View From My Balcony Right Now. Clear Sky Vs Storm Over Paris.

Bulletproof

I always fell, and gave up

But I've got enough of being weak,

I'll stand up and be strong,

Be full of fire and bulletproof.

TEAM MINATO x AESTHETIC for @blackkatmagic. “Those who break the rules are trash, but those who abandon their comrades are worse than trash!”

So, yeah. I was a bit bored and made some Keisukes with this one App “MakeU”. We have ordinary Kei, Mario Kei, Detectiv Conan Kei and Pokemon Trainer Kei! Keisuke Gekko is from the Story “Catch your Breath” by @cyb-by-lang. It’s a really great story, so if you have the time, go check it out!

Hope you like all the Keis, Lang!

Aomine vs Kagami

I had to

DO NOT DO THIS.

This makes me so angry.

If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.

My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.

When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.

If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.

Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.

Please signal boost this so people know.

When Catelyn suggests “Sansa” he agrees, because there hasn’t been a Sansa Stark in years.

“She was a Princess,” Catelyn says shyly. “The Princess of the North.”

At first Eddard remains solemn. “There aren’t many Princesses in this world,” he tells Catelyn. “And none above the Neck.” Nevertheless, he agrees with this lady wife and buries his uncertainty in tradition.

Eddard Stark names his first daughter Sansa, to honor his wife’s wishes and his family’s history. His Sansa is the true Princess in the North.  In her name he feels that he honors his brave and noble father, and his fallen brother, who had been the  first one to proclaim their sister, Lyanna, the Princess in the North.

“Here she is,” Brandon had exclaimed, loud and exuberant, the day of Lyanna’s birth.

“The Princess of the North!”

His father’s bannermen had roared and toasted, cheered along with Brandon, their future Lord. Lyanna was their Lady. Karstark, Royce, Glover, Umber, and Flint alike had cheered to the new Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

When he introduces Sansa, his princess, there is that same roar. She is the symbol of happiness after such a dark time. She is the token of peace, after the war, after the North has lost their Lord Brandon and their Lady Lyanna.

His Sansa holds all the hope of the North in her, and she is perfect, and regal, and lovely.

Eddard’s Sansa is everything Brandon and Lyanna would rage against, and that is exactly what the North needs.

He says a silent prayer to his gods, the gods of the North, that Sansa might grow up strong, and sweet, and kind, and fierce– all the things that a Stark Princes should be– and Eddard revels in her.

Sansa is his Princess. The perfect combination of his Northern solemnity and Southron grace, even in just her first year, and Eddard knows she will bring nothing but praise to Winterfell.

His bannermen fight for her hand–each one presenting some new trinket or skill that makes them worthy for her, but none are. At just one, Sansa is a Princess, stronger, lovelier, and more clever than the best of them.

Catelyn says she will be Queen, and Eddard feels a pang, because Brandon had said the same of their sister, as he held her and rocked her, and loved her perhaps more than a brother should.

And when Arya is born, red-faced. grey-eyed. and squalling, exactly as Brandon and Lyanna had been, Eddard feels naught but panic. He remembers his mother holding Lyanna, her pride and joy. He remembers his mother telling Brandon, “Love her. She is yours,” and Brandon taking those words to heart, and riding hard to King’s Landing.

It gets worse when Jon sneaks into the nursery at night, when Catelyn won’t see him, and when he thinks Ned isn’t there, and gathers Arya up.

Ned braces himself for Arya’s screech, but in Jon’s arms she is content, just as Lyanna had been with Brandon.

“Sansa, is Papa’s Princess,” Jon says to the small babe. “But you are mine.”

There is a part of Ned that is broken that day, as he watches the incarnations of Brandon and Lyanna commit themselves to each other all over again.

Do. Not. Presume to know, how much I have suffered. I’ve suffered in hundreds of my lives. I’ve lived thousands of years filled with suffering. In my very first life I was a slave. An underage male sex-slave. I was taken from my homeland and family, when I was six. The first time a man touched me sexually was, when I was nine. The first time someone raped me I was ten. I died, when I was fourteen, because my master raped and whipped me to death. So do not assume, that your suffering is greater than mine. Never assume such a thing about anyone. You do not know their history, do not know their past.

Uzumaki Tatsumaki, to Hyuuga Neji probably

Fallen Angels

We were angels, who began to love

Our wings charred as we hated,

Our voices sang as we enjoyed,

And our souls were torn as we suffered

Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [28/50]

deep Love

Every day I see your expressive eyes lossen

and every day it rips my heart apart

How you cover yourself in silence,

your heart freezes,

Thorns covering your feelings,

as you hide behind your wall.

It wrecks me, to see you suffering,

having to listening to you every night when you scream,

Flee in my arms,

I’ll protect you from the looks,

envelope you with cotton wool,

so that only I can gaze at your precious soul.