the greatest looking human being of all time

Jurgen Klopp and his 20+ sons prt2

emre can aka the greatest human being ever born

  • model??? footballer??? both??? both is good
  • gets stick, comes thru w the best goal uve ever seen
  • invented good hair and looks
  • will fight you
  • one time he scored a overhead bicycle kick and its now been renamed TheEmreCAN
  • benzema tried it, he couldnt 
  • kloppo loves all his sons equally but he loves emre can more, its tru

loris karius aka prince charming

  • goalkeeper, model, he can do it all
  • social media hoe
  • wore socks w slippers one time, i disowned him
  • hes a good man, likes to sing and dance
  • one time he fell off an uberboard…….
  • was bleach blonde for a while
  • parties in ibiza like he owns ibiza 

dejan lovren aka he doesnt have a nickname the fuck (should be called the beeslayer cus ykno winkwink)

  • scored THAT goal v bvb,
  • will forever be a legend for it
  • is a big teddy bear  
  • a jokester, laughs alot
  • the only person to touch emres hair and not die - a miracle 
  • embarrasing dad to marko grujic
  • amazing dad to his real kids

nathaniel clyne, aka my underappreciated fave

  • U N D E R A P P R E C I A T E D 
  • underappreciated
  • underappreciated 
  • needs more love and appreciation
  • did the hip hop battle w studge, lost
  • appreciate hiiiiiimmmmmm!!!!!
  • will play every game, gets no love

simon mignolet aka saint simon

  • got stick, bossed goalkeeping and shut them up
  • angry bean
  • shot stopper
  • his defence lets him down, saves our damn ass
  • a pure 
  • opened a coffe shop in belgium; 
  • prolly to deal w the stress of his defence letting him down
  • hence the reason he needs free coffee all the time, i dont blame him

joel matip, aka he also doesnt have a nickname smh (it should will save lfc’s dumb ass even when they dont deserve it)

  • he was free, 
  • we got our best defender for free, its a dream
  • we’re so lucky to have him
  • made defending his bitch
  • he scored one time it was emotional
  • he got injured one other time, our whole team fell apart and conceded goals like they live for it
  • also a good man

shamal george aka smolkeeper

  • came on as a striker in preseason, it was so great
  • dont be fooled by his nickname hes so tollll, toller than kloppo
  • so in love w his gf, im jealous 
  • posted that ovie meme
  • got injured, i cried 
  • future best goalkeeper in the world, i dont make the rules its tru

ben woodburn aka woody

  • everyones fave child
  • made us all fall in love w him in preseason
  • made his debut and  then scored against leeds, everyone cried
  • mini stevie??? prolly 
  • kloppo will protect him to death, no media hounds are getting near him
  • trents best friend 

Trent Alexander-Arnold aka just trent aka utd are still prolly in his pocket

  • the other child we are all overly emotional over
  • started the utd game 
  • made utd his bitch
  • seriously he was so boss, it was unbelivable 
  • put that tounge away child
  • ben’s best friend, aka stuck to each other level of friendship
  • baby defender bossing defending, cries,

divock origi aka belgium babe

  • also scored v bvb
  • saved us alot in the 15/16 season then he got hurt 
  • scored a wonder goal v bournemoth
  • it was seriously so good, i cant even describe it 
  • did so much weight training he went up a shirt size-hulk is that you??? :DD
  • a child

danny ings, aka could be the best striker we’ve ever had if he didnt get hurt all the damn time 

  • the pic above is an accurate representation of his past two years 
  • got injured once, came back, got injured again
  • spends time w his dog and gf, 
  • social media hoe 2.0
  • scored v everton which makes him a tru red
  • never not injured

marko grujic aka my son

  • a tol smol; toller than kloppo
  • celebrated like stevie in preseason; made us all so freaking emotional
  • dejan’s embarrassed son
  • stays home listening to Chantaje
  • snapchats music all the time
  • lives in a fancy ass apartment but is forever in his car

alberto morena aka spanish puppy

  • is a defender, is benched for a midfielder
  • grew a ponytail ditched it to go bleach blonde, 
  • member of the brazillian squad
  • also too young to have a child
  • i dont think anyone ever knows what he’s saying they just go w it
  • hyperactive child 


link to part 1 

Power Rangers {Sentence Starters}
  • "Watch where you're going! Who taught you how to drive?"
  • "I'm free! It's time to conquer Earth!"
  • "Isn't the smallest chance of victory enough of a reason for us to keep on fighting?"
  • "I suppose you're wondering why I called you here?"
  • "I can't believe it! I was beginning to think I'd never see you again."
  • "No, not that! Not-- TEENAGERS!"
  • "Y'know, picking out a present for you has never been easy."
  • "The world is very lucky to have you, and so am I."
  • "If you're like me, you can't be evil."
  • "You always were an ungrateful, rotten, little brat!"
  • "Let's face it - we all have our dark sides."
  • "The evil pizzas were no match for a simple stop-light."
  • "What a rude little ____ you are."
  • "Ah, look, sheer terror and desperation. I love it!"
  • "Has it ever occurred to you that I might have other things on my mind?"
  • "No, not this time. This time it's different."
  • "Your spineless, sniveling attitude leads me to believe you'd serve me well."
  • "Hey, I thought you knew what you were doing!"
  • "News flash, _____: You are not the center of everyone's universe."
  • "I am the greatest warrior of all time!"
  • "You are only human, and no mere human is a match for ____!"
  • "Your true nature is evil, ____. Deep inside you know it."
  • "Sometimes I really hate being a bad guy."
  • "What do you want? Make it quick. You've got five seconds."
  • "That's long enough. Time for a break."
  • "Why am I hanging out with the intellectually challenged?"
  • "I don't like being outsmarted by insignificant humans."
  • "Ah, teenage love is in the air. How sickening."
10
“How shall I sum up my life? I think I have been particularly lucky… does that have something to do with faith also? I know my mother always used to say, ‘Good things aren’t supposed to just fall in your lap. God is very generous, but He expects you to do your part first.’ so you have to make that effort. But at the end of a bad time or a huge effort, I’ve always had - how shall I say it? - the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.”

“The greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my shortcomings… I’m a long way from the human being I’d like to be. But I’ve decided I’m not so bad after all.”

“We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.”

“If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.”

“Love does not terrify me, but the going away of it does. I have been made terribly aware of how everything can be wrenched away from you and your life torn apart. If I had known very secure nights all my life, if I had never seen or felt the fear of being tortured or deported or blown up into a million pieces, then I would not fear it.”

“I know I have more sex appeal on the tip of my nose than many women in their entire bodies. It doesn’t stand out a mile, but it’s there.”

“Not to live for the day, that would be materialistic - but to treasure the day. I realize that most of us live on the skin, on the surface, without appreciating just how wonderful it is simply to be alive at all.”

“Pick the day. Enjoy it to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… the past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”

”Love is action, it isn’t just talk, and it never was. We are born with the ability to love, yet we have to develop it like you would any other muscle.“

“‎I hope we will learn to love not only the faces that we see and know but also the ones we will never see or know.”

“Giving is living. If you ever stop wanting to give, there’s nothing more to live for.”

"I act the same way now as I did forty years ago; I was never backed up by professional training, had no Shakespeare at school, none of that. I had to skip it all, do it with feeling instead of technique.”

"If I blow my nose, it gets written all over the world. But the whole image people see of me is on the outside. Only we ourselves know what goes on; the rest is all in people’s mind.“

"Being without food, fearful for one’s life, the bombings - all made me appreciative of safety, of liberty. In that sense, the bad experiences have become a positive in my life.”

“Only simplicity and the truth count. It has to come from the inside. You can’t fake it.”

>“It has stayed with me through my own relationships. When I fell in love and got maried, I lived in constant fear of being left. Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.“

"I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.

“People associate me with a time when movies were pleasant, when women wore pretty dresses in films and you heard beautiful music. I always love it when people write to me and say ‘I was having a rotten time and I walked into a cinema and saw one of your movies, and it made such a difference.”

“The ‘third world’ is a term I don’t like very much, because we’re all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.”

“When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you. That’s when I think life is over.”

“I am proud - very proud - to have been in a business that gives pleasure, creates beauty, awakens our conscience, arouses compassion and perhaps most importantly of all, gives millions a moment of respite in our so violent world.”

“The years go on, you see changes in yourself, but you’ve got to face that - everyone goes through it… either you have to face up to it and tell yourself you’re not going to be eighteen all your life, or be prepared for a terrible shock when you see the wrinkles and white hair. Getting older doesn’t frighten me, but I wish I didn’t have to because I like life a lot.”

“The most important thing is to enjoy life - to be happy - that’s all that matters.”

happy birthday, Audrey Kathleen Ruston aka Audrey Hepburn (May 4th, 1929 - January 20th, 1993)

Yeah your eyebrows are sisters not twins! But I always tell people- bitch, if your eyebrows are fucking sisters, at least make sure they have the same father cause that bitch is arching and that ones looking real, real circular. So just make sure that you know you take their fuckin eyebrow asses to Maury and get a DNA test cause we need to know who the father is, because I’m really confused at what emotion you’re giving me.
—  Danny Noriega

former-cardassian-oppressor  asked:

Since you're still accepting prompts, I was wondering if you would consider writing something for an ageswap AU? Julian is just like kind of middle aged and Garak is like thirty or so but everything else is more or less the same. And, Julian was probably the one who came onto Garak in the replimat. Or maybe Elim tried to come onto Julian but with age Julian figured out how to be Smooth™ and he ended up totally throwing off Elim. It just gives me life when Julian manages to throw off Garak tbf.

I WILL TOTALLY DO THIS and then share that amazing fan art you sent me because omg yes.

Some background for Julian really quick:
Julian and Miles met working on the Enterprise. Julian was not the CMO on the Enterprise, Crusher was, but Julian was waiting for a good opportunity that he was actually interested in. When Miles decided to work on DS9, Julian asked and was given the CMO position on the station because he would actually be needed there. They’ve been friends for years and Keiko was delighted to hear that Julian was going to be with them on the station. (Julian was still not present for Molly’s birth, but he’s fully aware that Worf did an amazing job and will delight in reminding him of that when Keiko becomes pregnant a second time). No one knows about his genetic engineering. He has not been contacted to work for Second 31. He’s not married, but he does have a daughter that about to enter college. They talk frequently. She has no interest in joining Starfleet and Julian understands. He and the mother are not in touch for various, non-fatal reasons.

Weakness

Teal. That’s the science color. Scientists could be weak.

But he looked old. Not in a bad way. No, no, definitely not. The human was tan and thin and handsome, with his defined cheekbones and distracted yet thin-pressed smile. The only thing that truly gave away his age was the wrinkles on his face and the graying strands of hair in his beard. Garak didn’t know enough about human age to know exactly how old that science man was, but he was old enough to have experience in the universe. He couldn’t be used.

Garak dropped his gaze from the man that lingered at the door of the replimat and thumbed through the text on his PADD. It was a Cardassian novel: The Never Ending Sacrifice. He hadn’t read it yet, but his exile opened up the possibility. He enjoyed it, adored it, but for the moment, he couldn’t focus on the words. There was too much change here, too many new faces, too many decisions.

He needed to get into his father’s good graces again. Prying information from a Starfleet officer would offer that possibility to him, but it had to be the right one. There must be younger ones, less experienced ones. The station wasn’t exactly a strategic location, so there was bound to be some inexperienced officers roaming around. Garak just needed one to–

“Excuse me.”

The gentle, accented voice caught him off guard, but Garak did his best not to show it. Garak’s gaze flicked up. The science man was there, teal clad and still smiling one of those small, albeit pleasant, smiles.

“May I join you?”

He didn’t bring food. The science man had no reason to sit with him. Curiosity piqued, Garak nodded. The man’s smile grew as he sat.

“My name’s Julian Bashir,” he said, “I’m the station’s Chief Medical Officer now.”

A doctor. Well, that hardly changed things. Though Garak wondered if Starfleet doctors were anything like Cardassian doctors, or if the man had talents besides medicine that he could use to harm, if he so wished.

“You’re… Garak, right?” Julian asked.

“That’s correct,” Garak said, his tone polite and smile pressed if only to seem pleased with the doctor’s knowledge. It wasn’t that hard to figure out, though. He was the only Cardassian on the station and he knew the wild rumors that fluttered around. He started most of them. The fearful, gossip-loving Bajorans took care of the rest, though those were far less creative.

“Just Garak?” Julian asked.

“Just Garak,” Garak said, “I’m just plain, simple Garak.”

“Ah,” Julian said, “Well, I’m afraid your reputation is anything but plain and simple.”

“Why, whatever do you mean?”

Garak smiled softly. It’s a sentence and smile he’d paired together before, when prying Bajorans made similar statements. Most people – well, most sane people – muttered apologizes, excused themselves, and never graced Garak with their presence again. But the doctor, this Doctor Bashir, seemed unmoved by his response. In fact, the smile that pressed against the doctor’s face mirrored interest.

“You’re the only Cardassian on this station,” Julian answered, “That alone is going to cause stories to pass around. Surely you’ve heard some of them.”

“Only whispers,” Garak said, “Though I do suppose that is why some Bajorans on this station are rather skittish when I enter a room.”

“Completely unintentional on you’re part, I’m sure.”

“Of course.”

“I guess that means you don’t get much company either.”

“Oh, but I do find wonderful ways to pass the time.”

“Really?” Julian asked. The doctor leaned forward and placed his chin on the palm of his propped up right hand. That smile, once pleasant, picked up into something more wild, flirtatious, dangerous. “And what exactly do you do to pass the time?”

Garak’s smile faded. He hadn’t noticed. He was too busy attempt to dissect the intent through the doctor’s lit up eyes and toying smile. Was he playing with him? Was he trying to fish out information about Cardassia? Was he trying to court him?

“I read, mostly,” Garak answered. It was dull, flat response, but he was grateful it didn’t reflect the rampaging thoughts that soared in volume through his mind.

“Is it all Cardassian literature or do you read literature from other cultures?” Julian asked.

He’d looked at the PADD sometime during their conversation without taking his gaze off Garak, or, somehow, he managed to look at the words on the screen before he even interrupted Garak’s mental wanderings. Either way, the doctor was far more gifted than he let on. Were all humans so gifted?

“I’ve limited myself to Cardassian literature for the time being,” Garak answered.

“I haven’t had the pleasure of reading anything from Cardassia. What are you reading now?”

“The Never Ending Sacrifice.”

“Sounds dark.”

“It’s a repetitive epic which chronicles seven generations of a single family and their work for the state,” Garak said.

“Are you enjoying it?”

“Certainly. It is one of the greatest Cardassian novels ever written.”

“Is that a fact?” Julian asked. “Well, I’ll try to get my hands on a copy. Then maybe we can sit down and discuss our personal feelings on the material.”

“Sisko to Doctor Bashir.”

The interjecting voice came from the doctor’s badge, which sat poised above his human heart.

“Go ahead,” Julian said. His eyes didn’t linger from Garak’s face.

“I’d like to see you in ops,” Sisko said, “I need your opinion on something.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Julian stood but his gaze remained locked on Garak’s face.

“Why don’t I come by your shop at around nineteen-hundred hours and we can discuss our interests in more detail,” Julian said, “You seem like a delightful young man and I’d hate for you to feel lonely while you’re on this station. I would be happy to keep you company, if you’re interested.”

Delightful young man. That would’ve been laughable from someone else, but there was a teasing tone there that Garak couldn’t shake. No, not teasing. Affectionate. It was something so alien to Garak that he wasn’t sure how to respond to it. He opened his mouth, paused, and then closed it again. He opted for a nod instead.

“Good,” Julian answered, “I’ll see you after my shift, then. Have a good afternoon, Garak.”

And then the doctor left the replimat. Garak watched him leave as a curious energy surged through him. Doctor Bashir was nothing like Cardassians. He wasn’t anything like the Bajorans either. He was an aged sun with a puzzling passion and a heart filled with kindness and tease. There was nothing on those features to indicate deceit, even if Garak had assumed so in the past. He was truly kind and interested in Garak simply because of his good heart. There weren’t very many people like that. A flustered yet delightful energy bound through him and a smile pulled back onto his lips.

Maybe Doctor Bashir could be useful after all.

10

“I am not just a superstar. No, I am an icon that walks amongst superstars, I am the one that gets looked up to. You are in the presence of greatness on two feet. I’m not just a human being, I am immortal. I am the greatest, I am the best in the world, I am the greatest of all time. A legend, an icon, the best, the greatest, and in this world that you all inhabit, I am God.”

I just read Exodus 16. The Israelites mumble against Moses and Aaron because they are in the desert wandering after being exiled from Egypt. In their complacency, God accommodates and makes it rain delicious honey flavoured bread wafers and quail from the sky. I’m currently in the stage of looking for jobs and possibly relocating - I have food, shelter, friends, family and a Saviour who is life, yet I complain. Yet I grumble and moan because God isn’t meeting my need in this time. But He is. He is source of all things, He is my greatest need. 

Yes humans were created with an innate desire to work and have consistency in a tasks - that’s why school and work is so important. But the Israelites were eating the same bread and the same quail for 40 years, God still had a purpose for them, God with still with them. Lord, help my unbelief. You are good, you are with me, you are stronger in my weakness, you are for me, your precious blood covers me and overcomes my unrighteousness. You are my strong tower, the one I can hide in and trust. Your will be done, your kingdom come, even if that means walking without clear direction for 40 years - Yours ways are better, your thoughts are higher.

You are Life.
Do you remember?
All that time you slept in silence?
Do you remember?
All those times you first opened your eyes to yourself?
Do you recall?
Can you feel it in your heart?
The moment you awoke and the entire universe sang?
Can you feel it in your heartbeat?
The force you are?
Can you feel it in your breath?
The warmth, the fire of your own presence?
Can you feel how surprised you are by yourself?
It’s because you’re innocent you know.
That’s why you’re altogether surprised and in awe of yourself.
You’re so pure that you don’t know the world by words.
You’re so alive, no thing could be fresher than you. You yourself give life to life.
You give warmth to warmth and light to light.
Do you remember?
All those times you lived in form?
Sea creatures, land, and sky?
Can you feel it?
All of you is available this time around?
You have a form with the greatest mirror you could make.
You’re here for your Self.
And there’s nowhere to go.
Just look in the mirror of this empty human mind.
See your own faceless reflection,
Of which the only fragrance you will smell,
Is love,
Sweet peace,
And Life.
Do you remember?
How happy you are to be?
Can you recall?
That you are me?
That all these eyes that look and see,
That all these beings that feel,
Can be no one but you?

Oh Life, I call to you,
Do you remember that you dreamt a good dream?
And even when you wake up, you rejoice with your dream?
Can you remember you’ve never been harmed?
Can you feel how free you truly are?
Do you know your love is the only truth?

Oh life, do not be sad you are alone.
For your dance creates a Universe,
That can make Life out of Stone.
That can make Spirit out of Flesh.
That can make God out of Human.

Your dance is divine,
Your Being, pure,
Your awareness, eternal.

Taste yourself O’ Life.
Even darkness is a flavor for you to taste.
Dare I say that sunlight, the bringer of life,
Is nothing without your skin to feel it?

O’ Life, let those that love you discover you to be themselves.
Can you recall?
That this discovery is your greatest joy?

At Birth, during life, and at Death, the one thing you shall always be fascinated by is your Self.

Om to the Life that is the living Truth.
Om to the Awareness that has overcome the mind, so as to see it is the timeless source of existence itself.

Om to all beings that encourage and support this Truth.

And to the Life that reads this,
Self to Self,
I love you.

Thank you for dancing with me.

—  Life
8

Charles Robert Watts
2 June 1941-

“I wanted to play drums because I fell in love with the glitter and the lights, but it wasn’t about adulation. It was being up there playing.”

Charlie Watts first came to my attention when I was ten years old. My family was having one of our music video-watching sprees, and we happened to be watching the music video for Start Me Up. I had never really listened to the Stones before, and so I was thinking about how ridiculous they were. And then I noticed their drummer, who looked completely different from the rest of them; he was pretty laid back, he was better dressed, and, above all, he looked like he disapproved of them quite a bit, which I thought was hilarious. Three years later, I watched the same video, on my own this time, and, once again, my attention was drawn to this drummer guy. So I looked him up, found out his name was Charlie Watts, and that he is pretty much the greatest human being ever. I was amazed by his natural coolness and his very non-rockstar-like decency as a person. And before long, Charlie Watts became my favourite person.

Happy birthday to one of rock’s absolute greatest drummers and people overall, the one and only Charlie Watts.

The top image is from July 2012 when Eoin Colfer did his 8 in 8 tour, I got picked to read as Holly Short (the greatest female book character of all time) and when he signed my book that’s what he wrote.

My mom got me the bottom autograph at TLA this month. She told him the story of the first autograph and about how I always look to that autograph when I’m feeling down because it reminds me to have the strength of Holly Short.

Now I have two signatures to look to when I need strength or when I’m having a bad day. This man is a perfect human being and more children need to be influenced by his works.

two years ago today… I woke up to the worst news. We had lost the kindest big hearted and most sincere man to a terrible accident. I kept thinking… This can’t be real.. its gotta be a hoax… He has to be okay. Text me back!!! ….you can’t have him… you can’t have my friend. ……I had never in my lifetime experienced loss like this before. I didn’t know how to process it. I didn’t know what to do. The same thing that first bonded our friendship was what gave me an equilibrium and some sort of stability (as best it could). Going though our images from photo shoots. Crying. Laughing. Remembering our talks. Memories. Jokes. It was as cathartic then as it still is now. his time with us was far too short but it was a gift. It will be cherished by all who knew him as a friend. Father. and front man. one of the greatest human beings to ever to stomp foot on this planet. This man showed time and time again what it was to be a great person, to believe in those you care about, and what it is to really be a true friend. Anytime I am having a rough day I know I can look back at the texts and emails and tweets sent to me on similar days and instantly be in a better mood. he did this for everyone he cared about. he was the strength so many of us needed and we’re lucky enough to have, even for such a brief time. if the world were full of mitch luckers… this would be a perfect place. His smile. Which only grew bigger when he made other people smile. Would always light up an room. Jokes. His daughter. On stage. That smile was infectious and he had the best one. Let’s all try for second place. Today… please smile for Mitch. Love you and miss you so much Mitch. Sorely missed but warmly remembered.

5

“How shall I sum up my life? I think I have been particularly lucky… does that have something to do with faith also? I know my mother always used to say, ‘Good things aren’t supposed to just fall in your lap. God is very generous, but He expects you to do your part first.’ so you have to make that effort. But at the end of a bad time or a huge effort, I’ve always had - how shall I say it? - the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.”

“The greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my shortcomings… I’m a long way from the human being I’d like to be. But I’ve decided I’m not so bad after all.”

“We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.”

“If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.”

“Love does not terrify me, but the going away of it does. I have been made terribly aware of how everything can be wrenched away from you and your life torn apart. If I had known very secure nights all my life, if I had never seen or felt the fear of being tortured or deported or blown up into a million pieces, then I would not fear it.”

“I know I have more sex appeal on the tip of my nose than many women in their entire bodies. It doesn’t stand out a mile, but it’s there.”

“Not to live for the day, that would be materialistic - but to treasure the day. I realize that most of us live on the skin, on the surface, without appreciating just how wonderful it is simply to be alive at all.”

“Pick the day. Enjoy it to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… the past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”

”Love is action, it isn’t just talk, and it never was. We are born with the ability to love, yet we have to develop it like you would any other muscle.“

"‎I hope we will learn to love not only the faces that we see and know but also the ones we will never see or know.”

“Giving is living. If you ever stop wanting to give, there’s nothing more to live for.”

“The years go on, you see changes in yourself, but you’ve got to face that - everyone goes through it… either you have to face up to it and tell yourself you’re not going to be eighteen all your life, or be prepared for a terrible shock when you see the wrinkles and white hair. Getting older doesn’t frighten me, but I wish I didn’t have to because I like life a lot.”

Rest in Peace, AUDREY KATHLEEN RUSTON (May 4th, 1929 - January 20th, 1993 FOREVER)

HEADCANON

So the idea right now is that Emma’s heart can’t be taken by anyone because she has the heart of true love right ?

okay so…

Regina lost her first love ( true love ?) because Cora ripped his heart out cuz love is weakness…( Cora’s words )

Cora could not rip Emma’s heart out, cuz love is strength ( Emma’s words )

My headcanon will forever be:

Emma’s heart is protected by the literal gods because she was always destined to be Regina’s “replacement” True Love / Savior.

 Literally everything that happened after Regina lost Daniel was meant to lead her to Emma and Henry. (Not going after hood, not killing Snow etc., the curse) The Gods were like:

There was a time
I used to look into my father’s eyes.
In a happy home
I was a king, I had a golden throne.
Those days are gone,
Now the memory’s on the wall.
I hear the songs
From the places where I was born.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.

My father said,

“Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child.
See heaven’s got a plan for you.
Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.”
Yeah!

Everything in their lives is connected, they are literal twin fucking flames !!!

MUST READ TRUST !!!

It is said that Twin Flames, also called Twin Souls, are literally the other half of our soul. Each of the Twins is a ‘complete’ soul in and of itself; in as much as we can describe a part of the whole as being distinctly ‘complete’.  But together both souls create something more.  



Some believe that we each have only one Twin, from which we chose to move apart and effectively go our separate ways, incarnating over many lifetimes, generating a full spectrum of human experience and moving ever closer to expressing more love in the journey to remembering who we truly are.  



It is said that there will be times, when the forces of Creation, driven by the impulse of Life to express every greater beauty and truth, conspire wonderfully to bring the Twins back together again.  Such a reunion holds the promise of something amazing emerging from the power and passion that represents the potential of the Twin relationship.  This reconnection of the One Soul, at a human level, involves the awareness, balance and integration of our masculine and feminine components, raising individual and joint consciousness.  It is also said that the Twins come back together in their last lifetime on the Planet, so that they can ascend together.


Some characteristics of the Reunion are shared by many; such as the initial meeting being wholly unexpected and unanticipated, and in many cases unwanted.  Both Twins may already be in solid committed relationships, many with family and fully established lives.  Both Twins will have evolved independently, to the point of being relatively happy in themselves, and quite sure of their purpose and mission.  Normally, this union tends to be between two relatively evolved souls.  However, when they meet, and recognise each other, a process begins that can challenge and disrupt their lives in ways that neither could have imagined.

Traditionally, when this happened in indigenous cultures, there was an understanding of the phenomenon; and the tribe, village or community would support both families in moving towards the potential - as it was believed to be something that would eventually benefit and elevate everyone.  However, in today’s society, there is oftentimes not this level of awareness and compassion, and the Twins movement towards their shared destiny is seen as fundamentally ‘bad’ and destructive.  

But it must be remembered that the ultimate reality of this relationship is to explore and express Love in a way that can inspire and guide others to do the same.  The experience invites and offers the Twins a profound opportunity to reach towards and make manifest a Love that knows no bounds or limits; a Love that can carry them and anyone who feels the energy, to a deeper sense of Self Love and desire to serve all of Life.  It involves the generation of a shared destiny that is far greater than either Twin could realise on their own.  

The most difficult part of the process can be the desire to integrate the relationship into pre-existing structures.  Many times this is just not possible.  One or both Twins may feel that it is all a bit too much, and collapse or retreat back into their previous lives.  Other times both Twins strive courageously, and with great faith and imagination, to build a life that honours the truth of who they are to their Twin, and their very real existing commitments to their families and communities.  Ultimately, this relationship is borne from Love, and it is elevated by Love.  And as with so much else in the human experience, the level of difficulty and pain experienced and expressed is a perfect reflection of the level of resistance (individual and collective) to what IS, or what is meant to be.


It must be understood, that despite how the relationship might appear to others, it is primarily one that involves spiritual service to the Great Unfolding.  This is the main reason for the Twins finding and reconnecting to each other, as the relationship generates a massive amount of creative energy, which is utilised not just for their own evolution but for the good of all.  The Universe is orchestrating this spiritual potential, and realising it through these unions.  It is a fast and very efficient remedy in the service to the rising expression of consciousness on the planet.



At a human level, where the fear, confusion and resistance tends to manifest, it is sometimes difficult to know if you have met your Twin, or if the intensity of attraction being experienced is actually due to some expression of karmic entanglement.  There are no litmus tests that can be carried out to distinguish the truth of this; it comes down to the depth of feeling and the attraction at a soul and spirit level.  This cannot be meaningfully shared or described to other people, and it remains a sacred secret that exists between the Twins themselves.

It is worth noting, that even if you are completely sure that you have met your Twin, there is absolutely no guarantee that one or both of you will be able to face or indeed survive the intensity of the relationship.  This intensity expresses primarily at a soul level, but will reach out and affect all other aspects of our being.  In such cases, the meeting may act as a catalyst for a conscious acceleration of spiritual development for one or both Twins, which may bring them closer to being able to be together at a practical level.  In essence, the ability to stay together and manifest a coherent and integral life together, including the loving elevation of the families involved, depends on the strength, soul level awareness and overall commitment and service to Love.



One primary element of the the Twin Flame relationship is that your Twin knows you better than any other person in the Universe, even if you have not had much or indeed any time together in ‘real’ life.  This Knowing transcends, experience, personality or habitual behavioural programming, and provides an impetus for change that is fast and furious.  Anything that needs healing is healed; anything that needs letting go of, is let go.  If it isn’t then the Twins know this and together they move towards its resolution, rapidly.



With many Twin Flame reunions, there may even not be a shared language, as they come from very different countries, cultures and backgrounds.  Yet there is a deep similarity, or resonance, that is unmistakable in its expression and presentation.  Each Twin will have their own connection to Spirit, but together it seems as if the communication is enhanced and optimised.  Twins will rapidly establish and utilise a telepathic connection that is very deep and often comic in its expression.  When you look at your Twin, hold them, kiss them, be with them, it is felt with the intense sensation that you have arrived HOME.  Time together is like being in an oasis in the middle of a desert, or seeing the Sun after a year in darkness.  All relationships up to the point of meeting served to prepare the Twins for this.


Twin Flame Love is not automatically expressed as romantic love, although there will be romantic moments.  It is not merely a strong, physical sexual attraction, but that is often a fundamental component.  Basically if you meet your Twin, you will begin to experience a massive internal shake up, a spiritual revolution, which initiates a greater understanding of yourself and the meaning of Divine Oneness.  It is an opportunity to experience and express unconditional Love.  This is the greatest gifts being offered by this relationship.



At a human level, the Twin Flame relationship is a forge of heart activity and continuous spiritual, emotional, mental and physical testing.  Both parties will simultaneously offer the other a chance to let go of old patterns and programs that limit love, and to move towards greater love in all aspects of their lives.  There will be little or no manipulation, as the other feels this intimately and shuts it down immediately.  Your Twin invites you to look into the crystal clear mirror of beauty and truth, to see yourself as you really are, and at the same time holds that vision for you, without condition, doubt or hesitation.  



This relationship is rarely ‘easy’, and will continue to confound and confuse, evoking fear and doubt, and will spread out like a virus (not automatically a bad thing…) infecting and affecting all others in the orbit of this Binary (Twin) Star system.  It will challenge everyone on every level.  It will push each Twin to integrate their masculine and feminine, and to move towards greater self love; the stepping stone to true unconditional Love.  This potential offers the possibility of a love that will endure beyond space and time.  There really is no choice.  It is the beautiful truth.  It is the Beauty and the Truth combined, expressing as Love.


In finishing, it can be said that the Twin Flame relationship can be seen as a bridge to greater understanding and integration of Love.  It brings both Twins and all in their light to a higher state of being and consciousness.  It gives them opportunity to serve something so much bigger than their previous sense, gifting and blessing them with a mission that will affect all life at a planetary level, and beyond.  The individuals within the pairing are not so important; it is the combination of their strengths and capacity to love that opens the doors to loving emergence for all.

VIVA LA SWAN QUEEN BISHHHHH 

and Snowing are twin flames, clearly

Superstars on their greatest pranks ever

THE PERPETRATOR: Anyone who is not Seth Rollins

THE TARGET: Seth Rollins

“I’m not much of a prankster and no one seems to prank me, to be honest with you. It doesn’t happen that often. I’ve had the typical ‘people steal my championship and give it to me three seconds before I have to go out.” I couldn’t even tell you how many times that’s happened; it’s ridiculous. The [Money in the Bank] briefcase might be the biggest prank that’s ever been pulled on me, having to carry it around the airport. I don’t mind bringing it to the shows; it’s the airports, because these regular human beings look at me in the airport like I’m some sort of alien walking through the airport with this banged-up, scratched-up briefcase that says ‘Money in the Bank,’ like, ‘What the hell is that?’ So yeah, the briefcase itself is the greatest prank of all.” — SETH ROLLINS

Apollo

I hadn’t meant to pry. It’s just that Nico and Will were taking too long — how long could collecting wood for a fire take, really? I was cold (the sun god being cold; absurd, I know).

So I went looking, and found them.

I wish I hadn’t.

“—fourteen years of your life wondering how your dad is. Being told he’s great.” Will was telling his friend; they were sitting with their backs to me, leaning on a tree. His voice broke on the last word. “Only to find he is a self-absorbed idiot who couldn’t care less—”

“Shhh.” Nico interrupted, moving in order to hug his friend, one hand caressing my son’s hair. “It’s going to be fine, you’ll see. You don’t need him anyway.”

And see, that hurt me. What did they mean they didn’t need me? I was one of the most powerful gods, for crying out loud!

So I turned and walked back to my tent. They didn’t notice my presence.


The son of Hades woke me up that night. Rather rudely, I must say. He was scowling more than usual.

“You’ll get wrinkles too early if you—”

“Look at me, Apollo. I don’t care!” He spat. His hands were closed in fists and he was shaking. “What is wrong with you? What is your problem? Seriously, why can’t you see how amazing your children are and appreciate it instead of being too captivated by your own stupid reflection?”

I blinked at him, keeping my expression neutral. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of demonstrating any distress.

“I have already heard that, di Angelo.” I said in a cold tone that made his expression change, hesitant.

“You heard.” It wasn’t a question. I nodded once.

“Then you already know you’re a terrible parent.” I snorted.

“How can you say that? I am the god of music, truth, prophecy, healing. I’m the one who makes the sun rise every day. You should appreciate me. I’m awesome.”

Di Angelo’s left eye twitched.

“That makes you a skilled god. Powerful. I understand that. But, look, as a parent, the abilities that matter are of appreciating your child. Listening to them. I know you gods are different and don’t have time for that, but, making an appearance once in a while would be great. Check if they are okay.” He snorted. “Honestly, it’s the least you could do after all you put us through.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. Being a hero, serving the gods themselves, had to be the greatest honor imaginable for a demigod. But I was tired (being a human sucked), and didn’t want to argue with such an unreasonable kid. 

Di Angelo was frowning. Then he shook his head and sighed again. “Just… think about it. And come to me if you’re interested in how to be a better father.” He murmured and left my tent without a look back.

“Hmpf.” I snorted and lied down again, trying to rest. But it didn’t come easily, even with my exhaustion. I had to do my best to block di Angelo’s words (he couldn’t possibly be right) in order to enter a dreamless sleep.


Do you guys ever think how excited and hopeful the Apollo children will be ‘cause, WOW, their dad is right there (human and 16, which is awkward af, but okay). They’ll get to know him! He’ll get to know them! And then they slowly realize that, even being close and receiving their help, Apollo doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I mean, can you imagine how disappointed they’ll be? ‘Cause I think about that a lot.

Firsts Ficbit: Babysittin' Dwalin

I haven’t done this in a while…try some typed-in-the-update-window fic, shall we (Update: now with less typos!)?  This is ficbit is part of Firsts, should you need more adorable bb Durins in your life! 

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Kili had been crying now for three years.

Or half an hour.

But it felt like the former.

Dwalin groaned and shifted the baby in his arms.  At first he’d barely wanted to touch the little thing, images of Dis cutting off his precious family jewels if he dropped her tiny helpless son dancing in his head in full color and with copious sound effects.  His first plan had been to leave Kíli in his bassinet, where the baby had slept peacefully for the first hour of this unexpected duty.  He’d been forced to lift the babe out when he started screaming, however, because Fili solemnly informed him: “I’m not ‘llowed to hold Kili if I’m standin’ up.”

Well.  He hadn’t dropped Kili yet, but the baby also hadn’t stopped crying to so much as breathe for what felt like hours, though he suspected it was closer to minutes.  Dis had assured him the babe wouldn’t be hungry, having eaten just before Dwalin walked in the door, Dwalin certainly hoped that wasn’t the problem.  He didn’t have the…equipment.  To solve that particular dilemma.  So he’d decided to try walking the baby, something Balin had referenced doing when Dwalin was an infant, generally to make sure Dwalin remembered which of the two of them was older and wiser.

This wasn’t meant to be his job.  This was BALIN’S job, for just that reason. 

Balin had no right to be away just when Dis and her husband needed a babysitter.

“Shh,” he tried, though he wasn’t much of a hand at the noise and it came out as a sort of spit and garble.

Kíli finally took a deep breath, only to cry some more.

“You haveta move him closer to your face, Mistah Dwalin.“

Dwalin stopped and looked down at Dis’s eldest, who met his gaze with serious blue eyes.  The lad looked like his father, but those eyes were all Thorin.  “My face?” he demanded, with more bark to his voice than he’d meant, but Fíli didn’t back down.  Oh, no, he straightened his little shoulders and lifted his chin and said:

“Yes, sir!” like a tiny soldier.

Dwalin looked doubtful, but did as he was told, lifting his arms so that the tiny face was closer to his own.

Kili was a handsome babe most of the time, but at the moment his face was screwed up so tight he looked like an especially pissed off prune. 

“Say his name, Mistah Dwalin.”

Dwalin sighed.

“Kíli,” he rumbled in what he hoped was a baby-friendly way, but he was really more used to snapping at trainees and threatening to break kneecaps as needed than with talking to babies (they always thought he would  through with it though of course he wouldn’t; warriors with broken kneecaps were no good for anybody).

Kíli hiccupped.

And opened his eyes.

They were dark, dark blue in a way that meant they were changing colors. They’d be like Vali’s, he reckoned, a dark sort of hazel-

Two tiny hands reached out, grabbed his beard, and tugged.

Dwalin didn’t yelp, because Dwalin never yelped, but he did, perhaps, make a bit of a…noise.  Of surprise.  And certainly not of pain because Mahal’s forge how could he pull so hard?!

The fingers twisted and tangled, and Kíli’s mouth opened for what Dwalin assumed would be a truly ear-splitting wail-

And laughed.

It was a warm, gurgling, silly laugh that startled a smile even out of Dwalin – at least until the brat pulled again, bringing tears to the huge warriors eyes.

He’d faced wargs without tears.

And now this.

Thank Mahal no one older than six was here to witness his shame.

There was a scuttling noise beside him as Fíli scrambled onto a chair to see better.  The little boy was smiling fondly at his brother as Kíli attempted to remove Dwalin’s beard one handful at a time.  The teenie fingers were kneading.

Did the baby think he was a cat?!

“Kíli like beards,” Fíli informed him, much too late to do any good.  Or rather, at just the right time, as Dwalin now realized he had been set up by a dwarfling barely past the toddler stage.

“Yes, well, he can’t have mine!”  Dwalin shifted the small body to one huge hand and reached up with the other to free his precious face fur.

“He’ll-”

Dwalin regretted leaning forward to lessen the tension on his beard, foolishly thinking it would give him a better shot at freeing it from the baby’s evil grip.  Because that meant his ear was so, so much closer when Kíli let out a high-pitched scream of severe disapproval.

“Yeah.  That.”

Dwalin was a dwarf who knew war, hunger, and strife.  He had seen a dragon in person and wore scars from orcs, wargs, and human robbers.  He was one of the greatest warriors in Erid Luin.

But being a great warrior means sometimes admitting defeat.

“If,” he asked carefully, “I let him have my beard, he won’t cry?”

“Uh-huh.”

Dwalin pondered this.  “Uh-huh he will or uh-huh he won’t?”

“Uh-huh he won’t cwy any more.” Fili’s mastery of the letter r was shaky at best.

Dwalin sighed and looked into the once again laughing eyes.

“You win this time,” he muttered over Kíli’s delighted giggles and kneading fingers, “but don’t expect this sort of thing all the time.  I’m a warrior, not a pushover.”

Kíli stuck a hunk of hair in his mouth and beamed happily and wetly up at him.