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12 Reasons Why Old Souls Have Such A Hard Time Finding Love

1. They have a strong sense of identity.

They know who they are, which means they also know – specifically – what they do and do not want in a partner, what works and what doesn’t. While this is fantastic in terms of being able to choose wisely, it ultimately diminishes their pool of prospects pretty significantly.

2. Left unchecked, their hyper-intuitiveness can wreck relationships.

Often prone to overthinking because of how deeply sensitive they are, their capacity to worry and make assumptions can break relationships that don’t have a perfectly strong foundation.

3. Many are in the throes of twin flame relationships.

They’re attached or are with people who are not their “forever” people, rather, intense connections they’re meant to learn, and rapidly expand, from.

4. They often have a greater purpose that must be attended to first – one that love would distract them from.

They usually have to accomplish quite a bit on their own before they find love – this is because old souls love deeply, and completely. To be given love too soon would keep them from the other important things they are here to do.

5. They will not settle for anything less than soulmate love.

They require a lot more than just a surface-level, “average” relationship. They absolutely will not settle, and sometimes, that means biting the bullet and being alone for longer than what’s “average” as well.

6. While many people can bring them passion, few can bring compatibility.

Because they feel so deeply and others find them so fascinating, it’s easy for them to find infatuation, but to be with someone who is truly their best friend, deepest confidant *and* lover is a challenge.

7. They’re less inclined to go out and meet people in modern ways.

Even if they have nothing against online dating, it doesn’t always come naturally for them, nor does finding a random hookup at a bar or being set up blindly seem appealing.

8. They’re natural healers, and often attract people who need help, not love.

And that attraction is reciprocated. There’s almost nothing that feels better to an old soul than being able to help someone who truly needs it. However, at some point in time, it’s crucial for them to realize that they have to choose a partner, not a student, or a charity case.

9. They dislike the “game.”

Dating is inherently exhausting to an older-spirited person. Feigning disinterest for the sake of looking “cool” or knowing which faux pas other people find off-putting (how long after the first date do you text again?) isn’t instinctive to them, and can stress them out more than they ever find it “fun.”

10. Their standards are sky-high.

They expect a lot from themselves, so likewise, they expect a lot from their partners. While this is a great thing, it’s another quality that has to be kept in check: it’s more important to be able to accept the qualities that aren’t deal-breakers than it is to just write a person off because they’re imperfect.

11. They have baggage.

People who developed their inner selves quickly did so for a reason: they had to cope, they had to grow, or they had to learn from some challenging experiences that life set up for them. While this is a great thing on its own, unresolved issues can often re-manifest in close relationships.

12. They feel fear as intensely as they feel love.

The degree to which they love something is proportionate to how much they fear losing it, or not being “good enough” for it. They don’t just love intensely, they feel everything else intensely, too, and sometimes, that gets in the way of the really good things in front of them.

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Hey @writegowrite… I did it again! Please accept my interpretation of the boys’ meet-cute from Chapter 1 of Coda. I totally envisioned Ben with full-on anime blush face~

Also, I say this every time, but if you haven’t read Coda yet, what the jeff are you doing with your life?! Go!!

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Captain Swan AU Week  » Day 4 » Favorite Trope AU » Meet Cute » Rusty

After several failed relationships, both Emma and Killian had sworn off love, until they were brought together by Killian’s dog Rusty.

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timmy’s secret wish is the worst episode of fairly oddparents i have ever seen :’D - forget about chloe or sparky or season 10 - this is the one where it turns out that timmy is actually 60 years old and cheated his way into never having to let go of his fairies - which results in cosmo and wanda losing Poof.

Naturally, all of this ends with Timmy getting his fairies, Poof and his youth back, without any permanent consequences or punishment whatsoever.

i cannot believe this ;____;

MTR Fandom Showcase

“The Modern Four/The Futuristic Four” also known as “Meet the Incredibles Big Hero Bolt”. A sort of miniature fandom within the MTR fandom where four different characters from four different movies comes together in the same universe.

  • Wilbur Robinson from “Meet the Robinsons”
  • Violet Parr from “The Incredibles”
  • Hiro Hamada from “Big Hero 6″
  • Penny from “Bolt”
fanfics before & after the riverdale finale

*before episode 13*


fanfictions:

- bughead: highschool lovers

- bughead: secret admiration

- bughead: love triangle

- bughead: meeting the family

- bughead: modern romeo & juliet

- bughead: the cheerleader & the nerd

- bughead: the happily ever after

- bughead: marriage & family

*after episode 13*


fanfictions:

- bughead: SEX ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER

- bughead: SEX ON THE FLOOR

- bughead: SEX ON THE ROOF

- bughead: SEX ON POP’S COUNTER

- bughead: SEX IN ARCHIE’S HOUSE

- bughead: SEX IN VERONICA’S HOUSE

- bughead: SEX IN THE BATHROOM

- bughead: SEX IN THE HALLWAY

- bughead: SEX IN MAYOR MCCOY’S OFFICE

- bughead: SEX IN JASON BLOSSOM’S FUNERAL

- bughead: SEX IN-

anonymous asked:

Soo... Request... Since you play roller derby I just thought a cool thing if you wanted too would be if you'd draw any of them playing derby? Because your art is awesome and so is derby so like imagine them together!

sarcasm“Play Roller Derby” she said “It’ll be fun” she said.

Cosette to Eponine. Possibly. (It’s infectious. You don’t just have one friend who plays derby. Everyone you meet it’s like “have you heard the good news? come play roller derby!!” and so it spreads.)

Bad Blood AU

Character A is a vampire that hasn’t been able to get a proper meal in days. Hanging out in an alleyway/parking garage/park/etc., Character A waits for the next human to walk by so that they can strike.

Character B is an immortal that has absolutely no fear, which is why they’re wandering around after dark. When Character A tries to sink their fangs into Character B’s neck, it’s an unpleasant surprise since Character B’s blood is (non-lethally) toxic to Character A.

For the Future of Tomorrow

Saw this one and thought it would be fun!

bogdanowolfie submitted: You accidentally flung your dancing shoe across the ballroom and hit me in the back…or was it an accident? XO


“Oh, oh shit!” I exclaimed as I watched my shoe fly off my foot and land heel first into the back of the neck of the man crouched down a few feet away.

His hand flew to the back of his neck, rubbing the already reddening spot. Slowly, with his other hand, the man grabbed the shoe from the ground and turned around looking for the culprit–me. I gulped and felt my cheeks start to redden as his eyes zeroed in on my own. A smirk lifted at the corner of his mouth as he made his way over to me.

“I believe this is yours,” he said holding up the light blue heel.

I nodded and covered my face with my hands, careful not to pull off the frilly mask tied there. “I’m so sorry! I knew I shouldn’t have borrowed these shoes. I can’t believe I hit you! I’m–”

He halted my protestations with a shake of his head and a gentle tug on my leg. “Here, lift your leg. I cannae replace the fair damsel’s shoe wi’out access to her foot.”

Embarrassed, I lifted my leg and let him return the shoe to its rightful place.

“Perfect fit, Cinderella.” He joked, his blue eyes twinkling behind his silver mask.

“I’m no Cinderella.” I countered in the same joking tone.

“Och, I beg to differ. A gorgeous, mysterious woman loses her shoe and the handsome man returns it for a perfect fit, I believe that fits the requirements, wouldn’t ye say?”

I laughed and nodded my head. “If you’re going by those standards then I guess so, although I’d hardly consider myself the belle of the ball.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat, similar to a scoff. “Dinna sell yerself short, Cinderella. How did ye manage to fling your shoe so far, anyway? If ye were wanting my attention, ye didna have to fling your shoe at me, I would have gladly come to ye wi’ just a crook of your finger.”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “I really am sorry, Sir Charming, for hurting you with my shoe. It really wasn’t my intention.”

“Och, sure it wasn’t.” He laughed back with another sly wink that was truly more of an owlish blink.

“Shall we?” He offered, hand extended. “They’re playing our song, Cinderella.”

“Our song, huh? Well, how could I turn down a dance with my Prince Charming?”

He spun me around, then pulled me close to his chest. “So Mr. Charming, what brought you to the hospital benefit ball?”

“My niece is a patient here.” He said quietly into my hair. I could feel the timbre of his voice resonating through his chest. “I helped fund the event.”

I pulled back just far enough to be able to look into his eyes. “You’re the mystery sponsor?”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “Caitlin was born early…we thought she was stillborn. It about killed my sister to see her child blue and seemingly lifeless.” He took a deep breath, opening his eyes and staring deep into mine. “That was nearly two years ago. One of the nurses charged with preparing a stillborn for the parents final viewing noticed the faint breathing coming from her. Christ, it was the most stressful day of our lives, waiting and watching, never knowing if that faint breath and heart beat would remain steady and strong. Jenny has a brood of children ye see, and I was tasked wi’ keeping them in line. Her eldest had just turned ten and understood more than his siblings. He kept asking to go see his sister and when the doctor came out to tell us she was dead…Wee Jamie broke down. His fit was worse than any he’d ever had even as a bairn.”

I hesitantly reached up and touched his cheek. “But she survived.”

He nodded, tears pooling in his eyes. “Aye, she did. I swore then that I’d do whatever I could to try and help families to never experience the kind of day we did. I ken I canna save the truly stillborn bairns, but I could help fundraise, donate, and even provide equipment needed to help support those children in need. The ones who are just on the verge of not being strong enough.”

Tears had filled my own eyes as he continued his tale. This strong, mysterious man has been the benefactor for so many saved lives in the last year from this one humbling experience, and without knowing it just gave away his identity to me.

“Did you ever get to meet the nurse that helped save your niece’s life?” I asked after clearing my throat.

He shook his head while looking at the ground. “My sister and brother-in-law did, but I didna get the chance to do so.”

“What would you tell her if you could?”

His eyes snapped up and searched my own. “I’d tell her how grateful I am to her, that her attention to the small details of person is what saved my family from excruciating grief and that I was in her debt. That because of her willingness to stand up to those who were deemed superior to her, my family is whole as well as many other families. If it were not for her, I don’t know if the donations I made or request for more neonatal training would have been made. Mostly I’d want to tell her thank-you.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Fraser,” I whispered in response. My throat too thick with emotion to do much else.

Mr. Fraser’s body tensed as he let my statement sink in. “Nurse Beauchamp?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip. “It’s Doctor Beauchamp now, but yes, two years ago I was Nurse Beauchamp. That experience had a lasting impact on me as well, Mr. Fraser. I went back to school determined to find some way to help, I’m the newest Neonatal Surgeon in residency here. I never want to see a family suffer unnecessarily again.”

We had stopped moving, all pretenses of dancing gone. Mr. Fraser had moved away from me just enough to survey my entire being, before pulling me hard to his chest. I felt a pressure to my head, as well as warm droplets of tears as they cascaded down his face and into my hair.

“Thank-you,” he whispered over and over again in my hair. I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist, giving him silent comfort.

“Mr. Fraser–”

“Jamie.”

“What?”

“My name is Jamie, please call me by my first name.”

I smiled into his chest, “Well then, Jamie, shall we continue this dance or take a walk around the pond? It’s starting to feel a bit too crowded for my liking.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Doctor Beauchamp.” He smiled, holding out an arm for me to take.

“If I am to call you Jamie, it’s only proper that you call me Claire.”

“Aye, Claire it is.”

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William Shakespeare- the Bard of Avon, Legendary Wordsmith, was, in all probability, super queer. We’re going to look at the evidence, read some lovely poems, read some raunchy poems, and generally just talk Shakespeare.

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