#half empty

[suns-ashes]

Zelda the Xoloitzcuintle

[floridaboiler]

[sinnabonka]

some stories are not like others, and Half Empty is the half of my heart, truly. it was the hardest thing I ever did, and hey, I birthed a human 7 months ago, but it still stands. sometimes I think this story is my peak creation, I literally cannot outdo myself, but I shall hope, or it’s a bleak future for me deep sigh

I got lots of comments on it, I saw every single one, replied to some, because time and war got in the way, but some comments are not like others too

and here’s one that I want carved on the inside of my retinas

You mentioned you follow me, kind heart, and if you see this post come say hi 🥹

[little-ghostgirl-31]

Proof it’s half empty

[raging-violets]

Half Empty // Big Time Rush // Kiley

A/N: Slightly inspired by State Champs' song 'Half Empty'. But also explores the part of Kiley lore that I haven't worked on/shown a lot, the start of Kiley's confusion/miscommunication on their feelings for each other. So it's fluffy but a little angsty. This is set in 3x02 BTReturns. Can be seen as a companion piece to Around The World and Back.

(*Gif doesn't really have anything to do with the prompt, it was just a good one of the fc showing she was outside).

Was it normal to be this happy, this excited, this anxious to see someone after three months when you weren’t dating them?

Was it normal to be filled with butterflies and moths and fluttering wings of birds as the seconds counted down to seeing each other?

Was it normal to feel that way about your best friend?

Was it normal to feel like you were going to burst out of your skin if you weren’t able to blurt out everything you’d been holding back from your text messages and phone calls because you wanted to have the conversation face to face?

Was there something wrong with her, feeling like her entire system was about to bubble over with each glance Kendall sent her way, each smile, each touch between the two of them that hadn’t been questioned before?

Like the fitting in of the final puzzle piece, the correct key that fit the lock, the nervousness of feeling that everything was right?

Was it normal to be laughing that hard at the misfortune that had befallen Kendall on tour with a fan that had been a little too excited and overwhelmed to see Big Time Rush live?

 Probably not, but Riley couldn’t help but wrap her arms around her stomach, sides and abs stinging with convulsions through her hysterical laughter.

Sitting beside her, so close that the heat that radiated from him was hotter than the sun, Kendall calmly waited for her to finish. Sides pressed together so closely that’d become the norm between them. With his arms on his upraised knees, swinging a soda can from his fingertips, Kendall glanced at her then glanced away as she continued.

“It's not that funny."

"It’s so that funny!" Riley denied, wiping tears from her eyes. She continued giggling quietly, enough for Kendall to start smiling, dimples on full display.

"Okay, well, it wasn’t funny at the time.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t.”

“It actually really hurt!”

"I mean, I know fans can be bloody crazy, but even that’s too aggro for me." She finally stopped giggling but kept grinning. "She really bit you?"

"Leaned forward and took a big bite," Kendall agreed.

A beat of silence stretched between them. Riley’s blue eyes lit up with mischief, her gaze darting from his face to his stomach and back before she eagerly asked, "Can I see?"

"No!"

The two then started to laugh at his outburst, leaning against each other as they did so. Every time they started to calm down, they'd look at each other and another spark would fly, making them laugh all over again.

Finally, they relaxed into a comfortable silence. Kendall ran a hand through his hair to shake it out while Riley pulled her legs up to brush sand off her ankles.

"She really just leaned over and took a bite?"

"I don't know how many more times I can explain that to you, Riles. It didn’t leave a mark or anything, so I really can’t prove it. But it happened!"

“Like that whole MI6, wanting to control the moon, spy thing.”

“Yes!” Kendall’s eyes grew wide at the emotion thrown into his voice. “That happened, too!” He held up his hands. “But I guess I’m never going to convince you of that, either.”

Riley nose wrinkled. “Gustavo really needs to work on your guys' security."

"We didn't have security." A sarcastic smile came to his face. "Gustavo and Kelly put so much into the promotion for our tour we couldn't afford to have Freight Train or his friends to come along with us."

"Mm. I reckon bloke’s too cheap to foot the bill, yeah?"

"You're probably right."

Riley matched his smile, looping her arms around her upraised knees. She leaned forward, pressing her cheek against her knees as she smiled at him. She listened as the waves below crashed on the shore of the beach, barely covering the shrieks and squeals of their friends as they ran back and forth along the foaming water.

It had been a great surprise; a party on the beach to welcome Big Time Rush back from their first big tour…though Carlos did mistake at first that the beach had been bought for them and was now a private beach.

And all the while Riley felt more like herself and unlike herself at the same time. To say she was excited to see her friends again was an understatement. Big Time Rush had grown to be an even bigger part of her life than she anticipated, quickly moving to be some of her best friends. More than that, her family.

It was a nice feeling; one she hadn’t felt in so long that she almost didn’t recognize it. The exact same she felt just by sitting next to Kendall, his arm gently brushing against hers.

Happy.

"What?" Kendall's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"What?" Riley repeated, turning to look at him, finding him already staring at her, a peaceful smile on his face. She felt her cheeks flush under his gaze, taking in the way he was looking at her. It was the way he always looked but…something about it was different. Nice.

He shrugged. "You just looked like you were deep in thought," Kendall said.

"I guess I was."

"Penny for them?"

"You can't afford it, Hockey-Head."

"Well, either way you look different." His eyes narrowed just slightly. “Funny.”

That got her interested. "How so?"

"I don't know."

"Happy?" She guessed.

Kendall grinned. "Yeah, that's it. You look happy."

"I am."

"Because we're back, right?"

Riley smirk-smiled before she could stop herself.

“Did you miss me?” He continued to tease.

"If I missed you, I'd need better aim," she teased in reply.

Smiling, Kendall rolled his eyes. "I didn’t miss that while I was gone. I should’ve seen it coming."

"Yeah, you should've." She gently jostled him with her shoulder, a movement he returned.

"You're not funny."

She made a show of tossing a pigtail over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m hysterical,” she quickly replied. He rolled his eyes again. "Yeah," she said, finally answering his question. "I missed you."

“Really?” He suddenly looked bashful, lowering his head.

“Really.” Riley agreed. Then she shook her head and said, "You're one of a kind, Hockey-Head."

"I missed you, too."

Riley felt herself perk up at his statement.

She opened her mouth to get the words out, then closed it again. The butterflies were still there. The moths and the birds, all fluttering and flapping their wings. No one was around to tease, no one was even looking at them to make it harder. There were no interviewers asking questions, no fans speculating, she didn’t have an overbearing and abusive manager breathing down her neck wanting to know and control everything going on in her life.

She was safe.

But…

Now that he was back, they had plenty of time, right? Why rush it?

Riley chewed her lower lip, tapped her fingers along her arm before starting to rub it. Brought her hand up to scratch her forehead, keeping him from seeing the smile that slowly worked its way onto her face.

The butterflies and moths and birds slowly faded away, turning into crashing waves that settled deep within her. Half empty. Lean one way and she’d splash blissfully down into the watery depths that’d cushion her and help her float along with the new waves that’d be created. Lean the other and she’d wind up crashing against the sharp pointy rocks that’d warn her not to go that way again.

Taking a deep breath, Riley steeled herself, ready to take the plunge.

Then they heard Mrs. Knight’s shouting and realized two things at once, that it was time for them to leave and go home, and that so much time had passed since they started talking. Hours, probably, if she had to guess.

Shoulders sagging in disappointment, Riley stood and brushed off the sand that stuck to her. She waited for Kendall to do the same before they started to walk back to the others. She’d managed to ignore the other addition to the group that day, Lucy, for most of the day, but couldn’t as they headed to the group. James had invited her at the last minute as he explained he needed a different venue other than the Palm Woods to woo her. (Yes, he did actually say ‘woo’).

And it annoyed her more than she thought it would.

Primarily, after Kendall explained what’d happened to have her come along, rolling his eyes along James’s antics, something she hadn’t felt in a long time struck Riley.

The ugly, sneering, green eyed monster cleverly disguising itself as anxiety in the sudden thought that Kendall would be interested in anyone else.

So, it came as a surprise to her as they walked along that the words that slipped out of Riley’s mouth wasn’t what she’d wanted to tell Kendall for months on end, but an observation of the last few hours, “She likes you, you know.”

Kendall looked at her, eyebrows coming together.

She looked directly back at him. “Lucy.”

“She doesn’t like me,” Kendall said almost immediately.

Riley’s eyebrows twitched upwards as she crossed her arms. That should’ve been something she was happy to hear. But he’d said it so fast…almost as if someone had something to him about it before.

And she’d watched them enough, recognized some of what she would call a ‘mating call’ of sorts in Lucy’s interactions to Kendall in her own interactions with him. She knew it when she saw it.

“And anyway, I’m not interested in her,” Kendall continued.

Riley’s eyebrows lowered then. Still, that shaking feeling wasn’t leaving her. “You’re not?” She asked instead.

“No, I, uh…” Kendall brought up his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, well, we’re just friends. I don’t really know her.”

“So? You didn’t really know Jo and you liked her.”

“And look how that ended up. We fought all the time!”

“True.”

“And…I want to be with someone who I know well. Like, really well. Y’know, like, my best friend or something.” He glanced at her, pausing in rubbing the back of his neck. She looked back at him. “What do you think? That’s not…weird, is it?”

“No, it’s not weird,” Riley quickly reassured him. “That’s usually the way you want it to go, yeah? Why not be with someone who’s your friend?” Her eyes shifted once more before lifting to look up at Kendall through her eyelashes. “Is Lucy your friend?”

A strange expression suddenly flashed across Kendall’s face. “I mean, we hang out at the Palm Woods. But she’s always testing us with weird things, always playing weird mind games and stuff. She’s cool, though. She’s a great guitar player and really pushes us. I guess we’re friends.”

Riley lowered her gaze. “Then, I guess it’s a matter of whether you think the risk is worth it, yeah? Because once you cross the line of friendship into liking someone or wanting to date them, then you’re not friends anymore, so…if you value the friendship, you have to decide if the risk is worth it. In this case, I don’t know if it’s something you can come back from.”

“Right.” Kendall nodded. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

They looked at each other and smiled.

Reaching their friends, they gathered their things together, half listened as Gustavo barked their orders of what needed to be done at work the next day, they went their separate ways.

Each still with that smile on their face that faded as their steps away from each other increased.

Each with a distinct feeling there had been a monumental shift in their relationship.

What had started out as an excitement to see each other again, to start something new, had faded away into the swirling confusion of the question, “What just happened?”

@partiallypearl @ceruleanmusings

[lightfromthelighthouse]

Good Morning!☀

For thus saith the LORD, Ye shall not see wind, neither shall ye see rain; yet that valley shall be filled with water, that ye may drink, both ye, and your cattle, and your beasts. 2 Kings 3:17

Is the glass half empty or half full? The answer, of course, depends on your viewpoint. If you are an optimistic person, you may say half full. If you are of a more negative bent, you may say half empty. This, however, is not be the right question to ask.

The question to ask is, "Can the glass be refilled so that it is full again?" For the Christian, the answer is yes!

Israel was in quite a predicament. They were going to war but on the way had run out of water. They stopped to inquire of God by the prophet Elisha. God let them know that there would be enough water for man and beasts even though they would feel no wind or see no rain. As so it was.

Whether half full or half empty, God can refill your glass. He is not satisfied with half. He can and will fill it to overflowing!

[aki-bara]

But only if you do the dishes and put the laundry away

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

[emptytprolls]

16/06/2025

[l-t-i]

Mondayssssss

I have a love/ hate relationship with them.

Love because it’s a new day full of unknown.

Hate because it’s a new day full of unknown. I guess it’s kind of like looking at the glass half empty vs half full kinda thing……

[suns-ashes]

[rom-30]

“There’s an objective answer” enjoyers when you don’t tell them the starting state of the cup, or when you ask them to consider a theoretical cup that is being simultaneously filled and emptied at the same rate:

Also, it CANNOT be both half-full and half-empty simultaneously. If you truly believed that the terminology depends on the starting state, then when presented with a random cup at 50% fullness (phrasing it like this to avoid bias) and asked whether it is half-full or half-empty, you would have to admit that you don’t know, unless you saw it being filled/emptied or were otherwise presented proof of its starting state. Your options are to claim knowledge you don’t have, or to abandon the starting-state-based worldview.

Of course, there are context clues we can use to make educated guesses at the starting state, (e.g. soft drinks at a restaurant will usually be half-empty, because if they’re half-full they’re probably in the process of being refilled and will likely not stay so for long) but what will you do when a maniac shows up who only half-refills his drink?

Better to avoid all the mental calculus of figuring out which case is more likely and just pick one based on your mood, or at random

(/lh, this is how I have fun)

I find it kind of stupid how 'half full' vs 'half empty' is framed as an optimist/pessimist thing. If it starts full and gets halfway drained, it's half empty. If it starts empty and gets halfway filled, it's half full. If you don't know the starting state it's both simultaneously.

[juststanveggietales]

Has anyone else ever thought about the cup being half full and half empty but gotten mad because for something to be half of one thing there must be another half?? Like if it’s half full it is ALSO half empty and vice versa. The cup can contain both at the same time.

[sinnabonka]

Surprising realization of the week is that “half empty” healed my soul and my heart and I don’t really need to read any destiel anymore. For over a decade I was searching for closure that the show failed to give me, and at the end it was me who gave myself peace 🥹

[surgeonssturgeon]

THE GLASS IS HALF FULL IF YOU POUR THE WATER IN HALFWAY

THE GLASS IS HALF EMPTY, IF IT WAS ONCE FULL BUT THEN HALF THE WATER WAS REMOVED

THINK PEOPLE, THINK !!!

[tobeholyistobeempty]

hey so since i’m in the season of ovulation here is degrading simon riley feeding my size kink. i’m not ok send regrets. 18+

“beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

——-

yeah. you’ve pushed it. simple as that.

and god, you knew better. you really did. but some might say you’re a sucker for punishment. others might say you’re a masochist.

you think it’s probably a bit of both, when it comes to simon.

maybe it’s because he’s a big mean brute. emotionless. big ol wall of mass and muscle. tough bloke like him don’t feel a thing, yeah? at least in your mind. makes it easy to needle - easy to poke and prod and toss little jabs about his eyes or mask or whatever slivered sign of life he might be displaying that day.

he’s contractually obligated not to kill you, might you add. that brings a level of safety you got comfortable with.

but what you didn’t get comfortable with — what you couldn’t possibly ever get comfortable with, is the size of him in your fucking guts. the growl of him in your ear. the clutch of him around your throat.

even big dead-eyed men like simon have a limit. and by the grace of god, you’d found it. the bottom of this particular mine shaft, if you will—

“y’alright down there?” his voice is slick. fuckin slick with glee. a first for him, you’re sure. “still with me, sweet’eart?”

you can practically feel the smirk barring those teeth to your neck. you try to toss something smart assed back, something to keep it goin, but he’s got your wrists pinned behind your back and his cock stretchin your walls in a way that screams he shouldn’t even be able to fit — yet you’re clenching around him like you’d die without it.

all that comes outta you is a moan.

and he laughs. bastard. fuckin filthy rasp right against your ear. “tha’s what i thought. mm. s’what i fucken wanted.”

your eyes roll. he’s so deep your hips hurt. he presses a palm between your shoulder blades to pin you harder to the floor of his barracks. all that pent up aggressions got you leakin down your thighs. pathetic. humiliating. delicious.

“tha’s it. fucken stunned now, yeah?” he thrusts deeper. free hand smacking your ass til it stings. “always mouthin off. startin shit—fuck—y’knew what this was. you’ve always known what’d it take t’shut you up.”

you hiccup when he hits your gspot. over and over. so goddamn good it hurts. “fuck—fuck you—“

“yeah. y’are.” his hips jerk, hissing against the back of your neck. “feelin every inch of me, aren’t you? go on. fuckin tell me how i feel. wanna hear y’say it.”

you bite your tongue. squeeze your eyes shut. he fucks deeper. harder.

“say it.” another smack to your ass.

“big—“ you gasp, choking on it. “fucking—huge—“

he growls like you’ve fed him. “tha’s right. eight inches buried so deep in your tight little cunt y’forgot how to lie.”

youve never heard him talk like this and all you can do is whimper - the airs gone thin. every inhale is like sandpaper scratching at your throat. every thrust is like being punched open. and when every sound you make comes out as something pathetic you know you’ve lost.

you twist your head to try and adjust for reprieve but he fists your hair to still you. “y’wanna tell me again you can’t take it? huh? wanna tell me m’too big?”

he is. he totally is. but it’s delicious pain. makes your eyes water and your walls flutter. something about you can’t help but egg him on.

“s-shut up—“

he slams forward. breath cuts sharp against your neck. “wrong answer.”

you jolt. cry out. the heat is a wildfire across your skin. “s-si-mon—“

“try again.” he breathes, curling his fingers from your hair to your jaw. “or i’ll just keep pushin till y’feel it in your fuckin spine.”

he makes good on the promise with a bruising thrust. you wail with it. vision blurring blue. “fuck! fuck i wanted this—but you’re so—you’re too—fuck please—“

and it’s that last little word. the syllables that slip past your teeth presenting pleas on a silver platter, that make him moan. fucking moan.

“oh yeah. shit. now we’re gettin somewhere.” he exhales with it, shifting just to drag at your walls and angle deeper. “beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

you long to tell him to shut up, fuck off, goto hell — any other circumstances you might have. but the first fuck with simon riley after months of pushing and prodding ain’t one to be won. you’ll be lucky to walk tomorrow. the monster can only be poked so many times before it wakes with vengeance.

[pep-the-artemis]

"is the glass half full or half empty?"

shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.

this conversation is dumb, half empty is such a nonsensical thing to say.

Is 0.5 half of 1 or half of 0; I fucking wonder.

Take a full glass, remove half of it, see what you get.

Take an empty glass, remove half of it, what the fuck?!

and don't get me started on realists

"umm actually its both", centrist cuck

"its actually half full of water and half full of oxygen", yes we all know about air you arrogant fucker, it came free with our respiratory system. News flash buddy, THAT'S NOT WHAT THE QUESTION WAS ASKING.

In all seriousness this question isn't about if you're a pessimist or optimist (nice dichotomy idiot, what lies outside it (don't say realist, i will crucify you)) but instead if you view the null state of the glass to be containing water or not. For instance if you're emptying a bowser, you'd say half empty but if you filling one up you'd say half full. A stationary body would be considered half full though the water is of whats importance and what is measured (the empty space is irrelevant). Since its assumed due to lack of stating, the liquid in the glass is in a stationary state thus is half full