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Me Before You (2016)

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A small town girl is caught between dead-end jobs. A high-profile, successful man becomes wheelchair bound following an accident. The man decides his life is not worth living until the girl is hired for six months to be his new caretaker. Worlds apart and trapped together by circumstance, the two get off to a rocky start. But the girl becomes determined to prove to the man that life is worth living and as they embark on a series of adventures together, each finds their world changing in ways neither of them could begin to imagine.

nct life just showed me that mark looks like he has it all together but he is truly a mess of a teen and he is the physical form of the phrase “fake it until you make it” and i think that’s beautiful

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5 years ago today, I married this beautiful woman in the middle of the forest, surrounded by the people we love. Today, there was no acoustic background music, scattered rose petals, or fancy clothes - but we are surrounded by the people we love. So blessed to have found such an amazing woman so early in life. So proud of the beautiful life we have built together. ❤️

you know what is the best about vmin? that they are each other’s The Ones And Only's™ in their lives. platonically or romantically it doesn’t matter, they will remain together and i think it’s so beautiful. like there will be girlfriends (or boyfriends who knows honestly), they will come and they will go and maybe they will stay but nevertheless vmin will stay together till their old days, grandchildren around them and gray hair and all. because they are real life soulmates and they want to spend their lives together. their relationship is so fucking pure and important and they probably don’t even need words to communicate because they understand each other without them.
they love each other so much and wow vmin

I will not stop using edrecovery and weight loss together. I will not belittle my recovery for you.

If you’re someone who thinks people who suffer from binge eating disorder don’t deserve the right to use the tag #edrecovery. You are the problem. If you think eating disorders are limited to 90lbs girls who suffer from anorexia. You are part of the problem. If you have ever messaged anyone suffering from any eating disorder on any social media to tell them that they cannot use those tags because they will “trigger” other girls. You are part of the problem.

We stand together and we are proud of our recovery. I will not continue to let people belittle girls with eating disorders that don’t fit into their little box of how they should be. I will tag edrecovery and I will tag weightloss because I have earned my stripes. I will continue my journey to be healthy. I will not let you tell me that I have not suffered, sweat, cried and fought my way to that right.

I am a recovering binge eater.
I am 100lbs down.
I will not stop using those tags.

A rant about shoplifting

If you steal just because you don’t want to pay for what you want, then you’re a deadbeat piece of trash and I hope you get hit by a bus or something (not really but I hope karma gets you back somehow).
Shoplifting is fucking wrong and it boggles my mind that some people think it’s okay. From what I’ve seen, it’s clear to me that people who shoplift for the fun of it (or the thrill or some bullshit like that) are going nowhere in life. Seriously, get your fucking life together and pay for your shit.
I’m all worked up because I was at Michaels today and I saw some deadbeat ass bitch steal some chocolate. She took a handful and shoved it in her purse, and I wasn’t sure of it until I saw her and her buddies eating them outside. This pisses me off and obliterates whatever faith in humanity I had left. Shoplifting may not seem like a big deal, but it is, and if you do it, stop.

anonymous asked:

one of the saddest things about steve is that he has something more important to him than the fight, we saw that, he basically becomes cap to save bucky but he dies and steve is grieving, wants revenge and doesn't have time to recover from that lost before the plane thing, later he's trying to get his life together again and then bucky appears and he has a second chance to save him even with everything in his way and when he finally does bucky's not in a place where he can be there for steve

i am so upset about Steve Rogers today why have u done this to me, i’m literally going to go to bed early so i can read some stucky fic where Steve just gets to be happy. 

613 - STRANGER THAN FAN FICTION

First aired on July 30th, 2016.

Special Guest Star: Patton Oswald as Quibble Pants.

Written by Josh Haber and Mike Vogle.

Directed by Jim Miller, Denny Wu, & Tim Stuby.

Synopsis: At a Daring Do fan convention, Rainbow Dash runs afowl of a stallion named Quibble Pants, a fan disillusioned by the later books (sound familiar), and the two end up on a real-life Daring Do adventure together.

“But that’s impossible! There’s no way Daring Do is real!” Son, we’ve been saying that since Season 4, and it hasn’t stopped them.

Ice Cream & Feelings

Drabble Request: barnes-n-recreation said:

#20 and #26 for Bucky for the prompts? :)) thankss

A/N The Other Carter part 11 will be up tomorrow! Sorry for the long wait! Love you all! Requests are still open!

20.          “I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.”

26.          “You’re so clingy. I love it,”

Breakups are hard. Especially after a three year relationship. I really thought he was the one. That we were going to get married, have children. Live a normal life together; well maybe not normal, but have a life at least. He broke up with me because he thought I was too dangerous. He broke up with me even though he cheated. It hurts. Just because I almost set the apartment on fire when we were fighting, doesn’t give him the right to have the last word.

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.” I heard the voice of my best friend Bucky Barnes say.

“I think I can do that myself thank. Did you bring the ice cream?” I looked over to him under my blanket mountain. He stood there holding two tubs of Cookie Dough ice cream.

“Stupid question.” He walked over and plopped down next to me. He covered himself with blankets and turned on Netflix.

“You know he didn’t deserve you… I never liked him anyway… Something about that one eyebrow…” He joked.

“I did ask him to make it two…” I laughed.

“Buck? Was I not enough for him? Did I do something wrong?” I asked tears filling my eyes. He shook his head.

“No. If anything he was the problem.” I nodded.

Bucky always knew how to make me feel better. Being part of the Avengers was hard enough as it is. I guess he never understood. He must’ve found it difficult to have a woman stronger than him. I had my relapses, we all do. Bucky was the only one who knew how to calm me down. That’s why after I have a hot incident he always brought ice cream. He knew how to cool me down, pun intended. I have always had feelings for Bucky, but he always closed off his emotions, so being the cliché woman I am, I got myself a boyfriend. Bucky was right he never did like him. He always had a grudge against him, always picking out his faults. Bucky was the one who caught him in the act. When I found out my hot head came out.

“Ya know he was never my first choice. I know that sounds bad… But it’s true.” Bucky looked over to me, eyebrows raised. A strange glimmer of hope in his eyes. The eyes that showed so much emotion. The eyes I feel in love with.

Love.

“Who was your first choice?” He asked, looking away. I placed my hand on the side of his face and pulled his chin to look at me.

“You.” That one word changed our relationship. For the better. That one word caused his lips to collide with mine, in a heated hungry kiss. As though he’s wanted to do that for a while. And I’d be lying if I said I’d never dreamed about kissing him. His lips were surprisingly soft, slightly chapped, but soft over all. I felt a spark that I never felt with him one that ignited something in me.

I forgot at that moment that my powers sometimes get out of control when I feel strong emotions… Oops.

“Is that burning I smell?” Bucky and I sprung apart to see Tony stood by the door. He was right, there was the similar smell of ash lingering in the air.

“Ugh! You ruined the couch Y/N!” Tony exclaimed. Bucky and I looked at where we were sitting and realised we were on the floor. The blankets had burned through, and we burned a hole through the couch.

“Oops?” I shrugged innocently. Bucky started laughing. I soon joined in as we saw Tony leave the room in a huff. Bucky pulled me over to him. “How come I was never effected?” He asked.

“The energy must’ve spread through both of us! So interesting! That never happened with the other guy! Strong emotions caused this… Aha! I’m in love with you!” I shouted kissing him again.

“I love you too. You’re cute when you’re excited.” I blushed. I stood up from the ash pile and rushed to the lab.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Bucky shouted after me.

“The lab! I have research to do!” He caught up with me.

“I’m going with you.” I looked up at him suspiciously.

“Why?” I questioned, he just shrugged. “What if Tony comes in and flirts with you? I can’t let that happen. I have to protect you.” He looked at me innocently.

“You’re so clingy. I love it,”

anonymous asked:

I'm a Tom fan and I couldn't be more delighted that he's with Taylor, because yes he seems happier now than I've seen him in 4 years of being his fan. But it has been a bit of an earthquake in the fandom, perhaps partly because we've been used to him committing 150% to his work/charity and since he hasn't dated anyone of Taylor's level of fame he's been able, largely, to keep his private life private. But so long as they are happy together I, and I think many others, support them completely!

😊😊😊😊 I just thought everyone would be happy that he was finally openly dating someone.

The World Was Quiet (George Washington x Reader)

Anon Request: Can you to a GWash fic where either he or the reader is dying of old age, so they’ve had a happy life together, but they are recounting all of their memories from when they meet to their wedding and their kids ect. Your GWash fics are amazing btw.

Okay, I loved this. It reminded me of my mom and my stepdad as well as the movie UP. Thank you for requesting this. Also, this is terribly long because I got a tad carried away with it. Any questions or criticisms? Message me!

George Washington x Reader

TW/Warning: Death


The candle was nothing more than a stump of melted wax, the flame long forgotten. You woke to find your husband’s side of the bed empty, the sheets barely retaining the warmth he radiated during the night. Rising from the bed, you climbed into a silk robe, your joints aching, and you sluggishly left the comfort of your bedroom. At the end of the hall, you saw a faint glow, and you knew it meant your husband was wide awake. You slipped into his office, and a chill danced across your skin.

“Dear, why are you up?” You asked.

George tore his eyes away from his papers, and he smiled softly. Even in his old age, your husband was still handsome. The lines around his mouth spoke of years of smiling at your children and grandchildren. His hands were strong and gentle, hands you remembered holding in the beginning days of your life with him. And, even now, he carried himself with pride and dignity.

“I should ask you the same, darling,” he whispered, and he stood, approaching you with his hands outstretched. He took you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair, and you smiled. “You have not felt well in the last few days. You should be resting, my sweet.”

Sighing, you tipped your head back and stared up at him. You felt something in your stomach twist, and your knees buckled. Panic filled his eyes as he picked you up, calling for the servants. Frantic footsteps followed him into the bedroom, and you smiled weakly at him. You felt the bed envelop you, and you whimpered at the feel of the cold blankets against your heated skin.

“Someone get a doctor. Tell them my wife is weak! Hurry!”

You took his hand and brushed your lips across his knuckles, drawing his attention away from the flurry of activity outside.

“Remember how we met, George?” You asked.

For a moment, his eyes softened, and he nodded.


You fidgeted as another suitor swept by, giving you a brief look before walking away. Glancing around the room, you nervously twiddled your thumbs, and you dropped your eyes to the floor. You weren’t sure as to why John Laurens had dragged you here, especially since he abandoned you a few minutes after arriving.

“Y/N!”

Peggy Schuyler seized your arm, her cheeks flushed pink, and she pointed her finger at a man on the other side of the room. You recognized him as General George Washington, a man revered by everyone in this room. Laurens spoke of him kindly, but you knew very little about Washington’s personal life. To you, he was only a stranger.

“Yes?” You asked.

“The General hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since you arrived. You should go talk to him!” She said, speaking a tad too loud.

“Peggy, that isn’t going to happen. He is a prominent man of society, and he’s only staring because he wonders why someone keeps pointed at him.”

The youngest Schuyler sister rolled her dark eyes and tugged on your arm, dragging you across the room. You stumbled through the throng of people, apologizing to each person you elbowed or knocked over. When you finally reached the General, Peggy released your arm and smiled up at him.

“Hello, sir. I couldn’t help but notice you staring at my lovely friend here, and I knew I needed to bring them to you. Y/N, meet General George Washington. General, this is Y/N L/N, my dearest friend,” she said, “Oh, it looks as if Angelica is calling me over. Have fun!”

She wandered off, and you shuffled your feet, heat darkening your cheeks.

“I apologize for her, General. She is quite pushy when she wants to be. It’s a pleasure to meet you, General,” you said.

Despite his intimidating nature, he wore a smile that made your heart melt. He took your hand and bent at the waist, kissing your hand lightly.

“And it is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He stood, watching you for a moment, and you saw the faintest of blush on his cheeks. “Would you like to dance?”

Shocked, you let him lead you to the middle of the floor, pulling you close to him. There was still a respectable distance between the both of you, but you could feel the heat of his body.

“Your friend was not lying, Y/N. I…I had been watching you. I apologize if I did something to make you uncomfortable,” he said.

“No! You didn’t. I didn’t even notice it. W-why were you staring at me?” You asked.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, and you knew he was trying to figure out whether or not he was going to tell you.


“I was trying to figure out how to approach you,” George said as he kissed your hand once more, “I was thinking how beautiful you were, and I was afraid you would reject me.”

Sweat dampened your temples, and you shifted, moving so your back was against the pillows. Your husband watched you with great concern, his thumb brushing across your knuckles, and you sighed.

“How could I reject such a dashing and kind gentleman in a suit? You made me so incredibly nervous when Peggy dragged me over there,” you said.

He swept back your hand, his brow furrowed in concern for your health. He said, “You are very warm, my dear. When is that doctor going to get here?”

You grasped his chin and turned his head away from the door, meeting his worried eyes. Leaning away from the pillows, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and you lingered there for just a moment. You felt his strong arm curl around your waist, and he climbed onto the bed, cuddling you against his side.

“You have always made me nervous, Y/N, especially when I decided I wanted to propose to you. I was shaking so much, and I nearly lost the ring.”


“George, where are you taking me? I can’t see,” you said.

You heard him laugh as he shifted his hands, covering your eyes completely. You could feel the blades of grass beneath your feet, and you wondered where you were. He had covered your eyes as the carriage had stopped, inhibiting your ability to see.

“It is a surprise, my dear.” You felt his breath tickle the back of your neck, and you giggled.

When you stopped, he moved his hands away from your eyes, and the breath was ripped from your lungs. You were in the middle of a meadow, lanterns dangling precariously to illuminate the field. There was a blanket thrown over the grass, and a wooden basket was perfectly placed on the corner, a vase overflowing with vibrant flowers. The sun had crept behind the horizon, splashing pinks and reds across the sky, and it gave a pleasant glow to the picnic.

“George…,” you said, facing him, “Why did you do this? It’s…it’s beautiful.”

His eyes softened, and he embraced you, tangling his strong fingers in your hair. He whispered, “I did this because I love you, my sweet. Now, let us sit and eat before it becomes too dark to see your beautiful face.”

You blushed beneath his stare, and he took your hands, bringing you to the blanket. You tucked your legs beneath you as you sat, fiddling with your fingers. You saw George as he removed the contents of the basket, smiling at you.

“Eliza helped me prepare some of the treats, but we ended up making more sweets than anything,” he said.

There was quite a large cake between the both of you, smelling heavily of sugar and honey. The smell seeped into your senses, and you held back the drool in your mouth. It was terribly wonderful, and you were trying to restrain yourself.

For a few minutes, nothing happened, and not a word was said. You could feel his eyes on you, watching you, and you were blushing a dark shade of red. As you were taking a bite of the cake, George lowered his plate to the blanket and smiled. His hands were trembling as he reached into his pocket, reaching forward to remove the plate from your lap.

“G-George?” You asked, fearing the worst.

He released a breath he’d been holding and met your worried eyes, taking your hands in his. After a pause, he said, “Y/N, I have…I love you very much. When we first met, I thanked God that I had someone like you in my life. You have brightened my days and illuminated my nights. You plague my every thought, and I never wish to lose you.”

“George, what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m not throwing away my shot at happiness. A friend of mine told me to take the chance, and I’m doing just that.” He removed something from his pocket, glinting beneath the glow of the falling sun. “Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes widened. Never had you thought that he would propose, but seeing the ring between his fingers brought a smile to your face. Teary-eyed and shaking, you nodded your head, and he nervously brought the ring to your finger. It slipped from his grasp before he could slide it onto your finger, disappearing in the folds of the blanket. You heard him curse beneath his breath, and you giggled, tears silently sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for that to happen! Damn it!” He snatched the ring from the blanket and hung his head low, ashamed of his mistake.

You took his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling into the kiss. He hooked his strong arm around your stomach, and you giggled. When he parted from you, he slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed your palm, sighing as if a weight had disappeared from his shoulders.


“I was so mad at myself. I thought I had ruined it,” George said as he twirled a strand of your silver hair around his finger.

You grinned and shifted to kiss his cheek.

“Sir, we have a doctor here,” a servant whispered.

Your husband rose from the bed and stepped out of the room, speaking with the man. A moment later, they returned, and the doctor approached you, his eyes gentle.

“How do you feel, Madam Washington?” He asked.

“Quite tired and warm, sir,” you said.

He nodded and leaned forward, examining your face. You saw the jovial light in his eyes die, and he frowned. Turning away from you, he removed his spectacles and cleaned the glass, addressing your husband.

“I need to see you outside for a moment,” he whispered.

George gave you a solemn look before following the doctor into the hall. You knew what he was saying even though you couldn’t hear him, and you frowned. Your husband yelled something indiscernible, and he returned a second later, his eyes glassy. You rarely ever saw George cry, and the sight of him made your heart ache.

“No, I’m not going to let that happen,” he said.

“George, we ca—“

“No! You’re not going to die! I won’t let you!” He was trembling, his fists at his side.

“George,” you said, rising from the bed. Your knees were weak and threatened to give out beneath you, but you ignored it. Moving to him, you took his face in your hands and smiled. “It’s going to happen, George. We have to deal with it.”

“No!” He yelled.

“We have lived a full life, my love. Our children have created their own families, and we are old and happy. Please, come with me to the bed. I am tired, and I wish to rest. Come to bed.”

He let you bring him to the bed, and you dropped onto the mattress, your husband holding you against his chest, and you smiled. You saw his eyes flutter shut, and he sighed against your hair.

“I will write a letter to the children,” you said, “I want them to be here.”


You were seated on your porch, your hands covering your growing belly. Your two children were stumbling through the field, their laughter ringing through your ears, and you smiled.

“Momma!” Your youngest child yelled, racing toward you. He took hold of your hands, and you stood, following him down the dirt path. Your red-faced daughter trailed after the both of you, laughing as she snatched your other hand. “Papa is coming!”

Your daughter took your hand in hers and stopped you for a moment, her big eyes staring up at you. She asked in her sweet voice, “Are you happy?”

Grinning, you nodded your head and kissed her hair, silently praying for the best for your children. You glanced at the end of the road to find a carriage approaching the house, kicking up clouds of tan dirt. Your heart swelled with joy as it came to a stop, and your husband stepped out. His face lit up as he raced toward the three of you, taking you into his arms. Your children hugged his legs, and you giggled, his hands moving to cover your stomach.

“You have grown, my love,” George whispered.

“Papa, our little brother is in there,” your son said, poking your belly.

“Or sister,” your daughter said beneath her breath.

Laughing, you kissed your husband, your belly pressing into his hands. He lifted you off the ground, and you shrieked, not expecting him to pick you up.

“Look at my beautiful wife. She glows beneath the sun,” he said.

Rolling your eyes, you hooked your arms around his neck, nuzzling his throat.

“I have missed you, George,” you said, “Very much.”

“And I have missed you. I have missed you each and every day I was gone, my love. I am not going to leave you, dear.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. You are my entire world, and I will not lose you.”


You were on the final hours of life, sweat dampening your temples. Lying in bed, you were terribly weak and falling apart inside. Your husband was at your side, his fingers interlocked with yours, and your three children were seated at your feet. You saw your daughter with her two sons, their gurgles like music to your ears. Your sons were beside each other, fighting back their tears, and you felt relief flood your senses.

To have your family here was a dream you had always yearned for. Your husband whispered something and sat up, brushing back your hair.

“Do you need anything, my sweet?” He asked.

You shook your head, and he wandered off, his shoulders down.

“Momma,” your daughter said as she moved to your side, bouncing her son on her lap while her other child crawled toward you. He curled against your side, pressing his lips to your withered cheek. “Are you happy?”

“Yes, my sweet. I am very happy,” you said with tears in your eyes.

Your husband returned with a glass of water, setting it down on the table, and he climbed into the bed. He lifted your grandson, and you took the boy into your arms, letting George curl his arms around you. Your children followed, and the bed was soon filled with your family, their tears silent.

“I am very happy because I have all of you with me. I have my family wi…with…m…me.”

George lifted his head to see your eyes fluttering, struggling to remain open, and he sighed. For some time, no one moved. No one said a thing. They stayed curled around you until the last remaining pieces of life faded from your eyes, and your soul rose from your body. Even then, the world was silent, your family cradling you as you let yourself be taken away.

anonymous asked:

imagine the only thing little mikey wears is his pika onesie or one of lukes onesies from like halloweens and stuff and so he jumps out and "pika pika!!" as he jumps on lukes back "hey mikey!" "nuh uh! m pika!!! silly daddy!!" "you're right, hello pika!" and he puts mikey downa nd kisses his nose "gmorning daddy!!" rly 😊😊 and he's all "SO guess what?????" "hmm? what pika?" "WELL cally said he'd come over in his charmander onesie and we can be Pokemon together!!" "that's awesome bubba!!"

:( fuck my life. luke raising his eyebrows looking all happy and grinning “what pika?” im throwing up

Once you have started seeing the beauty of life, ugliness starts disappearing. If you start looking at life with joy, sadness starts disappearing. You cannot have heaven and hell together, you can have only one. It is your choice.
—  Osho