if ever there was a time i believed in miracles

Hey if you guys are ever feeling like shit, I highly recommend memorizing and reciting Alex Jones’ “I’m a Pioneer, I’m an Explorer…” monologue.

And I don’t mean reciting it in your head. I mean finding time when there’s nobody around, maybe when you’re driving or jogging, and doing your best impressions of Alex’s voice while you belt it out loud at the top of your lungs. Repeat it until you believe it.

I’m not saying it’s a miracle cure for depression or anything.

But if you’re capable of shouting it all, start to finish, three times in a row, and not feeling just a little bit better about yourself, then you’re doing it wrong.

Kalagang #06

1x07 WWN Double-D?

YES! We are now here at one of Kalagang’s iconic moments – cafe in the rain and rooftop of the temple. *scream of joy* In this episode, Kala visits Ganesha’s temple after her reunion with naked-again Wolfgang to get some kind of guidance.

Kala: From the day I decided to marry Rajan, you have been sending me…visions. […] But then, you sent me a vision of a man…with a large…trunk? A very large trunk.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

I just wanted to put this GIF cause this scene gets me every single time.

Kala: I am a little more than confused. But I trust you, Ganesha. So I know there must be some meaning to all of this that I cannot see. And I wish to see. I wish to understand. So help me, Ganesha. Help me see what it is I must do.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

When I first watched this episode and the camera started to move around Kala, I was like ‘Is Wolfgang gonna appear? Is he gonna appear? Is he? please come out, Wolfie. I know you want to.’ and when I saw his silhouette behind Kala, I screamed with joy.

Anyway, before Wolfgang says gods don’t give shit about people (I wrote why he says that in this post), although the image of him is too blurry to see his face I get this feeling that he’s been listening to her quite intently; he just seems very amused by Kala.

Wolfgang: I speak from experience.

Original post [x] @mindykahling

Look. RAIN! Kala is now in Wolfgang’s world. I like how Kala’s expression changes; so hopeful with her hands put together for prayer but as soon as she hears Wolfgang’s voice and finds out she’s standing in a rain she’s like ‘oh, great…him again. I know I asked for some guidance, but not like this’.

Also I found it interesting that Wolfgang chose to stay outside of the cafe when it’s obviously pouring down. Maybe it is simply to give cinematographic contrast between Kala and Wolfgang’s world. But I’d like to believe that Wolfgang loves rain. Besides, it’s so like him – maybe Wolfgang was enjoying his coffee outside the cafe when it started raining, but then he’s kinda lazy to go back inside so he thinks ‘fuck it, I’ll just get wet’.

Wolfgang: [Why won’t you just leave me alone?] I tried. Believe me I try not to think of you, but every time it brings me straight to you.

I have nothing to say but MELTED. This is the first time Wolfgang has ever felt something totally different to someone, and even though a part of him is afraid to explore that feeling, it doesn’t stop him from being honest with Kala – with himself. He doesn’t hesitate to tell Kala how he feels or thinks about her. No lies, no secrets, no sugarcoating. Only the truth.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

It may be because Wolfgang is very straightforward person, but I also think he is taking a risk in his own way to figure out what it is – this mysterious, unsolved yet unavoidable strong connection to a woman who clearly is an opposite of him. And that’s what makes Kala more drawn into him.

Original post [x] @kalagang

Wolfgang: *tap* *tap*

Seriously, he needs to stop with whole tapping on things. It makes me want to jump into his arms and cling onto him – which I can’t. Anyway, I would say this tapping is different from the previous one. Because the one he did on in Kala’s bedroom was closer to seducing her. This time, however, Wolfgang seems more careful and polite when he gestures the chair next to him, asking her to sit down. Like he’s not trying to seduce her or anything. Right now, he just wants to talk to her; he wants to get to know her.

Wolfgang: It’s nice here. Weather’s shit in Berlin.

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

That smile. THAT FREAKING SMILE. OH MY GOD, ENOUGH, MAX RIEMELT! I mean, the camera is not even facing them and that little smile on his face while he’s looking at Kala/Tina; it’s just killing me and giving me life at the same time. How is this even possible? I’ll tell you, because it’s MAX RIEMELT we’re talking about.

Kala: It rains like this in Bombay, but it’s not so cold there.

Who doesn’t love this moment between Wolfgang and Kala. Wolfgang, again, does not hesitate when it comes to Kala. When she shivers with cold, he immediately tries to warm her. I actually thought he was going to put his jacket on her – but no, this guy decides to use his HANDS instead! Sharing body temperature with her, WHOO-HOO! EVEN BETTER! LOL.

OK, my initial thought of Kala’s reaction was – she doesn’t feel comfortable; which is completely understandable. I mean, after all, they’ve just met. They are technically still strangers to one another. Not to mention she is engaged to Rajan.

But then, I realized it’s the first time Kala and Wolfgang touch each other! So I’m guessing when Wolfgang touched her, she was more surprised by how real that felt. Although he actually exists somewhere in Berlin, to Kala, Wolfgang is a man who exists in her head. And vice versa. Thus, neither of them would have ever expected this kind of sensation when they touched each other.

I’m not sure if Wolfgang pulled away because he felt that same kind of surprised feeling as Kala. To me, it felt like he pulled away because he thought Kala seemed uncomfortable with him touching her. Which apparently shows how much Wolfgang cares for Kala – he doesn’t want to push her or do anything that will make her uncomfortable. 

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Awkward moment. Kala’s expression right there – Kala has a strong moral compass, and right now she’s having mixed feelings because she didn’t hate when Wolfgang touched her. And that feeling has quickly turned into a guilt. She hates feeling guilty. She hates being the bad person. She looks down at her hand where the wedding ring is still on her finger, trying to remind herself she’s still engaged to Rajan – that she can’t betray him; logic comes into her mind telling her what she’s doing in this moment with another man is not right.

Kala: [So tell me…does he ever help?] What? [Your god.] Of course. [How?] I asked him to stop my wedding, and he did. [You think he stopped your wedding?]

Original post [x] @stevenrogered

However, Kala can’t help but feel emotionally free and honest when she’s with Wolfgang. Can you imagine her telling things like ‘I prayed to Ganesha to stop my wedding cause I don’t actually love Rajan’ to others like her parents? her sister? her friends? or to Rajan? I seriously doubt it.  

The whole connection between Kala and Wolfgang is emotion-driven. Whereas the relationship between Kala and Rajan is closer to logic-driven; when Kala thinks of Rajan she basically lists all the reasons why marrying him is the right thing such as he’s handsome, he’s smart, he’s rich, he’s the perfect-husband-type, etc. If Kala and Rajan’s relationship was emotion-driven, she would have simply said ‘because I love him’.

With Wolfgang, Kala becomes totally herself. She doesn’t have to think about social standards, people’s expectations, or anything that keeps her from being true to herself. Wolfgang shows her that it is okay to let her emotions out; it’s okay to follow what her heart desires. Besides, after all, they are sensates – they are destined to be connected in emotional level.

Wolfgang: So you think our connection is a kind of miracle?

Original post [x] @s8gif

Wolfgang is not the kind of guy who believes in fate, gods, fairy-tales (obviously), happily-ever-afters, or miracles. But we know that he may be once believed in those things so that he could live a life in which he’s not a monster anymore…even after he’s given up on miracles, deep down there’s a part of him that still wants to believe in them. Now, he’s asking Kala if their connection is a kind of miracle. I think he secretly wants her to say ‘yes’ – maybe he’s been waiting for someone to come up to him and say ‘miracle does happen’ because he still wants that life; a life where he can put his past behind and have his happily-ever-after. Maybe with Kala.

Kala: If I were trying to describe this feeling – the sensation of experiencing the warmth of the sun, the smell of jasmine and marigold…while at the same time being soaked by a downpour at an outdoor cafe…the taste of strong coffee still in my mouth…

Original post [x] @sitonfinnslap

Did anybody notice a slight parallel between this scene and the one where Kala’s mother talks about kissing her husband (1x05)? Here’s the quote:

Priya: The truth is, for the longest time, I thought kissing is as eating a kebab, because whenever I would kiss, all I would taste was spices and garlic on his lips.

In my mind, I was screaming like ‘oh my God, she’s thinking about kissing him right now! and she hasn’t even kissed him yet! oh God! HELP!’ 

Kala: I would say that the word ‘miracle’ sounds particularly appropriate. Wouldn’t you?

Original post [x] @eleveun

At that moment, Wolfgang seems sort of relieved to hear that word ‘miracle’ coming out from Kala’s mouth; but at the same time, he looks as if he’s in big trouble. Like he’s thinking to himself ‘oh fuck, I’m falling head over heels for this girl, aren’t I?’ AND THE WAY HE’S LOOKING AT HER IS JUST SO HOT.

Moreover, I like how they show Kala’s face in the rain and Wolfgang’s face in the sun. Kala who represents fire is feeling every raindrops, while Wolfgang who represents water is experiencing warmth of the sun – SYMBOLISM. It gives that feeling of…Kala and Wolfgang have completely stepped into each other’s world – like each person’s presence has soaked into one another; now they’re of one mind (like Kala’s vow in her wedding).

Kala: For me, science is another language we use to talk about the same miracles that faith talks about. [But…one language makes sense, one doesn’t] Sense? What, like quantum physics? Like a particle that can be here and not here?

Later, Kala talks about her childhood; why she likes festivals, and how she became a believer. I love how Kala is confident…so sure of herself when she talks about her love for science and her faith; and how Wolfgang is simply just amused by every word, every thought that’s coming out of her.

Then, as Kala talks about force of gravity, they both start looking at each other’s lips. HOTNESS OVERLOAD ALREADY. I CAN’T TAKE IT!

Kala: Or sense like gravity? A force that no one knows why exists. Only that if didn’t exist…if there wasn’t this mysterious attraction…this pull between objects…then none of this would exist either.

This whole description or explanation about gravity just matches perfectly with Kalagang’s relationship. It’s something beyond their comprehensions and they don’t know why this connection exists, and yet, they can’t seem to find a way to end this. They don’t want to end it, because this connection somehow makes them feel more alive than ever. What they feel for each other is the most real thing they’ve ever felt.

Wolfgang: Thank God for gravity. [Exactly]

Original post [x] @diaryofmay

I mean what more can we say, other than, THANK GOD FOR GRAVITY?

Wolfgang: I’ve been thinking I want to get out of Berlin for a little while. I need to take a trip. [Where?] India.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

(Thank you anon for reminding me of this scene! I totally forgot!) Here, Wolfgang is ready to meet Kala in person. And it’s not just because of mere curiosity or sexual attraction; it’s because he truly thinks she is the one! Also, we can see there’s a bit of hope in his eyes – that maybe she is the second chance of life Wolfgang had prayed for.

Just a reminder, Wolfgang has met Kala less than five times, had conversation with her for less than an hour in total, their kiss was cockblocked by Felix, and she lives in a different country. But none of those are going to stop Wolfgang from–

OoooOh….never mind…#SaveFelix

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.

nuts-of-wonder  asked:

Hey Dr. Wayfaring! I recently heard a story on the radio about a family who lost their son to diabetes at the age of 12. They were people of faith and only took their son to the doctors a few times his whole life. After he was diagnosed they refused to follow their doctor's instruction because they believed God would heal their son. As I said before, he passed away. I know you're a person of faith as well, have you ever been in a similar situation? How do medical professionals deal with this?

I have definitely seen patients in the past who refused standard medical treatments like insulin or chemotherapy because they believed that their healing would come miraculously. I, on the other hand, choose to see the discoveries of insulin and chemotherapy as miracles in themselves. Part of my faith is believing that God sometimes works through his creation to perform all sorts of miracles. 

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wintershouse  asked:

forgive me if this offer only extended to the user you messaged but could i get recs for joanna live performances? shes my fave artist of all time but ive never really heard any live stuff

I am absolutely always ready to recommend Joanna Newsom live performances! here are some of my favorites. 

let’s start with a classic song and a consistent member of Joanna’s setlist. “Emily,” in 2010. it’s probably her most loved song, and the intricate arrangement and instrumentation of the studio version become really dynamic when live. that final chorus is a miracle. a miracle!! 

“Leaving the City,” in 2013. p4kfest! this isn’t in a technical sense her best performance of this song - she sounds kinda tired, and I think she even messes up the harp part at the beginning - but it’s a really magical one because i believe it’s the first time she performed it at all. these people are hearing it for the first time ever! as such, they are not remotely prepared for the chorus with its multiple rhyme schemes, contradictory meters, and her fingers doing fucking laps on the harp. they start cheering, as one does. it had to be awesome to be there.

“In California,” in 2016. this is mostly here because it’s one of my all-time favorite jnew songs, and she doesn’t perform it that often. also I think her dress is gorgeous. AND I HAVE TORN MY SOUL APART FROM PULLING ARTLESSLY WITH FOOL COMMANDSSS

“Cosmia,” in 2011. this one’s great because there’s some banter at the beginning. also, it’s just Joanna and her harp, which I LOVE for cosmia - the studio version, like most of Ys, is just so complex and multilayered in its arrangement and the number of instruments involved. but this is a song about loneliness and grief, and I find it gets a lot more intimate and chilling when it’s just her.

“Sapokanikan,” in 2015. this is one of her best performances vocally, imo. those high notes at the end are so clear and gorgeous. love it love it love it.

ok, so, now: Best Live Performance Ever. “Baby Birch,” in 2010. what makes this the best Joanna live performance of all time? the song builds and builds so slowly with just her and the harp, and then when we hit that cathartic climax, all the instruments and elements (violin! trombone! cymbal! electric guitar! vocal harmonies!!!) that have just sneaked in and out so far come in and carry us through. everything’s working together so well, and the outro is gorgeous. but what really makes this is how openly emotional Joanna is, both in vocals and expression. this is her most gut-wrenching song, and it’s all there. best live performance. 

(honorable mention for this #deepcut audio of “Only Skin” from before Ys was released. it’s on piano, not harp (!), and it’s an altered version of the song’s last couple of movements. it’s an early draft. I love it because it feels like a window into her creative process.)

I… I told you once… that I am not a hero. Obviously, I was right because otherwise you would still be here.
There were times when I didn’t think that I was a human, but it doesn’t matter. You were my moral compass. You were simply the best man I’ve ever known. You kept me right. You believed in me. No one will ever convince me that you were just an ordinary human.
I was so alone… and I owe you so much. But please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, John. For me. Don’t. Be. Dead. Would you do that… just for me? I’m begging you… come back.

Second Chance

Originally posted by trainingpanda

ship: shownu x [y/n]

genre: angst + fluff

word count: 1623

warning: swearing (only a little bit hehe)

a/n: oh glob… i’m so sorry if it’s kinda meh ;-; i’m not good at writing fluff ;-; sorry but i hope you like it! i apologize for any grammatical errors ;u;


Everything that you hold on dearly would always perish. 

Just like the relationship you had with him.

The first few months of being in a relationship with him was heaven. It was filled with sweet affections, thousands of ‘i love you’s and ‘i miss you’s despite seeing each other just hours ago. 

Your heart would jump another meter away every time he leans in and places a kiss on your cheeks, your stomach would have thousands of butterflies flapping around every time he stared right into your eyes. Every time you’re with him, you felt like you were in cloud nine. 

For you, he was everything that you ever needed.

Shownu, or may I say Hyunwoo, was a man of few words but he was well-respected by those around him. But when he’s with you, he would become a chatterbox which would surprise those who barely know anything about it. 

Being in a relationship with him was something that you’ve never dreamed off. He was someone who was out of your reach but miracles do happen, for a girl like you who doesn’t really believe in miracles. 

Everything was smoothly going well not until it reached a year and a half when everything started to crumble down. Shownu was preoccupied with all his schedule and responsibilities as a leader. All the frequent phone calls and text messages that the two of you always had before was replaced by just a phone call or text message a day to no calls or even messages for a whole straight week.

From ‘i love you’s and ‘I miss you’s to nothing. It went on like that for a couple of weeks filled with breakdowns and loneliness. After a couple of drinks, you’ve finally had enough. You had enough of being forgotten by someone whom you’ve grown greatly attached to.

Sadly gazing down on your smartphone’s screen, you read the text over and over again before pressing the send button.

to: Hyunwoo (11:32 pm)

Let’s break up.

That was it. There was no way in hell that you were going to back out now. Having your heart torn into thousands of pieces, only to pick them up and put them back together after receiving a message or two from him was utterly exhausting for you already.

Leaning back on your couch with your eyes tightly close, you couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh. The sound of your heart pounding so loudly against your rib cage was the only thing that kept you going. Finally feeling a buzz beside your thighs, you picked your phone up with trembling hands.

Three words, three syllables, thirteen characters but thousands of meaning. 

from: Hyunwoo (11:35 pm)

I’ll be there. 

You could feel your throat run dry. This was not the reply that you wanted. This was not the way how you wanted it to be. It wasn’t in your plan. You wanted to end everything via text and not see him anymore but there he was, telling you that he was gonna come barging in your apartment any time soon.

Throwing your phone out of anger, you let out a frustrated groan with your hands tightly clutched onto your hair. Fuck, fuck, what do I do?! you mentally asked as you paced fro and to.

Hands starting to get clammy by the second passed. It was no use to hide anymore, might as well just face it. Feeling your throat going dry, you waltz your way to the kitchen counter and poured some water on your cup. 

Gulping down every last drop, you could help but let out a sigh. The room was pretty suffocating, especially when the only thing that you can hear was utter silence. Suddenly, your front door clicked open and the sound of footsteps got closer and closer until it stopped right behind you.


Why, of all times, end it now? That was the question that Shownu couldn’t speak out. You couldn’t force yourself to turn around and face him fully. You stood there with your back facing him.

“I want to end everything, Hyunwoo… I can’t be the only person in this relationship to continue hurting just because the other has already forgotten about my very existence…” 

Forgotten? With his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Shownu takes a step forward before grabbing you by the arm, turning you around to face him. “I’ve never forgotten you, [y/n]–”

“Well, what do you call those months without any messages or calls, huh?! Do you call that ‘giving attention’? No, Hyunwoo, fucking no. It’s not. You do not know how many sleepless nights I’ve spent bawling my eyes out because of how much my heart hurts…. how much I needed you to be here with me and how much I yearned your attention…”

You could feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. All the pain and emotions that you’ve held back were pushing their way out of that damned bottle that you’ve been storing them for ages. 

“I missed you, Hyunwoo, I missed you so so much..” you croaked, the tears finally betrayed and slid down your cheeks without stopping. Shownu froze in his spot. His heart shattering at the sight of the woman whom he loved so much hurting because of him. 

“[y/n]…” his voice trailing off, arms reaching out to pull you into a hug but only to be swatted away by you. “Don’t touch me!” 

Guilty was written on his face. Never has he ever imagined that the day when he hurts you finally came. “How come you still have the audacity to reach out for me when throughout these past months, you didn’t reach out to me when I needed you the most?”

“I told you to call or text me, didn’t I?!”

Scoffing at his remark, you looked away from him and barked, “How could I ever bring myself to call or text you when I know you wouldn’t even reply or answer all my damned texts and calls?!”

“[y/n]… I–”

Your hand cracks across his face, snapping it back with the force of his blow and causing his head to reel. The mark of your hand was becoming more prominent on his right cheek, turning bright red like a monkey’s butt.

Freezing on your spot, a loud gasp left your lips and you couldn’t believe what you’ve just done.

O-omo… I… I’m so… sorry.” you panicked as you quickly went closer to him, hands touching the mark that you’ve created. Large tears left Shownu’s eyes, lips quivering from the shock. “Hyunwoo… oh God… I’m so sorry. I-I got caught up with my own emotions..”

Turning his head towards you, his eyebrows were furrowed and the words that left his lips made you more guilty of what you’ve just done. “Do you really want to end it, [y/n]? Can’t you give me a second last chance?”

Second chance…. those words repeated themselves over and over again inside your mind. He’s right…. I’ve never heard his side, and here I am, slapping him..

“If you were to choose, Hyunwoo, from these two choices: career or me , which one would you really pick?”  

Hope glowed in your eyes. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest as you were growing nervous by the minute. Shownu looks directly into your eyes and answers without any hesitation.

“I’d choose you, [y/n].” 

“But if you choose me, why didn’t you communicate with me?” You asked with your hand cupping his cheeks. “I wasn’t able to communicate with you because I was working so hard in order for me and my boys to earn well… in order for me to finally get my phone back..”

“Even if it’s the end of the world, I would work my bones out until I finally get my phone back…. so that I could talk to you again. I had to focus on my career for a moment before I could focus on you again.” 

Shownu’s eyes was filled with sincerity and you knew that. His mouth was then tugged downwards, only to be replaced by a faint smile right away. “Even afterall this time, [y/n], I’d still choose you.”

That was it. That was the only thing that made you a lot guiltier. Bursting out into tears, you couldn’t help but pull him into a tight hug, muttering countless apologies here and there. “I’m so sorry, Hyunwoo… I’m so sorry for misunderstanding and for being self-centered..”

Shaking his head against yours, he plants a couple of kisses on your head as he caress your back, shushing you. “No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to end this relationship of ours, Hyunwoo… I really don’t want to end it.” you muttered against his broad chest. Feeling his chest rumble against your cheeks, you looked up to see a smiling Shownu.

“You’re so cute, babe.” He mutters while kissing away the tears that have fallen. Running his fingers through your brown locks, he bloops your nose with a big smile. “Stop crying. C’mon now, let’s go and eat some ice cream to cheer this baby of mine.”

“Alright… but will you forgive me Hyunwoo?”

Without any warnings, Shownu didn’t think twice but to press his luscious, plump lips on yours, catching you off-guard. Wrapping your arm around his necks, you pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

As heated as the sun, the kiss was gonna turn into a different way, not until your stomach decided to grumble so loudly that it made Shownu to pull away and laugh.

“Aigoo, the kiss might have to wait for a while. Let me go and cook you my famous kimchi fried rice.”

How I found this place...

just going to repost my long post to you…

Hi Jess (jamesandclairefraser), I just wanted to write you some lines. I finally managed to get my own tumblr account (Iwillloveyouforeverandaday —> I just couldn´t come up with something else *lol* I was thinking quite a while how I´m gonna name my blog something that relates to S/C and their love.) Anyways I´m the anon that told you the other day that I promised myself to get a tumblr account IF you ever come back here (german83 anon). Well here I am. :-)

I´m also the anon with the “4th of Jan. theory” the other day…there is actually so much more to my theory but since the “ask” frame only allows limited words I couldn´t write a novel then…well let me explain some more why I think Sam was in LA….first of all Cait had this specific interview, was it Jan. 5 (Thursday)? Sometime around that day when she was asked, if Sam is coming to the GG and she answered “Maybe….I don´t know….” and she laughs it off….so why would she even say something LIKE THAT if she knew exactly that he is NOT in the STATES and definitely NOT attending??? Because he was THERE in LA! There´s no other logical reason to it IMO! Also the anon sighting saying Cait was with a ginger…..and also Cait saying in one interview “we were…” and then cuts off…..So they probably thought about them both attending and maybe outing them right there. Sometime around that time they must have met with their bosses or someone “in charge” and discuss something regarding their relationship and putting a stop to let me call it “faking a sh** show”. I also think their “bosses” or whoever agreed and let them “free” to live their lives on their terms. I also think they thought it through that attending the GG together what cause too much attention so they agreed on a slow reveal and he flies back on Friday or something when he twittered he wants a snack #peanuts  and to be honest, that is something you usually get on a plane. I would bet money on it, he actually was a HAPPY af guy to fly back knowing from now on they are free…a day later we got the twitter fest and him staying up all night for his love of his life. I mean be honest. Would you stay up all night for just a co-worker going all crazy and loved up on your twitter after you just came back from a 14 hours flight??? Usually the answer should be no, unless you LOVE them more than anything!  They wanted to be free and live their lives without hiding and I truly believe that if you hide a relationship for years and can´t be real, it can also break you cos you have to be careful what to say, what to do and that is just not fun at all. It puts too much pressure on people faking to be someone they are not. Just look at the BAFTA´s, that just tells you everything you need to know, I´m still asking myself WHY? Why would someone be so cruel and put strings on such lovely people like Sam and Cait are. I just don´t understand it. If there was some kind of punishment for something, then that person putting strings on them, belongs behind bars. One thing I def. believe that they were forced into this. Cos between their christmas video 2015 and Jan. 2016 there was a 180° change . That would also explain why Sam became so shy and reserved at interviews from last year….he was not allowed to tell the truth and probably he is also not so good in lying or faking something. That´s when a person usually becomes quiet and let other people talk. It would also answer why he answered the question “what is the best thing that happened to you in 2016?” in Leanne Aguilera´s interview from beginning of December in the way he did. Cait answered that she went on a long vacation, you could hear him thinking “oh shit what am I gonna say? I loved that vacation as well…can´t give the same answer….people think we´re only friends…..hmm….shit….what am I gonna say now….arrrghhhhh….????” and there it goes….Sam what was your best thing in 2016? and when it was his turn he´s mumbling something about work and looks at Cait telling her with his eyes….“Babe what am I suppose to say? Can´t give the same answer” I think that´s why she makes fun of his answer, her best thing was away from work and his at work…..lol…..I get why Cait said this to him….probably because she´s sneaky thinking “Babe we had so much fun on our vacation and you answer work?! ö_Ö ??? But don´t worry honey, I know you can´t answer this ;-) ”

So that for now on this “topic”

So let me tell you in a shortcut something about me, I´m Sim (33) from Germany (Eastern Part of Germany) the part that tore down walls 27 years ago because they were sick of feeling imprisoned and spied on and wanted to be free.

Anyways I found Outlander in May 2015 that was the first time they advertised Outlander on VOX being aired in June. From the first time I saw the little trailer I was hooked and so fascinated. So after watching season 1 I was in AWWWW and couldn´t wait for the DVD´s to get out, so after these came out I binged watched the whole season again in 2 days…Since I knew it would still be a long time until season 2 comes out I watched probably every single video of Sam and Cait on youtube. Then season 2 came out in April which I watched online the day it aired in the US, from that day on I started reading the books. Read book 1-4, must say I never read such a thick book of 1.200 pages ever before not even to speak of 4 books….well I read book 3 in 2 weeks, which is a miracle speed in my words, reading pretty much day and night….I loved it so much, I probably read the printshop scene 10 times or more….I just loved it so much. So between Jamie/Claire and googling Sam/Cait I was going back and forth….I was just so amazed by their love that they have for each other it´s hard to miss it. I still can´t believe how people can miss it…..THAT is what you call LOVE, their glances at each other, touches, smiles, their locked eyes. Very rare to find in this world and you are lucky if you find someone who looks at you like that and you feel the same way about them. Like Cait used to say “sometimes the stars align”.

So end of last summer I found  your blog and some others (yellowfeather84, queencaitriona, balfeheughlywed, sablelab, mamatumblz, sassynach, wanderingsummerbreeze, cb4tb, samcait4ever, nopromissessassenach, trixen, etc.) which I LOVE reading and enjoy so much….

There is so much positivity here and I love how I found a good place to be informed about my two favorite people Sam & Cait. I´m also amazed how many good people are on here and celebrate the love between these two. Still can´t think of reasons why some higher powers try to take this part of the fandom apart. Just doesn´t get into my head. For me it´s like we are celebrating their love and support them in everything they do, that´s all we do and I find nothing bad about it! When you deleted your blog last November, I was pretty down and mad coz to me you did nothing wrong. You didn´t harass anyone or put shit out there, all you did was trying to put out positivity and love. That´s why I loved reading your blog otherwise I wouldn´t be here coz I hate reading negativity and hatred. That always makes me sick to my stomach and my heart sink. I just remember Ellen Degeneres once said “if you have nothing nice to say, don´t say anything at all and be quiet”. It´s been years she said it on her show and it sticks with me since then…

well another thing that weirdly connects me to Cait and Outlander is that I have been to Scotland once and the day I put my foot on Scottish ground was September 11, 2013 at Glasgow airport. It gives me kinda chills that I found out that this day is her castaversary. I have no idea if she landed in Glasgow on that day as well or just got the job on that day but for me it will be always special that I was there on THAT particular day which started the journey that I´m all into now. I did a 6 day round trip through Scotland and the highlands with my best friend cause I loved Scotland so much and always wanted to go. At that time I didn´t know about Diana Gabaldon´s books and all that. And for the last two years all the pieces fall into place and start making sense and my love of Scotland just grews bigger and bigger.

so that for now. :-) Just want to tell you, you are a great person, it truly shines through, don´t let anyone tell you something else. Sending you lots of love! ´til later!  💖

101 Futurama Sentence Starters

1. “Oh, crap! It’s a miracle!”

2. “Things don’t exist simply because you believe in them.”

3. “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”

4. “Why don’t you just go to hell!”

5. “This is a cool way to die!”

6. “Every time I interfere, I only make things worse.”

7. “You’re better off solving your own problems.”

8. “Right and wrong are just words. What matters is what you do.”

9. “This is, by a wide margin, the least likely thing that has ever happened.”

10. “I feel like I just went ten rounds with Mighty Thor.”

11. “I feel like I got mauled by Jesus.”

12. “I don’t believe that story for a second.”

13. “When you were a kid, what was your biggest fantasy?”

14. “It’s very important that you never, ever tell anyone. Under any circumstances!”

15. “I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside, where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.”

16. “As if our lives weren’t miserable enough already.”

17. “Let the punishment commence.”

18. “I think I saved us somehow.”

19. “What is going on here?”

20. “Who the hell are you?”

21. “Stop right there. I don’t want to hurt you.”

22. “Isn’t there anything else you can tell me?”

23. “Better we should die than have her learn the shameful truth of her origin.”

24. “You must despise us.”

25. “This is the happiest moment of my life!”

26. “I just hope they like me.”

27. “You’re my hero.”

28. “Don’t you know anything about girls?”

29. “Well, I don’t remember any of that. But I don’t have the wherewithal to defend myself.”

30. “What have I done?”

31. “Hey, hey, we can all fight when we’re drunk.”

32. “That was incredible!”

33. “If I could feel anything right now, it would be pride.”

34. “I feel terrible about what happened.”

35. “If you’ll accept my apology, I hope we can put this embarrassing incident behind us.”

36. “No beer until you’ve finished your tequila!”

37. “I’m not familiar with the sort of thing I’m seeing.”

38. “Why do these popular kids consider you cool all of the sudden?”

39. “I’m afraid the answer is a gritty, in-your-face, no.”

40. “I’ve been a fool. A fully-justified, prudent fool.”

41. “I forgot you could tempt me with things I want.”

42. “I’m sorry for insulting your intellect. Your tiny, tiny intellect.”

43. “I may not be clever, but I have a good heart.”

44. “I can throw up on a stripper anytime. Tonight I want to not throw up on you.”

45. “I’m so angry! But also sad. But I’m still pretty angry. But … also sad.”

46. “I could eat. And fertilize.”

47. “My whole life I’ve been mad at him. And it wasn’t his fault.”

48. “I have to admit, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it.”

49. “Wait! Can I still change my mind?”

50. “That’s the dumbest thing anyone has ever done.”

51. “Admit it! You don’t care about the inner me at all!”

52. “I don’t know what to do! Do you think I should eat more butter?”

53. “I have everything I ever wanted. Money, wealth, riches.”

54. “I’m attracted to you as I’ve ever been!”

55. “In another city, we could be anyone we want.”

56. “Go. Go now, before I beg you to stay.”

57. “I like killing brave things.”

58. “I’ll need accomplices.”

59. “Get out! It’s not fun anymore! I want to be alone!”

60. “I tried to scream, but I barfed.”

61. “I’ve never been so moved. And I see no reason to begin now.”

62. “I am partied out.”

63. “I do love a man in uniform.”

64. “So he didn’t really want to marry me?”

65. “There’s never a cop around when you need one.”

66. “Funny thing about destiny. Sometimes fate has other plans.”

67. “I have no idea what’s going to happen next.”

68. “I’m a pathetic freak. My life is over.”

69. “I’ll never have another moment of happiness.”

70. “She has issues. I’m fine.”

71. “I don’t wanna hit on anybody I already had sex with.”

72. “I’m scared and great at sex!”

73. “I wish I could go with you, pal.”

74. “There’ll never be another like him.”

75. “I refuse to believe anyone is happy!”

76. “Thank you for being my hero.”

77. “I was going to ask you to marry me!”

78. “I deserve this, and more. Keep it coming.”

79. “Oh God, what have I done?”

80. “Don’t hug me, I’ve done a horrible thing!”

81. “For God’s sake, somebody teach me a lesson!”

82. “How was your day?”

83. “I find both genders supremely disappointing.”

84. “Never bet against me being stupid.”

85. “Really, what are we missing out on by not having sex right now?

86. "Being human isn’t just about being happy.”

87. “Welll…Hello from the neck down.”

88. “Did you know there are more than two feelings?”

89. “I suppose I should know your name if I’m going to be drinking ten gallons of alcohol with you.”

90. “I guess I’m just feeling uneasy about us being so on-again off-again.”

91. “If it were up to me, we’d be on all the time.”

92. “If we were together, where would we be ten years from now.”

93. “It’s time for me to leave and make a fresh start.”

94. “It’s good to see you. Is it good to see me?”

95. “I just don’t get why you have to flirt with every bad boy in sight!”

96. “You and I are through!”

97. “Of everyone I’ve ever dated, you are probably in the top ten.”

98. “You always say just the wrong thing in just the right way.”

99. “Everything will be okay so long as my parents don’t find out.”

100. “You’re just jealous, because you’ve never known true love!”

101. “This has gone too far!”

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  • “sometimes for the greater god, sacrifices must be made.” 
  • “but there is one thing he cannot take away from you: your faith.”
  • “and your problem is that you don’t care at all.”
  • “i shall teach you what to say”
  • “though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.”
  • “so don’t you abandon us.”
  • “don’t worry, no one will even notice us coming in,”
  • “so everything i thought, everything i am, is a lie.”
  • “there can be miracles when you believe.”
  • “i will not be dictated to, i will not be threatened.”
  • “nothing you say can change what i’ve done.”
  • “when did god start caring about any of us?”
  • “once i thought the chance to make you laugh was all i ever wanted.”
  • “i did not see because i did not wish to see.”
  • “well, you are rather pathetic.”
  • “we were moving mountains long before we knew we could.”
  • “do you know somewhere he can live free?”
  • “i won’t be given to anyone.”
  • “why is it every time you start something, i’m the one that ends up in trouble?
  • “when all you’ve got is nothing, there’s a lot to go around.”
  • “can hear your people cry?”
  • “why did you choose me?”
  • “i will be with you.”
  • “is this what you wanted?”
  • “no kingdom should be made on the backs of slaves.”
  • “now we are not afraid, although we know there’s much to fear.”
I am convinced you are the reason
an eclipse was ever born.

I believe that on the day your soul was put on this earth the sun and the moon argued for the first time agreeing that they just couldn’t toss a coin to see who got to witness the miracle of you.

they’d both come together even if it meant crashing into each other even if it meant shadowing eachother they would never pass up the opportunity to watch your soul take its first breath  making a world phenomenon many would talk about for years to come but never comparing to the phenomenon of you

more than anything I wholeheartedly believe when they come together ever so often its when you’re the saddest  just to remind you that  you’re the reason they came to be that one night 
because someone
so special
so raw
so incredibly breathtaking 
would’ve never been born under just a plain old sun or moon.
—  Odett G 

anonymous asked:

if you don't mind me asking, what are your favorite siken poems, (or lines), and what do you love about them?

Okay, I’m so sorry that this took me forever to answer, but I wanted to give this question the proper attention it deserves since Richard Siken is probably one of my greatest influences. This is going to be long, so I’ll put it under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your blog! And I really like that mute reaction one you did, it hit me right in the feels. I was wondering if it would be alright to ask for a continuation of it when SS finally did speak if it is not too much to ask for. I hope you have a great day!

Thanks so much for your encouragement! I’m really happy you liked the reaction so much to as for a continuation! I hope you enjoy!

And in case anyone out there hasn’t had the chance to read the original, here’s the link:


Curie: Finally, I’ve done it! Look at everyone; I’m so proud of zhem! I knew my students had zhe potential to be wonderful doctors, and I was right. I thought zhey would roam zhe Commonwealth and help zhe occasional settlement here and zhere, but they stayed to open zhe Commonwealth’s first public hospital, right here in Sanctuary!

“I-I’m proud of you Curie.”

What was-? Zhat voice sounds familiar but…

Sole?” I have not heard zhat voice in years.

I threw my arms around zhem. Am I shaking? Oh, I’m crying again, like when zhey first lost zheir voice, but now it is a happy crying. I love zhe feeling of zheir arms wrapped so tightly around me, but even more so zhe rumbling in their chest zhat compliments zheir voice. I look up at them and smile through my tears. Grabbing zheir cheeks, I kiss zhem. Finishing, I lean back and tell Sole,

“I’m proud of you too.”

Deacon: I always found that face cute: crinkled nose, slightly pursed lips. Usually I’m the cause of a face like that, but Sole walked up to me this time, no prompting or jeering on my part. They opened and closed their mouth for a few seconds, floundering for words, kind of like the pet fish I had when I was a kid. Wait.


 “A-Are you trying to say something boss?” I took my glasses off. I needed to see this without shades in my way. Their eyes looked surprised at me, but they kept their focus.

 “I-I’m sorry.”

 And cue awkward silence. 

I crushed them into a hug and buried my nose in Sole’s hair. “Welcome back boss. Missed you.”

Cait: Left, right, duck, ri-shite! I almost took one straight to the teeth. Gotta be more careful. Ergh! Circle him… circle him…

Maybe you should take more time to rest in between these fights, y’think so Cait? I did promise Sole I would take it easy in the ring this time around. Not like the cage fightin’ I did back in the Combat Zone. Just some good-natured, friendly… fair-

“C-c-c-c-CAIT! T-TWO O’CLOCK!”

Wha- Woah! Nice callout. Thanks- Sole?


“Cait? Cait, can you hear me? Wow, he got you pretty good.” I could feel somethin’ wet dabbin’ at my face.

“That light is way too fuckin’ bright, and who’s shoutin’ right in me ear? I’m gonna give ‘em a good punch to the face if they don’t shut up! … You’re gigglin’ now? Do ya got a death wish?” I pressed my hands against me forehead, blinkin’ a few times against the white lights. When I could finally get a good look at the giggler, I saw Sole.

“So it was you who made the callout! Heh, I knew you had it in you. C’mere!” I pulled Sole down onto the bed with me and rubbed my knuckles into their head. They laughed, and damn, it’s been too long since I heard that.

Nick: I could feel smoke curling up against the gaps in my face; Sole likes watching it rise into the rafters. We were already in bed for the night, their head resting on my chest, my back against the wall, and I started singing something to help Sole fall asleep.

“Living for you, is easy living. It’s easy to live when you’re in love.”

“And, I’m so in love,” cough, “There’s nothing in life, but you.”

“Sole?” I tilted my head down to look Sole in the face. Their voice had been weak and scratchy, but it was there none the less. “W-When did this happen?”

“Today I tried,” cough, “talking again, with Curie and,” cough, “I was actually able to talk a little bit. I was waiting for the right time to,” cough, “tell you.” They smiled that impeccable smile up at me, and boy did that get the coolant pumping. I hugged them close to me and let my head fall back on the wall.

“Living for you is easy living. It’s easy to live when you’re in love. And, I’m so in love. There’s nothing in life, but you.”

Danse: “Danse… Danse.” It was late, and I had already been asleep for at least a couple of hours when someone shook me awake. I heard my name; the voice was unfamiliar. Well, maybe not entirely unfamiliar, but definitely not a voice I had heard in a while. I rolled over to face my partner,

Sole?” I dragged two hands down my face and over my eyes, heart pumping enough adrenaline through my system to push me past the initial post-sleep drowsiness. “Sole, did you just… say my name.”

“…Yes. I… I think I did. I had a nightmare, and I just… needed… you…”

Without another thought I pulled Sole to my chest with all the strength my arms could muster while taking deep, relieved breaths. I held them for a good long while, feeling their soft, warm, and tickling breaths against my neck, and I knew for the first time in months that everything was going to be okay again.

X6-88: I suppose I was satisfied with Sole’s progress, even though they only answered in truncated phrases. We sat beside the lake on the rocky shore. Ocassionally Sole would select a pebble from the ground beside them and toss it into the lake in such a way that it skipped across the surface of the water.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I queried.

“…My dad…” They replied. Short. Typical. But also nice.

“Can you teach me how to do that?”

Sole smiled at me: a rare sight as of recently.

“Of course I can X.”

I let a small laugh escape me.

“That’s your first full sentence since you started talking again Sole… I’m proud of you.”

They smiled again, and placed a smooth pebble in my hand.

MacCready: “Grognak entered the cave of the Sphinx to end the curse once and for all! Upon confronting the she-beast, it growled, ‘Grognak! Flash me those… sweet barbarian tarberries? Well, I guess that’s what you get when random wastelanders decide to play mad-libs with old comic books.” I sighed; and this was a rare issue too.

“…Hehe… hahahaha-cough-hahaha-cough- aheheheheee- cough cough cough. Oh, i-it hurts, but-cough-hehehe!”

Oh my gosh, “Sole! You can talk! You can talk!” I grabbed them by the shoulders and sensed the ever-growing grin widening across my face. This was definitely making it on the list of my top ten favorite days.

“Y-yeah! I guess I can!” Sole beamed right back at me! “Well… go on then! I want to see Grognak flash his tarberries!”

“Haha! Well then, where was I?”

Hankcock: Just one more hit, then I’m done. If I had a cap for every time I promised myself that, I’d be the richest mayor in the Commonwealth. Wait, I already am. Well then, I’ll just count it as extra insurance. Heh.

I was laid out on the floor of my state room, wasted and bordering on an overdose. Suddenly a blurry face buzzes across my field of vision, and I can barely make out Sole’s unique features.

“Hancock! Hancock!”

I was sure I must’ve gone way past my limit because I swore I just heard Sole say my name. They hadn’t spoken in months. Man, I must’ve really been tripping.

“Farenheit! Help! It’s Hancock!”

“Argh! Geez, did a herd of Brahmin stampede across my forehead last night?” I rubbed at my eyes for a little longer than necessary because damn, who left the curtains open?



“You stupid ghoul!” Smack! “Don’t you ever do that again! You had me worried!”

“Ow! … Hey, Sole! You got your voice back!” Sole’s face tried to grimace and laugh at the same time; it was cute.

“Shut up! You almost killed yourself being stupid! Four canisters of jet? Really?” Sole’s finger poked near my face.

“Heh, alright alright. No more binging. As long as you promise not to spring the silent treatment on me anymore. Deal?”


“Now that’s what I like to hear sunshine.”

Piper: “So yeah… Nat’s reaching that age where all the boys flock to her like radroaches to a hot brahmin carcass. Fortunately, her big sis taught her how to throw a mean punch. Heh, she broke one kid’s nose the other day; took her to get some noodles after she told me what happened.”

“Hhhh- hhhhh-haha-hahahahaha-cough-hahahaha!”

“Sole… Are you… laughing? Hahaha! O my gosh! I haven’t heard that in so long! Sole! Hahahaha!”

I wrapped my arms around Sole’s shaking shoulders. I couldn’t believe it! Sole, laughing! And after all this time! I had already given up hope after the first year, but I guess miracles do still happen. That, or karma finally got its crap together. Whatever it is, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that laugh.

I need to buy Nat another bowl of noodles.

Preston: I had to put the knife I was using to cut the carrots down on the cutting board to listen closer.

“Hahahahaha! Fetch Dogmeat! Hahaha!”

I walked to the window of mine and Sole’s Sanctuary home, and out there in the backyard was Sole tossing around an old beaten up Frisbee with Dogmeat, laughing. I began laughing myself. I-I hadn’t heard that in years! And I thought I never would again. It’s just as beautiful as the first day they stepped out of the vault and into my life.

Sole waved at me when they noticed my laughing. I waved back, and I could feel an enormous grin stretching across my teeth.

“Hey you over there! With the dog! I love you!”

“I love you too Preston!”

Oh man. I smiled wider and felt like the luckiest man alive because I knew I was gonna be the only one who got to hear that every day, from now until the moment I die. I love you too Sole, I love you too.

Dogmeat: “Dogmeat! Come here boy! Come here!”

That’s my master! I haven’t heard them call my name in forever, but I would never forget the way they sound! I can tell that they’re happy by the way they talk to me in that squeaky voice. They only use it whenever they pet my tummy, so I walked over to them and rolled over.

“That’s a good boy! Who’s my baby? Who’s my sweet puppy? You are! Oh yes you are!”

Codsworth: “Sole? Sturges said you were looking for me? I’m always happy to be of service, as you know!” I rounded the corner of the hallway and came face to sensor with a mischievously smiling Sole. “Sole, what is that smile for? Are you hiding something?”

“Just this.”

“S-Sole!” It was hard to believe it even though I heard them speak with my very own audio receptors. Sole… spoke! They actually spoke! “Sole, y-you spoke! I-I’m so happy, when did you find out?”

“This morning! I woke myself up by talking in my sleep hahaha! Who knew I could talk this entire time?”

“Oh Sole! This is just wonderful news! If I could give you a hug, I would!”

Sole latched their arms around my body-piece and hummed into the metal.

“Thanks Codsworth! You’re the best!”

I chuckled.

“No no my dear, it is you who are the best.”


“GOOD! HUMAN SPEAK AGAIN! INTIMIDATE ENEMY! But, what wall ever do to human?”

Cheese Dick Means I Love You in Ghost Speak and I Think That's Beautiful

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) as requested <3

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Vlad Masters (pupil au)

Rating: G (or RG for Really Gay)

Warnings: i hate formatting ghost speak, do you even know the trouble i went through? it was horrible and shame on both tumblr and ao3 for not letting me use cool fonts. Im warning you now that i ended up just keysmashing it

Summary: Danny is absolutely awful at both ghost speak and confessions but Vlad doesnt seem to mind. Based off this comic by dear @promsien 

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slytherin-pansexual-pride  asked:

Can you do a scorbus thing where one of them gets dumped and when they're telling person B about it their reasoning is ' they didn't like you, so it wouldnt have worked out anyways. Were a package deal man' or something like that?

(Sure! I changed the “gets dumped” thing but otherwise it’s mostly along the lines of what you asked for, I think.

Also, I like a friendly Scorpius who doesn’t let his anger show often but when it does - oh boy!)

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Albus was doing his best not to let a smile spread across his face. He felt relief and joy but the moment was absolutely terrible to let either of those show. Scorpius had stormed into the their dormitory not a minute earlier, cursing and looking like a natural disaster in progress. He had taken a deep breath, trying to calm himself before announcing he and his brand new boyfriend had broken up.

And that, of course, was the source of Albus’ joy. Which he was still not going to show. Not that Scorpius would have noticed either way, not while he was so busy gesturing and stomping, complaining about what-was-his-name-again a.k.a the ex-boyfriend. Albus bit his lower lip to stop the smile again.

“That was the absolute worst date I have ever had! That inconsiderable self-obsessed arsehole! I can’t believe he somehow managed to fool me into going on a second date! How did he hide his rotten personality the first time is beyond me.”

Yeah, it was beyond Albus as well. When Scorpius had told him that he was planning on going out with The Arsehole™ again, Albus’ jaw had hit the floor. But ‘miracles’ happen apparently. And he had no time for contemplation again as Scorpius continued his tirade.

“Whatever, I’ll spare you all the gross and absolutely unacceptable details of that farce of a date but do you know what the last drop was?!? Ha, you’re not gonna believe this - he said he didn’t like you! How crass could a person be to tell their date they don’t like their best friend of 5 bloody years?!? But that was not the stupidest thing that came out of his mouth. Nooo, not at all! He told me that if we were to continue our relationship - ha, relationship! - I had to spend less time with you or preferably - none at all!”

Albus’ heart was going wild. Seeing Scorpius so protective of him and of their friendship was such a wonderful thing. His voice cracked a bit when he spoke.

“Wha-What did you tell him?”

Scorpius huffed and scrunched up his nose.

“What do you think? I told him to go fuck himself. You and I are a package deal after all!”

Albus let a blinding smile finally adorn his face. This was his chance! He just had to gather a bit of courage. His dad had defeated Voldemort. Surely he could ask a bloke out, right? The rush of adrenaline proved to be enough as it shot him to his feet from his sitting position on the bed.

“How about we go out? Just the two of us, as a package. I promise a better date than the one you just had.”

Albus didn’t want to think about his face at that moment. He had just casually asked out his best friend and he was about to freak out very soon. He probably looked ridiculous as well - too many emotions were fighting for dominance over his facial features. But once again, relief and joy won over when Scorpius smiled brightly.

“I’d love to.”

anonymous asked:

Mpreg!germanyxitaly as nations could you do? I don't have prompt so you can decide. Maybe like each paragraph could be a month or something.??

I hope you meant/don’t mind for Germany to be the pregnant one

Pairing: GerIta (Germany x North Italy/Veneziano)

  • North Italy/Veneziano as himself
  • Germany as the pregnant one
  • Ft. The rest of the nations

It was a miracle that was only seen once in a lifetime for many. Nations can’t simply have children like humans do, especially two nations together. Even if a nation were to impregnate a human, it would end in a miscarriage. The only known ways of nations to be born would be as it was always done…a group of people formed a nation, and among them, a child will appear unlike the others, representing its people.

However there were special circumstances that blessed nations with a chance of natural parenthood, and this moment was one of those. Veneziano and Germany had reached to a point in their relationship where their love was pure and strong enough for the miracle to happen. Germany had become pregnant, and within a few months, he would give birth to a child, a new nation, created out of the union of Germany and Northern Italy, a nation where two cultures mixed into one. They didn’t know where on the world would the nation’s home will appear, or how big it will become. But it was assured that a nation would be formed regardless.

The fact that it was Germany that was pregnant wasn’t hard to figure out. He had started to have nausea and morning sickness, hurrying up from bed earlier than usual just to puke and getting tired much easier. The defining fact was when he smelled a bowl potatoes and for once in his life, turned it down, claiming it was turning his stomach. They quickly went to a doctor appointed by their governments who made the discovery that Germany was in fact, pregnant.

Once they found out, Germany and Veneziano realized it was a miracle and agreed to keep it secret just a little bit longer until the next world meeting. But that night Veneziano told Romano and Seborgia, who then told Spain and Sealand and Wy, who then told France and Prussia and Belgium and Netherlands, who then told Seychelles and Austria and Hungary…and so on.
Needless to say the next meeting around the second month, it wasn’t even about the world problems anymore, but over the miracle of a new child and nation that would soon join them.

“Dude, I can’t believe it! We’re going to have a new little dude with us I can’t wait!” America squealed, overall excited.

“How wonderful! Veneziano, Germany, congratulations!” Hungary smiled.

“I have to admit. Never in my years have I ever seen it happen…this could possibly be the first time since the beginning of time.” England added.

“Why of course! You underestimate the power of love! These two have simply outdone it, even outdone me!” France boasted.

“West, does this mean I’m going to be an uncle?!” Prussia asked as he shook Germany around.

“Oh great. If the child falls under your influence then we’re all doomed.” Austria added dramatically.

“As if I’m letting you potato loving bastards influence my brother’s kid! Vene, we have to make sure it doesn’t end up having such terrible taste like your potato loving husband.” Romano insisted, not like he tried to hide that last statement.

“I can hear you!” Germany groaned.

“I bet the kid would LOVE churros!” Spain cooed.

“If he’s going to be a tiny nation like us then it should totally join our Micronations club!” Sealand cheered.

“You don’t know how big the kid will get yet. He could end up being a small as you or as big as Mister Russia!” Australia reminded.

“As big as me? I don’t even really care. A new nation, how joyful! I wonder if he will like sunflowers or snow. I can show him how to knit scarves too!” Russia chuckled.

“We need to also remember that we don’t know its initial sex! It could be a girl for all we know!” Ukraine smiled.

“Maybe he’ll be like one of us and can end up joining the Nordics!” Denmark smirked.

“Or the Baltic Trio!” Latvia smiled.

“I don’t mean to cut the mood short but I feel that we are suffocating the expecting parents.” Japan finally added.

“Y-Yeah, give us a break.” Germany chuckled. Veneziano clasped his hands together.

“I don’t know how the child will be, or if it will be a boy or a girl, or what kind of nation it will become…I’m too happy to really think about all of that!” Veneziano finally spoke, holding Germany’s hand. Suddenly Germany’s face turned pale as he clasped his hands over his mouth.

“V-Vene…!” Germany gasped. Veneziano’s eyes widened in realization.

“A-A bucket, something!!” Veneziano called.

“HERE!” China yelled, suddenly throwing a small trashcan across the room, having it bounce off Canada’s head before Germany caught it, puking right into it. It would be the longest nine months of their eternal lives.

By the third month everyone important in the world knew. World leaders, politicians and all.  Besides such everything continued as normal, everyone working and so on. Germany’s nausea had decreased enough to be able to work without carrying a barf bag around. But the cravings had begun to kick in, and it was the strangest thing Veneziano had ever encountered, yet intriguing regardless. He regained his appetite for potatoes…and other ‘snacks’. For whatever reason he always wanted pickles. On break, at dinner, at midnight. Anything and everything needed to have pickles. Veneziano would wake up in the middle of the night to find his husband missing from bed, only to find him in the kitchen eating potatoes stuff with pickles and sausages.

By the fourth month his baby bump had started to show, and Germany was even more excited than Veneziano about it. He would feel it gently, murmur in his native tongue of how happy and anxious he was for the baby’s arrival. Every time he had the chance, he would show it off. Not that Veneziano minded. It was rare to see him this excited, and made him extremely happy. But with the bump came another change of hormones. Which meant that Germany began to become much more moody than usual. Germany was a man with little expressions, but of course the pregnancy forced his body to show otherwise, which was a bit scary. Veneziano took notice of this when Germany asked if they had any pickles. Veneziano explained that they had ran out, but that he would get some in the morning. Of course he expected his husband to pout, but he didn’t expect him to cry. But he did. Out of nowhere, Germany began to cry, tears falling down his cheek, much to Veneziano’s worry. After a long explanation from Germany about how nice pickles were and that he was just sad that he had ate them all, Veneziano didn’t hesitate to buy an entire box of the beloved pickles while asking Hungary for advice.

The fifth month was rather normal. His tummy increased of size, and so did his appetite. At times he would day dream or casually forget a thing or two, but overall everything was normal. One thing that both of them noticed was the fact that Germany’s bellybutton had popped out, which Veneziano thought was the cutest thing he had ever seen.  Lots of pictures were taken, needless to say.

The sixth month was rough on Germany. He had started to experience fatigue, and lots of leg cramps and back aches, making it hard on the work dutiful man. Veneziano was more than happy to keep him comfortable, however, always making sure he got rest and giving him small massages here and there.

The seventh month was extremely exciting. The nations were starting to send over toys and clothing for the child, everything they received being so different and unique and lovely that the baby was sure to love. The child nation was also starting to make its presence known. It happened at night, Germany waking up a sleeping Veneziano and getting his hand on his stomach. There the two felt the baby move, its small limbs pressing against the skin before calming back down. The two barely slept that night, just holding each other excitedly while feeling for every possible movement. It was absolutely magical.

Eight months in went rather slow. Germany’s appetite continued, though by this point he had relieved himself from the pickles. However Braxton Hicks began to kick in, causing panic every once in a while. The pains were almost unbearable, but Veneziano was always there to assure him that he had gone through worse, and that it was only one more step closer for it all to be over, and to start a new life as parents of a new nation.

By the ninth month everything and everyone was virtually ready for the child’s arrival. A room, clothing and any toys, and so on, everyone was anxious of the upcoming miracle. No one was more anxious than Germany and Veneziano. They were worried about how the delivery would go, and Germany especially felt unable to sleep at all worried that the baby could decide to come out into the world at any moment. Never had the parents felt happier nor scared of their upcoming parenthood. It seemed that everything was simply going to go on as normal as usual…and then it happened. In the middle of a world meeting, no less. They were discussing about global warming again, when suddenly a sharp pain shot straight up Germany’s body, and instantly, every bone in his body screamed at him, and he knew. It was time.

“…Vene…!” Germany murmured, trying not to cause panic despite the pain. Veneziano was ever so slightly distracted with his brothers. Germany’s patience wore thin already. “EVERYONE!!!” He screamed, his voice booming across the room, causing everyone to stop and turn to him. He had panic in his eyes, his skin rather pale. “T-The baby.” He whispered. Everyone simply stared for a minute to analyze his words…and then everybody panicked.

“THE BABY!” America, Britain and Australia yelled, a nearby France fainting.

“EL BAMBINO?!” The Vargas brothers yelled before screaming.

“Oh el bebe!” Spain cheered, much to everyone else’s dismay.

“Don’t just stand there! We have to go go GO!” China reminded everyone, quickly creating order within the chaos. It was a wild ride. Russia and Bulgaria helped Germany. Prussia and Spain were stuck with carrying France until he woke up. The Italians kept praying in their native tongue out of habit, Hungary doing her best to keep the calm as Austria drove. What seemed forever was mere minutes as they reached to the nearest hospital, government officials trying to explain the staff how this was even possible and that they would forget about it anyway, Germany being taken away as the staff stopped everyone there from going any further.

“Only family members!” The nurse warned. Quickly Veneziano and Prussia stepped up, being husband and brother as they were ushered in. Whatever happened in there sounded like bloody murder. Veneziano and Prussia freaking out while Germany yelling back for them to calm down. In the waiting room speculations were going rampant. It seemed to last forever.

Suddenly, everyone stopped. A feeling surged across the room, through all of their bodies. It was as if they had felt a warm light suddenly flourish, and just as quickly vanish, filling their bodies with warmth and lightness, all of their hearts skipping a beat. Everyone felt it. Every nation from all around the world. It was the feeling of a lifetime. The sign that a nation had been born. Just as quickly as the silence was created, it was broken by a piercing cry. The same nurse who had restricted everyone from busting in came back out, announcing the birth of a healthy child. Everyone rushed in as soon as they were allowed to.
Inside the room sat Germany on a bed, holding a small bundle covered in white. Veneziano was next to him, tears falling down his face as Prussia was trying his best not to cry as well, but failing.

“Is that…?!” Russia asked, gasping as the bundle moved. Germany and Veneziano nodded, showing off a small child within the white sheets. It had an unnatural glow, ever so light yet barely notable. Eyes closed, bundled up. Everyone began to tear up.

“Oh my goodness…!” Britain whispered, shedding a tear.

“A new nation…never I thought that I would live to see the day…” Ukraine murmured.

“It’s so CUTE!!!” Denmark cried, getting smacked by Norway to hush down.

“What will be their name?” Japan finally asked.

Veneziano and Germany shrugged.

“We don’t know just yet. But we’ll figure it out.” Veneziano smiled, sharing a kiss with Germany as the two held the child in their arms. For a moment, the child could finally understand sound, and as it opened its eyes to witness the world around it, the entire world watched with a smile, welcoming the new nation into the world.

“Welcome to Earth, little one!”

Dear lord! This is happening!

It’s Christmas time, so I decided to challenge myself artistically (?) and share my ‘dream time-team’ illustration along with a fic inspired by this particular piece of art. I’m kind of nervous (af) right now, because that’s the very first time, my drawing has colours and patterns. As for the fic… I hope it’s not complete disaster ;)

Well, it can’t be, because the lovely @flabbergabst was my beta (once again thank you darling), so this is for her and also all of those Captain Canary fandom members, who didn’t have time to sign up for Secret Santa 2016 <3

I hope this gift will be enough. Enjoy!

(I own nothing)


Time-Family Portrait

Waverider, Christmas Day 2017

It was the team’s first holiday together after getting back Rip and brainwashed Leonard from his stint with the Legion of Doom. The return of their teammates was enough reason to celebrate, even if the Team Legends was still floating in space, waiting for a warning to fix time aberrations.

Despite Rip’s efforts, he could not convince Sara to stay with them as a captain. She refused, explaining that it was too much responsibility and stress to bear. She always loved to be a fighter, not a mastermind. Rip understood and took the position, which once was meant for him. Deep down, Captain Hunter knew she was right.

Unfortunately, being the Waverider’s captain for a long time made her feel older. She became more experienced in fact, but the burden just made her become worried for everyone. It made her become afraid of failure. Still, this didn’t stop her from teasing Rip about her innate talent for leadership.

One of those discussions started exactly before Ray prepared a camera for taking a special Christmas portrait of whole team.

“Oh come on! You know I was born to be in charge!” Sara proudly exclaimed, with raised eyebrows and a wide smile on her face, as she sat on Leonard’s lap, who looked at her with a smirk, like she was a goddess.

“I never said you were not, Ms. Lance! It was you who refused my offer of being the captain of the Waverider. Not me,” noticed Rip, pointing at himself in defensive gesture and sitting next to the crook and assassin, none of them hearing the sound of the flashlight.

“Yeah, Blondie! Why didn’t you say ‘yes’ to that? I liked you being my boss. At least I trusted you more than I trust him,” Mick pointed truthfully in Hunter’s direction as Amaya shifted to get herself more comfortable on the pyro’s knees.

“You know that was rude, don’t you Hothead?” teased Vixen, leaning slowly to whisper at Mick’s ear.

“I’ve never been good at lying,” Mick responded. “Besides it’s me who has the longest experience with piloting a timeship so cut me some slack, Foxie.”  He shrugged and sneered as he spotted Amaya rolling her eyes.

“What? Choosing Blondie to take Time-Dad’s place while he’s been gone, was the best idea we ever had. I’d vote for her for the next elections, to be honest,” Rory said, raising up his beer toward Sara, receiving a little wink from resurrected assassin.

“I don’t think there will be another election Mick,”  Len smirked at his criminal partner. He knows that they share the same opinion regarding Sara being captain but he knows it’s a delicate matter, therefore refusing to show any sign of agreement. Sara knew better, so she took the opportunity to lightly punch his shoulder and give him murderous look, playing it off with a smile.

Resigned, Captain Hunter shook his head and raised an eyebrow after Leonard’s comment, not even trying to read between the lines. He then again spoke with confidence. “Was that a suggestion to make ‘you’ a captain, Mr. Rory? If that’s what you want, I can offer you some probationary time. Will you take it?”

“Better question is, would anyone want to stay on a Waverider with knowledge that Mick is responsible for fixing the timeline?” Sara seemed a bit perplexed both about Rip’s suggestion and Mick’s final answer, so she just exchanged a look with Snart to hide her exasperation.

It was then Martin’s turn to have a say in the conversation. “Considering that Mr. Rory has an extraordinary tendency to light things on fire and to ‘blow stuff up’, I suppose this is a bad idea,” he said, finally taking his eyes away from a book he was reading.

“Hey! I would have trusted Mick with my life… eventually,” Amaya interjected furrowing her forehead, pouted lips on her face. “Would you?”


Leonard, Rip, and Sara said at the same time, causing a burst of laughter from every ‘time-parent’ or ‘rogue’ sitting in a first row.

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doitforrher  asked:

Hi Butterfly! Now that we've seen proof of the existence of the Old gods and R'hllor, is it possible that the Seven and the Drowned God also really exist? Apologies if you've already addressed this; I couldn't find it on your blog. Thank you! 💕

I’ve got quite a few posts about the “reality” of the gods in my #asoiaf religions tag, and a bunch about the Faith in #the faith of the seven tag, but it’s kind of scattered, so no worries. I just want to note that per GRRM, the truth of the religions is not really the point:

GRRM: Well, the readers are certainly free to wonder about the validity of these religions, the truth of these religions, and the teachings of these religions. I’m a little leery of the word “true” — whether any of these religions are more true than others. I mean, look at the analogue of our real world. We have many religions too. Are some of them more true than others? I don’t think any gods are likely to be showing up in Westeros, any more than they already do. We’re not going to have one appearing, deus ex machina, to affect the outcomes of things, no matter how hard anyone prays. So the relation between the religions and the various magics that some people have here is something that the reader can try to puzzle out. 

Magic is real, that’s a given. Some of the gods that people worship appear to be connected with magic. But, for example, is R’hllor truly a “god”, or is it a fundamental power that sometimes magically answers people who follow certain ceremonies? I think there’s a distinction there. Just because there is some kind of fire entity or energy that is powering people (bringing Beric back to life, giving Melisandre visions, etc), it doesn’t mean that this being actually has any of the characteristics that its followers believe it has. That is, it isn’t necessarily merciful (or vengeful, or whatever) nor does it consider all other gods to be demons, it just Is. That’s GRRM’s distinction between a religion – the beliefs people have about the gods – and magic – the things “gods” can do.

The being worshipped as the Drowned God is also very likely a powerful entity, this one related to water magic. It may be that it is powering Patchface’s visions. It may be that it did other magical things in the past. (Though note that drowned men are not really returned to life by the power of the Drowned God, but by CPR performed correctly.) But is the Drowned God actually a paternal figure who lives beneath the waves and welcomes the glorious dead to an underwater Valhalla? Almost certainly not. Is it actually a Lovecraftian tentacle monster who will be summoned by a ceremony of blood and destruction? Mmm… probably not that either. Mind you, an epic kraken or Lovecraftian tentacle monster might respond to such a ceremony, and maybe some will name it the Drowned God (maybe characters, maybe readers), but I very much doubt that GRRM will make it explicitly clear that it is truly one thing or the other.

Now, the Old Gods may appear to be an exception here, but they really aren’t. They aren’t “gods” as such; rather what is called “the Old Gods” is actually a network of ancient unconscious greenseers bound to weirwoods. This network is semi-omniscient in the sense that if you tap into it you can see past and present and maybe future, especially where weirwoods stand. And it is probable that the psychic/magic potential of all those in the network could once have done great things (like the Hammer of the Waters that broke the landbridge of Dorne into the Stepstones, and drowned the Neck). But do the Old Gods actually care about those humans who kneel in vigil before the weirwoods? Well, other than those networked greenseers (for example, Bran) who have a connection to those people… probably not, alas. But there’s still a lot of potential there, for power or magic when needed.

And as for the Seven… it may be that there was once a seven-in-one entity that gave visions to the Andals way back when. (I doubt there was ever an actual Hugor of the Hill.) And maybe it actually let some people perform miracles, once. But over time people believed less in the Seven and more in the structures of the Faith – in the statues, in the septs, in the books, in the crystals – believing more in the shell that grew up around the gods than in the gods themselves. (And the Faith has a more complex structure/shell than just about any other religion we know of in ASOIAF.) So maybe there was once true power to the Seven, powered by its believers… but if so, it’s probably non-existent now, or nearly so. Maybe it can still do small things – a spark of belief to motivate a man who might die otherwise, or answer a breathless prayer – but I doubt that the Seven will ever do any grand magic like the other entities that answer to the names of the various gods. Does that make the Seven less “real”? I don’t think it really matters.

See, the point is not whether religions are valid, if the gods are real, or even if people can perform magic with the help of “gods”. What matters is what people do with their belief, with the power they can access, and why they do it. That’s the point of GRRM saying there won’t be any deus ex machina, gods on stage answering prayers – it’s people that are the most important thing in ASOIAF. Always were, always will be. People and their choices, the human heart in conflict with itself. “Here and now, we are alive.”

The Matrix {Sentence Starters}
  • "This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back."
  • "Do you believe in fate?"
  • "What is real? How do you define 'real'?"
  • "I'm going to enjoy watching you die."
  • "That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth."
  • "You're cuter than I thought."
  • "How did I beat you?"
  • "I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here."
  • "So what do you need? Besides a miracle."
  • "Nobody has ever done this before."
  • "There is no spoon."
  • "I know my rights. I want my phone call."
  • "I know you're out there!"
  • "Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions."
  • "To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human."
  • "It doesn't matter what I believe."
  • "I thought it wasn't real!"
  • "Never send a human to do a machine's job."
  • "Welcome to the real world."
  • "This never happened. You don't exist."
  • "You've been living in a dream world..."
  • "I used to eat there. Really good noodles."
  • "I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin."