things coming to an end

upperscore  asked:

If time and space exist and time represents death and decay and space represents birth then why do doom and life exist dont they mean kinda the same thing?

Life is basically everything after Space until Time comes in

Doom is the end of Time and everything after it

Plus, there are tooons of other meanings like growth and finality, gaining and losing, chaos and order, etc

I actually ended up REALLY liking these so I’m going to post them on their own.

  • "I solemnly swear I am up to no good": - Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius
  • ""Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.": - Scorpio
  • “OF COURSE IT IS HAPPENING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, HARRY, BUT WHY ON EARTH SHOULD THAT MEAN THAT IT IS NOT REAL?”: Cancer, Libra
  • “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” : Pisces
  • "However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.": - Neptune, Pisces
  • "Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”: Sagittarius
  • "Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human … the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.": - Capricorn
  • "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.": - Taurus
  • "I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.": - Aquarius
  • "You are protected in short by your ability to love": Leo
  • "The mind is not a book to be opened at will and examined at leisure": Virgo
  • J.K Rowling
When you were asked about your plans for the future for the first time, you hadn’t even had your first day of school yet and there were dozens of szenarios in your head of how you’d spend your life.
It took a few years for your dreams to be shaped, until the vary shadows formed contours and you could answer with a small smile playing around your lips whenever someone asked you about that time which still felt so far ahead.
However, in middle school, you had to realize that life wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought before; that many of the things you had once dreamed of would never be possible but then, new ideas started to form in your head and when your friends told you about the subjects their older siblings were studying at university, you almost couldn’t wait to grow up and follow your dreams.
In high school, you had learned about your abilities and the topics you’re interested in, what you are good at and which issues you would rather avoid.
Now, when you were asked about your plans for the future, you could answer with several opportunities lying ahead of you and you’d talk about the cities where you would have liked to study. Graduating no longer seemed out of reach nor sight but still far enough away to not worry about details or feel the need to have your whole life planned out.
But then senior year comes around.
The first weeks, even months, still feel relatively normal, compared to high school, even though more and more people around you have a concrete idea of what they will do after they graduate.
But in the beginning, it’s still possible to laugh it all off, to shrug your shoulders and form an alliance of carelessness with those who feel as lost as you do when it comes to the future.
And you begin to remember all those dreams you once had, especially those who will never truly leave your mind and you cannot stop asking yourself whether it would actually be possible for you to follow them;
if maybe, just maybe, you are really free to achieve whatever you want.
Yet, it is still easy to forget about it all by focusing on the tasks ahead, the final exams and the preparations for the last educational events you’ll ever witness with these people who have been a part of your life for so long.
It’s not hard to simply surpress your worries and fears but then the end of this final year in school comes closer and closer until all the ‘last times’ are beginning.
The last time studying for an exam, the last presentation or the last movie you’ll watch bored to death while doodling on your paper.
But also the last free period spent outside in the sun with the people who mean the world to you, laughing until there are tears in your eyes and your ribs hurt, the last time being late to class because all of you rather stay in the car to finish singing this one song, the last time of ever laughing about a joke of that funny kid in your math class.
And then, suddenly, there is only one week left until you will all go separate ways, hoping that your paths will cross again someday and you cannot possibly understand that this part of your life, which seemed endless back when you were eight, will actually come to an end.
—  // and it is when you are standing on that hill behind the building, looking over the place where you spent almost your whole life, that you realize that it might just be true what people say;
that good things have to come to an end to make room for even greater adventures
j.d.m.
No, I don’t want Dean to kiss Cas...

… as soon as he’s back from the Dead… like the second he’s back. No. That’s OOC and frankly a bit underwhelming and overrated to me tbh.

I want Dean to pull Cas into a hug, one of those tight hugs that may be a bit suffocating to someone just back from the dead. I want Dean to bury his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and just breathe, trying to comprehend that “Cas isn’t dead. Cas isn’t cold like a corpse. He’s warm. He’s Alive”

I want Cas to wrap his hands shakily around Dean, hugging him back, a bit unsure because he just came back from the dead dammit and Dean’s there hugging the life out of him (ironic I know) and after getting a grip of his surroundings, I want Cas to rub Dean’s back soothingly, just wordlessly reassuringly saying “Dean, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m alive

Dean pulls back not too far back, unsure of the amount of time he spent with his eyes closed, just breathing Cas in it was just a few minutes.  And if the trench coat was a little wet, no one mentions it.

“Cas…”

“Dean… I… what happened?”

“You… We came out of the Space Vagina and you followed us out. But then Lucifer was there, he had the Angel blade, and he- You were- Cas man why did you follow us in? You knew the plan. What the fuck were you thinking?!” It should sound angry, it had a right to, but it doesn’t come out that way. Dean didn’t mean it that way anyway. It comes out fearful… pleading…

Cas is explaining whatever ‘the fuck he was thinking’ but Dean stops listening half way through. He just looks at Cas, still not believing that Cas was alive. He’s breathing. He’s back. He didn’t leave me, isn’t gone forever. Dean tears up a little again at that thought.

Of course, Cas notices and stops talking and just tilts his head in that very Cas way of his, squinting.

“Dean…?”

“ ’s Nothing buddy, it’s just…” Dean looks down and trails off, not being able to say it. But, Cas understands. Of course he does, Cas always does.

He smiles. A small, sad smile.

“Good things do happen Dean.”

Dean looks up, giving a half sob, half chuckle. 

Now Dean surges forward and kisses Cas, overwhelmed by his feelings of Love for Cas. Besides, this was long overdue anyway. By 5 fucking years Dean…

The kiss isn’t urgent but slow, deep and intense. It’s full of fear that Cas might’ve been gone forever, relief that he’s back, happiness (giddiness??) that Cas knows just the right things to say that cheer Dean up even if it’s not by a lot it’s the thought that counts and a promise, a promise of more, a promise of later.

And finally, and most importantly, their first ever kiss is full of Love that Dean just couldn’t find the words to express, Dean didn’t want to find the words to express because even a thousand words aren’t enough to tell Cas how Dean feels about him, can’t begin to carry the depth of his love. Besides, actions speak louder than words.

“Yes. Yes they do Cas.”

I’m screaming because I decided to combine these two requests and it ended up longer and more convoluted than expected BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AAA @chiimei @anonymous Thank you for sending them in! c:

From the prompt list (x) || Ao3 link (x)


It wasn’t the first time he’d thrown himself in the line of fire to protect her, and while Ladybug was always grateful to have someone always looking out for her, she couldn’t help but worry that one day irreparable damage would be done to him and she would be without her partner.

Chat Noir was reckless and often in peril, and most of the time it was because he was covering for her in one way or another. As years of their partnership went on, her fear of losing him built up over time. The only thing she could do was build a dam over the river that was her feelings on the matter, because she knew Chat Noir only wanted to protect her, and she couldn’t fault him for that.  

Today’s akuma attack, where she actually saw a sword go through her partner’s stomach, broke that dam in one fell swoop.

It all spilled out and she completely freaked out, and when Marinette freaked out she lost sight of everything and anything in her immediate vicinity, and it was by sheer luck that she had her freak-out in a completely secluded area with only Chat Noir as witness.

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