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Michael “Aziraphale and Crowley is a love story” Sheen and Oscar “Poe and Finn are boyfriends” Isaac are one and the same energies and exactly what we should bring to the new year.

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She-Ra characters:

Me:

#she ra spoilers #she ra s4 #she ra #she ra mara #catra #scorpias moms are beautiful what the heck #im so gay #i love all of them but i only got to save this pics im sorry entaptra #i love fictional ladies #she ra adora

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HA-HA I KNEW IT

#she ra #she ra s4 #she ra spoilers #king micah #yeeteth

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this scene

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Wanna see the stupidest thing that made me laugh today

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I fucking love her.

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Anti anxiety.

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Farewell online privacy

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Happiness Will Come To You.

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You can only reblog this today.

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y’all

a mutual of mine

suddenly has posts on their blog

with links to “find women to have sex with”

my mutual is NOT POSTING THESE

tumblr just got even worse

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So I got this ad on youtube...

It’s for U.S. Cellular, specifically advertising how great their streaming service is. You can even , the guy in the ad says, stream hours of grass mowing.

And I go… “wait a minute…that sounds weird…why hasn’t this ad ended yet?”

And I look at the bottom. 

the ad is seven hours long.

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For Jonghyun 🌹

[Heavy Trigger Warning]

I never had the courage to write this until now - although clear headedness could be debated in my current state and this is written over a period of four days.

It’s been seven months and thirteen days. And I am still in pain.

Seven months and thirteen days ago, a part of my world shattered. The skies blackened, food was unsatisfying, sleep was forgotten. My mind retreated in on itself, undoing all of the progress I had made.

On that day, I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. I sat in my first class of the day not paying attention and just… thinking. About the end. About the train tracks opposite the college campus. And how best to get there without my friends knowing or following.

The boys on the other side of the classroom are joking around, some are working, some are listening to music. My two close friends, the only other females in class, are chatting away and giggling, exchanging stories of their boyfriend’s habits. The teacher sips his coffee and rubs his temples, setting out his timetables on the computer screen.

And there I sit, in the middle of it all, on the verge of tears, every inch of me hurting, burning, freezing - in complete agony. My scars are irritating and my eyes are watering.

And my mind is on the train tracks… and when the class will end.

Then I receive the notification. Too shocked and in pain the believe it, I dismiss it and put my phone away… until it’s eaten at me so much that I no longer care for the train tracks.

I send a tweet of good luck, I leave an instagram message of sympathy… and then the confirmation comes through…

…and all the pain in my body disappears.

It is replaced with what seems like nothing, what feels like nothing. A numbness. An emptiness. Not even sadness or anger. Confusion.

I can no longer hear what is happening around me. I no longer care.

What happened next was completely automatic. My friend asked why I hadn’t moved when class ended and as if nothing had happened at all, I looked up with a smile and simply replied, “Sorry, I got a bit distracted. Someone died, that’s all.”

“that’s all”

I look back at it now and realise how far gone I was, and how close I was to doing the unthinkable, to the point of hinting that behaviour in front of my friends.

For three weeks I was an empty husk. Emotionless, careless, a zombie. Everyone noticed. But I didn’t care.

He’d gone. On the same day I was to do the exact same. I was a broken void of a human.

I cried every night, only sleeping when I’d exhausted myself at 4am and then waking not an hour later because of the nightmares.

Whenever I caved into my head I would hear his voice, and the sudden desire to rip my heart out returned.

And I know what you’re thinking. He was my first, my bias, my love, my sun and stars and moon - this was how every fangirl and boy and person felt.

No.

SHINee was my first, yes. But Taemin was, and still is, my bias. Jonghyun was the first to catch my eye, or ear if you will. His voice captured me because, at first, I didn’t think it matched him. The rough look, the spiky hair, the toned muscles - there was no way the voice of angel could come from a wolf such as him. And yet it did.

As the group grew, so did I, and I explored them more and more. Taemin - forever my bias, my sun and stars and moon, my love, my fantasy. But Jonghyun remained in my mind.

Not in a “bias-wrecker” way. Not in an idolising way. Not in a sexual way. Not in a way that most people feel when they pick their bias.

I never saw him as “husband material”. I never wanted to date him. I never wondered what it would be like to kiss him, or wake up next to him, or hold his hand.

I saw him as my mirror image. And I wondered what it would be like to write music together, to dance together, to talk long into the night under a blanket with hot tea. To be his rock when he cried. And to cry in his arms.

Despite his bright, bubbly and energetic mask, I could always sense a sadness underneath it all. I noticed that some of his actions or tones mimicked mine when I was feeling at my lowest. And in a way, and this is going to sound crazy, I felt his pain. And we were in it together.

I adore his music. I know all of the songs. The first time I placed my hand on a keyboard was the time that I managed to find the opening melody of ‘Lonely’ after an hour of figuring out the keys.

Whenever I felt happy, I would play his music. Whenever I felt sad, I would listen to his voice. That one time I returned from college in tears about nothing and locked myself in my room, reaching for the scissors to slice my arms because nothing would give me relief… I managed to stop, thinking to myself, “He wouldn’t want this.” And so I found relief in his music, and singing duets with him.

When he left? I couldn’t find it within myself to play his music. I couldn’t look at a photo. I couldn’t even hear or read his name. Because it was all a reminder of the part of me that left. The part of me that fought and lost. The part of me that took my place in the sky.

Since then, whenever my counsellor asked me who I’d trade my life for if I could, and that they’d be happy, I’ve always answered, him. And I always will answer, him. Because having him back would bring so much to the world. And losing me would be nothing in comparison.

This is the man who convinced me to keep writing music. This is the man who persuaded me to pick up my violin again. This is the man that stands up for equality. This is the man that is the greatest singer-songwriter of our time. This is the man, so pure of soul and kind of heart and wise of mind that just one word makes people listen.

I cannot stress enough, and there are not enough words to describe, how much he means to me.

Here comes the worst part. The part that I shouldn’t be thinking. The part that my demons keep telling me. The part that hurt so much, and continues to do so.

In a small part of my mind, I blame myself for his death.

Perhaps if I’d have listened to my body and gone to sleep that night, I would have woken up feeling fresher and happier and I wouldn’t have been contemplating ending it all. And then, maybe, he’d still be here.

Perhaps if I’d auditioned for SM three months prior like I was going to before the demons got in the way, I could have met him and told him that everything would be okay. Maybe that reassurance would be all that he needed.

Perhaps if I’d have recorded the cover and duet with his recorded voice like I’d intended to, he would have seen it and would have been reminded of how much he inspired hopeless people like me.

Perhaps in a different universe he’s still alive.

I know it’s stupid. I know it’s crazy. I know that it’s impossible. But the demons keep poking me with it when I least expect it. The whispery voices saying “It’s your fault.” “You did it.” “You could have helped.” “But you didn’t.” …they resurface when I least expect it and they won’t go away.

But enough of my pointless rambling. You don’t want to read that anymore.

Jonghyun, dearest, wherever you may be now, I hope you are at peace.

The pain you suffered in your life, you did not deserve. I would have taken your pain as my own if I could.

So pure, kind, and innocent. So wise, mature, and inspiring. So clever, skilled, and talented. So strong.

You meant the world to me; you still do. Despite us never meeting, you are my brother, my twin, my mirror image. We suffered the same, yet something completely different at the same time. We grew together, we laughed together, we sang together, we cried together.

This cold, cruel world that you left behind will forever remember you for what you created. We will worship you as a god of your craft - the best of the best, never to be beaten.

For a lot of us, we have recovered from our grief and have returned to our lives, continuing to support your brothers in their adventure as they continue to grow and nurture what you created.

However, for a few of us we are still mourning. For some it is still difficult to hear your voice, some find it painful to speak your name, some still haven’t returned to your music as of yet.

And again, most of us will move on and harbour the happiness you left. But, if for no one else, I may not ever stop clinging to the memories I have, and the pain may not ever stop.

But I hope you can rest assured, I won’t let anyone suffer like you did. No living, breathing thing deserves that. I won’t stand by while the demons try to take more innocent lives.

With you in my heart I will fight for as many as I can. And, if you really are watching, I ask that you lend me your strength to do so.

You will forever live on in memory.

Our shining star.

Our delicate flower.

Our precious angel.

~M

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Ikuya’s Eyes.💞💕💖💗

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Batfamily as things my family said on vacation

**Packing** Stephanie: “Are my slutty heels at home?” Barbara: “Which slutty ones? You have to be more specific.”

**Driving to the airport in a silent car at 3am** Jason: “When I die, I hope it’s quickly. Like on impact.” Dick: “I was thinking in my sleep, but okay.”

**Wheeling luggage through the crowded airport at 4am** Tim: **half-asleep** “My shirt is inside out AND on backwards.”

**After seeing a lot of children on their flight** Jason: “Guess this flight is coming with a complimentary nap…chloroform.”

**Tim trying to figure out what direction their flying in** Tim: **still half-asleep** “Where is Fort Lauderdale on a map?” Bruce: “Above Miami”  Tim: “Ohhh…where is Miami on a map?”

**On the cruise ship and looking out at the open ocean** Jason: “Do you know what’s out there?” All the kids in sync: “Megalodon.”

Damian: “We’re in international waters now, I could murder you and no one would find your body.”

Stephanie: **Near tears** “A part of me will always be on Saint Kitts.” Cassandra: “For fuck’s sake, you lost your sunglasses in the ocean, not your virginity.”

Damian: “Islands that have two names attached to it—like Saint Kitts and Nevis or Turks and Caicos—the first one is always fantastic but the second one is always worthless.” Jason: “Kind of like Jason and Damian.” Damian: “International waters, Jason. Don’t push your luck.”

**Gazing down the side of the ship to the open ocean below** Dick: “How deep do you think it is here?” Tim: “How deep does the ship go?” Bruce: “30 feet” Tim: “At least 31 feet then” Jason: **Sitting in a lawn chair drinking a strawberry daiquiri** “He ain’t wrong.”  Barbara and Stephanie: **Cheers drink with Jason**

Stephanie: “How long do you think this ship is?” Barbara: “At least fifteen Meglodons.” Bruce: “What’s with this family and measuring things in Meglodons?” Stephanie: “It’s scientifically accurate.”

**Jason coming back to the room after being missing for an hour** Dick: “Where have you been? You said you were just going to the bathroom.” Jason: **Holding two strawberry daiquiris** “I caught two employees hooking up in the theater bathroom so I decided to treat myself.” **Takes a sip from both straws at the same time**