two posts in one day incredible

Shot (Me Out of the Sky)

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Posting in an… almost timely manner.  Truly incredible.  Just one chapter to go before we exit angst hell and I write like… five fluff fics in a row.

This chapter featuring: a passing mention of my two other main ships, and a hell of a lot of Jesse.

Crossposted to AO3.

She hesitated for only a moment, but sometimes a moment is all that stands between life and death.  (It is not better to have loved and lost if the losing was by one’s own hand, but better, instead, never to have loved at all.)

Or,

Angela fully realizes the problem with dating one of her patients.

Rating: E

Warnings: N/A

Words: 3k/12k+

Categories: Angela/Fareeha

Series: Plighted Hands verse

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A little post for @inuyasha-valentines @kagomeforever

InuYasha and Kagome’s relationship is not only ridiculously cute, but incredibly healthy. Though it doesn’t start that way, it certainly grows that way. They both love each other unconditionally. When one is hurting, the other is there to help without expectation of judgement. And though they fight, it’s usually because they want the best for each other. They know each other inside and out, and accept the shortcomings each person has. 

The two embody the cliched (yet beautiful) “love is patient, love is kind… it is not self-seeking… it rejoices with the truth” (1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Their relationship has inspired me to let go of relationships in my personal life that did not serve or inspire me. When we respect ourselves enough to make room for the love we seek and deserve (especially coming from within), that’s when magic happens.

I hope the true love of these two goofballs can inspire us to fight for the love that we want, no matter how painful that journey may be.

Happy Valentines Day!

  • rosemary valentines day: a ridiculously extravagant dinner that rose has paid the restaurant to do a vampire lovecraft theme for. the two of them roleplay characters who have never met throughout the entire dinner and they have incredibly crazy sexual tension with each other. the night is a raging success and they fall asleep together. they consider the story of lady belladonna hemlock, tentacled gentlelady, and her rainbow drinker lover quite firmly closed.
  • davekat valentines day: dave writes an incredibly sincere letter to karkat about how much karkat means to him, while karkat flawlessly recites a love monologue from one of his favorite romantic novels. both of them are unable to deal with the level of emotion they have just shown one another. "kinda gay," dave drawls at last. karkat punches his shoulder. they make out.
  • dirkjake valentines day: it's intended to be a movie marathon, but it ends up being one movie that jake keeps restarting every time they finish groping because it's just not the same if you don't watch it from the beginning. dirk has promised not to complain about the movie. every time jake gets that fascination in his eyes about some plot twist he's seen unfold ten times just today, dirk has to fight down the urge to tell jake "I love you."

3 years ago today I met two of the most important people in my life for the very first time.

They played at a small venue in my hometown.
There was less that 10 people waiting outside the venue all day, and it was surreal having small chats with the boys as they went off to wander around my usually incredibly boring hometown.

The show was powerful, intimate, and being at the barrier, I felt so close to the two people that gave me a purpose.
And meeting them afterwards was another experience entirely.

There will never be enough words to thank Tyler and Josh for everything they’ve done for me over the past 5/6 years, but I am truly thankful.

Stay street my friends, stay alive.

xø.

Facade (pt.4)

Characters: jimin x you

Genre: ceo!jimin || fluff (as of now)

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The day continues like so – Post-It note, location, video, treasure hunt, Post-It note… Until you feel extremely tired while sitting at the back of the limousine. It is about dinner time and your stomach rumbles. Besides the small sandwich you had as a break, you had been so caught up in Jimin’s games you had forgotten to eat.

You also felt incredibly bad for the man driving you around all day today.

“Miss, this is your last stop,” he says at the front, forever maintaining the aura of professionalism.

You thank him and step out, your feet aching from running around in the new shoes for most of the day. Looking up at the building, you realize that you’ve never seen it before. This was new. Jimin had been leading you around the city while teasing and picking at the memories the two of you shared. You turn around to ask the driver but for once, you find yourself alone standing at the side of the street.

With a little bit of fear, you take your first step towards the unfamiliar building.

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mary shelley was the daughter of one of the first feminists as we know it, she met & ran away with percy shelley when she was 18, she wrote BOTH the first sci fi AND post apocalyptic novels, she was at the forefront of romanticism AND gothicism, two of the most influential literary and artistic movements in present day, she suffered from depression and only one out of her four children lived, her husband, who had several affairs, died when they were in their twenties, a majority of her friends and romantic poets also all died in their twenties, and yet she still continued writing poetry and novels and creating art throughout the rest of her life and lived til she was nearly 60. mary shelley is incredibly underappreciated she went through so much and has contributed & influenced so much to the english lit. canon as we know it she is one of the most remarkable writers & women of this era & i love her

Screw Your Courage to the Sticking Place part 2 (Lin x Reader)

Warnings: Explicit language & vague underage drinking

A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1. You guys have no idea how much it means to me. I’m planning on posting twice a week and I’ll try to be as consistent as possible. Please let me know what you think! There’s two flashbacks in this one, just so you know. One last thing, I’m new to tumblr and still figuring out the basics so if I don’t reply to you I’m sorry, I’m working on it. 💜

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It’s two days later when you find yourself thinking about Lin. You’re sitting on your bed, looking up as your rainbow fan circles slowly. It’s hot, too hot, and you can’t find the motivation to leave your current spot. It’s the heat, you think, that brings back the memories of Lin. The way the sweat drips in rivulets down your neck, reminiscent of the scorching days more than ten years ago. Ever since your audition, every waking thought has been plagued reliving the past or fantasizing about the future. 

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Thank you.

I want to say one big THANK YOU to every single person in the Inazuma Eleven fandom. Honestly, I’ve been here for almost two years (yeah, I joined a bit too late…) and I thought I was alone, but I WASN’T.
Every day I’m checking the tag at least 10 times to see if there’s something new and then there is it : people posting headcanons, artists drawing amazing fanarts or doing amvs, writers with their incredible fics and of course the “shit posts” who are making me laugh with tears in my eyes!
I’m scrolling down and I’m finding more and more people in this fandom. And it’s making me so happy to know there’s still someone out there who likes Inazuma. Then it’s like we’re saying “hello” by following each other and with every single post we reblog or like our friendship is getting stronger. 
Yeah, I’ve only talk to a few of you, guys, but I feel like ALL OF US are brothers and sisters and we’re one amazing and big family sharing the same dream (I’m sorry, I had to) this love to something beautiful.
I love this fandom. Every part of it. We might be a little but we’re UNITED! And that’s what matters!
Thank you guys for being born.
Thank you for being alive.
Thank you for being here, supporting each other.
Thank you for choosing Inazuma Eleven as one of your fandoms.
I love you all.

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100 days of productivity 11 &12// so, you’re probably wondering why i’m posting this incredibly late. Well. So basically all technology in the entire world has been against me recently, so expect another 2 days of productivity updates (because i did do stuff, my devices just hate me) soon. Also, apologies, my bullet journal spread (which has been one of my favs so far) will be a touch late this week, re technology.

So on these two days, I did my German and ILP homework, and read my book for english class 🌸

You’ll be together forever one day.

The two of you will be reunited someday if you want it enough. You just have to believe. You have to think of this as a temporary, sticky situation. You will come out of it on the other end, stronger.

Once the day finally comes when you can be together, you’ll see that all of this was so incredibly worth it. All of the struggles, all of the tears and all of the anxiety will seem like stepping stones, bringing you to this one blissful moment.

Random Headcanon: The Force and the Skywalker Twins (part 1)

The Skywalker Twins have always been very different–very much the “two halves make a whole,” like the dichotomy of night and day, spring and fall, sun and moon. There are similarities, yes, and the two of them are incredibly close–but, in the end, at the root of all things, Luke and Leia are, in many ways, fundamentally different. Opposite, even.

Their natural gifts and inclinations in the Force are no exception

Luke and Leia are both as equally gifted in the Force as the other. According to their midichlorian count, they are identical, down to the hundredth percent. However, while Luke is naturally gifted in all physical uses of the Force, Leia is naturally inclined toward the mental aspects.

What I mean is this:

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1,001 AU PROMPTS

Seriously. One thousand and one. Compiled and edited by yours truly (sarahbellcastiel). All credit goes to whoever made them up in the first place. Please give me creds for compiling all this, though. Enjoy!!! (Also, because I’m a lazy little shit, its all in one post)

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FIC REC DAYS--HILOWE HEROES

These two glorious authors will put your heart through a wood chipper while also patching it up with warm butterflies. Their takes on the characters of Marlowe and Hitch are incredibly well done. They feel like real human beings, with all their insecurities, fears, pains, hopes, joys, thoughts–all presented with a beautiful and elegant voice wrapped in amazing connected headcanons that add depth to the story and fit the canon like a glove. Seriously, these two are BOSSES. If you want to spoil yourself rotten/destroy your heart on A++ fic, hit up @julystorms and @kafrenes.

Here’s my top picks for a Marlowe/Hitch starter set. I narrowed them down here (and it was hard!) but I recommend every Hilowe piece they’ve written:

**Warning! Fics contain spoilers!**

From @kafrenes:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4430714

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7314961

From @julystorms:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7629634

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5231480

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6100558


You guys are awesome~~~~~~!

I posted this on my Facebook a couple weeks ago, and I thought I would post it here as well.


I really don’t post things that are too personal, and I have spent a week debating on whether I should share this with my own experiences because it makes me incredibly nervous to be this open on such a social platform. But I keep seeing different things about body positivity and sometimes, body positivity bashing on my Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, and I’ve decided to put my two cents in.

The moment I realized that I was probably always going to be a fat person was probably one of the sadder days of my life if I’m being honest. But like anything else, I grieved. I grieved over the fantasies in my head of single digit sizes, thigh gaps you could fly a small plane through, and collarbones you could drink out of. But after tears, yelling, and last minute binge diets, I began to rebuild myself. Rebuild my self-esteem, my health, my self-worth, and I figured out how to love myself again.

I still get comments like, “you’d be so pretty if you lost some weight” or when I say excuse me to someone blocking an entrance I get a snarky response of, “maybe if you didn’t take up so much space.” That because I’m a larger human, you having to move three inches to your left is the end of the world. I used to get really put off by these things, and at one point I got good enough at taking it that I could at the very least make it to my room, or somewhere private to start crying and look in the mirror to study everything that was wrong. I couldn’t understand why people could genuinely hate and be nasty to me because of how I looked. I hadn’t done anything to these people to receive the horrible comments and stares. But there had to be something wrong with me. I was the one that deserved to be put down by these random people or people I even considered friends, right?

News flash: No. Not me or anyone should be spoken to in such a degrading and gross way.

These last few months especially, have been some of the most difficult and rewarding ones in my short life. Trying to get over the anxieties of getting in a small car that’s already nearly full, or ordering in a restaurant, or my favorite: hugging someone and feeling like their arms are these rulers that measure my self-worth based solely on if they can reach around me completely or not. Not if I am a kind person, a loving person, a giving person, but if someone’s arms fit around me or not. Do you see how ridiculous that is? I am affectionate and loving and it’s so hard to want to hug and love on someone, but panic the whole time. I spent so long in a constant state of panic and trying not to think about it, and then I would panic about trying not to worry that it consumed me for a long time. I did a lot of horrible things to myself and people I cared about. I screamed sorry at people I loved, and for awhile I didn’t even know that I was apologizing for just being here, for being in this body.

But now, now, I refuse to apologize for this body that continues to work and wake me up even when I didn’t want to. This body that has held babies. This body that has helped pick up someone off the ground. This body that has held her friends in times of trouble. This body who performed a wedding for her sister and her husband. This body that has been scraped up from adventures and cured me from nasty flus. This body that after I tried to break it so many times, just healed itself over and over again. This body that through getting my heart broken the first time held me together when I didn’t think my teenage heart could take it. I won’t say sorry anymore for this body that has carried me through every moment of my life. This body that continued to breathe and live for me when my head and heart weren’t really in it.

And I hope none of you do as well. Never apologize for the space you take up. You share a space with trees, oceans, and these beautiful creatures. WE take up space in the same world where there are Northern Lights and Harry Styles for goodness sakes. Why in a world where none of these things apologize for being here, you do, we do? Why is it so revolutionary to love yourself?

“One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl” – Gabourey Sidibe

Photo: Eva Smittle

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You wonderful, incredible, silly dear. I love you so much. You’re so sweet and supportive and you listen to me when I’m having a really shit day and you have better things to be doing? And you say such nice things to me that I literally cry?? And when I’m having a good day and I talk to you you make me laugh so much and just like smile at the screen??? You’re one of two people to have your own color Post-It on my wall of nice things ppl say to me, y’know. I just.  I like you so much. I like your appreciation for animals, and how excited you get over owls, and how much you use exclamation points. It’s very endearing. I like your face, too, if that means anything. It’s so cheerful and I really want to hug you??? All the time. You deserve so many hugs, and I wish you lived closer :( I just love you sm and hope you know that

mutuals send me a number

.:Imagine having lightsaber duels with Kylo Ren:.

Request for @slave-to-the-music Darling noodle, you have been so incredibly patient with me and for that I thank you. I hope you enjoy it

Gif not mine

Alright I’ll post the last two tomorrow and duh duh duh duuuhhhh inbox will be open that evening.
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You blocked another one of Kylo Rens attempt to disarm you. For the both of you, dueling was almost an every day thing. You both felt very relaxed while doing it.

Swinging, hitting, hearing the whoosh and the cracks of the lightsabers hitting together causing sparks to fly was a sound Kylo began to love.

Kylo always caught himself getting mesmerized but the way you move.

You were quick on your feet, but strong. You didn’t let anything get away. You were dominating in the way you moved, and Kylo enjoyed it a lot.

This fight ended with you pinning Kylo down. You’ve won a lot of these but Kylo has won more.

You sat there on his hips trying to catch your breath. You ran your hands up his sweat soaked shirt.

“I beat you, Ren.” You said smirking.

Kylo quickly sat up and attacked your lips with his. Tongues sliding over each other. Kylo runs his hand through your hair, the other on your thigh.

You moaned in his touch and tried to hold back a moan, but failing.

Not known to either both of you, a storm trooper walks in to where you both were. He cleared his throat.

“Sir. General Hux requests your pres-”

He was interrupted by Kylo turning quickly away from you, using the force to shoot the trooper out if the room, and lock the door behind him.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Alright. Can we continue this please? It was just getting good!”

Kylo nodded. “Of course,” he said as he grabbed your hair and slammed your lips against his.

package deal

Tony wakes to a tiny finger in his left ear and a barely suppressed giggle.

Well two giggles actually.

One is the very familiar deep rumble of his husband, who as a matter of fact is catastrophically bad at suppressing giggles. Especially when it is this special brand of mischievous giggle. The other is a way higher tone, almost as familiar by now and even more mischievous.

It obviously belongs to the same person as the finger in his ear.

Even without opening his eyes he knows that Sarah’s whole face is probably lit up with glee right now - ever since she’s gotten big enough to climb onto their bed all on her own, waking like this has become kind of a fixture. And she doesn’t seem to be getting tired of it at all.

If it didn’t make her this exceptionally happy, it’d probably be a lot easier to tell her to stop doing it. As it is, Tony hasn’t even managed to say one word against it in all of almost three weeks.

“Steve, I think the ear-infiltrating aliens from last week are back!” Tony says, keeping his voice as grave as possible, even though the giggling intensifies. “I think we’ll have to tape our ears shut every night from now on the get this situation under control. Especially Miss Sarah’s ears, because I don’t want the aliens to get her!”

His words are accompanied by a little shriek, when he cracks open one eye while talking and clamps his hands over his daughters ears. “Noooo Daddy, no tape, no tape, no tape!” She is still giggling - she very well knows that Tony is not being serious. After all she’s almost as good at reading him as Steve and there is no denying who her Papa is.

Steve is trying really hard to sound stern when he answers.

“Yes, I think that is a very good idea. I’m sure Clint has some purple tape lying around and it is after all your favorite color, Sarahbee so we can start the taping right after dinner.” He is leaning forward and placing a smacking kiss on her forehead to try and hide that he is now full out laughing.

As expected Sarah is not fooled and easily wriggles free of Tony’s hands to poke Steve’s cheek with one of her fingers.

“You hate tape! No tape, Papa!” She demands and of course Steve nods seriously and his face looks actually really funny when he is trying so hard not to laugh again.

“Alright,” he says “but then you have to help us fend off the aliens with” - he wrinkles his forehead as if he is thinking very hard and Sarah is already hanging onto every word he is saying and Tony is so in love with this ridiculous dork - “lemon scent candles and hot cocoa in the evening, because aliens don’t like that, promise?”

“Promise, promise, promise!” Sarah singsongs with a bright, sunny smile on her face. Without warning she flops back against Tony, laying her hand flat against the arc reactor - an unconscious thing she almost always does - and smiles up at him. “Pancakes now?”

“Yeah I guess now that we’ve averted the alien crisis, we all deserve some pancakes with blueberries and syrup.” Tony says, and her whole face lights up at that and he’ll probably never get over the little flutter his heart still makes when he sees her this happy. “Alright, why don’t you go on ahead down to the communal floor and take a look if anyone else is already up and wants breakfast too? I bet Aunt Tasha will make you her special milk with honey if you ask her real nice.”

There’s literally always one or the other of the Avengers already awake at this time, who’ll happily entertain their little girl - after all none of them are immune to her big brown puppy eyes and her infectious smile.

“Honey milk!” She nods happily and starts climbing down the bed without hesitation and almost topples over in her hurry. In the doorframe she stops for a second looking back at them, contemplating. “You too?”

“Yeah, bee, we’ll be down in a minute, okay?” Steve says, already leaning over to pull Tony into his arms.

Sarah just nods satisfied, blows them both a smacking kiss and hurries on to the elevator.

“Jarvis, you have an eye on her!”

“Always, sir!”

Tony watches her go, before he tilts his head up to accept Steve’s good morning kiss, thinking that he probably couldn’t be more happy than he is right now. He loves them so much, he sometimes thinks he is just going to burst from how happy they make him and how grateful he is to have them.

“Aliens, huh?” Steve murmurs against his mouth, and Tony can feel his wide grin against his lips.

“Well, you’re not the one always woken by a sticky finger in their ear so you don’t get to talk!”

Not that he is complaining.

He actually loves the sticky finger and everything else that comes as a package deal with it.  

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WOW! Still can’t believe it, but it’s true! My blog reached an amazing 20,000 followers today!

I’d like to take a moment to thank each and every one of my wonderful followers for their support. You guys are absolutely incredible! When I started this blog two and a half years ago, I could’ve never imagined that I’d be making a post to thank you for reaching 20,000(!) amazing followers!

I’d also like to take this opportunity to thank a few bloggers in particular, who have supported me for a very long time and continue to do so on an amazing day-to-day basis: reyes-deeuropa, cris-runs-the-world, cristiano-james-hala-madrid, dalecristiano, cristianothelegend, cristianoronldo, luisanarodriguezheredia, thecr7universe   

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