#let there belight

[parsonalhideout]

Another day

Full of Screams and shouts and chaos all around

He was asked- will you marry her?

He simply said family disapproves

He did not say no...but indirect was his reply

He only had to assure

But he did not utter a single word

He is stressed too,so am I...

Is he emotionally filling the relationship gap?? Makes me question ❓ isn't it betrayal??

Still waiting him to answer atleast something...

Drop by drop he is drawing away every bit of hope

#heartbreak #spilled heart #heart break #heart been broke so many times #i'm broke #betruetoyourself #i've been betrayed #hopeful #let there belight #mental health #mental wellbeing

[klutzyroses]

Hi bby can i have a request about ike/vamp boys withe a s/o who has an ocean eyes like gojo satoru but her personality is opposite like she's calm/shy/respectful?

Anyway i really like your writing. have a good day/night💞

Gojo has beautiful eyes, doesn't he?👀

IkeVamp HCs: SO with Ocean Eyes

How would react to an s/o eyes like the ocean?

Suitors: Vincent, Theo, Vlad, Charles

Vincent

Vincent was an artist. And as such, he is used to seeing beautiful things, even finding beauty in the dreary.

But Y/n? She was a whole other level of beauty. He felt as though he could dive right into her luminous sparkling blue and sink into its depths. She was so stunning, he could spend hours staring into her eyes, contemplating their color, the different shades, how the sun and moon reflect off them.

He isn't when sure he even has the colors to replicate those marvelous irises in a painting, but he is going to try, trust and believe.

He couldn't get enough of her, especially her timid, soft-hearted nature, made her all the more wondrous. Like the calming sea of her eyes reflected the gentle soul behind them.

Y/N has his whole heart with her beautiful ocean eyes and her tender disposition.

Theo

Not alot of things can take his breath away, especially not women but...Y/N was a different specimen entirely.

From the first time they locked eyes, he fell into the rippling waves, sinking willingly into them, drowning without complaint.

How they sparkle and shimmer like the surface of clear water, just above the shy rosy blush on her cheeks as she diverts her gaze from his.

He often finds himself looking into the eyes of his hondje, uncaring of whether or not she was embarrassed, because she was much too gorgeous to look elsewhere.

He would tell her just how breathtaking she was, just to see those resplendent irises widen and those pretty cheeks gloss over with an embarrassed red.

Vlad

The man has been alive for a very long time. A very long time. And still he has beheld such beautiful eyes.

It's almost fated. He, with eyes so red, the blooming roses are put to shame, while she, his beloved, outshines the blue sky just by blinking alone.

Framed with her long lashes, her glimmering orbs peer up him shyly as she timidly asks him for his attention, making her even more endearing to him, if possible.

He could spend days just thinking about his fair flower with her soft, serene smile as her luminous eyes reflect the sun, sparkling as though stars have appeared in the morning sky.

He finds himself taking her face in his hands, making sure she was focused only on him, smiling tenderly as the shy beauty stared at him in adorable confusion. He just wants to gaze at her all day, letting her brilliant eyes capture him in their lucelence.

Charles

He could not believe how lucky he was. Not only was his lovely girl the cutest he ever seen, but her polite, reserved demeanor made her all the more desirable.

He could simply gush forever about her beauty, how her eyes capture him and he never wants to look away. It gets better when his belle covers her pretty face in embarrassment.

He could almost swear that she could belight an entire room with just a bat of her lashes, they practically glow in the dark really. To him, she is absolutely magical.

He could randomly ask her to look over at him, just so he can see that sparkling blue focus on him, causing him to fall all over again, into the sea of her eyes, and into his love for her, as though it was the first time.

He will press kisses to her cheeks over and over, just to see her flustered face and her soft voice raised a pitch from the embarrassment. He just loves her so, so much, his beautiful blue sky.

🌸

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp charles #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikevamp headcanons

[ainyan]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch (who is still not an anxious sampson sandwich, much to my dismay). I already posted a WIP like 5 minutes before they tagged me - but I might as well do another.

Here's the WIP that inspired this picture post.

From the ShB arc of my post-HW AU:

She was finally alone. Even Ardbert had faded off into wherever he went when he wasn’t haunting her, leaving behind half a basket of sandwiches and a silence that no amount of ambient noise seemed to fill. Too restless to rest despite the commandment to do so, she paced to the window and crawled up on the sill, leaning against the rail to gaze out over the forest beyond the city.

Since she’d come to this belighted world, she’d had little time for introspection. She’d hit the ground running and never looked back, never stopped to breathe. It was easier, she had to admit to the stars shining above, to not stop. To not breathe. To not think. To not think about…

To not think about what she had lost. To not think about who she had lost.

The splash of dampness against the back of her hand startled her and she looked down to see the splatter of water where her tear had splattered upon her skin. A second followed before she reined her emotions under control and sucked back those that might have come after.

She had no time or tears to waste any longer. The fate of a world was at stake. The fate of two worlds.

The fate of her heart was no longer a consideration.

Resolute, she turned away from the window towards her bed, determined at least to attempt to follow orders, to attempt to rest. She could not deny the need; her body ached, her aether was thin and flickering, and her heart….

There her thoughts skittered to a stop. Enough.

As she crossed the floor towards the bed, there sounded a knock at her door. She paused midstep, staring towards it, more than half-tempted to simply ignore it. They had bade her rest, why not let her fucking rest?

Recognizing the petulance and knowing its cause, she gritted her teeth and altered her path to the door. Whoever stood on the other side of it did not deserve her ire; any who would interrupt her well-earned rest would only do so with the most dire of intentions, of that she was certain.

Reaching out, she twisted the handle and drew the door open. “And what, pray tell,” she began crossly, “has befallen the world this…” Lifting her eyes, she trailed off, the words stuck in her throat.

No emotion curved that wide, strong mouth. No feelings flickered in those pale citrine eyes. His handsome face lacked all expression, and it was harder than she liked to school her own to the same stoniness. “May we speak?”

Without a word, without a sound, she backed away from the door, her fingers trailing from the handle as she turned away, leaving him free to enter at her back. “If you have aught to say, say it,” she replied, her voice even. 

She could not look at him; she did not need to. The sight of him in her doorway was branded into her mind’s eye. Tall, all golden skin and silver hair encased in tight black pants and a black tank that showed off new scars and more besides - a fall of ink from shoulder to wrist that she did not remember from before.

And she would have remembered it - yes. She would never have forgotten those thick black lines etched indelibly into that pale skin, like echoes of her own scales. Her fingers itched to touch them, to trace them - her tongue itched to taste them.

She bit down hard upon the one offender, and curled the others into a tight fist, controlling herself with no little effort. Instead, she returned to the window and gazed blindly up at the stars, seeing nothing. As she waited, she could hear him moving, felt the vibration of his footsteps across the floor - then felt the heat of him at her back and squeezed her eyes shut. He stood behind her, silent for a brace of heartbeats, then sighed. His breath ruffled her hair. “I’m sorry. I never realized how hard this would be.”

Her heart cracked and bled anew. “Just say your piece and be done with it, Thancred,” she said evenly. “Rip the bandage clear.”

Rip the bandage clear. He pressed his fingertips to his breast and gazed down at the small, stiff figure standing before him, steadfastly gazing away. “Very well,” he said. “I’m sorry.” He watched her shoulders round and fisted his hands to keep from touching her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived, and I’m sorry I couldn’t come back before now.”

She listened to him, but his words were a faint buzzing in her ears. This wasn’t what she’d expected. “You had a duty,” she said weakly. “You had something far more important to do.”

“I would argue,” he said softly, “about the more important - but yes.” He sighed and rubbed his hands together, skimming his thumbs over calloused knuckles. “I had a duty. I still do, but fortunately, events have ensured that I can do my duty to her and stay by your side.”

Her hands flexed open and she reached out and deliberately wrapped them about the railing on the balcony. “Thancred, I… I don’t expect…”

He did reach out then, and as his hands closed lightly over her shoulders, she stiffened and fell silent. “I know that for me it has been five years, Kali,” he said gently, “but five minutes or moons or years, it makes no difference in that which is between you and I.” He heard her breath catch, and when it started again, it was shallow and halting. “But,” he sighed, “‘tis as I figured. You…”

With a soft cry, she tore out from beneath his hands, then whirled before he could complete that sentence, flinging herself at him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He made a soft noise and closed his arms around her, slouching until he could rest his forehead against her own. Lavender-edged eyes met citrine across the scant ilms. “I missed you,” she hiccuped at him.

His eyes widened, then he fell to his knees before her, forcing her arms away as he wrapped his own tightly about her waist. His head fell back, citrine eyes wide and a little wild as he gazed up into her startled face. "Five years, I waited. I yearned." He rested his forehead against her stomach and inhaled the cool, crisp scent of her. Her fingers slid through his silver hair, soothing. "Gods, Kali. Five years, I missed you."

Tagging... hmm. @draculas-husband, and @eorzeashan, and @irisopranta... and @kaerwyn-silvermoon. <3

#wip wednesday #tagged #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #post-heavensward au #wol x thancred #wolcred

[gomab11]

I am the light bearer. Bringer of knowledge and illumination. I am the torch bearer. I burn away all illusion. Truth bearer, I courageously face every encounter. I am the deliverer of conscious thought. Erected from subconscious culture, cultivated from experience. I am light. Light as a feather. I move righteously and in integrity! My feet are guided on the path of the stars. The stars are the present brought forth from the past. Reformation of the past will carry our stars into the future. Let them play. Let them guide! Let them shine! #StarSeed #SpiritJump #LifeWater #UnchurchMe #Khesu #WalkinClosetWork #betrue2you #BeLight #Be #Family #Spiritual #psychic https://www.instagram.com/p/CnzyNHWugMs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#starseed #spiritjump #lifewater #unchurchme #khesu #walkinclosetwork #betrue2you #belight #be #family #spiritual #psychic

[travelingkai]

There is nothing harder than the process of growth. When you are literally brought to your knees and desperate to change because you cant live the way you have been any longer. It’s been one of the greatest processes of my life. I can physically and mentally feel myself getting better. I feel more whole. More alive. More secure. More ready for what life has to offer. But something that I have been avoiding for years is making amends. Reaching out to the people i have hurt, telling them that I was wrong. That i apologize for the pain i caused and the things i did. For a long time I didnt think this was completely necessary. If I just make things right between God and myself then the guilt that i was carrying would magically go away. Maybe if I write them a private apology in my journal then the guilt would leave my heart. I didn’t need to apologize directly because I’m not that person anymore and I would never hurt anyone in those ways ever again. It seemed like the pain of bringing back up old memories would be too much to bear and my apology wouldn’t be received well; especially since so much time has passed. My ego did not want me to revisit the past in fear that it would make me look bad and feel even more less than I already felt. Maybe I could bare this weight for the rest of my life. There is just no way I could apologize for things I am trying to recover from right now, i would be going backwards-too much time has passed. To be painfully honest my friends, I was just making excuses. My thinking was filled with my own selfishness and pride. Neighnor, there is no moving forward if you do not make amends to the people you have hurt. An apology awakens and heals the soul and the soul you are apologizing to, even if a lot of time has passed. Doing this was my biggest fear, it was like I was finally taking off the mask I have been hiding behind. Leaving my comfort zone and putting all of my trust into something greater. How the person receives the amend is out of your control and that’s comforting. You have no control over how people react, but when it is done you know you did the right thing, so honestly their reaction doesn’t even pertain to you. It’s the most liberating, freeing, beautiful, cluster of emotions I have ever felt. It was like a balloon deflated in my chest. I feel like a whole new possibility of life has opened up, i can now truly move forward and change the world. I encourage you to find the strength to connect to yourself, your inner being (face the hard stuff). Over time you will naturally want a better life for yourself and everything will happen in perfect timing. You are loved. You are enough. You have a divine power that lives in you and is ready to change your life. I am writing my story right beside you, big hugs my friend.

#change #new blog #lets talk #self healing #passion #transformation #blackgirlmagic #amends #blogger #itsokaynottobeokay #youareenough #beautiful #movingforward #bekind #belight #vulnerability #recovery #vintage

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Right Here On The Ground

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Of course, those voices would be extra loud that morning.

Of all days, they had to creep and hiss from the corners of the room she couldn’t see with her head pressed against the warm, firm chest beneath her. Violent threats and cries that she couldn’t escape the inevitable forever in that soft woman’s voice tinged with ice. Heated remarks in the male’s growl that she wasn’t supposed to be there, that she was due for greater things, that she shouldn’t run from him anymore. And both eventually snarling the words that would make her skin break out in goosebumps regardless of the warm hands running gently down her arms and back - that she was supposed to be dead like him if it weren’t for them, that she owed her life to them and her body in turn, that they could give her him if she just did what she was made for.

Jo wished desperately her brain and mouth could connect and hiss just as sharply back that she was where she was supposed to be and her life was as full as it ever needed to be in the warm embrace and those soft, warm soothing words that brushed through her hair and the heavy thump of heart against her ear, but today? Those words even if they had formed felt harder to think and push back against them. Today it felt like she had forsaken more than just some twisted plan of a crazed goddess and her peon. Today it felt like she was continuing to reject a chance at having him back in her life.

Tears pricked the edge of her eyes as the warm touch of Grey’s hands stroked through her hair gently, and blinking rapidly to clear them, Jo endured the time until her lips and hands and the rest of her finally returned to her own control as those voices receded and her real morning could start. Lifting a hand to rub at them, wiping the wetness away with a tiny yawn and under the pretense of wiping the crumbs of sleep away from her eyes, Jo tilted her head up to look towards her warm, breathing pillow with as much of a smile as she could manage that day of all days.

“Mornin’ hun.” She croaked the words out softly, desperate not to break the spell that came from the soft morning light creeping through the window and the way those blue eyes were always so alert and concerned but overflowing with love in a morning. If she spoke too loud, maybe the magic would break or the fall would drop out from under her feet. “Didja get any sleep ‘t all?”

“How could I sleep when I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms?” Grey’s voice was equally quiet, the gentlest of words washing over her as he moved his hands to wrap around her and pull her gently up the bed towards him, hugging her tightly.

“You’re bein’ ridiculous.”

“Not so at all, pretty one. Did you.. sleep well?”

“I always do with you by my side, hun.”

“Well then, that’s all I need to hear to have had a good night’s rest.”

Jo felt a tiny laugh on the tip of her tongue and about to fall from her lips when she realized just how much she’d usually be doing that in the time she spent wrapped up in his arms. And just how much she couldn’t bring herself to today of all days.

Swallowing the sound in her throat with a harsh gulp, Jo’s lips twitched into the tiniest smile in one corner as she looked at his own warm smile. The dark circles under his eyes would fade by the afternoon if their usual patterns the last week had been any precedent when Jo would jostle and cajole him to take a nap while she took their fluffy baby for a run. Most days she came home with a coffee for each of them and they’d sip sat beside one another on the back steps watching Nana frolic in the sunshine chasing butterflies or all number of things. Blinking away the last remnants of those horrible voices as his fingers stroked through her hair, Jo thought maybe she’d like some two-legged company on her walk that day though.

“Jo?” Grey’s voice cut through her thoughts, and, blinking rapidly, she realized she must have been quiet just that little bit too long as those blue eyes softened and filled with concern and caution rather than just love. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Jo replied quickly, just the subtle emptiness of her tone belighting the lie to those words so clearly for once. She watched that concern bleed quickly into worry, and as Grey’s fingers tightened for all of a moment against her she thought about voicing aloud that those words would never be true on this date. Instead of the truth, though, she swallowed that honesty down with a harsh gulp and pushed herself to sit up breaking that morning magic as she shifted to throw her feet over the edge of the bed. “Just thinkin’. Did you want the shower first or me?”

“Jo-”

“Well, if you’re not callin’ dibs, I’m takin’ it.”

“..Jo..”

“Oh, I got that new body wash last week - I’m gonna try that today!”

Jo pushed herself off the bed and moved quickly checked her phone as she chattered vacantly rather than giving the chance for the other to peel under that layer and see what a hollow skeleton she was underneath. Chancing a glance back at him as she set her phone back down - twenty notifications and a few emails she’d need to get back to later - the blonde bit down on her lip at the sheer worry and concern and care rolling off of the other in waves. Grey’s eyes were fixed on her every move, drinking in the cool mask of her face and the way her stomach muscles twitched sharply giving up her secrets as she twisted away from him.

“Are you doin’ breakfast or did you want me to do some after my shower? Oh, I feel like panca-” Jo found herself chattering her way into those damn thoughts again, her mind catching up to her mouth with a pained screech as she thought about just why she wanted pancakes of all things today. But she’d not had them how she loved them best in more than two decades at this rate so far as her disjointed time could count. She hadn’t had those flat, dense pancakes made in that old cast iron skillet that let the sides catch to a far darker, almost black color on the laced edges; those pancakes that had little fork marks added and stabbed into them as they cooked and were basted in maple syrup while still in the pan itself so the syrup would soak them through entirely; those pancakes that were only half about all those bits and the rest the fact that they got delivered to her plate, one by one, and each one accompanied by a smile and some joke teasing her that she’d eat them out of house and home at the rate she was going as she gorged herself to the point of nausea and beyond just to have one more moment of his attention as he would dote on her. Shaking her head rapidly, Jo bit down on the words and instead finished quietly, “Actually, maybe just some toast. I don’t feel great all of a sudden.”

“How about I get something ready while you... get ready for the day, Jo?” Grey’s voice was closer than the bed, and blinking Jo was unsurprised to feel his hand rubbing her arm gently as the shadow was stood right beside her and looking down at her with that warm glow of care that was so close to what she needed right then, that Jo found herself nodding gently before heading to the shower where she could pretend it was just the shower raining down on her cheeks and block out any thought of sickly sweet pancakes and warm smiles in a waft of vanilla and steam.

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The morning so far had been a collection of starts and stops for her.

Getting out of the shower, Jo had pulled on the worn men’s flannel she’d gotten from Dean a while back that smelt of gunpowder and the heavy leather jacket that wasn’t quite right but tickled her nose just right that she kept forgetting to wash it over her tank top and jeans to suit the cloudy cool weather outside that matched her mood perfectly. She could even hear the soft patter of rain on the window panes and the roof as she brushed her teeth and tied her damp hair up into a ponytail that left a wet mark between her shoulder blades.

When she got to the foot of the stairs, however, she’d not been able to keep back the small smile at the warm, fluffy greeting as Nana wound her way through Jo’s legs and pressed her back against the wall demanding cuddles with two big paws on her stomach. That smile felt painful as soon as the moment of cuddles and love had passed, and she’d had to fight that sharp stab in her stomach as Nana’s paws patted at her again that laughter and smiles weren’t right today before she shook it off to lavish her baby with the attention she deserved no matter the day.

The smile had slid from her face pretty quickly, but there was something in the way Grey’s eyes caught hers and smiled widely at her in the crinkles of them but not his lips that helped soothe that worry a little bit. She was barely surprised to see that he’d made those almost impossible omelets again today instead of just dry toast - something as far removed from the dense thick, cloying sugary dish her heart craved, but that filled her with warmth as she slowly ate her breakfast between sips of coffee all the same. It felt strange the quietness in the room, but not wrong for her even if she could feel a knot building in her stomach that Grey might be uncomfortable with her silence other than the softly whispered thanks at his handing her her breakfast, but she couldn’t think of anything to say that would break it without breaking her open for his rifling.

Jo’d barely noticed she’d finished her meal, or that Grey had finished his own, and didn’t even look up from her coffee mug until the gentle clearing of a throat broke through.

“So, I was, uh, that is to say - I was thinking I’d get some chores done today, maybe do..some drawing and stuff. If the mood strikes, that is.” His voice was like cotton wool balls, packing peanuts and bubble wrap, spinning about her and wrapping her thoughts up carefully from drifting anywhere unprotected as she raised her eyes from the empty bottom of her mug to the gentle smile on the other’s face. It was the soft cocoon she needed, offering her his time and flexibility in a way she could never remember anyone else doing since she’d left the Roadhouse and that ever-supportive tone from the best friend that came before him. Her lips twitched to smile in return for the tiniest of moments as she nodded her head in time with his own. “Okay cool. Well, I’ve got the dishes to do in here - did you want another coffee?”

Jo nodded again. The excuse was perfect for her to stay seated and listen to the quiet clatter of cutlery and crockery, the splash of water and that quiet unconscious humming as the other started cleaning up as soon as he’d refilled her mug to her liking. The excuse to stay close but not smothered, not pressured, not forced to fake a smile or pretend she was okay like it had been back in the day when she’d work the bar and refuse to let the condolences and stories she’d hear battered across the dusty, grimy wooden floors worm their way past her mask. The excuse not to try so hard.

Grey had almost finished when Nana padded through the kitchen from the hall and started to scratch at the back door, the clear desire to go out to do her business that couldn’t wait for the soft drizzle of rain to pass.

“I’ll take her out.” Jo found her voice finally cracking through the air, and as she pushed her chair back she found herself being circled and barked at quietly by her darling girl until the back door and fly screen were both open to free the dog to the drizzling backyard. “Ugh, she’s goin’ to smell bad-”

“Why don’t you give her a bath after? Have a girls day?” Grey’s voice called over to her as Jo moved to stand in the doorway under the eaves, just out of the path of the rainfall but close enough to get the cold bite of it on her nose and cheeks. “I know she’s due for one as it is.”

Jo found herself smiling despite herself at the idea as she watched the speckled dog snuffling about at the wet grass and the bright greens of the flowers finally blooming again since last November, now that their season had finally actually come. Nana barked at the odd squirrel that ran across the branches of the big tree and then across the cold tin roof of the garden shed, and she found herself laughing quietly at the dog’s antics in a way that she knew there would be that warm baritone joining her if her father had been there.

When the dog had finally done her business and found the cold weather too much for this time of year to stay out in the wet, Jo found herself laughing again at the fuss the dog made at wiping her dirty paws on the mat at the door. Nana truly took after her daddy with her antics sometimes and shutting the door with a final gust of cool air to her face, the blonde slowly cajoled the damp, fluffy, smelly dog upstairs for a hot bath as she noticed Grey pulling out the mop to wipe up what few doggy footprints were left in the doorway.

It was usually a bit of a chore trying to wrestle the giant pooch into the bath and then keeping her under control in the warm water to get properly washed up, but today it was exactly the kind of physical distraction Jo needed as soon as she’d shrugged off her flannel and left it out on the bed to avoid getting it smelling like wet dog and the doggy shampoo. Working the knots out of her baby’s fur, squealing loudly when the thwump of the wet tail would splash her with soapy water, and just generally struggling to keep the excitable dog inside of the bathtub rather than running around the cramped space of the bathroom took up almost an hour that not once did Jo’s mind drift from the work at hand or to what day it was.

She had jumped in the shower quickly while the dog rolled about on the bathmat and her doggy towel before the knock on the door made her jump. “Come in!” Jo called out, her voice light for the first time that morning, as she slowly turned the water. “But watch Nana doesn’t run out.”

“Ooph, thanks for the warning.” Grey’s voice cut through the quiet whining of the dog and the whir of the exhaust fan as she got out of the shower, smiling as she watched her two loves battling for the doorway. “ Don’t want her rubbing herself on either of the beds like this.” He added with a quiet chuckle, looking around the soapy, wet floor and the splashes of soap suds that clung to the walls. “It looks like you two had fun.”

“Oh we totally, totally did, didn’t we baby? Yes we did, who had lots of fun, was it us? Yes it was.” Jo found herself bending over to snuggle into the dopey, wet dog scent of her baby’s face as Nana’d turned to run back to her feet for cuddles as soon as she’d gotten the towel wrapped around herself; voice soft, warm and teasing as she ran her hands over the thick, clean fur. Her babying voice bounced off the tile around them, as did the happy pants from the dog as Jo pet her. “Did we make a mess, bubby? Yes we did, didn’t we?”

“Yes, you certainly did!” “We had such fun, gettin’ Nana all clean-” “I can see that.” “If only cleaning was as fun.” “Well, you go get dressed and start drying her off properly, and I’ll get this cleaned up for you instead then.”

“Oh,” Jo found herself freezing at the other’s offer, glancing up through the limp strands of her hair to see the soft look on Grey’s features. She felt her heart leap catching his eye that this felt just the same as those soft, caring looks she was missing so sharply today; like there was someone who would always be there to care for her, to protect her, and to support her no matter what, even if it came from a completely different type of love. Her stomach twisted at the sharp jerk of that realization even as the boisterous dog continued to roll up against her towel-covered thighs and Grey moved about the space to grab the cleaning rag. “I... I can do-”

“By the time your dressed and gotten the little princess here all soft and fluffy and dry, this will all be done and you know it.” Grey’s words were soft but the tone was firm underneath, and the determined line of his lips as Jo caught his eye again she knew that he wouldn’t hear any other suggestion.

Bowing her head, Jo headed back to their bedroom to get dressed while she heard Grey continue to keep their four-legged baby busy while Jo threw back on the flannel that smelled like an old lost home for her but just a pair of leggings instead of getting fully dressed again when she was just going to get covered in fur.

Fetching Nana from the bathroom to take her down to the laundry for a blow-dry of her soft, clean fur, Jo wasn’t even surprised to see most of the mess already taken care of by the dexterous hands of her love. As the two girls settled in the laundry and Jo began drying, brushing and grooming the other properly, she could feel that tight knot in her stomach brush away as easy as the tangles in the dog’s fur under her careful attention. The tight feeling falling away as she let her mind numb all over again into the motions, and not settling on any fixed thought as she made her baby’s silky locks as beautiful as they could be all the way through to lunchtime.

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It shouldn’t have surprised her to get the call as they’d tucked into the fried noodles full of vegetables she rarely ate outside of this type of dish. She should have known it was coming. The annual ‘check-up’ call, which never really felt like it was a call for her benefit actually. More like he needed the chance to say even anything about one of the many friends lost to the life.

“Didja get my email ‘bout the thing over in Memphis?” Jo asked softly around a mouthful of noodles, trying for a smile across at the other as she waved her fork at the dish and gave a thumbs up of appreciation. “I got no fuckin’ clue-”

“Girlie, you best no be planning to go throwing yourself into that headfirst.” The tinny voice came through the loudspeaker of the phone sat on the table beside her elbow. Bobby’s voice was rough and hard, and if Jo didn’t know better she would have thought it sounded normal. Like he hadn’t spent the morning using the one defining and memorable dates of a fallen comrade to reflect on them all at the bottom of a bottle. “Fuck knows what it is.”

“I mean, I’d take Garth with me-” “You can’t just take someone else with you and think that fixes everything!” “Why not? Garth’s even got some bonuses over the rest of us. So long as it’s not his time of the month.” “Ugh, must you call it that?”

Jo actually found herself chuckling there, thinking on just how fun it was to connect her lupine friend’s monthly infection to the annoyance of her period now that they’d worked out how best to keep him under control before the surprised sound through the phone caught her off guard at the fact she’d let the laughter out.

“Jo?” “I.. Sorry Bobby.”

There was a pause then through the phone, and as she looked through her lashes she could see the pause also reflected on the look on Grey’s face, before the tinny sound of a cough. Bobby’s voice floated back up through then, softer but somehow warmer than it had been before. “Nothing to apologize for, girlie. You two really hav’a way of making the best of the situation.”

“Well, somebody oughta.” Jo replied petulantly, poking at her bowl of moo goo gai pan as she shook her head to herself. “Anyways, Garth might be able to come up with somethin’ someone else might miss.”

“What’s the signs anyway?” The question didn’t come through the phone that time, but Grey’s question bounced through and around anyway - tone rough and tight like he didn’t really want to ask, but also couldn’t help himself but ask and possibly be helpful. Jo raised a brow at him, getting a shoulder shrug in return as he swallowed a mouthful of mushrooms, before adding. “What? I might be able to help.”

“Pretty much? Exsanguination of about ten co-eds from-” “It’s not-” “No, hun, it’s not him.” “Can I finish my description now?”

The blonde found herself biting back another smile as she chewed on a thin piece of chicken as the other hunter cut back in after their interruption of his description. She’d known exactly where the other’s mind would go first of all - not that it was like the other shadow ever bothered actually draining his victims of blood as intentionally as this case - but nodded along as if the other hunter could see her as he ran through the rest of the case notes. It was a strange one alright, and if it weren’t for there being no signs of bites on the bodies she would have thought it was just a vampire coven. Garth had been the one to flag it, and Jo trusted that between her and the other hunter they could get to the bottom of it - but needed to do some research groundwork first rather than go in blind. And emotional in her case.

As Bobby and Grey bartered back and forth with a few suggestions and then a general agreement that whatever it was seemed dangerous enough to require a second hunter with Jo, she could feel that tug again. The one from the bathroom. Catching Grey’s eye, she found herself blushing and feeling a little queasy all over again before Bobby’s voice bouncing out of the phone caught her attention and twisted that sharp blade all over again.

“Now I get you like the fun, weird cases, Joanna Beth, but I want you to promise you’ll be careful-” Bobby’s voice was tight and filled with something undefinable but the same quality that she used to hear the growled deep words that ‘I love you, Joanna Beth, but you must be more careful’ every time she came home with a new bump or scratch. “-Garth’s a good hunter, a damn good one. And you’re one of the best of your generation. But all it takes is-”

“One wrong step.” Jo finished for him gently with a harsh intake of breath and that prickle at her eyes as she did so. She could hear something of the same from the other end of the line.

Bobby had heard those words, the confession, from the one that pulled the trigger all those years ago. And he had been the one to tell Jo the harder details no one else felt the need to tell her that first year she’d been out on her own and blown into his salvage yard like a battered doll in need of stitches and care. Bobby had been the one to tell her to story, the one he got from the horse’s mouth as it were, and able to tell her with the same self-hatred that the Winchester had told him as he spoke about how one slide of the foot, or one recommendation of a person, could cause such destruction.

She found herself coughing quietly as she moved the topic on, asking how the wonderful woman Bobby brought to her birthday was and managing to draw Grey into the teasing that would hopefully keep the other hunter from falling down that pit that all of their acquaintance seemed to stand on the edge of; but her mind stayed focused on that small moment. The small acknowledgment that today had been blighted by one small accident so many years ago, a tiny rock was thrown into the lake of time by the shift of a foot across the ground. And yet the ripples still ghosted across the surface so clearly, even now.

---

It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that there was a break in the clouds long enough for Jo to suggest they go for a walk. Not that she really felt it was needed, but the crisp air on her skin might make her feel more connected to the now than the way her mind had been drifting since lunchtime.

Jo had found herself camping out on the couch with a few old dusty books, trying to continue her research for the next hunt; but mostly just found herself running her fingers over those jagged, sharp, almost illegible writing that she knew even better than her own handwriting.

Today was probably not the day she should have been reading one of his old journals, but with Nana’s warm, soft body pressed up against her side as the dog dozed and the quiet support from the other armchair of the odd frustrated noise and the familiar sound of pencil on paper, something had been telling her now was the time to do so. To dive deep in the five journals she’d recovered from her father’s locker, all except his last one which Jo had kept secret from her mother after John brought it and his leather jacket home that one last time. Thinking on that, Jo had turned her nose to breathe deeply against the shirt that was slowly losing that smell the more she wore it. It wasn’t the same but it was close. Close enough for her to close her eyes and fade back into that warm embrace of memory if she tried hard enough and felt safe enough like she did with that warm heat to her side and the never-ending support bleeding out in the air from her love.

She’d spent hours, as the rain continued to batter against the window - sometimes hard and fierce the way her heart would clench tight and sharp and painful in her chest, and sometimes soft and gentle and quiet like the softest whisper of her name in her memories as she stroked the dates and times and names written in faded, dried ink under her fingertips - just pouring through the journals as if something would give her anything. A hint, a clue, or maybe just a reason to justify spending so long staring at the words of a dead man that cut like a tiny paper cuts that healed in seconds from the very next word.

Jo had noticed the almost restlessness from the other throughout the afternoon, and she could feel a pit growing in her tummy and gnawing at her that she was.keeping him from doing something else. He moved quietly around and in-and-out of the room, but there was an underlying tension in his movements that let her know he was keeping an eye on her every move out of the corner of his eye. Keeping a watch out for any sign she needed something from him, that she was struggling. It would have felt overbearing from anyone else, but from Grey, it just made her stomach flip flop happily to know he cared for her so much. She had watched him in return, as surreptitiously as possible, as he made his way around the room - tidying this or that - or re-reorganized their DVD collection, or even when he pulled a chair up to the window and sat sketching whatever caught his eye in the grey world outside.

As the clouds finally parted and illuminated the world outside in golden sunshine in the last hour of sun for that day, Jo had finally crawled her way out from the heavy warmth of their pup and stretched carefully for a moment as she set the latest journal down on the coffee table.

“You wanna come on a walk, hun?” She asked gently as she bent here and there, twisting her arms and back around as she limbered up from the tight ball she’d been scrunched up to. Jo really needed to work on how she sat, but it was the comfiest position to spend wrapped up around the fluffy comfort of their dog, and if Grey had been stationary long enough, Jo would have curled up likewise against him as well. “Before the sun goes down?”

“Sounds like a great idea, Jo.” The words were an immediate response, and the way he just shut the sketc book he was working in let Jo know that Grey hadn’t really even been doing anything. He had just been watching her. Caring for her. And Jo’s heart felt like it couldn’t grow any bigger at that realization. Brushing his hands off on his jeans, the other smiled that look at her that always made her smile dopily back in return - though she barely cracked more than the twitch of the lips today. “How about you go get dressed, and I’ll get Nana’s collar and leash?”

“Thanks hun.” The reply was automatic, and would usually come with a smile, but they both knew today wasn’t really that much for smiles. And especially not when Jo had spent the afternoon pouring through the very life of the man missing from that day for years. It took all of three minutes for Jo to store his journals away into her study, and change into the faded grey and black jogger set she’d started to wear for her walks even if she didn’t think she’d end up doing any of the running or jogging she usually did with both dog and man in tow.

When she got downstairs again, she wasn’t at all surprised to see Nana bouncing about in her own little doggy dance of excitement at the door as Grey held onto her leash.

“She seems a little too excited, don’tcha think hun?” “Well, it has been raining all day.” “That’s true.”

“And, she will probably get to find some slugs or snails out to eat knowing her,” Grey added in a teasing tone as Jo pulled her hair back into another ponytail and he cracked the door open. She couldn’t hold back the laugh that joke got out of her as she spotted the fake disgusted look on the other’s face as they headed out. It was just the right thing for him to say right then as they turned on the path that would take them towards the lakefront. He always knew how to make her feel better.

Swinging her hands beside herself as they walked in companionable silence, Jo wasn’t surprised to feel his slide into hers between them and threaded her fingers through his own in response. Glancing out the side of her eye, she could feel that same safe feeling rush through her as his blue eyes met her brown ones filled with warmth and support. Looking away quickly, blinking rapidly, Jo let out a soft sigh as she caught the sun through her hair and felt like maybe more than just the clouds were parted now. Maybe there was always going to be someone there to make her feel like home again the way that warm smile, broad arms, and rough leather had.

---

It wasn’t until bedtime that Jo could put her finger on what felt so different about the day.

“You... you haven’t asked ‘bout it at all,” The words fell out of her lips as soon as she realized it, cuddled up into her love’s side with a book held between her fingers while Grey was tapping away on his game device playing that cute little game he enjoyed so much lately.

It surprised her to realize, but aside from one question to draw her attention in the morning the other hadn’t asked her once how she was feeling. He had not once asked her about her thoughts or feelings, he hadn’t asked her if she was okay, and most importantly he hadn’t told her once ‘how sorry’ he was for her. He’d treated her softly, that was obvious, but Grey had not pushed the issue. He had not tried to get her to talk if she didn’t want to, he had not said ‘its okay to cry’, he had not said any of the many tired cliches she’d heard over the years from school counselors and teachers, hunters and the overbearing mothers’ of the girls in her classes before she’d destroyed those friendships. He had been as quiet as her, and as reflective as she had been, and he had let her move through the day on her own in a way Jo never once remembered being allowed to do so.

He had let her breathe for once in her life.

There was a pause, and Jo could hear it in the lack of finger pressing and the soft repeated musical tone of his game, that Grey was thinking carefully what to say and how to say it.

“You didn’t talk.” He finally replied, soft as silk and gentle as moonlight, as he slowly moved to set his game down on the bedside table before those blue eyes were focused onto her. Grey paused for a moment again, before adding gently, “You don’t have to always talk, and I don’t have to always ask. Sometimes we can just be, and that might be enough or what you need.”

The idea bounced around her head for a moment as she blinked up at him slowly, processing the words and the intent behind them. The fact that Grey had known she needed time and space for herself through her lack of talk, but that she needed him and his support even if she couldn’t voice it. That he knew without words what she needed from him more than anything was just his presence by her side. A firm, unwavering and unfaltering, pillar for her to wrap her May pole feelings around in a silent dance - weaving in and out of her own feelings and her own separation - without once bowing or breaking under the pressure of her need. That all she needed was him to get through the day without him.

Those prickles were back, and this time Jo couldn’t and wouldn’t fight the welling of her eyes as she tucked her head against his chest and finally let out that last, tight breath, that had been stuck under her lungs all day. That tight knot that had welled in her stomach and caught over and over, each time she realized that even though he was gone and that for once? She had people to fill the ache of his absence without tearing at that hole further, without breaking that space apart or forcing it to bend for them. She had someone who would protect her, care for her, love her and watch out for her, even from herself, and someone who did all that and so much more now. 

Jo rubbed her face against his chest as the few tears fell, not many but more than she had spilled on this day ever, and the lightness of her heart as she finally pulled back to see the love pouring out and filling her up from Grey’s eyes, she finally smiled as widely as she usually would. Her own eyes filled with tears of both loss and happiness as she could feel the first stitch on her heart starting to pull that hole back together after all that time.

---

#cc #ca #jopov

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Don’t hold back.

Just a reminder, this is my first “fanfic” (if you want to call it that) and this took inspiration from @chachacharlieco and as well other people that made about “Belight Sora” If you have any tip for me for my future fanfic (which idk if I’ll make another one) please do so. overall, please read this with an open mind. Thank you for reading this disclaimer and hope you enjoy!

After returning from a mission, Riku stretches his arm and yawn as he gets off of the ship. As he walks to the shore, he spotted Sora sitting alone near the Paopu Tree.

Riku: Sora? (Raise his voice) You okay?

Sora: ...

Riku noticed quickly that something was wrong, then ran toward the paopu tree, thinking in the process what wrong with him, why he didn’t respond and why he seemed so sad. Finally reaching to Sora, he catches his breath.

Riku: Sora! (Catching breathes) What wrong with you?

Sora: (had his hoodie on) Hey Riku, didn’t notice you there. I’m sorry

Riku: Don’t be. What wrong, Sora? Where Kairi?

Sora: (flinches) ... Riku, do you remember the folklore about the Paopu fruit, where if two people share the paopu fruit, they will be intertwined no matter what?

Riku: What are you saying?

Sora: I guess I’m saying... Why did you let me take care of Kairi?

Riku: !! W-What are you-

Sora: Don’t play dumb Riku, The race of who gets to share the fruit with Kairi, telling me if I care about saving Kairi. About... Taking care of her. Its because you loved her, right?

Riku: ...Sora, that doesn’t matter. Ever since you defeated Ansem, I realize that Kairi wasn’t meant for me. While you were traveling everywhere with no knowledge of life or death to find Kairi, where I knew where Kairi was. It's just, Maleficent uses her darkness into my heart so she can manipulate me to hurt you.

Sora: and yet, not only you were able to control darkness and even creates yours owns. And the fact that you always wanted to be like me.

Riku: (Closes his mouth and looked down)

Sora: You were jealous of me. You were jealous that I bonded with Kairi when she first arrives. You loved her when she helped you realize that there is a much better world than this island, help you to see more and Maleficent saw that. Even Ansem noticed that. And... I’m sorry that I took Kairi away from you.

Riku: Sora plea-

Sora: That why... You need to protect her for now on.

Riku was stunned, After everything that Sora has done, what Sora has seen. Uses every strength that he has to protect Kairi, even to bring her back from the dead.

Riku: Sora. What did yo-

Sora: Come on Riku, throughout my adventure with her, no matter what, me and Kairi never together. I lost her when I defeated Ansem and went to find you and the King. After defeating Xemnas and finally return home, Yinsid summons us to become master, and you passed.

Riku: (Still stunned)

Sora: You always say about how you wanted to be with me and yet, you haven’t realized that you’re already better than me. You were able to find Kairi on your own twice. You gave her a weapon so she can protect herself. That time when you were Ansem, You didn’t want to come home just for that, You wanted to make sure that me and Kairi stay together, and you out of the picture... So you won’t get between us.

Riku: (Stomp his feet and yelled) THAT NOT TRUE!

Sora gets down from the tree, walked into the middle of the paopu island and stared at Riku

Riku: Sora, you don’t understand. Yes, I admit it, I did have a crush with Kairi, but even if I do blame myself about you and Kairi, you two alone is the reason why you two love each other. Even after I found Kairi and told you to go back home, you still fight, you listen to your heart to believe that I’m not in the right side, and because of that, even if it's against me, you fought me to protect Kairi.

Sora then clutches his fist and looked down, but try to keep his smile.

Riku: During with Xemnas, despite that Kairi didn’t have a keyblade at the time, she still willing to get herself into danger just to save you as you were to save her. And even with Xehanort, she still wants to protect you despite being a rookie and not a fighter. Even when she die-disappear, you sacrifice to save her, and she saved you.

Sora: ...

Riku: Don’t you see? No matter what, you’re her hero.

Sora: Then...

Riku looks at Sora, walk toward him. After a few steps, Sora unhooded himself. Riku stop in fear.

Sora: Then why I don’t feel like one?

Sora reveals a strange scar on his top left head. A scar where the inside it was moving, mixing with the color gold and darkness as if it a black corridor, but something was already inside of it.

Riku: (Shaking in fear) S-sora? wher-

Sora: You know its funny. You say that whoever shares the paopu fruit, they will be together, no matter what. And yet, me and Kairi never together. Every time there is a chance of spending some time with her, she always is taken away from me. Ansem, Xemans, Xehanort... and now me. I never expect you to be a liar, Riku.

Riku: !!! Y-you mean that kairi-? No. That can’t be true.

Sora: After the thing, I did to her? That I did to Seifer and Axel? How I reacted when I can’t be alone without Kairi for one second? How I stare at her whenever she is sleeping? HOW I WANT TO DESTROY ANYONE THAT TOUCHES HER?!

Riku: (Took a step back with a shocked face)

Sora: This just prove that I’m too dangerous about Kairi and she knows this, she won’t have any reason to strike me if I’m the same Sora who shares the paopu fruit with her. I wondered if I’m really even... Me.

Riku: Stop that Sora, you are you! Whatever happened to you, we can fix it. Like you say before, I was able to control the darkness, even created my own dark magic when I lost my darkness.

Sora: But who says I have any chance to have the same result as you? Remember. Ansem the wise helped you. Not me nor Mickey.

Riku: Sora...-

Sora: That why. I need to do this.

Sora reaches his arm out and summons a keyblade, however, it isn’t the same Keyblade Sora have.

Riku: (shocked) That... That keyblade.

Sora: (sadly laughs) Somehow, I knew I would get his keyblade. Me and him were able to make Ventus whole again...

Riku: ...

Sora: That why I’m too dangerous to be in the light realm Riku. Why I’m too dangerous to be with anyone... Why I’m too dangerous to be with... Her.

Riku: (looks down) No.. You’re wrong Sora. (Look at Sora quickly) SHE CHOSE YOU, NOT ME!

Riku then took another step back and shocked to see Sora is in his battle stand as if he facing the biggest enemy. The scar void spread wider, covering half of Sora face, where one eye is blue, and one eye is Yellow, but tears appear from both of Sora eyes.

Sora: Then how about a bet? Whoever wins this fight, get to be with kairi...and to live in the light realm for a little longer. Just like old time.

Riku then summons his keyblade to defend himself, however, it wasn’t the keyblade Yinsid made him. It was the original Keyblade. HIS original keyblade. He took a look at the keyblade at a sign of disbelief.

Sora: I guess I was a delivery boy... Just promise me Riku. no matter what, Don’t hold back... and.... Protect Kairi from.... me.

Riku: Sora... I- (lower his fighting stand) I can’t fight you...

Sora(?): T͠҉̨͢H̴͘͟E̢Ņ̀ ͏̸͟Y̷̵̵̴̧O͏҉̨Ú̵ ̨̛Ẁ̧̢Í̡̀̕L̢͘L͏̢̛͏́ ̧͡D̸̛I̡̨̛͜E̡͘͘̕ ̶̡B̶̛͟͠Y̨̧͘͢ ̧̨̡Y̧͟O̴̢͢U̧҉̴̸R̢̕ ̸̀F̴̧͢͝R͟͠I̷͟Ę̷̡N̵Ḑ̢̀͡ ̨̛O̷̧W̛͟N̷͝ ̛̀͘͞T̴W̨̨͝O̷҉̀ ́̕Ḩ̴A̷̴͘N̷̨͜͡͡D̸͜͟S҉̨̢͘͝!̶̷͡!̡̕͡!͏̸̛҉

#kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts #sora #SoKai #Kairi #Riku #Don't_hold_back #sorikai #Belight Sora #KH3 #kh3 spoilers #kingdom hearts 3 spoilers

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Burn is an open-source, free alternative to the best DVD burning software for Mac 2021. It has an incredibly user-friendly interface and gained a wide reputation for doing basic burning tasks. You can even use Burn to copy DVD files (.dmg, iso, cue/bin, etc.). It supports authoring simple interactive DVD menu like commercial DVD movies and supports macOS Catalina or higher including macOS Big Sur. Below we will show you steps to burn video to DVD.

1. Launch Burn on MacBook and click the video tab, then name your DVD and choose “DVD” from the pop-up menu.

2. Click “+” to add your video files or directly drag files right into the burn file list. Most video files are supported, if the video format is not compatible, Burn will ask you to convert it to the right format. So some videos will require conversion in order to burn DVD perfectly.

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Add the video that you need burn to DVD with iDVD and wait for its loading.

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Pros:

Instructions are clearly given for first-time users

The burning process is quite easy fast and smooth

Contain some practice features

Cons:

Support few file formats

Problems may happen when dealing with large size video files

Only available in the boxed copy of iLife '11 until iLife '13 now (discontinued by Apple since Mac Lion)

#3. Express Burn

Express burn, presented by NCH software officially, is one of the best burning software for Mac and Windows. It supports a wide range of audios, videos, images and data to burn, and gives you the right to handle ISO/Joliet, Hybrid, and UDF. As an ideal alternative to the best Mac DVD burning software 2021, it is absolutely competent.

Launch Express Burn, a window will pop up automatically. Select a type of disc to burn.

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Pros:

Record CD or DVD, burn Blu-Ray DVD

Create images from the CD or system data

Offer template menu buttons and screens

Cons:

The compressed files may get low clarity and quality

Unable to copy-protected DVDs

Lack of advanced options, like video editing

Tips on Burning DVD on Mac

Buy a safe and good-quality DVD disc. Don’t purchase the bare, no-name blank media. In my experience, the more expensive the media, the better its quality; DVD media is always more reliable than CD media.

Keep verifying your disc. It detects your burning problem in time. If you haven’t verified your disc, the best burning software for Mac will fail to burn DVD.

Don’t set too fast burning speed. It will lead to poor output quality and create the groundwork for the mistake. Note: Cisdem DVD Burner presets the best burning speed for you. You don't need to set it manually.

Close irrelevant procedures during the burning process. Irrelevant programs will reduce the power of the best burning software for Mac, which badly affects the burning speed and quality.

Get an optical drive. Make sure your Mac has installed a built-in DVD drive or an external drive. (Apple has abandoned SuperDrive in 2012, but you can still purchase an external Apple SuperDrive on Amazon or eBay.)

Extended: What’s the Best CD Burning Software for Mac

When it comes to the best Mac burning software, you might also think of the best CD burning software for Mac, which is used to create CDs from iTunes or any audio file. Burn, iDVD, and Express Burn are all decent CD burner for Mac. Now set as Express Burn as an example. Let’s see how to burn a CD on a Mac.

Insert a blank CD.

Initiate the software.

Head over to the “Audio” tab > “Audio CD” to add files.

Click “Burn Audio CD”.

Finish choices on how the burning process to take place, and click “OK”.

Conclusion

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[brothereden]

#TheMINDsetOf COMPROMISING is a slippery slope. All too often, the one who bends the most, is left behind, mishapened and unrecognizable. So know your value, in all aspects of your life. If you don't, it will become increasingly easier to be devalued and disrespected. Let the remainder of 2018 manifest the best in you and out of you.., FINALLY. #UnFilteredEDEN EXPERIENCED Encouragement and WISDOM for SOUL and MIND I #61EDEN I #LOVEisEDEN I #CreateMustYou I #BeLIGHT I #BeLOVE (at Nob Hill, Albuquerque, New Mexico)

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[misterdas]

Come o'er, lay down with me..

Allow thy breath to fall over mine,

A gulf of sea will belight,

Eyes and lies all over the space..

Sombre clouds would settle beneath the starlight,

A seamless transition within the sheer lap..

Winds would pierce the eyes to dig up the bleak soil of reality.

Come o'er, lay down with me..

Allow thy hands to flourish over the insensible body,

With ardent lips to touch the wounded soul..

A moment of awe might bewilder the emotions,

Let it not scare you,

Or make you run,

Aftergrass would shine at the very sight of the Sun!

Come o'er, lay down with me,

It's been a long I have wept..

It's been a long I have slept..

#love poem #poetry #poetslife #literature #poems on tumblr #original poem

[travelingkai]

The need for perfection took over my life for a long time. In everything I did, I felt the need to be the best and the most graceful. I had this need for attention and acceptance in everything I did. I have been in this weird self discovery stage, which I’m guessing most of us are in. Honestly how could we not? Being in a forced place of confinement can bring up a lot of questions and emotions. I am constantly thinking about how I am going to leave a legacy behind and this thought has been in my mind now more than ever. It seems in the times of fear and uncertainty is when strength and faith shine the brightest. To be completely transparent, I have always wanted my purpose to be in something that would get my recognized and adored. I have always wondered what it would be like to have the world know who you are and admire what you’re doing. I have felt a lot of guilt around this. I couldn’t help but think that it was the darkness in me that wanted that type of attention. And if i could reach my imagined perfection, maybe I could attain this recognition. My friends, it feels so naked telling you this. its been a secret shame for a long while. Something I refused to embrace but secretly tried to work towards. But this time has taught me that not only is vulnerability incredibly important but so is being true to yourself. Instead of ignoring this part of me, I want to ignite it and go forth in hopes that my wanting to reach the world changes it for good. Neighbor, I share this with you to give you hug. I hope you feel inspired and a little less crazy with all your thoughts and feels. Dream big and bold during this time. There is truly nothing you can’t do.

#vulnerability #lets talk #lifeisgood #love #blackgirlmagic #blogger #dream #motivation #movingforward #bekind #belight #youareenough #transformation #change #chooseyourself #vintage

[ingridsilvarj]

“I am soft, in more ways than one. And there is no shame in the quiet revolution that comes from letting yourself settle into your own skin and saying “This is not a place I’ve always loved, but I’m learning and I’m trying” Peace.” -Key Ballah- ____ "Eu sou afável, em mais de uma maneira. E não é vergonha nenhuma na revolução silenciosa que vem deixando-se resolver em sua própria pele e dizendo "Este não é um lugar que sempre amei, mas eu estou aprendendo e estou tentando" Paz.” Photo: © #kimberlymwang / eardog.com #BeLove #BeLight

#kimberlymwang #belove #belight

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 3 #51 texts

[gracelife707]

Let’s stand and be Jesus to those around us. See a family who has been effected by the riots? Bring them food or offer to help clean up. See a business that’s struggling because of Covid or breaking in/ looting. Support them. Instead of blacking my account out today I’m going to shine the light of Jesus. @landn started #createchange and I think it’s so awesome. Let’s in this time of darkness #bethelight. Let’s be Jesus Let’s create change. Get off our phones and really do something to help people. #blacklivesmatter #christiansandmentalhealth #depression #createchange #belikejesus #worktowardschange #blackouttuesday #blackouttuesday⚫️✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿 #standforjustice #godlylove #belight #helpeachother #peaceful #change #usa https://www.instagram.com/p/CA8KYlhj8TI/?igshid=1nkh8bj7thgte

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[kentvancil3]

Even in these times let your light shine. #belight #shine #thoughtoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/B-rcFz6DgHL/?igshid=1a8zue02jdj4r

#belight #shine #thoughtoftheday