well i did more than pass

twobrokenwyngs replied to your post: Why did you find the ending to 4x09 uplifting?…

“it certainly *seems* like we’ve passed a huge road bump with their relationship that’s been building for most of this season and they have come out stronger than ever. The ending definitely gave me the sense that Anything Is Possible Now.” I could not agree with this more!!!!

@twobrokenwyngs Yes! I mean I keep trying to imagine the writers throwing us some huge curveball in the last ep (which they very well may), but Flint told Silver everything he needed to hear about Madi, especially how nicely Flint basically said ‘Dude, if she knew you were doing this, she’d kick your ass,’ and then when the ship caught fire they both stopped and realized there were more important things happening. Also there’s no way in hell Silver could have thought he was going to beat Flint in a sword fight, I don’t care how much he trained lol. He was just being such a man in that scene, all pissed-off testosterone if you ask me. xD

cinderella (2015) sentence meme

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

  • “do you still believe that they understand you?”
  • “i believe in everything!”
  • “you must always remember this. have courage and be kind.”
  • “you have more kindness in your little finger than most people possess in their whole body.”
  • “she’s skinny as a broomstick!”
  • “she, too, had known grief. but she wore it wonderfully well.”
  • “you did not say your daughter was so beautiful.”
  • “_______ is my guest and the eating of guests is not allowed.”
  • “we ladies must help one another.”
  • “and that’s what i really want, for you to come back. no matter what.”
  • “it’s your father. he took ill on the road. he’s passed on.”
  • “to the end, he spoke only of you.”
  • “names have power, like magic spells.”
  • “you shouldn’t be this deep into the forest alone.”
  • “we must simply have courage and be kind, mustn’t we?”
  • “just because it’s what’s done, doesn’t mean it’s what should be done!”
  • “i hope to see you again.”
  • “she wasn’t a pretty girl. well, she was a pretty girl but there was so much more to her.”
  • “it’s that wonderful girl. i can’t stop thinking about her.”
  • “i bet you have never ever spoken to a man.”
  • “it was my mother’s old dress, you see. and i took it up myself.”
  • “i don’t believe anymore.”
  • “you really are my fairy godmother.”
  • “i’m only a girl, not a princess.”
  • “well, surely you have the right to your own heart.”
  • “can you at least tell me your name?”
  • “your son, _______, is the most lovely person i’ve ever met. so good and brave.”
  • “it really was like a dream. better than a dream.”
  • “you’ve become your own man.”
  • “kindness is free. love is free.”
  • “and though no one deserves to be treated as you have treated me. why do you do it?”
  • “because you are young and innocent and good.”
  • “has your cat learned to sing?”
  • “you have never been and you will never be my mother.”
  • “will you take me as i am? an honest country girl that loves you.”
  • “i forgive you.”

So before this episode aired, I didn’t realize more than a day passes between the GPF Short Program and the Free Skate.

According to the 2016/2017 GPF schedule, the Men’s SP takes place on a Thursday and the FS on Saturday (source). There’s a day in between. Prior years have a similar schedule.

Assuming Yuuri announced his retirement to Victor on the night of the SP (Thursday), this means almost two full days went by with them at odds.

Two days! Thursday night. (Where did they sleep?) ALL of Friday. The full freaking day. (Where did they sleep again??) And then most of Saturday as well, all the way until the evening! That’s almost 48 hours.

This was no little argument. We don’t even see them speaking or looking at each other until Yuuri takes the ice.

And I’m a little confused by what Morooka says in these screenshots because it seems to imply more than two days have passed? When he says Yuuri practices on Friday (the day after the SP) and also on Saturday (the day of the FS), which day exactly did he not practice publicly? Surely there’s not another day where they were fighting??

(Wet plate by Ed Ross)
When I found out that Ed had passed away I felt relatively anguished. I didn’t know him well, we only worked together a handful of times. But I think whenever you hear of someone passing it evokes a certain fear of your own inevitable end and a sadness for them because life is so damn precious. I didn’t feel sad about Ed dying, but I did feel sad that he wasn’t able to ease his own suffering before he did. I think anyone who knew Ed could see that he had unresolved pain. But that has more to do with me than him, he had a beautiful life in his own way and I’m sure he had moments that left him bursting. My Mom passed away when I was sixteen and when that happened death, something that feels incredibly far away to a young teenager, was suddenly an undeniable subject and one I needed to try to understand. I appreciate any sympathy for this- but I don’t need it. I always say I’m lucky because she was an incredible mother and some people don’t have that, I had it for sixteen years. But what I don’t say (because it would probably make people uncomfortable haha) is that I’m grateful she died. It forced me to go into a path of spirituality and self reflection, life reflection. And what I found was this: a deep gratitude for everything that has ever happened to me. And as for her- she had many, many beautiful moments and those are eternal. I always say that if I die tomorrow, I don’t want anyone to pity me. Even one second being alive, experiencing being a human, is infinite and beautiful beyond measure. Remember that you are the universe (or God, or whatever you would like to name it) living through this body and mind. The universe doesn’t experience good or bad, it experiences energy, and all of it is fun.

My promises last a lifetime: a Anakin x Reader imagine.

Requested: Yes and one of my favs to write!

Summary: Anakin makes a promise he intends to keep even after all these years of not seeing the reader. 

A/N: Hello! I am back and writing tons of requests! I’m sorry they are taking so long :(

It’s been ten years since I’ve last seen my Mother. It’s been three years since I’ve last seen Y/N. But it’s been ten years to her. How? Well I saw Y/N; she didn’t see me. I was on a mission to Coruscant with Master Kenobi when I passed by her. She was with her slave Master. I never would have recognized her if it wasn’t for the sense of nostalgia I felt when I was close by her. I even had to do a double take. She looked the same, yet so different. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Well then I ever DID imagine. There isn’t a day that has gone by that I haven’t thought of Y/N and my Mother. And now on my way back to Tatooine because of a distress call I received by my Mother’s new husband; Y/N and my Mother are all that I can think about. 

Y/N and I grew up on Tatooine together. Well up until I was eight. Our slave Masters worked and lived next to each other. Thus making us work and live next to each other. Y/N and I did absolutely everything together until I left to become a Jedi with Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi. She and I even got “married”. We both knew it was not real or official. We knew we were not old enough to be actually married. And The Justice of the Peace can certainly not be a snail creature we found on the ground. But it was my way of promising her I would ask her to marry me when we grow older. Mother told me to marry my best friend. And Y/N was at the time. Technically she still is considering I don’t talk to anyone else except the Jedi Council and Master Kenobi. Even Obi-Wan doesn’t really KNOW me. The only two people who do are My Mother and Y/N. And that promise of marrying my best friend is still a promise I intend to keep. Once I get my Mother, I’m freeing Y/N too. And I’m marrying that girl. Because I can still tell she is the same girl I use to tell my biggest passions and dreams to. I saw it when I looked into her eyes three years ago. 


“Master Anakin! It is so great to see you!” C-3PO exclaims, greeting me. I haven’t seen this droid since I was eight. He looks very well put together with his silver body and bright glowing button eyes. When left he wasn’t anything except wires. 

“And you 3PO. Now can you please direct me to my Mother?” C-3PO puts his head down slightly.

“I suppose we uh- better go inside. This way Master Anakin,” he leads me to the inside of a sand house. One similar to what I use to live in with my Mother before I was freed. I follow him down a staircase to the main entrance of the house. C-3PO stops as soon as we get down the stairs. I look in front of him to see a guy who looks about my age maybe a couple years older.

“I figured you would come sometime soon. Owen Lars. I’m your step brother. This is my girlfriend Beru,” the guy with the light, brown hair greets me, holding out his hand for me to shake. I’m only here for my Mother. I’m not here to greet the entire house. 

“My Mother. I received a distress signal from here about her. Is she-,”

“Owen, your father is asking- Anakin?” Y/N comes from another room in the house. Her face is written of utter shock.

“Y/N?! What are you doing here?” I ask jumping off the stairs, bringing her into a hug. She hugs me back even tighter. She is still amazing at hugs.

“Anakin, it’s so great to see you! I help out around the house here when the Lars need it. What are you doing back on this sand pile?”

“I received a distress signal a couple days ago and rushed over. I am here for my Mother,” I tell her. The light in Y/N’s eyes dim. And a wave of sadness takes its place. I am sensing something terrible has happen to my Mother.

“Ani, she was taken over a month ago. That distress signal was also sent over a month ago. It must of now gotten to your base. I’m so sorry but she’s gone. It was the sand people, Ani, they got to her before we could. You know how horrible those sand people are,” I stare at the ground, processing everything Y/N is saying. 

“A month you say?” Y/N nods. I begin walking back towards the stairs before my thoughts are interrupted by Y/N’s voice.

“Ani, where are you going?” 

“To find my Mother.”


Hatred. That’s all I can feel right now. Not even the sadness of my Mother’s death. I keep replaying the scene of the life being taken out of her right in my arms.

“I am complete now, Ani.”

Then the glowing life that was my Mother, falls dead in my arms. I slaughtered that whole village. Every last one of them. Dead. Gone. Never to feel again. And I don’t feel any guilt. None whatsoever. 


Driving on the my speeder. My dead Mother rapped in my robe. Not a sane thought going through my mind. I am starting to feel my heart split into two. If you can die from a broken heart. This will be the way I go. I should have never went away. I should have never became a Jedi. I had one job; protect my Mother. And I couldn’t even do that. Now how could I be a loving husband and raise a family? I can’t even protect one person. How am I supposed to protect a whole family? 

“Never break a promise, Ani. If you don’t think you’ll be able to keep it, don’t make it. That’s one of the worst things you could ever do.”


I can see the Lars household. All of the lights are still on. They must be waiting for my arrival thinking my Mother is still alive. I wish I could give them the arrival that have been anticipating. 

Parking my speeder everyone in the house comes out in a rush; hopeful faces eager to see if I have came back with my Mother alive. Grabbing my Mother’s body from off the back of the speeder. Their faces fall. I can hear Y/N weep. 


“Shmi, my love, you were the best wife a man could ever ask for,” Mr. Lars, my step-father says in respects to my Mother. We have buried her body close by the house with a headstone in honor of her. I walk up the the stone then drop to my knees. Fresh tears dare to escape my eyes.

“I’m sorry Mother. I couldn’t save you in time.” I bring my hands up to my eyes, covering them. This is pathetic. Jedi’s don’t cry. I feel a petite hand squeeze my shoulder. I look up to see Y/N’s eyes. Glossy and red. She still looks so stunning when she cries. She helps me up, bringing our hands together. I lean down putting my head on her shoulder.

“It hurts, Y/N, it hurts so much. I don’t know how to make it stop.” I cry. I can feel her shake her head.

“Stop trying to hide your emotions all the time Anakin. It’s okay to feel,” my heart begins to thump at her comforting words. I bring my head up to look into her eyes. I stare at her. Taking in everything. She is who my Mother would have wanted me to be with. She is who I want to be with. I want her to be the Mother of my kids. 

“Marry me,” Y/N looks at me confused.


“When we were six years old we had a wedding. That was my promise to you that we would get married. My Mother told me to never go back on promises. So I am saying to you Y/N, that my promises last a lifetime. And I am telling you right here right now that I want you to be my wife. I want to free you and protect you better than I did my Mother. Marry me,” Y/N looks into my eyes. I can feel the love radiating off of her skin as her thumbs trace circles on my hands. She brings her lips to mine. My body becomes numb. The feelings becoming too much for me to handle. My skin is burning just waiting to touch and hold her. To be able to call her mine. 

“I have loved you since we were six years old Anakin Skywalker. And even though I have not seen you in ten years; I thought you would never ask.” 

Fic: A First


The first time they kiss, neither of them have thought it through.

Ship: Mchanzo

Length: 1k

Warnings: Implied past alcoholism in a passing line.


Did this one for day one of @mchanzo-week cus I felt I had to scrape something together. Don’t expect something every day: this is what I could manage. Thanks to @sroloc–elbisivni for being a saving force against my purple prose.

Enjoy the authentic cheese.

A03: X

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“Clean” I wrote as I was walking out of Liberty in London. Someone I used to date—it hit me that I’d been in the same city as him for two weeks and I hadn’t thought about it. When it did hit me, it was like, Oh, I hope he’s doing well. And nothing else. And you know how it is when you’re going through heartbreak. A heartbroken person is unlike any other person. Their time moves at a completely different pace than ours. It’s this mental, physical, emotional ache and feeling so conflicted. Nothing distracts you from it. Then time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, “Hello, beautiful. Good morning.” You get used to not calling someone at night to tell them how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits, like texting your friends in a group chat all day and planning fun dinner parties and going out on adventures with your girlfriends, and then all of a sudden one day you’re in London and you realize you’ve been in the same place as your ex for two weeks and you’re fine. And you hope he’s fine. The first thought that came to my mind was, I’m finally clean.

Mystery PT. 3 (Mitsuhide x Reader)

Back at it again! Brought to you this time during one of my classes! (God how do I even pass my classes?)
Tagging @jemchew

How Mitsuhide had managed to sleep that night was beyond him. He still woke at the same time he usually did, feeling far more well rested than he ever had. Whether it was due to whatever you had slipped into his tea or your presence last night didn’t matter much to him. He quickly got himself ready for the day before cheerfully chipping away at the mountains of paperwork assigned to him.

Everyone took notice of how refreshed The Light of Honor seemed today, leading many to speculate what had gotten him in such a good mood. The most popularly disputed theory was that he had laid with a woman last night. But everyone knew that Mitsuhide was not the sort to have a one night stand, nor could they find any evidence that a woman had stayed the night.

Though he wasn’t particularly fond of rumors, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He would finish work faster than he ever had before, then request to steal away a bit of ____’s time and confess to her properly-no late rendezvous in his room because she was too worried about him staying awake all night.

But that wasn’t the only thing circulating the castle today. Another retainer had proposed to ____ just that morning. A mild panic rose in him at first, but a rather greedy sense of pride filled him at the thought of her rejecting another in favor of him. Any other time, he would have felt abhorred by his own thoughts, but he was simply in too good of a mood to care.

He walked into the kitchen, a blast of hot air hitting him as soon as he entered. Everyone who wasn’t currently preoccupied bowed to him politely in greeting. He could see _____ at the other end of the kitchen, her hands working with incredible speed as she cut the vegetables needed for today’s dinner. He had to do little to catch her attention, as the greetings of everyone quickly spread throughout the room. She herself even bowed to him before resuming her cutting.

He strode over to her, standing an appropriate distance away before requesting to see her outside. She nodded, asking another to take her place before leaving with him. Knowing that the two could not escape the scrutinous eyes of the staff, it wouldn’t take long for word of their interaction to get around as well.

You were surprised when he had come to the kitchen, as it was rare for him. You were anything but presentable at the moment; hair sticking to your skin, slick with sweat and you, covered up to your elbows in the various juices from the food you had been preparing. Your heart fluttered a bit when he had asked you to accompany him outside. He led you all the way down by the gardens, behind a row of trees, the cherryblossoms on them nearly ready to be in full bloom. The light spring breeze and bright sun promised good weather for at least the next few days.

Finally he turned to you, adoration clear on his face as he gazed down at you now that you two were alone. He took one of your hands between both of his and left a kiss on the back of it despite its dirty appearance. His warmth lingered and spread from the spot where his lips met your skin, making you shiver. The effect brought a smile to his lips and he just barely resisted the urge to kiss you again.

“_____” he said your name with so much affection it was almost dizzying. “I apologize for having kept you waiting” he began, taking one of his hands and beginning to fix your messy strands of hair. Your heartbeat quickened as you waited for him to continue, due to the sheer anticipation of hearing him say it aloud despite already knowing how you felt about one another. “I need you by by side _____. It has to be you” His grip on your hand tightened, while his other one circled your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I want to prove to you that I can be the best man possible for you…” He trailed off slightly, averting your gaze.

“My Lord Mitsuhide, you’ve nothing to prove to me… or anyone else for that matter” you reassured softly, freeing your grasped hand so that both of yours could cup his face and bring his gaze back to your own. “I love you as you are”

He took a sharp intake of breath as the words fell from your lips. Barely a second had passed before he brought you into a passionate kiss, his lips desperately seeking out your own. Both arms now held you steadily against him, and his feet carried you both until your back was touching the hard bark of a tree.

When finally the need for air broke the two of you apart, you were both left a panting mess. He leaned his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck and placing small, soft kisses on the exposed skin. “_____, I love you. Marry me” he murmured against your skin in between kisses. A hand came up to pet his hair lovingly, coaxing his head back up.

You kissed him once chastely, confirming your response. The brightest smile you had ever seen a man wear was on his face now, as he tightened his embrace on you. “Shall we head back? It is almost time to serve dinner” He nodded in agreement, taking your hand in his as you strode back towards the castle together.


You had let go of each other’s hands when the castle was within sight, not quite wanting to be discovered by the entire castle yet. After heading your separate ways, you were once again reunited in the dining hall for dinner, where you both found it hard to refrain from stealing glances at one another. When your eyes met on occasion, neither of your could help the faint smiles on your faces, as though you were exchanging a secret.

Lord Nobunaga had arrived late to the meal looking pleased, though he gave no indication why. Midway through the meal, he even ordered some of the servers to bring out some sake for everyone.

“Is there cause for celebration, milord?” Mitsuhide addressed his lord, brows knit together in confusion. Sake had been hard to come by as of late, and many of the men of the clan could drink their weight in liquor.

“Indeed. ____. Come here” You had frozen when Lord Nobunaga called for you, as you had planned on helping serve. You did as told, bowing to him before seating yourself on the floor, in between him and Lord Mitsuhide. No one had been paying the slightest bit of attention to you, until Lord Nobunaga had addressed you. Now they were staring at the both of you, eagerly waiting to see what would come out of their Lord’s mouth next.

“It seems Lord Mitsuhide has finally been courted” Lord Nobunaga continued. The statement earned quite a few cheers from the retainers. Though, it was not altogether surprising given the earlier rumors. Once everyone had been served a cup, Lord Nobunaga raised his glass, prompting everyone else to do the same. “Mitsuhide, _____, congratulations on your engagement!”

Your cheeks burned red at the uproar of cheers the announcement had caused. You looked to Lord Mitsuhide, whose own face was stained heavily with a blush. His eyes were blown wide wide with shock and his mouth was agape. Had it been under different circumstance, you would have thought his surprised face cute. Lord Nobunaga let out a hearty laugh at your embarrassment before returning his attention to his food and drink. Though, you weren’t quite as lucky with the others.

Many came up and congratulated the both of you during and at the end of the meal, even the man you had rejected just that morning, albeit reluctantly. By the time the festivities had ended you were exhausted. When you moved to help clean up, your fellow kitchen staff stopped you, on account of your engagement. You thanked them from the bottom of your heart before heading towards the baths to wash up.

anonymous asked:

howdy harlow i hope your day is good today ! have you ever felt inferior 2 cis guys because of passing and stuff?? n do u have tips for getting over that :'^[

umm sometimes!! i pass p well now more than i did in the past so its not a super big issue with me anymore but to cope with it i just watch trans youtubers’ vlogs/videos & watch being trans normalized & just Love Myself

When I found out [Cory had passed away], Ryan was one of the first people I called. When Cory was alive, Ryan was very helpful in trying to get him well and healthy but, when that day did come, Ryan did take charge, and he helped me more than I can ever explain. He completely cared for me. He made sure I was okay every single day, whether it was coming over to his house and having dinner prepared for me, or making sure I was okay at work. He sat me down and said, ‘What do you want to do? Do you want to continue the show? Do you want it to end?’ I just said, ‘I just want to go back to work.’ His heart is bigger than I think he knows what to do with sometimes.

nathamuel  asked:

17 for Dandelion and Geralt? :)

- The musician was playing Elusive. ‘Since we are here and we are not leaving soon’, said the bard, ‘how did it go with the forktail? Pretty tough beast, the peasants told me. He snatched three men before we came here from Aedirn.’ The witcher looked neutral at the campfire, moments of silence were passing. He finally answered, after cursing the beast once more.

- ‘Yes. He got me a couple of times with his talons, before realizing he was meaner than a regular griffin. I feel like all the draconids are beginning to be rather monstrous and well fed. It seems like this one was not only your furious green forktail, he was also pretty well fed. For the trap I suddenly realized I need a sheep, because he was not coming down just because I told him to come at me with all his power.’

- ‘That’s just in your mind. You know pretty well he was waiting for you. That’s why he didn’t plunge at you with all his force.’ After a pause, Geralt sensed the bard was holding a question, rather funny from the look on his face. 

- ‘Well, Dandelion what is with that look on your face? You saw something funny?’ Dandelion was still giggling.

- ‘No.’ the musician cleared his throat and held his rather ridiculous laugh. ‘I was wondering. What if the protagonists from my ballads came to each other like the forktail would have came at you? I mean, what sense would my ballads have if they finish like some B rating Nilfgaardian love song, eh?’

- ‘Sometimes, Dandelion, I have contemplated becoming a hermit, you know? Now…’

- ‘Now what?’

- ‘Now I really want to become one. Maybe then I will be even wiser, and I would escape from your “rather funny sometimes” questions.’ 

- ‘Wrong, Geralt. You can’t escape from this kind of questions.’ He was smiling at him, visibly affected by the Kaedweni stout. ‘Because…’ 

‘Yeah, yeah I know.’ the witcher interrupted the bard. ‘ Because you’re my friend. I too acknowledged that some time ago.’ 

Both looked at the sundown and the bard continued playing his ballads. 


#7YearsWithFX - est. September 5th, 2009
As always, with each year passing by, you girls have been there to help all of us get through. Happy birthday to f(x) and thank you to Victoria, Amber, Luna and Krystal for staying together this past year and proving that f(x) is truly forever. Thank you, Sulli, for everything you did while you were a part of this group, you always have my support and love. I’m so grateful for the fact that you girls exist and are out there and I hope you’re doing well, resting, having fun, etc. f(x) have been f(x) for way more than 7 years, but let me still say happy 7th birthday one more time. I love you immensely and wish you to have a wonderful day, year and even lifetime tbh. You deserve it for giving people so much. All my love, #HappyFXDay #ThankYouSulli


“Shake It Off” and “Clean” were the last two things we wrote for the record, so it shows you where I ended up mentally. “Clean” I wrote as I was walking out of Liberty in London. Someone I used to date—it hit me that I’d been in the same city as him for two weeks and I hadn’t thought about it. When it did hit me, it was like, Oh, I hope he’s doing well. And nothing else. And you know how it is when you’re going through heartbreak. A heartbroken person is unlike any other person. Their time moves at a completely different pace than ours. It’s this mental, physical, emotional ache and feeling so conflicted. Nothing distracts you from it. Then time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, “Hello, beautiful. Good morning.” You get used to not calling someone at night to tell them how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits, like texting your friends in a group chat all day and planning fun dinner parties and going out on adventures with your girlfriends, and then all of a sudden one day you’re in London and you realize you’ve been in the same place as your ex for two weeks and you’re fine. And you hope he’s fine. The first thought that came to my mind was, I’m finally clean. I’d been in this media hailstorm of people having a very misconstrued perception of who I was. There were really insensitive jokes being made at awards shows by hosts; there were snarky headlines in the press—"Taylor Goes Through a Breakup: Well, That Was Swift!“—focusing on all the wrong things. - Taylor Swift for Elle Magazine (2015)

My experience at the Twenty One Pilots concert

So, I saw TØP yesterday and since where I was sitting I couldn’t take the best pictures, I’ll just go ahead and tell you what I experienced.

-The fans are so ridiculously nice. Not only was there a constant “Whoa! I’ve never seen that shirt before, where did you get it?” as well as “You two (my best friend and I) look so nice!” We also met some fans who helped us hand out the flyers for the concert.

-Some of the fans were more than willing to teach you everything they know about the band. Literally, there was a guy who had at least 200 trivia note cards that he was letting people use to pass the time.

-They were more than happy to save your spot in line. If you had to go do something, you didn’t even have to ask if they could save your spot in line

Now during the concert:

-Never in my life have a seen so many people passionately sing at a concert and have so much energy. Everyone was really into the music, singing and dancing whether people were watching or not.

-There were so many instances where you could tell certain lyrics hit the crowd because they’d sing at the top of their lungs such as “It would be best for them to turn their guns to a fist”, “This ain’t a noose this is a leash and I have news for you, you must obey ME!”, and many others.

- Fans happily singing “we’re broken people” because we’re aware and it’s okay to be broken

- since lighters were a no at the venue, everyone used their flashlights on phones during songs and it looked like a bunch of stars that were surrounding the boys

- the feeling of actually feeling satisfied and happy and because of them, life is complete and I’m no longer scared of what things are thrown at me

I don’t want to spoil what happens at the concert but I will just say that as a person who has been to many, many concerts, this one will by far blow your mind and most likely hit you hard with the feels train.

It's time for some straight-forward, I'm-terrified-to-post-this, I've-been-avoiding-this-post-for-over-a-year honesty.

As I write this, I’m scared shitless. I’m sitting in a Chick-fil-a between patient visits, eating my healthy lunch, and I know it’s time. I’ve been putting this off for well over a year, and I can’t keep hiding. So, here goes… I lost weight. I lost A LOT of weight. Over 60 lbs; about 1/3 my beginning body weight. And I was a weight loss rockstar while I did it. I steadily lost over about 2 years, never gaining more than a pound back (only plateauing for periods of time). I transformed my lifestyle. I was “that healthy girl” who ate my packed lunch during free work meals, said no to brownies passed around at meetings, and kept myself in check without much help from the outside world. I blogged and blogged and blogged, and I built up this site to over 3000 followers. I absolutely crushed it. I was someone, in my mind, worthy of inspiring. I helped others by giving advice and support. I was everything I imagined I would be on this journey. And then, I just stopped. There wasn’t one reason. There were many. I moved to a new state, over 6 hours from everyone I knew and loved. I went through a pretty dramatic breakup with the person I had moved with. I had lost control of my independence and control. So I reverted, and I ate. And ate and ate. And said “forget it” to the steady routine and healthy relationship with exercise I had finally developed. And I gained. And gained and gained. The first 30 lbs I packed on, I honestly didn’t notice. Then I had a handful of failed attempts at losing again. Then I gave up again. The next 20, I didn’t notice either. Over about a year, I put back on 50 lbs, almost my entire original weight loss. It was easy to deny and hide, because I gained the weight quite well, so no one really understood just how far I had fallen. I wanted to confess on here along the way. I wanted to reach out and beg for help as I spiraled downward. I knew I’d find the help and guidance I needed. But I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t admit failure. I couldn’t share with the world how bad it had gotten. I couldn’t look at this blog, which captures all my success, and mark it (in my mind) with all my current failure. So I hid. And it got worse and worse. I’m done hiding. I’m here. I need support and community. I am ready to change. I have joined Weight Watchers at work. I have started tracking again. I have all the exercise equipment and DVDs I need at home. I have a loving and supportive partner. And I have my own strength. My strength in which I can finally say, “I may have fallen, but I am not a failure.” I realize that my weight or my gaining doesn’t define me. I have the tools I need. I will do this again. And I will not only succeed this time, but sustain too. Because I’m not afraid or ashamed anymore. I am a strong woman; I am an inspiration. I can and I will do this. And I will share it all as I do. Thank you all for being here, and I would love to hear from you (commenting on this or posting in my ask) about your roller coaster journeys and fears you’re afraid to tell. I’m here for you too! <3

The ‘Right’ Dress

Pairing: Eisuke Ichinomiya x MC

POV: Eisuke

Rating: Teen for a Eisuke jumping to conclusions, a big misunderstanding and Baba almost making an enemy out of Boss

Inspiration: (Spoiler!) This prompt courtesy of otpprompts, although I wouldn’t consider it a hilarious misunderstanding.


As always, comments, criticisms, and suggestions are always allowed and welcomed. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!



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Nauru Guards

Lemme get this straight. Guards in detention centres, if reports are right, have been raping kids, abusing adults, bribing women to do them sexual favours if they want ciggies, pot or longer showers and, in their free time, attending racist “Reclaim Australia” rallies with Nazis and Pauline Hanson. And now, Abbott has introduced a bill to give these guards more power. Specifically, power to beat and kill detainees and be immune from consequences if they say they did it ‘in good faith.’ If Labor let this law pass, like they’ve let so many other inhumane Abbott laws pass, they are… I don’t know how to say this politely… scum.

A bunch of low-trained private-sector white racists already abusing their power over voiceless brown people in detention should not be given a licence to kill and greater immunity than well-trained accountable Aussie cops.