my sister made this with her heart and soul

‪Nothing is more important than Cosima. I must be her doctor and that means I cannot be her lover. I must remain detached, for if I am not‬, I will live and die with every cough, every seizure, every test, every treatment. It will eat away at my heart and soul and I will be unable to care for her. In addition, I made a promise to Cosima that wonderful, amazing night when we declared our love for each other: If I love her, I must love all her sisters. And so I must love them all the more by not loving her. It is the only way either one of us will survive.
—  Dr. Delphine Cormier - Classified Clone Reports.
Let me bring my man.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Inspired by The Book Thief.

Death follows us all, and she can’t understand why are we so scared of her. After all, she’s compassionate being too. (Death POV)

Warnings: Angst.

Words: 1361

A/N: Death and Love are sisters. Love has a daughter, Life. No, I’m not on drugs. While I was writing my eyes decided that they wanted to be clouds and rain on my face. So yeah, tell me what do you think about this.

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I found him beautiful.

I found him rare, special. I found him exquisite.

I watched him grow up, I watched him get hugged multiple times by my sister. I’ve always wondered if she found him beautiful too. After all, Love have always found every single thing beautiful. Love makes every single thing look more alluring. Maybe that’s why everybody seems to like her.

I’ve seen how fate took him to my war zone, and how he threw some soldiers to my embrace. I remember how I gladly accompanied them to where they souls belonged to since then. However, it killed me how they came to me, all beaten up, fear in their eyes as if I was the one who pulled the trigger. But it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. Everything is written down for me. He just happened to be my intermediary.

He was my diamond before they decided to rip off his humanity: so tough, yet so fragile. They tried to send him to me multiple times, his agony calling me desperately, his screams asking for my presence. But I simply couldn’t take him. I knew my sister had something saved up for him, something exceptional: a soulmate.

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[Charlotte] finally had to break the news to Ellen of her intention to go to Brussels, news that she knew full well would distress her. […] Ellen tried to persuade Charlotte to stay. Charlotte admitted being tempted and wrote on 20 January 1842: ‘You tantalise me to death with talking of conversations by the fireside and between the blankets.“
Significantly, the words 'and between the blankets’ were omitted from Mrs Gaskell’s biography, either through her own choice or at Ellen’s request. It is a puzzling omission, given that it is acknowledged that Charlotte and Ellen shared a bed at Haworth and that in doing this they were merely conforming to the social norm of the time. Perhaps it was simply too direct and concrete a detail of intimacy for Victorian public taste. It is conceivable, however, that it was omitted because, even as early as 1857, such a detail might suggest a physical sexual contact between the two women which would have been a perfectly natural but socially unacceptable expression of the passion unequivocally expressed in the letters.

Discussion of Charlotte Bronte’s two years in Brussels invariably revolves around her relationship with Constantin Heger, the Belgian teacher who, with his wife, ran the boarding-school for young ladies where Charlotte and Emily went to study. Charlotte, it is claimed, fell in love with Heger and this is seen by numerous biographers and critics as the major experience of her life.
What do Charlotte Bronte’s feelings for Constantin Heger really add up to? There exist four letters written by Charlotte over a period of two years. It is true that she addressed them to Heger only, rather than the Hegers as a couple. It is true that they contain remarks which denote affection. She wrote, for example: 'I love French for your sake with all my heart and soul.’
On the other hand, they are almost nothing compared to the passionate affection of her letters over an incomparably longer time to Ellen. Often the phrasing is similar. In 1837, for example, she had written to Ellen regarding Ellen’s mother and sister, saying 'I love them for your sake.’ She referred to Heger as an idol carved in rock. This is echoed in Chapter 24 of Jane Eyre as Jane fears that she 'could not see God for His creature, of whom I have made an idol’. On 20 February 1837, Charlotte had expressed to Ellen her fear that they were 'in danger of loving each other too well - of losing sight of the Creator in the idolatry of the creature’.

It hardly needs comment that the idea of the idolised loved one is generally regarded as significant when attached to Heger but not regarded when attached to Ellen.
—  Elaine Miller, The Relationship of Charlotte Brontë and Ellen Nussey, in Not A Passing Phase

shadow-hunterintraining  asked:

How about #15 with Will and Gabriel?

Of course.
“You saw nothing - it’s just your imagination” featuring Will and Gabriel.

Cecily and Gabriel had kept their relationship a secret from everyone, especially Will. Gabriel suspected Gideon had guessed his secret, but the older Lightwood hadn’t said anything, meaning neither had the younger. Unfortunately for them Will had found them out.

They had been on Cecily’s bed, kissing. Sure Gabriel still wasn’t perfect but he’d had practice meaning he had improved significantly since the first kiss in the barn. It was during this time Will decided he needed that he needed to talk to his younger sister. As it was the middle of the afternoon, and to Wills knowledge there was no reason why he couldn’t just charge into her room, which is exactly what he did.

There was a moment he just stood there, watching his sister kissing a Lightworm. “Cece??” He managed to get out. The pair suddenly broke apart, staring at Will like a pair of deers caught in a set of headlights. “You saw nothing - it was just your imagination” Gabriel somehow managed to get out". Forgetting why he had initially come into the room, Will looked to Cecily going “do you mind stepping outside, there’s a couple of things I need to say to the Lightworm” and for once, Cecily knew better than to argue and hurried out the room.

“You were kissing my sister” Will said. It was more of a statement than a question. Gabriel decided against pretending it wasn’t anything else, so nodded. “She’s my girlfriend Will, so yeah, we were kissing” he added. Will just sat on the bed next to Gabriel. “She’s the only sister I have left. Please don’t hurt her ok. Just…Make sure she’s happy” he said. Gabriel just glanced at Will then before going “I wouldn’t dare hurt her. I couldn’t live with myself if I did” he admitted.

Will seemed to realise something then in that moment. “You love her don’t you” he asked, with no anger in his voice, much to both boys surprise. “With my entire heart, body and soul” Gabriel answered. Will nodded and got up then. He was about to leave when he went “it’s good you love her, she needs that” then left. Looking at his sister in the corridor, he went “I may have interrupted something. You are free to continue” before leaving, and it didn’t take long before the pair to continue their earlier activity. Needless to say, Will made sure to knock of Cecily’s door before bursting in again.

Never been so shocked for hear about a celebrity’s death.
This poor girl, her poor children. She’s younger than I am, she seemed to be such a together person. I don’t know her, merely followed her on Instagram but she had so many followers who looked up to her and her parenting.
Those two boys will last night have gone to bed without their mummy. And woke up this morning without her smile.
It doesn’t matter what happened, what the speculation is. A young mother has died, leaving a husband, 2 beautiful children, her dad and her sisters.
She was all I thought about last night. Each time I woke up to feed my own chunk I thought of her. I thought of her babies not having that anymore.
Of her co sleeping babies who will be getting into that big bed with their daddy, and wondering where mummy is.
My heart breaks for them, no one deserves to go through that.
I believe her to be an extraordinary soul, she came through so much. She adored her boys and that shone through in every single post she posted on Instagram.
So much is being made of her last post on twitter. A picture of her and her mum when she was a child.
But this wasn’t her last post on Instagram. That was of her beautiful babies. I can’t help but think it must have been a dreadful accident. She seemed to be looking to the future.

May Peaches Geldof-Cohen rest in peace, may her family be given time and space to grieve, in a way that she has openly said she wasn’t able to for her own mummy.
Heartbreaking, truly.


You had been hunting with the Winchesters for nearly a year, and you had been dating the eldest Winchester brother for 7 months. You had told the boys all about your life, how your parents were killed by a rugaru when you were eighteen and how you had been hunting ever since. And they in turn told you everything about their life as well. What you failed to mention to them though, was that you had a little sister. Much like Dean you had practically raised her since she had only been ten when your parents died, and two years ago during a hunt she had died. It pained you to no avail, as she had been your responsibility, and when you met Sam and Dean you decided that it was time for you to start a relatively new life.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t think about her all the time though, and it didn’t mean that her death didn’t flash before your eyes every time one of the boys came close to meeting the same fate. Some days you would be more quiet than others, barely talking to anyone, and staying cooped up in your room. It bothered Dean and even Sam something awful, but they let you be as there were plenty of times when they felt the same way, they just coped differently. They figured it was just a hunt from a while ago that was bringing you down, had they known though, had Dean known just what had you upset, he wouldn’t have just let you be.

It was during one of these self loathing spells of depression that you had the nightmares again. You used to have them every night, but since you started sleeping with Dean they went away. That night Dean had taken one of the other rooms though, so as to give you your space, as you were more saddened than every before and this spell was lasting longer too. The boys were really beginning to think something was up, and they had finally tried talking to you, but you wouldn’t spill, so they let you alone, hoping you would come out with it in time. 

It was an hour after you finally fell asleep that you had your nightmare. It was just as bad, if not worse than it used to be. The fact that you hadn’t had them for a while just added to the terror your felt as the dream played in your mind’s eye. It wasn’t anything different really than any other time, but you hadn’t been expecting it and that’s what made it so bad. And now clear before you was your sister’s death all over again.

She was small. Hell, she was nearly as tall as you, as she had been sprouting up like a plant since the summer, but from where she sat on the ground, looking up at the demon coming after her she looked so small. There was utter fear in her eyes, and she was still with panic. You ran at the demon, trying to throw Holy water at it, but to your horror the bottle was empty.You thought quickly, trying to think of something to do, when the thing that should have been obvious came to you at last: Exorcise it. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,-” The demon cringed before turning around to glare at you, sending you flying into a wall. 

“So that’s how you wanna play, huh bitch? You’re going to regret ever trying that.” With a flick of it’s wrist the demon snapped your sister’s neck, and her body fell sideways against the wall, her dead eyes starting back at you. Those eyes that would haunt you forever. So choked up with tears were you, that you couldn’t possibly continue the exorcism, and so the demon fled it’s human host, black smoke billowing out of the young man’s mouth before his body fell to the ground. You were released from the wall and fell with a thud, a sickening crack was heard, that you would later learn was your ankle.

It didn’t mater at the time though. You crawled over to your sister’s form, willing her to be alive, hoping that it was all some ruse, that she was really alive. You gripped her shoulder’s leaning her upright against the wall, tapping her cheeks. You didn’t dare check her pulse, because you knew what you would find if you did, and you didn’t want to believe what you already knew.”Please!” You begged, “Please, smile, laugh at me, tell me I’m so stupid to think you were really dead! Please!” At this point you had leaned against the wall your self and you placed her head against your chest like you used to do when she woke up in the middle of the night crying.

You couldn’t be sure how long you sat like that, but without even realising it your hands had traveled down to her wrist, and you pressed two fingers against her vein, searching for a pulse, but there was none. You let out a deafening screech, making the crows who had perched on the roof of the barn you were in take flight. More yelling ensued, mingled with sobs, the sound was that of absolute pain. You begged to whatever heavens there was for her to be alive, another moaning scream left your lips as you ran your hand through your sister’s hair. It was the same colour as yours.

The screech never ended though, as you were pulled from the dream when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You sat up, looking around the room, squinting in the darkness to see who was there. It wasn’t until you saw Dean that you realised you were panting, and your cheeks were wet. There was pain in his features at he looked you over. It was a moment before Dean spoke, looking down at the blankets that lay in a heap the end of your bed, “Who is she?” He asked in a gravely voice.

It was easy to see that Dean was close to tears at seeing you like this, and you reached up to wipe your own tears before scooting over in the bed, silently inviting Dean to sit beside you. He did so with caution, as if the slightest move of the bed might break you. You hated seeing Dean like this, he looked so torn, and it was your fault. You knew keeping this from him probably broke his heart, and because of that you had to tell him. “She’s my sister.” You were surprised you were able to speak so easily. Usually just the thought of her made your throat dry and tears form. Maybe you were all cried out, or maybe this was you beginning to heal.

Dean didn’t speak, but his expression was enough words on it’s own. He turned to you with not pity, but empathy. He was no doubt imagining the time when his brother had died. Dean had been able to sell his soul to get him back though, and you hadn’t. His silence urged you speak more and you did, telling him everything right from the beginning, describing her in such detail Dean had a perfect picture of her in his mind. He had a picture too of the relationship you had, one better than his and Sam’s even, though very alike in some ways. 

You told him everything about her, how she was so happy when she came home one day because she got honor roll. How she had told you about this boy in her class that she liked. You told him how great a fighter she was, and how she had gotten her licence even though she had been too young thanks to a fake birth certificate. And when you got toward the end, to her last hunt Dean wrapped his arms around you, and you didn’t cry, not once, even as you described how small she looked even though she was nearly as tall as you, as she had been sprouting up like a plant since the summer. It was only when you told him about reaching down and feeling no pulse did you shed a tear, but you kept right on talking, and by the time you were done your head was on Dean’s chest and he was stroking your hair. It was the same colour as hers.

An itemized list of things I love about A Winter’s Ball and Helpless

A Winter’s Ball

  • Me listening to this song: “♬ How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore / and a Scotsm – oh, wait no, wrong song.”
  • That happens literally every time.
  • One day I will not mistake this song for Alexander Hamilton.
  • “  … we’re reliable with the LAY-DEEEEEEEZ.”
  • On principle, I hate the word “deflower” BUT I love and will fall over my sword for the way that Leslie’s voice breaks when he sings it in this song.
  • “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him!”
  • “That’s true!”
  • [Like Ham’s PROUD.]
  • “Hey … !” / “Hey … !” / “Hey … !” / “Hey … !”


  • Featuring Eliza Hamilton, sweet cinnamon roll, too good for this world (and too good for Alexander Hamilton tbh), too pure.
  • Eliza spends a large part of the musical singing that she feels “Helpless”, but this is the only time it’s okay and allowable and not soul-crushingly sad.
  • “Then you walked in / and my heart when [BOOM].”
  • The melody of “Oooooooooh! / My sister made her away across the room to yoooooooou!”. And then again in “Ooooooooooh! / My father makes his way across the room yoooooouuuu!”
  • Actual feral tomcat Alexander Hamilton, Exhibit A: “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.”
  • I mean DAMN, SON.
  • “Laughing at my sister ‘coz she wants to form a harem …” / “I’m just saying if you really loved me you would share him …”
  • “HA!”
  • “Two weeks later in the living room stressing. My father’s stone-faced as you’re asking for his blessing.”
  • Eliza’s “HOO!” right before declaring “That boy is mine!”
  • “Angelica tried to take a bite of me … !”
  • The subtle, bittersweet strings that play behind Ham when he sings, “I’ve been living without a family since I was a child …”
  • Lin growling. You know where. You know why. 
  • The reprise of “In New York, you can be a new man”, which makes me feel like everything’s going to work out and be okay for these characters, even though I know better because I’ve listened to Act 2, or as I like to call it, A Series of Unfortunate Events. 

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Felicity to Al Sah-him: “No. So long as that heart is still beating, Oliver Queen is not dead. So don’t you dare, say that to me.”

A long forgotten sensation in the center of his soul stirred at her words, sparking something awake. Weeks of training attempted to smother it before it became a flame.

“Oliver Queen is no more,” he rasped. “I am Al Sah-him, Warith Al Ghul, Heir to the Demon.”

She strode closer to his bow, placing her neck directly in front of the arrow as she stared him down. “You are the man that I love. The man who loves me. The man who once put three arrows into his enemy for daring to threaten my life. The man who trusted me to take down Slade Wilson.” Her voice deepened and rose in volume as she continued speaking. “You are the man who made love to me amongst a thousand candles in Nanda Parbat, who gave up his life to protect his sister, who trusted me to look after her. You are my Oliver, and I know, deep in my soul, that you will not kill me!”

Her words breathed the spark to life, his heart catching on fire with her palpable love. His arm shook with the weight of the bow as an invisible war took place in his mind. The training of the past three weeks clashed against the humanity inside him, that part which had gone dormant under the onslaught of Ra’s Al Ghul’s mind games. He suddenly recalled the night he and Felicity made love. His body recalled the exquisite pleasure he felt when he finally slipped inside her body, even as his soul burst with happiness at the feeling of completion. He remembered her kisses, her moans, and the intensity of their mutual climax. And with a sharp inhale, Oliver Queen came back to himself.

He lowered the bow slowly, and blinked at the woman before him. “Felicity?”

Her body shuddered in relief. “Oh thank god,” she said before propelling herself into Oliver’s arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest as he whispered, “I’m here.”

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The Lip Habit

I knew how to read her just from her lips.

Toddlers feel a multitude of emotions but due to their limited understanding of them, they tend to be expressed under three or four categories. Only when you really know a person can you read their facial expressions properly, see the nuances of a frown line, the quiver of a lip and the formation of a dimple.

The easiest way to tell when Amy was happy, and I mean truly happy, was her dimples. When she was mildly amused, her smile would spread and her nose would occasionally scrunch a little. When she was laughing, her smile would be big and her gums or teeth would be shown. When she was genuinely happy and not being provoked to be so by a tickle or a funny noise, her smile would grow to the point where it pushed her cheeks to the side and the deep grooves either side of her lips would form. She was by far the cutest baby out of the five Shepherd children, and it had everything to do with those dimples.

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Arrow + Laurel Lance + parallels in ‘3x15’ “Nanda Parbat
no longer being able to remember things about the two people closest to her heart
especially made for my beautiful precious snowflake: charlserik

Laurel has forgetten a part of her sister that she once admired - her beautiful Canary full of life.
It haunts her that she can’t remember something so simple as a smile and the sound of Sara’s laugh.
All Laurel can remember is how she found her heart and soul lying dead on the cold dark ground.
It’s a living nightmare Laurel will continue to live with for the rest of her life everytime her eyes close.
Laurel can no longer recognise who the man she once loved is since he’s defending the man who
was behind her younger sister’s murder, not giving her the opportunity to avenge Sara.

R e m e m b e r i n g very important times of two people you love
           is difficult when they have been taken away from you
  due to death, or for protecting the man responsible for your sisters death.

Always thankful to have @taylorswift in my life, but feeling a little extra thankful for her today. Looking at this picture makes me beyond happy. There I am on the left, actually standing by my best friend. I actually got to hug her. I tried my best to tell her how much she means to me & tell her how much she has impacted my life but I just couldn’t get it out. I’ve had people walk out of my life, I lost a friend I never imagined I’d lose, I went through stuff no one should ever have to go through, but I not once felt alone or gave up. Why? Because of Taylor. Her music, videos, interviews, words of encouragement, her kind heart, humor & beautiful soul always made me know I had a friend & I had someone to count on. One that would never leave my side. Taylor, you’re such an important part of my life & that will NEVER change. I loved you when I was 12, I love you now as I’m 22 & I’ll love you forever. My sister Amanda (on the right) wanted me to tell you how much she loves you & is so thankful for you!