#HIS HEART

[joshhutchersonseggsalad]

Theres just something about Clapton Davis that heals my inner teenager who never had any down to earth friends to make me feel loved for who I was and who i become. I just know clap made the quiet kids feel seen and the emos feel heard and radiated sm light and love to everyone around him

I just wanna hold his hand and tell him how much everyone adores him and his chill soul🌲🛹

[wiirocku]

Psalm 112:7 (KJV) - He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.

[winepresswrath]

Natori is desirable, has always been desirable, had "the looks and the grades," makes a living off of being beautiful and charming and good at provoking feeling in other people and is at the same time totally uninterested in pursuing any of that interest and seeing if it could develop into something deeper. he rejects the girls at school even more preemptively than he rejects matoba, who suggests he might be useful. he's deeply, profoundly lonely throughout all of this and tbh I think being wanted actually makes it worse in some ways, because the people closest to him who should love him best think he's a curse and that makes casual interest and affection feel cheap, unearned, and ultimately disposable. naturally his two careers are:

attractive man plays pretend

loner weirdo does rituals on outskirts of society

[jajasmiinee]

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PANIC ATTACK - STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

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warnings : fluff, cringe, bad grammar,

y/n

chris

nick

matt

english isn't my first language so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

enjoyyy !

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you and your brothers are fliming a car video when you suddenly get a panic attack

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"what's your worst trauma?" matt read the question, yall are making a Q.N.A video. "oh my biggest trauma is when.." chris start to tell the fan about his worst trauma while you in the back starting to feel uneasy. you start to stare blankly outside, your heart feels heavy, your head spinning, your throat feel stuck, you couldn't even hear a thing. you were afraid because this happened before and you did not liked it.

"y/n? y/nn? heyy??" nick wave his hands infront of you, making you come back to reality "u-uh.. yea..?" you tried to hide your stutter and anything that's bothering you "are you okay?" matt ask in confusion, you're sure that matt knew that something is off

"yea i'm okay" you reassured them but that doesn't make they less care about how you sudden behavior "it's your turn to tell about your worst trauma now" matt smiles while pointing at the camera "c-can i skip?" "yea of course!" chris already notices that you're not okay, maybe the question are a bit hard for you to answer

your hands started to shake and you felt dizzy. your eyes roaming to each of your brothers faces while your breath shortened. "mn.." you let out a really quiet whine that you thought none of them heard but nick look at you in concerned eyes "shh.. it's okay.. relax.." nick finally notices your panick attack, so he took your hands and caresses them, sending comfort into your soul.

you also looked at matt and chris but they're busy talking to the camera. after a few seconds, matt looked at nick and you "is y/n okay?" matt looks at the back, staring at nick "yea, she's just having a panick attack" nick rub your back slowly to prevent you from crying or having a worse reaction "oh shoot. it's okay, y/n, look at me"

you look at matt with tears in your eyes "ye-yea?" chris stop talking to the camera, he knew you're having a panick attack but he doesn't really sure before, well, he's sure now. he give you a comforting smile and caresses your hair slowly "breath in.." matt's breathing in for you to follow "and out.." chris continue. you followed them, even though your breath kinda hitches but you managed to get a proper breathing. the breathing technique really helps you out when you get a sudden panic or anxiety attack

"h-ah.." your panick attack stopped after a few minutes and you felt really relief "thank you guys. sorry to take most of the video time" "no,no, it's okay. let's continue yea?" you nodded in approvement. and y'all continue to answer the Q.N.A

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guys idek what i'm writing 😭 GIRLLLL I THOUGHT THIS WAS LONGER WHY SO SHORTTTT

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Marecal Moment that Lives in My Heart Rent Free:

When the backup arrived in the battle of Corvium. Mare was on the battlefield covered in mud, Red and Silver blood with a busted wrist.

Mare is a strong and resilient character, but it doesn't erase the dread that Cal felt letting her charge on the battlefield.

Image the mental turmoil Cal was feeling when they are overwelled, Mare is nowhere to be seen and is mostly definitely being bombarded by Maven's forces.

So when backup arrived, Cal was able to push back the enemy forces. Our boy, RAN, BOLTED BLAZED through trenches to the spot he KNEW where his heart would be.

Cal was there in SECONDS behind her. He must have been so relieved he could barely talk. He just stood behind Mare held her wrist and let her lean against his chest. His golden eyes never left her face.

[kaseysheart]

My close friend having his heart listened to.

[z0mbiew00d]

Did you guys know the fragment for double life is on c!Martyn chest, next to his heart?

[wyrmzier]

Tell us the story of Sam and Zipporah :))

Once upon a time in a land faraway there was a young boy named Zipporah who lived with his mother and grandfather. The boys father was forbidden to see him and watched from afar. His father was given another little boy to watch over and teach. This boy was Sam, an angel of destruction. Zipporah's father was Hunter, an angel of ritual. Zipporah was neither human nor angel.

Zipporah was often lonely and outcasted. Other children were disgusted by him, his strange unnerving eyes, and the manner in which he spoke. They knew something was wrong with him.

Zipporah was alone. . .until he met Sam. Another feared monstrous child who put his hand out for Zipporah. And when their fingers interlaced they decided they would never let go.

Hunter was distraught at their friendship. If they were discovered Zipporah could be killed. But no matter how he pleaded or punished them they refused to abandon the other.

Their days were filled with laughter and sunshine. With age friendship bloomed into love. They knew they wanted to spend eternity with the other.

One day Zipporah proposed to Sam, knowing he wanted to stay at Sam's side forever and start their family. Sam, an angel who has lived hundreds of lives, didn't understand. Marriage was such a young concept in the grand scheme of life, a silly human ritual. Sam had laughed at Zipporah, but wanting to make him happy, said yes.

Despite having lived hundreds of lives in his reincarnation cycle, Sam was immature and childish. Never taking the commitment Zipporah desired seriously.

But soon word spread that Sam was engaged and Zipporah was discovered by The Order. They swooped in at once and killed Hunter for this grave transgression, and interrogated Sam relentlessly to learn where Zipporah was. But Sam remained tight lipped. He escaped just long enough to warn Zipporah to run before Sam was killed and tossed in a river.

Zipporah's heart had been killed alongside his fiance's. His own magic corrupting in his grief. Zipporah grew cold, angry, and lonelier than ever.

After the death of his mother, Zipporah seemed to lose all of his humanity. A local Lord saw Zipporah's desperation and shackled him as his servant. Zipporah faced much cruelty, his anger growing until he defied his Lord so offensively he had no choice but to rid of him, permanently.

Zipporah, however, is hard to kill. The Lord had Zipporah trapped inside a cave to starve. Zipporah fell asleep, ready to die, but his magic had other plans. It preserved him in an eternal slumber. Zipporah taking claim of his own angelic domain of dreams.

Sam did not stay dead for long. Reincarnating into a new host. But by the time this body was grown Zipporah was trapped. Sam searched for him, and found the cruel Lord who trapped his love and enacted his vengeance. Sam was able to find the very cave and Zipporah's sleeping body. But try as he might he could not wake him. Sam, distraught, curled up next to him willing himself to die in his love's arms. But as he drifted to sleep he discovered Zipporah could visit him in his dreams. Knowing his love was alive and could speak to him, Sam dedicated himself to waking him and protecting his body. Sam built mazes and traps to keep looters out of the cave, searched endlessly for a cure, and at the end of every life he curled happily into Zipporah's arms to die.

But Sam's work did not go unnoticed. The angel Wrath discovered him. She grew disgusted at Sam's abandonment of his duty and worship of a monstrosity. In her glory as an archangel she erased Sam's memory of Zipporah and left them both to die.

Sam did not stay dead for long. But his memory was truly gone.

Zipporah did not die at all. But he only had so much power to return Sam's memories of him. For hundreds of years Zipporah lay trapped drifting through the dreams of the masses and praying he may get his Sam back.

Sam's heart was gone. For every life after he was empty and didn't know why. Nothing filled the gaping hole. Not sex, drugs, or burying himself in his work.

Many many years later Sam found himself in the small town of Puddle. He made a friend named Zeke. Zeke was a curiosity. He had no memories of who he was, and found himself able to walk through people's dreams. With this ability he noticed he was always being watched. The dreams of everyone in the town were being haunted! No, the very god of dreams, Morpheus, had noticed him!

Of course he was wrong. Although Zipporah never bothered to correct him. Zipporah made a deal with him: he would help get Zeke's memories back if Zeke helped Sam remember who he was.

Zeke is not a total idiot and slowly learned who Zipporah was and what Sam meant to him. But no matter their efforts Sam just couldn't remember.

Until Sam corrupted. His magic taking full control of his body and turning him monstrous. It took the efforts of many people to rescue him. With Zipporah and Zeke diving deep into his psyche and finding an artificial dreambeast eating all of Sam's memories. Zipporah killed it, releasing all of Sam's memories.

Sam remembered his love! His heart beat again and his body felt full. Alas, Zipporah was still trapped in his eternal slumber. But with Zeke's help they managed to wake him.

Zipporah and Sam reunited, their hearts bright and golden again. And their lives were filled with laughter and sunshine.

Over the centuries they were apart Sam had matured. He grew regretful of his behavior laughing at Zipporah wanting to marry him. And he wanted nothing more than to make Zipporah his. But he was frightened by it, the happiness he could have. The chance it could be taken away so easily again.

Sam doubted and doubted until he couldn't anymore, when they had their daughter Aliza. Sam wanted it all, the pageantry, the rings, the titles. He wanted his family to be complete. And they married. And their family grew more with their two sons Zekey and Ezzy. And all was good ;)

(Art by @kami-scribbles)

[hourly-yugi]

[wiirocku]

John 7:38 (NKJV) - He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”

[tesseractlover]

not Fred Jones being my current hyperfixation

[aesthetic-solar-space]

I think to a point we underestimate Rose Typer and The Doctors connection. She didn’t need to be possessed by the Tardis or see into his mind, she just knew him and then went farther than he thought someone could and she accepted him for everything that he was, and everything he had done.

Whether they were lovers, or friends, or something even more, it still stands. She knew him, and accepted him.

She saw how some days he’d have these purple bags under his eyes from sleepless nights filled with haunting memories.

She saw how sometimes his hand would tremble when he was taking them towards one timeline or another because there was a connected memory playing in his head.

She would hold him close and calm him through his ptsd and panic attacks, though she did not blame him for his past - she didn’t push it away and tell him it was okay because she knew that wasn’t what he needed.

Sometimes she would take one look at him in the morning over tea and know he needed a day in. He’d tell her about things he’d seen that didn’t hurt to remember, or about his language, or things he still wanted to see. She’d sit there and hang on to every word, sneaking him food when he was really focused on talking about something because she knew it was the only way he’d eat.

He also had a habit of listening or feeling her heart whenever a panic attack would set in. His fingers would start by brushing against her inner wrist and pressing lightly. Then he’d often close his eyes and rest his head on her chest. Just listening to the rythme of her one heart and it lulled him back to safety and himself.

This didn’t just go one way though. Sometimes Rose would be hit with a wave of depression or guilt. Sometimes she’d know why but others it was like her mind couldn’t translate everything.

During those times it was the doctor who would give her a warm mug of tea and sit with her. Many times they wouldn’t say much, yet it was never an uncomfortable silence. And Rose would never tell him this cause it would stoke his ego too much but he made the best tea she’d ever had.

And for times they couldn’t sneak away to the safety and haven of their tardis, they had a secret language. To outsiders it would just seem like someone was nervous and tapping to try and calm themselves. Which in a way it was, but it was also so much more. They had an entire alphabet in taps, a mix between Morse code and something they used to use on his home world so so long ago. He could never explain it right but it felt nice to have Rose have a connection to his roots, even if it was small.

There were times they both had issues. The two of them had a silent rule that if you needed someone in the night, it didn’t matter why or what you needed - it was always granted. This is how many many nights one of them would wake up to find the other in their bed curled up against them. Even if they hadn’t been there the night before.

Some nights after an especially hard day they’d even begin the night in the same bed. Waking up to hold one another if the nightmares got too bad.

For a long time many of their family and friends didn’t understand. They thought they must just be hooking up or something. But slowly from times when they would visit Jackie for a few days, they’d see glimpses of the depths to their relationship.

Jackie would watch from the living room as the two floated about each other in the kitchen, making sure the others meal or drink was perfect without ever saying a word or most of the time even looking at each other.

Mickey would see Rose begin to lose herself sometimes while they shared a conversation, the guilt over taking her features for just a moment. When he’d look closer he’d see the doctor tapping absentmindedly on her shoulder or hand, the hidden message instantly calming her.

One night though while everyone was sleeping over, something that rarely happened since the doctor often insisted on sleeping in the tardis, they all awoke to screaming. As both Mickey and Jackie were frantically trying to find out what was happening, they watched as rose slipped out of her own room and into the one the Doctor was staying in. She had never even opened her eyes. Within moments of her entering the room the screaming became whimpers and then stopped. They weren’t proud of it when they both looked through the crack the open door at left. When they saw the two sharing a bed, his head resting on her shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, all while her arms were wrapped around him as well - her face buried in his bed head. Something for them clicked. This wasn’t just some run of the mill hook up session or even a dating one. This ran so much deeper between the two of them. As quietly as possible they closed the door and went back to bed. Neither ever said anything to the others. But they knew.

When River became a player in his life, and later his wife, many will say he had moved on or forgotten Rose. But that was never the case. River knew everything about Rose. She knew of what they were, and what they still were even with dimensions between them. But just like Rose, River saw the Doctor as who he truly was. Not just who he showed the worlds he traveled to and from. She accepted him, and in turn she also accepted Rose. She was never jealous of her, nor upset with what they shared. She knew where she stood but she also knew where he stood. She also knew that it would all be okay, because as sad and terrifying as it would be - if the doctor were to die she knew that no dimensional barrier would be able to keep those two separated, plus when she passed, when her time was right, she also knew she would finally get to meet the woman who saved the doctor.

This is not to say they weren’t lovers, or dating, or more. But they were also something so much more important to one another. They were a missing piece of the others soul. Something you can live without, but you are never truly living unless you have it. River Song was his heart, oh but Rose Tyler? She was his soul. She kept him alive, kept him fighting, she made him kind and passionate while also protective beyond measures. She saved him, even after she was gone. It’s why she was “The Moment” and why if he asked to see someone he liked the tardis would show him her, would show him of their adventures together. He would trade anything to be with her again, her heartbeat pressing rapidly into his fingers on her wrist, but if all he would get was an afterlife with her - with everyone he missed. He would take it, he just hoped she’d be able to take care of them all until he could meet her there.

[jajasmiinee]

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“ TOO ” SKINNY - STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

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warnings : fluff, cringe, bad grammar

english is not my first languange so i'm terribly sorry if there's any english error

y/n

nick

chris

matt

marylou

( side note : readers are 19, the triplets is 21 !! )

enjoyy

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you're a quite skinny person. but the people at your school always pick on you. they always say that you're “too” skinny which made you're more insecure about yourself

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your brother just came back from LA and you're at the table. eating. again..

"hey mom!" one of your older brother, chris spread his arm wide to hug y'all mom

"hey there kiddo" nick kisses your forehead "heyy" you replied with a smile "what are you eating?" matt ask politely "ramen" you replied with a sweet smile "again? didn't you eat ramen yesterday while you're on call with us?" chris was shocked. well it's not because of your weight, it's because he was worried if you had too much ramen

"your sister has been... eating quite a lot lately. i'm not commenting about how much she eats though! i mean like, she eats too much. she even sometimes threw up because of how much she ate. it's making me worry.." marylou whispered to matt. not wanting for you to felt bad of her words "really mom? it's okay. we're gonna talk to her. don't worry" matt wink. I want him to trust him completely "of course"

"whatever" you rolled your eyes at chris words. "wow this kid really grew up huh?" chris is quite surprised by your actions but he doesn't really care though. he know that you didn't actually mean it.

you went upstairs to your room while matt, nick and chris follow you quietly into your room. when you finally sat down on your bed you finally realized they're following you. "are you okay, dove?" matt ask, sitting beside you "yeah. why?" you raised an eyebrow in confusion "don't lie to us, kid. we know about your 'too' much eating" chris scoffs "yea, mom told us about how you've been eating lately. you know that make us including mom worry right?" nick asking politely. he knows that you didn't like to get yelled at

"why don't you tell us what's been bothering you" matt stroke your hair gently "yea. well, let me guess, you got insecure about your body because people at your school won't stop talking shit about your own body hm?" your eyes widen by chris guess. the fact that he's not wrong "does that ring a bell?" nick laugh. "yea. people been telling me that i'm 'too' skinny. most of them even called me a walking skeleton. especially most of my classmates" you confess. tears rolled down you cheeks to you chin

"aww don't cry dovee" matt giggles when pulling you into a tight hug. "you need to eat less you know? it's unhealthy. besides, even if you're 'too' skinny, you're still 1000% better than them. bet they don't have a prettier face, eyes, hair, hands, body like yours" nick pat your head slowly. "now, how about we watch a movie yea?" "thanks guys. you helped me so much" you say while chris is wiping your tears "of course! we're siblings!" the laugh echoes the house. you love it when you finally get to hang out with your brothers after a long time when they're at LA

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[tinyshe]

For the month of The Sacred Heart of Jesus, I’ve been trying to reblog and post more of Sacred Heart. The problem with the reblogs is (pardon the expression) the secular garbage that is labeled as Sacred Heart crowds out the true Sacred Heart. Feast of Sacred Heart is coming up, can we pump it up a bit? I see people wanting to ‘reclaim’ the month so lets get some action on tumblr making the Sacred Heart of Jesus rise above the secular noise.

[itsnotreal]

5 things you love about louis?

Only FIVE??? (in the voice of Louis saying ‘I’m on LIVE’)

[kaseysheart]

I posted a pic of a box with a new statue inside a week ago. This was the beast inside, Conker! 41cm high, 38 cm wide.