there is no one what will take care of you


Now that Keith is officially officially a Scorpio,

I just want to point out the fact that Keith and Shiro have signs that are known for being very

If any sign other than Scorpio is capable of understanding Scorpio, it is Pisces. There is an emotional depth to Scorpio that not everyone is ready to face and Pisces are ready to face anything in the field of emotions. The sign of Pisces represents our oceans and seas, while Scorpio represents rivers. Each river flows into the ocean or the sea, and this reflects the emotional connection between these signs in the best possible way.“


(From Pisces POV) “This is one of those perfect matches which can make others jealous... You'll connect with this partner on a very deep and satisfying level, often knowing what each other are thinking or feeling at any given time. Scorpio aren't often portrayed as leaders, but the reality is they're more than capable of taking the lead if they choose to. In the case of your relationship you're likely to often appreciate your partners incredible inner strength - they can handle anything life throws at them - especially when they have a caring partner such as you beside them. Scorpio is a supremely devoted and protective partner, exactly what you need. Don't be surprised however if your partner will do anything to stop others taking advantage of you. See this for what it is - how they show they care - protectiveness rather than meanness.”


“ Traditionally, Scorpio and Pisces are astrological soul mates... Pisces looked like someone who would also protect and care for them, and who genuinely cared about Scorpio’s well-being and happiness. With time, Scorpio develops more trust in Pisces than they do in most other human beings.”


anonymous asked:

Hey, im sorry for the ask but where does it states that those scenes were before the launching and not like... just showing a special cadet a fucking nice rocket and all? (As for Matt, just to have pictures of him in the garrison) /sorry, i dont really know this kind of stuff

Pidge was there with Matt because he was leaving for Kerberos soon. That’s why he gives her the glasses, promises to come back soon, takes the commemorative photos, and so on. This also explains why Shiro is there–he’s the third person on the Kerberos crew. 

I’m also pretty sure that’s their shuttle docked in the background there. Which is part of why I also think Shiro is thinking back to this same launch and his parting with Keith in the second episode. You can see that rocket still in the background there. So logically, it’d be near the mission launch. But also from a thematic standpoint, it’s just natural to conclude that Keith was thinking of the same event as Pidge since both his memory and the photo were drawn with the same background–the launch for Kerberos. In Pidge’s flashback, we also see Shiro kind of leading Keith around and pointing things out–makes sense if he’s giving him a tour of the launch site. 

Anyway, this also gives us a reason to include Keith in the scene as well. It’s understandable they’d let the astronauts be with their closest loved ones before the launch. That’s something they actually do at places like NASA too. But, if Shiro’s backstory is what I think, and he’s estranged from his family, it’s very possibly he had no relatives to bring with him. So perhaps as an exception the garrison would allow Shiro to take Keith to the launch instead. You know, that way he’d have someone he really cared about to see him off. It’s…really sad, but also bittersweet in that, no matter what, at least he still had Keith. And that was the last person he wanted to see.

Everybody out here yelling abt “but what does Keith do for LANCE though” in regards to Lance being Keith’s stability, etc as if this relationship is emotionally one-sided like




He genuinely cares about what Lance has to say!! When Lance has a concern, Keith LISTENS!! When Lance has a plan, or advice, KEITH LISTENS!!!!! He treats Lance like an equal, even when they’re butting heads with each other. He actively seeks out Lance for support and even when Lance is dead ass like “You did something fucking stupid, buddy, we need to fix this” Keith is like “shit you’re right”

Y'all know how bad Lance needs somebody that validates him I mean it’s a small thing and Keith is Not Great at it but Thats…. wtf Lance NEEDS. That’s what Keith does for Lance.

A New Life

Part One

Summary: Your family is killed while you are out celebrating Fall Break with some friends from college. You’re about to take your own life when the Winchester boys come rolling in. They turn your world completely inside out, but along the way you discover a new purpose in hunting and a love you never even dreamed could exist.

Words: 1,978

Warnings: angst; talk of death and attempting suicide

A/N: I’ve never really written anything before, so please be nice if it’s terrible and ridiculous. It was kind of just a therapeutic thing for me to write. I was having a bad day and it made me feel better to think of Dean and Sam coming to the rescue. :) Feedback and reblogging or whatever is welcome! I’m new to Tumblr, so I’m still figuring out what to do.

(P.S. I’m a Dean girl through and through, so eventually this will be a Dean x Reader.)




You look out over the river and watch the current as you try to calm your anxious mind. The scenery really was beautiful. It was a cloudy autumn day, and you could see over the treetops that a storm was heading your way. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and inhale the fresh autumn air. Being here was almost peaceful and, had you been in a better place, you might have enjoyed the moment. You shake your head as unwelcome memories start creeping into your mind.

You hear tires screeching behind you, but you still don’t open your eyes. You try to ignore the opening of car doors behind you as you try to fix your focus back on the sound of the rushing water below.


“Excuse me!”

You hear two male voices calling out to you at the same time. You take another deep breath, and try to ignore them before you lose your nerve.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down from there before you fall!” One of the voices said. You could hear them running up behind you, but you didn’t care. You stayed planted where you were on the edge of the bridge.

“Dean, cool it. That’s not going to help.” The other voice said. He turned his attention back to you and spoke softly. “Hey. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. We just want to talk to you for a sec… Can you tell us your name?”

You take another breath, and slowly open your eyes. You look out at the trees, taking in all the warm colors of the leaves. You glance at the water below. It feels a lot higher up than when you first got here, and you can feel yourself slowly unraveling and losing your nerve.

“Hey.” You hear Sam’s soft voice again.

You glance behind you and notice the one that said his name was Sam is a few feet behind you to the left. He’s holding his hands up, and his face is wary as he tries to reassure you that he’s not a threat to you. You turn and look over your right shoulder to see his brother, Dean, also a few feet away. His jaw is locked, and he’s staring intently at you. His body is tensed, and you get the sense that if you made a move to jump, he would be ready to close the gap between you and try to intervene.

“Can you tell us your name?” Sam repeats again. You take another deep breath, looking away from both of them out at the water again, as you hold on to the railing with one hand. “Y/N.” You reply in a whisper. You’re fighting the urge to cry again as tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N. That’s a nice name.” Sam says in a soothing voice as he takes another cautious step toward you. “I know you don’t know us, but we just want to help. Can you get down and talk to us?”

You let out a long, shaky breath you hadn’t realized that you’d been holding in. You begin trembling as all of the events of the past few weeks come crashing back down on you. The grief and depression you repressed all morning was starting to suffocate you. Your tears betrayed you and started silently rolling down your face. “I…can’t.” You choke out.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know why, but you wanted to be able to tell them what happened. How you’d lost everything. How you didn’t really want to die, but you just couldn’t stand living anymore. How you wanted them to save you from what you were considering doing. But the words wouldn’t come.

“Y/N. Talk to us. Please… We just want to help.” Sam spoke again. He was trying to sound calm, but you heard the hitch in his voice. You glanced over one shoulder, then the other to see that both boys had gotten closer. They froze, not wanting to push you too far.

You swallowed hard, as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks. “I…” You trailed off. It felt like your heart and lungs were being crushed. Your knees buckled beneath you, and you swayed as your emotions came rushing back to the surface. In the same instant, you felt Dean’s strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you off the railing of the bridge. You went limp in his arms, and crumpled into a heap on the ground. You felt like you were drowning, and you could no longer hold in the sobs that rocked through you.

“Hey, it’s alright… You’re okay, Y/N.” Dean said as he held you in his arms on the ground. You turned and continued to sob into his chest as he gently rocked you back and forth.

“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Sam asked. You shook your head and began crying harder. Sam furrowed his brow, and you could tell he felt bad for asking the wrong question.

The boys sat with you until you started to calm down; Dean cradling you protectively in his arms as Sam held your hand. When the tears slowed, you tried again to speak. “They’re…gone.” You whispered. “My family. A few weeks ago…they were my whole world. I have nothing left… I don’t want to live in a world where they don’t exist.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Sam trailed off. The three of you sat in silence for several more minutes until you found that you could cry no more. The need was still there, but you had cried so much lately that your eyes felt like they’d dried out.

Dean unraveled his arms and sat back so he could look at you. “How’d you get here, sweetheart? There’s not a car remotely close to here. Did someone just leave you out here alone?”

You shook your head. “Last night, everything was just… too much. I decided I didn’t want to fight anymore.” You drew in another long, shaky breath. “I couldn’t fight anymore. I realized how completely alone I was in my motel room and…something in me just broke. My car wouldn’t start, and I couldn’t sit still anymore, so I just started walking.” You bit your lip as you realized you had no idea just how far you’d walked, or where exactly you were.

“So here’s the thing,” Sam said, pausing to choose his next words carefully. “I don’t think you should be alone right now. Could we give you a ride? Maybe we can go back and get your stuff, and you can stay with us for a couple days. You know, just so you don’t have to be alone. We were just passing through town and our…job finished a couple days early. We don’t have anywhere to be right now.”

You tried to reason with yourself that you should be more worried about the consequences of being whisked away by two strangers you just met, but at this point you didn’t care. You felt numb. You were physically and emotionally exhausted, and you figured that anything would be better than continuing to lie here on the side of the road. 

Besides. They had just saved you from what could have been an impulsive and permanent decision. You felt like you owed it to them to try, and something about them made you think you could trust them. You felt safer already with them here. 

You looked up at Sam and nodded once.

Dean scooped you up and carried you to his sleek, black car. As he helped you into the back seat, they asked what motel you were staying at. You answer, but you can feel the exhaustion from today catching up with you. The last thing you remembered hearing was the engine roar to life as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up later to the low hum of voices. You were disoriented for a moment and unsure of how you got to be on this unfamiliar motel bed. With a sinking feeling, everything came flooding back to you. But before you could dwell on that, the boys noticed you stirring and came to sit on the other bed across from you.

Dean piped up first. “How’re you feeling, kid?”

You sat up, hugged your knees to your chest, and shrugged. “It still doesn’t feel real.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Sam asked. He hurriedly added, “You don’t have to. But we’re here to listen if you wanted to.”

You hesitated, but felt like they were genuinely concerned for you. Again, you had a nagging feeling that these were people you could trust. Even if they were strangers.

 “I was out of town.” You said quietly. “I…found them when I got back. My family.” They waited patiently for you to continue. “It was horrible. I got home late on a Friday night after hanging out with some friends from undergrad… It was the middle of the night because we had closed down the bars. I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with them before Fall Break was over, and… Walking through the door I could just feel something wasn’t right, you know?” You were whispering now, and you started to cry again as you recalled the scene from just a few weeks ago.

“I found my dad first. In the living room. His rifle was a few feet away… I’m sure he had heard whoever it was and tried to protect my mom and little brother. There was just… blood everywhere. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that night in my house. I grew up in that house. It was… it was my family. I should have been there, I should have…”

By this point, you were sobbing again. Sam came to sit by you on the bed, and put his arm around you. “Y/N, you couldn’t have known that was going to happen. And if you had been there…you would be gone too.” You knew he was trying to choose his words carefully, but it still knocked the air out of you to hear someone reiterate that your family was gone.

“You know the worst part?” You asked. “They still haven’t caught the person who did it. I mean… they said it had to be some sort of serial killer, but that was the last I heard of it.” Suddenly, your temper flared and you started shouting between sobs. “What kind of sick, cruel bastard would do such a thing?! My family is GONE, all because of some sick Halloween freak that gets off on murdering people!”

“Sick, Halloween freak?” Dean is confused.

“Yeah. It was like something out of a horror movie. Like he’s got some sick cannibal or vampire fetish. Every one of their throats were torn up, like… teeth marks. Can you imagine someone biting… he just…” You couldn’t talk about it anymore. The images that came flooding back made you sick and again you felt the desire to end your life and escape this pain.

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally, he said, “Like… it was as if someone bit their throats?”

You nodded. “More like…tore their throat apart rather than a bite…but yeah.”

Through your tears, you saw Sam and Dean share a look. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I hate to ask you to talk about it anymore, but…”

“But, what?” You sniffed. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You wanted to find a way to erase the horrible images etched in your mind.

Dean leaned toward you, resting his elbows on his knees. He glanced at Sam, then back at you. “Y/N… There’s some things you should know about what’s out there in the world.”

anonymous asked:

I feel like all you want is attention. You were way to open about having a relapse of anorexia. And dont say you didnt want attention about because 1st, you wouldnt have said anything and 2nd, you could have ignored the asks about it. It disgusts me to be honest. You make it seem as if you are proud to have it. Its offensive to all anorexics and ones recovering from it.

Lol well first off, I just don’t fucking care if people know, I’m not that kind of person to keep things anyway for people often, I already know this shit can seriously damage me in the future but I have the right to talk about it and take the situation lightly if I want, it’s my life anyway
And frankly, idgaf about what you think or feel, this is my blog after all, annnndddd the point of it is to get attention smh

screaminggreyunicorn  asked:

Hello, I have a question! I hope it's not too stupid. Assuming Don G Silver and Don Giovanni are both skeleton monsters, what are their respective soul color? By the way, I love your art and all your Gs, they're so cool! You manage to make each one very recognizable despite them looking a lot like each other, it's incredible. Especially with both the Dons... I mean they're so hot... Hem. Anyway, take care and thank you for you answer, whatever it is! <3

wow it’s been a while since I got any mail! HAHa glad u like my works

Ummmm tbh in my version all monster hearts are white. :D… I’m not very creative lol but yeh both dons have white/silvery look (maybe gio is like darker shade of silver?) 

Give me culturally sensitive momgwen

Gwen wants to be a better parent to Max. She realizes they haven’t done anything for his culture.

So she starts with a language book. She reads it obsessively when he isn’t home, even taking notes.

Next she starts learning about customs and holidays. She wants to celebrate something special with Max.

Her next book is one on the history of Max’s culture. This one is a lot thicker than the rest.

David and Max have no idea what she’s doing. She wants it to be a surprise.

And it is a surprise to Max when she says “I love you, goodnight,” in his native language.

He literally starts crying tears of joy because she cared enough to learn about him, even if her language is really sloppy.

Bonus: Max helps Gwen with her studies. Now they talk shit about other people in another language together, or when Max needs something he doesn’t have to worry about the other campers finding out if he asks Gwen because all of them only speak English.

🦂if you tag as any camper x conselor ship, I will skin you🦂

miss-to-oh  asked:


sex+romance headcanons

💯 - What is my muse’s ideal date?

A difficult question for someone who usually doesn’t do dates at all. He never really cared for these types of things, unless there’s someone he’s interested in and suddenly he feels the urge to spoil them. Thing is, he can take his potential partner to beautiful places, romantic dinners, etc; but what he loves the most is just spending time with them in a secluded place, having one of those really engaging conversations where they forget about everything around them - if you can keep his interest all night long, still leaving him with the need to talk even more, you already won. … Not to mention that if the conversation gets really heated, it will most likely end with a bit more than just talking. He’s just a very… intellectual person. And let’s not forget he’s sapiosexual.

Canceled an interview for the first time...

It’s weird to have enough interview invites to cancel some of them (not-so-humblebrag, I know). It’s nice - I’ve gotten an invite from every program I applied to except one, but from what I’ve heard they’ve only invited their rotators so far. 

I have to turn down some more this week, since I can’t go on all the ones I’ve scheduled. Well, actually, I could, but I don’t need to - I can save myself the money, and let someone else have the interview slot who’s more likely to go there. 

There are a few programs I would love to check out, and if you had asked me 2 months ago, I would’ve said I would absolutely go on the interview. But now I’m taking care of my mom, and flying across the country just for fun when she’s not well and I’m her sole caretaker just isn’t an option any more. And it sucks, because this is my last chance to really see what those places are like, and see if I’d want to live there and train there, but I can’t.

I’m keeping plenty of interviews, and I’m really excited about all of them too. But it’s hard to celebrate when she’s sick, and I’m commuting 5 hours a day to take care of her, and there’s no one to celebrate with me.

anonymous asked:

All I want from DC is for Timbo to, at some point, kick Future!Tim's ass with the support of all his brothers. But especially Damian. If only because Future!Tim would never see that one coming. And Steph kicking him in the nads for good measure hopefully.

And future!Tim being so shocked that the family came together to save Damian. And is just like “But you don’t understand what he becomes!” And Tim with the ‘finishing’ blow being like. “That’s what you don’t get. We don’t care what he becomes. He’s my brother and I will not let you hurt him and get away with it.”

Damian has no idea what to do with hearing that. And just dumbly lets Tim take his hand and drag him away to safety, while the rest of the fam deals with that idiot from the future. 

Yeah, that last post about Thranduil must have set off something because there are no words to describe what I just read from my fan girl. I think I hear wedding bells. Oh, LEE…someone wants to feed you and take care of you (who wouldn’t–that was the understatement of the year; not me though, I burn water).

It’s funny if you think about it: I have more game than the idiots trying to hit on me–got a new one that said “hi” once and thinks that’s a prelude to getting my phone number.

Cute: Me and Lee are convincingly the opposite sex (one Halloween, I dressed as Prince, girls were flirting with me and the next day in the cafeteria they were asking who that guy was–he was cute: Well, he ended up writing The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy. Inspired by her:

as him:

What’s even funnier–one of the girls that liked “him” was the prettiest girl in the dormitory (and friend of mine) that all the guys liked but she was never interested in any of them until she met “him” and wouldn’t stop talking about “him” for weeks–she never knew it was me. I finally told her and the other girls he was just visiting from out of town and I only met him once in passing. My guy friends asked me if I liked “him”. My boyfriend at the time tried to tell people it was me but they never believed him. 

I got game. This couldn’t get weirder if I made this up, @fortunatelyclevercandy. It’s true. Well me and Lee have that in common: we’re androgynous. 😂🤣

anonymous asked:

"Do you not realise what I'm doing here Rob. I'm saying, lets be messed up forever. Again!"

“You’re meant to be in France…or somewhere.”

“I was, this morning. Then I remembered what day it was.” Robert knew, it was why he was just a little drunk and sprawled on Vic’s sofa but he hadn’t thought Aaron would care, not after everything. “A year, Robert.”

“Yeah. I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“I’m not likely to forget it am I? So, what do you say?” He shouldn’t. They should talk, get everything out in the open, he knew that. Then again he’d never been one for taking the easy option.

“Messed up forever.”

Send me a sentence!

anonymous asked:

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I was just reading your latest post and I have no idea what you mean by Jin's dark past at his boys school. What happened in his school? P.S: I hope your job isn't as stressful now and I hope your taking care.

oh by “dark past” i mean his sea-deep burried white day secrets from his high school time. and yoongi seems to know something 👀👀👀

also thank you so much for the support! and to other anons as well yesterday last week too, i cant reply one by one but i’m really grateful for your messages ;;

I was trying to think of what to be for halloween, and remembered that these things happened

My view on the whole “sexual comments about the twins” thing

I’m not trying to start drama or anything and I 1000% promise this is not directed at anybody because the last thing I want is for anybody for see this and think I’m trying to take sly jabs at them because it really isn’t like that.

I have seen several posts recently about how people are seemingly getting offended when people make sexual comments about and towards the twins. Or just sexual comments in general..

And honestly? It’s your blog, do whatever the hell you want with it. I really don’t care. I know the comments people make are all in good fun and nobody ever says it with bad intentions. You do you, I’m not here to tell you what to do.

HOWEVER!! one thing that does concern me is how young some of the members in our tumblr fandom are. I think it’s awesome that there’s such a broad age spectrum in the fandom, and I have no issues with younger fans having a blog, the more the merrier!

The thing is, I have seen a lot of younger people’s blogs (once again, this post is not directed at anybody!!) reblogging things of a sexual nature regarding the twins, and it honestly makes my skin crawl with how uncomfortable it makes me.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, your blog is yours, as is freedom of speech. But if you like to say things of a sexual nature, please be mindful of who is following your blog and that they’re of an age where all jokes and references are being viewed by mature audiences I guess?

You can literally tell me to shut up and mind my own business, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I feel really strongly about saying something about it.

anonymous asked:

Everyone gets tired eventually. I'm sure you've been put through a lot of mental or emotional strain and I think it's time for you to actually take care of yourself. Nothing's going to change if you don't make the first move. There are so many people here that care about you a lot and wouldn't want to see you gone. Just one more day. If you last through that then keep on striving to wake up for another. I'm so proud of you already

I’m already going to a psychologist and taking medication for years, what is supposed to me the first step?! Ugh, sorry if this came out as rude, but I am tried of hoping to get better but neer actually getting better. Anyway thank you for the support 💙

anonymous asked:

"one day ppl who despise you will find u beautiful" is interesting. im working on caring less of others opinions n i still v much root my self worth in my looks,(certainly)bc I used to be low-key consistently bullied for my looks and now as Im not textbook beautiful, i'm kinda reclaiming what beautiful means to me, n while I want others to think i look at least reasonably good, i largely aim it as a kinda fuck you if im confident in my ~uglyness~ and want others to be attracted to my confidence?

Interesting take, and I’m curious about this. Are you meaning to abandon beauty altogether, or to abandon the gaze of others?

Because, for me, it’s a constant debate between the perception others have of me, the perception I think they have of me, my skewed perception of myself , and my constant bargain with the fact that, perhaps, beauty does matter to me after all. And I can’t detangle myself out of that, even though I’m perfectly aware that this is the very thing that makes me miserable, most of the time.

Uh, okay, so about #MonthOfSpreads...

I dropped off the wagon, as I seem to do a lot for challenges, but this time I had a reason!

The Day 10 reading was actually pretty painful for me and I needed some time to think on it. Then I had some irl stuff to take care of and before I knew it, I’m now 6 days behind.

I’m planning on catching up, but I was wondering what would be the best way that you (my followers) would like me to post them.

A.) Posting readings twice a day until I’m caught up


B.) Posting them all at once just to be caught up

One seems more spammy than the other, but both would let me get my head back in the game. Which do you prefer?

“Rocket Queen” by Guns N’ Roses

Top Metal Songs of the 80′s - #94

If I say I don’t need anyone
I can say these things to you
‘Cause I can turn on anyone
Just like I’ve turned on you
I’ve got a tongue like a razor
A sweet switchblade knife
And I can do you favors
But then you’ll do whatever I like

It turns out that this is the perfect song to end one of the greatest metal albums of the 80′s. Not only does it have a lot of great and unique parts to it, if you look  at the album as a concept album, what begins with a rude awakening (”Welcome to the Jungle”) ends with the tenderness of “all I ever wanted was for you to know that I care”. In fact, the song itself is a microcosm of that same journey that the album takes, ending, of course, in the same place. 

The song itself, which, which apparently parts of had been around in Slash, Duff, and Steven’s previous band, has some of the most unique work on the album with a a slow slide solo with sex sounds over it (more about that later) and that absolute HUGE riff coming out of the solo section. Then, oddly, it slows down to a sort of ballad before picking up with those great metal power chords again (which is kinda odd because GNR, despite being a big metal band, weren’t really about big power chords - they were more about slippery blues riffs). 

And then there’s the controversy of the middle section. If you’re not aware, apparently Axl wanted to record live sex sounds for that part and decided it would be a good idea to employ Steven’s current girlfriend for that purpose - without Steven’s knowledge. Of course the girl agreed, so one night they set up the recording studio and, well, got the sounds they wanted. Needless to say, Steven wasn’t thrilled when he found out, and, while everyone denies it, I’m guessing it was stunts like this that contributed to Steven’s eventual departure. 

anonymous asked:

What do you think about that one Kurapika art that's like? Female Kurapika I guess? Like it has to be them/him b/c the chains on the hand is the same. I can't tell if it's fanart or not b/c it looks like another official cover but like I think there's a bloody 4th prince (I don't know how to spell his name) sitting in his hot tub like on one of the panels. Like is that just some fanart? Is it foreshadowing? Kurapika's crossdressed in the past and 4th prince likes women a lot so possibly?


?? I have no idea what you’re talking about…? it’s likely it’s a fanart though, i don’t think we ever got official art like that.

And I think that’s something people may theorize would happen, but I think it might be a little pushed to the extreme. I don’t know at all really ;;-;;

It’s weird tho :O 

take care!