A blog about life
when I learned what love really was
I saw it in the eyes of my journalism professor
while he told us about how he had to watch his wife
get eaten alive by Alzheimer’s
I went to email him that day, after class
to tell him how sorry I was
to tell him that my grandma had to do the same thing
for my grandpa
I couldn’t type out the words after I saw his email address
she died 20 years ago
and his email was still their full house
with laughing, bickering children
and a turkey roasting in the oven
20 years, and he kept the cold
from coming inside
he kept the fire warm, the bed made, the pictures dusted
and I cried like a baby
let the tears splash angry
into the gaps of my keyboard
if I never saw it again in my life
that was love
that was the most honest thing I’d ever seen
to keep someone alive
to do so consciously and reverently
without pain or agony
to tell a group of students who are strangers to you
that you’ve seen God and you’ve seen your wife
and you still choose her, every time email | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
Anonymous asked: Ward says some horrible things to Skye under the Beserkka staff, although she says she forgives him, she starts to withdraw from him. He realises how much he hurts her when he overhears sky telling Simmons about her time in the orphanage. He goes to apologise, Skye makes him work for it.
After May walked away from Ward, Skye moved over to him. “Hey, Grant,” she said, using his first name for a sense of familiarity and companionship. “How’re you doing?”
He spun and swung at her, just like he had at May, but she wasn’t as fast at dodging. She jerked backwards as his fist impacted her cheek, making a low noise of pain, and put a hand to her face.
“Idiot!” he exclaimed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing sneaking up on me?!”
Anonymous asked: Skyeward prompt: Ward has amnesia and assumes he and Skye are married.
Okay first things first. I know this is entirely inaccurate to the medical field world so don’t shoot me over it… It’s a work of fiction and I throughly enjoyed writing this. Secondly this prompt let me explore many things… Also the fighting stuff… Yeah… winged that too…
Under the cutting this because it’s a freaking long fic.
I love how we’re all just not discussing the fact that we know Joss Whedon is gonna kill someone tragically in Agents of Shield, and in Avengers 2. We’re like the way-too-trusting parents of an addict.
"Ok Joss, if you say you’re done with killing our favourite characters, we believe you"
This is a mystery that perplexes me entirely.
don’t look at me like that
I’m so mad at how well this goes.
THIS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MY ENTIRE NIGHT HAS JUST BEEN MADE
Will you be the John to my Sherlock?
Will you be the Cas to my Dean?
I’ll be Kirk and you can be Spock
And we’ll beat all the other tag teams
You’re the Ginny to my Harry
The Hermione to my Ron
John Winchester to Mary
Carry on my Wayward Son
You’re the Katniss to my Peta
And the Hazel to my Gus
The Derek to my Stiles
And the Rachel to my Ross
You’re the Scott to my Isaac
And Kim Possible to Ron
You’ll be the Spike to my Buffy
By the end of this song
The Cecil to my Carlos
And the Sam to my Gabe
You’re the Doctor to my TARDIS
Cause you are sexy, babe
You’re the Harkness to my Ianto
The Tony to my Steve
the 10 to my Rose
Which I would never leave
The Thor to my Loki
The Crowley to my Hell
The Will to my Hannibal
The Beast to my Bell
You’re the John to my Sherlock
And the Cas to my Dean
I’m Kirk and you are Spock
And We’re the best OTP
if someone sang this to me there is a 310% chance i wiould marry them