wise words after a long day

steveningdragon  asked:

Hey maybe you could draw Frisk or Chara cheering up Asriel after a nightmare or something? Ultra comfort mode


@steveningdragon…I kinda um…picked this up and ran with it. Word to the wise, listening to His Theme and Undertale for 3+ hours is not good for you if you want to keep your feels intact. Especially while drawing a thing like this.

Guys you have to stop giving me feels for the psychopathic ghost kid, geez

I hope you like this! I spent a lot of my day working on it and may or may not have shed some tears…Thank you for the request!!✨

45. “I should be the only one making you happy” with yoongi (part two) | 1.4k

@oh-sugahoney for you :)))) enjoy

part one

Fuck this, Yoongi had said as the door slammed behind him.

“Guys, what was that for?” your question settles onto guilty grimaces.

When the boys invited you over for movie night, you hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary. This was something they always did whenever they were in between comebacks, since it was the only period in which they had enough hours left on the clock to do things other than sleep. Given that you hadn’t seen them in nearly two months, it was an easy decision for you to make.

When you arrived, you found a spot beside Yoongi (perhaps on another day you would have noticed that it was coincidentally the only seat available) and for the first twenty minutes, all was well. They’d picked a silly little comedy, and the room settled into a relaxed chorus of soft giggles at each joke, Yoongi included.

However, it became increasingly apparent that the boys had something else in mind for tonight.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung and Jungkook moved from the floor to the couch, the very couch that was already occupied by you and Yoongi, which meant that, yup, the two of you were sandwiched in between.

Though the . . . cozy (as Taehyung had called it) arrangement didn’t bother you, you could tell Yoongi was uncomfortable.

It didn’t help that every time you looked at Hoseok, he wiggled his eyebrows, and that Jimin couldn’t hide his giggles every time he looked your way.

Eventually, Yoongi’s patience drew thin.

“Jungkook, get off, it’s too fucking warm.”

“Are you sure it’s me making you warm, hyung?”

When you turned to the elder, you noticed he was glaring at Jungkook, jaw clenched and ears turning red.

“Jeon. Jungkook.”

Leave it to the maknae to be cheeky. “Hyung, we know you like it.”

Yoongi unabashedly shoved the younger aside and stomped out of the living room, which brought you to the present, with six faces staring back at you apologetically.

“Jungkook,” Jin starts, “you need to apologize to Yoongi later. You went too far.”

The maknae meekly nods, eyes downcast. “Sorry, noona,” he softly says.

“This is my fault, too,” Taehyung joins in. “I gave Kookie the idea … sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you assure them, “Yoongi’s just grumpy,” you say as you give their shoulders a squeeze.

It’s no secret that you and Yoongi have feelings for each other, nor is it any mystery why you’re keeping those feelings at bay. After getting out of a terrible relationship, Yoongi had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to jump into another one when you both realized that your friendship was turning into something more. It made sense, and you respected his maturity, so you withdrew yourselves to Normal Friend Behaviour, which apparently did not sit well with the rest of them.

“Y/N,” Namjoon looks at you. “It’s probably not my place to ask but–”

“–Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” you finish for him.

His smile is grateful and he nods, “thank you.”

“Let’s go out for dinner,” Hoseok suggests, “Jiminnie, where was that place you said we should try?”
“Oh, uh, it’s …” he fumbles with his phone, “it’s over there,” he points to his screen.

Hoseok nods, “alright. I’ll call the managers. Grab your things everybody, be ready in ten,” he directs, and gives you a wink.

You shake your head, and wait for them to disperse before walking over to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

It’s open, Yoongi’s voice slips through the door when you knock on it.

“Hey,” you say as you close the door behind you.

Even in the dark, you can see he’s lying on the bed with his feet still on the floor.

“You good?” you ask as you walk over.

Yoongi nods, sits up and reaches for you to stand between his legs.

You ruffle his hair, “you know Kookie was just teasing.”

He sighs, and, still holding your hand, rests his head against your stomach. Your other hand immediately moves to his head, fingers carding through his hair.

“… Yoongs?” you call when he doesn’t speak after a while.

“Just … can you just stay like this?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” you keep threading through his locks, “this okay?”
He nods, and breathes out, “more than okay …”

It doesn’t take much to know that Yoongi’s not a talker. Unlike Namjoon and Jimin, who deliver comfort and guidance wrapped in careful syllables chosen with love, Yoongi’s always been someone who preferred to use his actions. So the boys have always found it interesting when it became apparent that Yoongi liked you, someone who delivered words that carried weight as deep as the Marianas Trench, and who, as they came to find, could ease them out of their darkest days because damn, you were wise and your advice was golden.

It worked, though, and there was good reason for it.

For all the words that Yoongi chose to keep to himself, you had more to give to him when he doubted himself, and Yoongi reciprocated with his thoughtfulness expressed in the way he looked after you even when you weren’t aware of it. When the day knocked you off your feet and your voice drowned in sorrow, he showed you that sometimes, quiet can go a long way to help you heal.

And now, you were giving that back to him.

You stay in this stance for who knows how long, the traffic down below being the only sound filling the space.

After a while, he speaks, “thanks, Y/N, really.” He tilts his head to the side to look at you, rubbing your arm that was resting on his shoulder.

“Don’t need to, Yoongs,” you smile, smoothing his hair out of his eyes, and he instinctively leans into the touch.

“You hungry?” you lighten the subject. “They’ve left to grab dinner, let’s get some, too,” you take a few steps back.

“W-wait,” Yoongi stammers, grabbing your wrist, and takes a deep breath.

“Everything okay?” you make your way back towards him.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Yoongi begins, eyes shifting to everywhere but onto yours.

You feel your heartbeat pick up, “Yoongi … if you’re about to say what I think you are, you know you don’t have to–”

“Let me finish, Y/N,” he fixes his gaze onto you. “I wanted to ask earlier, but then, that happened, and I got kind of …”

“flustered?” you offer, to which he nods, the tips of his ears gaining a rosy hue.

“I wanted … ” he trails off.

“You wanted …?”

“Do you …” he begins again.

“Do I …?”

“Um …”

“Just ask me, Yoongs. You know I’m gonna say yes.”

“Do you,” his eyes open wide, “wait, are you sure?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter as you lean down to kiss him.

The moment your lips landed on his, it was like soft fireworks exploded behind your eyes. His arms pull you into him, and you both land onto the bed. He kisses you back with more need, and you move your legs to straddle him, hands digging into his hair. Shortly, it’s hot breaths and heated kisses, bruised lips and sweet caresses, stars lighting up the room despite it being cloudy outside.

Fuck,” Yoongi says when you both settle down for air.

You chuckle. “Is that it?”

God no, come back here,” he mumbles, hands on your waist and flipping you onto your back, lips finding yours again.

“Hyung, do you think they want this?” Jimin asks, takeout boxes in hand, when the boys finally return to the apartment.

Namjoon shakes his head, “you can have it, Jiminnie.”

Damn it!” Jin exlaims, earning surprised faces from all the boys because it isn’t every day that the eldest hyung curses. “I left my phone charger in that room,” he explains, to which the boys could only laugh at his misery.

The bedroom door suddenly opens, revealing an annoyed Yoongi, who places said charger by the door. “Y'all better shut up. She’s sleeping, and if anyone wakes her up I swear I’ll—” he’s cut off by the giggles in the room. “What?

“Nice … neck, hyung.”

“Yeah, purple’s a great colour on you.”

“… fuck off.”

Salt 'n' Pepper-Tony Stark x Reader One Shot

(A/N: This is set just after the first Avengers film, so we still have JARVIS as an android and everyone is happy. Also, Tony and Pepper aren’t a thing, sorry Pepperony shippers.)

Summary: Tony can get so busy managing his company and being Iron Man that he sometimes forgets about his partner (Y/N). As she sees how close he becomes with Pepper Potts, she can’t help the rising jealousy consume her, making her a very unhappy woman indeed.

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader, Pepper Potts x Reader (sort of enemies?), Bruce Banner x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name



“JARVIS, where is Tony?” I asked the android as I exited my shared bedroom with my partner.

He hadn’t come back to bed that night and I had a feeling I knew where he was.

“Mr Stark is currently in his lab, Miss (Y/L/N).” he replied.

“Has he eaten anything?”

“Mr Stark has only consumed an alarming amount of coffee.”

I sighed.“Thanks JARVIS.”

Of course he hadn’t eaten. He never worried about himself, his brain was taken over with science. Stopping by the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of orange juice before making a bowl of cereal. My mind did think about making him some pancakes but he needed something relatively healthy. Carrying it down to the lab I knew what sort of mood he was going to be in. He would just want to get on with his work, not be bothered with anything or anyone else.

It was hard loving him though I wouldn’t ever change it. We met at a party (surprise, surprise), I had tagged along with a friend, it was was for some sort of science convention; we bumped into each other and of course I knew who he was. We had talked the whole night, he too wasn’t the most enthusiastic about the event. One thing led to another and then we ended up becoming a couple.

Unfortunately that did mean that paparazzi and journalists were following my every move. I was introduced to a whole new world, not only with the media but with his superhero side. I was an easy target for his enemies, he knew that and was so hesitant to announce us. However it accidentally slipped out after the battle of New York where he almost died; I couldn’t help but dote on him afterwards, mistakingly showing off PDA, but what was done was done. He was fighting aliens and risked his life for the human race, there was no way I wasn’t not going to show my affection.

When I arrived to the lab, the doors were locked which meant he didn’t want to be disturbed. That didn’t mean anything to me anymore.

“Tony?” I knocked on the glass door with my foot.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“(Y/N). Can you please let me in? I have food.”

The doors slid open and I hopped in as if they would quickly trap me inside them. I found him standing at a desk which had tools laid about, he was tinkering with a circuit board.

“When you said food I thought you meant something interesting, not slop.” he commented as he looked up at me.

I chuckled.“It’s not slop. This is better than nothing. Come on, put your stuff down and eat.”

I took his arm, dragging him towards a table free of any technology, sitting him down and kissing his cheek. He whined like a child, only making me laugh more. Tony stared at it, not moving an inch.

“You know, you haven’t even come to bed.”

“I know.” he started to drink the orange juice. At least he was having something.

“I miss you. Are you working on something big?”

“Just upgrading the suits. Trying out a few new things on them. Everything is damaged after the fight though.”

“I can imagine.”

Tony looked so tired. S.H.I.E.L.D just swooped in and took over, dumping the whole alien attack on the team. What with him almost dying things hadn’t got any easier. He would have nightmares constantly which meant he tried to keep himself awake, he was always always trying to improve the Iron Man suits as a distraction from everything. It was going to take time for him to get back to normal.

“Morning Mr Stark.” a voice came from the entrance of the lab.

I internally groaned. Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark industries and former assistant to Tony had just walked through that door. I wanted to get along with her, I really did, but after I saw how she acted around Tony I couldn’t fathom it. Always flirting and constantly around him; I knew that they had to be together quite a lot of the time seeing as she too ran the company but she didn’t have to be so flirty with him.

“Oh, Miss (Y/L/N), I did not see you there.” she greeted almost rudely as she placed a bag of McDonald’s breakfast in front of Tony.

I didn’t miss her hand stroking the back of his as she passed the bag. Tony disregarded the food I brought, digging into the fast food. He must have seen the hurt in my face before he started to explain.

“I asked her to bring it.”

“But I made you cereal.”

“Yeah and I appreciate that, but I need this instead. She was passing one as she came here.”

“Speaking of,” Pepper pulled out a tablet from her bag, tapping away,“you have people to see and things to sign.”

He gathered up his food.“Nope, I’m out.”


“I’m going out and by that I mean staying in.”

I interrupted.“Tony you need to do these things. If you keep putting it off it’ll just build up. Maybe it will be good to get out.”

“She’s right Tony.” Pepper added, my eyes rolling.

He bit into his breakfast burger, contemplating it.“Neither of you are gonna give up, huh?”

Both of us shook out heads. Tony sighed after swallowing, turning away for a brief second.

“Fine. Seems like it’s important.”

Pepper smiled.“Great. Well I’ll arrange everything to be transferred to the afternoon, you can rest up and get cleaned up-”

“No. Leave it as it is.”

“Ok, your first appointment is in two hours. I’ll uh, leave you guys alone.” she was hesitant to go, probably thinking I would instead, it was evident in her face but she did so anyway.

Tony munched on his breakfast, clearly enjoying it. I didn’t want to mention anything about how uncomfortable to was with Pepper, he had enough on his mind already. I trusted him not to do anything, even if she advanced; though I prayed she wouldn’t either to maintain a professional relationship with her boss.

“I’m sorry about the breakfast.” Tony suddenly said, offering me a bite of his burger. I knew he was trying to hunt about Pepper.

I smiled, taking it from him.“It’s ok.”

“Didn’t want to bother you. You looked peaceful in your sleep.”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Wait, so you did come back to the room?”

“Yeah, but then I had stuff to do.”

I grabbed one of his hands.“I wouldn’t care if you woke me you know. It would be kinda nice to see you once in a while.”

He squeezed it back.“Sorry, just keeping myself busy.”

“I know that’s how you cope. Could you just come to bed tonight? Please? Just tonight and I won’t nag anymore.”

He chuckled.“Course.”


Tony and Pepper had left for the meetings now and I was left with nothing to do. I didn’t work, I used to before dating Tony. The job I used to have wasn’t a good pay, I was living off bare minimum really. Although I wasn’t a particular fan of work (based on past experience, I wasn’t a brat) it was common knowledge that you had to work to get money. Tony saw how unhappy I was, lending me money whenever I needed it until he suggested that I move in with him and quit my job. Never had I said yes quicker.

After being together for a couple of years, he started to trust me with the money by myself. Because I wasn’t working, I decided that charity work would suffice. Tony was charitable himself meaning it wasn’t a problem with him. However, there were no events coming up that needed to be planned so I was stuck in the tower. I had already worked out that morning, watched tv and even attempted cooking (I wasn’t very skilled in the kitchen). I could have gone out but I didn’t want to deal with paparazzi and all of my friends were working.

Heading into the kitchen to grab a snack, someone was already in there. I recognised the lab cost and dark, wavy hair.

“Hey Bruce.” I greeted walking towards him.

“Oh, hi.” he sent me a small smile.

“What you doing up here? Aren’t you in the labs all day?”

“Well, people do need nourishment.”

“True, could have asked one of your workers to get it though.”

“I’d prefer to do it myself. Not good with all these people get.”

“Well you do what you want Bruce.” I grabbed a bag of crisps about to walk away before he stopped me.

“Uh, a-are things ok with you and Tony?”

Why was he asking me this?

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“He asked me to keep an eye on you which sort of led me to believe that you had some sort of argument?”

“No, no arguments….” my sentence trailed off as I realised why Tony was curious.“It’s because of Pepper.”

“Pepper? Pepper Potts?”

“Yeah, she…I don’t really like her being around Tony, she can get a bit flirty.”

“Oh. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I can’t right now. He’s so stressed from everything that has happened. He’s not sleeping or eating well, his social skills are out the window; I just want him back.”

“I know I’m not an expert on love and relationships but I think it would be wise to speak with him. Maybe he’ll see how you’re feeling and spend time with you, it could make him feel better too.”

Bruce’s words played on and on in my head throughout the day. He was right. It had to be said soon. I just didn’t want Tony getting any worse; his PTSD had got worse, he didn’t need my whining on top of it.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony’s voice made me jump.

After a long debate with myself on what to do, I had found myself in the lab. Perhaps it was because Tony was always there and this was one of the only ways I felt close to him.

“Can…can I talk to you?” I stuttered, hating that my nerves were getting the better of me.

“Is this about Pepper or the neglect?” he asked, though I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be mean.

I was caught of guard.“Tony…that’s not how I want to word it.”

He loosened his tie as he stood nearer.“But that’s the word for it.”

“I’m just not a fan of her, she’s always trying to push my buttons by flirting with you.”

“It’s her nature.”

“No it’s not!” my voice raised.

He seemed taken back.

I groaned, pusing the chair back, making it screech against the floor.“I don’t want to argue. I want my Tony back even though I know you’re dealing with things but so is everyone else. You know what, just get Pepper to live here with you cause she might as well.”

“Don’t make this about her-”

“Why not Tony? She’s always here, let’s decorate one of the rooms for her. Better yet, she can take my place!”

His fist slammed onto the table.“I am not going to argue about this! We trust each other, we love each other! Have I ever once cheated or given you a reason to believe so?”

I could feel myself start to cry.“No.”

“So I don’t understand this. You know that Pepper has been a loyal, valuable member of my team, I wouldn’t just throw her away. I will talk to her about this but never have I reciprocated her feelings.”

My voice had turned to a whisper.“I know…I know that.” I could feel my knees buckling, having to lean against the wall.“I just want to help you and I hate that she has so much more in common with you. I have so much jealousy built up in me because of it, in ashamed of that. But I really want to help you.”

His hands pulled me towards him into a hug.“You do help me. It would help me even more if you just stayed happy.”

“You shouldn’t be comforting me, it needs to be the other way around.” I sobbed, clutching onto his suit.“I want to help.”

“Then stop crying and hug me back. Stop worrying about Pepper, just be happy, for me.”

A poem for my mom

In my eyes you will be the one I strive to be

In my eyes you are the hero I read about in books

In my eyes you are the one who will always protect me

In my eyes you always do what is right


With my hands I want to create something that you will be proud of

With my hands I wish to clean away all the wounds that you bear

With my hands there will be a way to create love

With my hands I will carry you when you cannot carry yourself


Through my ears I hear the laugh you sing

Through my ears I could listen to the lessons you pass down for hours

Through my ears I hear you share with the world what you truly have to bring

Through my ears I understand all the words of love that you speak


Using my mouth I wish to speak the words you need to hear

Using my mouth I want to move people the way you move me

Using my mouth I will share stories about you long after you disappear

Using my mouth you will always be known as someone special


In my heart you will always be the one I love like no other

In my heart I will keep your wise words and lessons

In my heart you will live forever

In my heart you will always be my mother

hell-awaits-us  asked:

will there be a part 3 of soumako bara cafe ?!????????? PLEASE ITS SO GOOD i LOVE your writing style, its so amazing im going to cry. PLEASE i will love you until the very end !!!!!!! its so GOOD ( ͡◉ ͜ʖ ͡◉)

I took this as a prompt :) enjoy! Hopefully

Part 1  Part 2

A wise man once said don’t mess work with pleasure. Sousuke was quickly discovering truer words had never been spoken.

Sure, it had his perks. He got to see Makoto, shirtless, day in day out, his muscles glistening in sweat after a particularly long and gruelling day. He got to see his perfect ass poured into tight jeans, practically begging to be touched.

However, a downside was everyone in the world got to see Makoto, shirtless, day in day out, his muscles glistening in sweat after a particularly long and gruelling day. They got to see his perfect ass poured into tight jeans, practically begging to be touched.

And touch it they did.

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Nct Reaction: to you (their crush)being really smart (hyung line)


Originally posted by moonlighting94

I feel like being smart/ brainy would be a very attractive trait for taeil. he’d love to have intellectual conversations with you, discussing anything and everything, he’d secretly love when your eyes shone as you became engrossed with the topic you were discussing.


Originally posted by chokemewinwin

He would love the fact that you were so mature and clever, the reason being that if he ever needed someone to talk to or needed advice he knew exactly who to go to, he would be so amazed at how wise you were and take your comments on board, thanking you with a kiss on the cheek.


Originally posted by shoyeonji

I honestly can’t see johnny making a huge deal out of it but he loved the fact that one minute you could both be goofing around on the sofa and the next giving him a pep talk after a long day of practice, knowing just the right words to calm him down and cheer him up and he couldn’t be more thankful for it.


Originally posted by taesyong

he would really appreciate your braininess when it came to writing lyrics for a new rap or song, he’d ask you for help with perfecting a verse and as you were checking it over he’d take in all of your features as a small blush covers his face, secretly planning how to confess to you.


Originally posted by taesyong

If you were already dating this boy would brag for days, literally he’d stop and tell a random person on the street of your achievements. He would be so proud of you and support you as much as he possibly could, seeing you succeed would make him happier than anything else


Originally posted by chokemewinwin

.even while taking part in activities with the rookies and being in a different country he still took time out of his day to check up on you and ask how your studying going and to make sure you were taking breaks in between. After telling him your results in a test he’d facetime you quickly to shout congratulations in between filming.


Originally posted by yonges

he loved your intelligence as he thought your witty comebacks were brilliant and made sure to note some down to use on the guys when he was arguing with them. Soon enough he was just as sarcastic as you were and would laugh together at your stupid jokes, only bringing you closer.


Originally posted by namyenexo

he would search up random facts the night before your date with him to try and impress you and spark up a conversation because he knew that you were clever but he’d be trying so hard to relay the facts that he’d jumble them up making you both smile and that was all you needed to hear for you to plan a second date


Originally posted by nctlife

He’d also be a really supportive boyfriend, bragging to all the rookies about  your test results and anyone could see just how much he adored you in general and your intelligence was just another trait you possessed that he loved and he’d help you study for upcoming tests in any way he could.


Originally posted by taesyong

okay let’s be real here, he’d be crushing on you since you were asked to tutor him in Korean, he’d be amazed at how well you understood him and it would only make him like you more but most of the time he was more concentrated on watching your lips rather than the lesson.

I hope you guys are all having a wonderful day and let me know what you think of this reaction! <3

~ Admin Luna


Wow, this year has finally come to an end. For me the end of 2015 doesn’t mark endings as much as it marks beginnings.

The Happiness Planner was launched and is a success marked by the end of year’s sales and excitement. I feel beyond delighted and joyous to see so many positive and happy comments from our customers upon the receipt of this gift - the gift of Happiness and Happiness Planning.

As we are in the business of personal development and happiness, our growth and happiness grow alongside yours. I want our customers to feel more positive and happier in the new year. I want to see our customers achieving goals and kicking ass. Most importantly, I am looking forward to launching more products that assist people with that - personal growth and inner happiness.

It doesn’t matter what you failed to achieve this year. It doesn’t matter what did not go as planned in 2015. What matters is that you realized what you learned from those lessons and you are now more equipped and ready to do it better in 2016.

I want to leave a few key things here before the year ends.

1. No matter what our goals are - remember,  it’s all about being the best we can be.

Failures and mistakes are part of the journey. We don’t learn anything if we don’t make any mistakes. We are not doing anything new if we are always in our comfort zone and sticking to our routines.

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.”

- Zig Ziglar

Every time you feel too scared to get out of your comfort zone, think about the last time you did something that was out of your comfort zone and how you felt afterwards.


“Your comfort zone expands every time you get out of your comfort zone”.

- Mo Seetubtim

2. When you feel disappointed or sad, always remember that when one door closes another door opens.

One event always leads to another - to something better and more suitable to you.

“With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose.”

- Dr. Wayne W Dyer

And remember,

“Sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”

- Dalai Lama

You can’t have it all at once. You have to let go off one thing in order to make room for something better to come in.

3. Whatever you focus on expands, so focus on the good, hope for the good, and pray for the good.

If you focus on what you have, you will always feel blessed with gratitude. If you focus on what you don’t have, you will always feel like something is missing. Shift your focus. It may be hard at first, but if you do it over and over, one day it will become natural to always focus on the positive. You will feel happier as a result.

“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.”

- Oprah Winfrey

4. Energies are contagious. Always surround yourself with positive people.

When you cross path with negative energy, block it out by telling yourself that this is an opportunity for you to train your mind to be patient, calm, and resilient. The opportunity to practice doesn’t come around so often. So see it as a test and embrace it. Over and over you will become resilient and can bounce back from setbacks in life more easily. Start with the little things that frustrate you and work all the way up to the bigger things (exactly like how you train your physical strength or learn something new. You start from the easy stuff, then you move on to the advanced stuff).

“You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you.”

- Brian Tracy

5. Trust in the magic of timing in life.

Acceptance and understanding are keys to inner peace. After all, life is a journey - enjoy it. Focus on the present and take one step at a time. As long as you feel like you’re doing your best every day, you will get to where you want to be in no time.

May your 2016 be filled with happiness, love, and success.

May you wake up every day feeling positive and grateful.


Mo Seetubtim

Founder of The Happiness Planner

#7: as Greek Gods- Michael

| Ashton | Luke | Calum |

Normally, you would never ever talk to someone who is sleeping on the street (or strangers in general), but this man was lying right in front of your apartment building, blocking your way in. So you had no choice but to wake him up. You give the first slight nod with your foot, but the man doesn’t even stir. Then you tried a more vocal approach.

“Sir, hello? Can you hear me?” You say, but still no response. You take a look at your watch: 22:13. You hadn’t been home all day and you really wanted to take a hot shower, crawl underneath your blankets and watch the new episode of your favourite show. You had not envisioned this man spoiling your party. You get frustrated, so you kick him again, a little harder this time. “Dude, this is not a bed!”

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You Again Part 3

A/N: If you want to be tagged let me know 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (au)

Tagging: @turnmyheaphonesuprealloud @poemwriter98 @spn-worm

Warnings: None

Word Count: 850

Summary: Bucky gets a phone call early hours of the morning, telling him you’ve been in a car accident after you forget to change your emergency contact numbers. 


When Bucky opened the door to the apartment it was as silent as when he’d left, the only sign that Steve had gotten up and left was the fact his bedroom door was wide open. He dumped the keys onto the kitchen bench before turning around to look at y/n, noticing that she was already glancing around the room, a faint smile on her lips.
“Hasn’t really changed much,” She said quietly.
Bucky shrugged, not overly sure how to respond. After their breakup he’d taken down the photos, but there wasn’t much else to change; he simply ignored the memories that tried worming their way into his brain.
“Did you want something to drink or…?”
“Can I maybe have a shower?”
“Sure, I’ll leave some clothes out on the bed,” Bucky replied. “I’ll take you around to your place later on today.”

When the bathroom door closed behind her Bucky let out a heavy sigh, running his hands back through his hair roughly; he was finding it beyond frustrating to figure out how to talk to her, maddening really when he had to think about each word he uttered. It never used to be this hard, even when they were together he hadn’t worried about saying something, hadn’t over thought each sentence. Sure occasionally that’s what led to the arguments, but it was better than this.

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modern house aesthetics >> ravenclaw girls

i. you see them across the coffee shop, cup of steaming liquid ignored, eyes intent on their computer screen as the clack of their keys echoes through the silence. they don’t seem to notice - their concentration is so pointed - and you find it fascinating. you watch, they type, and they only look up ten minutes later. you hastily avert your eyes. they notice. they notice everything. they walk up to you, slide into the seat across the table, and say something so witty, so funny, that you burst out laughing. and then you talk, and you can’t stop talking, because they won’t let the conversation end. they won’t let you out of their net of words, woven in and out and around, until they are done. and you find that you don’t mind
ii. the colors fly across the canvas, green and blues and pinks and reds and everything in between. you’re not sure what it is yet, but they seem to know exactly what they’re doing as they dab a splash of fuscia here, a long line of orange there. it’s a masterpiece. everything they do is - they create something new in every breath they take, every word they say. nothing is simple, nothing is boring. they tell you to think outside the box, but for them, the box does not exist. you’d be envious, if it weren’t all so beautiful. you can’t turn your eyes away.
iii. they seem to know everything about everything. you’re at a trivia night at a local bar, and they are practically jumping up and down in their chair, adrenaline running high. they live for this. and, of course, they win. you ask them how. how do they know the birth place of king louis the fourth? how do they know the percentage of eighteen to twenty four year olds in the population? they tell you they read, but you know better. they listen. they absorb knowledge like it is the very air they breathe. they know every detail about you - things you’ve told them, and things you haven’t. they seem to approach knowledge as if it is a comfortable bed after a long, tiring day. they sink into it. allow it to envelop them. 
iv. they tell you they love you simply. they do not spin words, although they could. they are wise, and they know this is not something to be trifled with. but you already know their feelings, know it in they way they look up from their writing when you walk into the room, how they let you win when you know they hate to lose. you know it in the way they always seem to be trying to make you better - how they do make you better. how they know just what to say to make you laugh. how they keep you on your toes. how they accept every part of you - even the parts you don’t think anyone could. you say it back, and they smile. because, you know they knew you did too.
v. they are a cool drink of water on a hot summer’s day. a breath blown out that ruffles your hair. they are the feeling of flower petals, soft beneath your fingertips, the cold, wet of paint on your cheek, the excitement of a new idea, when you know you’ve done well on a test and everything seems to be going right. they are the smell of an old book, the crinkle of the pages, the feeling when you’ve read the last word on the last page. they are knowledge.

The LORD was delighted when Solomon, son of David, asked for wisdom.

9 So give Your servant an understanding heart to judge Your people to discern between good and evil. For who is able to judge this great people of Yours?”

10 It was pleasing in the sight of the Lord that Solomon had asked this thing. 11 God said to him, “Because you have asked this thing and have not asked for yourself long life, nor have asked riches for yourself, nor have you asked for the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself discernment to understand justice, 12 behold, I have done according to your words. Behold, I have given you a wise and discerning heart, so that there has been no one like you before you, nor shall one like you arise after you. 13 I have also given you what you have not asked, both riches and honor, so that there will not be any among the kings like you all your days. 14 If you walk in My ways, keeping My statutes and commandments, as your father David walked, then I will prolong your days.” (1 Kings 3:9-14 NASB)

By the grace of God through the same man, Solomon, and other anointed men, the Book of Proverbs exist. You can find it in the Bible :) The Book of Proverbs has 31 chapters and each with a great amount of wisdom that we can use to live apart from the foolishness we’re prone to make.

Join me and other followers of the LORD Jesus spend a month reflecting with the Book of Proverbs – one chapter a day to keep foolishness away. Take the challenge with unceasing prayers, and we’ll see how the Father will speak to us and use us through the Proverbs He shares. We can try this by faith in the LORD Jesus and the promise of change by His grace.

Reblog if you’re in and let’s pray for others :)

I don’t know yet. How do I define her? Horrific, terrible, miraculous, fictional, demonish, wordless witch roaming the halls of my clicking typewriter….I run out. I run out of adjectives, metaphors, phrases, words, thoughts, letters, ink, alphabets.
Alphabets. She is made of all twenty six, but she sits on a throne of four of them and she rules my fingers. I keep her close but not too much. She defines me but never completely. She is the crescent moon of my night sky, I always keep my pole star around. She is the big bang but at the end of the light year, I am the Universe. I am all the black holes and all of the galaxies, the turning time and the dimensions in which her soul floats.
Floats. She is a swimmer. She dives deep in my gut. She is the end of my oesophagus, she is the beginning of my mouth.
And I, I fly.
We keep our wings and life jackets close, but we don’t refuse to free fall.
From the cliffs, the edges of the oceans, the endings of streets and the cul De sacs of various roads, the dying ends of bars, the cabinets and the rooms where strangers fuck and lovers fight, water burns throat and whiskey soothes the pain, silences scream and noises pacify, we.
We exist. And we cease.
We die. At every poem. On every line.
And I keep her. She breathes through me.
She is the lighter, I’m the smoker, words, our cigarette.
We burn ends together.
Fall in love with us, lust after us and you might be the new joint entwined with our fingers.
I kiss, she kills.
Choose your ashtray wisely.

It's long. But please take the time to read it. It's worth it!

I was blessed by this post, so I decided to share:

A Psychologist walked
around a room while
teaching Stress Management to an

As she raised a
glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked
“Half empty or Half full” question.

Instead, with a
smile on her face, she
“How heavy is this glass of water?”
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied,
“The absolute weight doesn’t matter.
It depends on how long I hold it.

If I hold it for a
it’s not a problem.

If I hold it for an hour,
I’ll have an ache in my arm.

If I hold it for a day,
my arm will feel numb and paralyzed.

In each case,
the weight of the glass
doesn’t change,


The longer I hold it,
the heavier it becomes.

She continued,
"The Stresses and Worries in Life , are like that Glass of Water…

Think about them for
a while and nothing

Think about them
a bit longer and they begin to hurt.


If you think
about them all day long,
you will feel paralysed –
incapable of doing

Phil 4:6 do not be anxious about anything but in every situation by prayer and petition with thanksgiving present your requests to God

Remember to put the glass down and pray. You have a loving father who loves you. And after Prayer please do not pick the glass up. Leave it at the feet of Jesus. He is more than able, nothing is impossible for Him to do.

Do not let anything or anyone steal your joy…nothing’s worth it..

Fairy Princess, Wicked Witch (a freezerburn fic)

Summary: During a strange argument, Yang accidentally asks Weiss out on a date. Weiss intentionally accepts. Fluff ensues.
Word Count: 5615

A commision for Opalord. Thank you! 

The door opened to a familiar sight: Ruby and Weiss laughing together over some private conversation, the both of them resting on Weiss’ bunk with Ruby’s head on her lap. This wouldn't have been so strange to Yang if it didn't immediately cut short as soon as they both spotted her. That part was out of the ordinary, triggering the feeling that they might have been talking about her. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Ruby’s eyes darted away as she held her breath, visibly shaking with restrained laughter.

They had definitely been talking about her.

“Hey now,” Yang said, pulling off her blazer and tossing it over the nearest desk. “You two want to clue me in on what’s so funny?”

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it's been a long, long time

“The irony of what happens to her is lost on absolutely no one”.
Peggy wakes up 61 years after the day she almost died. 

note: this is a gift for the Steggy Secret Santa exchange!! So a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to hellofashot-castle​. You said you liked stories where Peggy comes to the future, so I hope you enjoy the fic (sorry I went a little overboard word count-wise!)
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The irony of what happens to her is lost on absolutely no one.

In fact, the irony is so acute as to be downright cruel, and there’s no doubt that absolutely anyone involved would have done most anything to avoid it if they’d had even a little forewarning.

The problem is that one is seldom forewarned about these types of things. Indeed, when it happens, it happens fast. There’s simply no time to cobble together a better response than the one they resort to.

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So this is a piece about how I’ve thought about memories as of lately and what it means when we say the words, I want to let go.

It takes a day, one single day to determine the rest of your year. It only takes one. Let it be a bad memory or a happy one, you will have it inside of your purse or your wallet at all times. You will use it when the time comes, time is money after all, so use it wisely.

It takes a single day to forget absolutely nothing. You don’t forget that easily, we have been holding on for too long to let it be that easy. So let’s just say, the first day–

is the worst.

Okay, so I lied. The first week.
Oh, fuck. The first week.

Can we say hell on earth?
How about standing on a burning bridge?
Too cliché? Don’t worry, I’ve got more.

A bullet into your chest,
but your vest was used 
to protect them.

A sword entrusted to another,
slow, slow now–
stick it into my back.
slow. slow. slow.

Your body refuses to believe
that being held just wasn’t enough.

Your smile, a fading cloud of smoke
blown into your face– 
a hurricane made from strain.

The second week is a matter of staring at a wall long enough to see their face.

At some point during the next few weeks,
they no longer feel like seven days in each
but rather a broken clock moving at
the pace of fading sunsets–

morning becomes nighttime quicker
than ever because overthinking
requires more time than the act
of saying it wasn’t so bad.

Time is no longer a concept that can be grasped.

The first month will be the longest,
whatever season prepare for it.

Summer will burn twice as much.
Spring will over blossom and over rain.
Winter will freeze everything you touch.
Autumn will kill everything you love.

Month after month–

it all starts to look the same
and feel the same.

What month was it again?

“damn, i lost track again.”

A year will have gone by
and through all of your

the memories will blow over.

It will even after this disbelief.

It will be over.

—  A few things you should know about your memories
Stranger making a difference

I’ve been crying for an hour due to different reasons and continued crying as I got to the doctors office. A lady noticed and at first just asked me if I was okay. Then she brought over a tissue, introduced herself, and comforted me. Someone I have never seen before. I was really upset and I started crying even harder after her sweet gestures and kind words because it made my heart happy. That someone completely random can show me so much hope and really make me feel better. I managed to say “thank you.” And gave her a smile.

She really made a difference in my life today and I will probably remember her for as long as I live. This just goes to show how you can either make someone’s day or ruin it. She chose wisely, and really helped me. Just a kind or comforting gesture can really go a long way.