my feels are not going away


“And I want people to feel that even as the show ends, we see Booth and Brennan walking off, and they’re changed people, but you want to have that feeling that yes, they’re still going to be out there, and they’re still going to be solving cases and making the world a better place, even if you’re not going to see them anymore. They’re still joking and laughing in the car, having their differences and having those playful fights they have. You really hope that’s still going on when you don’t see it. It’s certainly bittersweet not to be able to see them again, but just to feel that they’re all in a good place and they’re going to be okay. And you as a viewer are going to be okay, too.” - Michael Peterson

i started thinking about whether nick and charlie would ever use pet names and .. i feel like they eventually do, and the first time it happens is something like this: charlie’s not having a good mental health day and nick’s really concerned/wants to comfort him however he can and he just says it without thinking :’)

nick and charlie are from @heartstoppercomic

His Smile

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 448

Warnings: literally rot your teeth fluff 

A/N: This was a quick something I wrote up, it came from a discussion I was having last night with @bringmesomepie56….I hope you guys enjoy this :) 

A/N-2: It’s kinda told from the reader’s perspective…you can take it anyway you want…this is just how it ended up being lol 

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Nothing can truly describe what it feels like to watch Dean Winchester smile. I can get close in explaining but words don’t mean anything until you’ve actually experienced it.

His smile, the smile that reaches the edges of his eyes, the one that’s genuine, that smile I could talk about forever. It’s the purest smile you’ve ever seen, melting away any depression or doubt that crosses your mind. When he walks into the room with that beautiful smile showing, I know that today is going to be a good day. His smile brightens up my life in ways he’ll never know.

On days when I think this life we live isn’t going to get any better and I slowly pad out to the living room in nothing but my pajamas, he gives me that gorgeous smile of his and tells me how beautiful I look as he slowly sits me down into his lap. Nothing warms my heart more that being wrapped in his arms except for his smile. That simple glimpse sends a wave of comfort coursing throughout my body before I even enter his arms.

When I try to tell him how much his smile means to me, he tries to tell me that my smile does the same for him. In all honesty I’m not so sure, I could be wrong but when I smile when he’s feeling down and he gives me one of those tight smiles in return. That’s when I know he doesn’t fully understand just how much his smile and my smile have a different meaning towards each other.

When I hear him laugh from somewhere in the bunker, I can just imagine the smile on his face. It warms my whole body to know that in this moment he’s happy and carefree; being what he should always be. Usually I try to find the source of his laughter just so I can watch him smile and laugh along with his brother over a show or over something Sam had said.

Dean Winchester’s smile is simply unadulterated joy with little to no idea of the effects it has on the people around him. I’ve seen Sam smile on numerous occasions just by seeing Dean’s smile, even when there was a frown on his face beforehand. His smile reaches deep within your soul and touches the darker regions, igniting them instantly.

I promise you, there is nothing like seeing his smile. I get to see it more than others but even then, it’s rare. If only you could too, you’d then understand how unquestionably hard it was to describe with words.     

I hear him laughing now….I’m sorry but I gotta go.

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@shawarma-palace and I were bullshitting around the other day about an AU idea where Finn’s picture is being used to catfish someone in a Nigerian Prince scheme. He said I could write it, so here’s my exceedingly silly take.

 “This is outrageous!” Poe stood and paced away from the computer angrily.

 “Mijo, I think you’re getting a little-”

 “A little what? Righteous on mi abuela’s behalf? What if she’d clicked on it?”

 “Well, I mean, that’s why she called me, and I called you. She has good instincts.”

 Poe still boiled with rage. “That’s not the point. What if it had been Senora Hernandez? Or Fatima? These people are despicable.”

 “Well, I won’t argue with you there,” Kes grumbled, feeling exasperated.

 “I’m going to-” Poe’s fists clenched as he sat down again to try and figure out how exactly to punish these assholes for coming after his abuela. It was your typical Nigerian Prince ploy - “Oh, help me, I need a small deposit to unlock my amazing riches - and for credibility they’d even included a picture of the supposed Nigerian Prince. Who was, Poe realized as he was momentarily distracted, extremely good looking. Poe almost reached out his hand to run it over the line in the man’s fade, but caught himself in time before he embarrassed himself in front of his dad. He colored, though, and renewed his frown. “I wonder if this asshole used his own picture.”

 He ran the reverse image search while his dad wandered away, throwing up his hands with a “You do you, Poe.”

 The guy popped on Facebook, surprisingly. Finn Garo. Same pic for his profile, but his profile was unlocked, so Poe could click through all of his pictures - for research, of course. Here was Finn at a party with a red solo cup, Finn sitting with a group of other college students, Finn graduating college with lots of fancy ropes hanging around his neck, someone - his mom? Abuela? - kissing his cheek as he bent over and beamed. Finn at Pride, and at the Women’s March, and at a handful other marches or vigils or protests.

 As Poe kept clicking through Finn’s profile, he forgot his original intent and got sucked in full on cyberstalking this Finn guy. He was gorgeous. He was into social justice. He had earned his Bachelor’s in … in…Computer Science. Poe perked up in his chair again, and he’d clicked on the Facebook message button and sent off the note before he’d thought better of it.

 Poe: Listen, buddy, what you’re doing is despicable. You pick on little old ladies? Why don’t you come pick on me instead?

 Poe watched the three dots cycle through.

 Finn: I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about?

 Poe tapped the keys of the computer angrily as he sent a screenshot of Finn’s picture and the Nigerian Prince email.

 More dots.

 Finn: Oh, shit. Wow.

 Poe furrowed his brow.

 Finn: Um. Yeah, that’s definitely me, but I didn’t write that email.

 Finn: Not that you have to believe me, but. Um. Who would be stupid enough to use their own picture?

 He had a point.

 Poe: You have a point.

 Poe burned bright red now.

 Poe: Um. Yeah. I didn’t really think that through.

 Poe: I saw you were a Computer Science major and I kind of saw red.

 Finn: Should I be flattered? I think I should be flattered that they’re using my likeness for a *prince*

 Poe snorted.

 Poe: Idk, buddy. I guess?

 Poe: Sorry to disturb you, your highness

 Finn: lol

 Finn: I’m going to have my friends call me that.

 Finn: but seriously, I feel bad

 Poe: Well, I mean, you’re as much a victim as my abuela is

 Finn: Did they scam her out of a lot of money?

 Poe: No, she’s smarter than that. But it’s the principle of the thing.

 Finn: Sure. Anyone comes for my grandma, I’d react the same way.

 Finn: I’m sorry, man.

 Poe: Thanks. And, um, sorry for wildly accusing you.

 Finn: Water under the bridge.

     Finn Garo has sent you a friend request.  

 Poe: Really?

 Finn: Eh, I’ve made friends in weirder circumstances. You should hear the story of how my friend Rey and I met.

Poe: :chinhands: Tell me more.

i love this lyric in last kiss by taylor swift “I still remember the look on your face lit through the darkness at 1:58 the words that you whispered for just us to know you told me you loved me so why did you go away? away…i do recall now the smell of the rain fresh on the pavement i ran off the plane that July 9th the beat of your heart it jumps through your shirt i can still feel your arms but now I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss i never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips… i do remember the swing of your step the life of the party, you’re showing off again and I roll my eyes and then you pull me in i’m not much for dancing but for you I did because I love your handshake, meeting my father i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets how you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something there’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions and I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss…never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips….so I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe and I keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are hope it’s nice where you are and I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you you wish you had stayed you can plan for a change in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind…so I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes all that I know is i don’t know how to be something you miss never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this your name, forever the name on my lips just like our last kiss forever the name on my lips forever the name on my lips just like our last…”

crossed wires

Saskia helps Jaal, and comes away with something she did not expect. Jaalmance, pre-relationship, ao3 link

“I understand, Lexi,” Saskia said, for perhaps the sixth time as the asari followed her from the Tempest’s bridge.

“Do you?” Her voice was hard, that perfect mixture of stern disappointment and endearing exasperation that Saskia had come to find surprisingly comforting. “Because I feel like my words are flying straight over your head.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke about my height?”

Lexi said nothing as they stopped at the research hub. Saskia looked back to see the asari staring at her with furrowed brow, but the start of a smile.

“I would never make fun of one of my patients. But I’m serious, Saskia,” her voice dropped again, eyes intent and analyzing, “you need to be more careful in the field. You weren’t trained for combat, not for this kind of combat, anyway. Let everyone else take the hits. You and SAM can hang back. You’re more valuable alive than with your spine broken.”

Saskia took a deep breath, trying not to wince as her shoulder throbbed. “I know. But I can’t help if a wraith throws me ten feet into the air.”

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How the Batboys would take care of their PMSing S/O- Tim Drake

“Tim?” you asked, lifting your head from your pillow. “Are you almost done?”

“Uh huh,” he replied and kept typing on his computer.

You groaned, “You said that thirty minutes ago, Tim.  I can’t get the medicine without feeling like someone is carving out my stomach.”

“Uh huh,” he repeated and took a sip of his coffee.

“If I have to get up, Tim, you’re sleeping on the couch.  Well, whenever you are going to sleep,” you warned him, but still didn’t take his attention away from the computer.

You glared at the back of his head and grabbed his pillow, launching it directly on his head.

“What the heck, (Y/N)?” he asked and finally turned around, tossing the pillow back on the bed.  “I need to finish this!”

“And I need the pain medicine that I asked you to get over thrity minutes ago!” you said and glared at him.

His glare instantly melted, “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not, Tim,” you replied.  “Can you please go get the medicine now?”

Tim nodded, “I’ll go get it, and then I’m going to bed.  I think I overworked myself.”

“Like you always do,” you added.

Tim smiled and shook his head, “Don’t make me change my mind.”

He walked out of the room and into the bathroom, grabbing the medicine before flopping onto the bed.  You snatched the meds from his hand and drank it with the warm tea you kept on your stomach.

“Thanks, Tim,” you said and placed the mug on the nightstand. “Since you’re here, can we cuddle?”

“Yup,” he agreed and scooted closer to you, draping his arm over your waist.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, but next time you’re really sleeping on the couch.”

Another placement call

I feel bad for saying yes because they haven’t reached a decision on the boys yet. But the likelihood we get the boys is slim anyway because they have siblings 4 hours away and I’m sure they can find a closer home.

Ugh. Still feel bad but I’d feel worse saying no to another placement call.

5 month old girl, 1 year old boy. My agency said they’re looking for placement ASAP and they’re local so two points for us.

AD and baby J would pretty much be twin status. And here I go again, planning our future when it will probably be another no.

This will be the 4th (5th?) call we’ve said yes to. And now for the emotional roller coaster while we wait for an answer. Again. There has to be a yes eventually. Right?

Anyway. I haven’t posted much because I’m so relaxed my brain is mush. I’ve been hiking and gardening and figuring out my sexy camera and fighting with my lazy titties and trying (failing) to enjoy breastfeeding. I can’t wait until she’s a year and I don’t have to feel forced to do it anymore. It’s also The Birthdays (do Aries attract other Aries?!) and I’m trying not to get existential crisis-y about mine. Blah.

I’m pretty sure I’m getting haunted by a song. I haven’t heard Horse With No Name in so long and over the past year I’ve heard it so much. But I’ve only heard it in stores and it always sounded so distant and it just gave me an uneasy creeped out feeling even though I really like the song. But today…I was waiting in the car and the station I was listening to went to commercials so I switched it and that song was on. All I can think is “here we go again”. I looked at my phone and my weather app said my location was this town that is 30 minutes away. I thought it was weird but I just went back to listening to the song. I indulged myself and listened to the entire song just because I like it so much. The song ended and the radio DJ said that last weekend they played in the same town that my phone said I was at. That’s next level creepy.

anonymous asked:

Help please? My parents think the trans community conditioned me into thinking I'm transgender. I did what they told me; I blocked out the trans community (even though I never immersed myself in it but they don't believe that) and I was hoping they were right and the feeling would go away but it's still there. I'm nearly 18 now, if there's still hope it's a phase then I won't try to ask my parents I want to transition again...

nonnie, i can almost guarantee you–
it is not a phase.

you know why? and this is something that helped me realize i was trans; generally, cis people don’t ever question their gender. because they’re cis. it’s just not something cis people think about, usually. THOUGH even if you realize that you’re not trans, that’s cool too, there’s no harm in exploring your gender, at least you explored that bit about yourself. buut that doesn’t sound like it’s the case for you if you still feel this way after a long time. like, if it’s been actual years since you realized you were trans, i can tell without ever even having met you that you’re transgender, there’s like, no doubt about it, so don’t worry.

i’m really truly sorry about what your parents have done to you, conditioning your child is not okay and honestly abuse. the trans community has not brainwashed you into anything, you’re just trans because you’re trans, being cis isn’t the default and there’s never any rhyme or reason to not be cis, that’s just how you are. there are many different variants and faucets of being a human being, being trans is one of them.
i hope your road to love and self acceptance goes well, i understand that it’s very hard to unlearn internalize transphobia and self hate. but you’ll get there one day, i promise!

i wish you luck!!

bee  🌿

Giving a break from Tumblr !

Goodnight/ good afternoon dear loyal ,truly and kind friends,Leaving here just a simple note: im going to be away from all my blogs for an  undertermined time .I just want to say how greatful  i am to some of you for  being so kind and having a bit of your time for me .At this moment, i feel and think i dont belong to Tumblr in any way.I will miss you but i hope to return in a better spirit.My thanks and my love ,kyrah .hugs :)

Imagine: Klaus Feeling Like You are Abandoning Him for Hope.

Thank you to naepoohxd for giving me this amazing idea. I kind of took it and made it my own. I hope everyone likes it.

Lately Klaus has seemed distant. He hasn’t said a proper word to you in days. You’ve tried asking his siblings but they were busy. Elijah was with Hayley down at the Bayou, and Rebekah was with Marcel. Leaving you and Klaus at the Compound alone, except for Hope. Whenever Hayley had to go away for a while you would watch Hope. You had volunteered. As you were a Vampire, which meant you could never have a child of your own. You knew of this when you decided to let Klaus turn you. After all, if you wanted to love Klaus forever; you had to live forever. You did love Klaus, it was just, spending time with Hope didn’t make you regret your choice; it just helped fill that void. Deciding now would be as good a time as any to go and talk to him, you headed out of Hopes room and across the hall to his bedroom. Without even knocking you entered his room, seeing him lost in his artwork. He would always paint when he was upset.

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Indecent Proposal - Chapter 1

I got an amazing request from @legolasothranduilion to start writing this story, and the idea was so incredible that I couldn’t deny it. I honestly hope you’ll like my interpretation of your vision, and that you (and the rest of you guys) will enjoy reading it. 

By the title itself you may figure out what the story is going to be about, but I won’t reveal anything juicy. :)

Feel free to comment, and leave feedback, and thanks for reading.

Reader’s POV

“These fucking reporters will seriously drive me crazy one day”, Jared said and tossed the tabloid across the yard.

“I told you not to go to that after party, but you just had to, didn’t you?” Emma bickered at Jared not looking away from her iPad. I swear this woman was a robot. And one of my idols for sure. She’s working 24/7, and Jared doesn’t even try to make it easy on her. 

“Don’t I deserve some fun? Can’t I relax the way I want to? No, because being a rock star and an actor, director and everything else I do just puts me under the spotlight that I don’t even want to be a part of” Jared was frustrated and started pacing across the yard. 

“Melody, would you please take care of the next week’s flights and hotels? I have to take care of this weeks errands” Emma asked me, still being all in her iPad.

“Of course, no problem” I said and immediately started browsing through available flights. Jared had to travel to New York, and later to Milan so I was helping Emma arrange everything. She hired me as her assistant almost a year ago, since she was too wrapped up with planning her wedding, and of course dealing with Jared’s job and life. She needed all the help she could get at the time. And now she got used to having me around, so I stuck around. Hopefully for a long time.

Jared wasn’t so pleased with that decision of hers at first, but since she really had too much stuff going on, he decided she could hire someone, but the final decision had to be unanimous. Which basically meant that he’s the one deciding who’s in and who’s out - as always. That man always had his way with everything. It’s either Jared’s way or the highway. 

“Melody…? What do you mean… Emma, are you even listening to what I’m saying? ” Jared started to freak out and raised his voice at Emma.

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Sirius Black (Harry Potter/Imagine)

Originally posted by marauders-scrapbooks

Imagine Sirius cheated on you…

When you arrived in front of the house in which Remus and Sirius‘ flat was located the cold wind was blowing wildly so you rushed in to the old building. What are you even doing here?!
You tried to calm your breath when you walked up the steps. You knew Remus was at your’s (with your best friend) so Sirius would be alone. At least that’s what you hoped. You knew there was a chance of him being everything but alone! What you didn’t know was how you would react to that…
You knocked on the door but no one answered. You rang. Still nothing.
You thought about leaving but something was holding you back. The bad feeling that was haunting you all day long wasn’t going away! ”I must have lost my mind,” you mumbled pointing your wand at the lock. You knew the correct spell so the only thing holding you back was your ongoing fear. The fear of what’s waiting for you inside. And most of you kept hoping for an empty flat.
You took a deep breath before whispering the correct words opening the door. The hallway was completely dark and you couldn’t hear a single word. Silence. But something kept dragging you threw the hallway to the living room. “Sirius?”, you shouted insecurely your wand still raised. Something felt wrong.
You entered the living room enlightening it slightly with your wand, but enough to see what was going on. You froze for a millisecond before she ran to the armchair. An empty, broken bottle of Firewhiskey was lying right next to the chair in which Sirius was sitting and a full ashtray was standing on the coffeetable next to an empty box of cigarettes. His head marrowless lying on his shoulder, eyes closed. “Sirius”, you said repeatedly as you kneeled down in front of him without any reaction. “Hey, common wake up”, you muttered with panic in your voice slapping his cheeks. “Sirius!” His cheeks were wet with tears but he still didn’t open his eyes. “Come on, wake up, Sirius, please wake up!”, you almost screamed holding his head up until his eyelids began to flit. “Thank God”, you sighed: “Sirius, please open your eyes…” “Y/N?”, he mumbled slowly half-opening his eyes: “Whut a you dowing heer?” “Doesn’t matter”, you answered quickly: “How do you feel?” “I screwed up”, he started crying again: “I really swed up…I’m so sorry!” “Yeah…do you need to throw up?” He slightly shook his head. “Sure?” He shook his head again: “I’m so sorry! I hurt you so bad…so so bad…The worst thing I’veeverdone…” You sighed. “Please forgive me! I’llneverfind a girl that’s as beautiful and as great as you everever again! And I’ll neverever love someone as much as you…”, he tried to be calm and looked you deep in the eyes before his eyes fell shut again. “Do you want to go to bed?” “No”, the black-haired boy answered resolute: “Everything is turning and twisting…” “It’s okay, baby.” “Nothing’s okay! I screwed up…I need you.” You weren’t able to answer anything so he kept going and bumbling grabbed your hand: “Please, don’t go…” “I won’t, I promise.” “The whole night?” “If you want me to…” “Come here”, he pulled you on his lap leaning his head against your chest. “Everything will be fine”, you whispered softly running your fingers through his hair and stroking his neck. “I love you so much”, the former Gryffindor muttered wrapping his arms around you. “I love you too”, you replied gently placing a sad kiss on his hairline.

By Selina

Sometimes I feel like my doctors are unintentionally gaslighting me by blaming real physical problems on my mental illness to the point where I can’t tell whether something is “all in my head” or not anymore.

Do I have nerve problems and/or some kind of immune disorder, or is it just extreme anxiety and bipolar disorder? Hell if I know anymore. All I know is it’s not going away and it’s getting worse…

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I read this on a twitter page a while ago where this girl met H and she hugged him and when she pulled away he said, "heeeyy I wasn't ready to let go" or something like that. I could imagine Harry doing that to his girlfriend. Like you go visit him on tour and you haven't seen him in a while. His whine and pout when you pull away from the hug would be so cute, he'd take your arms and put them around his neck again, whispering "that's so much better love".

OH MY GOD. And he’d properly whine out and grab hold of her hand and pull her back to him, “didn’t say yeh could let go yet, love. It’s been too long. Le'me remember how yeh feel,” and just wrap his arms around her in a tight fashion. Swaying them from side to side and resting his chin on her shoulder and she drags her fingers up his back. Purring and humming and sighing softly in contentment.

“Tha’ feels better. Missed yeh loads, Gorgeous.” xx

Random Babbling

Holy fuck I get so fricken nostalgic about TS3 and I want to GO PLAY IT. It feels like it’s so far away, and totally archaic, like it’s impossible to relive all the fun I had, but the icon is just sitting there on my desktop. I have a mental block because I can’t give up ts4 graphics and playability… SO IT MIGHT AS WELL BE IMPOSSIBLE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I’m so torn. 

anonymous asked:

I want to start experimenting with they/they pronouns and a different name, but I dont know how to do that without asking my family to change anything because Im not out to them yet (and i dont plan to be until i know what my identity is fully)

Well, friends are good for this. If they’re supportive, you could try asking them to change pronouns and names for you, see how it feels. Also, try out referring to yourself with different pronouns/name. It’s actually really helpful talking to yourself and seeing how it fits!

Online is always helpful! Try going by a different name, different pronouns on social media. After a while, you might get a feel for it. 

Write little things about yourself using your preferred name/pronouns. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Just simple sentences, even. For example:

Ellis typed away on their computer. They wondered if they were doing okay at answering the asks sent to them.

You don’t need to figure it out right away. Take time to think about it, try out names and pronouns. No one’s saying you have to come out soon, or even at all.