may you be blessed and happy man


“Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one’s life that none may reverse. That is what I desire.” 

Dazai Osamu for the cutie @dazaiosamu-s ! Happy Birthday Areen! ♥٩(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)۶

Do It Again

This one’s for @avasmommy224‘s Birthday Challenge - Happy 30th my love!
Hope you have an AWESOME day, followed by an incredible year. May the writing gods bless you with so many ideas you pray for writers block!
Enjoy, Jenn - this one’s for you!

Prompt: “Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth”
Word Count: 2139
Warnings: Fluff, Smut - take that as your summary as well!
A/N: Thank you to @wi-deangirl77 for giving this a once over and making sure it made sense! Use the gif to inspire your imagination!

“Ow!” Jensen’s voice was rough with sleep, but he was sure as shit awake now.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, swatting me with the pillow he’d pulled from under his head. I flinched back, capturing the pillow and thumping it back down on him.
“I just wanted a piece of that fine ass!” I whispered, resting my head back to the dip in the small of his back, savoring in the warmth of his bare skin.
“No need to bite,” he growled, reaching to slap at my pantie-clad behind, running his hand up my thigh towards my knee that rested near his face, giving it a squeeze.
“And I was having such a nice dream too.” He murmured, lifting himself to rest his lips against my bare leg. I was aware from an eagle-eye view, we probably looked like a ying-yang, perfectly describing us, our differences that made us a whole.

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Chrom & Lon'qu C-S Support + post-chapter 11 dialogue

This took me so long whoops, anyway I hope this is good! I ran it by a friend who has also played Awakening to make sure the supports were alright in length. Feel free to make whatever changes you need to, and I hope you feel better UV! Enjoy some ChromLonk. LonChrom. Cronk.

Chrom and Lon’qu Gay Awakening Support Logs

-C Support-


Chrom: *enters* Ah, Lon’qu! Have you just finished training?

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom. Yes, I have.

Chrom: Oh, good! I realize we haven’t had much opportunity to speak since you joined us.

Lon’qu: …and?

Chrom: Well, everyone in the Shepherds is like family to me, and I feel as if I’m able to lead them better if I know them as people as well as I know them as soldiers.

Lon’qu: No thank you.

Chrom: But I—

Lon’qu: Lord Chrom, I am not a Shepherd. I’m merely being loaned to your cause by Khan Basillio. There is no benefit to you “getting to know me”.

Chrom: But that’s—!

Lon’qu: Now if you will excuse me, I need to clean my weapon.

*Lon’qu leaves*

Chrom: …I knew he wasn’t much for conversation, but…this may be more difficult than I thought.

-B Support-

Chrom: Ah, Lon’qu! I was hoping I would run into you.

Lon’qu: Do you need something, Lord Chrom?

Chrom: Yes. About the other day, when you said there was no benefit in me getting to know you.

You’re wrong.

Lon’qu: Excuse me?

Chrom: Trust and morale are key to fighting as a group. And even if you won’t be here forever, as long as you are, you’re a Shepherd.

I’m not asking for you to trust me with your life’s story – I hear some of the others have been bothering you with that enough as it is - I just want you to see me as an ally.

Lon’qu: An…ally.


            I will take it into consideration.

Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. If at any time any of the questions I ask you become too personal or sensitive to you, just let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Lon’qu: That’s…a relief. Alright, I shall answer your questions.

Chrom: Great! If you don’t mind starting right away, what foods do you like? I’m helping with food duty tonight and thought we should give you a proper Welcome-to-the-Shepherds meal.

Lon’qu: Foods I like…I am quite fond of potatoes, especially when I get to peel them. I find the repetitive motion calming.

Chrom: Ah, I feel the same way about practicing vertical slashes with the Falchion. If you want, you can help me with the potato-peeling tonight. There’s plenty to go through!

Lon’qu: Sounds nice. Thank you, Lord Chrom.

-A Support-

Lon’qu: HRAAAH!

*clanging noise*

Chrom: Oof! Nice lunge! GRAAAAH!

*block noise*

Lon’qu: Ghh – and an excellent counter.

Chrom: I think that’s enough training for the time being. I appreciate you agreeing to show me Feroxi sword fighting methods.

Lon’qu: Considering you demonstrated your nation’s sword techniques in return, it was a fair exchange.

Chrom: By the way, other members of the army say that while you’re still fairly aloof, you’ve loosened up a bit. Have you finally settled in with us Shepherds, if only for a short while?

Lon’qu: …you know, perhaps I have. I admit, I’m quite surprised by it.

            Back in Regna Ferox under Khan Basillio, I kept to myself and engaged in as little conversation as possible.

            However, our regular chats have become less about duty and more like…something I have not had since I was a child.

Chrom: …a friend?

Lon’qu: If I may be so bold…yes, a friend. It’s been a long time since I had one. I…lost my last close companion to a group of bandits. Her name was Ke’ri…we were only children then, but her parents blamed me for her death…and so did I.

…I can hardly believe I’m even telling you this.

Chrom: Lon’qu…thank you for trusting me, and I’m so sorry about your friend. I’m glad that I’ve made you feel comfortable enough to talk like this. Remember, now that you’ve been one of us this long, the Shepherds welcome you with open arms anytime.

Lon’qu: Good to know. Thank you, Lord Chrom.

Chrom: Anything for a friend.

-Awww yeah S Support-

Lon’qu: HAAAAAH!

*crit noise*

Chrom: Whoa! Lon’qu, you just completely destroyed that training mannequin in one blow!

Lon’qu: Wh–! Oh, L-Lord Chrom. You…startled me.

Chrom: Apologies, it was not my intention to – wait, are all these broken training dummies…your doing?

Lon’qu: …I’ve been training for a while now.

Chrom: This has to be nearly all the training dummies we had!

Lon’qu: …a long while.

Chrom: Lon’qu, is…everything alright? You’ve been acting awful skittish as of late.

Lon’qu: There is nothing wrong. My apologies, but I have to clean up all of this mess that I…accidentally wrought.

Chrom: Lon’qu, wait! Why are you avoiding me like this? And don’t think I haven’t realized that it’s me more than anyone else. It’s as if you’ve reverted back to before we began talking, but…different somehow.

Lon’qu: ……..

Chrom: Did I…do something? Say something? …Do you wish for me to leave you alone?

Lon’qu: No! N-No, I…I received a message from Khan Basillio recently.

Chrom: O-Oh! What did the, uh, West Khan have to say? Nothing bad, I hope.

Lon’qu: …he said you sent him a letter. And that you mentioned me.

            …a lot.

Chrom: *gulp*

Lon’qu: …is everything alright with YOU, Lord Chrom?

            Your face is…a concerning shade of red.

Chrom: L-Lon’qu, I, um…(Breathe, Chrom. Deeeep breaths.) I…did send a letter to the Khan. About you.

Lon’qu: …are my services no longer required?

Chrom: What?! No, that’s not it at all! It’s the opposite! I…I asked him if it was alright for me to offer you a permanent position among the Shepherds. And…for his blessing.

Lon’qu: His blessing? Why would a Prince need the blessing of a Khan?

Chrom: I did not ask for it as Prince of Ylisse…but as a man in love.

Lon’qu: A man in…oh.

Chrom: Lon’qu, when I first reached out to you it was because I worried about you fighting alone. The more we spoke, the more I learned about you, the more drawn to you I became. I was so happy when you told me you saw me as a friend, but…I began to see you as more.

            I fell in love with you, selfish as it may be.

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…

Chrom: If you do not feel the same, I understand. I just hope that you can still see me as your friend.

Lon’qu: Lord Chro—

Chrom: A-And I do hope that you will still consider remaining a Shepherd—

Lon’qu: Chrom.

Chrom: Wha – oh! You’re, uh, standing…very close.

Lon’qu: …I don’t know how to kiss you.

Chrom: Wh–! L-Lon’qu?

Lon’qu: Suddenly being tossed into the Shepherds was uncomfortable for me, and I purposely distanced myself from everyone, but you made sure I felt welcome and safe. You never crossed my barriers unless I lowered them willingly.

            …I love you as well. I wish to stay with you, if you will have me.

Chrom: You…you do? I…I’m so glad! I was seriously worried for a second, there. Oh, here, I wanted to give you this.

Lon’qu: A ring? With the Ylissean royal crest…

Chrom: It was made when I was born, for me to give to whomever I chose to spend my life with. That person is you, Lon’qu.

Lon’qu: Thank you, Chrom. I will cherish it.

Chrom: …so, about that kiss…

-Special Chapter 11 marriage convo ayyyyyoooo-

Lon’qu: Where is he…ah! Chro—ahem, Lord Chrom!

Chrom: Were you looking for me, Lon’qu?

Lon’qu: I lost sight of you at the very end of the battle. I…wanted to ensure you were alright, considering…


Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. Apologies if I made you worried. I just…needed some air. Some time. To process…well, everything.

            I thought I’d be celebrating the moment the Mad King was felled. That I would stand among the Shepherds and say some sort of speech on the victory. Instead, I’m standing here, suddenly numb and lost and overwhelmed all at once…

Lon’qu: If you need more time alone, I can leave—

Chrom: No! No, I…I don’t want to be alone. Would you mind staying with me while I calm myself?

Lon’qu: Not at all. Let me know if I can help.

Chrom: I just keep wondering what’s supposed to happen now. Do we just…go back to Ylisse? Try to just go back to our regular lives like nothing happened?


Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom, I do not know what it is like to lose an older sister.

            But I do know what it is like to lose someone important to me. The pain is…unbearable. You half expect the whole world to stop because they are gone. But life goes on, whether you are ready or not.

Chrom: Life goes on…that’s right. What will you do, now that Gangrel has been defeated?

Lon’qu: I suppose I will be returned to Khan Basillio. He loaned my service to you for the purpose of the war, and now that it is over, so is the service.

Chrom: I see…don’t suppose I could change your mind?

Lon’qu: You wish for me to stay?

Chrom: Lon’qu, you have proven an excellent addition to the Shepherds. However, I…have a more selfish reason for not wanting you to leave.

            I…I believe I love you.

Lon’qu: You…you…what?

Chrom: I saw the wall you had built around yourself, and at first my attempts to reach out to you were for the purpose of making you feel welcomed by the Shepherds, but…the more that wall fell, the more I was amazed by the man hidden behind it.

            Yes, there’s no doubt. I love you, Lon’qu. The choice is yours, but…would you possibly consider staying by my side? Perhaps…marrying me?

Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…no, I suppose I should simply refer to you as Chrom, shouldn’t I?

            You are the first person I have opened my heart to in a long time. I trust you to have my back in battle, and my heart off it.

            What I mean to say, Chrom…is that I reciprocate your feelings. And would be honored to remain with you for as long as I am able.

Chrom: Really? I’m so glad…with how shy you can be I was worried I’d scare you off asking your hand in marriage. Speaking of which, I should probably give you this. It’s a ring with the seal of the Exalted family, made at the time of my birth for whomever I chose to spend my life with.

            Now then, we should probably get back to the others before Frederick the Wary starts a search party to look for us. Plus I have to let Khan Basillio know you’ll be staying in Ylisse.

Lon’qu: Yes, I suppose we—oh gods. Basillio.

            I will never survive his teasing.

12:05:28 AM
Sunday, 23 April

Artie and his bed hair is one of the cutest thing in the world. I had to wake Artie up from his deep slumber (he was sleeping on his table :() and drag him to the living room. He was still disoriented when he walked in but his face clearly lit up the moment he saw us. When we began singing happy birthday song, he blushed. He rubbed his hoodie shyly and just smiled while standing there.   

It’s that point in the semester where we could hardly have fun together. But today is an exception! I won’t let you go back to your working table hahahahaha. Since it’s your special day, I will make you forget about work for the next 24 hours. 

I want to thank God for blessing me with your presence in my life. May you also be blessed with everything you want. Happy Birthday, my silent hype man 💚💙
- Alfred 

anonymous asked:

And I don't need a fictional man in the sky to tell me what is best for me. My happiness is based on me. My choices, my decisions, my actions. No one has the right to tell me that is wrong. Least if all "God," you, or the Church.


Keep in mind that this is a Catholic blog. You will get a Catholic answer when you ask a question.

May God bless you and guide you!

Ad Jesum per Mariam,
María de Fátima

Thoughts I want to get off my chest...

Sometimes when I lay in bed after a long day… I can’t help but think about you. I know you’re out there in the world somewhere! Is it day where you are? Or are you close to me… Have I ever seen you before? Will Allaah send you to me from miles away… From an unknown land… I wonder what you are doing at that very moment… Are you happy? What are you working on… Are you busy with work, are you busy with studies… Are you going through any type of hardship…
I don’t even know who you are yet, but I think about you when I wake and when I eat… When I study and when I get ready sleep… When I pray… When I struggle… When I laugh… I don’t know man… I wonder if we have ever prayed in the masjid before at the very same time… Looked at the moon at the same time… I wonder who you are and where you are… I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you… I really miss you.. I really do..
May Allaah subhaanahu wa ta'aala bless you and protect you wherever you are…
May Allaah subhaanahu wa ta'aala make your day easy… May He make you happy today… May He send that random stranger with a big smile to light up your morning… May He slow down the minutes to help you get to wherever you need on time… May He guide your mother to cook your favourite food… May He cover your heart in that deep feeling of connection towards Him and give you peace and khushu’ in your prayers…
I miss you, man… I really miss you. At times I feel ready and at times, not so much. I trust that He knows best & His plan is perfect…. Just find Allaah, find yourself and come find me…
I will be waiting… I will be waiting - I will be praying - for you.

Frostbite & Flurries

Pairing:  Jack Frost x Reader

Warnings:  None

Key:  (Y/E/C) is your eye color, and as always, (Y/N) is your name.  (Edelweiss - pronounced A-dill-vice)

Author’s note:  I know it has nothing to do with my theme but I wanted to write something for Christmas.  Also, just to help clarify, Jack can control snow, ice, and frost while she (you/the reader) is limited to frost.

Edelweiss - Song

Originally posted by coeurglace

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

Frostbite & Flurries

Winter.  Your favorite season.  Mainly due to the fact that your frost powers were more fun in the winter, but it was still a wonderful time of year.  Christmas, Snowball fights, and Jack Frost.  Well, whatever he left behind.  You knew better than to believe in such a thing as Jack Frost, at least for now.

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He may not be on Tumblr, but I just want to wish this pretty human being here, Christopher Charles Wood, a very merry joly happy birthday!

To one of the most inspiring and incredible person, actor, lover, joker, performer, human being, the cutest and sexiest man alive in Superhero universe and literal universe, Chris Wood, happy birthday! You deserve all the love, all the laugh, all the love and the laugh, all the best and finest, in the world! Thank you for being exist. You deserve the world, and some good sleep and big paycheck. Keep smiling, keep shining! 💫❤🎉 Much love, and God bless! #HappyBirthdayChrisWood

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Tutta la mia vita, sei tu

A/N: Thank you to everyone who had read, commented, reviewed, appreciated and motivated the story do far. Every single one of you matters to me and I humbly thank you for keeping up with me and Elle. 

This one is for you, daddy. I’ll forever miss you.
xx Bea

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Phillip Hamilton x Reader 


“Are you ready sweetheart?” you dad asked you, standing in the doorway of your dressing room.

It looked like he had been crying.

And you understood why, today he had to give his little girl away to the man that she loved.

He had to give her away to Philip Hamilton.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t like Philip. He just didn’t want to give you up.

“You look so beautiful sweetheart. I’m so very proud of you darling.”

A rouge tear fell from your eye and slid down your face as you hugged your father.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too dear. Now we have to get going. You have a handsome young man waiting for you.”


“Are you ready son?” Alexander Hamilton asked from the doorway of Philip’s dressing room.

He looked at his son with shining eyes, proud of the man that Philip was.

He walked over and embraced his son tightly.

“I’m so proud of you son. Never forget that,” he whispered in Philip’s ear.

“Thanks pops.”

“Alright son. We’ve got to get going, you have a beautiful women waiting for you.”


Everyone stood up as the doors opened, revealing Y/N in her beautiful dress.

Eliza was crying off in the corner, so happy to see her son finally settling down.

“Do you sir give this woman away to this man?” the officiant asked.

“Yes. I guess I have to,” your dad said, making the crowd chuckle.

Philip looked at you with tears in his eyes as you faced each other, holding your hands tightly.

The two of you gave your vows, there was no dry eye in the crowd.

Rings were exchanged and the blessings were given.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Philip pulled you into a sweet kiss, showing the world how much he loved you.

The crowd cheered, crying, whistling, and hollaring heard throughout the entire hall.

“I love you Y/N. So much.”

My Heart’s Words for Humanity

I generally use this platform to write poetry about a woman that I love, named Angela. But today, my heart is heavy and my soul weak as the many words within my being have begged me to release them. So I will, and I hope you will listen …

I am a spiritual guy, who believes love, peace, communication, and understanding are far better ways for resolving differences versus war, destruction, terror and murder.  I am a man who wears his heart on sleeve, who looks at a person’s soul to truly find the essence of who they are, and who will give all that I have when I see another in need. I cry at the injustice and inequality that continues to plague, not only my community but communities all over our country and the world. I have marched, I have protested, I have even unfortunately gotten into physical confrontations with people, who found inequality, racism and discrimination as a good thing, the American way and right.

So I have chosen to live a life that battles against these sort of people and laws that allow injustice, inequality, racism and discrimination of ANY KIND. I am not special, thankfully there are millions and millions of beautiful souls out there who also believe in equality for every single human being on this earth, regardless of one’s race, ethnicity, cultural beliefs, religion, sexual preference, gender identity and social class.

The problem…. there are still people in this world who continue to remain invested in representing hate, discrimination, blatant racism and/or ideologies that have been known to leave a trail of destruction and innocent lives in their wake. This destruction that I speak of is not only seen in times of war, far too often in normal everyday circumstances, innocent people are brutally murdered due to the color of their skin, ethnicity, social class, religious beliefs, sexual preference or gender identity. And far too often the guilty parties in these crimes go unpunished. So the injustice cycle continues at the sake of innocent lives being lost.

Sadly, another horrific crime recently happened. Just yesterday in Manchester England 22 innocent lives were lost. The youngest was only 8 years old, here name was Saffie Rose Roussos. These young children and teenagers were doing what all adolescents do at their age; enjoying a concert of their favorite musical performer. These 22 precious and innocent souls are now in Heaven, but my heart questions, “why?” Why, are they not with their parents enjoying an evening dinner, playing with their latest gadget, with friends discussing boys or girls and their future dreams? Why, does anyone EVER think the answer to any problem, is to murder innocent people? Why did the man guilty of this horrific atrocity choose children, teenagers, who are innocent of any crime, ideology, or belief that should have deemed them a target of something so utterly senseless and cruel. Why is all my heart is crying at this time …

When will it stop? When will the taking of innocent lives stop? When will the belief system that one race, ethnicity, culture, religion, sexuality or gender is the right and only answer? When will we ALL not see that we are each part of each other? We may not be bound by blood, but we are bound by the human connections of our soul, which make us ONE humanity… regardless of any differences that we may have.

I ask each of you to question, why. To look within the essence of what makes you, you and ask WHY does our world need to be this way? Why, are some people so adamant on believing that their views, race, religion, etc. is the ONLY answer? Why, can we all not learn to accept our differences and realize that we are infinitely and innately connected to one another and that together we are far more powerful than we are apart or segregated by our differences or belief systems.

If you have made it this far within this reading, with my whole entire being, I thank you. I thank you for reading my words, even if you do not agree, or only agree to some of what I may have said. What matters most is that somewhere deep down within your soul, you too are aware, you too want change, and you too are tired and broken, overseeing innocent lives lost.

Nothing about me makes me special. I am just one man who gives a great deal about living a life that I will be proud of when it is my time to leave this earth. Regardless of any differences, imagine if each one of us could think along these terms?

May each of you be blessed with love, light, happiness and peace. And may the precious lives of the far too many innocent souls lost, be forever blessed.

Please question, why?


Tyler Anzan Cota


Thank you, Mr. Stewart for being the man that’s brought me joy, tears, and happiness through your films. You’ve inspired me in more ways than one. Thank you for never ceasing to make me laugh in hard times with your all-American charm, attitude, and persona. I’ll never forget how you’ve impacted my life for the better.

Bless you, Jimmy Stewart - you were one of a kind. ❤︎

Happy Birthday James Maitland Stewart
(May 20, 1908 - July 2, 1997)

“I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for.”
-James Stewart

Íslenska! Traditional Greetings and Farewells.

Komiði sæl og blessuð, vinir,

Note: [If unfamiliar with Icelandic pronunciation and special characters, such as ‘ð’ or ‘þ’, please refer to the pronunciation guide.]

Among the best of places to begin with a language, besides pronunciation, is learning how to properly greet people. This post will teach you how to appropriately greet people in Icelandic, as well as how to bid them farewell.

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Sweet little pumpkin ~ Omelia (part 1)

Okay guys, here’s the thing. I know I have a loooooooooot of fanfictions to complete and to post, but I’ve been with this in my head for the entire week, and I just NEED it to get out.
Do you remember the alternative universe episode, where Owen is married with Callie, and they have three kids? One moment, he calls his daughter “Pumpkin.” Of course, this inspired me for an Omelia pregnancy fanfic, next to the fact that I’ve been wondering how it would be when Amelia would tell Owen in the series that she is pregnant. All wonderfull characters belong to queen Shonda Rhimes, and ehm… Let’s say it takes place one year after 12x08. Owen and Amelia live together - they are not married- , so… Enjoy.

Owen Hunt was a very happy man today. He was living together with the love of his life, they were together for more then a year right now, and the last couple of days, he’d only had interesting surgeries. Next to that, he was also planning on something special. Something very special. Honestly… That “special” thing kept him from his work sometimes.
“That’s it. I’m done with it. Tell me what’s on your mind, because you’ve been walking around with an enormous grin the entire week, and you completely seem to be somewhere else. Speak up, Hunt, or I will make Bailey do it.”
Owen had been working closely with April, the best trauma surgeon he had ever had under his care, and she had noticed that something was up in his mind. When something was in her head… Oh, he knew she wouldn’t rest before she knew the truth. So he decided to show her the little box he had in the pocket of his coat.
“O my god,” April said, completely surprised. “Is that… Are you…”
“I just don’t know when yet,” Owen replied. He looked around for a second, and showed April the ring. The ring was made of beautiful silver, with a blue diamond in the middle. It had been the engagement ring of his mother, and she had given it to him, when he had told her about his plans to propose to Amelia.
“That thing… Woah. She won’t know what happends to her.”
“What if she says no?” Owen asked. “I cannot imagine a day without her, but-”
“She loves you, don’t even doubt about that,” April said. “She loves you more then her own life.”
“You think?” Owen asked her. April rolled her eyes.
“We’ve all seen how the two of you act like two teenagers who are in love. I’ll eat my shoes if she says no. But do you have any idea about how you’re going to do it?”
“Not in the slightest,” he replied.
“Don’t make it too big. Keep it small. I think she would like that.”
“If you say so-”
His paiger went. A kid he had been operating on yesterday. 911.
“Crap. Got to go. Thanks Kepner.”
“Don’t forget what I told you!” She yelled. Owen ran away, while at the same moment Torres arrived at the nurses station.
“Were was that about?” She asked.
“Oh, nothing,” April replied.

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Happy belated birthday @martininamerica, may your year be full of laughter, treasured company, and blessings. Thanks for your creativity and encouragement from all your videos, you always inspire me to draw and find joy even when I’ve lost it. I’ve come a long way thanks to you. Cheers, man! You rock.