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Emoji Spell - Safe Travels

I don’t know about you guys, but the weather around here is absolutely crappy.

But I still want to bless everyone with safe travels. Regardless of weather.

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but can we talk about how he gave him his match worn jersey from his first PL goal!!!!

let me set it up for you. this was not some publicity visit arranged by the spurs PR team. this was not some carefully crafted moment set with a boom mic and proper lighting. this was a family desperate to make their sick son’s dreams come true reaching out to dele’s family. this was doubt that the busy footballer would actually take the time to stop in on his day off between travelling back to England after a taxing cl game and other obligations already arranged for that day.

this was dele looking in his wardrobe that morning and wondering what he could possibly bring to someone so young and so sick other than his own presence (as if that wouldn’t have made it everything anyway!), and seeing something he’s cherished for over a year and probably would have for the rest of his life. something priceless to him. did he even hesitate?

2 days. 2 days between little Tony’s parents reaching Dele’s and Dele showing up next to his hospital bed and spending a few hours playing FIFA and leaving behind something of sentimental value to both of them, and not just the memories. 

au where midna chooses to stay

where she and zelda share a heart and she realizes zelda knows what she’s going to do, and how much it would hurt the both of them, and she chooses her own heart rather than the greater good

and she learns, later, that having the kingdoms linked, and being together with zelda was the best decision she could have made, for herself, and everyone around her

both kingdoms thrive with the knowledge shared between them and midna and zelda visit each other often, and peace stays for the rest of their days

and they are happy together

You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.
—  Maya Angelou