live life as if its your last day


On May 16th 2015 I tried to kill myself by swallowing 3 bottles of pills and it was the biggest mistake of my life. You’ve got one shot, and this is it. I know your world may be confusing and extremely hard right now but the chaos is worth living through, I promise. Nobody can predict the future, but I know for a fact that the overwhelming sadness buried deep inside your chest will fade away to nothing and one day you will be happy. You will love life so much. I know it’s hard to see the light when you’re surrounded by darkness but I swear to you that it’s there, you get closer to it everyday that you wake up and give life another try. No pain lasts forever, and your worst days only last 24 hours. Your life is precious, don’t ever think its not. Please keep fighting, take it day by day.

The Guest House

Description: Yoongi the hostel owner slowly develops a rapport with a girl and her friends that keep visiting.  Maybe a bit of a flirtatious one.  Maybe even a little crush.  One night he gets protective on a date gone bad and it leads to smut.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: So, basically, this is based off an experience I had last week. Not the smut part (ughhhhh), but the whole hostel owner coming to save the day when this dude just wouldn’t get the hint and leave. I relayed the experience to @ellieljade , because I needed her to die with me, and we both decided it should be used for smut fuel. Like grown adults. 

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Your life is a gift.

Sadly, this gift won’t last forever. There are only so many years, months, days in which it will be around for.

While you possess this gift, be sure to live it fully. You have it, right now, and it’s all yours. This life that you were given, with all of its many ups and downs, is completely yours to do what ever your heart desires.

So take this gift, and fully embrace it. Do so every single day until the moment comes when it must finally be returned to its origin.

—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Highlights from All the Bright Places
  • Finch: .. it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.
  • Finch: Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak.
  • Finch: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.
  • Finch: "My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery-- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving,, and then buried in the mud. And why? What's this passion for?"
  • Violet: "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."
  • Violet: Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.
  • Finch: You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.
  • Finch: I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to.
  • Finch: The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.
  • Finch: What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good?
  • Finch: (referring to "impending, weightless doom") I like the idea of something that can give you those feelings all the time. I want something like that, and then I look at Violet and think: There she is.
  • Finch: I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase "elegance and euphoria," and how it describes exactly what i feel with Violet.
  • Finch: I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her, a lot more R-rated than PG-13.
  • Finch: Ultraviolet Remarkey-able, I think I love you.
  • Finch: The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.
  • Finch (while strangling Roamer): You put me here. You did this. It's your fault, your fault, your fault.
  • Finch: If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.
  • Finch (quoting Cesare Pavese): "We do not remember days, we remember moments."
  • Finch: Decca, sometimes there's beauty in the tough words-- it's all in how you read them.
  • Violet: People like Theodore Finch don't die. He's just wandering.
  • Violet: May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul .... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
  • Violet: What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
  • Violet: I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.
  • Violet: Just because they're dead, they don't have to be. And neither do we.
  • Finch: You make me love you, And that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do ....
  • : Theodore Finch-- I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.
  • Jennifer Niven: ... it is important to talk about what happened.
  • Theodore Finch: You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

#transformationtuesday 2015 vs 2017 ➡️ I’ve always known shame, my unwitting sidekick, since childhood- long before I knew its name. Looking back, in a ironic way it was shame that was one of the main catalysts that drove me to try to be successful. To try to be liked. To try to be accepted. To try to fit in. To try to become more. To prove something to the world. But at the same time, it was that same shame that was the weight around my neck, the stones in my shoes, the constant naysayer and saboteur. I remember a time before shame when I was fearless as a child and did everything with freedom. It wasn’t until I started to express a desire to wear girlier stuff around 7-8, and got beaten up by my dad for it a number of times that I started to question what I did and started to feel ashamed and wrong. Once I learned how poorly I fit in with other boys and was tortured by them, the shame snowballed exponentially. But as I grew up, I made the most of the momentum that my shame and anger created. I made a career out of tapping into it musically. I manufactured and refined this “tough persona” on the outside to try to be what I thought I should be and to protect my vulnerability. I had ups and I had downs, but through everything, shame was there- influencing. Even though coming out as transgender has felt impossibly tough at times, its not 1/1000th as hard as quietly living ashamed of yourself and your feelings every single day. I didn’t realize that I had this wet blanket over my whole life at all times for the last 20 years until it was gone. Accepting myself, being honest with the people I love and choosing not to run from this anymore has allowed me a self-pride and freedom I forgot existed and allowed me to appreciate happiness in my life. Thanks to things like Instagram and Tumblr, I’m also constantly reminded I’m not alone anymore now. When I leave my house, people can think whatever they want about me but I’m finally feeling truly proud of myself and who I am. Feeling whole. And erasing the shame.

The Edge

When I was growing up, I always thought life was like a video game. I did everything I could to keep up the illusion: doing homework was like completing a quest, talking with friends was like navigating branching dialogue trees with NPCs, and making it to the podium at graduation was like killing the final boss.

I kept these fantasies to myself and didn’t think much of them until little details started standing out. Sometimes I’d be walking along a trail in the woods and my eyes would gravitate towards a tree that looked just a bit blurrier than the others. Other times I’d be talking with my parents and the conversation would seem off, as if their responses were just vague enough to make sense if I had said something else.

“Mrs. Bainbridge gave us way too much work tonight!” I’d argue. “Homework is important, son,” Dad would say. “There’s no way I can finish this project on top of baseball practice!” I’d yell. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” Dad would say.

I grew skeptical. I started testing the universe to make sure it was real. One by one, the pieces of the puzzle that I thought I had solved became detached. One afternoon, I punched my best friend Aidan straight in the teeth. His face recoiled a bit, but then snapped back into place, his big smile unfazed.

“Want to play Smash later?” Aidan said immediately after, grinning from ear to ear.

The next day, I tried to get my parents to say my name.

“Come down for dinner, honey!” Mom called. “How was your day, sport?” Dad asked. “Elbows off the table, dear,” Mom said.

This went on for the rest of the night. I couldn’t remember the last time my parents ever said my name.

Looking back on it, I should have just accepted it. It wasn’t hard to live my life as the game intended. I could have been happy if I had drowned out all the red flags. It’s too late for that now.

Yesterday, or at least I think it was yesterday, I decided to push the game to its limits. Right before school I stole my mom’s keys, got in her truck, and drove. It didn’t matter where I was going, so long as it was somewhere new.

Eventually, the road got less familiar. I was entering the wilderness. In a half-hour, I had reached the city limits, beyond the thick canopy of trees that isolated our town from the outside world.

Except…there was nothing. The road ended there. The land just stopped. Everything was blue. Up, down, and out into the endless expanse. It was all blue.

I stood there on the precipice, wondering what my life had been up until that moment. I wondered what it could be. I took my first step into the blue unknown. I started to fall.

In those final seconds, the scariest thing I could imagine was living a life that someone else had chosen for me.

But now?

I’m still falling.

Old Love.

- Bobby x Reader

- Angst, fluff

- An exhausted Bobby learns the hard way to be careful with what he wishes for. 

- Random drabble I forgot to post.

- Random S/O: @masual , @muujum thanks for the kind comments 😍😍😘

Originally posted by verygood-climax

The thunderous slam of the front door this late at night could only means one thing, an overworked boyfriend fed up with the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life. You understand his frustration of course, being worked to the bone without having a comeback in months would do that to even a saint. Adding the constant travel for show and lack of sleep had turned the boy with stars in his eyes into an insufferable grump. You never minded being his therapist, being the only person he could complain to without any filter. He’d often laid with his head on your lap, gritting his teeth angrily at one thing or another. You’d just let him talk with a hand smoothing comforting circles over his firm chest, melting his rage back into its cage. Some days he’d ask for your advice knowing just how unreasonable he could get, others, he simply needed a pair of ears. Although rare, sometimes the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life includes you. 

You hadn’t expect him tonight honestly, not after the blow out last night. Curl up in the cold king size bed that might as well have been two twin beds for the past week, you stay quiet, listening intently to any little sound coming from the living room. Jiwon loves skin-ship despite that tough macho image on SMTM and explosive stages of Ikon. He continuously expresses his displeasure in Hanbin lovey dovey gestures but you know for a fact he loves it. He just couldn’t get himself to let the poor boy knows he secretly revels in every moment because Hanbin being the cheeky monkey would never let him live it down. With you in the privacy of your shared apartment, there was not a second spent here that he didn’t have some sort of contact with your skin. You don’t even know what was the point in him buying a bigger bed when he cuddles up to you at night so close, you both use a mere 25% of the spacious bed. Lately however, he’d come home late at night when you’re already asleep and fall into slumber as far away from your body as possible. 

An exasperated groan follows by heavy footsteps yank you out of your reverie of happier time. He was searching for something and for the sake of your peaceful sleep tonight, you hope he finds it soon. Sure enough, a mere second later, the bedroom door swing open with a bang resembles much of the one earlier made by the front door. In burst Jiwon, eyebrows furrow and that sharp jawline clenches under what must be a raging storm. You wanted so bad to just run up to him as always when he gets home and envelop him in a big hug, telling him everything will be okay. Tonight, you don’t dare with the fury that’s flashing bright red on that handsome face. 

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music questions - answer with youtube links, pictures or plain text
  • 1: favorite band.
  • 2: favorite singer.
  • 3: favorite guitarist.
  • 4: favorite bassist.
  • 5: favorite drummer.
  • 6: a musician you have a crush on.
  • 7: bands or musicians you've seen live.
  • 8: your favorite song when you were 12.
  • 9: your favorite song when you were 15.
  • 10: your favorite song when you were 18.
  • 11: your favorite song now.
  • 12: a song that says something about your love life.
  • 13: a song you listen to when you're sad.
  • 14: a song that makes you dance.
  • 15: a powerful song.
  • 16: a musician you'd like to meet.
  • 17: a song that is a collaboration of 2 or more artists you love.
  • 18: favorite live dvd.
  • 19: oldest band / musician you listen to.
  • 20: favorite classical composer.
  • 21. a band/musician your friend(s) like(s), but you hate.
  • 22: a band/musician that someone/something made you hate.
  • 23: the musician you find the nicest.
  • 24: the musician you find the most attractive looking.
  • 25: favorite album(s).
  • 26: favorite song which lasts more than 10 minutes.
  • 27: a song that always makes you cry.
  • 28: a song that feels like it's made about you / for you.
  • 29: a song of one of your favorite bands/musicians that you'd show to someone to introduce the band/musician to them.
  • 30: a band/musician you loved, but now can't stand.
  • 31: a band/musician you used to hate, but now love.
  • 32: a band/musician who made you listen to the kind of music you like most. (first one of the kind that you heard)
  • 33: do you and your partner(s) / best friend(s) share music tastes?
  • 34: a band / musician that both you and your parent(s) like.
  • 35: a band / musician that made you meet someone you have loved.
  • 36: song(s) that would be theme songs for your life or parts of it.
  • 37: a band / musician you'd like to see live, but it's never going to be possible.
  • 38: the favorite music cd / dvd(s) you own.
  • 39: an album you want to own.
  • 40: do you own any vinyls?
  • 41: a concert you could have attended and wanted to attend, but something made you not go. (e.g. health issues, work)
  • 42: a musician you wish hadn't died.
  • 43: a band / musician whose works helped you last through the day.
  • 44: a song you love to listen to when it snows.
  • 45: a song you love to listen to when it rains.
  • 46: a song that makes you smile.
  • 47: a musician that shares similarities with you. (can be looks or personality or tastes)
  • 48: favorite song from a movie or favorite anime opening.
  • 49: sure there is a language you don't listen to music in, but you have this one song or band / musician that you like anyway. what's that?
  • 50: the newest / youngest of the bands you like.
  • 51: your ringtone.
  • 52: your phone alarm.
  • 53: a guilty pleasure song.
  • 54: a guilty pleasure band / musician.
  • 55: your favorite song in your mother language.
  • 56: a song you listened to for laughs, but then actually loved it.
  • 57: your favorite picture of one of your favorite bands.
  • 58: the song that is currently playing. if you're not listening to any, the last song you listened to.
  • 59: a song that you just can't stop humming / singing.
  • 60: your favorite love song.

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15. things you said with too many miles between us

The sound of his phone vibrating itself off of his nightstand and onto the floor startles Otabek out of his slumber with a jerk and a snort. He’d never been a particularly heavy sleeper, but drinking himself into a stupor the night before certainly didn’t help things. He doesn’t drink much, and getting trashed always puts him on edge. He should have known better.

Yuri.P: Otabek.

Yuri.P: Otabek I can’t believe you.

Yuri.P: You can’t just text me things like this.

Yuri.P: This is so unfair of you.

Otabek snaps upright in bed, head swimming and gut churning. What did he say? The last thing he remembers is getting home and grabbing the bottle of vodka he keeps hidden in the back of the cleaning cabinet. Things after that get a little blurred around the edges.

Taking a steadying breath, Otabek scrolls up in the conversation to the last things he typed. His stomach drops as he begins to read.

O.Altin: Y ura.

O.Altin: yur a. I love youo

O.Altin: its not just I love you.

O.Altin: i love evry bit of you

O.Altin: your eyes ar ethe only thing I see in a room, did you know that+?

O.Altin: i have dreams about touching your hair yuraa, about briading it for you befroe bed

O.Altin: I have lvoed every inch of you bodya nd soul since the day I met yuo

O.Altin: maybe before.

O.Altin: anyway thought you shuld know goodnight

Otabek lives his life on the ice. He lives his life in airports. He lives his life in suitcases, and taxis, and stifling hotel rooms. The point here is that he lives in a constant state of flux. He’s used to things coming and going and never staying the same. This, however, is not something he was prepared for. He can’t stomach the idea of Yuri being one of the things in his life to come and go just as easily. He can’t imagine the thought that maybe he’s screwed this up beyond repair.

Otabek scrubs his hands over his face, trying to come up with a plan, and freezes when his phone vibrates again in his lap.

Yuri.P: Otabek, I know you’ve seen these messages.

Yuri.P: I can see your read receipts, you dumbass.

Yuri.P: We should talk.

Otabek’s blood goes cold. His phone rings. He hits accept.

“Yura,” he rasps into the receiver, “I-“

“Is this your idea of romance? Put me on a plane, get wasted, and pour your heart out as soon as I walk through my door? IN TEXT MESSAGES?!”

He does his best to stifle the sob that works its way up his throat, “Yura, I’m-“

“Listen to me right now, Otabek Altin. I don’t even know if you meant it, but I have been waiting years to hear those things from you! Do you hear me?! YEARS. You will not, I repeat, will not take that away from me by being a drunk asshole! I can’t even-“

“I meant it.”

The line goes silent. Otabek’s heart stops beating.

“Y-you what?”

“I meant it. Every word. I’m so sorry I did it this way, but I meant it.”

Silence. Yuri breathing. Typing in the background. A ding.

“Okay,” Yuri breathes, “Okay. Check your email.”


“Your flight leaves at four. I’ll see you tonight.”

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Nineteen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 2380

Up way late into the night to finish this. Feels short. Gonna take a nap.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“Quit being so paranoid,” you told yourself, walking back and forth between the couch and your bed, rubbing your hands together. “He said he’ll come by later.”

It’s been an hour since Jimin left you to go wherever. One fucking hour. Not a day or several hours, but one. You felt stupid for being so scared, but what could you do? You’re in love with Jimin, and he had just confessed to liking you. Now he’s gone, and you’re pacing your room like a crazy person, peaking at the window to see if Jimin had appeared home yet.  

You felt ridiculous. You would assume that the two of you are dating, and if you are, why are you like this? Maybe it’s because even though he might be yours, you’re still paranoid of the possibility that it’s all a lie. A joke. And that scares you.

You didn’t want to be this way, so with all the will power you had in you, you forced yourself to go to sleep. You climbed into bed, burying yourself under your covers. You lied on your back at first, staring up at the blank ceiling with a blank stare, but your mind was running wild. Eventually you turned to your side, your back facing the window you had grown to like.

What if? All the what ifs were running through your mind again. You really hated living in the fear of what if. Don’t people usually say live life to the fullest? Or something along the lines of living life as if it’s your last? Every day? Well, the last one is stupid. People live longer because they’re careful. Maybe you’re just being a realist.

Maybe live life to its fullest in the category of love?

No. That is stupid, too. You’re already in love, but you’re still iffy in that category. Plus, you need someone that you’re one hundred percent loves you back.


You threw your blankets off, sitting up in bed. You don’t know. You know nothing. You’re a fucking lost puppy—sheep—whatever—in a field of bullshit. You’re the perfect description of stupidity. Simple.

The sound of a knock on your door erupted the silence. You got out of bed, making your way towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, a wave of basically everything new filled you. Opening the door, Jimin stood in front of you, hands in his pockets.

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2018 Guid to a Life Worth Living.

If your serious about creating a life for yourself then here are a few attainable ways to change your life into the one you dream.

* Budget your money

The trick to finding your budget is:

1. Assessing how much you are actually bringing in each month

2. Then subtracting all you bills: rent, phone, car, insurance, internet, gas, etc.

3. After you subtract then allot yourself an amount for spending.

4. Lastly the remaining amount can be put 100% into savings or split 50/50. Half for saving and half to sit in your checking for a rainy day fund.

5. If you can’t be trusted to not spend your money talk to your bank about “certificate savings” this is a locked savings that you can ONLY deposit money into. You cannot withdrawal money for a certain amount of time (our current term is 5 months) and in this time you earn interest on the money you deposited. (Our current interest rate is 4.00%)

6. If your one of those peoples who can’t trust banks maybe give your money to a person who you trust to hold I️t for you and not allow you to touch I️t.

* Plan a small trip

A trip is a trip, even if it’s one state over and only lasts a Day. A road trip with a fun new destination is still a vacation. Drive your own car if I️t can make I️t, take a couple of friends. Each state has its attractions, search for what’s around you and take a drive. You have to start somewhere if you want to see the world.

* Groupon is a thing

Groupon is a great way to begin living the life you want, from travels, pampering, dinner, and more. Groupon has amazing discounts on I️t all. Download the app (free) and start purchasing stuff through them.

* Chase your dreams

Anything is possible if you are willing to put in the work.

1. Determine what your ultimate goal is.

2. What can you do CURRENTLY to get you slightly closer to that goal?

3. Remember that you MUST invest in yourself in order to be successful.

example: you want to start a business

1. Purchase your web domain. Do daddy has a sale where you can purchase your url for $0.99.

2. Register your EIN number. This is for tax purposes.

3. Make time each day to go to work! Your new side job is working for yourself! Create your draft, design your program, sketch, write, whatever your desired business falls into you go to work on I️t EVERYDAY!

4. Google is your friend! You can find the tools you need. You can find the people you need to contact to get your business up and running.

5. Remember there is nothing wrong with starting small.

* Start to work on your credit, either build I️t or fix I️t.

If you don’t have any it’s time to start building credit the key to building your credit responsibly is:

1. Apply for a card, I’d recommend something with a major company like capital one.

2. Spend a little at a time. If your balance is $300 spend $150. However don’t go blow I️t on something that isn’t important. Maybe buy some personals and/or some furnishings for your home.

3. Whatever your minimum payment is pay more. If your minimum monthly payment is $25 each month pay $75. This shows the company that your not only on time but you are serious about restoring your balance and I️t looks good on your credit.

4. Keep this cycle going.

If you need to fix your credit

1. go to credit karma and see exactly what is on your credit.

2. Start with one company and call them to first try and negotiate a lower settlement

3. Once you understand exactly how much you need to pay begin small. Most company’s just WANT to get paid. Even if it’s only $10 a month. Pay what you can this also helps your credit.

4. If you are GOOD at money management then research credit cards that are made to help you build credit but this is not an option for people who cannot manage money.

* Remove the negativity

You will truly find happiness when you remove the negativity from your life. Anything toxic just dismiss I️t. No more of the drama in 2018.

Believing in the Last Days...

There are going to be days when you question your faith. There are going to be times when you have to defend what you believe in a culture and world that thinks you are crazy. Jesus was radical, and His beliefs flipped this world upside down. The truth is… what ever Jesus deems holy, the world will try to pervert into something sick. What ever Jesus deems worthy, the world will try to ignore, cast out, and put down. What ever Jesus deems truth, the world will call “irrelevant to today’s society.” Stand strong. Your testimony is powerful. God has moved in your life, and done too much for you to leave His truth. You know full well the power of His truth. This world needs your light. His Holy Spirit lives IN you! Do you realize the strength you have because of Him?!

This is the world.

“But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!” (2 Timothy 3:1-5)

You are called to be set apart. Believe in the truth that you know has set you free.

“Yes, and all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution. But evil men and impostors will grow worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived. But you must continue in the things which you have learned and been assured of, knowing from whom you have learned them, and that from childhood you have known the Holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work.” (2 Timothy 3:12-16)

Do not let false truth divide you from God and His Church. Let His Spirit guide you in all things.

“They said to you, ‘In the last times there will be scoffers who will follow their own ungodly desires.’ These are the people who divide you, who follow mere natural instincts and do not have the Spirit.” (Jude 1:18-19)

He has overcome the world, so we can overcome the lies thrown upon us!

“Who is it that overcomes the world? Only the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.” (1 John 5:5)

Lastly, have hope that overflows. God lives in us!

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” (Romans 15:13)

You knew love

Originally posted by mukenope

Summary: You knew love, and you knew Luke, Michael, Ashton and Calum.

A/N: This is my favorite piece so far! It has been on a long road but now it’s here and I’m actually really proud of it. It’s a bit different, but I hope you’ll give a chance! Also, I really like the Michael part, but it contains mentions of alcohol, drugs etc. so if you’re not comfortable with reading about that, you can just scroll past his part x

You knew love, although your version was a bit different than your friends’. They would fall in love over and over again and their feelings never lasted long. They got drunk on love and swelled in self-pity, when the hangover hit them, while you saw love as something precious, something rare and something that made life worth living. You had experienced love four times, with four very different boys; their only thing in common was a strangely passionate fondness of music. And the love you shared with each of them had taught you about yourself, truth, sadness, anger, hate, love and life itself.

Your first love taught you that soft, blushing cheeks, nervous whispers and sweaty palms were way better than bad boy images, expensive cars and heartbreak. Luke taught you how to fall in love without getting broken, he taught you how to trust and how to not just be lovers, but also best friends.

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KIRK: Spock.
SPOCK: The epidemic is reduced and no longer a threat. The Enterpriseis on course five one three mark seven, as you ordered.
KIRK: A very old and lonely man. And a young and lonely man. We put ona pretty poor show, didn’t we? If only I could forget.
(He rests his head on his arms, on the desk. McCoy enters)
MCCOY: Jim. Oh, thank heaven, sleeping at last.
SPOCK: Your report, Doctor.
MCCOY: Oh, those tricorder readings on Mister Flint are finally correlated: He’s dying. You see, Flint, in leaving Earth with all of its complex fields within which he was formed, sacrificed immortality. He’ll live the remainder of a normal life span, then die.
SPOCK: On that day, I shall mourn. Does he know?
MCCOY: Yes, I told him myself. He intends to devote the remainder of his years and great abilities to the improvement of the human condition. And who knows what he might come up with.
SPOCK: Indeed.
MCCOY: Well, I guess that’s all. I can tell Jim later or you can. Considering his opponent’s longevity, truly an eternal triangle. You wouldn’t understand that, would you, Spock? You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know simply because the word love isn’t written into your book. Goodnight, Spock.
SPOCK: Goodnight, Doctor.
MCCOY: I do wish he could forget her.
(McCoy leaves. Spock goes over to Kirk and initiates a mind meld)
SPOCK: Forget. 

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Sweet Surak, you have no idea how long I’ve been itching to write about this episode and especially this last scene!

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Burning Love

This AU story is based on the Romeo and Juliet play of the game Daughter of the Dusk, with Roy and Riza as the protagonists. This is a very extended version of it and I took my liberties, but I’m sure you’ll still recognize the dialogues that have been translated and been around Tumblr for a while. I hope you enjoy this! :)

The annual military ball was held on a beautiful summer night. Central City was famous for its rich people’s taste in fine wine, orchestral music, excessive meals, eccentric clothing and masquerades. Big celebrations that only reunited the best of the best. And this night’s celebration was no exception.

Roy Mustang was a young soldier; handsome, kind, well educated. He was never one to question orders or break the rules.

Roy had little interest in the party he and his family had attended. Everybody danced happily, but he roamed the room in search of something that would catch his eye. He stopped by the fish tanks, they were big and full of colorful, beautiful creatures. He wished he’d be swimming right now, just like the fishes. While dancing was nice, he only enjoyed it the rare times his partner happened to be someone of his liking.

As they moved, many fishes met for a moment in the middle of the tank, and Roy saw his reflection on the glass. He was wearing an orange mask with yellow feathers. He smiled to himself, and when the fishes went their separate ways, the face he saw on the glass was a different one. Big brown eyes blinked at him, and Roy sat up straight, aware that there was someone on the other side.

He walked around the tank and saw her. The most beautiful lady he had laid eyes upon. Long, blonde hair, such a fair face, eyes he could die for. He saw her soul in them, and he felt immediately attracted. She enchanted him at first sight.

The woman smiled shyly at him, but didn’t make a move as she stared right back.

“My name is Roy, I’m an Amestrian soldier,” he said to her. He extended his hand at her. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

The woman took his hand and nodded. “Of course.”

They danced together for what felt like hours. Roy held the lady by the waist and guided her across the room. Her gentle touch on his shoulder felt shockingly warm, the kind of warmth Roy knew he couldn’t let go. They looked into each other’s eyes, which shone bright like the stars, and without a word they fell into the deepest of seas and drowned in the sweetest of waters.

The band playing the music took a rest, and Roy and the lady stopped dancing for a moment. She got closer to him, internally debating with herself whether she should kiss him, for he had become a gentleman she wanted to be held by, for at least the rest of the night.

She extended her hand to his face and pulled off his mask, revealing Roy’s handsome face. She blinked and tilted her head, observing him for a moment.

“I think… I’ve seen you before.”

Roy raised his eyebrows. “Oh! Well… maybe you’ve seen me in past military events? The Mustang family has been in the military for generations.”

Riza gasped. “You’re a Mustang.”

He smiled lovingly. “Indeed.”

They heard another song being played, and Roy moved to hold the lady tight again, but she broke the embrace and stepped back.

“I’m very sorry, Roy Mustang” she said. “I must leave now.”

Roy frowned sadly, suddenly confused and disappointed, and walked up to her.

“Wait, Miss! May I have your name?”

She sighed and turned around. “I’m… Riza.”

He put a hand on his chest. “Ah… such beautiful name for such beautiful woman.”

Riza smiled shyly at him, like the first time her eyes made contact with his.

Roy took a step forward. “I must say, Riza… my heart is burning with love for you.”

Riza blushed heavily. “Did… did I cause such thing?”

Roy touched her arm and looked at her tenderly. “You—”

“No, I’m sorry,” she interrupted. “I must go.”

Riza ran toward the exit, her full-length gown’s tale floating in the air behind her as she made her way. Appalled, Roy tried to follow her, but some dancing couples got in the way, and he soon lost sight of Riza. By the time he reached the entrance, she was gone.

Riza hid in the shadows, around the corner of the building. She could see Roy from there, looking desperately for her. Her heart pounded strongly, and she touched her chest with worry.

“What is happening to me? This feeling in my chest…” she took a peak at Roy again, “…what is it?”

She couldn’t go back to him, no matter how much she wanted to. He was a Mustang, after all. And her family, the Hawkeyes, had always been an enemy of his. They could never be together.

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We woke this morning and the sun reflected your skin ever so eloquently. The moon gave rise to sun and you were there with me. In your element, I observed your movements. You looked at me in a gazing manner… giving me a piece of your soul through your eyes. The art on your body tells a story, much like your eyes do. You have so much love to give. daily, I pray that God grants me with the capacity to receive all that you have to give. You are so kind, so patient, so sweet- your touch is like no other. You are the epitome of everything I’ll ever need. Some days, I stand in awe of you; that one person can be everything I need. Its scary. Its liberating. Its love. I see the God in you. What’s even better is that I feel it. You give me a feeling that can’t even be described. I want this to last forever… for however long that is. Growing with you is the best part of being in love and waking up to you makes life worth living.

I love you, king.




There are times throughout the past year that have been dark. Far from promising. Those were very difficult moments in time for me.

Feeling like a failure as a mother. Crying, screaming, children frustrated at life and their present situation.

I forced myself to push on. Telling myself there was a reason. Light at the end of the tunnel. Most of the time not fully believing what I was telling myself.

Now today, as I sit here, reflecting on things, I appreciate those moments. My life may still be busy, messy and my house cluttered, but its my life. I have two AMAZING children. Who love me dearly. Who cuddle and play with me daily. Who sing songs along with me all day long. A puppy we brought in to our lives, which was a risky move, but has paid off ten fold for us as a family.

Im thankful for all of the hard times. Its made me better, stronger and more confident in who I am. Even more confident in what I need in life in a mate, by my side.

For the first time in a long time I feel at peace and am excited for what the future may hold for our little family. What better time than my favorite season of the year.

anonymous asked:

When a person's natural inclination & desire is to avoid physical interaction/affection/intimacy w/ someone else--as D has so clearly displayed w/ M--there is no true 'consent. There is only coercion or manipulation. Whether through contractual stuff or in the moment. And that's what makes this all so awful. Things are planned knowing full well D only suffers through bc he's desperate for his own free life one day. So you're right. It's absolutely malicious & spiteful. (1/2)

It’s using D as a prop, indulging the self-insert fanfic fantasies of his fans, to get the immediate gratification of attention. And it’s done bc it makes him look foolish, angers fans who know the truth now, & adds to the shit D will have to take the blame for in the future. It’s just utterly vile. And I can’t imagine the damage it does to D each day to live through this (2/2)


Anon, your ask is making me very emotional right now.  I honestly cannot remember the last time team inhumane has made me so angry. My hands are literally shaking. I still can’t really explain why this situation has such a direct impact on me, but at times I feel like when they hurt him, it is as if they are doing it to us all.

I have seen some say D is a grown man who makes his own choices.  And I understand how it is easy to think that way.  But it is a complete misunderstanding of the situation.  Any person truly looking can see the pain that D endured last night. that this was not NOT willing. He may have posed for the photos, but only because it was required and demanded so that bitch could use him to sell herself and her bar to her “fans”.  What occurred last evening is, to me, beyond malicious and vile.

He is doing as needed to see this through to the end. He is acting a part, though just barely.  I can see it not just on his face. It is screaming from his entire demeanor.  

What I can say today though that is positive, despite the nightmare that occurred last night, I am pleasantly amazed at the majority of this fandom and how much they love him.  I have seen overwhelming support and love from so many.  And privately I have gotten messages from multiple people, who aren’t as vocal, expressing that they stand by and support D and know that he is only doing as required to gain his freedom.  

if I could tell him anything today, this is what I would say.  We know what is happening. We know why. And we support him endlessly.  We all only want one thing for him. For him to win the freedom he is entitled to have and that we know he desperately wants to gain. 

While my heart is breaking watching what unfolded, it is also full of love for him.

Darren often refers to the song Hold On to Each other and for good reason,  The lyrics are so powerful.  I hope he knows that we are holding on to him.  And I hope that today he is able to hold on to the ones he loves.

jassaroz-deactivated20171013  asked:

Hey, imagine that it was Dazai and his s/o 's marriage day... and when s/o is walking down the isle towards the altar where Dazai is waiting patiently, s/o gets shot and she dies on that day... what am I thinking ;-; imsosorry BTW, I love your writing skills like it's so interesting to read ♡♡

Thank you so much~ 💜

Osamu Dazai

  • Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days for the bride and groom. It’s the start of a brand new chapter with your spouse where the two would settle down in a new house and start a cute family of three together once the honeymoon was over. That was how Dazai had imagined things would go and that’s all he ever wanted after living a life full of bloodshed and darkness for the longest time, but the universe was determined to screw him over one last time. Dazai experienced a devastating loss the first time around with his one and only best friend, Odasaku Sakunosuke, and now it was your turn to face the same fate as he did.
  • There was an uncontrollable smile coming over Dazai’s face when he sees you for the first time that day, adorned in the most beautiful and extravagant wedding dress he’s ever seen with the most breathtaking and radiant smile on your face as you gracefully make you way down the aisle. He could feel so much joy and happiness bouncing inside his heart when he holds your gaze from a distance and he knew that he would always remember this exact moment in time for as long as he lives. Dazai couldn’t be more right because the unexpected turn of events that takes place in the next few moments will be permanently etched into his soul.
  • Dazai was the first person to notice right away and his face instantly falls and contorts into a mixture of pain, anguish, and despair when he catches sight of a crimson stain that’s bleeding into the seams of your pristine wedding dress. His absolute nightmare had become a reality and he could physically feel the pieces of his heart breaking and shatter inside his ribcage, and as he lunges toward you he’s hoping and praying to the heavens that you’re still alive enough for Yosano to save you.
  • As soon as Dazai holds your lifeless form in his arms he knew deep down in his heart that it was already too late, but he didn’t want to believe it and starts to helplessly mutter words to convince himself that you’re going to be okay and that Yosano will definitely save you no matter what, and so he quietly begs you over and over again to hang on for just a little while longer until she gets here. But when Yosano arrives at the scene there was nothing but silence and she only shakes her head at Dazai, indicating that there’s nothing for her to save. Dazai loses all composure and tears begin to rain down his cheeks and he turns to you and hugs you tightly in his embrace, pleading you once more to not leave him alone in this cruel and wretched world all by himself.

I love the fact that the phrase “I think about Cassandra Pentaghast more than your average bear” holds extra meaning because of the Hinterlands

The average Hinterlands bear probably lives its life in utter terror of Cassandra Pentaghast. It probably wakes up in the morning like “shit, today could be the day. Today could be the day she and that goddamn glow stick show up and take my ass out. I’m not ready. There were so many trees I didn’t use as scratching posts”

But here I am thinking about that wonderfully sharp lady even more than this poor defeatist bear