takes burden away

anonymous asked:

Why does a larrie have a quote from Jay on their blog when they don't remember her as the proud grandmother she was. Makes me sad.

This ask makes me sad too.

I said I wasn’t going to shy away from saying how I feel anymore so now’s as good a time as any to put that into practice. I have a quote from Jay in my bio because I loved her, respected her, and looked up to her, as a mum and as a person. I plan on keeping it there.

I am a larrie, yes. I make no apologies for that. I believe Harry and Louis are together. And initially, my analysis of babygate was to debunk to prove that Louis wouldn’t be in this mess because he’s not straight, but it goes far beyond that.

I don’t believe Jay was a proud grandmother. I believe she had to play along with this stunt for the sake of her son, often stepping in and taking on the role of proud grandmother to take some of the burden away from him, even when she was ill, unbeknownst to us.

Jay caught a lot of flack from some people for her role in babygate but I always understood. She did what she thought she had to do for her son. A mother’s love knows no bounds. I would most likely kill someone if they severely hurt my child, and that’s not an empty threat or hyperbole. I would move a mountain just to make them smile. I know that’s what Jay wanted for all of her children, their happiness.

And so she played a role, and she played it well. And you can feel free to disagree with me about that, but I believe Jay was doing what she felt was right for her child. As any mother worth their salt would.

Can you tell me why she removed all of Freddie’s photos off her Instagram? And before you come back with an answer about privacy, remember that her son and the child’s own supposed mother and family happily splashed (and continue to splash) his image all over social media.

Jay was an extraordinary woman, wife, and mother. And that’s how I choose to remember her. I think, at the very least, we can all agree on that.

anonymous asked:

for your otp questions: 5, 8, 16. 22. 23, 26, 27, 30

16 and 30 are answered here, 27 here!

5. Who goes to sleep first?
Betty loved to watch him sleep. He took on a whole new demeanour when he fell into the depths of slumber. The lines disappeared from his forehead, the pinch between his brows straightening out. The grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth slackened as his soft, pink lips dropped open to let out slow, even breaths.

She watched the way his thick, dark lashes fluttered as his eyes watched the dreams behind his lids. The way a slight flush crept over his cheeks as the heat beneath the blankets held him close in its embrace. She’d sometimes trace it with her cool fingertip, adoring the way his nose scrunched up briefly before settling back against the pillows with a soft sigh. Sometimes his shirt would ride up slightly, revealing a slither of smooth pale skin for her eyes to roam over unhindered.

He was relaxed in a way he never could be in wakefulness. She wished it didn’t have to be like that, wanting more than anything to take away every burden that rest on his young shoulders. But for now she was content enough in the knowledge that he got some peace, even if just for a few hours.

And, of course, when she woke up the next morning he was always there, staring down at her from behind sleep-tussled hair, the same adoring expression she was sure she wore the night before in his bright blue eyes.

8. Who says ‘I love you’ first?
He was watching her chew on her lower lip as she stared at the screen in front of her with a pinched brow. She’d been stressing over this article for the past week, always telling him that it still wasn’t quite right, that she couldn’t find the words that would fit perfectly on the page. He knew she was stressing over nothing, that it was probably brilliant just as it was, but he also knew that she was too stubborn to ever listen.

A few loose tendrils of hair framed her face as she tugged on it in relentless frustration. She’d kicked her sneakers off a while ago, tucking her legs beneath her on the seat in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, Jughead thought. He couldn’t take his eyes from her bottom lip, swelling up and darkening beneath her ministrations.

“I love you.” His words echoed out across the otherwise silent room. He startled, surprised by his own actions as her eyes snapped to his, wide and shining.

“What did you say?” she breathed. This was his chance to take it back, stop from scaring her off… but he couldn’t lie, not how he’d felt those words on his tongue, how they sounded in his voice. He knew.

“I love you,” he repeated with unflinching conviction. A breathtaking grin spread across her face as a stray tear slipped down her cheek.

“I love you, too.”

22. Who has the crazy ex?
I’m sorry but I really didn’t have an answer for this one!!

23. Who handles their drink better?
“Juggie!” Betty shrieked gleefully as his familiar beanie caught her slightly glazed eyes. She started towards him, tripping over her own feet and falling gracelessly into his chest, arms coming up quickly to steady her.

“Whoa, slow down, Betts,” he mumbled, trying to right her again, pulling back to look into her unfocused eyes, sighing in resignation. “Who let her get like this?” he demanded, moving to look over Betty’s shoulder, sending an accusing glare Veronica’s way. Veronica’s eyes widened, palms lifted in surrender.

“Hey, it wasn’t me! She couldn’t be stopped, it was Cheryl’s fault. She kept getting at her, daring her to drink these shots,” Veronica explained, looking at Betty with cautious eyes as she hiccuped. “I tried to talk her out of it…” Betty swayed slightly, Jughead’s arms tightening around her waist.

“It doesn’t matter now, I’ll take her home,” he sighed, steering Betty towards the front door, snagging a bottle of water from the drinks fridge on their way out.

The walk back to the Cooper’s was painfully slow. Jughead spent most of the time trying to figure out a way to get her to her room without invoking the wrath of her mother. The last thing Betty would need in the morning would be the harsh tones of an Alice Cooper lecture.

“’m s-sorry, Juggie,” Betty slurred, less walking now and more being dragged as she leaned heavily against his side. “I just- I was just fed up of Cheryl, always telling me what a goody goody I am. Wanted to show her,” she hiccuped again, “show her that she was wrong.” She blinked slowly, raising her tired eyes to meet Jughead’s. His look softened as he took in his drunken girlfriend, her flushed cheeks, her wide, innocent eyes. He couldn’t be mad at her.

“It’s ok, Betty, I’m not mad at you. I just wish you didn’t feel like you had to prove yourself to them,” he sighed, pushing some loose golden tendrils back from her damp forehead. She hummed, nuzzling her face further into his shoulder.

“Love you, Jug,” she whispered, fingers coming up to grab a fistful of his shirt. His heart thudded erratically in his chest, smile creeping onto his face at her honest declaration. He’d never get enough of hearing that.

26. Who has the most scars?
It had taken every ounce of courage she had left in her to show him her palms, open and unguarded, as the latest indents from her fingernails were healing, tender and bruising around the edges. Her heart felt as if it could burst, unable to contain the emotions she felt as he wrapped her fists up in gentle hands and brought them to his lips. It was too much, she wasn’t used to this kind of unadulterated understanding from another person. She was always so scared to let her imperfections show, and it was in doing that that she had presented herself in an image that she loathed.

It took her a little longer to show him the rest. The tiny indents in her forearms, on her shoulders, her thighs, her waist. All places she could grab onto to ground herself, pierce with her fingernails in moments of unsteady dizziness, when she felt like all the darkness inside of her would swell up and break free, leaving her powerless to stop it.

A river of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she lay herself bare before him. She wanted, no, she needed to do this, to let him know every single part of her like she wanted to know him. This was it for her, being with Jughead. No more secrets and no more lies. She’d averted her eyes, unable to watch as he looked over every inch of her, sucking in a sharp breath. She knew he wouldn’t judge her, but there was a small voice inside of her that wouldn’t stop telling her otherwise.

She sucked in a breath at the first touch of his cool, soothing lips against her shoulder. He spent time, kissing each and every one of the tiny white crescent shaped marks, laving them with soft attention, showing her that he acknowledged her flaws but still loved her nonetheless. She closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky, relieved breath as she focused all her attention on his welcome touches.

It was only when he got to her thighs that she felt small drops of wetness drip onto her skin. Her eyes fluttered open to find wet trails left down his pallid cheeks as he continued his journey exploring every inch of her body. She cupped his cheek as he stared up at her with clear, blue eyes. This was right, she thought, as she pulled him back up to her, tucking herself against his side as they covered themselves with Betty’s duvet. This was good.

Such a Pity...

…that I spent the last two hours writing this. Seriously, I have so much other nonsense I need to do, and yet here I am… doing this. Someone told me that another author actually started a long term Labyrith!AU on AO3, but I haven’t seen it, so if you come across it let me know? Why did I write this??? What is wrong with me????? Why??? WHY????

But I’m not gonna actually write this whole thing, I just wrote this part because IF I were to write a Tomarry Labyrinth AU… It would go something like this:

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So I spent the last week in Prison.

It’s hard to put into words what I saw and heard from the women there as I listened to their stories, but I’ll do my best.

What I saw was faith that surpassed my understanding. Faith that was stronger than mine. Faith that trusted wholeheartedly. I can tell you with absolute assurance that I want faith like the inmates have. I want that freedom. I want that trust. Did you know that more than 60% of people in prison experienced trauma in their youth? Did you know that I’ve never met people who are more unwilling to blame their circumstances for the mistakes they’ve made. I mean if anyone has a right to blame their past for their brokenness, it was these women. They faced sexual assault, physical abuse, death of family members, addictions, and I even listened to a story of kidnapping. And yet, they would always tell me that they made the choices that landed them in prison. “I have only myself to blame” they would tearfully explain to me. But what really surprised me was this fact- they didn’t see prison as their rock-bottom. Prison was God’s divine rescue. They saw their lifestyles in the “free-world” as the real prison that had them trapped. Now is prison a good and happy place to be? No, absolutely not. But prison gave them hope, because it was a chance for change, for reconciliation, and for healing.

Well I’ll just share a little something with you- I am naturally skeptically of a supernatural God. I believe in God with everything that I am, but believing that he works in our world in another thing entirely. I just can’t see God at work the way others recognize so clearly. When I met these women this week, I wondered if God ever actually worked through miracles, or if people just made stories up because they wanted it so badly. But the inmates of the prison did not share my doubts. They are not afraid to ask God for what they need, and I have seen prayers answered in ways I never expected to believe happened. They told me of the worst life circumstances, and the desperate cry for help. Then they gave me the gospel. I was worried I would have to work on my evangelism skills, but I think I was the one being mentored this week. They told me of the anger, grief and guilt they carried for so long, and the supernatural shift to forgiveness and freedom by the blood of Jesus Christ. And I want faith like that Lord.

So here’s my question to all of you who weren’t at a women’s prison this week (10/10 would recommend)- what is your prison? What are you so trapped in that you’ve given up hope? Who can’t you forgive (it might be yourself)? Well here’s the good news- you don’t have to stay in that prison anymore. Let it go. I know you don’t want to, because I don’t want to give up my anger, guilt, fear, and grief either. It keeps me going. It’s familiar. I don’t know how to live without it. But here’s the thing, there is freedom in surrender. Even if you don’t know how, tell God that it’s time. Tell him that he can take away your burden. Tell him you’re ready for freedom.

It’s not going to happen overnight, but you can heal. You can break your addictions and you can turn away from your lifestyle. I’ve seen it happen. We can’t heal on our own, but God can get you through this crisis. I know because I trust that God answers prayers, and he does it supernaturally.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about some of the things dabb was saying for 12x19?

Well, it’s not NEW information. Cas is always doing whatever he does for the Winchester…well, more so for Dean, lets be honest here. He wants to take this burden away, save them…and so he goes to extremes. I hope the episode addresses how this is a bad pattern that the poor love keeps getting stuck in.

I hope Joshua site him the fuck down and says: “So. You fell in love with a human.” “Humanity is…” “No. Not humanity. One specific human. Is that what matters to you? More than your family? More than Heaven.”

The answer of course is fuck yeah. 

I have this dream that he’ll realize the love thing, try to tell Dean and get shot down and THAT’S why he’s missing for a few episodes…but we’ll see.

anonymous asked:

aw. aren't you the cutest? men who are scared of strong women are so adorable.

I know what strong women are, Anon. I was raised by them. My grandmother grew up in Nazi Poland, watched nearly every adult male member of her family be gunned down or shot, immigrated to the States, married at 19, and raised 3 daughters in a working-class environment, and still did it with dignity, faith, security and resilient, indomitable love. My mother worked her way to TWO PhDs in STEM fields in the 70s. Oh yeah, she also did it while fighting cancer, and winning.

I know what strong women are, Anon. I’d want no one else in my life. Strong women don’t mew about manspreading, air-conditioning, or demand that men #giveyourmoneytowomen. Most of all, strong women, like any strong, compassionate human being, have the milk of human kindness in their hearts, they value the lives of men, their challenges, their future. They love men, and don’t find it a burden or taking anything away from protecting THEIR OWN rights to fight for them. Most of all, Strong women are not those who sit terrified of clapping, a man greeting them, or even catcalling, and they do NOT have to put anyone else down to make themselves feel stronger, or appear better.

No, anon, I don’t fear strong women. I value them. The ones I despise are these pusillanimous hypocrites who demand respect but show nothing worth respecting, and give no respect to others. Most of today’s feminist mouthpieces are NOT strong women. In fact I don’t think they’ve progressed beyond childhood.

          headcanon regarding ; family & childhood

rest your weary head on the lap of your mother  ;  allow her to take away the burden of a  HEAVY  heart. relish the comfort brought by tender hands and softly whispered words. you are her  OLDEST  child, her  ONLY  son. don’t forget to breathe, even when the weight of expectations lays heavy upon your lungs. 

your youngest sister was only 2, and you had just reached the  FRAGILE  age of 8, when you had to bury your father ( his body was to be laid down in the earth  ;  but his  MEMORY  still haunts you. even after all these years. ) the girls wept, your mother  BROKE  but you weren’t allowed such pleasures. weren’t allowed to cling to those simple acts of relief for your broken heart. from that moment you were no longer a boy  ;  you filled the hole left in his absence.

LEAVE  your childhood behind to become a man. no longer are your sisters allowed to dress you up ( although in secret, you still braid their hair when your mother spends her days  WAISTING  away in her bed from a broken heart. )  perhaps you watched with  ENVY  as the two of them played in the sun, but in the end you  KNEW  that this was all for them. for them you would suffer the worst faith  ;  after all, you  LOVE  them, do you not      

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requested

Being best friends with Derek Hale would include:

“would you stop looking so brooding all the time damnit”
• jumping on Derek while he’s sitting down
• Derek always confiding in you
• Stiles having a thing for you
“No. Absolutely not. Even look in her direction and I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth”
• binge watching tv shows together
• staying at the loft
• stealing Derek’s shirts because you love how big they are on you
• being a pack-mom figure
• the pack being surprised when Derek jokes around and is sassy with you, particularly Stiles
“wait you actually understand what sarcasm and joking around is? What have you done with Derek Hale”
• you and Derek giving each other these looks when Peter opens his mouth
• long drives
• Derek taking you to new places
• frequent dinners at little cafes and diners
• wearing his leather jacket
• actually being able to make Derek smile
• Derek loves spending time with you as you take the burden and suffering away when you’re with him
• “you have the worst taste in women. I told you she was an evil bitch, but did you listen to me? No!”
• Derek always saying how annoying you are, but he couldn’t live with you really
• movie nights
• long hugs, even though Derek doesn’t like to show affection
• Derek loving how immature you can be sometimes as it makes him feel like a teenager again, before his family was killed
• showing you any remaining pictures or objects from before his family was killed
• like the photograph he keeps on him of him giving Cora a piggy back ride
• telling you about his family and fond memories
• having to remind Derek that he doesn’t have to do everything alone
• being protective of you
• he doesn’t have many people left he trusts wholeheartedly so he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you
“I’m pretty sure you’re shirtless more often than not”
“are you sure you want to eat that? You’re starting to look a bit flabby”
• boxing with Derek
• him teaching you basic self defence
• frequently getting thrown over Derek’s shoulder
• “put me down you son of a bitch, I’ll kick your werewolf ass!”
• You calling Derek sourwolf
• Derek knowing how much you hate waking up/mornings and pushing you out of bed
• bringing out the immature side of Derek
• going for trips in the forest
• whether it just be walks
• stargazing
• or camping
“do you even own a shirt?!”
“don’t flash your eyes and fangs at me, do it yourself”
• stare offs where you look at each other with eyebrows raised, waiting for the other to surrender 
• going and sitting on him
• intimidating the pack when you’re mad
• being a best friend and annoying little sister to Derek
• though you two bring out the children in one another, you both can always rely on the other no matter what as you always have each other’s backs

anonymous asked:

Could u do like hurt/comfort bluesy hcs?

Hello, anon. :)
So because I like to Suffer, allow me to write some headcanons about gansey comforting blue for his own death.
(This is probably going to be more about the Aftermath of TRK, before the epilogue)
• after gansey comes back to life, everything is a bit of a chaotic blur, and it isn’t for several hours before blue and gansey get a second by themselves to try to process what happened
• they all drive back to 300 fox way, and the second they walk through the door, Maura is ushering them back out because blue needs go get her eye stitched up again
• so the gangsey takes a trip to the E.R. ronan is on the phone with declan and matthew the entire time, adam can’t stop looking at ronan and gansey because he needs to see that they’re both alive alive alive, and gansey is most likely in a dissociated state, but he keeps trying to make conversation with Henry until he eventually zones out completely and just sits in the hospital waiting room in silence until blue comes out
• when blue is done getting her stitches and she comes out into the hallway she sees gansey sitting there, utterly expressionless and unmoving, and for a second she panics and thinks he might actually be dead, that her grief ridden brain just made up a hallucination of gansey coming back to life but now the illusion was broken and she had to face the fact that her boy king was dead
• she says his name, nothing more than a strangled whisper because that’s all she can manage, and gansey snaps back to find blue silently sobbing
• on the drive back to 300 fox way, blue and gansey are in the backseat clinging to each other as if a tornado might come through at any minute and try to tear them away from each other
• once back at Fox Way, the kids take turns in the tiny bathroom getting cleaned up, cups of badly made tea are pressed into each of their hands, and the women sit them all down and over the course of a few hours, they finally drag the story of what happened out of the kids
• Henry’s the only one who can talk about gansey’s death without shutting down completely, so he quietly chokes out that part of the story, and once he says the words “blue kissed him an then he just-” blue bolts to her feet and runs into the kitchen without a word
• everyone falls silent
• and then they hear the sound of blue puking in the sink
• gansey goes to her, of course, and wraps his arms around her and presses her into his body like he can hold her together if he just holds her tight enough
• and blue is clinging to him and sobbing into his chest and choking on this pain, this guilt, this grief
• saying things like “a few minutes, gansey. you were…. gone….. for only a few minutes and all I could think about was how I was already sick of living in a timeline without you in it. I can’t lose you, gansey. I can’t I can’t I can’t” and then she just dissolved into a hyperventilating mess and gansey wishes he could absorb her into his body so he could take this burden away from her
• eventually blue starts to calm down, hiccuping into gansey shirt, and he just keeps repeating into her hair “I’m okay, blue. We’ll be okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re both going to be okay, we’ll get past this, it’s okay.”
• and everyone else is sitting in the other room, trying to give the two their space, and pretending that they’re not hearing every word
• blue exhausts herself and basically passes out in gansey’s arms and he takes her up to her room and lays her down in her bed and then buries his face into the mattress and sobs into blue’s comforter
• his shaking shoulders make the bed move and it wakes blue up
• she drags him into bed with her and they stay the night holding each other as tight as they can and trying to keep the other from falling apart
• it’s a sleepless, tear filled night, the first of many, but someday down the road they’ll both make it past this, just like gansey said they would.
• and, to end this on a bit of a brighter note, when the two wake up in the morning with the early morning sunlight shining through the window and the shades casting shadows on their faces, for a brief, wonderful moment, they’re both happy and content and they finally relax into each other and fall back asleep

When you least expect it - Part 10: The love we shared

Characters (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Mills) (mentioned - a little wierd yeah I know but true), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Harvelle Singer, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned), Ben Braeden (mentioned), Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Hannah Singer (mentioned), Claire Singer (mentioned), Anna Milton, Benny Lafitte, Jessica Moore (mentioned), Jake Winchester (OC - mentioned)

Pairings: Reader/Dean,

Warnings: Still so so sorry please don’t hate me!! Loss of child, depression, violence (a bit but not to bad), swearing, tough love, alcohol abuse (sorta) NEXT WARNING IS A SPOILER SO DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT THAT….. cheating (kinda)

Wordcount: 3800ish

A/N: This is my newest series. It is a Mechanic!Dean AU and it is mostly written from the readers POV but it will have a few from Dean’s as well. It is an emotional rollercoaster so consider yourselves warned. It will have smut, fluff and angst. It will get pretty dark at some point too.

Thank you @blacktithe7 for your help on this one!! Wouldn’t be the same without you :D

This chapter: Still pretty dark and angsty. How will Dean deal with the reader taking off on him? And what did the letter say?

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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DEAN’S POV

Dean walked through the door to the dark house. He sighed as he turned on the lights in the living room. “Sweetheart I’m home!” he called up the stairs to no answer. Not that he expected one but he hoped. Every day he walked through that door he hoped she would be up. That she would greet him the way she had before. That she’d make him believe that they’d be alright. That they’d make it through this somehow.

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You

I wish I could take your pain away. I wish I had real money so I could at least take that financial burden away, but I’m a struggling 21 year old…. I have $700 you could have..it won’t cover everything but it’s all I got. And it’s not that I want to baby you or buy your love. I just really believe in you and I love investing in the people I love. Life gets hard. Sometimes people need help. I was gonna blow that money with you in Seattle anyway. May as well use it for something more important. I don’t care if we just visit parks and eat only ramen while I’m there. I just want to be with you. Money is nothing to me. Sure I need things, I need money for essentials, but I have food, my animals have food, I have a roof over my head. I don’t NEED anything else. Do I want things? Yes, but the well being of the people i love is so much more important than the things I want. I could literally live my life just giving money away. If I was a billionaire I swear my money would be gone so quickly because I’d just pay off everything for everyone. Houses, cars, new phones, computers, id donate to charities, free dogs in pounds, id literally get myself a house, a car, maybe invest some, then blow it all on other people.

City and Colour   {Sentence Starters}

  • “Do I have nothing good left to say?”
  • “I think I might totally be lost.”
  • “Maybe next time will be the right time.”  
  • “I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down.”
  • “And I ain’t afraid of dying, cold and alone.”  
  • “I hope to learn as time goes by.”
  • “I know in the end, this will turn out wrong.”  
  • “I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one.”
  • “Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?”
  • “For what I’ve done, I am not proud.”
  • “So let’s face it, this was never what you wanted.”
  • “I’ve given you more than I’m worth.”
  • “Please know that I’m yours to keep.”
  • “My nerves will be the death of me, I know.”
  • “What makes a man walk away from his mind?”
  • “I don’t need you to take my burden away.”
  • “How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?”
  • “There’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me.”
  • “I’m at the mercy of the ghost.”
  • “I’m sorry that I was not there to catch you.”
  • “Everyone wants everything no matter the cost.”
  • “What if I can’t be all that you need me to be?”
  • “So strange how everything went wrong so fast.”
  • “I wish I could just get it right.”
  • “Sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way.”
  • “Sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong.”
  • “You just need a change of scenery.”
  • “Will you know how to stay brave?”
  • “And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be.”
  • “And you can try to fight this all you want.”
  • “I will see you again, a long time from now.”
  • “I’m afraid that I have already lost you.”
  • “You’re weighed down. You’re full of something.”
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“Kirigaya-kun, I’m sorry. I told you I’d be your counselor, but I can’t take away your burden or carry it with you. I never played Sword Art Online. So I can’t really know what it means when you said you killed them. But I know this. You did it because you had to, to protect someone else. In medicine, there are times when you must pick who lives and who dies. Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s okay to kill someone if you have a good reason. But everyone involved has the right to consider the lives they saved. You have that right. You have the right to save yourself, by thinking of the people you’ve saved.”

Ableists: You can’t have the disabled person who does not work and the working person be equals. It invalidates all the work the working person does if they don’t have respect and priority that the non-worker doesn’t have! If we don’t call disabled people lazy and condemn them as burdens it takes away from the people who actually work.

So just let me say this.

Katara was one of the very few people to touch zukos scar, and this is a very important.

This scar was meant to be a reminder to the prince. To show that if you were to care for others, you would only get hurt.

They say that the eyes, are a window to the soul; threw the eyes can find a story, you can see the pain, and joy a person has experienced.

What is significant about this,is that she was not a friend, but an enemy. She was raised to hate the fire nation, to see them only as heatless monsters.

But then suddenly she realized he was only a boy, just as she was only a girl; both having to experience the loss of war.

From enemies, they became neutral. They find common ground, and realized that even the enemy could feel loss, even the enemy could feel pain.

And then she takes it upon herself to show empathy, she offers to take away his scar. She offers to take away a burden that has weighed him down for the last 3 years.

And she offers to take away his pain with spirit water, the very water that had once housed the forces of “balance”.

I can only imagine how they both must have felt, katara touching a mark that has caused so much pain, and Zuko letting anybody near a mark that housed when he was at his lowest.

And lets not forget about the scar that was given to him by his sister, the scar he was given by saving Katara’s life.

In the end both scars were received because of how much he cares. One for the people he would one day rule, and one for the life of a girl who once detested him.

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You wound up getting an extra long lunch break, and figured it should be spent on visiting your adorable boyfriend at work. Of course, not without stopping at the convenience store and grabbing some snacks for the boys.

As you made your way inside, you greeted the receptionist before following the sound of the music. From the window in the door you could see Jay, and Hyuk Woo on the couch bobbing their head to the beat Sunghwa was playing for them.

Knocking on the door, you popped your head inside. “Hey guys I brought snacks.” Hyuk Woo’s eyes brightened seeing you come in.

“Jagiya!” he stood up and made his way over toward you, taking away the burden of carrying the bag. He pecked your cheek softly, looking down at you “What are you doing here?”

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'Fresh Off the Boat' Star: I Don't Need to Represent Every Asian Mom Ever

Constance Wu talks about accents and preserving authenticity

“Stereotypes are only dangerous when they are used as the butt of the joke, and our writers have taken great care to never write a single joke that is based upon a stereotype. The fact that this is the first show in 20 years that has Asian leads— carrying a story instead of supporting a white person’s story — takes away that burden of stereotypes. What makes a stereotype harmful is when it’s a one-dimensional person.
"I think the reason people have been quick to throw the stereotype criticism on us is because there will always be people who are laughing at the wrong thing. Some people are like, “Oh, stereotypical accent!” An accent is an accent. If there were jokes written about the accent, then that would certainly be harmful. But there aren’t jokes written about it. It’s not even talked about. It’s just a fact of life: immigrants have accents. Making the choice to have that is a way of not watering down the character and making it politically correct. It’s choosing authenticity over safety, and I think that’s bold. The people who are going to laugh at the alleged stereotypes are the same people who are going to laugh at their Chinese waiter in the restaurant next door for very coarse, uneducated reasons.
"We’re not writing the show to placate the idiots. So to anybody who accuses us of utilizing stereotypes, I would challenge them to point them out when they’re used as humor tools, because they aren’t.”