you are breaking my tiny heart

And I tried. I tried to be beautiful in a way that caught you off guard. I tried to be smart without having to use a calculator. I tried to be funny without having to think of some stupid joke to say. I tried to be sexually experienced for you. I tried to have all my shit together. I tried to figure what I wanted in life. I tried everything just so you could look at me the way I look at you. I tried to be something that wasn’t me and even when I tried all theses things it still wasn’t enough to make you look at me. It still wasn’t enough to make you want me. It still wasn’t enough to make you love me. Never again will I ever be something other than myself for a guy. Never again will I betray the body I was given. The home that I hated for so many years and treated like shit. Never again will I put a mans needs before me because really men ain’t shit. They do not home a person for 9 months just to go through extraordinary measures to bring that tiny human into the world safely. They do not bleed for a week and have extreme pain just because they aren’t pregnant. Women do not open their hearts and hips and birth a child when it feels like every bone in their body breaking and more just so a man can decide if she’s the one he wants for the week. My point is, do not ever settle for a man that does not see you as magic and more. Women are not ordinary. We did not give birth to civilization just so we could be treated like shit.
—  You not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself. // love, heartbreak & everything in between.// deeply feeling series
25 Relationship Quotes to Get You Through a Breakup

No matter who ended it, why it fell apart, or how long ago it was, getting through the aftermath of a relationship is never an easy task. As you feel the waves of emotions from sadness to anger to relief while your heart heals, let these encouraging words give you the dose of inspiration you need.


For seeing the bright side

“To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose is the next best." 

– William Makepeace Thackeray



For remembering the bigger picture

"I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?" 

– Nicholas Sparks, author



For why you have to cry sometimes

"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either." 

– Golda Meir, politician



For getting through the rough days

"Hearts live by being wounded." 

– Oscar Wilde, playwright



For valuing patience

"Only time can heal his heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs." 

– Miss Piggy, Muppet



For savoring the transformation

"The dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”

– Nora Ephron, author



For relishing the good times

“The hottest love has the coldest end." 

– Socrates, philosopher



For the motivation to move on

"No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief." 

— Faraaz Kazi



For finding the humor

"I never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back." 

— Zsa Zsa Gabor, actress



For packing away the tissues

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." 

— M. Kathleen Casey, politician



For prioritizing your strength

"You can only lose what you cling to." 

— Buddha



For the good moments to come

"In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself." 

— Deepak Chopra



For the nudge to pull the plug

"You’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.”

— Tori Amos, singer-songwriter



For a lesson in love

“Don’t dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energy moving forward together towards an answer.”

— Denis Waitley, motivational speaker



For unfriending on Facebook

“The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did." 

— Faraaz Kazi, author



For remembering you’re not alone

"I think every girl has that a guy she has trouble letting go of." 

— Rashida Jones, actress



For new beginnings

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need." 

– Lao Tzu, philosopher



For the best that’s yet to come

"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." 

— Steve Maraboli, author



For living in the moment

"Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure." 

— Oprah Winfrey



For improving your odds

"The best skill at cards is knowing when to discard." 

— Baltasar Gracián, philosopher



For being thankful for love

"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart" 

— Washington Irving, author



For being openhearted

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us" 

— Alexander Graham Bell, inventor



For the upcoming rainbow

"Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.”

— Paulo Coelho, author



For never settling

“Never love anybody that treats you like you’re ordinary.”

— Oscar Wilde, playwright


For appreciating the bittersweet

“The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”   

― William Faulkner, author 

alright kids gather round for a lesson from your favorite tumblr art teacher on the difference between “animation style” and “sexist character design”

I know this comparison has been done to death but thats because its a good one so let’s look at some Ghibli couples

this, my friends, is an example of an animation style. yes, all the women have pretty much the same craniofacial structure. but look at who also does: the men!!!

now, here are some examples of animation that certainly has distinct style, but is still guilty of sexist character design

how can I tell, you ask? let’s break it down.

1. all lead Disney women fit into the exact same big-eyed tiny-nosed heart-shaped craniofacial structure

2. all the lead Disney men don;t

there all done its that simple

in case this is still not making sense for some of you I have created a fun visual guide to help

thanks for reading & have a great day

even if you hurt me
even if you take my heart and smash it to the ground
even if you smile while doing it
i will still love you.
i will apologize for causing you any tiny fraction of hurt or inconvenience.
i will never hate you
even if you break my heart and my soul in ways the human mind could not possibly imagine
i could never fucking feel any of inch of hatred towards
your brown eyes.
—  my soul is too gentle. (1:35 PM)
your mouth
your smile
your hands
say all the right things
that make me feel
special
and wanted
like i’m the only one for you
like i’m all you want
which is all i want
because you’re all i want

but your eyes
don’t say
my name
—  Anonymous said: about being in love with your best friend and he hints that he likes you back but still checks out other girls in front of you and it breaks your tiny stupid heart?
(cc, 2017)

“Cas! Cas! Don’t do this to me, Cas.”

Dean kneels in the dirt next to Cas’s inert body, the rough fabric of the trenchcoat gripped tightly in his fists. It’s been minutes–hours?–since they came through from the other universe, since Cas… Dean doesn’t know when he started crying, but his face is wet with tears and his throat is raw from sobbing and pleading with Cas.

“Open your eyes, Cas. You cannot leave me. Not again. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes…”

He is still whispering the words, his voice nearly gone, when Sam pulls him away.

***

“Cas.”

It’s been over a week since they burned Cas’s body. Dean’s mind won’t let him sleep; he still sees the flames every time he closes his eyes. He feels the heat licking at his skin, cracking his lips. Now he sits on the cement floor of the parking garage; it’s the coolest place he can find.

“Where are you, Cas? Can you hear me anymore? Is it hot where you are? Is it cold? Where do angels go when they…”

There are tears on his cheeks again.

The barest whisper: “I miss you, Cas.”

***

On a hunt, a werewolf pack closing in.

“Cas! We could use your help!”

Sam jerks in surprise, barely escapes a snapping jaw.

The fight is brutal. Dean has a gash on his arm, Sam a badly bruised rib, but all the werewolves are dead. They make their way back to the Impala, Dean muttering, “Where are you, Cas?”

“Dean,” Sam says softly, “Cas is–”

Dean’s glare stops him cold.

***

Dark fields fly past outside Baby’s windows, and the sky above is a flood of stars. Dean is blind to all but the road and the steering wheel.

Led Zeppelin plays on the radio. Ramble On. This isn’t on the tape he made for…

“This used to be one of my favorite songs, Cas. But it’s all about goodbye, all about looking for something more. That was my life, always saying goodbye. Then we found the bunker, so we kinda had a home. And I thought–I hoped–someday I’d have you too.”

The song had ended while he was praying. The Impala’s engine and her wheels on the road are the only sounds until Dean’s gasping sobs fill the car.

He pulls over to the side of the road.

Cas.” Dean chokes on the name. “I wish you could hear me.”

***

It’s been 37 days since Cas…left.

Dean is off on his own again. He hunts with Sam, but between hunts he can’t seem to stay still, just like he can’t seem to close his eyes. So he drives. When he realizes where he is, he makes a sound that is almost a laugh.

Pontiac, Illinois.

He takes a few wrong turns, but eventually finds his way to the barn. It is, surprisingly, still standing. He expects to find the inside littered with beer bottles and the like, but there is nothing. Maybe all the signs and sigils scared off the local miscreants.

Memories wash over Dean in a rush.

Sparks.

Wings.

Stabbings.

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I’m an angel of the Lord.

This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean falls to his knees, head bowed. Remembering. The awesome sight of Cas’s wings, filling the entire barn. The way his eyes seemed to look into Dean’s very soul. The feeling of being known, and chosen, and wanted.

He aches for Cas, so even he is surprised by the words that tumble from his lips.

“Chuck. I don’t know if you’re listening anymore. The bible says–and yeah, Cas told me to read the bible, so I did–that you’re everywhere at once, so maybe you can still hear me even off on your family vacation.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I sound like an idiot. I’ve gotten used to praying to Cas, but he can’t hear me anymore. Lucifer, he…” Tears flow from Dean’s eyes.

“I’m broken, Chuck. I can barely stand. You need to give him back to us. We need him. And not because he’s a fighter, or because he’s an angel, or because he’s a part of our team. You need to give him back because…” Dean takes a shuddering breath. “You need to give him back to me. Because I love him. He’s not my brother, he’s…he’s everything.”

His voice is raw, thick with tears.

“I never got to tell him. Please, Chuck. Please. I don’t know what else to say. Can you hear the sound of a heart breaking?”

***

Chuck blinks.

“Well, what do you know. Too bad I’m not writing any more books. I love character development.”

He twirls his finger in the air, and the dust motes form a spinning vortex. Atoms join, coming together to form more and more complex molecules until, with a tiny breath from Chuck, the angel stands in front of him.

Chuck gestures. “Sorry about the tie. Dean seem to like it backwards, though.”

Cas stands bewildered, patting his coat, touching his face, ruffling his hair–deliberately avoiding the place where the blade pierced his chest.

“And the tape is still in your pocket. I know it’s important to you.”

Cas’s hand flies to the inside pocket of his trenchcoat. When his hand closes around the familiar piece of plastic he relaxes slightly.

“I don’t understand,” Cas says. “I was…gone. Again.”

Chuck points at himself. “Did you forget who I am? Or how many times I’ve done this for you?”

Cas’s thoughts still haven’t caught up to the present. “But why?”

“Character development.”

Cas tilts his head, puzzled. “I don’t–”

“Nevermind,” Chuck says, chuckling to himself. “I just need you to deliver a message to Dean Winchester, okay?”

Cas nods, eyes bright. “Alright.”

“Tell him…tell him…no, on second thought, just go. I think he’ll understand. A picture is worth a thousand words and all that.”

Cas nods again, still not understanding, but willing to go. Chuck reaches out, gently rests his hands on Cas’s shoulders.

“One more thing,” he says. “It was never a punishment, Castiel.”

Cas’s eyes widen.

“You always believe in me. I keep bringing you back because I always believe in you too.”

***

Boards creak. Feathers rustle.

Dean’s head jerks up.

“Dean, why are we here?”

Dean cannot speak. He pulls himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving Cas’s. He walks to Cas, and when they are standing close enough to touch Cas says, “What about personal space, Dean?”

“Are you real, Cas?” Dean breathes. “Are you really you?”

Understanding, Cas flexes his wings. Blue-black feathers flash. No demon or shapeshifter could fake that.

“Good,” says Dean. “Oh, Cas. I–”

But there are no words. He pulls Cas into a hug, holding him like he never wants to let go.

“Thank you, Chuck,” Dean whispers. “Thank you.”

i.
sometimes I think about who I am without you,
ruthless,
deathless,
fury.

I am the very essence of a tragedy,
a hero whose darkside consumes them whole,
a lover without my love,
a survivor without a reason to keep going.


I would make the constellations ache to tell my story,
because they specialize in sad stories,
they make empires on heartache.


ii.
but I will not be a myth because I destroy the world with your name ringing through my mind
whenever I let blood run through the streets.


no, we will build empires, ignite rebellions, on hope
we will make those that come after us ache
to see the two of us in action,
side by side,
the golden and darkened ones that are well matched in their fire. 


iii.
because, darling, the universe owes us.
we tore ourselves apart to keep the sun turning in sky
and the universe itself fell silent
when we first let the other into our souls,
in that dark night
where blood and chaos echoed in the background. 


we are owed the happy ending
that let us drift off to sleep as children,
that fairytale ending.


iv.
because there’s a sense of rightness
when your skin brushes mine,
a mark etched in where you lingered
for moments between the war.


and whenever I fall,
scar my skin yet again,
breaking open old wounds,
you bandage them with gentleness
that I long ago stopped believing I deserved.


v.
and isn’t that what the best love stories are built on,
trust,
honesty,
hope,
help
and we make the love stories
that we were told when we were innocent
look like the tragedy
we are desperately trying not to become .


because in our actions,
in our faith,
there’s a depth of devotion
that makes even the divine shudder. 


vi. 
because you make my bloodstains
seem like dropped rose petals,
you make my scars
seem like tiny bits of stardusts,
you make my broken heart
seem whole.

—  it is in your song that I rejoice by Abby S
Falsettos moments that always give me goosebumps/make me cry

-“Ask me if I need him… Get him out of my wayyyy”
-Everything after & including “It hurts not to love him. It hurts when love fades” in The Games I Play
-“I never, never, never, never, never, never wanted to love you!”
-“As we march… Along.”
-“But I still have my son on the weekends… Just on the weekends”
-“But I don’t have a lover anymore. Oh my god, when am I gonna get over this?”
-“Learning love is not a crime!”
-All of What More Can I Say, especially “It’s so swell, damn it. Even I’m surprised.”
-“Life is never what you planned. Life is moments you can’t understand.”
-“Everything will be alright”
-“I’m staying here in this spot. Whether you want me to or not.”
-“Kid… Be my son.”
-“Let’s be scared together. Let’s pretend that nothing is awful. There’s nothing to fear. There’s nothing to fear. Just stay right here. I love you.”
-“Who’d have thought that we four would end up as lovers?”
-“Do I love him? No.” “I am so dumb.”
-“Something bad is happening. Something very bad is happening. Something that kills, something infectious. Something that spreads from one man to another”
-“Tell me, why was I chosen? Why me, of all men?”
-“At least death means I’ll never be scared about dying, again.”
-“Death is not a friend, but I hope in the end, he takes me in his arms and let’s me hold hold his face. He takes me in his arms and whispers something funny. He lifts me in his arms and tells me to embrace his attack… Then the scene turns to black.”
-“The many stupid things I thought about with dread, now delight.”
-“It’s the last little mountain I’ll climb.”
-“Sometime… sometime… sometime… sometimmmmmmeeeeee”
-“I feel more helpless than I have in years.”
-“How did you turn out so great? Who do I thank for the man you turned into? Kid, do you know how proud I am? If I don’t show how proud I am. You hold my dreams, kid. I burst at the seams ‘cause of you.”
-“What would I do, if I had not met you? Who would I blame my life on? Once I was told that all men get what they deserve. Who the hell then threw this curve? There are no answers. But who would I be, if you had not been my friend?”
-“One, out of a thousand others. Only one my child would allow.”
-“Who would I be, if I had not loved you?”
-“Do you regret? I’d do it again. I’d like to believe that I’d do it again and again and again.”
-“How am I to face tomorrow after being screwed out of today?”
-“I’d beg or steal or borrow, if I could hold you for one hour more…”
-“Once I was told that good men get better with age. We’re just gonna skip that stage.”
-“We’re a teeny tiny band. Lovers come and lovers go. Lovers live and die, fortissimo. This is where we take a stand. Welcome to Falsettoland.”
-THE ENTIRE DAM MUSICAL

8

For the bittersamgirlclubTop 5 Challenge: Top 5 Most Heartbreaking Sam Moments. Well, thanks to the BSGC for this cruel and unusual prompt. If you’re interested in my thoughts on these five horrible moments then by all means, read on…

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I’m Dedicating Every Day to You

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Hamwriters write-a-thon day five

Note: This is a sequel to Don’t Drop Him! Because you guys seemed to like that one a lot, plus I wanted to write Daveed as a dad. Also the baby’s name is from the book Sula by Toni Morrison, mainly because Daveed loves that book and I couldn’t figure out a name. 

Warning: swearing, water breaking (do i have to warn you about that?) 

Word Count:1,115

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @iamgrayfox @rottwat @gonnamurderyou @hambamthankyouman @aham-threw-his-shot-away

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“Daveed!” Daveed hears Y/N yelling from the couch but he doesn’t move straight away, for the last couple weeks of her pregnancy she’s been calling for him every few minutes to grab something for her that at this point he know’s it won’t be something urgent. “Daveed Diggs get your ass in here!” She yells.

With a frown he quickly gets up from his desk and rushes out to the living room where Y/N is standing, with a pool of water on the floor between her feet.

“Babe wha- oh shit” he says, his eyes wide as he realises what’s happened. Y/N’s water has broken.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the hell do I do? She’s a week early, He thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her.

“You gonna stand there all day or are you going to take me to the hospital?” she asks.

Daveed snaps into action, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone from the bench before coming over to take Y/N by the wrm and lead her towards the door.

“Why do you look so terrified, you’re not the one that is about to give birth” She points out as Daveed leads her to the elevator of their building.

“I am not delivering our child on in the elevator Y/N” He says, his fingers drumming against his leg as they wait for the elevator to reach the ground floor. 

“You’re not delivering this baby period” she says. 

“Agreed” he mutters. 

The elevator doors finally open and Daveed helps Y/N rush towards the car. 

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I Need You

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2796

Author’s Note: So, I saw gifs of Stiles crying and decided to break everyone’s heart, whoops. It’s a cute ending tho, so yeah! I literally wrote this last night and I’m like wow. Also, thanks to one of my bbys @dumbass-stilinski for proofreading this for me!


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I laid on my bed, scrolling through my photo album, looking at the many pictures that Stiles and I had taken, smiling lovingly at my phone, my heart swelling. Mieczysław Stilinski has been my boyfriend for about a year and a half, ever since the party Lydia had where she poisoned all of us with wolfsbane to resurrect Peter, Derek’s insane uncle. Stiles is the most loving boyfriend I’ve had and I can honestly see myself marrying him, if he’d ever want to. We have been through everything together, but lately, he’s been a little distant and I have absolutely no idea why and I want to help him, but he keeps brushing me off. My phone began to ring, Lydia’s name popping up on my screen as I sighed, answering it.

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I Love You - AntiSepticEye Imagine

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prompt: "i love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.“

requests: closed OPEN!

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She had grown used to this feeling of absolute worthlessness and loneliness. It wasn’t new to feel unloved, for the thing she loved put her through hell and back on a daily basis. She knew loving him was a death sentence, but she craved the attention he gave her, and even if it wasn’t real love at least it felt like it sometimes.

The other times it was just a waiting game, see how long it took for him to show back up in her life and ruin all the progress that she had made trying to show herself that she didn’t need him. However, she did, and always caved when he opened up his arms with that grin. It filled her up with false hope that maybe he felt the same about her that she did about him, but as she sat here for the third day in a row alone, those hopes left her.

Wrapping the blanket around her tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut and mentally called out to him. She cried out his name, echoing in her brain that she prayed would call to his attention.

"You called, babydoll?” static filled the air as he stepped in front of her, unravelling her from the cocoon she had secured herself into, pulling her into his arms and holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his chest. He smelled of blood and felt tense, though he was gradually easing up every second he held his beloved to his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, moving one hand up her back to slowly card her hair through his fingers. Every bit of stress drained from his body as he pressed his nose to her hair, inhaling the smell of his own shampoo in her hair. She smelled like every bit of familiarity he had left, like an anchor to the home he always felt was slipping away from him.

Meanwhile, he was everything wrong with her. He was so unfamiliar, pulling her away from everything she knew was safe and right, but at the same time he was everything she ever wanted. He offered her a sense of safety and security, she knew with him that he was the only thing that would ever be able to cause her harm in this world.

‘Where have you been, Anti?“ she choked out, tears filling her eyes, "where have you been for the past days?”

He knew that she didn’t really care where he had been, she just wanted to know why he was leaving her so often. This was one of the times she wanted him to lie to protect her from getting hurt, but he knew that there was a point where he just couldn’t do that anymore.

“I had a job, baby,” Anti’s voice was scratchy and like that of static, however it remained soft, “there was some work I had to take care of, some presences that I’ve had to meet up with. You know how the jobs can get…”

“I do know, but please just stop leaving me,” her voice was absolutely destroyed, for a moment it seemed to be holding up but suddenly it shattered like glass and she just began trembling violently, “I can’t keep living like this, Anti! I try so hard to get over you but then you come back in just when I think I’m getting better and then I just become this dependent mess and I just can’t fucking deal with it anymore!”

The girl was out of breath, her sentence dragging on so long that she had to pause before continuing. Of course, Anti was quick to respond, pushing her back from him while keeping his arms around her waist. He put a cold hand to her cheek, bright green eyes flickering like broken television screens as he tried to read his mess of a lover.

“Doll, breath,” he spoke, body seeming to shift out of place as he glitched in place. Anti seemed like nothing more than a nightmare, a computer virus-like demon that she had been so idiotic to fall in love with. His sweet talk and charm had lead her into a spider web of horror that he didn’t know he had spun.

Perhaps Anti had never meant anything of making her fall in love with him. He didn’t cause this, she had just blindly convinced herself that maybe she could change him for the better or teach the heartless how to love. How foolish, to think that anyone such as him could love her.

How foolish… to think anyone could love her.

“I don’t want to!” she spat back, too much on her mind to think of anything else, “I’m so helplessly in love with you and I can’t help but regret it, because I know you can’t love me back! I know you’re not capable of love, and I know it was fucking stupid of me to think that maybe I was different and maybe I could’ve changed you. I know that I’m no different from anyone that you’ve loved in the past, or maybe even if I am it’s just my unstable behavior. I’m so sorry for the shit I put you through because I just want you to love me back!”

The dark void that consumed the place where Anti’s heart throbbed, absorbing every word that had been thrown out at him. He felt powerless for once in his life, so completely broken down by the words of a hurting girl that he wanted nothing more than to protect.

Some long lost time ago in some long abandoned place, he made some long forgotten promise to a girl that he would protect her from all harm, not knowing that he was just shielding her from everything except for him.

He spoke her name, whispered it so softly and held her so gently so that he wouldn’t make her hurt anymore.

“I love you with all my piece of shit, fucked up heart.”

She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, didn’t breath, just stared off out the window and listened to the static that surrounded him. It all felt so heavy, this weight baring down on her that she had grown numb to feeling pressure against. The hands and arms tangling her in a cold embrace were barely there, just enough pressure that she knew he was there but not enough to ground her.

He waited for her to say anything, waited for her to say that she loved him too or that she was finally leaving him. He waited for her to scream and lash out. He waited for anything, he was prepared for anything other than the silence that followed his statement. The way it was left hanging in the air, not accepted or denied, it taunted him and he knew that she knew this too.

For he was ready for the words that would eventually pour out of her mouth, he was ready for them to tear him down and make him sob even though he hadn’t felt emotions in a long time. Everything about this silly girl he loved made him feel things he didn’t even know he could. Such guilt and sadness flowed through him when he saw the tears that he caused, but he never did anything about it. He knew sorry didn’t mean anything if he kept doing it, but he kept saying empty promises in a desperate attempt to keep his love safe from getting hurt by him.

However, in an attempt to put her back together he ended up breaking her down. He knew it was getting too late to undo the pain he’d caused, but he would try if she let him. Even a monster like himself couldn’t bear to see those he loved in pain, it was too much for him to handle. The thought of the emotions that would come was almost as terrifying as the lack of it.

Until that wall of silence broke, and his beloved looked him in the eyes with this broken expression. She was smiling, but it was going to shatter if he even took a breath. Despite no longer crying, she looked as if she would completely break down again if he moved a single inch. So he stayed still, kept his eyes locked against hers and just listened for once in his life. He didn’t make an effort to console her, just watched as she closed her mouth and opened it once more to speak.

“You could break my heart into a million tiny pieces and I would just put them back into your hands.”

He wished the silence would come back, because now everything was deafening. Her heartbeat was pounding, a steady thump-thump-thump that held the only rhythm in the mess of sound around him. Thunder crashed from outside as rain forcefully hit the window. His own sound of static was drowned out by the sound of both of their breathing.

Anti pressed his forehead to hers, feeling her legs go weak under her so he pulled her body ever closer to his own. Her eyes stayed on his, dilated pupil consuming every bit of light that radiated off of his body and reflecting the intense pain she was feeling.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, my love,” he whispered.

“But what if you do?” her voice betrayed her calm appearance.

“Teach me not to,” Anti pleaded, “please teach me how to keep you safe from myself.”

“I will,” she promised, blinking away tears, “if you promise me that you love me and won’t leave me.”

“I love you more all the stars in the sky, my love. I will never leave you again unless I have no choice, I promise you.”

“I love you too.”

17. “You were supposed to be my forever.”

Damon Salvatore x Reader

The tears forming in your eyes were clouding your vision. Your throat ached and your heart felt like it was breaking into a billion tiny pieces in your chest. The sobs were threatening to rip out from your mouth.

Damon watched as the woman he loved more than anything broke down in front of him.

He felt helpless.

He was the reason why you were crying.

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“Broken” (Chapter Eight)

So this chapter is difficult, but it ends in the best way I swear. Really showcases how good of a man and how good of an Alpha Tony really is in a way that Bucky just cant deny. It certainly isnt easy for me to write my Bucky-baby in pain, so be ready for your heart to break maybe a tiny bit. 

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Also, this is random, but I know alot of you are only on Tumblr if you are tagged, so if you missed my post about wanting to mail out christmas cards to you guys, check it HERE

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“Cap!” Sam pounded on their bedroom door before pushing it open. “Are you— oh sorry guys.” He stopped when he saw Bucky and Steve in bed and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well well napping in the middle of the day? What’s this about?”

“It isn’t anything.” Bucky grunted and lifted off of Steve, smoothing his right hand over Steve’s blond hair before moving to sit in his own bed. “Just wanted some peace and quiet. What are you doin,? We already ran this morning.”

“Alarm came in.” Sam said in answer, and Steve was jumping out of bed, grabbing his suit and heading to the bathroom to change.  “He still doesn’t like to change in front of people huh?”

“Nope.” Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes.”I bet he’s gotta do all sorts of wiggling to get into that tight thing. Nobody wants to see that.”

“Come on now!” Sam burst out laughing. “That’s an image I’m never gonna get out of my head!”

“Stop thinking about me getting dressed and let’s go.” Steve reappeared just that fast, opening the gun safe that held his shield and an assortment of other weapons. “We going or what?”

“Got that suit wiggle down quick doesn’t he?” Sam winked at Bucky and ducked when Steve pretended to throw his shield at him. “Calm down, golden boy, I was joking. Lets go.”

“Bucky.” Steve slid his shield onto his forearm and motioned for Bucky with his other hand. “I’ll let you know as soon as I can what’s going—“

“Steve.” Bucky interrupted. “You guys go do your superhero thing. I’m probably just going to sleep. You don’t need to check in on me, alright?”

“I’m nervous about leaving you alone.” He admitted and softened his voice. “It’s been months since we’ve been apart for more than a few hours.”

“I’m a big boy, Stevie.” Bucky smiled and bumped their noses together lightly. “Go save the world.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. “Okay, but if you need anything—“

“He’ll use the bat phone!” Sam interrupted loudly. “Now let’s go already!”

Steve ducked his head and kissed Bucky’s lips before heading out the door.

Sam looked Bucky up and down. “Can I kiss you too?”

“You wanna keep your lips, punk?” Bucky shot back, and Sam laughed all the way down the hallway.

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y’all so this is the start of my soulmate love square au which i started forever ago and never got around to finishing; i’m still considering whether i should or shouldn’t so if y’all have any thoughts on the matter they are more than welcome!!!


As far as the world knows, Marinette Dupain-Cheng doesn’t have a soulmate mark.

Which is ridiculous, because everyone has a soulmate mark. Not everyone ends up meeting their soulmate, of course, but that doesn’t mean their mark isn’t there. All people have a soulmate mark in their body.

It all starts the day she is born, when the doctors holding and inspecting her tiny, newborn body find it unblemished except for a patch of minuscule freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, a few of them even dusting her shoulders. Her parents, needless to say, worry upon being informed, but the happiness of seeing their long awaited daughter healthy and gurgling in their arms beats the worries of a distant future away for a few years.

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The division of L-Corp dedicated to charity and progress specifically aimed at improving the world is given a 55% budget increase and renamed the Spheer Outreach Initiative. The initiative creates thousands of jobs specifically aimed at homeless, released convicts, and others who struggle to stay afloat. They help alien and human refugees across the globe, they funnel money into local community projects to encourage self-sustaining economies. SOI helps train disaster relief workers and vastly improves the technologies used to fight global disasters.

And when they are awarded an Oslo Award for their humanitarian efforts abroad, CEO and noted humanitarian Lena Luthor will take the stage and deflect all praise from herself, thanking her employees who have worked tirelessly to make it happen, the community leaders and organizers who work every day to make their piece of the world a better place.

and finally, she’ll thank that wide-eyed twenty something she used to know, who could barely afford the garage he worked from let alone an actual lab, yet who still believed he had it in him to change the world. One of the dearest loves she ever had.

“He used to tell me his biggest fear was that he’d never get the chance to really make the world a better place,” she’ll say, and she’ll have to pause a moment to collect herself, “but I hope, wherever he might be, that he knows…,” her voice breaks, “that every good thing we do, every person we help… Every tiny step we take towards that brighter future we always dreamed about, all of these things are irrevocably linked to him. I wouldn’t be the person I am today had he not been in my life, and his heart and soul imbue our entire outreach initiative.

"I’d like to think he’s here, watching over us and mocking me for getting all weepy,” she earns a laugh from the audience while she swipes her eye, “but above all that, I’d like to say thank you, Jacky. We did it.”

And with that she leaves the stage to the echo of applause.

Archie x Reader: Daddy's Little Girl

Warnings: none
Requested: yes
A/N: fluff

*your POV*

I should’ve been sleeping. It was 3am and I couldn’t sleep due to the enormous bump on the front of me. Baby Andrews was 41 weeks and I was sure to pop at any moment and my stomach was so big it made me unable to sleep. I looked to my side to see Archie sleeping peacefully. I groaned and shifted to the left a little bit, wishing the days of sleeping on my stomach were still here. Suddenly, I felt a faint wetness between my legs.

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anonymous asked:

I had this sudden idea , i dont really headcanon it but it seemed interesting to me , what if lance is adopted, its not really likely but maybe thats why he cherishes his family, i mean its not likely but it seems interesting,

[fandom exists to enjoy things - seriously, it doesn’t matter how likely an idea is to be canon, you are here to explore things and play with the characters you’ve come to know and love. so never hesitate to send us an ask, no matter how (un)likely it seems to be, we’re open for everything^^]

MOVING ON TO THE ACTUAL ASK,,,, THIS BREAKS MY HEART??? WOW. W O W.

Imagine tiny, 3 years old Lance in an orphanage with next to no memories of his real parents. And he’s getting along fine with the other kids, he isn’t the most popular but not the most unpopular either, but he doesn’t have real friends. Sure, there is always someone to hang out and have fun with, but no one he can come to when he’s crying over the hurt bird he found in the backyard. Crying is looked down upon - everyone has a hard life, so what business does he have crying about anything? Learn to grow up.

So young Lance learns. He learns to smile and tease and be happy and outgoing. He learns to be confident and radiate positive energy because that’s what makes people want to stick around. When he is 7 years old, he knows how to be a “cool kid”.

A year later he gets put into a foster family. A foster family with lots of other children, all older than him. They are happy and outgoing and touchy and love to hang out with him. 

[Once, just once he tested how far this love would go: he pretended to have a stomachache. His foster parents were so worried for him that they forbade him to go to school, his siblings brought him crackers and kept him company in his room while he ‘rested to get better’. His grandma went out and bought new medicine, ‘just in case it might get worse’. For Lance, it was heaven - he thought that these people might really become “family”. People that maybe, one day, he could share secrets with and depend on.]

The first time he cries is when he gets adopted into the family. He is 10 years old then; he is 10 years old and loved and knows that these people want him. 

When his family sees him crying, their reaction is not the friendly teasing he anticipates. It’s shocked faces and hugs and reassurances and, finally, laughter when he admits that he is just so happy that he couldn’t help himself. He gets his hair ruffled and arms arounds his shoulders - and when they take their picture with a “612 days in foster care: now we are one family” shield held up by him and his siblings, he later discovers that he wasn’t the only one that had tears in his eyes.

They move to the US. The first months are harsh; he has learned some English in school but it wasn’t nearly enough to keep up with the kids over here. And the first time he cries because of insults getting hurled his way, his mother comes and envelops him in a hug.

A hug.

No one laughs about his tears anymore. No one puts their image above anyone’s feelings and for the first time Lance really understands what it means to have a family. He vows to protect them all and help them in any way he can. He cooks with his mom; he talks about planes with his dad; he knits with his grandma; he does face masks with his sister; he learns how to play soccer with his brother. Once a week, they all go swimming together - they all miss the ocean. They all miss their home in Cuba.

When a few years later the topic of adoption comes up again, Lance is the first one to say “yes”. His parents look at him in surprise and for the first time ever he really tells everyone how much becoming part of their family means to him. It’s an emotional event and more than one of them ends up crying. But it’s okay: it’s okay because crying is not a bad thing here, they are family, they are each other’s support, they have hugs and shoulder pats and cuddle piles. It’s okay.

A few months later, they adopt two new children. Lance is happy and proud and makes sure to be the best big brother anyone could ever ask for. He teaches them how to tie their shoes, how to sneak out of the house, how to whistle and how to properly throw a ball. 

Not even a month later, he goes on a school trip to a planetarium. It’s when he realizes that he wants to become a pilot - he wants to reach for the stars. He wants to fly and reach for the stars and be free of judgement. He wants to fly and have a home to come back to.

When he excitedly tells his family about it, they cheer for him and support him. They help him look for programs to get into flight schools, his father lends him all the plane magazines he has, they buy glow-in-the-dark paint and paint his bedroom ceiling. They help him with his grades to get him into the Garrison flight program and when he gets accepted, they have a huge celebration party in his honor.

He never forgets the picture they made at the airport, all together, waving him goodbye.

[He misses their hugs.]

[He misses their hugs just like he misses the ocean.]

[He misses their hugs, he misses the ocean, he misses home - but over time he comes to realize that he has found a new family. A smaller one than before but one that’s just as lively, just as fun. He still misses them, of course; but this new family makes the distance between them much more bearable.]


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