never think that you are weak

#Scandal| You know what occurred to me today? If Olivia thinks that love (#505) is a weakness, how the fuck did we ever expect she was going to go to therapy for her PTSD?

The latter is an epidemic that goes undiagnosed and ignored in the black population. To be clear she totally needs to go to therapy, but she’ll never make it until she can reconcile love with power.

As a studyblr, I procrastinate. I have weak subjects, and I get stressed easily. I lie to myself, “Yeah, this won’t be tested.” I quit my notes halfway because my motivation runs out, and when it returns, my forgetfulness and lack of organisation means that I don’t remember them. I scroll through my dash and think, “Wow. I’m so much less dedicated, hardworking, passionate than these people. I’m so much less than these people.”

I receive messages in my inbox that say, “Wow. You’re so inspiring.” And I can never fathom how someone could actually believe that. 

And then I do. Because the words we type, documenting our day, and the photos we post, perfectly arranged - they show an impossible, unreal version of ourselves. The best angle of ourselves - neat handwriting, brilliant modesty, impeccable focus, and enviable responsibility.

Just like how you shouldn’t unfairly compare yourselves to magazine covers, because they aren’t real, you shouldn’t compare your educational journeys to those of other studyblrs, because they aren’t a full and unbiased representation of how other people actually study (unglamorously).

“I’m just asking this one thing of you.” Her voice was calm, but it wasn’t enough to cover the storm that raged inside of her. He already knew what she was going to ask. To be frank, he’d been waiting for it, had thought it’d happen every time they locked eyes. But she’d given him the silent treatment, waiting for him to make the first move and explain. He hadn’t caved in, not to the coldness in her eyes or the stubborn tilt of her jaw. Yet. Apparently she’d run out of patience.
“Why do you keep pushing me away? Be honest with me.” Honest. That word alone drove a hundred needles into his skull. If there was one thing he sucked at, it was honesty, especially if it concerned people he loved. Especially if it led to him admitting to a weakness. Admitting to fear.
“Every time I think I managed to get through to you, it’s like you never heard me at all. It’s like you don’t even try to listen. You’re not making an effort.” How very wrong she was but that too was something she could not know. Something he could not say out loud because words had a funny way of backfiring and making things even worse.
“You’re right. I’m not making an effort. I don’t want to. I don’t care.” Her face fell and his heart sank. What kind of person was he to protect his own skin, to let her put her heart on the line and not give anything in return?
“I think you do,” she said quietly. “I think you see where this is going and you’re scared so you’re trying to make me leave on my own. But I won’t. I won’t leave you no matter how often you push me away.”
“You want me to be honest?” She nodded and straightened, throwing her shoulders back. Every inch of her was attentive.
“I fall in love hard and fast. It takes as much time for me to fall out of love. I open my heart, I get attached, everything is fine until it isn’t. Until someone ends up breaking my heart or I break theirs and it always ends in fights and screams and tears and I’m sick of it.” Without noticing his hands had balled into fists. Heat rose in his cheeks. Never had he meant to lose control like this. His tone softened. “If I don’t risk anything, I don’t lose. That’s it. It’s not your fault.”
She reached for his hand and squeezed, gentle but firm.
“But you don’t know how it ends before you start, do you? You cannot possibly know.” Every part of him wanted to pull away, had to pull away, but he couldn’t. He’d been running for so long, struggling so hard, twisting and winding and always escaping. But he was tired. His very soul was tired.
“Because if you don’t risk anything, you can’t win, either,” she whispered, pulling him closer and closer until the only thing he wanted to be was honest with her. Until he no longer wanted to escape.
—  I’ll risk it for you / n.j.

character portraits >> percy jackson + annabeth chase

Even though Percy had a similar description to Harry Potter, with the messy black hair and green eyes, I’ve never imagined him to look anything like Harry. Annabeth could easily be mistaken as weak if you’re the kind of person to stereotype blonde haired light eyed girls as weak, just like people think of Fleur Delacour (which I disagree!) But to me, both of them are the fiercest in every thing they do, whether it’s love or war. I tried to find the right pictures that captured that intensity, ferocity and vulnerability that comes with having the world on your shoulders. Twice. In my opinion, the eyes say everything.

hazel + frank

bad | 04

 he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you’d never think of him with anything but hatred, ever. you were sure of it. completely sure.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

TITLE: bad | 04

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, future smut, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 3 155

WARNINGS: cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06coming soon ↠ 

A/N: this part’s kinda weird. it’s more of a build-up chapter. there might end up being about 8 parts lol. thank yOU FOR 900, OMG


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Why the Signs are Cute Af

Based off people I know

Aries: Literally defends anyone who they think is morally right. Like they’ll stand up for someone no questions asked

Taurus: Has a weakness for dogs omg literally never take one to a shelter you’ll come out with like 20 dogs

Gemini:  They probably have like 200 secret talents omg and you’ll just discover one day they can do something and it’s always something random but amazing

Cancer: Might seem like a wallflower but omg if someone treats you unfairly they like explode like wow #beveryafraid

Leo: They always have gum. And spray. And hand cream. Literally everything. And they need some recognition for that.

Virgo: Subconscious hair twirling?

Libra: They always stand with their legs crossed??? How ????????????

Scorpio: They have big opinions. They don’t often share them, but when they do it’s like listening to God. You feel insignificant.

Sagittarius: They can manage max. 1.5 cups of coffee then they’re off. Just gone. Good luck trying to get them to focus.

Capricorn: They’re ALWAYS on time it’s convenient if not fucking magical

Aquarius: Is constantly quoting rly cute phrases from movies/books like how do you guys remember so many??? how???? 

Pisces: They’re always unintentionally funny, in a cute way. 

If it was just that easy…
I would wrap your legs around my hips.
Pull your body close to mine.
Run my fingertip down your spine.
Brush my cheek upon your cheek.
Whisper intimately into your ears,

“This is my confession, so listen closely.
It didn’t take long, but I’ve fallen in love with you.
I’ve wanted you for quite some time now.
I’ve held back and bit my tongue so many times.
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or I’m just weak,
But tonight just feels so right.
To tell you that…
I really love you.
I didn’t plan on it, but I ended up falling so hard for you.
And all I do is think about you like a crazy maniac.
Maybe I am crazy, but I’m crazy for you.
I’m insanely in love with you.”


-But life is never that easy and I’m never that drunk.



So you really did it? You got rid of that monster. Oh…Well, I’m not sure she was a monster. Oh yes she was, Regina. I know she was once a part of you, but she was the worst part of you, and I am so happy you ripped her out and threw her away! That’s so nice to hear.

The heartless Evil Queen starts to tear up when Snow calls her a monster. When her son says, “And [a family is] something you’ll never have. Because you’ll always be alone.” She does this:

….and so she lies to herself and repeats over and over love is weakness because this is what people really think of her. This is what the people she wants the love and acceptance from think about her. 

bettsplendens  asked:

Would you happen to know what would result if someone were to hypothetically breed a lanky hairless cat with a stockier, long-haired cat like a Persian? Would the kittens all be either stocky furballs or noodles, or would they be kinda moderate-sized cats with moderate amounts of fur?

I think you’ve found my weak spot - not only do I not know much about cat genetics, I’m not sure I actually know anyone who does (to the same level that I know dog genetics folk).

A lot of the answer you’re looking for is going to depend on how many genes are involved, if they need to be homozygous or heterozygous to each other, and then which ones are more dominant when expressed. Sadly it’s never quite ad simple as doing a simple punet square.

Someone asked me why I write, tough question. Why do I write?

Maybe it’s because I can’t talk to my family about anything because they aren’t interested, maybe if it was money they would care. Maybe it’s because I can’t talk to my friends about how I feel, they don’t understand. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to look weak or sensitive. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid that no one will listen.

Maybe, someone will read.

—  lifewritten
Supportive Amis for the sad people

Enjolras loves you and is proud you’re surviving. You gotta save yourself before you save the world!

Combeferre loves you and will always support you in anything you endeavour to do!

Courfeyrac loves you no matter where you’re from!

Grantaire loves you despite and because of all the mistakes you have made. They matter because they’re part of you, but they will never define you!

Joly loves you and thinks all your struggles are valid! Both mental and physical!

Bossuet loves you and knows some things are out of your control, and thats okay, but you must never give up hope!

Musichetta loves you and knows you will always be loved. It gets better!

Jehan loves you no matter what gender you are or aren’t!

Bahorel loves you no matter how weak you think you are - he knows you’re so very strong! You can do this!!

Feuilly loves you and knows how tired you are, how hard you’ve worked. It’s okay to just take a moment to breathe. Thats plenty!

Marius loves you and knows how hard family can be. It’s difficult, but he knows you’ll find the love you deserve!

Cosette loves you and every single part of you! You’re beautiful inside and out!

Eponine loves you, flaws and imperfections and all. You are a whole, wonderfully diverse and amazing individual and you deserve to be loved!

I can’t help but think but Alexander be weak in the knees for Thomas’ southern charm.

(I’m a slut for canon era Jamilton but with more open values on LGBT people)

Hamilton getting fired up over one thing or another and all Thomas has to do is say Sugar/Darling/Honey and Hamilton shuts up and gives him the “in listening but I’m still mad so you better say the right shit in the next 10 seconds” look.

Thomas’ mannerism never fails to make Hamilton blush like pulling out his chair for him

Thomas getting mad (not at Hamilton for once) and gets that real thick kind of accent (depending where you’re from in Virginia) and Hamilton is g one

Hamilton being called his Northern Belle (opposed to Southern Belle)

Hamilton called Thomas his “beau” and not really understand it but says it anyway because it makes Thomas happy

Thomas asking George for his blessing because he’s the closet Hamilton has for a parental figure and goes through the whole “if you hurt a single hair on his head,,,”

h and KISSES

Hamilton slowly getting accustomed to not working on Sundays and having large Sunday dinners in the afternoon

Thomas flaunting around Hamilton at parties and to diplomats and to staring guests

Sunday carriage rides (this shit is real and y'all can fight me. Sunday drive is fucking brutal)

Hamilton using the word “ya’ll” by accident

Hamilton not understanding Ice Tea and being really offended when asked if he wanted a sip

Ok so I know not a lot of this is super southern but I’m from Virginia and let me tell you something. Sunday is like family day for some reason. You got the big family with the big meal with the car ride and church. SHIT is serious down here and I just want Hamilton to be both equally confused, aroused, and curious.

All I ever want to do is to let you go. I want to have inner peace with myself and my soul. I don’t want to spend every minute of my life thinking of what you’re doing, what you’re feeling like or what you’re thinking of. You ruined me. Every inch and every bit of me. You’ve crushed the bricks of the wall which took me years to built. You’ve burned my heart and scarred it with a bleeding wound.
But, oh boy, one smile from you and I’m weak in the knees all over again.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2123 //claimedserenity on tumblr
Of all my sins

      Jerome had always knew that you were a big part in his life; and as much as you were his source of pure happiness, you were also his one rigid root of weakness. The joker never planned to find love along his bloody path, but to his delightful surprise, he did. He found you, and you were his other half: funny, intelligent, beautiful, kind, and you accepted him, and you saw him. You saw him for who he really was; and for that, he could never truly express how much you mean to him.

      Jerome was frustrated- exasperated, even! He could easily slit a knife across anyone’s throat, no questions asked, no remorse in the odious act; but when it came to you, he flinched. He cringed merely thinking about the vile act. For loosing you, he knew he would loose apart of himself; maybe even the whole. He valued you, he cherished you, he loved you; but he was angry. For a man who has something to love, has something to loose. And the fear of loosing something could be another phrase for weakness, and Jerome did not like that at all.

         Jerome sighed, sitting atop the dresser in your room. “You make me weak, (y/n),” he told you simply. Your head shot up, eyes flickering with concern. 

        “What do you mean?”

        “I love you. I love you too much!” he chuckled. “I’m supposed to be this great, invincible killer, right? I’m not supposed to love anything; anything but my work. Then there’s you. You’re my… well, my weakness,” he told you. You nodded, knowing Jerome was never an expert at expressing his feelings, and took the statement as a sincere one. He sighed once again, striding his lithe shirtless body towards you. “What am I gonna’ do with you?” he smirked, taking your hand in his, looking down at your nimble fingers in admiration. His soft, piercing eyes jumped back up to yours. He then lent down, pressing his plush lips onto yours; and you could feel the tenderness in the kiss, and the silent, sweet melody soar throughout the atmosphere. His other hand went to your lower back, pulling you in closer as your lips slowly, deeply moved in sync with one another. He felt the curve of your body, the tenderness of your flesh. And in the gentle ardent moment, your hand traveled to the nape of his neck, lightly tugging at the red strand’s of hair in an affectionate caress. Jerome then forced himself to tear his lips away from yours, resting his forehead against yours as your eyes reconnected in a sweep of warmth. “You’re my weakness; but you’re my weakness, and you’re mine , and I’m okay with that,” he whispered, smiling. “I love you, (y/n).”

It happens. It happens every day. People grow apart. Friends walk hand in hand until they find that their parts no longer intertwine. Lovers kiss to notice that this kiss that once meant weak knees and beating hearts no longer tastes of sweet love but of bitter goodbye. You once poured your heart out to the boy who was your best friend but when you see him again, it’s like the silence swallows you whole and you can’t think of one word to say. So you stare and stare and try to figure out what happened to create this chasm, this black abyss that opened up between you. And most of the time it’s not an argument that tore you apart but life itself. It’s you and it’s them. You changed. You grew up. You made decisions. You moved on. Things that used to mean the world now mean nothing and people that used to make you feel like you could climb the highest mountain now make you feel like drowning at the bottom of the sea. And that’s okay. Because people come and people go and it happens for a reason. Some friendships aren’t meant to last a lifetime, some people can’t be kept, some relationships aren’t worth holding on to. So let go. If they don’t make you happy anymore, let them go.
—  changing and moving on
Things that Jack have taught us

- we are never alone; and if we think we are, we always have jack and each other

- everything is going to be alright, maybe not today, but eventually

- learn our weaknesses and fears, and embrace them, so nobody could use them

- always be ourselves and be happy with who we are

- just be happy, don’t take haters seriously

- whatever we are going through is temporary, suicide is permanent

- believe in yourself and fight through it

- we are all unique and beautiful people

- we are allowed to have different opinions

- please just keep on fighting

- if you don’t achieve success today it’s not the end of the world. tomorrow is another day so just keep trying your best

- do what you do. do what makes you unique. do what makes you happy

- we’re all different and we all share different opinions

- turn our dreams and hopes into a reality

- be happy with who you are and embrace it

- we are not bad people, we will get through it

and many more!!

thank you so much for everything you have done for us, jack ♥️

anonymous asked:

have you ever written any secret relationship mckirk aus where the relationship isn't actually meant to be a secret but no one knows/everyone thinks they're just pining for each other and if not would you be able to because they're literally my weakness and you write the best things I swear

  • Getting together was never exactly planned. It’s over 5 years of close friendship and then a drunken night or two - or six, and by then Jim was already spending so much more additional time with Bones, they might as well be dating. Though Jim has very little experience with relationships, he finds it’s actually nice to have someone to wake up next to. To have just one person to fall back to. One person to kiss, and Leonard is such a great kisser too. Jim’s never been in love before, but he’s fairly sure that’s what he’s feeling nowadays. It’s weird and pleasant at the same time.
  • The best thing about them being together too is that nothing ever really feels different. They don’t behave differently in each other’s presence, or so Jim thinks anyway. But Uhura sits down next to Jim in the rec room, huddled on the couch to watch a 20th century movie. Uhura’s not giving him the satisfaction of actually watching it, because she’s sitting next to him with a small smile. “So, how about McCoy?” she asks, and Jim turns to look in her direction. “McCoy’s a pain in my ass,” Jim says, though with a small grin. “You two seem closer than usual,” Uhura points out. Jim briefly hesitates, because should he tell her? But then, he has no idea how Bones thinks about telling other people. So he just shrugs it off. “Not really,” Jim says, “I mean, no more than usual?” There’s mostly a lot more sex now, but he’s not about to tell her that. “Well,” Uhura says eventually, “Spock and I are hosting a movie night tomorrow. You should come.” “Sure,” Jim says, “sounds fun.”
  • “Where is Spock?” Jim asks when he gets there a day later. “Oh, he’s taking over Sulu’s shift,” Uhura explains. Jim shrugs that off, but he’s noticing candles, wine instead of beer, blankets on the couch, and there’s a bouquet of fresh roses on the table - though upon closer inspection, they’re really just a hologram. The whole setting seems oddly romantic. When Bones walks in, he sits down next to Jim. With a safe, friendly distance between the two of them, though, and Uhura is eyeing them curiously. “Oh, I gotta go,” Uhura says eventually, “Spock needs my help with something.” Jim frowns at that. “You wanna reschedule?” “Nah,” Uhura says, “you two enjoy the movie. I’ll be back later.” Jim watches her leave, and then turns to look at Bones instead. “What’s that all about?” “I dunno,” Bones says, “but it means more popcorn for us.”
  • Jim watches most of the movie slouched back in the couch, his head resting on Bones’ lap. Bones just runs his hand through Jim’s hair absentmindedly. They don’t really touch the wine at all because gross. But they do eat popcorn, and then a heated discussion about the dumb movie ending. Enough so that Jim sits up straight so he can talk to Bones properly. And then, when Bones is losing his argument, they mostly end up making out for a while. Bones presses him into the couch and Jim happily wraps his arms around Bones’ shoulder to keep him close. By the time Uhura returns, though, they’re just sitting next to each other again. Just quietly talking, though a little closer to each other than before. “So sorry I missed the movie - was it a good one?” she asks, and Bones shrugs. “t Was alright,” he says. The two of them leave together shortly after. 
  • It happens a few more times over the next few weeks. They agree to hang out with friends; and then Sulu suddenly has to leave and the two of them are left alone. Chekov’s called back to the Bridge and somehow refuses to let Jim join him. Uhura cancels a hangout before she even arrives so it’s just the two of them again. Always the two of them. And Jim doesn’t mind, he loves Bones’ company even if he disagrees with him a lot, but it is definitely strange how the others are constantly canceling their plans. 
  • “Spock, what is all this about?” Jim asks when he catches Spock in the turbolift. "To what are you referring?“ Spock asks, "if this is about the reorganized archives, I figured it was about time someone sorted out your logs.” “You sorted out my– no, that’s not what this is about,” Jim says, “I’m talking about all of you abandoning us on nights out.” Spock raises an eyebrow at him, and then he turns his gaze back toward the lift doors. “Uhura seems to think you and doctor McCoy should be closer,” Spock finally says, and now it’s Jim’s time to raise his eyebrows. “Closer?” “Yes,” Spock says, “you can’t exactly deny the lingering looks, smiles, and… touching,” Spock says. Jim snorts, a little confused because surely Bones and himself hadn’t been that obvious about it.
  • But then Bones steps into the lift, too, and rather than actually speaking his mind to Spock, Jim reaches out to grab on to Bones’ uniform. He pulls him in closer, pressing his lips against Bones’ for a kiss. Bones let’s out a noise of protest, but he’s not actually pulling away. Rather, Jim feels those steady hands settle on his  hips, and Bones is definitely kissing him back. “What was that for?” Bones asks when Jim pulls away, throwing Spock a small smirk. “Is that close enough?” He asks, and Spock clears his throat. “I- yes, I suppose so.”