I love being in college because there are no actual adults around so everyone is just going around bullshitting their way through basic tasks. Like I can be like “I think I got better from my cold because I ate an orange yesterday” and everyone is like “Yeah makes sense” and somebody could just be like “I’m gonna put my pillow in the washing machine to clean it” and everyone’s like “Sounds like a great idea John”
ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾
This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.
the sheer amount of Fucks Not Given in these photos is creating a Black Hole Of Ungiven Fucks, sucking in all the bullshit over the Fuck You event horizon and trapping it so the bullshit can’t escape. It’s gorgeous.
straight culture was decimated by this video
I’m the gay showing up to disrespect the troops
I lost it at “the Needle-dick’s parabola.”
The split second shot of them screaming in the forest is me as FUCK
reblog if you are also unapologetically bisexual
Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better
She has always grown up wearing her heart on her sleeve but gradually, Callie had learnt not to. She’d become cold almost, distant, impossible to reach unless you looked hard enough. She’d been soft, vulnerable and in turn, destroyed. So she became untouchable. Except, maybe to Arizona. Who could always, even now if she really wanted to, if she tried, reach her.
Eventually, Callie forced herself away from the woman in her arms, watching as Arizona wrapped her own arms around herself instead, protecting herself, keeping Callie out. It feels like a physical blow of pain.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.” Callie breathes out, finally, stumbling over her words as though she can’t get them out quick enough, letting them tumble into the open and hang there between them both.
The silence between them speaks far louder than any words ever could.
“Arizona.” Callie says her name as though they’ve never been apart. The same way she always whispered it. Between bed sheets, in the dark, when no one else was around. As though her lips were made to repeat the name over and over in the same way her soul does. Like a secret. Like it belonged.
“Stop it!” Arizona’s shout startles even herself, she can’t bare it any longer, can’t hold it inside. “Stop. Stop trying to go back in time, Calliope.”
“You know,” Callie ignores her, “every time you say my name like that, I remember how it sounded the first time. Not the first time you said it but the first time I heard it. You didn’t scream it, you didn’t even moan it, as such. You just whispered it, begged it. As though it was the only thing you would ever possibly need. You were sweaty and I’d traced every inch of your body. It glowed. Your hair stuck to your face, your hips were desperately moving from the bed and I couldn’t make you keep still. You were like a map. I had to follow you to find my way back, find my way home. I knew then, that first time, that you were home. That no other home would ever feel as right, as safe. I knew I would love you then. And I knew, somehow, that I’d never stop.”
“But you did.”
When Callie looks up at her ex-wife she sees the tears streaming down Arizona’s face, years’ worth of devastation she no longer has to pretend she doesn’t feel.
“Arizona, no. No. I never did. I never stopped loving you, even for a second. Even when I hated you, I loved you.”
“Just… Not enough.”
Reaching out to clasp a trembling hand, Callie shakes her head, desperately, “don’t you get it? Enough. So much more than enough, my love.”
Arizona lets her eyes fall to their entangled hands and her heart does something uncontrollable in her chest. She knows all too well though, that it is hope, in the end, that kills you.
“You walked away, Callio- Callie. Nothing will ever, nothing can ever be the same again. I gave you the best of me, I’m not about to give you what’s left as well.”
“If you don’t stop me, Arizona, I’m going to walk away. I’m going to leave Seattle without you. And you’re going to look for pieces of me in everybody you see. You’ll look for someone whose smile makes you lose your breath. Someone who infuriates you and irritates you in the most wonderfully miraculous ways. You’ll get a text and hope, every single time, that I’m the one that sent it. That I’m somewhere thinking of you as much as you’re thinking of me. You’ll keep jewellery that shouldn’t have any meaning to you anymore and yet it does. I’ll haunt you. And you’ll never get over it.”
“How do you know?” she can’t help but ask. She wants to know. She wants to know everything.
“Because that’s how I’ve felt every single day since we’ve been apart.”
She’s learnt not to wear her heart on her sleeve anymore. She wishes she’d remembered that tonight. Because the way her heart crumbles in her chest when she receives no response, when Arizona’s eyes remain glued to anywhere except her own, she knows not even the best surgeon in the world could fix.
So she does the only thing she can, the only thing she has left. She picks up her bag, silently, and she leaves. Knowing she’ll probably never come back. Not when the only reason she has to stay has already given up. Too much time has past, too much has been said and yet not enough at all.
It feels like hours but it’s mere seconds since she stepped out into the night, leaving the best part of herself behind.
“Callie!” Arizona screeches into the dark, her hair sticking to her face, breathing heavy in the pouring rain, “wait. Please, I- you have to wait.”
Callie stays with her back to her but anyway, in the rain it’s impossible to tell that her cheeks are covered in tears, “What!” She spins around quickly, “you think I want this, Arizona? I don’t want to want you. God, I’d do anything to let go. Penny is everything you aren’t. And that’s exactly the problem. I hate you! I hate you and I love you and you broke my freakin’ heart. So either love me back or let me the hell go, right now.
“You can’t just leave! Don’t, don’t leave. Calliope. Calliope. Please.”
Callie needs to speak. She needs to find words and form them with her lips, they both do. But they’re crying too hard and hurting too much and all they can do is pour everything into each other. So they do. Years of loving, desperation, anger, need, it’s melted onto lips as they soften into one, it’s thrown from tongues as they clash together. It shows in the way they grip each other in a vice like hold, it’s mirrored in the way neither care as the rain pours and thunder crashes somewhere in the distance.
“Please don’t run.” Arizona whispers somewhere into Callie’s mouth, letting it get lost in-between them.
“I’ll only run to you.”
THIS!!
I think this needs to be appreciated again! I’ve never loved a one shot as much as I love this one! 😩❤️
Thank you so much! That’s so lovely 😩❤❤❤
You’re very welcome! ❤️
“One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.”
— (via youwillgetbetterrr)
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
Koop
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
I am sorry…
I fucks with my moms too heavy to be playing games. REBLOG
Hell no.
Sorry
Sorry Hun I can’t risk this
I’m gettin so sick of this post 😐😐
3.7 mil and counting
I ain’t taking a chance.
Nope
Not risking it
Hell nah!
This is my love letter to you. Thank you for accepting me into this crazy Callie and Arizona world, thank you for loving them with me.
—It’s going to be okay. Breathe, let it out, let it go. It’s okay to let go of something you’ve held onto for so long when it’s no longer the thing you thought it was. It’s okay to let go of the bad, the pain, the anguish. Let go, remember the good, remember the good and never, ever, ever forget it. Just because something is over it doesn’t mean we forget, just because we have bad times it doesn’t mean we don’t cherish the good. We love, we love and we love. And we give thanks for all that we have had.—
This can’t be happening. Not again, not to them. Shootings in hospitals don’t happen twice - they don’t happen once to most people. But she isn’t most people. She’s the woman whose brother was a hero and all he got in return for his life was a flag. She’s the woman who got her dream grant in the same moment she found her dream woman. She’s the one who didn’t want babies and marriage but when she finally realised that she did, watched hopelessly as they were almost taken from her. She’s the one who’s plane falls from the sky, who learns to love her baby daddy and then has to learn to grieve for him. She’s the one who tells her wife that she is truly, uncontrollably in love with her and has to watch her walk away. Bad things happen and it always seems to be with her.
So of course there’s a gunman in her hospital. Her only saving grace this time is knowing that Sofia is safe at school and Callie is far, far away. The thought of watching the other woman stand in front of a weapon designed only to end life is something she cannot bare a second time, no matter how over they are.
So she waits. Curled up under a hospital bed, tears streaming down her face as she pretends the shots she can hear aren’t being fired at her friends.
She waits for it all to be over.
It’s so much longer this time, so much lonelier. It’s hours, almost a whole day before the hospital is released from lock down and they’re finally able to make the rounds, searching for those they love in the hope that everyone survived.
It doesn’t take her long to stumble across the crowd of people and she knows. She had known it earlier, felt it. Something awful had happened.
Pushing past, Arizona halts at the side of the bed, frozen to the spot amongst the strangers from other hospitals, volunteers, surgeons, working to save the life of her best friend. Reaching for a hand, April is barely conscious, in and out of awareness. Arizona doesn’t bother to hide her emotions, “I can’t lose anyone else, okay? Not one more person. So you live, April. Because I am waiting for you and Harriet is waiting for you and god, he doesn’t need you yet. Okay? We do. We need you. So you fight. You come back to us, April.”
Arizona watches, the last words she hears are from Jackson, begging her to live, telling her that he is waiting too. That they aren’t finished yet, she isn’t finished yet.
Arizona doesn’t want to be the one to tell him, but things often end before they’re finished and it doesn’t matter how much that rips your soul in two. She doesn’t say it, but she knows it. She thinks he probably does too.
None of them leave. They’re not in a fit state to try and help anyone, even themselves, but they have to stay together because it’s all they really have.
Except, these people aren’t her people. Some of them had been Callie’s people, some of them still were. But they had never been hers, not really.
She can’t help but wonder who’d have been here if she was the one in the hospital bed. Would they cry for her? Pray for her? Would they fight with all they had, because it was her?
Teddy, whose hand had stayed in hers the entire afternoon, she would always be her people. April, beautiful, kind, strong April, she would too. Alex too, the man she has grown to love much like the brother she lost. The rest, those she worked with every single day? She wondered would they care at all.
And she wondered, why did she stay? In a place where hallways are haunted by ghosts of people she had loved and lost, by should have, could have, would haves, what ifs and why nots. Did she stay because she liked it here? Or because the memories she clings to kept her alive? Maybe she stayed because the walls of this hospital held her every hope and dream and the loss of it tortures her every day. And maybe she thinks she deserves it.
She loved, she lost, she destroyed herself and she has no right at all to walk tall. Mark Sloan would tell her that himself.
She loved. She loved hard. But there’s no place for past tense here because she knows, for that women, for her and only her, it’s always present tense.
It’s a long while later before they learn that April is stable and it’s even longer before Arizona is allowed to see her. Her legs barley let her walk and she leans on the wall for a little support and relief from the pain her leg stills gives her on days like these.
When she reaches the room, Jackson is already in there and she can hear every word he is saying, imaging how it would feel if the right person said them to her and how she would never ask for anything ever again.
There would be nothing else she’d need.
She wants to feel bitter, but her heart is filled with happiness for her best friend because she deserves it. April deserves her happy ending and Arizona doesn’t. That’s why it’s okay. That’s why she can be happy for her, despite the pain she feels herself.
The conversation, the one she really should not be listening to, it sparks something inside her. A light she’d forgotten she had, a belief in something she’d long since given up on. The feeling in her heart that the world can be filled with rainbows and glitter and god damned happiness.
Finally getting to speak to April makes the knot in her stomach settle and she can breathe again.
“You scared us, you moron.”
April smiles, her skin pale and clammy, eyes exhausted and half closed.
“I’m not finished.”
Arizona perches on the edge of the bed, holding her hand amongst the wires, “lots of things aren’t finished, April.” It sounds like a confession.
“Jackson and I are.” Arizona can feel that that’s true. Or that April believes it to be at least. “He’s saying all these things he thinks are true but really he’s just, he’s scared to be lonely. I don’t want to be someone’s option because they’re scared to be lonely. I deserve better than that. So does he.”
“You’re leaving. I didn’t mean to listen in, I just, you’re leaving?”
The red head nods, looking up at the ceiling as a feeling of relief washes over her.
“Good things don’t happen here. This hospital is toxic and we force ourselves to stay here because we think we owe it something? Out of some misguided idea that we can hang onto the past, to all the things it’s taken from us? We deserve so much more. You deserve so much more, Arizona. It’s time to stop hurting ourselves and just… let go. It’s time to let go.”
Tears stream down Arizona’s face, hearing the words she’s needed to hear for such a long time. “I love Callie.” Saying it aloud was beyond freeing.
“I know. You always have.”
“I want to tell her.”
“Then tell her. It’s too short, Arizona. It’s all just too short.”
“What if she doesn’t love me?”
“You really think she ever stopped?”
Arizona stood up for a second, trying to find a minute of sensible thought in her head, “I’m not scared to be lonely, April. I’ve been lonely most of my life. I just… I love her and even if we can’t be together, even if we’re another you and Jackson, I want to be near her. Close to her. I want us both to raise our daughter in the same state. I want to go to New York.”
The smile on April’s face was bright, fierce, knowing, “so go. Leave and don’t look back, Arizona. This place is… it’s had it’s time. It’s okay to accept that.”
Letting go is hard. Leaving something behind is even harder. Things, people, life, they change. You just have to remember you’re always going to be okay. Sometimes memories are all we need.
“But what if she doesn’t want me there, April? What if it isn’t okay?”
April just smiled, “I’m pretty sure it will be.” She nodded to behind Arizona and the blonde turns, a tiny breath leaving her mouth as she does.
“Calliope?”
“You’re… you’re okay. I was on the plane and I couldn’t find anything out and it’s been hours, hours since I heard anything about it and no one answers their phones in the middle of a mass shooting, do they? But god, you’re okay. It happened again. It happened, to you, again. And you’re okay.” The hours of terror and worry were obvious in Callie’s eyes, across her face. The pain, the tears, the distress, it was plain for anyone to see.
“I’m okay, Calliope.”
“You’re okay. And you love me.”
Arizona wanted to deny it, wanted to pretend she’d moved on, learnt to be okay, but lying wouldn’t help anyone now.
“I do.”
They’d somehow made their exit from April’s room, leaving the exhausted woman to have a few moments to herself without hospital drama that followed them everywhere.
“Leaving here was the best decision I ever made.”
That pain, the way your stomach drops when you hear something that physically breaks your heart? It was all too familiar to the blonde. She could only nod, words not possible.
“You were right years ago. We should never have bought this place. We should have left, taken Sofia and gone anywhere. Far, far away. Seattle Grace, Grey Sloan? It’s… it’s a home of brokenness, patched over with moments of love and hope and good.
So much good, too. But April is right. It’s okay to let go. You once said as long as we had each other and Sofia, we could go anywhere we wanted. It doesn’t have to be too late if we don’t let it, Arizona.”
“We deserve to try.” Callie whispered after her long speech, blue, damp eyes staring into her own.
“Do I deserve it, Calliope? Do I deserve you?”
Taking two familiar hands, watching the way they fitted together, Callie could only smile, “we deserve each other.”
And so they left. Hand in hand, they walked through the hallways of the place that was no longer their home and out into the night. Into a future neither could be sure of, but both desperately needed.
They stopped only for a second, as Callie turned to Arizona, smiling, “I love you too.”
-
They didn’t settle immediately, which surprised most. Choosing to home school Sofia for a year turned out to be the best decision either of them had made. They visited endless countries, lives packed up in bags on their shoulders, learning how to intertwine again as they adventured through cities and coasts and endless mishaps.
Arizona Robbins had been a good man in a storm once. Turns out, she still was. She loved hard and true. She was dedicated, head strong and fierce yet almost tragically fragile and inherently gentle.
She was sunshine and magic and she was a survivor.
Calliope Torres walked tall. Taller than ever. Her heart often led when her brain should but she fought and she fought and she fought for what was right. She was more delicate than badass yet bold in a way most could dream of.
The two somehow fit, as though they’d never been apart. Eventually settling in LA and opening their own clinic, building a home, raising a daughter, surviving it all.
They knew most people had learnt the lessons they had. Jackson had soon followed April. She’d soon realised he’d follow her anywhere.
Teddy returned back to Germany, back to the job that had filled holes burnt into her heart. Soon she discovered it wasn’t a lover she craved, but a child. Arizona and Callie we’re proud aunties to her son, no matter the distance.
Jo and Alex had loved and fought and finally, finally married. Raising twin girls far away from the hospital they’d grown in themselves.
Some stayed, some had ghosts too big to ever walk away from. And in the end, that was okay too.
Letting go means different things for different people and Callie and Arizona knew that they could let go of anything, as long as they had each other.
They were made for each other.
None of the rest of it mattered.
“If you want crappy things to stop happening to you, stop accepting crap and demand something more.”
— Cristina Yang (via greysstillslays)
PLEASE READ. WILL NOT HURT TO AND FORWARD. Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!
If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is boiling hot as well. Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc. Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil. Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc. Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this.
I’ve dealt with these before. If you find one:
I’ve seen what these can do. The acidic liquid inside can strip the paint off a car.
when i visited vancouver these were everywhere. it’s not a fucking joke they’re actually scary
Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else
there was a bunch of these at disneyland
i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them.
These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.
This shit is bad news
PLEASE DON’T BE AN ASSHAT. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE BOMBS IN PEOPLE’S YARDS.
Please spread this information!
the one fucking time I actually will signal boost cuz I didn’t know about this and would never ever wanna learn about it first hand
we actually had the bomb squad called to our house for something like this and it totally ruined the paint on my big bro’s car. :c
Shared before, but sharing again.
this isnt my blog type but its really important
Please be aware and be careful. These can harm people, pets, property and wildlife.
If you see one, keep your distance and wait for it to go off on its own.
My brother delt with one by putting a large metal bowl over it, but that’s extremely dangerous as well.
Be safe please.
SIGNAL BOOST. I HAVEN’T SEEN THESE BUT WILL KEEP A LOOK OUT.
[My chemistry professor told us about these this week because we’ve been learning about the main ingredient in Draino, Sodium Hydroxide.]
LET THE WORLD KNOW!!!
I’m on mobile and can’t link, but Snopes confirms. If you see one, call the police. These are DANGEROUS.
THIS ISNT FOLLOWING MY BLOG THEME BUT ITS VERY IMPORTANT!
Some assholes have been putting nails in cheese and treats in dog parks in Chicago and Massachusetts. Also adding antifreeze to water bowls.
Please watch out for your dogs. And if you find out the address of someone doing this, give me the address and tell no one. I will disembowel them.
Antifreeze is fucking deadly as shit. Whilst my mom worked in the vets office the neighbor of a cat owner had become sick of his neighbors tom spraying by his house so he left antifreeze out for the cat. Animals are weirdly attracted to the smell and will drink it.
The cat was given to the vets and for 2 days it’s insides were slowly dissolved by the acids and it bled from his nose, mouth and even eyes.
On the second day, the vet not being able to help and refusing to let the cat suffer any longer put the cat down. The neighbor who did not deny his crimes didn’t even offer to pay the woman’s vet bill.
SO THE BIGGEST FUCKING SIGNAL BOOST TO THIS POST.
Fuck who ever is doing this. They can fucking burn.
my friend had a cat and it drank antifreeze that was puddled in the driveway and one day they were knitting and it just vomited up all of its internal organs and fell over dead on her lap.
The perpetrators of all of this will burn in Hell.
A neighbor of mine threw a ball of hamburger full of rat poison pellets over our fence for my son’s dog. He survived, barely, but has had nerve damage ever since.
Okay, listen up, if your pet drinks antifreeze, do you know what the cure is? Alcohol. That’s right. To save your furry little friend you have to get them drunk out of their faces. Antifreeze is an inhibitor and stops your enzymes from working, but luckily alcohol stops that from happening. I learned this from my A Level Biology lessons, but here’s a source anyway http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/2617997.stm
Shit this is important SIGNAL BOOST THIS THANK YOU ALICE
BOOST. FUCKING BOOST.
ALWAYS REBLOG
not blog related, but I’m not an asshole
some people definitely will burn in hell
“The days when you know you’re going to those scenes…you sort of have this like very conflicted feeling at the door. Because my husband would probably rather not know when they’re coming and I sort of like give him the kiss at the door and go off to work and I’m like ‘eee I’m going to makeout with someone.’”
♥ Calzona Kisses ♥
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oh noooOOOOOO
My heart
Those paws could delete a whole fucking face and this nature cat got the nerve to meow like a kitten
how is a b*tch supposed to have any motivation when its pitch black at 4pm 😩
Lesbian blog
a girl’s sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth
AMEN
