love her more than anything else

I don’t know what this is or where it came from but here’s some more friendship things for Brotp week.

  • Jemma has a very creepy plastic skull with a rubber model of all the muscles in the human face glued to the front for bonus creepy grossness.

  • She loves this skull perhaps more than anything else she owns.

  • Fitz hates this skull more than anything else she owns. It used to sit on a podium, lording over the biology lab at the Academy where someone a long time ago dubbed it Bartholomew and was, along with the nauseating smell of formaldehyde and the abundance of cut-open dead things, a major reason he refused to set foot into the building.

  • Until that day, right before they graduated, when he stole it for her.

  • In the stress of finals and writing her valedictorian speech and interviewing with the xenobiological research team at Sci-Ops, she had landed herself with walking pneumonia and on the morning of the Biochem department’s Graduate Hike, could barely get out of bed.

  • Fitz found her in a heap halfway down the dormitory hallway, clutching her toothbrush and sobbing, between violent bouts of coughing, about how she was never going to get to say goodbye. He put her back to bed and then broke into the biology department for the skull.  

  • The skull comes with her everywhere.

  • It sits in pride of place above the tv in their Sci-Ops apartment. Until Fitz makes her keep it in her bedroom where it sits in pride-of-place on her nightstand.

  • There isn’t really space for it in her bunk on the Bus, so she stuffs it in a cabinet in the lab and everyone stumbles unwittingly across it at least once with varying, amusing reactions of horror.

  • It is one of the few things she brings to Hydra with her, because by then she can’t quite fathom living anywhere without it, and when her cover’s blown and she has to fight her way out of the organization, she’s sure it along with everything else in her apartment is lost to the flames her undercover mission went up in.

  • But a few days later, Coulson deposits it on her bed along with a few other personal effects (her Doctor Who box set and the teapot he bought for her after his first debriefing visit).

  • It’s over the skull that she and Hunter get into their first drinking competition. She drinks him under the table and wins a hideous glass eyeball he’d knocked out of some mob boss’s head once upon a time. He watches sulkily as she glues the eye into one of the skull’s empty sockets. Her smirk could not be smugger if it tried.

  • When she is swallowed by the space rock, when she’s been gone for months, when everyone but Fitz (and Bobbi) have come to their own silent, horrified acceptance that she is not coming home, Daisy breaks into her bunk. She cries herself to sleep in Jemma’s bed, curled around the skull as if it’s a teddy bear, and she takes it, along with one of Jemma’s sweaters, to hold onto when the ache of her loss feels like a black hole in Daisy’s chest.

  • She waits a little while after they have Jemma home to return the skull. Waits until she can really believe she’s back, risen from the dead and working her way toward okay again. Daisy walks into Jemma’s room cradling the skull as if it’s a baby in the crook of her elbow, apologizes for barely visiting, for believing she was dead, for mourning her. And Jemma tells her its okay, tells her she had mourned each of them, mourned herself and they sob into each others’ shoulders with the skull pressed between them.

  • Lincoln is infatuated by the thing. When he moves on base, she brings it into the lab and sets it up on a shelf between their work stations. Once, Jemma, Lincoln, and Bobbi spend five hours tossing the skull back and forth between them because once they’d done it twenty times without dropping it they could hardly stop. 

  • May does not understand it at all. But when Jemma’s stuck in the medbay going crazy while her wounds from Giyera heal all too slowly, she brings the skull along with some of Jemma’s clothes and blankets and bites back a bemused smile as Jemma happily mounts the thing on top of her IV stand. 

  • And when Jemma, Daisy, and Fitz move into the rent-controlled apartment with the breakfast nook, it goes up on the mantel above the fireplace. Fitz objects, but it’s two to one, although they do agree that he can turn it so the stupid eye isn’t bugging out at him wherever he sits. But honestly, by this point he’s seen far creepier things than a muscled skull and, well, it’s kind of a nice reminder of how things endure.

  • Besides, having it in the living room is far better than having it propped on the nightstand next to their bed, so he’ll take it. 

Mothers are truly a gift from God. Never let expectance ruin appreciation. You will not find anyone in this world, who is as unconditionally loving and devoted to you like your mother, someone who’s intention is only your happiness and health. That’s what true love is, don’t take your mother’s love for granted. Love her more than anything else in this world, she’s the one who truly deserves the upmost devotion of your love.

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens

“Can I just know honestly,” she said, the words pained her to speak, but she couldn’t live another day without knowing. “Did any of it mean anything?”

“Did what mean anything?” He responded.

“The nights of endless conversations. The drunken kiss. The way you held me under the stars on the freezing cold November night. The playful banter from day to day–” She began to choke up. He just sat there, sullen, expressing almost no emotion.

“I know these are stupid questions. YOU love HER. Not me. I’m your best friend. And that’s it. But there’s just something about you that’s different than how Ive ever felt towards anyone else. It’s something so deep in my being it scares the living crap out of me. My heart skips to a different beat when I’m around you. My heart feels happy when I’m around you. The way you hold me feels more right than anything else I’ve ever felt. I may have been drunk off my ass that night but I was sober enough to know something about this is so incredibly right to me.”

She continued. “I just can’t sit around and watch you follow her around when she doesn’t even give you the time of day. I don’t get how you can have a connection so strong with her when I feel so tethered to you.”

“I’m so sorry–” he finally interjected.

“Sorry for what? I just don’t get it. How can a connection that feels so strong be one-sided?”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Ok but

Think about how loved Sasuke is.

How much Naruto loves him. How Naruto thinks of him as his brother. How they are brothers. How Naruto is willing to die for him and has been since they were kids.

Think about how much Sakura loves him. How she’s stood by him through thick and thin. How they’re married. She’s a loving devoted wife and she’s loved him since they were kids.

Think about Boruto. Think about how much he respects Sasuke. Think about how much he loves being his student and how much excitement he feels when they train.

Think about Sarada. How much she loves her Papa. How she loves him more than anything. How she went to find him at merely 11 years old. How she thought of their first meeting would go. How she was so overjoyed with love upon seeing him that her sharingan activated.

Think about Kakashi. Who tried his damn hardest to protect Sasuke. Who trained him as best he could and understood his pain unlike anyone else could. Who was brought to tears by his team’s laughter when Sasuke admitted defeat.

Think about how happy Itachi, Fugaku, and Mikoto would be to know that Sasuke is loved. That despite their demise, Sasuke is not alone. Sasuke is loved. Sasuke will always be loved.


Darkest Places

Art: Mead

Writing: trashSavage and Mead


Written by: trashSavage

Darkest Places is a comic Mead and I have been working on for a while now based on a little piece I wrote a couple of weeks ago. Mead did a great job translating the text to images and put a lot of heart and soul into this piece. Working with him was a pleasure.

Below you can find my original text with minor edits for spelling.

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Aelin swallowed hard. There were wounds in both of them that had yet to heal, but this one… Truth. As always, she could offer him one truth in exchange for another. ‘I didn’t deserve Sam.’

Queen of Shadows

Sometimes, I read this quote and just feel really sad because no matter what she does in her life - almost escape the salt mines, tap into magic, become the king’s champion, and fight for her kingdom as queen - Aelin never felt like she was worthy enough that she deserved Sam’s love. Perhaps that’s the saddest piece of Sam’s death. Not that he died young, though that is extremely tragic. Nor the way that he died - a way that no one deserves. No, the saddest part of his death that it destroyed Aelin and even years later, she still didn’t feel like she even deserved him when he loved her more than anything else in his life. She still doesn’t realize that she was the sole reason he was even happy for those last few months until Arobynn destroyed their future.

A Night on The Town

My @mlsecretsanta​​ gift for @katswatermelon​! A Happy Holiday to you! Now have some DJWifi fluff!


“I just don’t know what to get her, bro.”

“What about an interview with Ladybug and Chat Noir?”


“Got her that last year.”

“Has she interviewed them since Ladynoir became canon?”


“Seriously, Nino. Stop beating your head against the table.”

“I’ll stop when I figure this out.”


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done chasing ;;

Summary: How do you chase after someone who’s chasing someone else? 

Word Count: 3,192

Tags: Bridgette/Felix ; Identity Reveal

ao3 won’t post this right now; will add link later.


There was never a doubt Bridgette loved Felix.

She loved him more than anything; he had been kind to her when no one else had, made her feel welcomed and to an extent, loved. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor; let him know he was wanted, had someone he could depend on.

Sure, she came on strong but Bridgette wasn’t one to back down easily.

Not when he rejected her offer to go to the park; or the library; or the music festival; or the café down the street. Not when she got doused with water from that puddle; when she burned her tongue on the tea she had gotten to impress him.

She kept going on; telling herself that it was all worth it if he ever said yes. And Bridgette believed he would; as long as there was even a chance he’d say yes to her - just once, if only to get her out of his hair - she would keep charging on.

That’s what she did; leapt into action and let her heart guide her.

So why was she hiding behind a column, listening to her mind for once?

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“I can’t give you what you want!” he says passionately, frustrated by the lack of words to express what he’s attempting to say. “You deserve so much more than what I can give to you!”

She tilts her head upwards to stop the tears flowing down her pale face and laughs quietly, sadly.

“Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything more than you- I’ve never wanted anything else. I wish you’d listen to me.”

He looks up then, the muscles in his jaw working to conceal the emotion he claims he doesn’t have, and she wipes a stray tear, wondering how it managed to escape onto her face when she swore she wouldn’t cry.

“All I want is you.”

—  j.f // and the stars continued glowing comfortingly as her world cracked around her • excerpts of stories I will never write
My Love | Part II

didn’t think that this post would gather that much attention bc i totally wasn’t planning much for it. but since it did, here’s the continuation. hopefully it isn’t too confusing. my ask is open if u wanna drop by. warning: this is pretty long, hence the cut, so strap yourselves in. 

“She had this innocence to her,” He began, his eyes fluttering to a shut, “She was so different from any other person that I had ever met.”

“Before I knew it, I was madly in love with her. There was not a single shred of doubt in my mind of how much I wanted her. Of how much I loved her.” He continued, voice pained, “I loved her more than anything.”

If his eyes were open, you would have seen the pain and hurt. He didn’t say anything else, but you felt his tense body beside you. Hearing him talk about his love for Rika hurt more than you thought it would. Why did you think this was such a good idea in the first place? You suddenly regretted ever bringing her up, stomach curling. He continued to talk about her with so much love and adoration, trying to conceal his shaking and cracking voice to the best of his abilities. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He deserved more. More love and care and patience and time to heal. You vowed to give him just that.

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Octavia has been, is and always will be Bellamy’s most important person. Clarke or anyone else are never going to compare with her. No matter their fights and differences and horrible decisions from both Bellamy and Octavia, he will ALWAYS put her first and do ANYTHING to protect her. Every single thing he’s ever done in his life was for her, thinking it’s the right thing to do. He would sacrifice everything and everyone to save her and he’s done exactly that ever since his mother gave birth to her, put her is his little arms and said “Your sister, your responsibility”. He loves her more than anything in this world. That’s why it breaks my heart that he thinks she is dead.

My main reason for wanting Kae with Mutsumi

(I mean I have millions of reasons but this is seriously a HUGE one)

He is the only one who does not view this as a competition. He is the only one who doesn’t try to one up the others. He is the only one whose actions are not based on anything more than simply caring for Kae and her well being.

Consistently in the series (and yes this includes the manga) the rest of the gang all want to either one up each other or only participate in activities that Kae likes solely so somebody else won’t be alone with her. Not because they actually want to join in and have fun with Kae and everybody else. 

I love so many of the characters (one of them I loathe and I will not say who due to the fact that others do like this character) but the only one who is truly right for her, in my opinion, is Mutsumi. Because he doesn’t view her as an object. He doesn’t view her as a prize to be won. He wasn’t the one trying to stop the others from confessing in chapter 21; everybody else was. He’s the one who has never tried to rush her in any way shape or form.

I could honestly write such a long post on this and I honestly might, just to go into a lot of detail but this is it for now.

He knew what he felt. He loved her, and for once in his life there was no doubt, but he couldn’t say it. He wasn’t ready. He’d always been the strong one, always keeping things together even in the midst of tragedy, but she was more dangerous than anything he’d ever encountered. She would either fall with him or let him hit the ground. For once, someone else’s desires mattered more than his own.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #17  (329/366)

imagine a moana world tho

imagine moana leaving her island, shipwrecking on maui’s refuge, and the two sailing off to restore te fiti’s heart

imagine maui teaching moana how to wayfind but the stars slowly but surely begin disappearing

imagine the film’s climax and moana and maui parting ways, but she loses her way because she can’t navigate and gets lost at sea

imagine the ocean leading moana to destiny island and meeting kairi, and befriending this girl who is the chosen one, the final princess of heart, the daughter of the mayor who loves her grandmother more than anything else in the world and has her own affinity with the water

imagine the ocean helping moana and kairi navigate the waters as the stars continue to disappear so they can restore te fiti’s heart

imagine sora being on his own adventure meeting maui, and they decide to take out te ka once and for all, te fiti’s heart be damned

imagine the final boss, where moana and kairi have to stop sora and maui from finally defeating te ka (or, alternatively, save sora and maui from being destroyed by te ka) so they can save her

imagine the stars beginning to return so moana can sail back home with maui, and kairi and sora board the gummi ship to go back to their home on the islands before continuing on their journey to save the worlds

imagine sora and kairi telling ventus, terra, and aqua about moana the wayfinder, and how she saved not only her family and island but made it through her own trials and tribulations by keeping what was really important at the forefront of her mind always, and how she didn’t let her own self doubt become her downfall

i m a g i n e

“You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you,“ he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.” He looked up at her through the veil of silvery hair that fell over his eyes. “That is,” he said shyly, “if you love me, too.” – James Carstairs.