Sunday Chill…..Relaxing enjoying the rays of sun…. Tomorrow is a brand new day, forget about the troubles of yesterday and make it a great start…You own your destiny…no one but you determines your outcome..Happy Sunday Folks :)
Lena’s about to do something sinister and Supergirl was there to stop her and she’ll be like..
“Why are you doing this?”
Lena: “I do good things and people judge me anyway. So whats the point of trying?”
Kara: “You are not your brother nor your mother.”
Lena: “But Im a Luthor.”
Kara: “You are, but your name doesnt dictate who you are. And it doesnt determine your destiny.”
Lena: “Then who am I Supergirl? Cause for what Ive been thru lately, it sure feels like hell to me. And so I guess if anyone already think Im the villain of this story then so be it.”
Then Kara will suddenly wrap her arms around her and Lena will try hard to scream and push her away.
She took all the beating and seems poised to fall but Kara never let go. Until the screaming slowly died down, until the shoving stops. Until Lena’s head was rested on Kara’s chest. Her shoulders shaking as her tears stains its emblem.
And when she was done she look up and said
“Why do you believe in me so much.”
And Kara’s be like…
“Cause I know that people do some bad things from time to time, but it doesnt make them a bad person. And you Lena… Are a good person to me.”
Remember when you thought you had soiled everything? You looked at the broken pieces, and you swore there was no way you could ever pick them up. That wasn't so, was it? They reassembled. Maybe they didn't look the same, but they were damn beautiful, weren't they?
You know there's so much inside of you that you have yet to acknowledge. You know there's sides to every situation, and things that have yet to happen that you have not yet encountered. It's amazing how far some patience can go. So drop your guard my friend, if only for a few short hours, and watch things shift into a more comfortable place almost immediately.
Sometimes the sound of your own voice can get tiring, don't you think? Your thoughts are beautiful, they're worthy of more than the world could offer. But so are the thoughts of others. Take time to pause, open up your ears and listen. Pay attention to all the souls you may encounter, all the formerly closed and locked doors that are beginning to open.
You love to serve, so serve yourself. It may seem you go unappreciated. This is not so. You are driven by empathy for others, so stop being so hard on yourself. Show the most important person in your life the most empathy- yourself. Show you that you care, and do not for once feel obligated to apologize for it.
Life is indeed a carousel, and the directions away and change. However, there are a few major differences. Not everything is a continuous circle. To put it simply, there are things that do not hold generic patterns. Please don't expect things to be the same every time. Things will become different, which means they will just have to get better.
There are always going to be places you can't immediately visit, people you can't immediately see, and visions you can't immediately interpret. But that's the beauty of life. It's okay to want to manage your fate and determine your own destiny, but sometimes you just need to sit back and cross that bridge when it's necessary. To just admire the pieces, wherever they may land.
You do not have to watch them spit and scream and cause your seemingly endless migraine. Prove them wrong. It's okay. You know how. You have that power to stand up and tell them they don't scare you, and you know you do. It doesn't have to stay latent inside you.
The demons that have chosen your mind to call home can be driven out in whichever way you choose. You are not their victim. You are a person with a full identity and a right to that identity, and those voices can not control you if you do not allow them to. You are not required to feel awful.
Chances are the same as luck in some scenarios. If you take a risk and fall flat and scrape your skin, it could very well be a wrong place wrong time dynamic. But if there's a wrong place and a wrong time, all that means is there has to be a right place and a right time.
Go outside and take a walk. Don't worry about what time it is, or who might be calling for you, or why you're even doing it. You need to understand that life was meant to be a boat ride at times, that there are instances nothing matters except for you and how you feel.
To boast, to brag, to glorify. Doing these things on occasion does not make you arrogant, rather it amplifies self love. If you would like to detail your accomplishments to others, do not hesitate. Go on. Show them how proud you are of you.
Putting the bottle down, or waking up, or going out and seeing people you love should not feel like chores. Sometimes it takes a little practice to get back into the swing of things, but at this given moment, it is essential. There is a world outside that is so very incomplete without you. Your friends want to see you. Go, and smile.
I learned that who doesn’t look for you, doesn’t miss you and who doesn’t miss you doesn’t care for you. And that destiny determines who enters your life but you decide who stays. That the truth hurts only once and a lie every time you remember it. There are three things in life that leave and never return: words, time and opportunities. Therefore, value whoever values you and don’t treat as a priority whoever treats you as an option.
do a “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” with ashton
“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” He humourlessly laughed, tugging at his blonde roots, pacing the confined area of the washroom he dragged you into backstage at the Teen Choice Awards.
You both were up for an award tonight, Ashton winning his as you came to congratulate him backstage, still trying to maintain a civil relationship despite the breakup.
Cameras were flashing as you gave him a quick hug before going to the rest of the boys, the cameramen attempting to capture any moment they could between you and Ashton.
Moving farther away from the chaos, he dragged you into a washroom, glancing around him a few times before he came in after you, trying to be discreet but probably failing miserably.
You let out a sigh, smoothing down your tight red body dress as he positioned himself in front of you, looking gorgeous as ever. But you were in the prime of your career, and right now, your career was your focus. You were always an ambitious person, determined to take destiny into your own hands and create what you wanted for yourself. Of course, Ashton didn’t take that too well.
“Ashton.” You let out a huff, looking into his eyes. “You’re making it sound like I never felt anything for you.”
“Well that’s what it feels like Y/N.” He harshly spoke, making you roll your eyes at his words.
“I loved you okay! I still fucking do, but right now isn’t the time for us okay?” You whispered, trying not to be too loud in case anyone outside heard your conversation.
“Okay so what I’m getting from you right now is that you want me, but 5 years from now. When you’ve established yourself in this industry properly, am I right?” He crossed his arms in front of him, your look turning from fire to sorrow within a second.
He looked hurt, broken. And you knew you were the cause of it.
“No that’s not what I mean-”
“And what, you expect me to just wait for you? Sit around and act like I love you?” Your heart ripped at his words, tears stinging your eyes as you tried to hold it in.
Now was not the time for this.
“I have to go.” You muttered, pushing past him and leaving the washroom, making sure no one saw you as you kept your head down and walked out to watch the rest of the award ceremony.
Ashton leaned his forehead on the door as you closed it behind you, letting out a heavy breath as he let you get away, again. But he couldn’t wait for you anymore. He wanted you now.
But clearly you made your choice already. Guess he knew what your priorities were now….
She’s afraid. Strange voices in the darkness jeer and gibe– ‘we forgot you and moved backward.’ Too many, too loud, mixed with a mind given to misgiving, magnifying the menace. She’s afraid; pride has taken power tonight, and the demon walks outside of dreams.
He cries out in the silence, sharp wailing of a wounded soul, staggered unsteady in a body that feels wrong. Fear won tonight, a demon dragging out of the deep, fear of difference and divergence, divisive, destructive. Will the fear find me? Will I be alone when it does?
She wants to fight. Rage watches, eager, awaiting the explosion. They said I don’t matter. They’re wrong. They’ll see. They’ll learn. I won’t lie down like a dog. The anger burns like a forest blaze, sets her trembling at the fingertips. I will destroy what tries to destroy me. And rage smiles.
Stop. Breathe. Be. We’re better than these demons.
We won’t falter before the fear. Pride has no purchase. Rage wants to burn mindless, lay waste wildly…
You’re alive. Not alone. For every face full of fear, heart full of hate, there’s compassion, courage, closeness. Cling to it, keep climbing, fight but without fear, without fury. Be better than blindness, stronger than spite, soft against the sharpness. The sun rises and the world wakes, breath and heartbeat still steady.
The demons drag you in the darkness, but the dawn will come. They don’t determine your destiny.
Growing up as a pony means having your destiny magically determined for you by a life-long image on your butt. Whatever that image comes to be, whether it’s a thumb tack or an inexplicable desert island, will be the one thing you’re truly good at above all else. For this reason it’s both a rite of adulthood and a kind of hazing ritual to gain and celebrate the cutie mark. Most children are afflicted at a very young age, but continue going to school anyway in spite of being imbued with all knowledge related to their craft by sorcery.