “I know it may seem hard right now, but I promise you it does get better I’m so happy to see you happy” and i legit started to cry and Johnnie in the background “aww that’s so cute” then I gave them all an extra hug and told them bye and that I loved them.

Why Kesha's Case Is About More Than Kesha

When I saw the outcome of Kesha’s court case last Friday, I felt sick. Actually sick — I wanted to ask my Uber to pull over so I could throw up in a New York City trash can. The photos of her beautiful face crumpled with tears, the legally necessary but sickening use of the word “alleged” over and over in reference to the assault she says she remembers so vividly — it all created a special brand of nausea that comes when public events intersect with your most private triggers. I last experienced this when Rolling Stone botched a campus-assault narrative and as a result left millions of women exposed to doubt. I cried in a mini-mall in Brussels, imagining all the college-age girls suddenly changing their minds about coming forward against their rapists.

If you haven’t been following the case: for the last year and a half, Kesha has been trying to get out of a contract with her former collaborator and producer Lukasz Gottwald, known professionally as Dr. Luke (not a professional doctor). She has been shackled by a ten-year-old contract to Gottwald’s company Kemosabe, a subsidiary of Sony that controls both her recording and publishing — her entire livelihood as an artist and businesswoman. Here’s the reason she wants out: Kesha says that for ten years Gottwald drugged, raped, and emotionally abused her and controlled her creatively and emotionally through threats and manipulations. She explained that her dealings with Gottwald ultimately exacerbated a life-threatening eating disorder, which required rehab. When she concluded that continuing to work with Gottwald would kill her, she came forward and asserted herself.

Now Kesha has requested an immediate injunction that would allow her to begin to record without Dr. Luke. I think this seems like a pretty reasonable request. While the allegations of sexual assault and emotional abuse cannot be proven definitively, I think Kesha’s words speak for themselves: “I know I cannot work with Dr. Luke. I physically cannot. I don’t feel safe in any way.”

Sony could make this go away. But instead the company has chosen to engage in a protracted legal battle to protect Gottwald’s stake in Kesha’s future. Although the company insists that Kesha and Gottwald never need to be in a room together and that he will allow her to record without his direct involvement, they are minimizing what Kesha says regarding how Gottwald’s continued involvement in her career would affect her physical well-being and psychological safety.

Sony could make this go away. But instead the company has chosen to engage in a protracted legal battle to protect Gottwald’s stake in Kesha’s future.

So let me spell it out for them. Imagine someone really hurt you, physically and emotionally. Scared you and abused you, threatened your family. The judge says that you don’t have to see them again, BUT they still own your house. So they can decide when to turn the heat on and off, whether they’ll pay the telephone bill or fix the roof when it leaks. After everything you’ve been through, do you feel safe living in that house? Do you trust them to protect you?

That explanation is really for the judge, Shirley Kornreich, who questioned why — if they could be physically separated as Sony has promised — Kesha could not continue to work for Gottwald. After all, she said, it’s not appropriate to “decimate a contract that was heavily negotiated.” Guess what else is heavily negotiated? The human contract that says we will not hurt one another physically and emotionally. In fact, it’s so obvious that we usually don’t add it to our corporate documents.

To be clear, Kesha’s case is about more than a pop star fighting for her freedom, or a $60 million investment in a shiny commercial career. It’s about more than whether Kesha can strap on her cool leotards and make another album, free from a man who she says terrifies her. It’s even about more than the systemic misogyny of the entertainment industry, or the way that women in music and film have long been controlled and coerced by abusive Svengalis and entities larger than themselves. (Think: the studio system of the ‘40s and '50s, when starlets were essentially chattel. Think: Ike and Tina Turner.) What’s happening to Kesha highlights the way that the American legal system continues to hurt women by failing to protect them from the men they identify as their abusers.

What’s happening to Kesha highlights the way that the American legal system continues to hurt women by failing to protect them from the men they identify as their abusers.

For example: 19 states in America still allow rapists to assert parental rights over children conceived through rape, yoking women (and their children) to their attackers for a lifetime, an unimaginable cycle of revictimization. But it’s real. The same man who violently assaulted you could get the right to cuddle the baby that resulted from that assault.

A huge part of Kesha’s argument rests on her lawyer’s assertion that Gottwald, potentially enraged by Kesha’s sexual-assault allegations, could make efforts to bury her subsequent albums, preventing her from publicizing and therefore profiting from her work. This kind of control is a cornerstone of domestic abuse, and it’s far too common: according to the National Network to End Domestic Violence, financial abuse is an aspect of approximately 98 percent of abusive relationships. When a woman is not in control of her financial destiny, either because her partner is the primary breadwinner or because he makes financial decisions for the entire family, her world is made minuscule. Her resources evaporate. Fear dominates.

That’s not the only way legal ties can make it impossible for a woman to escape her abuser. Someone I love very much has been engaged in a years-long battle to allow her and her young daughter to move closer to where her successful business is (and away from her abuser). If he can’t control her directly, he will attempt to make sure that her choices are actually his. In some cases, victims of domestic violence can even be evicted from their homes for calling the police on their abusers. Yup, there are laws that allow landlords to kick tenants out if the cops are summoned for disorderly conduct of any kind — doesn’t matter who the “disorderly” one was — and this affects poor women most frequently. It’s why 20 percent of homeless women say they are on the streets because of domestic violence.

These women deserve better. They do not choose to have their reputations pilloried and their characters questioned as a tactic for getting what they want. What if we realize that the women who come forward have everything to lose, whether they’re pop stars or single mothers?

The fact is, Kesha will never have a doctor’s note. She will never have a videotape that shows us that Gottwald threatened and shamed her, and she will never be able to prove, beyond the power of her testimony, that she is unsafe doing business with this man. And no, none of this was in her contract. But what man, what company endeavors to keep a woman saddled with someone who she says has caused her years of trauma, shame, and fear? Fighting this fight publicly and in the legal system has already changed the course and tenor of her career forever. The lack of perspective on the part of Sony — the inability to look at the worth of a woman’s platinum records versus the worth of her soul being intact — is horrifying.

The public outcry about Kesha’s case has been truly heartening: the swell of shock and indignation from fans and fellow performers alike. It wasn’t long ago that women in the public eye didn’t have a loose-enough leash to reach out and support one another, for fear of losing all they had worked so hard to create. Instead they quietly watched on their televisions, hoping they wouldn’t be next.

Those days are over.

They are fucking done.

We are not scared anymore of losing what we worked for, of being branded hysterical or difficult, of being targeted and silenced by men in power. The women in the music industry speaking out for Kesha are proof. And their words will reverberate, inspiring the young women watching them for clues about the good life to speak up too. Soon, no one will accept shame and fear as the status quo. And so, while Kesha is indefinitely silenced, her voice has never been louder.

I got to meet Jensen Ackles! He’s so amazing. The nicest guy and he’s so funny! I also met Misha and Mark Sheppard! All of them are just the best! Everyone there was awesome but what really got me was how Jensen saw how nervous I was. When it was my turn for the photo op I literally forgot how to walk and all he did was look at me, smile, opened his arms and said “come on” and I started to tear up a little then he saw my shirt and said “kick ass shirt” and I almost lost it. Then I went to hug him but did so lightly and he wasn’t going to have any of that so he squeezed me to let me know that I don’t have to hold back. I almost died. He’s so nice.

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Bucky Barnes Imagine: #2
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You opened the front door to your and Bucky’s shared apartment, music filled your ears as you saw Bucky looking through a pile of old photos smiling even through tears were filling his eyes. 

You: Babe, is everything okay?

Bucky: Y/n, glad you’re home. 

Bucky stood up and placed the pile of photos back into their original box , sealing the lid before walking over to you. He wiped the tears out of the corner of his eyes before giving you a small smile. 

Bucky: I miss the old days you know, I mean I love it here because I need you in my life but still I miss the old days when everything seemed simpler. 

You didn’t reply, all you did was rub his hair as he cuddled into your neck placing sweet kisses onto your collarbone. 

Bucky: Will you dance with me?

Nodding you let Bucky guide you over to the open space in the living room placing one hand on his waist and beginning to sway you to the music. 

The moment was slow and peaceful, it was amazing. He kept you tight and showed you carefully where to put your feet and you soon picked up how to dance with him, Bucky already such a pro at this. 

You loved this moment so much, it was these rare moments when you noticed the old  side of Bucky, it was the flashes of his past life he occasionally showed you made you feel so much closer to him. He was the perfect man in every way and you, you were the luckiest girl in the world.  

Alright, over a month later (thanks to a reminder by a lovely anon ❤) here is my Jensen photo-op!

The Jensen-op was immediately after the J2 Gold Panel in which I cried when they walked out on stage and I knew that I was going to be terrified.  We (my sister and I) got up there and stood in line which was moving decently quickly.  I swear, when we both first saw him we gripped each other so tight we thought we were going to bruise.  

We got closer and I could feel tears and I was like, ‘Kirsten, no, for god’s sake you are not going to cry in front of Jensen.’  And I’m glad I held it together somewhat because my sister was just immobile, absolutely terrified of walking forward lmao.  So it was our turn and I had to grab her wrist and forcibly drag her to Jensen (her eyes looked like this 0_0 the entire time).

He looked at us and did this adorable little wave (omg it’s the cutest) and said “Hi” before asking us how we were (so cute).  I’m pretty sure I giggled like a schoolgirl, but said hi back and told him we were good (since my sister wasn’t going to answer) and asked him how he was.  He said, “I’m absolutely fantastic,” before reaching an arm out and wrapping it around my shoulders.  He said, “So how are we doing this?” and I asked him if we could just do exactly this (arms around shoulders) and he reached out to pull my sister in too.

When he was doing this he was rubbing my back (please honest to god, how did I live) and looked down at my sister and said, “You alright, sweetheart?” and she looked terrified but nodded.  We took the picture and he let go of my sister who practically ran away (literally she was terrified, made my day) and since he let go of her and I still had an arm around him, I got to feel all those fantastic back muscles shift.  He grinned down at me and asked me if my sister was okay and I told him she was just really nervous and he told me to tell her not to be.  Specifically he said, “You two have nothin’ to be nervous about, sweetheart,” and winked at me.

I grabbed my bag, found my sister freaking out in the hallway, and finally cried because I was amazing and didn’t cry until I was out of the room.  And that was my Jensen photo-op ❤❤❤❤❤

He is the most surreal-ly beautiful human being I have ever seen in person; he’s like a god, honestly, and just the most beautiful thing and oh-so kind and makes me really emotional