this brought back so many memories;;;

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Day 5 : “Over the Airwaves” - Voice/Music 

Gabe singing just to cheer up Jack is my cup of tea ~

Didn’t actually think I would participate in the reaper76week but after reading through the list of what’s to come, I couldn’t resist making something after finding a song I haven’t heard for sooo long, and it brought back so many memories…

ya’ll wondering what song dis is?: Eternal featuring BeBe Winans - I Wanna Be the Only One

just FYI, I tweaked the lyrics a bit to my liking in some places..

Some people don’t get it. It wasn’t just Lydia who brought Stiles back. It was all three of them. When Scott went into the chamber, he didn’t know what to do at first. By the time they figure it out it was late because Scott was gonna freeze to death. But he started something guys. Even for a little bit he started something. And then goes Malia with all of her memories and her love for Stiles and she almost died in there. And she made it, she kinda open a small rift. Lydia was just the final katalyst. She had so many feelings kept secret, that when she finally let them out in the open, she completed what Scott and Malia started. THEY opened the rift. Together!

thelazerbird  asked:

Ü brought your old icon back i see

It’s just a temporary icon. Queen princess Marco icon and I have shared so many amazing moments and memories…but I need to move on, it’s time to let go.

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The envelope came in the mail, so small that Adam almost missed it.

No name, though when he smelled it the scent was oddly familiar.

The sight of the card inside brought back so many memories he had to sit down, the sudden rush of warmth in his hand making him squeeze to be sure there was no one holding it.

You’re EGGsactly right for me Be My Valentine.

He turned it over, the tiny heart on the other side filled in with the same name he’d expected to see.

Elias

But this time there was a phone number underneath. He stared at it for some time, sighing before putting it back down.

Instead he picked up the phone and called his mother.

“Hello poppet,” her voice made him angrier than anything.

“You told him where I was,” he accused, “You…”

His mother’s sigh made him look down at the children’s card again.

“The poor little thing came here all excited to see you and I’d be a monster not to!”

“You know I’m not that…”

Another sigh. “Poppet, you can fuck around all you damn like but even at six years old I knew that poor disfigured…”

Adam snapped, “He wasn’t disfigured!”

His mother was quiet and Adam ran his hand across his face. “He’s here? In the states?”

“Was there a stamp on that envelope, Adam?”

Adam closed his eyes. “No. But I’m not calling him. He’ll go away if I just ignore him.”

His mother hummed. “You cried yourself to sleep for days after Elias moved away, poppet. Will you cry again?”

Adam hung up on her, looking down and realizing he had picked up the valentine card without realizing. He remembered exchanging them with Elias then, the bright smile on the other boy’s face when Adam kissed him.

He sighed and picked up the phone, hands shaking as he dialed.

“Hello Addie.”

Adam smiled. “Hi.”

Congrats to @markiplier​ on reaching 16 million subs! Yes I know this is SUPER late…

I really enjoyed him playing @jeffkyler14 fan game Markiplier Adventures 2 so I made some colorful fanart of it!!! This game brought back so many delightful memories and was so full of life and color! I can totally respect that. I even made a speedpaint of it. :D

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HZXRPiniAg

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Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

Written for Klaine Valentines.

Prompt: Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg

Whlie visiting Lima, the Anderson-Hummels return to the Lima Bean.

361 words.  Rated:G

Can also be found on AO3.

Stepping into the Lima Bean years after leaving Lima for New York brought back a lot of memories for Kurt and for Blaine.  They waltzed into the coffee shop in their hometown, their young child swinging in between them.  Kurt and Blaine had traveled back to Lima with their daughter to visit Burt, Carole, and Pam, and they it wouldn’t be a trip back to Lima without going to the place that saw many of their dates after school and the place they spent many afternoons after school.

“So many memories here,” Blaine said softly as he and his family walked into the Lima Bean.

Kurt chuckled.  “Like us admitting we had feelings for each other but were terrified to mess up our friendship?”

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bookwormchocaholic  asked:

TMI: I noticed the description on your sidebar, that you are a traveler. I know that you've been to Paris. What are some of the other places you have been to? Which one was your favorite. :~)

Oh my goodness. You’ve opened the floodgates.

Where to begin? I went to London on a study abroad trip in college and it was life changing. While there, I visited Paris (as you mentioned) and Sicily. I didn’t make it to any other European countries. In some ways I regret that and in others I don’t. I was really trying to assimilate in England and my London friends weren’t travelers so I didn’t want to leave on the weekends. We had the BEST TIME EVER just hanging at the pubs. When we met they quizzed me forever on world affairs, decided I wasn’t a moron, and befriended me instantly. They also teased me about owning way too many clothes and my American accent. But I digress. I would love to see Ireland, Scotland, Amsterdam, and Austria. And I need to go back to England. When I do, I’m gonna see @wizzygold and @witchnova221! Someday. If you offered me a trip to anyplace in Europe, I would go!

Here on this side of The Pond, I’ve been to both Canada (Montreal, Toronto, and Vancouver are amazing!) and Mexico. In the U.S. I’ve visited most of the Eastern Seaboard as well as California, Michigan, and Illinois. I love New York City, Philadelphia, and Chicago and have visited them all several times. My favorite states that I return to time and again are Maine, North Carolina, and New Jersey. I love the beaches in those states and the seafood is unreal. Plus, I have two kids now so vacations have become a family affair.

If I had to choose one place I want to go and haven’t been, it would be California’s Napa Valley. If I had to choose a favorite destination I have been to I would say Sicily because it’s where my mother was born. When we went, she hadn’t been back in 40 years since she’d immigrated here to the U.S. at age 8. Visiting her relatives was very powerful. And oh my word the food! They feed you at all hours of the day and they get distressed if you don’t eat.

I think that covers it. Thanks for asking!
Peculiar Stranger (Part 5)

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean helps you cope with the loss of Chris.

Warnings: Cursing, kinda sad, kinda fluffy.

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A/N: A lot of you guys voted for this to be written next, so here it is! Thank you for voting, and I’m so glad so many of you enjoy this series! I love the feedback too!! Also, thanks for being so patient with me-I’ve been super busy and stressed lately, but I’ll update when I can!

Originally posted by yaelstiel


“Stay still, okay?”, Chris says gently while cleaning the wound on your forehead. You wince at the burning sensation, but you relax soon after it’s over. “Good job”, he praises, kissing the wound softly.

But those memories wouldn’t happen again.

You’re brought back to reality as a sharp sting erupts on the cut on your collarbone. “Fuck!” you unintentionally yelp out, taken off guard. “Sorry”, Dean says quietly, quickly bandaging the wound. 

You sit in silence as you stare at the crackling fire. You refused to go with Sam to burn Chris’s body, and Dean offered to stay behind with you, surprisingly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No”, you reply dully, your eyes lazily and tiredly looking over at him as you wrung your hands. 

Dean sighs. “You know Sam lost his girlfriend a while back, maybe you can talk to him-”

“What the fuck, Dean? Chris was my brother, and he was all I had left” you exclaim, abruptly standing up. You grab your jacket without another word and slam the hotel room’s door shut. You make it to Chris’s and your car, your warm breath steaming up the cold winter frosted glass of the windows.

Your fingers delicately dance over the tape sitting on the seat labelled ‘Chris’ before you place it inside the radio. You close your eyes as the music envelopes you.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.

“I didn’t know you liked the Beatles.” Your eyes snap open and flee to the passenger seat, where a leather jacket clad Dean is sitting. You don’t answer immediately, instead, basking in the music. 

“I didn’t always, you know”, you speak out in a meek voice. Dean’s candy green eyes bore into you. “I was a fan of classic hard rock like my dad, and Chris was a fan of softer rock like my mom. When Dad left, and my mom died, Chris played this song for me in this very car. I guess it just helps me cope.” Crystal tears leak from your eyes as you speak and drop onto the denim of your jeans.

“My mom loved that song too. She’d used to sing it to me when I’d cry before we lost her”, Dean utters, absentmindedly looking at his lap. “I’m sorry, Dean.” You gently grab his hand in yours without thinking, but you actually enjoy the warmth.

He shrugs, although his eyes are misty too. “I guess it’s just part of the job.” His hand rubs yours as he gazes at you.

Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Your head begins to move closer to Dean’s, as if there was a force pulling you together. He seems to be doing the same thing, and his orbs watch you closely before fluttering closed. Your lips are inches apart, his warm breath gently hitting your face before there’s a loud bang outside.

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anonymous asked:

I feel so fucking stupid and it's probably an overreaction but I grew up in an extremely abusive home, the type of domestic violence where I knew cops by name and my father threatened to kill me twice.. And I'm not saying Mon-Hell is that bad but so many of the tricks my father used, he used too. Like the jealousy but making it Kara's fault, and he treats her as "his" and an object, not to mention that new guy blackmailing Kara which really brought back memories. I feel dumb it's just a show

Oh sweetheart, I am so so so sorry. You are completely right about the abuse and the gaslighting, and I am so proud of you for recognizing it, both in the show and in your own life: that is so difficult to do.

But honey, I promise you: you are not stupid. You are not overreacting. And you are not “dumb.” You are valid, and you are real, and you are so, so, so intelligent. You’re smart, and you’re clever, because you can see the warning signs, even when the warning signs are “just” in a show.

Honey, fiction is fiction, sure, but it is also so real. It’s so real that we look for ourselves in it all the time. All of us do. And we celebrate when we see positive representations: it makes so much sense that such horrific things can also trigger you, even if it’s “just” fiction. Because it’s never “just” fiction, darling. It always has emotional roots inside us, and you are completely legitimate – and certainly not alone – in responding in this way.

I am so proud of you for being exactly who you are. You are powerful and you deserve the best of all things. I am sending you all my love, darling: you deserve that and so much more <3 <3 <3

This scene is perfect and Delia is perfect

Let me count the ways:

Delia waits for Patsy to come to her. Not because she’s still upset- on the contrary, we see her reading fairly calmly- but because she knows Patsy is sorry, and she knows that this is something Patsy has to do of her own initiative.

She doesn’t physically crowd Patsy; she knows that she’s not yet up for physical contact. And listen to the dialogue: “I knew you were thinking about your mother and sister but I would never have mentioned them. I know how difficult it is for you to talk about the camp.” There’s none of that “be honest! talk about your feelings!” pressure that usually accompanies these kinds of plotlines. And Delia certainly doesn’t consider being offended because Patsy might not yet want to share her experiences with her.

“I’ve been thinking about them all day.” “Of course you have. It must have brought back so many awful memories.” There’s nothing here but validating and accepting Patsy’s feelings. No “oh don’t think about that” or “it’s completely different now”. Delia just listens to Patsy, who has probably been told to not think “negative thoughts” or to “rise above it” (ily Trixie, but srsly?) countless times over the past 20 years.

Then Patsy’s  says how she didn’t know how to act around Delia in public, and Delia does something that must be truly difficult: she offers to leave. Even though living at Nonnatus was the only way she could keep her mother pacified, even though she’s been dreaming of living with Patsy for over a year, she offers to go if it will make Patsy feel comfortable.


Of course Patsy doesn’t want that. And when she says “I nearly lost you once already”, Delia replies “but you didn’t.” I used to think this was a tangent unrelated to the rest of the scene, but now I realize, as did Delia, that this was exactly what Patsy needed to hear. Part of the reason the typhoid was affecting her so much is because it reminds her of everything she lost, and hence, everything she can lose. Especially with Delia’s accident, and then her mother nearly spiriting her away, Patsy has such a fear of losing the ones she loves (in this case Delia). Delia needed to remind her that, while she may have lost her family, she’s not that helpless little girl in the camp anymore. Delia’s here, and she’s safe, and she’s not going anywhere.

Finally, Delia waits for Patsy to get physically close to her before she gives her the cwtch she so desperately needed. Delia probably knew that’s what Patsy needed and wanted, and she probably desperately wanted to cuddle her herself, but she waited for Patsy to initiate it. At which point, she gives her all the safety and love and comfort she can.


Basically, I’m no psychiatrist, and correct me if I’ve been wrong, but I’m pretty sure this is exactly how you’re supposed to deal with trauma survivors. I’m so glad Patsy has Delia.

“It brought the nation to its knees, but now that we’ve gotten back up, how have things changed; what have we learned?”
—from the Columbine Memorial in Littleton, CO.
REMEMBER COLUMBINE !
🌸04/20/1999🌸


I figured after almost 10 years of research that time doesn’t lessen the pain. And not a year goes by when this day brings radio silence along with it.
I learned so much from Columbine. It saved my life many years ago.
I also learned that this day isn’t only about grieving, but also about celebrating the lives of all 15 that day. And that’s what I’ll be doing.

Never forget, Columbine.

I Am Not Jealous (Reader x Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson)

Word Count: 1488

Summary: Bucky Barnes, Reader’s former Hydra partner, has been brought back to Avengers HQ with fond memories of the reader. 

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO BUCKY! No this has nothing to do with anyone’s birthday. But it does have something to do with bucky!


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Drunken Wedding/Josh Dun x Reader

this is SO SHITTY OH MY GOD

(Y/N) woke to the sun shining through the curtains, a throbbing pain in her skull. She lay still for awhile, trying to recall the events of the night before.

Fogged memories of white streamers cross her mind, along with a brief recall of a wedding gown. She remembers heading to the bar and ordering far too many drinks, she met a guy. 

Her attention is brought back to reality as she hears footsteps down approaching from down the hall, only then does she notice the clothes strewn across the foreign bedroom floor.
The door opens to an extremely hungover Josh, accompanied with a glass of water and a few pills in hand.

“Oh, fuck” is the only thing (Y/N) can mutter.



“Give them something to chase.”

Just finished Titan A.E. and I’m just going

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

The soundtrack brought back so many good memories and I got to remember my most favourite scenes in the entire movie and it felt so good!

It’s my turn to fly,
father be with me tonight,
Oooo, I’m right on target (keep your dream alive)
It’s my turn to fly
Gotta prove this tonight

Deep in 3043, the refugees survived
The whole of humanity is in my hands,
Give me the chance tonight
I’ll prove to you what’s in my eyes
Bring us to victory
Our dreams become reality

Let us never forget this unappreciated movie… EVER! I’ve asked people if they’ve heard of it, so few people know of it and worse… no one remembers it. A freakin’ Don Bluth film that flopped at the box office and caused the closing of Fox Animation Studios but still managed to be just as good for a film that was released 16 years ago with 2D animation blending in almost perfectly with 3D CGI.

Let us not forget.

@vanr-of-neverland your pjo valentines exchange! 


Hazel Levesque. The girl who was brought back to life. The girl who had lost so much of her life, only to be thrown into a new world. She never had proper friends - only Sammy. Sammy Valdez. Do you know how weird it is to be friends with your best friend’s grandson? Leo Valdez had shocked her, flooding so many nostalgic memories. 

She was lost. Then found. 

It used to be just her mother. It sounds lonely, and it was. So when Valentines rolled around, she didn’t want to just celebrate the love of one person. Hazel Levesque loves. That’s what she does, so she gave a little box to each and every person she knew, and whispered a thank you to each and every one of them. 

A picture of all of them sat in the little boxes.