fffinally- this would’ve been done sooner but goddamn procrastination and my laptop is just not dealing me anymore c: (same buddy same)
alright so the moment that @eddcolaboy upload this beauty, I instantly fell in love with it, it’s just so- aaaAAA A it’s per fect and honestly if I wasn’t so damn lazy I would do a doodle for every one of their videos
and also when this video I barely found out about this awesome blog @ask-tomandedd and I found it p funny that these both came into my life at almost the same time but yo if you like sweet angst with a side of gay, this blog is for you~
also give the mod some support, they got things goin on c:
now if you excuse me, it’s almost 5 in morning and I’m gonna sleep until 3
For anyone out there who loved the obese bastard as much as I did, I just want to say a few words. Fat Joey was not the most badass son of a bitch, but he was loyal. He had a great sense of humor. In fact, we were just joking about oral sex with Lucille the other day. Things will not be the same now that he’s dead. Without Fat Joey, Skinny Joey is just Joey. So it’s a goddamn tragedy. So, let’s have a moment of silence.
This beautiful, sincere, real smile here is so important.
Carol was in tears over her family, over the fact that the Saviors came. She was kicking herself and blaming herself that she wasn’t there to protect them…
She starts hating herself in that moment and Daryl’s not having any of that. So not only does he lie and protect her from that grief and guilt - but he can’t bear seeing her in pain so much, that he tries to “lighten the mood” on top of that. Desperately, he tells a lame joke, teases her, and Carol just bursts into this full, genuinesmile. And she giggles.
Her face hasn’t looked like this in ages. In fact, the last time her expression was one of this much real joy was:
[.gif by @benkylorensolo]
And yet again, that was all because of Daryl. Because he was showing her affection and love and she thought it was adorable. It warms her heart when Daryl expresses that he cares about her - in any way - and that is still true to this day.
Even with the bleak place she’s in now, even with everything she’s been through, even though she was trying to run from the very love he was showing her - Daryl can still make Carol smile and laugh.
Even when she’s sobbing and in pain, Daryl is capable of bringing out that smiling, giggling schoolgirl in her.
Dean watched as your shoulders softly rose and fell with your breathing. It had been a rough hunt and you’d fallen asleep as soon as you crawled into the back of the impala. He couldn’t help but admire you. You looked so peaceful sound asleep in the back of his car. It was moments like this when he realized just how hopelessly in love with you he was. He gazed at the outline of your jaw and the shape of your lips as he gently pushed a stand of hair away from your face. “You’re so goddamn beautiful” he murmured.
I’m just so proud of all of you??? Your hearts are beating and your lungs are constricting and your minds are thinking and creating and being, and you are existing right now, in this moment and when I think of you it’s so easy to remember that we are made of the same water the masterpieces were painted with, you’re all just so goddamn beautiful
I took a moment to pause and started emotionally contemplating over the scenes of the ED of Ao no Exorcist because…
The moment I heard the words of the lyrics being played out while Fujimoto-san was zoomed in “Aishitai hito wo omoi” just made feel like I was shot by an arrow right in my friggin’ kokoro.
IT WAS DEEP BROTHERS AND SISTERS. SO DEEP.
The allegory of this whole sequence was just a goddamn tearjerker.
And then we have Rin babymycinnamonroll showing his face of determination. I am just madly infatuated by the song and this image as if trying to make a statement that the precious boy wanted to “protect the ones he love with his own hands”
It’s just brilliant. So brilliant that I can’t free myself from drowning in the pool of snots and tears T_T
This might just be my exaggerating commentary but I honestly don’t care
Looking over my race calendar for the year and I’m having a moment.
I ran a 50 mile race in November. On my birthday, 11 days ago, I ran a 50k. Not even a race, but because I wanted to.
WHAT EVEN. SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DID THIS EVEN BECOME THIS PERSON.I mean I’m not mad about it, like at all,BUT HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. I RUN ULTRAS. IM AN ULTRA MARATHONER AND I DON’T HESITATE IN USING THE TERM.
Me, 3 years ago: “If I keep at it, maybe I’ll be able to run a 5k without walking.”
Me, 3 minutes ago: “I think 3 weeks enough time between a 50k race and a 50 mile, right?”
FOR SRS. WHAT THE EFF.
No– but really though, I just went back through at my old Nike+ data. LOOK AT THIS ↓ JUST. LOOK AT IT ↓ 3 years ago, almost to the day. ↓ ↓ ↓
January 20, 2014 – 3.44 miles, 10’56” avg pace,
“First ever group run with fleet feet. Snowed, breathed REALLY hard, but I met a girl named Emy who paced me well. Really excited about it.”
3 years ago. I look back on this moment often. Hits me right in the feels, for several reasons. It reminds me anything is possible. If you want something, and are willing to work for it and work hard, the world is your goddamn oyster. At the time, I only ever *dreamed* of running a half marathon. Me? Run 13.1 miles? I could barely wrap my brain around the idea of running 5 miles.
October of the same year (9 months later), I ran my first marathon. It sucked. It sucked so much. It sucked to a point where I was ashamed at how terribly it went, that I didn’t even write a tumblr post about it, which was why I started this runblog in the first place– to document my training leading up to the momentous event of running a marathon. So yeah. It sucked. But I kept running.
…and now I’m here, sitting in a coffee shop, trying to pick a couple 50 mile races for the spring, and deciding which 100k I want to attempt in the fall.
Still not sure how I got to this point, but I’m really fucking happy to be here.
Ok let’s get the GREAT DEBATE started. I think Mags is a top. Like a power top usually. But with Alex she’ll be a sweet, nurturing service top. And at first Alex will be shy and unsure so she’ll go with it because that nerd just wants maggie close and she’s all about learning. But once she’s got confidence, she’s flipping maggie over and worshipping her and holding her hands down and maggie struggles, but secretly loves that Alex can match her, ground her, let her feel like she doesn’t have to be in control for one goddamn moment in her life.
how did i just now realize this. imagine how disgusting it would be to be near this crustyass dustyass unclean dracula lookin ass mouth, like for 3 years i have had a crush on murdoc but i never took a moment to comprehend that at all, like who allowed this animation to happen, now i gotta think about this, bacteria-having man like imagine this breathing on your face
spent Valentine’s Day shopping for ferns and props s t r e s s e d but actually excited !! But everyone around me was so happy and I just love this goddamn day so much I don’t like the excessive marketing of it but just the good feeling in the city when there’s so many people in love and people being reminded that they are loved romantic or not and MOST IMPORTANTLY romantic legend st valentine being honoured literally for dying in the name of love
there was literally nothing sad about today no pain about not being able to feel love and just genuinely okay in this subjective moment
I gotta say besides vday 2014 of surprise dom and chocolate strawberries with gossip girl, this Valentine’s Day was probably one of my favourites 💘💘
The worst thing about being in love is the memories.
You’ll remember exactly which shade of blue he wore on that first date
You’ll remember his warm hands, on your arms and all over your back and in your hair
You’ll remember his eyes, the soft look he got in them whenever he looked at you,
His eyes, so green and bright in the afternoon sunlight when he kissed you that last time,
His eyes, so dull when he said, “I just don’t feel the same anymore,”
You’ll remember his tear-drenched shirt in your tear-drenched bed, your shaky hands, your greasy hair, your swollen eyes
And you’ll remember everything, every goddamn laugh and every goddamn kiss and every goddamn tear and every goddamn second of every moment, from start to finish.
And yet, maybe the worst thing about being in love isn’t the memories after all,
Maybe it’s falling in love with the memories too.
I’m told “true love finds you in your weakest moment” & “just better yourself, it’ll happen one day.”
You can’t do both!
& I’m so fucking sick of this “learn to love being alone” bullshit.
IM A GODDAMN INTROVERT! I KNOW THE IMPORTANCE OF ALONE TIME!
But that doesn’t fucking mean I wanna spend every goddamn minute alone!
I don’t Want to go on trips alone for the rest of my fucking life! I don’t want to move to new places and be scared shirtless to go to the fucking store because I’m fucking alone! I don’t want to come home to goddamn empty house for months or years after a hard day or work to be fucking alone!
And there is nothing goddamn wrong with wanting to share your life with someone! I’m not in a fucking rush to grow up like some child. I just want to experience everything with someone! I want to make fucking memories together. I want someone who can tell me about my life from first hand experience when I’m old and losing my memory!
I don’t want some man to come along when I’m fucking 50 and gonna break a goddamn hip trying to fuck!
If having someone in your life wasn’t important you motherfuckers wouldn’t have friends. But you do! Because being alone is shit!
You want romantic love to because it just adds to your life in a way nothing else can!
So fuck off with your “just be alone. Just enjoy it. Trust god. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen. You still have stuff to learn” bullshit!
I know Pete is a dumbass but he wouldn't be dumb enough to make Oliver the killer. Like for what goddamn reason would he want to kill Wes for? No sense. I have a feeling they're gonna go with poor Meggy, as the crazy bitter ex for shock factor. Or play it safe and the killer are the Mahoneys. I just don't think Bonnie or Frank would cause they love Analisse way too much to hurt her that way. Plus it wouldn't be that shocking.
I have absolutely no faith in Pete Nowalk at the moment.
So, who knows what he is going to do. Meggy or the Mahoneys would be a let down. ://
I wonder if possibly simon may be involved? He has been on the show since 3A. And he put all those posters of annalise with the word killer. Although, his motivation is pretty unclear.
At this point, I don’t know.
A lot of people in the fandom thinks it is connor (which i think is way too obvious) i mean watch the promo for 3x13 where then asher says to annalise “you know we all have your back.” and annalise says “we don’t know that.” and then ZOOM ON connor. like come on.