in their simplest

It hits you in the simplest of ways.
How precious life is.
Did mothers kiss their babies goodbye?
Not knowing it was the final goodbye?
Did friends take pictures?
Not knowing it was their final one?
It creeps in on you.
The stillness of it all.
The finality.
That nothing matters.
22 (babies) dead.
Not so soon.
Not again.
Humanity filled with dread.
No place safe.
Not concerts.
Not schools.
Not theatres.
Not clubs.
Living in a 21st century bloodbath.
It creeps in on you.
The stillness of it all.
Time and time again.
Humanity.
Pushed to the brink.
Yet.
You realize.
Life is precious.
We must hold every moment with care.
And rise and rise again (with love).
We must hold each other with care.
And rise and rise again (with love).
—  The world cries with you, Manchester // @abillionlittlethoughts
#ManchesterStrong

so i have been re-watching interviews that niall has done for slow hands and the one with ryan seacrest, he mentions that niall’s voice/the way he sings reminds him of ray lamontagne and i rmr him saying that but didnt pay much attention to it at the time but i went and really listened to some of his songs and i cant TOTALLY hear it. and i love that “comparison” tbh….its very fitting. 

37, G.D

Originally posted by itsjoanneee

‘My ex was never like this!” the words that could just make you bust into tears right then and there. You and Grayson had been going through a rough patch lately, a really bad one. It’s probably been one of the worst months of your relationship, honestly. Not one day had been left without an argument. Even over the simplest things, such as who was cooking dinner that night. Or what tv show you were planning to watch. Whatever it was, could end up in a screaming match between the both of you. Cutting each others throats, words piercing through the tongue like a knife. But this night. This had been the worst. The one thing, Grayson had promised to never do, happened. He compared you to his ex, he knew how insecure you were. And she, well was the definition of perfect. Anyone could agree. And well you, you weren’t. Well at least in your eyes, you weren’t. Grayson would always tell you how beautiful you were, and yet you still didn’t believe him. As soon as the words left his mouth, he could see the hurt fill your eyes, who couldn’t. It was obvious it would upset you. Who would like their boyfriend saying, well basically they wish you were his ex. “Y/n, baby. I’m sorry.” As he saw your eyes fill up with tears. “No, no baby don’t cry!” He said as he pulled you into his chest. “Grayson. Do you mean it, do you miss her or something!” you yelled into his chest. “No, y/n. Baby it just slipped out. I promise, I love you babygirl.” He spoke sweetly. “Why did you say it then, it has to mean something if it just “slipped” out.” You told him. “Listen, it’s just that. Well all we do is fight now. When was the last time either of us said I Love You? A month, right?” he spoke through tears passing his hazel eyes. “Baby. You know I love you? Right.” He said once more. “Yes, I do. I love you too, more than anything.” You replied. The next few minutes was filled with silence as you laid on his chest, silently crying. “Hey gray?” you asked, “Hmm”. “Do you think we’ll ever get through this, like do you think we’ll ever be the same?” you asked him, voice filled with sorrow. “Yes, we will. We always do.” He said. The rest of the night was filled, with well love that’s been missing for a while now. Hopefully never to leave again.

Sorry the website’s been down for a while; my Wordpress theme exploded on me and I’ve been meaning to migrate to another platform for a while now, so that’s currently in progress.

Fun facts about static site generators:

1. They’re awesome.
2. Like most things made by coders for coders, they’re a usability nightmare for all but the simplest purposes, because they assume you’re happy to dig in and write code to do anything complex.
(2a. That’s not even an inaccurate assumption in this case, but damn do I wish I could recommend one for general audiences.)
3. Most of them are so geared towards blogs they don’t really work for actual… static… sites.
4. It looks like the only one remotely equipped to handle a collection of Shiny Things with various page types, sections, subsections, series, galleries, and bilingual/translated versions of the same document… is called Hugo.
5. I SWEAR TO GOD I’M NOT MAKING UP #4. AND IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT OL’ VIC IT’S JUST A DUMB PUN ON A PROGRAMMING LANGUAGE CALLED GO. REALITY ONCE AGAIN DEFIES SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF.

anonymous asked:

For the 2CT ask, according to google translate, it says 子 means child (singular) & there's no other meaning to it that suggests that it's plural. So, does that mean that 子 can't be interpreted as children? Or is the google translate wrong?

………. If google translate (which is a completely free tool btw) was to be trusted 100%, i.e. if it could read between the lines and always got everything right including the subtle nuances as well as ambiguous phrasings, then there would be no need for professional translators in this world. xD

Anyway.

No, google translate is correct, but it just doesn’t list all the meanings the word 子 has, because it’s a free online tool. It’s not supposed to be a dictionary nor a grammar book, so of course google would just give you the simplest translation and wouldn’t tell you that there’s neither a strict differentiation between plural and singular nor articles (the/a) in our language, which means that this simple Kanji can mean

  • a child
  • the child
  • the children
  • some children
  • children in general

depending on the context! :D

anonymous asked:

tbh you should stop the pretentious meta and read chapter 23 where they say that annie was the one who called the titans during the first attack (page 15). she was involved in the attack in the walls, get over it.

What are you talking about? I should get over what exactly? Why must you constantly jump to conclusions and assume that I’m trying to whitewash what Annie has done or something?

Do you really find it so hard to understand the simplest of points? Honestly, how many times do I have to reiterate that I’m not trying to erase or downplay any of Annie’s crimes? In my post I didn’t even disagree with your statement - I said that it’s a presumption based on her ability that’s most likely to be the case. So why are you here exactly? Spouting this drivel as if it’s even relevant or warranted?

Even in my very last post, I clearly said in the penultimate paragraph:

“Despite Annie having no excuse for her transgressions, her loyalty towards Marley is far more questionable than Reiner and Bertolt’s.”

That was the point I’m making.

So for goodness sake, read the post and try to have even the slightest understanding of it before you come to my blog under your cowardly anonymous veil, acting as if you have the faintest idea of the point I was trying to make, because it’s obviously too complicated a concept for you to fathom.

anonymous asked:

So your fics are amazing and I'm new to the fandom and have read them all. So any bts fic recs?

Ah thank you so much dude! I’m actually writing up a storm right now. And sure thing! I have a tag for fic recs, and here are some random recent ones I’ve read and really enjoyed: 

These are just some from my bookmarks, but I have an in-progress fic rec post that’s pretty huge so…. hopefully I get around to posting that?? But if you have a pairing/vibe that you like, let me know and I can rec you something specific!

“How many shitty poems does if take till I can finally write a decent one again?
I tried smoking cigarettes thinking that it would help. All they left me with was a bad headache and nausea I can’t kick. I guess this is what I get for leaving the things I love on a shelf. Talents don’t stay around long when you give up on them. I was just tired of writing his name that even looking at my notebook made my head spin.
My poetry became my own poison.
It was self-destruction in the simplest form.
I start to wonder what is going to kill me first.
The cigarettes or all the built up words stuck in my throat.”
Via - ( @unknown-taylor )

charlotte-kimberly  asked:

Do you have any tips for how to get better at writing structure? :)

Hi! If you mean essay structure then these links can help, (I put them in order of simplest to more detailed):

http://pensandmachine.tumblr.com/post/112999656694/essay-writing-tip-from-my-friend-theresa-i-asked

http://studylikeaslytherin.tumblr.com/post/143431738585/how-to-write-an-astonishing-essay

http://www.tcrsb.ca/ycmhs/webpage/cleveland/Lists/Research%20Paper%20Guidelines/DispForm.aspx?ID=1

https://depts.washington.edu/owrc/Handouts/Strong%20Body%20Paragraphs.pdf

http://www2.hull.ac.uk/lli/PDF/Essays.pdf

But if you mean general writing, I’m sure you can find what you’re after in my essay tips tag :)

Some Strings Attached

Ugh so there was a post going around that I’ve now long since misplaced but it was like “I just saw you go upstairs with someone else and I know we’re only fuck buddies but I’m gonna go punch them in the face” and I was HERE FOR IT. If somebody remembers the post, link me. In the meantime, have some Sterek getting together fluff.

“Just tell Derek you want to date him,” Scott says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Stiles bugs his eyes and flails his hands in wordless frustration, because the correct response to this patently ludicrous advice eludes him. He had come for sympathy, not pie-in-the-sky delusions. “Scott. Bro,” he finally gasps. “How could you even suggest that in good faith? No way! Bad plan!” He slashes his arms in a demonstrative X. “The only reason we’re even hooking up is that I made it super clear I was down to fuck, no strings attached! I’m not ruining a good thing by announcing to Derek Hale that I’m 85% in love with him.”

“Why?” Scott genuinely seems confused, the sweet summer child. After falling into a happy triad with Allison and Isaac after their first semester at UCLA, he doesn’t really understand the definition of “unrequited.”

Stiles turns his attention to a hanging thread on his t-shirt, sourly tugging it loose. “He’s out of my league. I mean, with the baseball, and the smarts, and the sarcasm, and those eyes…” he breaks off with a sigh. The last thing he needs to do is remind himself of how gone he is on Derek. “Just, he’s popular. Dictionary definition of too cool for school. And the three people he actually deigns to hang out with here are all just as cool and good looking as he is. Do I need to remind you I’m not? I’m a gawky, nerdy Sophomore. I’m lucky to even be his fuck-buddy.”

Scott makes a face, incredulous. “I dunno, he must like you well enough if he’s still sleeping with you after all this time. What’s it been, six months? And you guys hang out, too, you’re always telling me about how easy it is to chat with him after you bone. So it’s not just sex.”

Stiles grimaces. “Yeah, but it’s not…”


“… a real relationship,” Derek says into the phone, hearing full well the heavy dejection in his voice. So sue him; the admission is more than a little depressing. “He just wants to be fuck buddies.”

“How do you know?” Laura asks reasonably. “Maybe this Stiles person would be interested in dating you, too. No offence, but you’re not great at reading people. I mean, he’s interested in chilling with you even after you hook up, and clearly he enjoys the physical aspect. Did he actually ever say he wasn’t looking for more?”

Derek heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes even though she can’t see over the phone. “Yep. About two minutes after the first time we slept together he said, ‘no strings attached, obviously.’ So, you know, pretty safe bet that it’s no strings attached.”

“Oh,” Laura says. For once she doesn’t have a snappy comeback.

“Oh,” Derek agrees. Dejectedly.

She gives him a sympathetic little hum, and then asks, “and he’ll definitely be at the sorority barbecue?”

“Yeah.” Stiles and his broad shoulders and his long fingers are definitely going to be at the party.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” his sister says softly. “If you really like him, and he’s just looking to get laid…”

Derek groans. Not go, and give up a chance to hook up with Stiles? Smart, maybe, but not something he’s capable of doing.

The problem is, he’s liked Stiles forever. Or at least since he first saw him, laughing uproariously and running around with his friends with an actually broom between his legs, playing “Quidditch.” Derek would have been way too embarrassed to do something like that on the front lawn, but Stiles made it seem like the most effortlessly awesome thing a person could get up to.

No, compared to Stiles, Derek is practically a social recluse, an awkward jock with only about three people who he gets along with at all. Stiles definitely doesn’t want to get saddled with a boyfriend like him. He’s lucky they’re even hooking up after all this time.

“Derek, I mean it,” Laura says. “Look out for yourself for once.”

“I know, I know,” Derek grumbles. “But it’s not my fault he’s…”

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