you and your whole being

Do you know that kind of pain where you actually feel your heart pounding on and on and you feel like your very last breath is on its way
When your whole body feels light as a balloon and your toes and fingers start to numb out
You’re shaking and trembling but the tears just cease to exist
Your whole being is screaming and growling like your soul is pleading to finally leave its home
You just sit there, eyes wide open, flat figured and a heart fighting to dislodge from your chest
Everything, everything is ready to leave your body,
But you still think as long as the tears haven’t showed up yet, you’re “strong” and in control
—  datragic-poet 
Don’t just kiss somebody with an open mouth – kiss them with an open heart. A kiss should not be something that you do with your lips, but with the whole of your being.
Do not kiss somebody absentmindedly or incidentally, kiss them like you are present; like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Kiss them with a lingering that seems to last forever because in your heart of hearts you want it to… Kiss like you want this moment to last for eternity.
Kiss them with everything that you have and everything that you are; be open, be vulnerable, be receptive but do not under any circumstances hold back. Kiss like you’re dying of thirst and they are the purest water that has ever touched your lips… Kiss in a way they will never forget… with a fire and an intensity that will burn into their memory for the rest of their life. 
Because that is the difference between a touch of the lips and a kiss… one ends the moment you part… and the other stays with you forever…
—  Ranata Suzuki | It’s not ‘just a kiss’
Kiss Me

Prompt: After being rescued from the hands of Hydra by the Winter Soldier, deep down you only had one more wish

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of…
*If you do feel triggered by something, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!

Word Count: 1,144

Author’s Note: Loosely based on a true story  
As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

My Masterlist

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

You found yourself in your room, more specifically, the guest room that had been given to you. A guest room in the Avengers Compound

Without thinking it twice you went straight to the bathroom so to take a hot shower. No only to clean the dirt that you felt on your whole body after weeks of being on the run, but also to wash off the memories of being kept captive

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happy birthday boo♡
#LovelyBOODay #부승관_쇵일축하_허염쩌

One thing nobody teaches you is how politicised being disabled is. Your whole existence being called a waste of resources. Your whole worth being boiled down to whether you can work. If you can, you’re not disabled and get nothing. If you’re not, you’re lazy and deserve nothing.

Accessibility is seen as a burden and us demanding too much like the greedy people they claim us to be. No handouts! No Handouts! We are invisible and subhuman. We are the other. We are portrayed as burdens to society for simply wanting to exist in the world as they do.

The ability to live week to week is constantly in jeopardy. Lost jobs from sick days. Rising costs of medical care and accommodations. Your government assistance becomes a talking point and a target. People rallying for you to starve instead of paying any taxes to your care. One day your means to live just disappears without fanfare or your input. ‘Austerity measures’ being levied on us for being ‘leeches’. They might not kill us directly but they don’t care about leaving us to die.

Right to die advocates fighting valiantly for euthanasia but doing nothing about disability rights. Nothing about accommodations. Nothing about accessibility. Nothing about subsidies or in home care. They’d rather give us the ability to die than allow us to live. Because we are tragedies.

Burdens.

I Finally Found You  (M) // Kim Taehyung, Werewolf!AU

Originally posted by myeong-su

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Fluff

Summary: You and Taehyung have been searching your whole lives for each other. Being Werewolves, you both dreamed of the day you would finally be able to meet your other half. And finally, fate brings you both colliding into each others worlds.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut, spanking, biting and all that good stuff

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So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

for @perksofbeingafanboy, happy birthday! ♡

Omg guys. But soulmate au where you have the first words your soulmate ever speaks to you on your skin but you don’t have anything on your wrist and so you live your whole life with this feeling of being alone but then one day you meet someone and you say something really stupid and they just stand there in shock but they can’t explain why and you assume it’s because what you said offended them and you start to apologize but they shake their head and scramble to lift the sleeve of their shirt and there on their wrist are the words you just fucking said and you start to cry because you have to tell this person that it must be a coincidence because you don’t have a soulmate and you lift up your sleeve to show that there’s nothing there and they grab your face and smile so big and reach into their pocket to pull out a note they must have carried around for a long time because society demands because there on that paper are the words “I’m mute”

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Daddy!Dean x Reader

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“I think he likes the toy cars you got him.” You whispered to your husband.

Dean flashed a smirk, glancing back at you. “He is my son after all.” He winked. “By the way, Sammy and My mom are going to come over in an hour, so we should probably get dressed soon.”

Taking a sip of your coffee, you snuggled closer to Dean. “Not yet.” You exhaled.

He pressed a soft kiss to your head, a smile forming on your lips.

Being in his arms made you feel whole. With him being gone for hunts most of the time, you cherish every moment you have with him. Even if it’s just for a little while.

“This is perfect.” Dean hummed.

“What is?”

“This. Cuddling with you, while watching our little guy play with his toys.” He couldn’t help but smile. “It’s the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for.”

Playfully you nudged his side. “You’re such a sap, Dean Winchester.”

He glanced down at you, and furrowed his brows. “Shut up!” He tried to keep from smiling. “So Mrs. Winchester, where’s my gift?”

As you were about to respond, Dean was immediately interrupted when bobby jumped in his lap. “Daddy car!” He yelled.

Dean let out a chuckle, and nodded. “Yeah that’s like daddy’s car.” He put his cup of coffee down on to the coffee table and gave his son his full attention. “Come on, let’s go play with your cars.”

“Wait.” You exhaled. Pulling out a small box from under the tree, you felt your heart beat begin to race. You were nervous but also excited.

“Here.”

Dean took the small gift into his hand, and looked at Bobby. “Want to help daddy open this present?”

You watched the boys tear the wrapping paper off, growing more and more anxious as the seconds passed by.

He opened the top and as soon as his eyes glanced at the surprise inside, his mouth dropped. “Are you freakin serious?” He asked, shooting his gaze up to you.

You could only nod, holding your stomach.

Dean jumped up swinging his son around in the air,along Bobby giggle uncontrollably.

“You’re going to be a big brother!” He exclaimed. “We’re having another baby!”

He put bobby down and quickly stepped over to you, his hand gently pressed to your belly as he flashed a cheeky grin. “How’s daddy’s little girl?”

I will pick up your pieces
and reassemble
them
to the best
                 of my
recollection;
   
           keep me
                           updated
       on your progress,
  will you?
   
I will love you,
                         whole
                   or
shattered,
   
yet I will not stand for
your being
                 any less
than 
      completely
                                  you;
   
raw and        unapologetic.
—  To know you, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

being in love with you feels like time does not exist. like in the blink of an eye its 4 pm and my body is still tangled up under the sheets with yours, with no intention of getting up. the seconds go by so fast with you.

being in love with you feels like laughter. like the kind that you feel throughout your whole body. i never knew i could feel this much.

being in love with you feels like warmth. like i’m safe whenever i’m with you. you make me feel secure.

being in love with you feels like i have known you since the beginning of time. like my heart couldn’t find its rhythm until it beat next to yours. fuck, now i can finally breathe.

being in love with you feels like i am actually me. like i spent so long going through life blindfolded and now i can finally see. the life i’m living truly feels like my own.

being in love with you feels like coming home. like this is where i am supposed to be. i look at you and i am home.

—  1/11/16

genderists think that gender is the entirety of their soul and being and a not only a fundamental core aspect of themselves, but the deepest, most personal, and most important aspect.

which is why they think when we say “women have vaginas” we’re saying “women are vaginas.” they can’t fathom sex as an objective, nonpersonal aspect. women have vaginas. they’re not vaginas. they have them. but when you percieve “gender” as your whole being, putting perameters on it is “limiting” and “reductive.”

the problem is when we say “sex” they think we mean “gender” and when they say “gender” what they really mean is “personality.”

just one last poem i own, deep in my soul. and it shall be the final doom, the poison of them all - and of you.


only one last poem to pray to - and it’s the revolting beauty of my decaying truth.


i’ll tell you what i would have done for you, for us - what i’ve already done a thousand times in the sacred, holy dungeons of my agonizing heart.


one, i would have grew fangs. i would have greeted legions and legions of tides and blood and rage to steal my soul away, a newborn moon newly crowning her witches with the gore dripping down their alabaster thighs.


i would have ripped your soul out in shreds with them, ingested them all with my bare hands. i would have taken you vulgarly, taken you with such greed your whole being would have tasted the whip that are my lips.


two, i would have murdered the universe for us, right in its heart and with its own stars - and their sharp, sharp edges of conscience lost and broken promises and tears as sweet and blessed as your desperate fears.


three, i would have smashed the bones, chewed the flesh, of each person flower sunset or prey you’ve ever loved, i would have smashed them against my bare teeth and grin at the long dead heavens your devotion to me.


“no, stop. this isn’t you. this isn’t love.” i can hear you weep even from here, even from a future that shall never be - you murdered it.


and yes, you’re right. you see, this is indeed not love my sweet.


Love, is far deeper, far worse
than any of this.


Love, is far worse than anything.

—  Love // l.e. wildë 
Practice until you see yourself in the cruelest person on Earth, in the child starving, in the political prisoner. Continue until you recognize yourself in everyone in the supermarket, on the street corner, in a concentration camp, on a leaf, in a dewdrop. Meditate until you see yourself in a speck of dust in a distant galaxy. See and listen with the whole of your being. If you are fully present, the rain of Dharma will water the deepest seeds in your consciousness, and tomorrow, while you are washing the dishes or looking at the blue sky, that seed will spring forth, and love and understanding will appear as a beautiful flower.
—  Thich Nhat Hanh
Above and Below (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Hey :) Could you please write a Bellamy x reader where (Y/N) is a grounder and she’s been taught to hate both mountain people and sky people after living in fear of them. Things change when she encounters Bellamy and the two of them begin to fall for each other.

Originally posted by whateverbellamy


Growing up on earth was not easy. Falling for Bellamy Blake, on the other hand, was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. Your parents had raised you to believe that the people who resided on the mountain and lived in the sky were dangerous, evil beings out to harm you. Your whole village lived in constant fear that one day they would strike but as you look at the sky person caught in your animal trap, you start to think that maybe they were wrong. Very wrong.

“You don’t look dangerous.” You stare in wonder, tilting your head as he tries to wriggle free from the thick rope caught onto his ankles.

“Just wait until I get out of here.” He responds angrily, pulling on the rope fiercely. Walking up to him curiously, you put your spear down to look at him. He pauses when you crouch down closely, running your fingertips along his shoulders, touching the soft material. It’s nothing like the type of harsh rag-like clothing you’re used to. It’s odd. The myths told about sky people said they wear white armour with big, round glass helmets. This man definitely does not fit that description. The stories of sky people also told of their teeth being sharp and pointy, like thousands of knives protruding from their red gums. He tries to wriggle away when you place your hands on his lips, opening his mouth to examine his teeth. They look like yours - normal. 

Moving your hands from his mouth you look at him in confusion, “Who are you?” You ask angrily, reaching back for your spear as he sits up. 

“Bellamy.” He blinks, watching your hand grasp the weapon, “I’m from the sky.” 

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