so proud of this right now

I definitely cannot think straight right now but I just want to put it out there that what Harry did tonight was incredibly brave. He didn’t have to go out and perform at all. But he did, and he did it in such an honorable way. He was clearly hurting, but he went out there and did great. I am so proud of him right now. I hope he goes home and gets the biggest hugs from his family because that’s what he deserves.

biting down

“What do you need right now?”

Kara dips her head down, shoulders raising and falling with such a weight, that oh, she wishes she could take for her sister. “I,” Kara shakes her head, runs a jerky hand through it that Alex takes, tugs her sister closer, “I don’t know Alex. I don’t-”

Kara’s arms around her aren’t as tight as she thought they’d be. Her hands hang off her back as Kara presses her face into her shoulder. “I’m so proud of you,” she repeats firmly into Kara’s hair, says it again when Kara turns her head away. Runs a hand down Kara’s back and settles it there when Kara’s arms finally wrap around her. 

(It’s still so, so loose.

A barely there pressure. As present as Kara’s stare.

Something about it chilling her down to her bones.)

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If I had the chance to speak with you for one last time I’d tell you how much I miss you. I don’t remember you too well anymore. The sound of your voice, the memories we’ve created, your face, all of it has become hazy. I was young when you departed from this world and I didn’t understand much of it. I couldn’t find the tears when I realised you were no longer here. I couldn’t feel any pain. To this day I don’t feel anything other than a sense of longing. I miss you so much. You kept our family together. You made every day full of adventures and excitement. You were more of a father to me than my biological one ever was. If I could talk with you one last time, I would tell you I miss you. The house we live in feels so empty these days. I wish I could hear your voice for one last time. I wish I could hear you sing “What a Wonderful World”. I didn’t fancy that song too much as a child but now I cherish it. Listening to it makes it feel like you’re standing right beside me humming along. I wish you were still in this world but I know you’re somewhere watching over me. I hope I’ve made you proud.
—  If I could see you one last time… // S.T.

anonymous asked:

I feel really ugly and stupid and worthless. These feelings come and go but this is the worst they've been in a long time... because I KNOW they're true. I underperform, can't properly do simple tasks. I eat trash and dress like trash. I can't do anything right.

listen, you’re not automatically worthless just because you’re not meeting the standards of society or the standards you’ve set for yourself. you’re going through a difficult period in your life right now, but this temporary state doesn’t define the totality of your being. the fact that you exist, that you’re breathing and moving and living, is absolutely beautiful. when you eat, when you get dressed, when you attempt productive tasks, you are moving forward. and i’m so proud of you for moving forward even as you hurt so much. there’s a bravery and a strength to that.

can i repeat myself? you’re brave and strong. you are at this very moment surviving, and when you get on the other side of this, you’ll be proud of yourself for your survival. until then, take your days one at a time. small steps, maybe eat one healthy food or put on your favorite shirt. make a to do list of three tasks you want to accomplish each day. work a little, and then when you have the energy, work a little more. slowly but surely you’ll get where you want to be.

it’s okay to have one bad day. it’s also okay to have a hundred bad days in a row. i believe in you and i love you dearly, not for who you could be but for who you are now. keep trying, okay? because you’re going to make it out of this. take care and let me know if you need anything

Hey, ny'all, as you all know I recently graduated from college, something I never thought I’d be able to do due to a lot of issues I’ve had with some of the classes, transportation problems, and then good ol’ mental blocks such as my good friends, depression, anxiety, and lack of self-worth. I wanted to give up so many times because of the stress and the pressure I was putting on myself from the fear of disappointing my parents (despite the fact they are totally supportive and woulda been supportive even if I did quit, it was just a me problem), and the fear of letting down my family since as of right now I’m the first man to graduate college in my entire family and being the first like that put some pressure on me. Now that I’ve managed to go through with this I finally feel completely proud of myself, but in terms of proceeding to the next step I’m facing yet another problem, well a returning problem to be exact.

Transportation cost me a potential job I had lined up. I can’t drive due to anxiety and the fact I don’t have a license, and while my dad is fine with driving me places this place was just too far and kept sucking up too much gas for us to be able to afford going there, and it didn’t help that specific area had a ton of traffic daily and that used up even more gas. So, I’m looking for another job somewhere closer by, and I’d really appreciate some help to get me started and to save up money, mainly to help my family with bills and whatnot since it’s the least I can do since my parents don’t charge me or my sister to live at home (plus having a place of your own these days is fucking hard) because I don’t know when I’ll be able to land a job. 

My paypal is any amount given or any reblog is greatly appreciated while I take on everyone’s favorite thing to do, job hunting.



A glimpse of me earlier tonight : 

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HOWEVER I AM PROUD OF MESELF HAHAAAAAAAAA and I did not cry this year. I’m fucking ridiculous. 

My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!

(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)

7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face

7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.

6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.


4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look. 

3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look. 

2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look. 

1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look. 


So proud of Jared for overcoming his fears and performing in front of so many people. I think Jensen was more proud than all of us combined. You can just tell from his smile alone. And I love how all the guys just formed a protective circle around Jared and just hugged and kissed him at the end. They are a great bunch of people!
This is one of those moments I will always revisit when I need a pick me up. And since my friend Kylie is going through a really tough time right now, I dedicate this set to her ♥  (x,x)

as a kid I watched her all the time and she was like my biggest idol and I’d say I wanted to be Miley when I’d grow up and now my 13 years old self (I’m 21 now) would be so damn proud now to read this billboard interview, how she decided to give up drugs and smoking and take herself seriously and use her talent right. best of luck for her, so happy to see someone with good heart back on right track, you know what they say life is the climb but the view is great, there’s ups and downs, but you will always find your way back home, welcome back, Miles ;) xx 

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.


He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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