and he's all like you DO remember me

Today I whipped out the Truth record to listen to and saw this photo which I had totally forgotten about in the gatefold jacket. I remember him picking me up at Heathrow like yesterday. He rolled me a cig and as he handed it to me (already lit) he said “are you ready to make history mate?” I can say in all confidence we did. Micky had a voice like no other and it was an extreme honor to record him doing what came most natural to him. Singing. He wasn’t afraid of cracking a joke, giving you a smile or just being a plain piss taking cunt… and the latter is which I loved him the most for. We wrote songs together, made records together, laughed together, played together, we bet on horses together (he taught me how) and toured together. He was a huge inspiration and a big reason why I love Punk & Oi! Music. The Punk & Oi! world lost another hero…. no one can fill that spot… Only Micky could…. my heart goes out to his wife and son… today I’m gonna remember the good times. All my love to you mate in the here and after. Thanks for changing my life. R.I.P - Lars

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“All doctors have those patients who sit on our shoulder. Their image is always with you. One kid will pop into your head every time you hit a wall - when you encounter a disease that is so unrelenting that you’ve exhausted all therapies and you’re still not even close. One memory will keep you going. It’s a different kid for every doctor. It’s hard to know why they stick with us. I remember one patient that had red hair just like my son. And I remember one five-year-old girl who made me laugh, because when I asked her how she was doing, she told me: ‘I don’t know. You’re the doctor.’ And then there was the boy early in my career who was born without an immune system. He’d already lost two older siblings to the same disease. He lived the first two years of his life in an isolation room with no windows, and his entire exposure to the world was through a black-and-white TV. We gave him a bone marrow transplant, and suddenly his immune system came online. And we took him for a walk in the garden. This boy who had spent his entire life in a windowless room. And a sparrow landed on a bush, and he pointed at it, and said: ‘Bird.’ That moment will always be with me.”


You’re right. I can’t save you. The whole time he had me, there was some part of me that fought. There was some tiny corner of my brain that tried to get out. And I’m still fighting. I won’t stop fighting. But if you give up, I lose. Do you get that? He did this to you to get at me. To isolate me. To make me feel like an infection, one more person dead or dying because of me. So why don’t you remember how to be a goddamn human being again, instead of this self-pitying piece of shit that he turned you into, and save me for once? You choose.

AKA The Sandwich Saved Me

  • steve: you wrote about me
  • bucky: I don't know what you're talking about
  • steve: you pulled me out of the river
  • bucky: idk why I did that
  • steve: you nearly killed tony because he hurt me. you actually roared like an angry pigeon or something
  • bucky: I don't like him
  • steve: you tried to pull me behind the shield when I was covering you with it
  • bucky: I didn't mean to do that
  • steve: you remembered my shoes and the hotdogs but not that girls name
  • bucky: I have memory problems that's all
  • steve: you left our dates because I ran off, didn't even apologize
  • bucky: your date would've wondered where you went, I found you for her
  • steve: you lied and told me you only knew me because of the smithsonian because you wanted to protect me, to make me go
  • bucky: blame the brochure
  • steve: you made me share an apartment with you
  • bucky: I needed someone to do the dishes
  • steve: you kept my picture
  • bucky: memory problems remember?
  • steve: you didn't like it when I kissed sharon, I can tell your fake smile from your real one
  • bucky: you were wasting valuable time
  • steve: you put yourself back into cryo so I'd stop being reckless and not become a criminal just to keep you
  • bucky: I was tired
  • steve: you made a vow, told me you'd be with me until death
  • bucky: idk why I did that
  • steve: you interrupted my moment with peggy because you were jealous
  • bucky: you deserved applause and attention for your bravery
  • steve: you fell from the train because you were protecting me
  • bucky: wasn't my smartest move
  • steve: you gave me heart eyes at the bar in '43
  • bucky: I was drunk
  • steve: we shared money and everything else like...a couple
  • bucky: it was convenient
  • steve: you're in love with me
  • bucky: yes
  • steve: what
  • bucky: what

“I went to community college when I was twenty-one. I just had an epiphany that I wasn’t really doing anything with my life. I was staying out drinking until 4 AM every night. I was working retail. I was dating a guy who was a total douchebag. When I told him I wanted to go to college, he told me ‘Let’s be real. You’re never going to pass. Don’t waste your time.’ So at the beginning my whole motivation for going back to school was to prove people wrong. I went to all my classes. I turned in well-written papers, not bullshit ones. And it was hard, but I discovered that I liked the feeling of making good grades. So I started doing it for myself. And I never looked back. I remember taking an anthropology course that first year, and one of my assignments was to write a paper on New York City nightlife. I went to the same bar that I used to go to every night. Except I wasn’t drinking. I was just watching and taking notes. And I saw this girl my age playing beer pong, and she didn’t have a care in the world, and she was stumbling around, and she didn’t realize why the guys were being so nice to her, and she was probably spending money that she didn’t have. And I remember feeling so glad that I wasn’t that girl anymore.”

So like, as much as we joke about it (and lbr, are totally intended to given that he’s one of the more ‘comic relief’ characters), I’ve noticed that in pretty much all of Junkrat’s canon material he’s shown having tons of attentional/memory issues. 

The biggest example is in his comic, in which he’s basically constantly forgetting what he’s doing/supposed to be doing. 

He forgets he’s supposed to be quiet.

He (despite trying harder to remember than he does with anything else, really) forgets that there are supposed to be hostages in the building waiting to be rescued.

When that cop calls Mako fat he gets upset, forgets what they’re doing, and nearly gets shot!

In this ending joke, he even forgets who’s idea it was to try and leave behind their life of crime at all (it was him). 

(And you’ve all likely already seen this, I know!) But jeez, even his little title screen animation of all things has a moment where he looks like he forgot where he was or what he was doing:

And like, obviously all of this stuff is meant to be funny, he’s a jokey character in general, I know I know. But it’s honestly a pretty irrefutable part of his character that he has problems with paying attention to directions/memory- nearly every page of that comic had him forgetting something important! 

There are tons of different things that could cause issues like his, all the way from neurodevelopmental disorders like ADHD to certain injuries, but unfortunately, since he’s such a comic relief character we probably won’t ever get a specific reason in canon. But I think it’s worth noting anyhow, being such a consistent part of his character!

(Edit: @killermage added that chronic pain can cause memory problems too, which makes sense given his missing limbs as well! So there’s that to consider)



and sam just grumpily wonders how romantic love might affect dean’s mark but they’re both too stubborn to spit it out

I want to explain something: 

I’ve been writing this story for five years, if you ask me today I’ll say two years cause yes I’ve only been working on the current version for two years, but…in actuality it’s more like five.

And throughout all those five years, no one cared about my story, this one or any of them. I remember bringing up a story at twelve years old and my friends at the table said “Ugh! Not this again!” 

Once a family friend asked me to tell him about it, I was so happy, I started to explain, I hadn’t been going very long until my mother put a hand on my shoulder and said. “Okay sweetie, you’ve lost him.” 

I told my father I wanted to write books, he said “Yeah, you can do that while you’re waiting tables.” 

No one wanted me to be a writer. 

So I locked the story in my head, I never wrote it down.

It was my secret only because no one wanted to know. I wanted to write it, to scream it, to show the world, but no one else did. So why should I write it down? 

I was never going to be a writer. 

But I couldn’t shake the story. I’d daydream about it in class, the teachers would scold me about not paying attention, my mom once yelled at me on the way to school that I could never focus. So I tried to stop, I tried to bury it again. 

I didn’t want to be a writer. 

Until, someone let it slip they were writing a book, and I mentioned the story I’d been thinking about. And then we bounced ideas off each other, I had never, never, seen someone genuinely interested. 

And that, one person, was enough to get me writing again.

I’m not famous, my story isn’t published, I’m lucky if I can get five notes on my book’s text posts. But every note, is one less person telling me “Not again!” One less person who interrupts and says “You’ve lost him sweetie” One less person who tells me I’ll only wait tables. 

That’s why every note matters, to me and any other original creator, that’s why. Because we’ve heard we don’t matter, and we’ve heard we’ll never succeed, and every note, every message, proves they’re wrong in the tiniest way. 

If I post something and it gets one note, that’s enough, that’s one person that cared enough to look at it. 

It makes me want to be a writer. 

(3/6) “I started to become afraid of him. But I never argued back because I thought it would make him even more angry. He started to pick on me. He’d criticize how I dressed. And how I wore my hair. I remember it used to bother him that I used the word ‘love’ so much. I was an optimistic girl, so I was always talking about how I ‘loved’ things. ‘Stop saying that word,’ he’d say. ‘Why do you love everything? That’s so stupid.’ I remember one night he hit me because I mixed his vegetables with his rice. I became very still and quiet around him. Just like I’d been with my mother. Remember—this was all I’d ever known. ‘It’s normal,’ I told myself, ‘Everyone gets a beating sometimes.’ We had five children together. It’s hard to explain why I stayed. He began beating blood out of me. But then he’d hug me and tell me he was sorry. He’d tell me that he needed me. He told me about his childhood. He told me that his father beat him every day. He told me that he had no mother. He used to say: ‘I see you as my mother.’ And that made me feel good. ‘I need you,’ he’d say. And that feeling of being needed is what kept me in that house. He was the father of my children, after all. I told myself he’d been traumatized. And it wasn’t his fault. But here’s the thing– I’d been traumatized too. And I didn’t hurt anyone.”


Patrick Kane talks about Jonathan Toews and the circus trip (x)

plus bonus tongue:

I’ve started a new portraits series of youtubers and their books. You can see more of my artworks on my Instagram 👉🏾 @VEL.LY
The first blogger in this series is my queen @tyleroakley with his book “Binge”. It’s always a pleasure to draw Tyler, I’ve already made 5-6 portraits of him can’t even remember exactly. @tyleroakley is one of my favorite YouTubers and he inspires me to be myself and keep doing what I like and want. So I just want to say that I’m really grateful to him, hope, that he’ll read it!
And please, if it’s not hard for you, repost my artwork as it can get a chance to be seen by adorable Tyler Oakley. But plz don’t remove the text. Love you all!


Street Artist: Lonac

Lonac is a muralist, painter, and illustrator from Zagreb, Croatia.

In Croatian, “lonac” means cooking pot. That nickname was given to the artist when he was just a boy, and back then, he hated it. When he started doing graffiti, Lonac had to come up with some tag name for himself. At the time, all the graffiti writers had some cool gangsta nicknames/tags, but every name the young creative came up with sounded fake and pretentious, so he took the one he disliked the most. “Thinking about the beginnings really amuses me. It doesn’t take too long to remember the feeling of child-like excitement and freedom I get while painting outside. It’s easy to do it when you’re a kid, but as people grow older they stop doing some of the things that made them happy.

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… People is hating on Sebastian for being white?

Man, do you even understand why this men left his country as a kid?

Do you even get what he means with “I didn’t have comic books”, “I was communist”, “I remember this one thing about the revolution when I was a little kid”, “I had an accent so people made fun of me”, “I wanted to fit”?

Like… this is a white dude, yeah, and I do understand white dudes all over the world have been shitting on minorities since forever but here is the thing: when a breathing white dude is nice, happy, respectful and, you know, super unproblematic (thank you god and also jesus, and of course mrs. Stan and husband), is decent and you are hating on him because he is white, YOU ARE THE PROBLEM.


“I can’t remember what band I saw, maybe it was mewithoutYou,” Williams says. “Taylor ended up being there. He was like, ‘Hey, do you wanna go get coffee after this?’ And I was just, ‘Oh, God, he’s gonna tell me that he’s splitting too, and now we’re really up a creek. Now we’ve lost the majority of the band. We sit down at Café Coco in Nashville [where Paramore is based], and we’re having coffee and I’m all nervous, speaking really fast. And he was like, ‘I’m not done with the band. I just don’t see any reason that I would ever want to stop.’ I remember I saved up all the mushy-gushy stuff until I got into the car by myself and I just started bawling all the way home.

Some More Dialogue Prompts
  • “Well, that’s the second biggest piece of news I’ve heard all day.”
  • “I think I broke it.”
  • “We can’t move on from this.”
  • “He made me feel alive.”
  • “There’s a reason why I don’t do this often.”
  • “This is your last chance.”
  • “I accidentally robbed a bank.”
  • “Please tell me that you didn’t get on the subway like that.”
  • “Never. Do that. Again.”
  • “She didn’t mean it like that.”
  • “Dude. I think I’m psychic.”
  • “You’d be a sexy pirate.”
  • “She is the definition of evil.”
  • “Your clumsiness will be the death of you.”
  • “Is that alright for you, princess?”
  • “Remember this moment.”
  • “I’m in love with you in a friend way.”
  • “Oh, boy. Small talk.”
  • “________ is a way better movie than ________”
  • “I swear to god, my life is a rom-com.”
  • “Hey, man, don’t mess up my flow. This is my mission.”
  • “I’m the Chosen One? Yeah, sure, maybe next week.”
  • “She puts the ‘fun’ into funeral.”
  • “You drive me insane.”
  • “I’m a tough guy. Come on. Fight me…. OHWAITNOIWASN'TREADY.”
  • “Where were you last night?”
  • “No form of magic could ever cure your blackened soul.”
  • “Let’s pretend we’re strangers.”
  • “Betrayal is a strong word.”
  • “How would you feel if this happened to you?”
  • “Don’t even go there.”
  • “Tuesday was her favourite day of the week.”
  • “Sometimes I forget you even existed.”
  • “Prison was the last place I expected you to be.”

Do not read about the mandela effect at midnight

It will fuck you up

Seriously do not keep reading if you dissociate. SERIOUSLY

  • Okay there’s the big one with the BerenstEin/BerenstAin bears? i distinctly remember the spelling with the E and it doesn’t fucking exist there is no evidence of it ever having been spelled that way. I look at pictures of the covers and they all have the A spelling but it looks wrong, and i keep getting this horrible sick feeling like i shouldn’t be looking at it or something.
  • Jif peanut butter used to be called Jiffy - nope. nada. zilch. never fucking happened.
  • “Interview with a vampire” is and, apparently, has always been “Interview with THE Vampire” even though it totally wasn’t.
  •  I was sure “Sex and the City” was called” Sex IN the City” but there is no written or photographic evidence of this anywhere.
  • I remember the original voice actor for Spongebob retired and they got a new one - nope, it’s always been the same one
  • there’s all these tiny ones with spelling that i always thought was just my dislexia being a lil shit but it’s not just me. Parmesan cheese, i always thought it was spelled Parmasean, because i used to say “Par-ma-see-an” to spell it. same with definitely/definately, Dilemma/dilemna. 
  • Fidel Castro??? Is not dead?? I know he was dead. It was all over the news, it was a huge deal, people were talking about it for ages, but according to everything i’ve found he’s still alive. there’s pictures of him from like last month. This one is definitely freaking me out the most because i very clearly remember the media frenzy and photos of the funeral
  • The old justice league cartoons have green lantern in them when i am positive he was not in them, it was definitely aquaman.
  • I remember learning in middle school that the “Tank Boy” in the picture from Tianenmen Square got run over, but that the teacher wouldn’t show us the video because it was “Too gruesome” - boy was not run over

I am losing my shit here.

on a date
  • me: so you like attack on titan? how do you feel about eren?
  • them: idk... he's kind of annoying and stupid and he's just so angry all th--
  • me, shoving breadsticks into my purse and standing: i just remembered i have to go home right now immediately

Carl the Animator: “Ted, we got the final print back… first of all, don’t panic, ok?”

Ted the Animator: “…what else do you expect me to do with a lead-in like that?”

Carl the Animator: “It’s not that big of a deal… but I miiiiiiight have forgotten a cel for a frame.”

Ted the Animator: “…just might?”

Carl the Animator: “…ok, maybe more than might.”

Carl the Animator: “I sorta didn’t remember to put in the blue shirt guy for a frame.”

Ted the Animator: “So, he just… disappears?”

Carl the Animator: “…yeah.”

Ted the Animator: “I can’t believe y-… wait, what’re those little floaty things?”

Carl the Animator: “I also might have accidentally left his mouth floating in mid-air.”

Ted the Animator: “…”

Carl the Animator: “And left her original mouth, so… now she has two.”

Ted the Animator: “…”

Carl the Animator: “…Ted, are you mad at me?”

Ted the Animator: “Not mad. Just disappointed.”

don't steal this prompt thx

So holy shit, Sam was a fucking baby.

Dean didn’t understand how it happened; they were on a case, hunting a witch, but then abra cadabra, a tiny one year old was in the place of his gigantic brother. Dean remembered exactly how Sam used to look as a baby, and it was the exact same, tiny face and all.

So now, Dean was back at his motel room, sitting on his bed, the baby in his lap looking up at him in dumb-baby-confusion. “…Do you still know how to hunt?” Dean uselessly asked with a raised brow, but the baby just gurgled up at him with happiness. He sighed and set Sam away. “I can’t pray with you watchin’ me like that, you creep. You stay here,” Dean ordered the baby, giving him the ‘I’m watching you’ hand-to-eye motion, before retreating into the bathroom.

“Cas?” He asked with a bowed head, hands casually holding the sides of the sink. “Uhh. Buddy. I know you said ‘call in emergencies’ buuut… I think this is kind of an emergency. So. Please get your feathered ass down here?”