this was excruciating

As much as I want hallucination!Oswald to have enough power over Ed to be able to touch him, please consider: hallucination!Os phasing right through Ed.

They’re standing so close together, close enough to touch, Ed’s looking into the watery whites of his best friend’s dead eyes. He thinks he can feel cold breath hitting his face. He watches as Oswald’s hand reaches up towards his shoulder, and it seems so real that he braces for the impact-

Only for the hand to rip right through him, a chilling numbness following in its wake, settling, freezing, into his bones. It’s excruciating; it feels like part of him is being forcibly torn out, leaving him hollow and empty and terrified.

He finds himself falling to the floor, hallucination standing over him, and he wonders if this is what Oswald felt when he hit the water.

anonymous asked:

More from Subaru appearance headcanons PLEEEEEASE !!!! and Ayato's and Yuma's too if there is not big problem. THANK YOU !

I tried but I couldn’t come up with anymore headcanons on Subaru’s appearance but here’s a list of the tattoos he’s planning to get.


♣ He wants barb wire on his arm, he plans for that to be the start of his sleeve nvn/

♣ A rose on his forearm that travels to his wrist.

♣ All kinds of tribal shit around the rose that leads up to the barbwire.

♣Of course he could handle it, it would have to be done in parts still because the amount of time it would take to do the intricate details would be excruciating for the artist.

Ayato:

♥ Luckily he does not have any dry skin problems… though he could use some moisturizer sometimes to relieve redness.

♥ I like to think the triplets have freckles, Ayato being the in between with not too many but not too little.

♥ His hair feels a lot like Laito’s, not too soft not too rough but nice enough to make you want to play with it forever.


♥ Save yourself because Ayato is tender headed, he’ll whine when you hurt his scalp and continue even after you are done messing with his hair.

♥ Ayato has pretty basic piercings, his ears mainly. Not really anymore than that though.

♥He’s not one for tattoos either.

Yuma:

• Okay but guys… Yuma… with a tan. I’m not sure if vampires can even get tan but I want tan Yuma so dammit we got tan Yuma.

• Freckles? Freckles, and lots of ‘em. They are so prominent that they make you want to pinch his cheeks. That is ill advised, do not do that.

• His hair is rather soft, the main reason why it repeatedly falls out of it’s bun, and if you can ever catch him with it down I suggest you play with it. He may bite your fingers clean off but it will be worth it.

• His scalp can take the beating, from constantly having to be pulled back and brushed out quite often, it’s gotten used to it.

• Yuma does not have any piercings, nothing against them really, they just aren’t his thing.

• If Ruki would let him though, Yuma would be decked in tattoos simply because they look cool and badass… and Yuma’s a badass.

scottmcdoll  asked:

So I was creepin' through your Moulin Rouge tag because you just reblogged it and I was like "oh yeah! i love that movie. It's been forever..." and I saw your tag about how Tony would love it (he WOULD). And out of curiosity: have you seen that stevetony moulin rouge au edit where steve is christian and tony's satine?

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHERE

listen i was crying about my tony stark + moulin rouge emotions in excruciating detail back in 2014 (click me) and i absolutely mentioned that tony would Feel satine very deeply in his tormented soul so oh my GOD i need to see that

anonymous asked:

hi, I was reading your last answer and it made me wonder, in a Fedal match do you root for Nadal since hes your favorite?

Not necessarily. When it comes to Fedal what matters to me is their performance, not really the result. In certain situations I will want one to win over the other, like in Australia earlier this year; I wanted Roger to win that because I knew he “needed” it more than Rafa at that moment.

But what I expect out of a Fedal match is for them to have to battle it out like it’s WWIII out there and the future of the nations depend on them making the match as tight as it could possibly be. Think Wimbledon 2008; grueling, excruciating, unpredictable.

Even though Rafa lost their latest slam final, it didn’t hurt because they fought their hardest and it showed on the scoreboard. Roger prevailed in the end but it could seriously have gone either way. The same obviously can’t be said about their encounter last week. I confess though: I wouldn’t have been so devastated for Roger if Rafa had stomped him instead. However, the reason for that isn’t just blind bias: for the sake of everything Fedal represents, Rafa needs to keep on being the one who stops Roger, and I can’t bear the thought that he might not have the weapons for that anymore. And I’m not stating that he doesn’t, but we’re gonna have to wait and see, aren’t we?

All that said, Rafa’s losses always hurt more than Roger’s because I know it’s much more painful for him to be out there fighting than it will ever be for Roger. So I just want him to be rewarded for his immense strength and perseverance.


(then comes Delpo v Rafa like in the Olympics and I just wanna scream and jump in the ocean and drown because how do I possibly deal with that) 

They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction and from attachment to attachment.
Just a PSA

Please ladies, don’t make fun of women who wear pads. Like, don’t call them a dipper butt or a child or anything thing else degrading for not inserting a tampon in their vagina.

Some of us can’t physically do it for medical reasons and it hurts to try and if you manage it, it’s just even more excruciating to pull out. A lot of women fear TSS that runs rampant when a tampon is inserted for too long. Other women like me do it because it’s more comfortable for us.

For whatever reason it is, don’t make fun of it!

It’s already enough that periods in modern day society are considered taboo and shameful to have in any way shape or form, we don’t need to feel bad about how we contain it too.

iamhalsey: Today I braved multiple terrifying surgeries. The most important of which being the surgery that would hopefully treat my endometriosis. For those of you who have followed this battle of mine or who may suffer with it yourself, you know the extremes to which it can be mentally exhausting and physically painful. OK HONESTLY I’m in total agony right now 😜😜😜 (and I’m going to be in excruciating pain for a while cause I had quite the cocktail of procedures today). But in my recovery I am thinking of all of you and how you give me the strength and stamina to power through and prosper. If you suffer from chronic pain or a debilitating disease please know that I have found time to live a crazy, wild, rewarding life AND balance my treatment and I hope so much in my heart that you can too. I’m gonna be off the map for a few days but please know even if I’m not on social media I am thinking of you. #endowarrior #endometriosis 💛💛💛💛💛💛

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[…] then I worked with this amazing choreographer, and basically every week I would do a dance that she would record on her phone, and it was genuinely the most humiliating moment of the week ever. And I would send those to David Yates, our director, then I would wait for an excruciating four hours for his response. […] And the response would come back going, “I’m not sure what you were doing with your bum was quite seductive enough. I’m not sure that’s gonna entice her to roll. Can you come up with some more options?” And I’ll be like, “Yeah, okay.” So out there in the world on David [Yates]’ phone are about 10 of the most career-ending videos imaginable. —Eddie Redmayne on Newt’s seductive mating dance [x]

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Revenge of the Sith | Tidbit Tuesday | Heavy Lies the Crown   

“He (Hayden Christensen) is smaller and lighter than I am, yet he has to do the same things I did and he has to appear just as if he is me. He walked a bit like Frankenstein, but he wanted to do it.” - David Prowse

In Revenge of the Sith George Lucas deliberately made the Darth Vader suit top-heavy (for instance adding weight on the helmet and armor) to make Hayden Christensen not appear “too accustomed” to it in the movie, therefore the suit that the actor wore was much more heavier than the ones Prowse used in the OT. Christensen’s Frankenstein-like walk and mannerism were intentional and deliberate to realistically portray Anakin’s suffering, clumsiness and difficulties in getting accustomed to his new artificial body and armor. The excruciating pain of his injuries and all the surgeries he went through and his new artificial legs, he was unused to, would naturally hinder his movement.

Regarding the height difference between the actors, Bob Anderson who played Vader in his fight scenes in Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi was 1,85 m, only 2 cm taller than Christensen. Because of the height differences - Anderson was 6'1" (1.85m), while Prowse was 6'7" (2.02m) - Anderson’s scenes were filmed from a lower angle to make him seem taller, or he stood on some small stilts.

  • Eren: *saved Mikasa from being sold as a slave when he was 9*
  • Eren: *graduates 5th in the top 10*
  • Eren: *motivated his fellow trainees to fight*
  • Eren: *saved his friend Armin without a leg*
  • Eren: *held open the jaws of a titan*
  • Eren: *flipped Reiner and Jean easily*
  • Eren: *learned a fighting technique after he saw it once*
  • Eren: *plugged the hole in Wall Maria*
  • Eren: *has been tortured and kidnapped*
  • Eren: *has to deal with the excruciating memories from his father*
  • Eren: *self harms in order to transform and save people*
  • Fandom: Eren is such a useless and weak character, he always cries for no reason.

I know we all have different ideas about Lena at the alien bar, hell if she would ever even step a foot inside the alien bar because why would they want her there when her family has done nothing but try to rid the planet of aliens?

But I just got this idea of what if Lena does go to the alien bar and she’s nervous as hell but disguises it with her perfect Luthor composure and Kara’s hand is wrapped tightly around her own and she’s whispering “Lena just say the word and we’ll leave.”

But this is such a big part of who Kara is and even though Lena is terrified, she wants to know every part of Kara. So she walks into the bar expecting the worst…

Only to very quickly realize that the patrons in the bar –after 5 seconds of excruciating silence followed with whispers of thanks, nods and handshakes, and the bartender saying her first round is already covered– they don’t see her as a member of the most famous alien-hating family, but as the only reason all the aliens, all of them, in National City are even alive because she destroyed the Medusa virus.

Join me in AU Territory for a few minutes, okay?

a.  So Obi Wan Kenobi basically ends up going, “NOPE. FUCK THIS NOISE.” and decides to raise baby Luke Skywalker himself.

(He’s not a true Jedi anymore; not when he can see all the mistakes he’s made with Anakin in full, excruciating detail.  Not when those closely held values of detachment and denial of emotions have led to fire and death and grief and…

No.  He will not turn.  He might not be a perfect Jedi, but he won’t turn to the Dark Side.)

b.  So he loves Luke with all his heart and baby Luke is basically the teeniest, most adorable ball of sunshine and light and his smiles are a balm on Obi Wan’s broken heart.

c.  Also.  Obi-Wan joins the Rebellion. Because hope doesn’t just lie in Jedi and the Light Side of the Force.   Hope lies in the people who are willing to live and die for their freedom, who are there to resist the Empire and its lies.

d.  Eventually, Obi-Wan finds Rex and Ahsoka and of course, that means baby Luke has more family members who will love him.  Maybe he’s not growing up as royalty the way Leia is, but he is equally treasured and precious to Uncle Rex and Aunt ‘Soka.

(Except Luke calls her Snips - just out of the blue - even though Obi Wan has never told him about this nickname and he doesn’t understand why Aunt ‘Soka suddenly catches him up in her arms and holds him tight tight tight.  He thinks he’s made her sad but Aunt ‘Soka tells him she can be his Aunt Snips and thus, Aunt Snips she became.)

e.  Obi Wan does not want to put the burden of stopping Vader on Luke’s shoulders.  It is monstrously unfair and neither Luke nor Leia should be burdened with the task of repairing their father’s mistakes.  This was Obi-Wan’s failure and it is his job to make it right.

f.  Vader chases after Obi-Wan’s ghost in various Rebel skirmishes - Jedi who mysteriously disappear and escape his finest soldiers,. Imperial shipyards being sabotaged, the best scientists of the Empire making successful defections.  He is always just one step behind, just one moment too late.  Vader’s rage knows no bounds.

(Vader never sees or hears about the child in Obi-Wan’s care.  His heart has already been buried in the royal tombs of Naboo, where Padme Amidala lies in her forever sleep.)

g.  There is a holo of little Luke and little Jyn Erso playing together.  Jyn has not smiled in months as her father and mother have desperately tried to flee the Empire, so that they would not be forced to keep working on its latest monstrosity.  It is Luke who has made her laugh again for the first time as they ran and chased each other.

h.  Luke’s first friend, first crush and his idol is the dashing Cassian Andor.

i.  Obi Wan finds healing and a new outlook/philosophy on the Force when he becomes friends with Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus.  He and Luke make the pilgrimage to the Holy City of Jeddah and while Luke is too young to understand, the ruins of its ancient temple make the child “feel good.”  For Obi-Wan, it is a peace he’s not felt in years. 

j.  Some things are still meant to happen.  Obi-Wan and Vader clash over the years but each duel is inconclusive and both men walk away alive.  It takes years for the Rebel Alliance to gain steam.  Galen Erso still falls into the hands of the Empire.  The pilot Bodhi Rook still defects to the Rebels.  Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor still lead a desperate group to Shariff to retrieve the Death Star plans.

k.  The difference is that Luke Skywalker defies his somewhat overprotective Uncle Ben, having stolen a ship to Shariff to rescue all of his friends.  They barely make it off planet as the Death Star blows up its Imperial base, but Luke’s gotten to be a very good pilot and will spend his downtime happily chatting away with Bodhi Rook.    

l.  Baze spends a few minutes yelling at Chirrut for having the “suicidal tendencies of an Alderaanian lemmingray” before kissing him stupid and it is the first good laugh that Rogue One has, even as they are all safe and sound and alive.

m.  Luke grins even though he knows he’s in deep trouble with Uncle Ben.  There is a transmission from him - Darth Vader is now in hot pursuit of those lost plans and he is chasing after the Tantive IV.  They will all rendezvous with Princess Leia on Tatooine. 

It begins.  A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…  

his little princess / draco malfoy

WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU

p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)

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Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

December the seventh had been the due date for your little pink bundle.

Three days had slipped by and every second of those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and your main target was Draco.

It was December the eleventh, the start of the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the clock read 5:45 and it remained dark outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.

Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest, your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with Draco.

A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks. He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.

“Contractions again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen stomach.

Sighing at his comforting touch, your head bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not strong and irregular.”

Draco moved his hand up to your flushed cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you felt like an unattractive beached whale.

His fingers never ceased in stroking your hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or make some breakfast.”

“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.

Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.

You tilted your head further back to meet his eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick. Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up, revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.

“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”

“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice, my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy and—Oi!”

You had smacked his head and tried to stifle your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You scolded.

“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you? We’re ready to meet you, princess.”

The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been that.

On December eleventh, the fourth day after your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.

Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house, capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.

“Your water broke which means you’re in labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!

You couldn’t help but giggle and take his hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.

He gaped down at your smaller frame before pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he shook slightly in your grasp.

A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”

“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”


Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.

Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as possible.

Draco bent down to your level and kissed your head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,” He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so good, taking those contractions like a champ.”

Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”

He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor and its kicking my ass more than yours.”

You giggled and rose up against the pillows to peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor like a champ, babe. I promise.”

“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”


A mere two hours prior, you had been at four centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it. The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery, the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.

“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”

With a fleeting glance into your husband’s stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.

“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into your ear.

“I love you, but we’re never having another baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.

Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Push, Mrs. Malfoy!”

For the second time, you tucked your chin in, took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby out. The pressure and burning sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped the wet streaks on your cheeks.

“I love you too,” You sniffled.

The doctor placed your baby onto your chest, a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back. You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.

Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.

“My little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your daughter.”

“I think it’s the other way around, my love,” Draco said adoringly.

Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”

“That’s my girl.”

Words to Use Instead of Very

Here’s a list of words I’ve collected (from Tumblr) over the past few weeks while working to improve my writing. I hope this list helps if you’re struggling to find a replacement word for very!

  • deafening 
  • frequently
  • ancient
  • archaic
  • transparent
  • excruciating
  • ashen
  • destitute
  • flawless
  • compelling
  • beautiful
  • rapid
  • hushed
  • pouring
  • wealthy
  • sorrowful
  • petrified
  • chilling
  • keen
  • grave
  • gleaming
  • brief
  • timid
  • basic
  • awfully
  • chiefly
  • clearly
  • completely
  • deeply
  • dreadfully
  • enormously
  • especially
  • exceedingly
  • exceptionally
  • extraordinarily
  • extremely
  • evidently
  • fantastically
  • greatly
  • infinitely
  • immeasurably
  • immensely 
  • incredibly
  • intensely
  • mainly
  • notably
  • obviously
  • outstandingly
  • particularly
  • remarkably
  • seriously
  • significantly
  • tremendously
  • uniquely
  • unusually
  • vastly
  • wholly
No one wants to give-up on someone they love, such as a relative, friend or lover. But, sometimes we are forced to make hard decisions by extraordinary suffering. It’s easy to judge, or say, “never give-up,” until you have been there. Eventually, you begin to realize that life is too short and your powers to teach, influence or heal are limited. You finally accept that their emptiness, pain and dysfunction requires more than you have to give. You can’t hand your whole life and soul to someone who doesn’t even care about their own. Letting go is an excruciating heartbreak; mourning the death of what once was. If you did let someone go, and you still have guilt, it’s time to forgive yourself and begin to heal. If it is time to let someone go, for their sake, or for yours, then this may be your confirmation.
—  Bryant McGill