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13x06 watching notes

There are 3 distinct sections: Before Yoga, After Yoga, and Killer Migraine, so um. Apologies for the sliding scale of meta quality, pls finish all my thoughts for me if you want to. :D

I’m not going to proofread either, sorry, and I know I mistyped Jack as Kevin like at least 3 times, and wrote “Cas” every other line when a word began with C for no reason except I was thinking about him.

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From The Body Bears the Burden: Trauma, Dissociation, and Disease by Robert C Scaer

When people develop PTSD, the replaying of the trauma leads to sensitization: with every replay of the trauma there is an increasing level of distress. In those individuals, the traumatic event, which started out as a social and interpersonal process, develops secondary biological consequences that are hard to reverse once they become entrenched. Because these patients have intolerable sensations and feelings, their tendency is to actively avoid them. Mentally, they split off or “dissociate” these feelings; physically, their bodies tighten and brace against them. They seem to live under the assumption that if they feel those sensations and feelings, they will overwhelm them forever. These are patients who rely on medications, drugs, and alcohol  to make these feelings go away, because they have lost confidence that they can learn to tolerate them without outside help. The fear of being consumed by these “terrible” feelings leads them to believe that only not feeling them will make them go away. 

anonymous asked:

Omg I was already rewatching 13x06 and came to your blog to freak out about how in the "that's a pretty damn big win" Sam closed the doors of the drawer like that was such an unnecesary moment and I felt like it could mean "he's out of the closet for me, these doors can shut down forever there's no going back in" or the other way around idk. And then saw u were commenting about it just on your last ask and gods thank god I wasn't the only one seeing that




Yeah, and the whole thing took place in the room with the saloon doors (you know, the kind that swing both ways?).

I mean, I had to watch the whole thing like three times through because I couldn’t believe it.


Manny: I can’t. Neely, anytime I’m near her? I can’t talk. I can’t think. I can’t even breathe. It’s so crazy. It’s like a magic spell.

Nialla: It’s not. It’s nerves.

Manny: Come on, Neely. This is me. I’m a Holmes. Dudes in our family know how to get girls.  I’m not nervous around any girl. I love flirting with girls. That’s the funnest part of life. Flirting with girls, getting drunk, f*cking sh*t up. But this girl? I don’t know. She intimidates me.

Nialla: Why? You could have her. You’re gorgeous and you’re funny and you’re cool as hell. 

Manny: I know I can have her. But- I want her forever. Go to the same college as her. Live with her. I want to marry her. Have kids with her. Like I see myself being old as dirt with her, playing with our grand kids together. It’s that real for me, Neely. And it scares me. Because how can I explain that to her?  That I’m hers and she’s mine? 

Nialla runs a finger down his cheek.

Nialla: You can’t. Not without scaring her. So- don’t think about all that heavy stuff. Think about the day to day. The minute to minute. Think about her making her laugh, making her smile, holding her hand- not getting her pregnant with your grand kids.

Manny: You can’t get someone pregnant with grand kids. It would be our own kids-

Nialla laughs: You know what I mean!

Manny smiles: I  know what you mean.

anonymous asked:

Can y advise any cool blogs with a beautiful shots edits and nice legacies?? Love y!

hi anon!! ok, i should do a proper follow forever thingy but im a lil lazy for that, i will someday tho!! so keep it in mind that if i forgot someone im sorry?? ;-; im only tagging the “beautiful shots edits and nice legacies” that you asked for anon (bc there’s a bunch of amazing people in here with different directions with their blogs but oki), anyway here we go :3

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anonymous asked:

"We danced in the moonlight, the midnight air chilling around us. He pulled me close, radiating enough heat to keep me warm. I could stay like this forever. 'But I can't' I thought. 'This would never last.' I tried to slip out of his arms only for him to pull me closer. "Don't go. Stay with me," his eyes pleaded. I wanted to more than anything be here in this moment. Perhaps I was deceiving myself, but I thought I could see the same longing I had for him in his eyes. I hoped this was all real."

FIne… I give in… I’ll do the obvious one… so reblog to reach all the MareCal shippers out there…

@chaoslaborantin, @lilyharvord, @mareshmallow, @chelsthebookworm, @anyone-anything-canbetrayanyone, @runexandra, @delilahronnelle, @red-queen-united, @spookysamos

Champagne and Regrets, a MareCale story…

Champagne does wonders for betrayal. That first dinner, light years ago, it had tickled my nose and helped me enjoy some of the pageantry around me. It helped me muster through the creeping jealousy every time Evangeline had touched his arm. Of course at the time, I wouldn’t have admitted that it was jealousy. But today, watching them enter the room together, her hand gripping his forearm, it was all I could do not to pop every light bulb over her head.

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I’m 17 I’m supposed to make mistakes
Get too drunk at parties
Sleep with boys before first dates
Play my music too loud
Drive aimlessly at night
Get in the car with someone who drank a little too much
Kiss boys I don’t know
Trust the wrong people
But beg them to stay
Shake when I’m mad
And pass out midday
Let toxic people back in my life
Say sorry when I’m not at fault
Get in fights with friends
And hurt the ones I love
Cry over things I can’t let go of
Stay out past curfew
And fight with my parents
Let boys take advantage of me
And drink until everything is blurry
Hide dark hickies with makeup and sweaters
Being young won’t last forever
enjoy it while you can
Soak up this last December
Before your life is thrown together
—  to be young and reckless

anonymous asked:

Hey love, I hope you're having a wonderful day! Do you have any prompts on an unlikely group of college kids (like polar opposites of social spectrum) going on a roadtrip type of adventure?

//Thank you!

“I can already sense the first fight coming. It’ll be over the music.”

“This the most fun I’ve had in…forever, I think. Sucks that I have to sit in the back, though.”

“I called shotgun. It’s a sacred rule that must be respected! Get out of that seat right now.”

“Can’t say I asked to be here, but it’s been going better than expected. Maybe I’ll hate you all less by the end of it.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine angus going to visit magnus at Hammer and Tails, and he gets swarmed by service dogs in training. Everything is good. The dogs are warm and happy, and tickle, and angus can’t stop laughing as he tries to pet as many as he can.

i want to spin the words of this message into yarn, which i would then use to knit a blanket, and then curl up inside of it forever

I have started reading the Cocks and Joggers fic entries now (yes because I’m slow and late and forever trying to catch up on stuff) and I just finished this fic:

Mugglewear and Broomstick Skills by gracie137or @callingdrarry here on Tumblr. 

The eighth years attempt a game of football in Muggle Studies. What is meant to be an insight into Muggle sports turns into a fashion show of ridiculous outfits and Harry nearly losing his mind. 

If you need a good laugh go read this fic, it’s hilarious! I mean I don’t want to spoil anything but there’s Goyle in a fluorescent tracksuit and there are snap on joggers in there. Like it’s comedy from start to finish and you will love it, I guarantee it. 


When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don’t let go
Someone comes into your world
Suddenly your world has changed forever

No there’s no one else’s eyes
That could see into me
No one else’s arms can lift
Lift me up so high
Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart, whoa, whoa

When you’re one with the one you were meant to find
Everything falls in place, all the stars align
When you’re touched by the cloud that has touched your soul
Don’t let go
Someone comes into your life
It’s like they’ve been in your life forever

No, there’s no one else’s eyes
That could see into me
No one else’s arms can lift
Lift me up so high
Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart

So now we’ve found our way to find each other
So now I found my way, to you

No there’s no one else’s eyes
That could see into me

No there’s no one else’s eyes
That could see into me
No one else’s arms can lift
Lift me up so high
Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart, whoa, whoa

And you know my heart by heart, whoa, whoa

And you know my heart by heart

And you know my heart by heart


The Wandering Whumper’s Season of Kindness, Day #3

She’s my sister from another mister, the whump blog I always reblog from (and with pretty much the exact same tags). She’s the kind of person who, had we been fortunate enough to meet in real life, would probably be my best friend. She’s none other than @fyeahvulnerablemen and I love her. Seriously, you won’t find a better human being on all of Tumblr. She’s the backbone of this community and someone I can always go to for anything and everything. Jo, you make this world a better place. Thank you for all you do. I hope we stay friends forever.

Elle is going to take a power nap


Holiday season, for me, is in full swing at my retail job and next week will be murder. Trying to catch my rest while I can.

I’m working on Thanksgiving (not bad beyond I can’t visit my family), Black Friday (STARTING AT 4 am LIKE AMERICA STOP IT), and the Saturday after Black Friday (5 am. OH GOODIE. I CAN SLEEP IN)


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So I’ll be back after a quick cat nap~ then we will have some more Netflix and sketch.

If you have any asks for my next gen kids, please ask the kids at @heirsofremnant

anonymous asked:

u are the kindest sweetest person ever ur rlly more than just an artist on tumblr youve helped me in ways youll never know and thank u for that

!!! TT v TT Thank you so very much my love! That means so much really! I know I still have a lot of things to work on about myself, but just knowing that there are people out there who are positively affected by me makes me think that maybe I’m doing something right (though I know I can always do better!) Just going to keep this message in my heart forever! I hope you have a great day! <3

timedrake  asked:

tbh remember this cold ruined me in the best of ways bc now when i watch the movies again im like "where's Loki?" or "where's Steve?" if either of them are ever alone in a scene and when they're in other fics together I'm like wait why aren't they madly in love??? anyways big fan!!!! love u & happy u have a lovely day!!!!!

I mean…same. I feel like there’s a part of my brain all the time every time I watch a movie that’s like “okay so how am I going to work with this for Remember This Cold” and also damn my OTP forever, I mean, I can read other things still but…

I’ve kind of never gone for a ship this hard before, it’s great, I love it

(thank you so muuuuuch. I mean like I just said in the tags, I love all the nice things people are saying lately, like, did it just turn into ‘compliment Lise month’ when I wasn’t looking or something?)

anonymous asked:

I don't feel that good about asking this (because I feel it's very, like private) but since I think about it quite often, I feel like I have to ask you (it may bring some peace to my loud mind) Do you know where his ash are? I've readed it was given to his family but like, do you know any details? Also, readed that it would be placed next to Chris' on Hollywood Forever in Los Angeles but yeah, do you know more?

Hi. It’s ok to wonder, you’re not asking the family, you’re not disturbing anyone’s privacy by wondering to yourself.

I am afraid I can’t be of much help to you, though. I really have no idea. I would assume that if he was cremated that the ashes would go to the family. Whether they decided to scatter or keep them is a very private decision and not something you should lose sleep over. 

If I am not mistaken the option was to bury him next to Chris but the family decided against it. 

There’s really no grave where we can go, leave flowers and pay our respects, but all over the world there are markers of his existence. There are stars and streets and murals and graffiti and benches and candles and tattoos and there are memories and videos and pictures and he is too big for a grave anyway. 

anonymous asked:

You ever wonder if SJM ever heard of the phrase Kill Your Darlings. I mean, she could've at least killed off Cassian or Azriel, to differentiate between them. They're both tan, dark haired, muscled. Do they both have wings or what? Idk. Someone is obsessed with someone and another is called Shadow singer. My goodness, at least develop the characters correctly instead of mushing them together.

Have you read any book by SJM? She turned what was supposed to be a novella into a full novel, twice. Her books go on forever for no real reason and are filled with literally pointless scenes. The plot gets forgotten and summarized between chapters of characters fucking or “bantering”. 

Of course she doesn’t know what Kill Your Darlings means. She probably thinks it’s literal, and that just killing your favorite characters makes you a better author 100% of the time, even if you instantly bring them back again before the reader can even miss them.