#happiness does exist

[atlas-cian]

More stuff about that silly AU. I still can't get a grasp on Josh's design... Anyways, the background was supposedly going to be the first page of a comic based on this AU that I'm making but I didn't like how it turned out. Damn. I love them.

[sentryvvorld]

I won’t even begin to express how happy I am that she has found the light at the end of the tunnel 💀😭. Good days are upon us. GOD IS GOOD. GOD IS REAL. 🤩🤞

[montystarotchild]

Good morning☀️

[phagit]

Me with my new found Crowley creating miracles during Aniventure Comic Con 2019 Sofia, Bulgaria by being the only Aziraphale and Crowley there. 💚 thought I'd post the series of varies pictures. Also my best friend has stated Aziraphale is cosplaying me 😭😇🤣

[1d-storybook]

Happiness Does Exist

Kathleen’s POV

Another day passed, another day gone. Another day closer to my death. Another day I can grow old alone. No one can ever love me, it’s impossible. I wish I can go back to the time before my parents even thought about having me; those were the better years. I didn’t exist, and I didn’t get hurt.

Oh great. They’re walking by. Niall Horan and Monica O’Lidden. The couple. She’s a huge bitch to me. She’s one of the reasons I don’t want to be on this earth anymore. I want—need to get out of Ireland.

“Hey, loser, nice outfit. Where’d you get it? Your brother’s closet?” Her remarks toward me always hurt the most.

She knows my brother committed suicide. The whole school knows. He got made fun of to the point where he couldn’t take it, and ended his life. Scott and I were always really close; as close as an eight year old can get to her 14 year old brother.

Of course, I was the one who found him hung in his closet that one school morning. I was so emotional ever since. I sat alone at lunch time, played recess by myself, and shut out the whole world. Because, Scott, was my world. He was my best friend. There are times I want to be with him so bad; I just want my brother back. But I know he never will; therefore, I’ve been suicidal since I was 13. Three years later, and this is how I get treated.

I never got made fun of until this year. The girls get meaner and meaner; especially Monica. Funny enough, she was my only friend when Scott left. She was the only one there for me, and I drove her away; like I said, I spent all my time to my lonesome.

“No, Monica.” My voice frail. I could barely hear myself.

“Miss your brother? Why don’t you go visit him.” she says, now her voice softer, “Permanently.”

That comment, made me pause in place with cringe. I got goosebumps all over my body; no one has ever implied that I kill myself. But I kept walking.

“Will that make you happy Monica? Maybe I will.” I say under my breath, not even bother to turn around to say it to her face. As I reply, I hear Niall stop walking and say to Monica, “Why would you say that? Why even make fun of her? You know, I lose more and more respect for you everyday, and telling her to kill herself draws the line. We’re done Monica.”

I frankly don’t care about Monica, or society for that matter, so I kept my head low with my hood up and one headphone in and keeping my pace balanced, yet slow enough to over hear Niall break up with Monica.

“But, Niall—” “No… Monica. That’s it.”

I can almost feel her pain. Actually I do, being rejected. Feels lovely doesn’t it, Monica?

I hear Niall slow jog to catch up with me, his footsteps becoming louder. He’s approaching. His touch against my shoulder makes me tingle all over my body. I immediately stop and turn around.

“What Niall?”

“I’m so sorry about Monica.”

I shrug him off me and turn around, so I can go home and obey Monica’s request.

“Don’t worry about it, Niall.”

Catching up with me, making me stop in place, “But I want to. No one deserves to be treated the way she treats you.”

I turn around to face him, “I do deserve it though—”

“NO, you don’t.”

How rude of him to cut me off.

“She was there for me when Scott wasn’t. But I was greedy. All I wanted was my brother, and I shut her out. End of story. It brings us to where we are today.”

“So even if you did that, it gives her absolutely no right to talk to you that way. Especially if she knew what a sensitive spot he is to you.”

His piercing blue eyes concentrate right into mine, leaving me almost speechless and distracted.

“Niall, please leave me alone.” I turn on my heel and begin to walk off,

“Kathleen, please let me help you.” He says following behind me,

“I don’t need help, Niall!” I shout at him, then I think aloud while beginning to turn back around away from him, “I need Scott,”

And at that same moment, Niall touches my shoulder again, this time gripping it harder, with more security, spinning me around and taking hold of me. I become tense and grip his wrists as he presses his fingers into my shoulders. But something in my mind told me to give him a chance; all tensions loosen up.

He opens his mouth as if to talk, but fools me with a deep breath first.

“Now, listen, I don’t know what it’s like to go through a great loss like that, but it must be tough.” He rubs his hands slowly with comfort up and down my arm but not daring to go near my elbow. “But you have to show the world, that you can be strong, you can take care of yourself. You are a beautiful girl, Kathleen.” He releases his left hand grip to take off my hoodie and caress my loose hair behind my ear. “Don’t let that go to waste.”

I got lost in those blue eyes of his, they’re so perfect. I’ve never been attracted to guys this easily, especially to Niall. But the way his bleached blonde hair is finding his natural brunette roots and is tousled with to a sexy intensity. The way he holds onto me makes me feel so safe, like there’s no worry in the world.

“Thank you, Niall, but really I must be getting home now,” I say in a hurry and start to rush off.

“I don’t trust you!”

I stop and turn around with my eyebrows raised. However, something about his rude honesty is brutally attractive.

He fumbles for words to correct himself, “I want to prove to you that what other people say doesn’t matter.”

“So, I shouldn’t listen to what you say? That was what I was planning on doing.” I turn around shutting him out the same way I shut out Monica,

“You know that’s not what I mean.” Damn, this boy won’t stop!

“Then, what do you mean, Niall?” I say, turning completely around to face him one more time.

“Let me please walk you home. Take you out. I’ll show you how to have a good time without worrying about Monica’s or anyone’s remarks!”

“I really don’t think so—”

“Please.”

For some reason his plead made me fall for him, hard. I’ve never liked a boy before. Niall and I have never talked to each other until just now, and he knew how to talk to me. He made me feel safe and secure. I love the way he’s confident with what he says, even if it rudely interrupts me.

I sigh, “Fine.”

That smile! That gorgeous, contagious smile! “This way, ma’am” he says in a funny tone gesturing toward the direction I was walking.

For once in my life.. I’m happy.

Bless that soul that made me happy again.

[radiant-ash]

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you guise. I'm happy in life right now. No, beyond. It's more then happiness. It's actually being content. I love my life and everyone in it. Especially my boyfriend. <3

[altik-0]

Holy shit graphics

So I bought my computer Monday, spent most of Wednesday assembling it, yesterday morning installing software, and the rest of yesterday and most of today downloading stuff (because apparently my wireless connection is bad in my room - WHY CAN I NO HAVE ETHERNET? D: ). Hence, I just barely got a chance to start playing a game about an hour ago.

Holy shit Deus Ex is fucking beautiful.

Apparently I needed a high end graphics card in my life years ago. ;A;

[indian-dreamer]

"Screw it. I want you to be mine. Raquel, will you be my girlfriend?"

Of course I said yes:D Ayayay