I prefer readers not to be able to figure out who will end up with who from the get-go (not that there’s anything wrong with that, if it’s your thing) and in order to do that, you have to have a pretty large cast of characters and a set of complex interactions which will inevitably be deemed a “love triangle” even if it isn’t.
—  Cassandra Clare about ‘love triangles’

aklımızdakiler - 2:

1- konuşacak hiçbir şey bulamazsak senin çekik gözlerinden konuşalım.

2- bazı geceler gereğinden fazla uzun olabiliyor.

3- klavyemin u tuşu hala sorunlu. 

4- parfüm değil, ten kokusu.

5- yapılı değil, karışık saç.

6- civcive karşı duruşumu önceki seride belirtmiştim, tekrarlamakta fayda görüyorum. zira civcivi gördüğünüz yerde ezikleyiniz. böylesi makbuldür.

7- sabahları kahvaltı etmeden evden çıkmıyorum.

8- kahvaltı etmeye gidiyorsam bile kahvaltı etmeden çıkmıyorum. 

9- kahvaltıdan daha güzel olan şey sayısı gerçekten az. bir daha düşündüm, maalesef öyle.

10- borusana girmiş çalışıyor esprisini 1 ay süreyle gönlünüzce yapabilirsiniz. 1 ay kafi, bokun çıkarmayın. sırayla yapmayın hep birlikte yapın, olsun bitsin.

11- eksiksizse, güzel midir?

13- 

14- insanın çocuğunun adını koyması bence yetiştirmekten daha büyük bir sorumluluk. işin rengi orada belli oluyor. 

15- mesela yarın saçınızı öbür tarafa tarasanıza bi? 

17- sinirliyim birazcık, çünkü enayilikte doz aşımına tahammülüm kalmıyor bazen. kendiminki dahil.

18- malezya’da da yaşanır lan. git lan Hande. inşallah gidersin. sigigitt!!

19- aman herşeyi de sormayıvereyim.

20- anneme çiçek aldım ne biçim de mutlu oldu.

21- O DENİZYILDIZI İÇİN FARKETTİ.

22- motivasyonel.

23- çoban yıldızı.

24- çomar.

25- golden retriever alcam adını da karabaş koycam. elitliği gitsin halk köpeği olsun. zengin çocuğunu kaçırıp dilendiren erol taş gibiyim. AYOL O ÇOCUK DİLENEMEZ BECEREMEZ DÜZ FAKİRLERDEN SEÇ EROL, sırf zul, sırf kıllık.

26- murat ve kürek. hala beynimdeki bağlantıyı çözemiyorum.

27- şahbaz diye bir kelime var, keşke her gün kullanabilsek. keşke böyle fırsatlarımız hep olsa.

28- roooooksen. yu don hef tu pud onn redd layytt

29- e sonra da put on the reed layt diyor! roksen horosp olmasın da nolsun, eeh skerim böyle işi demiş ekmeğini eline almış.

31- bir şeyler eksik. yine bir şeyleri unuttum.

32- nelere inandık ya. şunu bi düşünsenize. ben 24 senede baya saçma şeylere inandım, bir kısmına inanmaya da devam ediyorum.

33- en nihayetinde saat beş trafiği diye bir gerçek var. burada istediğim edebiyatı parçalayayım, ahmet abiyle servisin ön koltuğunda sigara içiyoruz yine akşamları. pavırtürk dinliyoruz.

34- yüzyüzeyken konuşuruz, iyi.  

35- acil bir iş.

36- ispanyol meyhanesinde öldüğümüzü kimse bilmesin. 

37- yok ben bu gece (artık sabah olmuş, 5.52) sizi eğleyemeyeceğim. bir tuhaf, bir takım gariplikler var.

38- illüminatlı börek.

41- hayır, sen anlattın da ben dinlemedim mi? hep dinledim ki. dinlemediğim azdır.

42- en kötü çiçekle konuşurum. o da çok yorgunsam.

43- bazen içimden başka biri karnımı deşip çıkacak gibi. 

44- bipolar bir gün geçiriyoruz.

46- karma yok. yine de temkinli olmakta fayda var.

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True Blood and their filler episodes, but, being 1/3 of the way through the season, we had to expect 06.03 ‘You’re No Good’ to be just that, filler. 

I think we might all agree that there must be something toxic in the air in Louisiana, Because everyone has seemingly lost their damn minds. Eric is ridiculously out of character, Sookie seems bored, Alcide and the wolves are just gross and the epitome of idiotic, Pam is acting less like Pam and more like sheep, I’m just confused. There are a lot of things that can explain their odd behavior, I’m going to default to they’ve all had a pretty shit couple of years. 

But seriously, I’d like to see some in-character action. 

Here is the rundown of the major points of the episode:

  • Eric makes a move to rape-kill Willa, the Governor’s daughter, she stops him and tells him she has information, about experiments, which end up revealing this long devious plan of Genocide proportions for the vampire. Willa is still alive, and apparently got a thing for vampires, tried to steal some viking blood, which then led to the best sucking of fingers I’ve ever seen.
  • Sookie is in trouble, again (hey! She’s sick of it too) But the forefront of her mind is two things, one: Her very hurt brother, who refuses to go to the hospital (last we see, he could be dead, and that’s just really sad. Apparently the True Blood writers love to torture Sookie) and, also in true Sookie fashion (she kind of is the only one in-character) Sookie makes time for a little romance, coy looks from the wayward half fairy hybrid guy she found randomly on the side of the road… and has still not asked “What the hell were you doing on the side of a deserted road in a place you aren’t from?" Cause all past signs point to ‘good relationship choices Sookie' Ugh, moving on. 
  • Andy’s daughters are teens, Holly is starting to warm to him again, and his daughters are adorably mischievous, he still hasn’t named them.
  • Pam is still blindly following Eric, even though all instincts point to ‘Her maker is currently suffering from a mental breakdown or something.. cause what the fuck Eric?” Tara says ‘Fuck this shit’ and takes Willa to try and save her life. Pam and Eric go I Dream of Genie, out the window. 
  • Two shout outs!! Ginger!! Heh, “Does this mean we’re not fuckin?” I never thought I’d be jealous of Ginger, but we know she’s had Pam and Eric, and damn if that doesn’t sound magnificent. 

    Second shout out! Sarah Fucking Newlin, ok, she’s my favorite female villain on True Blood, and I can’t really call her a villain, yet. And damn girl with the big hair!
  • Alcide, (can you hear the collective fandom sigh?) I don’t know if it’s cause he’s in a position he never wanted, or because he hasn’t learned how to manage being alpha yet (it has only been a few days) but his ‘number one bitch' is acting completely crazy, and Alcide just growls a lot while his entire pack attacks a bunch of human kids… I don’t even know.. 
  • Bill, I don’t even know what’s happening here, all I know is we need to ignore the ‘vampire in the sun and their reaction’ rules again. And after Bill declares Sookie ‘dead to him’ because she wouldn’t let him take her blood, (gosh Sookie, how rude of you to not want to donate your blood to a crazy-ass vampire).He runs into Andy, and well figures out he’s got Fairy daughters, and ugh, we can all see where this is going.

Overall, a decent episode, but definitely a filler. Which, honestly, makes me a bit sad because we only have 10 episodes this season, so I really want every episode to move the plot forward and this episode was very stalling.

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To This Day - Shane Koyczan


When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

Supernatural 06.03 The Third Man

Gory episode is go.

This hooker takes a long ass time to get dressed.

Sam just kicks the door down, and Dean is like “Dude! I am the one who does that.”

Someone remind Cas to wipe the kid’s memory after that.

Did Cas pickpocket Dean for the holy water?

One day I will have the courage to fake my own death and start my life somewhere new.

Think Dean and Sam saved that salt? It is a lot of salt.

The soul is the boy’s own. He is free to go to Hell now.

You ever notice how when Sam feels great it usually means something is terribly wrong with him?

Whoa, so MTV announced the Movie Awards nominations ...

And there is only 1 nomination for Breaking Dawn. Thank you, MTV.

Tom Hiddleston is nominated twice - yay - and I hope he and the Avengers will win.

Fingers crossed that there’ll be nominations for City of Bones next year!

Lists - 'Naughty Words' Lent '14

So, for Lent this year, my friend Matt and I have made a list of ‘naughty words’ we are not allowed to say or type. This are the rules:

  • You must be truthful about the list for the next 39 days.
  • You are not allowed to say, or type the words on the list.
  • You cannot use synonyms of any of the words: if the penalty for the specific synonym is not stated, it is 50p.
  • If you say/type two or more words in the list combined, next to each other (or within a near distance) in the same sentence, you will have to pay for two times the highest costing one.
  • You must keep track.

And the list of words;

Arse (and all related words): £1
Arsehole: £1.50
Balls (and all related words): 50p
Baps: 50p
Bitch: £1
Blast: £1
Bloody: 50p
Boobs (and all related words): £1
Bother: 50p
Bugger: £1
Chav: 50p
Crap: £5
Cunt: £2
Damn: £1
Dick (and all related words): £2
Fat (and all negative body-shape words, in context): £3
Fuck: £5
Gay (in context): £3
Ho(e): £1
Idiot/Loser/Lumucks: 50p
Klutz: £2
Midget/Midge: £4
Nigga: £3
NSS (No Shit Sherlock): £3
Piss: £1.50
Prick: £2
Queer: £2
Religion words used in a blasphemous way: £1.50
Retard (and all related words): £1.50
Sex Naughtiness: £1-2, cost voted on by other party in relation to its ‘naughtiness’
Shag: £1.50
Shit(e): £5
Slut: £1.50
Synonyms of Fuck: £2.50
Synonyms of Shit(e): £2.50
Under-developed/Runt: £1
Vagina (and all related words): £1.50
Wanker/Yob: £2.50
Whore (when not referring to Kieran): £2

Any money we make goes to charity. All of it. But we can’t not at all can do this.

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