seeking his love

Light looks up, letting himself meet L’s eyes at last. L looks down at him, eyes wide. Their joined hands lay cradled between their chests. The sounds of all the guests, the music, the merrymaking… they fall quiet and defeated, slaughtered by the harsh pounding of blood racing through two hearts.

So lately I’ve been reading (and loving) “Seeking His Hand”, its a beautiful Lawlight fic full of so much pureness and fluff and it’s so lovely and oh god /shot/ …I was going somewhere with that but my emotions won’t let me. My point. It’s very good. It has a historical setting (Victorian, I think?) And It reminds me a lot of  Pride and Prejudice (The only work of Jane Austen I have read) because of the adorable nature of the love between the protagonists.  If you love this pairing, please read it. I highly recommend it.

Anyway, here’s a quick sketch of how I picture Mr. Lawliet in my head. I have to say he’s been my favourite since the beginning. And his oh-so-famous poet’s shirt ~

If I have the time i’ll definitely try to draw more things related to it in the future.

I hope the author likes this, I’m kind of nervous, haha ~

Dear Papa
Papa,
I’ve been hurting-
But I refuse to let you see me cry,
I refuse to let you see valleys and warm streams flow from my face- so I’ve been collecting jars of tears over the years and saving them just for you. Hoping that one day you’ll get thirsty enough to find me where no words would be exchanged. I’ll offer you a glass of tears hoping it not only quench your thirst but fill you with the parts of me that I’ve purged.
Papa
The implications of your actions have affected others beyond the means of your reach like half thought out plans never to be executed- like solitary confinement with steel bars, it was you who was the key to me…..and you still chose to leave, and now a mother lost her baby but found a man who was only 8years old. you stole his chance to be because from early he was always told to be a man but had no idea of what that concept meant but fought to live this form of identity because papa like a thief in the night you stole more than an innocent girls virginity, you stole her joy and left her empty to raise a man who resembled you, a man who never got a chance to be a child
You stole all she had and left nothing for me, not even the touch of a mothers love because all she knew of love laid ideally between her legs and you her mathematician divided them and multiplied and then subtracted yourself from the equation leaving her with no answer and she would go over the problem each time while staring at me wondering why things didn’t added up and now you left me with a mother and grandmother playing mommy and daddy,
And now at 28 I still feel the hold you have on her after three kids as if she was trying to find you in other men and even though I was forced to be a man, I was never man enough to fill her the way you did. all that you left for me was the scraps after you had your fill and that little taste never filled me, I had to die daily to myself, As I watched you live and there wasn’t any mourning or tears aside from the bellowing sound of my own voice as I laid myself to rest, I was forced to live with a stranger in a haunted house as the ghost of you plagued me and the stranger was me, I had to carry the burden of humanity which was to feel and not feel at the same time and I waited between both praying for direction, praying for you papa but you couldn’t hear me, You couldn’t hear me through long distances that disconnected us, you could hear me over the sound of your own pride that you somehow couldn’t put to the side so another man had to be my teacher, It was he who taught me the birds and the bees, but I still reserved a few duties for you. But all I got were empty seats and vacant memories of me standing there..
Papa,
Am i not flesh of your own flesh and blood of your own blood, then why have you allowed unspoken words to form sharp nails that pin me down at night, why have you allowed me to bear another man’s name in the absence of yours, why, did you not think of what would happen when young girls laid down and became young woman? Did you not know a boy would seek the love of his father like he seeks the love of himself but both nowhere to be found, I remember how much I would ingest heavy blows meant for you papa, some punches were mine and others were hers but both tasted the same… and I still went to bout for you, I gave hard jabs and stiff right hooks not noticing I was fighting myself, You set sail and left me ashore so papa why do I feel I like I’m the one drowning?

Dear Papa, I miss you but I think she misses you more..

By: Leon T.

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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.01 | Atomic Canary

Surprise.

anonymous asked:

Remus fluffffff for blurb night?? My cutie needs to be appreciated and cuddled after a long week at school and he seeks his lovely girlfriend for that but she is chilling with the marauders? Just mainly super fluffy, cuddly Remus lol

Remus let out a relieved sigh as he finally made it through the portrait hole and into the cozy, familiar Gryffindor common room after a long week of classes. All he wanted to do was find you and fall asleep in your arms. 

Thankfully, he didn’t have to search very long as he saw you seated on one of the couches with Remus’ roommates. Great, thought Remus, his inner voice slightly bitter. It’s not that Remus didn’t enjoy being with his roommates, but tonight he really just needed to be alone. Alone with you, that is. 

“Remus,” you chirped, pleased to see you boyfriend. “Join us?”

He forced a smile and moved to couch. Plopping down beside you, he waved at the boys lazily. 

“Welcome back, Moony,” James chuckled, “we were beginning to think we’d never see you again, what with how often you’re in the library.”

Remus didn’t answer but simply lowered his head so he could rest it on your shoulder. 

The boys went back to their incessant chattering as you glanced at your weary wolf. His eyes were half-closed and his stare was blank. 

Gently, shrugging him off, you stood pulling him with you, “We’ll see you lot, later.”

The boys waved as you led Remus in the direction of his dorm.

“Tired, love?” you asked with a small smile as you walked through the door.

“Mhm,” he replied, falling to his bed in a heap.

“Alright, let’s you get you to bed then, sleepyhead.”

You removed his shoes and got his pajamas out for him, which he gladly changed into while you ran to change into yours. 

When you returned, Remus was laying in his bed, tucked under his blankets. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to just let you get some sleep?” you double-checked.

“No,” he answered hastily, “stay. Please?” His plea was childish and one you could never say no to. 

“Okay, scoot over, then.”

Remus slid to the side and then onto his side, allowing you to collapse onto the bed with him. You made yourself comfortable and turned over so you could enclose Remus in your arms. You feel asleep quickly, Remus’ face buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath soothing you to sleep. 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Slow Mornings // Spencer Reid x Reader Drabble

Prompt: Drabble #52 “Can I kiss you?” from this list

Requested by: Anonymous

The sun was peeking through the curtains as it began to fill the room with warmth. You hummed in happiness as Spencer slowly ran his fingers through your hair. The movement continued on for a few minutes before he stopped, grinning as he lightly shoved you.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” he chuckled as he stroked your bare back. 

“No,” you groaned as you buried your face in your pillow. You hugged the bedsheets closer to your body, simultaneously tearing them away from Spencer. He laughed before wrestling them away from you and pulling your body towards his.

You opened your eyes at the sudden movement and looked at him through heavy eyelids. You yawned as you blinked in an attempt to wake yourself. Spencer grinned as he watched your sleepy face. He loved seeing you like this- your face clean of makeup and a dreamy look in your eyes. It was the reason he enjoyed the fact that he was an early riser unlike you who preferred to sleep in. It gave him the opportunity to wake you every morning and watch you unfold from your sleepy grace.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. Your head leaned into his hand on instinct, your body seeking his loving touch.

“You’re asking if you can kiss me after what we did last night?” you asked teasingly in a soft voice. A small laugh rumbled through his chest as his heart fluttered at your sleepy voice. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re always a gentleman. That’s why I love you.” You spoke softly as you kissed his lips tenderly. He smiled as your eyes fell closed again.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you in an hour,” he mumbled against your hair as you nestled into him. You hummed in agreement before falling back to sleep in his warm embrace. He sighed happily as he held you, looking forward to waking you once again.

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siverwrites  asked:

Klavier

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

He’s such a good and unique character in terms of prosecutors and had SO MUCH POTENTIAL and capcom just. abandons him.

thelamplighter17  asked:

I sympathize with your husband search. I'm almost twenty and have never been involved with a guy before, but not for lack of trying. Of course my university being like 2/3's girls doesn't help matters any :/

I’m not necessarily actively “searching” per se but I definitely get moments of wow I sure wouldn’t mind falling in love NOW :) :) :) and let’s admit–when you get those moments, it can be pretty difficult, especially if you see almost everyone around you is actually falling in love except for you lol

The only thing I can tell you is this–bring that into God’s hands and let Him take care of it. It doesn’t matter if your university has mostly girls. If He wills it, He will make a way. Just focus your attention and affection on the Father. Seek first His Kingdom. His love–which is far better than life itself–will fill up all the empty spaces of your heart :) 

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Let’s talk about my first ZukaBeth (1998 Sorakumi) experience…

It was earthquake like dazing from the beginning to the end! The only other show doing this to me is Datenshi no Namida / Tarantela! 💕

The prologue is orgasmic: the voices from all cast members are amazing. The atmosphere is stifling and dare I say violent? And Kozuki Wataru crazed eyes….perfection !

The performers are all 200% in it….and what a cast 💕💕💕

Shizuki Asato’ Tod is envious and agressif. Better than a soft/cinnamon roll puppy I think.

Hanafusa Mari IS Elisabeth.

Wao Youka as a puppet like emperor is convincing.

Izumo Aya’s Sophie soooo strict and cruel ha ha

And ASAMI HIKARU…this is HER role 💕 a vulnerable , lonely and lost young prince seeking his mother’s love. When Rudolf is struggling with der Tod it’s emotionally charged. Zunko and Komu are really emotionally and physically involved. Komu’s voice and body are shaking…..she’s sooooo into this performance 🙌🏻

Well BRAVO

Now I know why so many of you are ZukaBeth fans lol

Kashuu Kiyomitsu

Based on his early design and quotes in Touken Ranbu (Game) in dmm, most interpretation of his character are based on his remarks on beauty and how he seeks love from his master. It’s common to find whiny, grouchy, jealous and overbearing Kiyomitsu in many fanfictions, that depicts this precious baby as some jealous,possessive and selfish character, in which, even the anime has confirmed, he is not so.

Look at him, how can you think so lowly of this precious baby??????? HOW

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anonymous asked:

What is YOUR FAVOUEJTE TBING ABOHT FLAH JENSEN

i simply cannot choose one thing i love about clay jensen

so here’s the truth:

i love his heart

his genuine, ridiculously loving, life-seeking heart

i love his shyness, the way he has to build up all the words

in his head, before saying them

even if they come out flawed

i love his innocence, and how much he, irrevocably, loved hannah baker

i love his scandalous kindness and the way it lingers, even in his anger

i love that clay jensen feels

and he’s not afraid to let his feelings come crashing down

on the shore of people around him, ruthlessly honest

and fearless

Ten Stories: The Narrative in Brief

February, 1878

On February 8th, 1878, somewhere in Montana, a circus train carrying a large number of imprisoned animals is racing a blizzard to it’s destination.  While traveling at full speed along a mountain pass, Mother Elephant addresses the animals from her cage in a car of the train.  She announces that the time has come for their escape, and derails the train by her sheer strength.  The crash is tremendous, and the animals are free to escape if they so choose.  Among the animals present is Walrus, Fox, Bear, Rabbit, Peacock, and Tiger.  When the authorities descend on the scene in order to recapture the animals and restore order, Mother Elephant sacrifices herself by staying behind.  Tiger also stays behind in his cage, afraid to leave because of his pessimistic view of the outside world.  The other animals flee into the night.

Grist for the Malady Mill

In the aftermath of the crash, news of the destruction is spreading through the human communities and the authorities are hunting down the animals.  Peacock is captured after an indecisive moment on a fence post leads to him displaying his plumage and subsequently finding himself in the net of a policeman.  Rabbit flees in the direction of his home, Walrus wanders north toward the Canadian border, and Fox and Bear head toward Yellowstone National Park.  Meanwhile, Mother Elephant awaits her fate in a jail cell as the ire of the townsfolk increases.  She is confronted by legendary railway engineer Casey Jones, who tells her that she has failed and that her friends have likely died.  Mother Elephant remains unfazed.

East Ender’s Wives

Rabbit is distracted from his journey when he meets, and begins a relationship with, a footloose fortune teller.  Her debauchery and prophetic powers quickly lead Rabbit astray as he falls ever more deeply in love.  The relationship comes to an abrupt end when the fortune teller runs off in the night, boarding a boat bound for Australia.  Rabbit is devastated, focusing on what the relationship was for a short time rather than what it had obviously become.  Before moving on with his journey, he finds a cryptic note left for him by the fortune teller warning him that “All our dad’s die.”

Cardiff Giant

The circus is devastated with much of the animal acts missing.  Thus they work their two remaining prisoners, Tiger and Peacock, to the bone, forcing them to perform endless shows for the con-men who run the circus and their audiences.  Overcome with despair as they are put on display with oddities like the fraudulent Cardiff Giant, Tiger and Peacock attempt to regain some semblance of their self-worth in the two-person community they share among enemies.  Their solution comes in a lesson in self-denial as taught to them by Potter Wasp, who sings to them from the floorboards in their trailer.

Elephant in the Dock

The day has come for Mother Elephant’s trial.  The trial proves to be a sham, with a death sentence pre-determined due to the ever-growing anger of the crowds.  Elephant calmly approaches the gallows without a fight, and addresses the crowd, telling them that they have no real power over her.  She is hung as the crowd jeers.

Aubergine

Meanwhile, somewhere near the seashore, a fish has an existential crisis of perspective when he realizes that the woman on the shore named Aubergine, for whom he has been pining, is merely an eggplant.

Fox’s Dream of the Log Flume

Fox and Bear are wandering through the wilderness while having a philosophical debate about how exactly one can know God.  Fox’s mind is ever changing and she is beginning to push Bear’s mind in many different directions, as he concludes simultaneously that there is no God, while also being determined that He exists.  During the course of their conversation, Bear recounts an embarrassing story from his past:  Romancing a young Anabaptist girl on the Asbury Park Pier in New Jersey, Bear awkwardly confesses to fantasizing about push children from the top of the log flume ride.  He then attempts to propose marriage to her and is immediately rejected.  This prompts Fox to recount a dream she has had the night before in which Bear jumps from the top of a log flume ride and dies on the shore while Fox and a gathering crowd looks on.  Bear’s dreams are less prophetic, full of warm woolen socks.  The two continue on into the wilderness, penniless and hungry.

Nine Stories

Walrus is attempting to remove himself from society entirely, becoming something of a monk in the northern tundra.  A short distance away, a hedonistic barn owl looks on.  As Owl has never seen anything like Walrus before, Owl determines that he must have Walrus for himself by any means necessary, even if it means marriage.  Owl approaches Walrus with the proposal, but is rebuffed by Walrus’ eremitic determination.  They then trade tales of their own varied experiences that have led them to their own idea of fulfillment.  Owl mentions nesting in amazing places and flying with Paiute Indians.  Walrus recounts his involvement in the end of the American Civil War and the time he witnessed a human pyramid formed by acrobats that reached nine stories into the sky.  Realizing that they are at something of a stalemate in this debate, Walrus warns Owl that if his life of excess ever falls short of true fulfillment, a spiritual life is available to him.  Owl counters with a standing invitation for the monastic creature to abandon his ideals for the pursuit in pleasure.

Fiji Mermaid

The circus is failing in the wake of the animals’ desertion.  Once a thriving business, the circus has become little more than a sideshow, with lame attractions failing to bring in new customers.  The centerpiece of the show is now a taxidermic fraud, a monkey sewn to a fish and displayed as a Mermaid from Fiji.  Faced with the possibility of bankruptcy, the carnival folk confront their own base nature, but ultimately fail to change their ways.

Bear’s Vision of St. Agnes

Fox and Bear are starving in the wilderness.  Fox bemoans the fact that Bear has followed her into exile rather than seek out his former love in his newfound freedom.  As they approach the edge of a cliff, Bear has a vision of St. Agnes and is inspired to tell Fox a very important lie.  He claims that he recognizes this cliff, and that his twin brother recently died and was laid to rest at its base.  Bear suggests that Fox make the descent to the bottom and use his “brother” as a food source, while he remains at the top and hibernates.  As she obeys, Bear leaps from the cliff to his death, providing the body needed for Fox’s food.  The story has come full circle, Bear’s sacrifice for a friend mirroring Mother Elephant’s.  As he falls, Bear considers this act victorious, and wonders if perhaps his death will bring him back to the Asbury Pier where, for a fleeting moment, he was happy and free.

Epilogue: Other Stories

Julian the Onion

The circus has re-railed its train and continued it’s journey.  Along the way, they kidnap a new attraction: a small deformed boy named Julian whose onion-shaped head makes him the star of a freak show.  Mistreated and mocked by a jeering crowd, Julian warns them that they will soon face eternal judgment, before himself dying as they look on.

Four Fires

Rabbit has been slowly making his way home in the wake of his disastrous relationship.  Between odd-jobs he performs while also evading the law, he sends a letter to his seven sisters that announces his imminent return to his family farm.  Eager to once again take part in the hymns sung by his family, and greet his estranged father, Rabbit instead finds four funereal candles lit in honor of his father’s untimely demise.  At first racked with despair, Rabbit seeks comfort in his mother’s arms and in the idea that his father went to his grave standing firm in the idea that love would prevail in the end.  This proves to be the cure for his own mistrust of the concept of love.  As his mother sings to him, Rabbit resolves to focus his love not on things fleeting, but onto his eternal Creator.

Halloween 2015 Rec List!

Let’s see, to start with I have my 2013 Halloween list and this monster list (featuring vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and zombies). Here are the more recent stories I would add:

Monster Stories

Monster Smut

Halloween Stories

Halloween Smut!

Hannibal waking up in the morning with his nose pressed up against Will’s hairy sweaty armpit becoming the murder husbands norm

I’m gay and I believe in God. I love Him and will always voice it. He’s my savior. But, being gay and having a relationship with God is hard. Not because He loves me any less, but because the people who claim to be Christian’s or religious make it hard for me. For many years after I came out, I was convinced I would burn in hell. That I wouldn’t be allowed in Gods kingdom and it was terrifying. I distanced away from my relationship with Him and started being reckless, but I finally came to terms with how wrong everyone is. How THEY are the ones who are wrong by condemning me. By “throwing the first stone” and how God loves me the exact same. I genuinely believe He sees our hearts and urges us to love the way He loved.

This song always gets me. Reminding us to just come as we are and to seek His love. To know that the only thing important is the relationship between you and Him. Not the church. Not the people. Not their words. Just love.

I’m not ashamed that I have a love for God. ❤️

kittyhunnie  asked:

cute things about sehun: his half moon eyes when he smiles/laughs, his tiny teeth poking out when he laughs, the :[ face he always makes, when his tongue pokes out, when he gets all shy & looks down & laughs slightly, his laugh & smile in general, the way his shoulders shake when he laughs, when he goes to another member to seek some affection, his love for vivi, the way he still slightly lisps when he gets excited, how he looks at his fans, when he claps for every little thing, i could go on :D

His pretty lil teeth and the :[ face are adorable ahhh. Licking his lips and all his shy habits are so cute, he’s really still so smol and needs to be protected at all times even when he’s being a sassy dork ^^

Send me cute Sehun things!