the best things of life

anonymous asked:

is it true that the reason Obee-Wan Kenobee collapsed into a pile of robes when Darth Vader "killed" him is that Obee-Wan was actually a swarm of Jedi bees in a trenchcoat

this is the best thing i have ever read in my life and that makes it true by default

15 year old me: Wow, lesbians make me feel really uncomfortable. Why are they hitting on me? Can’t they just leave me alone? Do I have to wear a sign that says “i’m straight don’t flirt ladies” or something?

25 year old me: The love of my life is a lesbian. I’m so glad I fell in love with her. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. Life is beautiful.

It is just like…. so stupid how much I miss A right now. I saw him yesterday! I’ll see him tomorrow! But I guess it is partially just it building up, I am down visiting/caring for my mum so much of the time right now. And this weekend we were together, but were busy and with other people and all that stuff. Sigh. This weekend it’s our five year wedding anniversary and we’ll be together and are going to the theatre and stuff so at least I can look forward to that.

Alone with Everybody

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Well I cried while writing it so there’s your warning.

A/N: This fic has no dialogue.

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The best things in life aren’t things at all. They’re living, breathing…people. Not some random person you see passing by on the street. Or somebody who gives you a free coffee. No, it’s not anything simple in the least.

It’s the person who pulls you closer when a nightmare sitrs around like an uncontrolled whirlpool in your sleeping mind. The person who drops an ice cube in your top ramen so it won’t burn you. Who carries you from the car to your bedroom when you fall asleep in a long car ride.

Dean Winchester carried all of these actions on his shoulders, making him the one person who created the title known as the best thing in your life. There was no extent to how far he’d go to please you beyond a words descression. There was no doubt in your mind he was the man you were going to marry someday. Have a normal life with on some miraculous account. But every dream. Every wish and plan you’d been dwelling on went down and out the drain like after a bad rainstorm.

One minute: Everything was going wrong, but not so wrong that all hope had left your body. Two legs carried you as swiftly and quickly as possible behind the two Winchesters running back to the main road before you. It seemed as though every other second, piercing green eyes shot back in your general direction to make sure you weren’t too far behind. The three of you were going to make it out of this. Head back to the Bunker. Drink a beer. And laugh it off in a few days.

The next minute: A forceful hammering sound rang through the darken damp air, forcing it’s way into your ears. No more did your feet run forward. Everything stopped. Time. Breathing. Heartbeat. All for a split moment everything in your tiny inclosing world stood still.

Directly through the thick skin on your back came a pulsating force. Stretching beyond the outter flesh and crawling deep inside your body to where the real pain lie. Something in you demanded you look downward at your chest where a filling unknown grinding sensation lurked. Nothing could’ve prepared your madly wild eyes to behold the curling circle of red perfection between your chest.

A stict driving force unfloded within, forcing your quivering legs to take three rowdily steps towards Dean who accepted your presence halfway. Catching your wethering mortal body in his hands. The soul thrashing around somewhere beneath your wounded surface begged to grab onto him. Indenting your very touch into his so that you would never be without each other. But nothing happened. Not a muscle would move at your desperate mental call.

His tongue rolled, speaking something which was inaudiable to your mind. For the first time in your life, everything was quiet. Everything was peaceful. The greed Dean held in two sublime eyes only wished to coax Death himself to save you. To once again bend every law of life and bring a loved one back from the inflaming light at the end of a dark and gloomy tunnel. In that moment you knew- this was it. Life as you knew it was over. And nothing in the world looked quite as striking as it had in a time of dying. All signs of life bloosomed, beamed with radiant unmerciful beauty. All signs of death boombed with a sadistic and unforgiving roar. Yet it was all still so beautiful.

Sturdy hands gently caressed the impure skin clinging to your facial structure. Wickedly vunerable orbs dropped all feelings of love from Dean upon your skin. Watering your newly given death sentence into something beautiful like a rose. All of this seemed to slip the weakened grasp on life you already had. Rather instead you pondered upong his delicate face. Each freckle resting in a perfectly scattered formation bewitching you, even as your last breath was inhaled lightly with a smile.

So you see; The best things in life…aren’t things at all. They’re… livingbreathing…people.

anonymous asked:

Seth's slow-burn face turn, his actual face turn, is really messing me up and the last two promos he did (aka "Maybe I deserve this" and "I liked myself before I met you") have been some of the best fucking things in my life. I want him to get beaten up so badly by Triple H (and maybe Joe) but continue to try to stand -- before Dean and Roman come running out to help him. Like, I don't even care if he technically loses by interference; Seth gets his soul and his brothers back.

Right?? I think that the first few months of Seth curving towards a face turn (starting to fight the bad guys, but not truly understanding or not truly confronting what he had done. Not feeling any remorse yet) I think those months of dissatisfying Trying To Be A Good Guy But Not Knowing What That Really Means, have made this True Face Turn so much more impactful. What a powerful story, Seth comes back from injury with the goal of Reclaiming his title, and instead he loses and loses and gets injured again and realizes that it’s not the title that he needs to reclaim, it’s his soul and his friendships and his honor, his sense of self, and self-worth. And he’s going to come out the other side of this thing whole again finally someone worthy and able to win that title.

I think the thing that kills me the most (and this is also something that owes a lot to those unsatisfying faux-face months) is that Seth doesn’t NEED to do all this in order to regain his friendship with Roman (Dean is maybe a different matter). We’ve already seen that sad, lonely, pathetically and wonderfully heart-sick Roman doesn’t need an apology to care about Seth (he never stopped). Seth wants to be WORTHY of Roman and Dean’s forgiveness. He’s not trying to get them back, he’s doing it for himself, and through that he’s doing it for them. If that makes any sense. I think he needs to get himself right before he can accept anything from them. He loves them enough to not be satisfied with the weird friendship-esq thing they created before he felt sorry. He’s not interested in taking advantage of Roman’s soft heart and Dean’s distraction.

He’s going into this match with triple h KNOWING that he’ll lose. Knowing that triple h will hurt him, perhaps very badly. And he’s going to have the match anyway. Because he thinks he deserves it and because he believes he needs this. And I think he needs to prove to himself (first and foremost) and triple h (secondly) and everyone else that he really has changed and that he intends to stays this way. And, you know, because he understands that sometimes Redemption comes through blood and sacrifice and like cleansing fire and stuff.

He’s going to get knocked down over and over. And he’s going to keep getting up. He’s going to get hit with the pedigree and kick out. He’s going to refuse to be beaten even when he can no longer stand.

And maybe Dean and Roman will save him. And it will be incredible. And maybe Finn will save him (which will almost make sense, as Finn was where this arc started). Or maybe no one will.

Whatever happens, I’m sure it’s going to be one of those matches where the face loses the match, but still wins something.

352  asked:

🐝🦄

  • 🐝- Tag three friends and your three favorite things about them! 

@352 you of course youre the light of my life and the best thing that ever happened to me, you hug real good, and youre absolutely adorable whatf the fuck

@amphyn you always cheer me up, its really easy to talk to you even if the conversation hits a dead end, and youre an absolute cutie

theres too many other people to choose from so ill leave it blank lmao

  • 🦄- List your three favorite things about yourself! 

uh well first off im damn good at video games, i have a really imaginative mindscape with a shitton of ideas just boiling inside, and im just really on point with some jokes a lot of times!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.