little star who need to shine

One of my favorite stories about Louis is from Soccer Aid, when he helped the little girl who was profoundly deaf. After the event the girl’s mother tweeted: “He constantly reassured her and made her feel safe! He is a gem.”

This story, to me, is everything that defines Louis. He is a protector, a champion for those who need help, a big brother, a gentle hand to the most vulnerable, charitable, kind and humble through it all. The only reason we heard about it is from the girl’s mother, and there are so many instances like this.

Another of my favorite Louis moments is when Liam was on stage and was feeling insecure about his hair cut. Louis got the entire crowd to cheer along to make the boy feel better. He will never, not for a moment, let those he loves feel less-than if he can make a difference. There are so many instances like this. 

Another of my favorite and most heartbreaking Louis moments was when he performed Just Hold On for the first time, and the world got to see his strength. The fortitude and sheer will that took was awe inspiring to millions. There are so many instances like this. 

Just a few days ago, this fandom hit the goal of $26,000 raised for one of Louis’ favorite charities. $26,000. The impact that he has had on millions of lives to inspire that kind of celebration, that kind of charity, that kind of giving, speaks volumes to who he is as a person. It is so much louder than anything any bitter person can say. We drown them out by following Louis’ example. 

Something I will always admire about Louis is that he could have so easily turned bitter and angry and hateful. But he never has. That’s who he is as a person, that’s his character.  

He calls himself a little shit from Doncaster (and maybe he is sometimes, and that’s another reason to love him), but he is also the embodiment of determination, strength, humility, protectiveness, sass, kindness, charity and love–for his fans and for his family and those he cares about. 

I will forever be thankful for him for writing Just Hold On, and I know I’m not alone in that. He never shies away from being vulnerable in his music, and by being open in the ways he can he lets others know it’s okay to feel too. Sad, happy, loving, stressed, determined. You’re okay, it’s okay, he says. 

I could go on for days, but I’ll just say this. Louis Tomlinson has made the world a better place for having been born 26 years ago. I hope 2018 brings nothing but happiness to him. Darling, just hold on.


Please help support Amy!

Amy has been a friend of mine for years. I met her through her art of photography, and our mutual love of Jensen. Many of you know her as @amyshaped on twitter. She’s a bright shining star of this fandom who has fallen on some seriously tough times. Amy recently lost her health insurance and at the same time was dealt a heavy hand of medical issues that almost cost her life. She’s undergone multiple surgeries and had to be hospitalized. I’m not sure how much her medical bills are, but without insurance, she’s going to need some help. She’s a beautiful soul who could use a little uplifting. I’ve started a gofundme - in support of her. All funds donated will go to her. Please, if you can share this or donate, I’d be forever grateful.

Gold (Prinxiety)

Title: Gold

Pairing: Roman x Virgil

Summary: Virgil is feeling worthless and Roman tries to cheer him up.

Warning: self-hatred

A/N: Based on Gold by Owl City! I’m pretty content (like a panda bear) on how this turned out!


What was the point? Why did he even try? Everyone still hated him. It had been less than a month since he tried to leave. And less than a week since he and Roman got together. But here he was, feeling worthless and unloved. Because that’s all he really was.

Virgil finally allowed the tears that had welled up in his eyes to fall, unable to hold them back any longer. He whimpered softly, trying to muffle the sound of his crying by tucking his face between his knees and chest.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door.

“Virgil? Dear, are you alright?” a familiar voice asked. He knew immediately it was Roman. Virgil didn’t respond. “I’m coming in, okay?” The door slowly opened and Virgil just stared at it, waiting to see Roman step through and see how pathetic he really was.

But when Roman saw Virgil, his face showed no sign of resentment, but rather pure concern. Roman rushed over to Virgil, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Roman asked, wiping his boyfriend’s tears away with his thumb.

“I don’t… I don’t deserve you…” Virgil croaked, deciding it was useless to hide anything. “I’m worthless and you deserve someone better.” Roman’s heart broke at these words. To him, Virgil was the most amazing thing ever. Despite the endless banter that they had before, he sincerely cared for Virgil. It just took a while for him to realize it.

Sighing, he leaned closer to Virgil, once again wrapping him in a tight hug. He dug his face in the crook of his neck and started singing softly.

“Stand on up and take a bow. There’s something there and it’s showing. There’s no need to look around. You’re the best we got going,” Roman sang quietly. Virgil pulled back, a confused expression on his face. Roman just smiled, caressing the anxious boy’s face with his hands.

“Shout out to the dreams you’ll chase. Shout out to the hearts you’ll break. Nothing’s gonna stop you now. I guess you better be going,” he continued. “You’ll never be far, I’m keeping you near. Inside of my heart, you’re here. Go on, it’s gotta be time. You’re starting to shine.” Roman held out his hand toward Virgil, who took it hesitantly. He pulled him and started guiding him around in a little dance, spinning and twirling him as he sang.

“'Cause what you got is gold. I know you’re gold. Oh, I know, I know. I don’t need the stars in the night, I found my treasure. All I need is you by my side, so shine forever. Gold, I know, you’re gold. Oh, I know, you’re gold,” he sang, a little louder and more confidently. A very small smile began to form on Virgil’s lips.

“It won’t take you long to get when you feel like you’re soaring. So write it all and don’t forget, you gotta tell us your story. Shout out to the friends back home. Shout out to the hearts you’ve known. You gave them nothing but the best, yeah. And you can tell them your story.”

“You’ll never be far, I’m keeping you near. Inside of my heart, you’re here. Go on, it’s gotta be time. You’re starting to shine,” Roman continued. “'Cause what you got is gold, I know, you’re gold. Oh, I know, I know. I don’t need the stars in the night, I found my treasure. All I need is you by my side, so shine forever. Gold, I know, you’re gold. Oh, I know, you’re gold.”

Roman spun his boyfriend out and then back in, holding him close as he began the last chorus, meaning every word of it.

“'Cause what you got is gold, I know, you’re gold. Oh, I know, I know. I don’t need the stars in the night, I found my treasure. All I need is you by my side, so shine forever. Gold, I know, you’re gold. Oh, I know, you’re gold. You’re gold. You’re gold,” he finished, leaning in to kiss Virgil, who was smiling now.

“I love you so much,” Roman mumbled.

“I love you too,” Virgil said, finally feeling the love he deserved to have.


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9 crimes

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10. 

or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings. 

Word count: 1,668

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None (yet).

Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys!  ♡

Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors. 

Lovely tag list: @aph-icelandey  @caspercassiecas  @coolbeanbinch @divergentphangirl101  @fairly–local–trashcan  @hamgurlphangirl @huffleheyguys @leidilaurens @myself-and-the-madman @squabblelion @strawbirby @tomatobasilisk @uniidust 

(I took the likes into account but if you didn’t want to get tagged don’t hesitate and tell me to erase you from the list and please forgive my mistake ;v;) 



You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.

Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.

You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’  

Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.

And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.  

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.

“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”

“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”

She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”


“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”

You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.  

“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.  

“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.

“Why not just a queen?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”  

She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.

“Yes, it sounds prettier”


When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.

You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.

“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.

“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.

“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”

Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.

“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”

“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”

Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”

“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.

“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”

“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.

“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”

“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”

The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”

“Why not?”

“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.

“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”  

“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a

love amulet

” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.

“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.

“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”  

Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly.  Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.


You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.

Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.

“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.

“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.

Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.

“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

“Dix,” you said.

Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.

You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”

Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.  

You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.

You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.

“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.

“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.

She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.

When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.

I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.

She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”

Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.

The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.

anonymous asked:

I really like your eldritch horror Skywalkers stuff, but have you considered: UNDEAD eldritch horror Darth Vader?

Oh God. 

Okay so I thought about this and here is what I came up with: Anakin Skywalker was a bright shining star, a supernova, the best beloved son of the Force, the light of the morning, the Chosen One, the saviour of everything that is and was and ever shall be…etc, etc. And he died. He collapsed in on himself – all that bright shining potential tumbling in on itself. And what happens when a star dies?

That’s right. You get a black hole. 

So, Darth Vader is a black hole shaped like a man. Sort of man. Man-android thing. He no longer has his extra limbs and wonderterror form but he does have a sucking, gaping emptiness where they used to be. He’s a tear in the fabric of reality, an opening into the void, a walking, talking patch of nothingness. Non-Force-sensitives feel a sense of inexplicable crawling dread around him – well, maybe not that inexplicable because he’s eight foot of black-armoured red-shining death. But Force-sensitives feel physically sick around him. He’s more than just evil; he’s absence. He tugs at the edge of their sight, drawing them into darkness – not the darkness of the Dark Side, but absolute nothingness, the gaps between stars, somewhere where no light can touch. 

Leia’s torture goes a little differently. They don’t use a droid. They don’t need to. Darth Vader just sits in the cell with her, and she screams and screams and screams. 

(Vader’s blind still, though. He thinks she’s just Force-sensitive. He doesn’t know who she is.)

And when he dies, Luke sits over him, and feels that sucking, black void and smiles into it. He opens up his eyes – all ten thousand odd – and his wings, and his heart, and says, look. see. you’re not nothing. you were never nothing.

There are bad days. And there are good days. But bad is always louder than good so it may seem like you’re drowning in it. It feels like you’re looking at a night sky. The first thing you see is darkness. An ironically blinding darkness. If you don’t stop to look at millions of little lights, you might not even realize how many of them there are. You only notice one at first. But then suddenly there is another. And another. And a few seconds later the sky doesn’t look that dark anymore. Millions of little light are showing you the way to something you never knew you were looking for. Hope.

Stars are always there. During the brightest days, it seems like they’re gone. But when the night comes again they appear again as a reminder that not all light is gone from this world. It’s the same with people. When we’re at our happiest we might not even notice small individual gestures of love because it’s all combined into one little thing called ‘’a happy day’’. But when ‘’the bad day’’ comes, that little gesture, that person who cared, is shining brightly and proudly. And the darkness is a little bit lighter. 

Not a lot of people think about that. Because not all of us have such ‘’a bad day’’ that we need more than one star to show us the way out of the darkness. But we should think about it. One star as proudly as it shines might not be able to chase away the darkness that’s holding the person captive. But a ten might.

We should all become someone’s star. 

Who knows. Maybe the people who left us forever are shining brightly in tonight’s sky hoping with all their hearts that we remember that. 

That’s what I was thinking when I finally found one star I was looking for. It shined as brightly as his smile. And it will shine forever.

Why I love Robin Hood and everyone else should too

why-this-kolaveri-machi said: <333 I wanted to tell you after I’d seen a few more eps, but I haven’t gotten any time recently to watch a lot of stuff. Maybe soon!

The good thing about Robin Hood is that the storylines were never horrendously convoluted enough to mess with your brain, so you can literally just drift in and out whenever :) but yes, it’s one of the most fun shows I ever got hooked on. so I did get bored and write up a cheerful Robin Hood intro rant, so here you go :) 

(gifs stolen from all over tumblr, none of them mine just in case you were wondering)


It’s unapologetically ridiculous. This is a show that references Wacky Races, Bob Marley songs, and only just got away with plagiarism by shoe-horning pretty much the entire plot of Ocean’s Eleven into a forty-five minute time slot. And it clearly just does not give a damn. We think the Musketeers pushes historical accuracy occasionally but OH DEAR ME NO.

This is the way Netflix advertises it.

Do you see what we’re getting into yet?? 

Genuinely fantastic acting from a show that was clearly something of a joke when it started out. Seriously. This show had enough ridiculous moments, questionable issues and plot holes to sink the Black Pearl, but holy crap the acting was fantastic.

Robin Hood and Marian. I actually was far more into the secondary characters than the main ones, but that being said these two really were great characters and I do love them a lot. They had great storylines, and both were such snarkastic asses at times, they were fantastic.

Keith Allan as the Sheriff of Nottingham. OH MY GOD. JUST. I have no words to sum up the brilliance of the Sheriff. There are literally no words to sum up the brilliance of the Sheriff.

Richard Armitage. Your judgement of Gisborne will differ from ‘misunderstood baby who just needed a second chance’ to ‘sadistic manipulative little creep who handled rejection worse than Rochefort from the Musketeers’ depending on your own personal views, but the one thing we can say about him is that Richard Armitage is a cracking actor who did really bloody well with him. Outside his relationship with Marian Guy’s snarky I’m-surrounded-by-morons act was beautiful. And he pretty much sparked off my love for men in leather.

(NOT HELPED BY THIS GUY THOUGH, but we’ll get onto that)

Much: Lovely adorable insecure happy-to-hide-the-sad little flower who needs cuddles and food. Lots of cuddles and lots more food.


A beautiful shining star who everyone should love unreservedly and without question. 

Little John. Pretty much a mixture of Captain Treville, Porthos, Hagrid and Gimli. Big giant over-protective cuddle monster who likes hitting things. Plus gets flirted with by the Queen Mother. The QUEEN MOTHER.

Royston White:


I’m not bein’ funny, but these two fuckers. 

*flails around*

THESE TWO. I can’t even say any more which one was my favourite but THESE TWO. 

You had the cocky charming trickster Allan a Dale

 and then the quiet clever passionate Will Scarlett 

and just *sigh* They both had such great characterisations, they had their dark moments and their good moments and were both such compelling characters - not to mention played by some bloody fantastic actors. I may also still ship them quite badly.


Guest Characters. German counts, revenge-driven Templars, sparkly fools, sour-tongued wise women… I can’t even go into all of them, so let me just show you Toby Stephens as the campest Prince John this side of Disney.

It’s just generally lovely.  You have friendship, romance, one-liners, action scenes, moral conundrums, swashbuckling, found families, nemesis relationships, redemption, and just generally everything to make you feel all warm and fuzzy.

to build a home (1/?)

summary: Lifelong orphan and wanderer Emma Swan moves to Storybrooke, Maine in search for a home. Content with a new job as deputy, she meets Killian Jones, director of an orphanage. It doesn’t take long for sparks to fly, but will Emma finally be able to settle down and find a home here? 

word count: ~3900

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Emma Swan washes her face in the sink of the ladies bathroom. She uses a paper towel to dry off and meets her own eyes in the mirror, finding dark circles under the green of her irises.

Her hair is knotted and flat, so Emma pulls it up into a ponytail and nervously nibbles on her lower lip. She’s a royally hot mess, but it’s not as if she has any way of resolving this issue. At least, not right now.

It’s her first day as Storybrooke’s newest deputy, a job she wouldn’t have necessarily chosen for herself, but with the pressure of needing something to get by and the offer given to her by the town’s sheriff, she couldn’t refuse.

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There’s something about lights, these cute little fairy lights, they gloom so bright. There’s something about it, that those who’ve been a part of the darkness admire. There’s something so beautiful about these pretty lights trapped in little spaces. Those who love the darkness, also love the ray of the light. They don’t forever claim to remain there, they love these lights in a way that most people won’t. A part of them shines as bright as the star, but they need the darkness around to enhance their beauty.

These, don’t fight the darkness because there’s nothing to fight for, but when you see their souls, you’ll see it decorated with all these pretty fairy lights, those are more like pretty Star lights. These souls just need a little star light, and you’d be surprised at the way every sparkle may speak a story.

Darkness and the light are a part of the same universe, not opposites but they’re perfect companions to each other.

—  trustonlystars
Star lights.

kyrieleandra1  asked:

Alright, can i request poly soriel, papyton, and alphyne where the s/o is dating one of the pair and brings the other in and they find after a while that they want to date eachother too?

Soriel/Reader Polyam:

It’s not too surprising, they had a solid relationship beforehand, so taking things to the next level was a pretty easy transition. Regardless of who you were dating beforehand, the other partner fits in like the missing piece of a puzzle, & your relationship goes from Good to Great.

Papyton/Reader Polyam:

Well this one was a little offhand, but not too much. Who would have guessed the Shining Star of the Underground & Snowdin’s Greatest Guard would get along so well? & thanks to your help, they figure it out just as much as everyone else has. You’ve got two wonderful partners who work to build all of you up at an equal pacing, no one gets left behind.

Alphyne/Reader Polyam:

It’s not really that big a shock, they both had a thing for each other long before they met you. What they weren’t expecting is that you were the push they needed to confess. & when all is said & done, you’re a really tight-knit relationship full of nothing but genuine adoration & support.

22 things I’ve learned in 22 years

As my twenty-second birthday draws near, I find myself thinking back on all of the things I’ve learned and a few things stand out the most and I feel the need to share them with you all. For the people who are younger than me, who may need advice that I know I never got. And for those older than me, who may need reminded of things they may already know. So, here are twenty-two things I’ve learned in the last twenty-two years. 

1. It is okay to remove toxic people from your life. There is no need to explain yourself or apologize. 

2. Not everyone is going to like you, but that’s okay. You will find people who do, it’s worth the wait. 

3. Try your best to avoid investing more into relationships than the other party.

4.Life is going to kick you in the teeth, a lot, but you are strong enough to pick yourself back up and move forward. 

5. Always continue to move forward, the past is gone, focus on the present, your future is waiting for you. 

6. It’s okay to not be okay. It took me a long time to learn this, but once you come to terms with it, it makes life a little easier.

7.Speak up when people don’t consider your feelings. You are not an object for others to play with. 

8.It’s okay to cry, in fact crying can be a very helpful and healthy way to vent.

9. There will be days that you’ll feel like you can’t get out of bed and that’s okay. Stay under the covers, keep warm and turn on a movie or show that makes you happy. 

10. It’s okay if you need to take breaks, from life, work and even people. 

11. Your mental health comes first! If you find yourself in an uncomfortable/toxic environment, you need to put yourself first and do your best to get out of it.

12. It’s okay to ask for help. I know sometimes you feel like a burden, but I promise you, you aren’t. 

13. Talk about how you’re feeling. It’s hard, but no one is going to be able to help if you keep things to yourself. Tell your friends if something makes you uncomfortable so they can fix it. 

14. The people who truly care about you will always do their best to help make sure you are comfortable, safe and loved. 

15.It’s okay to make mistakes, that’s how we learn. I know it can be frustrating, especially when you feel like you keep making the same mistake, but it’s okay. They are learning experiences. 

16. You don’t always have to put on a brave face. There will be people who come into your life and they will make dropping that mask so easy. They’ll help hold you up when you feel like the world is pressing down on you. Keep them close. 

17. Do the things that make you happy. Blast your favorite music, dance around the kitchen when you cook, play that video game for just five more minutes, pick up that book you’ve been meaning to read for months. Just do what you want to do and don’t let anyone make you feel like you can’t. 

18. Keeping a journal can be helpful, especially if you have a bad memory like I do. Write things down. Not just the big dates, but little things. Like the first time you heard a song you like. Or when they made you smile like the sun. 

19. You are a star that shines brightly among the darkness life has dealt you. Never let anyone convince you that you are less. 

20. Stand up for, not only yourself, but for the little guys. Use your voice for good, but don’t drown out those who need to be heard. 

21. Don’t wait for things to come to you, go to them. Make change happen, work toward your goals, even if you’re just taking baby steps. Every second matters. 

22. Love; yourself, your friends, your family, your partner. And show love to those who need it most. Offer to buy a meal for the homeless person on the street. Support the people whose families don’t accept them. Welcome them with open arms and an open heart. The good you put into the world will come back to you in it’s own way. So, love and love deeply because we only have so much time on this earth.

Yuu and Kei have fused to become: Magical Boy Senpai!

Or as most call him: Black Rabbit

Black Rabbit is a mysterious star of your little town. While everyone knows of them and their heroic exploits nobody knows who they truly are. Videos go out of them bounding over buildings or belting out inspiring and optimistic counters to the villain of the day. From the various online fanpages dedicated to the masked vigilante it is known Black Rabbit is a fierce advocate of justice as well as a shining beacon of joy and cuteness. They help those in need whenever they can from tasks as simple as crossing the street to diving into a terrifying inferno to rescue those trapped within. You strangely have run into them at the cafe, barely scraping through before you close up to get to class in the morning or after lunch. It’s strange they’re in the neighborhood so often but then again…is it possible Black Rabbit is a student at your school?

His Favourite Items are: Race Practice Area, Bush, To-go Coffee

you know when i think of feyre’s daydream of owning a little art shop in velaris, i kinda see it as a tattoo shop

like it all starts a few years down the road, her friendship with lucien fully mended when he asks her for a design to get a tattoo to fit in the night court like the others, or maybe the sight of dark ink on skin has just grown on him the way the illyrian culture did

at first feyre is reticent because she would’t want to screw it up, but lucien says he trusts her and loves all her drawings so she can do whatever inspires her

feyre thinks about it for days, wondering if she should include spring and autumn reminders in the design, whether or not they’d be well received since they bring both bad and good memories to lucien

then one night as she’s training with cassian and lucien,,,he joined them after the commander started teasing him about his stamina or lack thereof,,, she watches her friend’s bare torso and that’s when the idea comes to her, as clear as day

so the next day she gets the materials ready, tells lucien to close his eyes and starts drawing on his chest and neck, along the scars on his back, around his metal eye

it’s autumn leaves, orange and red shining by the firelight, and flowers that only bloom in the dark, touches of blue and white,, the sun and a fox in a burst of bright colors,,and all along those designs, tiny little stars following the bumps and scarred tissue of his golden skin

all in all, it’s all the courts and allegiances that made lucien who he is and are part of him, woven into the lingering traces of pain he caries on his skin like an open book

lucien tells feyre she needs to open a shop and do this for other people who were scared, mentally or physically, by the war or their lives

and seeing the gratitude and brightness in his eye, the way his shoulders seem a little less heavy than the day before, she thinks giving people relief and peace this way is perhaps the best gift she could give them, the way she was gifted with her beautiful family 

sssatori  asked:

Hello there, what kind if s/o do you think the karasuno boys would want? Thank you so much!

there’s like nothing canonically known about kinoshita and narita so i went with some of my own headcanons about what they might be like to help me out here

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WRITING THESE. makes me want to get my butt back into gear and write some prose-poems!

Daichi would definitely like someone who has an air of maturity about them, but also has playful/teasing side to them. They’d be a person he’s known for a long time, but he hasn’t seen them for a while. Or they might give off that vibe to him even if he’s just meeting them for the first time. They might also be somebody’s who’s grounded, and very in-tune with reality.

Suga wouldn’t mind someone who, whenever you see them, makes you feel like you just came home after a long trip. He really likes the idea of an S/O having the ability to remember very small things about the people they care about that most others might not notice, and somehow being able to turn that small thing into something memorable.

Asahi likes someone who dotes on him a little, but also someone he can dote on as well. Someone who would be sympathetic about his anxiety is a must, but also somebody who can give him a positive push to overcome it is really important. He wouldn’t mind a whole lot if they teased him from time-to-time, as long as they do so in a loving way; he actually quite enjoys it.

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Little Accomplishments are Still Accomplisments

I’m struggling a bit with maintaining my mental health because my physical health is making it so much harder to do things at the moment.

But here is something I remind myself of that helps.

You see I grew up with the idea that BIG accomplishments were the only ones that matter. It didn’t matter if that story you wrote made you happy you needed a good grade or to get published for it to matter.

If you did average at school then you weren’t good enough you needed a 4.0.

If you weren’t going to college if you weren’t going for the right degree etc etc and if you were anything less than exceptional than what you did with your life was meaningless.

I will say this is not a lesson I learned on purpose. No one sat me down and told me this outright. 

My parents, trying to be helpful, put pressure on me to get published or do well because I was “so intelligent” and there was this expectation that weighed me down however well meaning it was.

Schools were worse. The institution of American education despised people who were “intelligent” in the wrong ways. I didn’t do what was expected of me to earn a 4.0 and take part in the pep club and other shit like that. No I wrote stories that made the teachers call my parents and was told off for using words with more than 7 letters when I was 15. (One of the words I was told off for using as it was “too big and difficult for your peers” was, ironically: ignorant)

I was constantly placed in the middle level classes. The ones for kids who aren’t expected to do much. The “average” kids. Which was a problem because they put me there for all of my classes so I would end up struggling in math, be fine in science and then be bored in all my other classes because they were too easy. I was told by how I was treated that because I wasn’t one of the shining stars, one of the “exceptional” students that my education was meaningless. That I was meaningless.

It was my grandfather, god rest his soul, telling me to lower my expectations of what degree I could get.

It was the attention my sister got for being a “trouble maker” who needed help while my problems were over-looked and ignored.

The world around me made it very clear because I wasn’t “exceptional” and I wasn’t a “problem child” my existance was meaningless.

I combatted this conception of myself for a long time and made very little progress until recently.

The reason I was able to battle it?


Writing my about my life, my family, Yuri on Ice, writing fanfiction and sharing it with all of you

If one person finds comfort, or laughs or enjoys something I created. If just ONE person besides me finds value in what I put out.

Well that’s not meaningless.

I’m not meaningless.

I created something that made someone else feel. That is marvellous

It’s not a huge accomplishment. I’m not changing the world here and I’m not pretending I am.

But however little my influence on the world it’s still important.

It’s like when I read my favourite fanfiction series for Yuri on Ice because it calms me and makes me happy when I’m anxious…that’s story might not change the world but it changes my world for me when I read it. That’s an accomplisment. That is meaningful. The author has influenced my life in a positive way (btw you all should read it! Series starts here)

Rather then think what your doing is just meaningless or useless because it’s not changing the world on a global scale…instead of beating yourself up because you aren’t making the “big” accomplishments that everyone insists matters the most…take pride in the small accomplishments. In the little things you can do. Because they are important to someone and they do matter

You matter

Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, convince you otherwise

You always thought that I’m strong. But the truth is, I’m not. You think that I’m okay standing on my own, for facing problems on my own, and for being independent. I can, but the thing about appearing independent is that, people won’t care to ask how I am. I get sad, I feel depressed, and I also get weak. People admire me like a shining star in our beautiful sky. But little did they know that stars are far long dead.

Being strong doesn’t mean I don’t need someone who will take my hand when if I feel so alone. Darkness is consuming me every now and then, I really want you but I can’t. I need you, but you don’t. I’m strong, but you’re my weakness. You’re gone and so am I.
—  10/13/16 (zeus)

anonymous asked:

winteriron + 21

And I have loved you in a tame way/And I have loved you wild

Song is:

Seven Bridges Road

“Bucky, seriously, think this through.”

Bucky ignored his brother, throwing more clothes into his knapsack. “Buck! Brock is not worth this.”

“He is to me,” Bucky rumbled, swinging the bag over his shoulder. “And if this is what it takes to get him, then I’m going.”

Brock Rumlow was all Bucky had ever wanted. He was handsome, funny, athletic, and most importantly, charismatic. He always fit in everywhere he went. Bucky had never had that; people thought him cold, called him ‘Winter.’ Everybody but Steve and his mom Sarah treated him like an outside, which, okay, he was, but still. Bucky just wanted to belong with, to somebody.

Brock was that somebody. Yesterday Bucky had dressed in his best suit, scraped together his courage, and went to ask for his hand, but Brock was high-class. He couldn’t just be wooed by some pretty words.

“I would bring you the stars, Brock,” Bucky had sworn, and ignored the pang in his heart when Brock laughed, focusing instead on how beautiful he was when he did so.

Brock got himself under control, looked Bucky up and down, and said “Alright, Winter. We all saw the shower yesterday. One of the stars fell from the sky. You get me that star and I swear to be yours.”

So now Bucky prepared to walk down Seven Bridges Road. No one ever made it past the fourth bridge unless they could pay the toll, but if you could, you would find yourself in a magical world. Or so said Bucky’s father, Chester Phillips, in his favorite nighttime story.

Sarah said that’s where Bucky came from. His father had been her childhood friend and she had taken care of Bucky once he passed on, but his mother had always been a mystery. “She’s from beyond the bridge, your pa always said,” Sarah would tell him. 

“It’s dangerous,” Stevie said. “I’ll worry about you, jerk.”

Bucky smiled at his brother, ruffled his hair, which Steve predictably huffed at. “You shouldn’t. I’m leaving all the stupid with you, punk. I’ll be fine.”

Downstairs, Sarah Rogers was waiting. She handed him food, a water canteen, and his birthright: a magical candle that was said to transport the user miles in seconds as long as the candle was lit. “Come back to us,” she whispered to him as they hugged. “You will always have a place here.”

“Be safe, Bucky,” Steve told him, and then he set.

For love, he told himself as he left the only home he’d ever know. 

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I’m the worlds most sappiest person when it comes to someone i could see myself with..i don’t want nothing less than to make that girl feel like she was the most magnificent masterpiece i have ever laid my eyes upon, like she shined as bright if not brighter than any star i have also laid my eyes upon. I would write poems about her. Maybe we could bloom together like the beautiful flowers we could be. The thing is i don’t need to touch you with my hands. My words would do that for me, i’d make you comfortable with who you are. I would be best friends with your parents, i would do everything in the world for you. There wouldn’t be a day that went by without my gay ass sending you cute little poems through text, in person too, along with letters of course. I’d give you the love you dreamed of. That’s what’s good about hopeless romantics i guess.