because there is no crying in baseball

Okay, I’m breaking my January music challenge for just one song… because I fucking have to. TIM HEIDECKER JUST RELEASED A SONG ABOUT RICHARD SPENCER GETTING PUNCHED IN THE FACE, and this is just too fucking beautiful!!!

You can’t wish anyone dead, even if the baseball cap is red
But if you see Richard Spencer, why don’t you punch him in the head
If you see Richard Spencer, won’t you give him big black eye
Come at him swinging, ain’t no one gonna cry
Ain’t no one gonna cry

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Out of Context Ace Attorney Starters (based on @outofcontextaceattorney)

“Have you just been rambling all this time without any sense of inner monologue!?”
“Get a little too addicted to using your precious white powder, did you?”
“Are you saying all baseballs are suspicious because they have stitches!?”
“Why is it lately, all I want to do is cry…?”
“Well, you know what they say about guys with long names… They’re difficult to pronounce!”
“Get your finger out of the breeze and put it to good use.”
“What’s crack-a-lackin’, homie?”
“If you’re going to ride that stallion into the sunrise, wait for me, I want in too!”
“My panties are an extra-dimensional space… Anything can fit in there!”
“If you start eating the crime scene… I’ll make you leave…”
“I’m… totally lost… so why don’t you just tell me the answer already?”
“I set my ATM card’s number to ‘0001’ because I’m number one!”
“I’ve given up trying to understand them. It’s much easier that way.”
“I live, eat and breathe potatoes now. Potatoes are… my life.”
“Don’t mind me! Just forgot a few things! …Wallet, phone, the documents, my bag…”
“My beauty can’t possibly be captured by a mere crayon!”
“Hiding under that table would mean being surrounded by the four naked men, though.”
“…My forbidden imagination is starting to imagine things.”
“So how does it feel to be thoroughly rammed?”
“I, on the other hand, call it a mistake.”
“It was probably because of his worthless male pride.”
“Who can say? I seldom pay attention to mundane things such as time and place.”
“You should really come with a supply of cheese to match your vintage whine.”
“I can only speak a few phrases, such as, 'I love you,’ and, 'Where is the toilet?’”
“…I have no objection to the whip.”
“I’ll catch her with her pants down… So to speak.”
“This man doesn’t get sarcasm.”
“My mind and body are kaput. Same goes for my life.”
“Care to explain why you chose to finger that person?”
“People have all kinds of fetishes.”
“I will not allow birds to be belittled in my presence!”
“Salt runs in the family, you might say.”
“What’s 'hard’!?”
“Tell me about the dogs!”
“Cut the existential bull or I’ll cut you.”
“Sorry, am I supposed to be consoling you over your first-world problems?”
“I believe in the power of science.”
“People don’t die that easily, really.”
“I didn’t sign up for this!”
“You don’t need nail polish to get to someone’s mouth.”
“And even though the weather is gorgeous today, it’s raining inside my heart…”
“Things are already confusing enough with all these daddies running around.”
“What the heck, right?”
“His name is… something weird. I forget.”
“The spork is a wonderful invention.”
“I love weenies. I can’t get enough of their tender juiciness.”
“Welcome back to reality! We’ve been waiting for you.”

ishippolivia  asked:

As I said on Twitter BEST. POA. CHAPTER. EVER. I'm not even gonna touch Ellie & Will or Felicity & Will ( I cried, thanks a lot! ). The main focus. AMELIAM. PLEASE GIVE US SOMETHING HAPPY. ANYTHING. LIKE A SMALL SNIPPET/DIALOGUE OF THEIR LIVES TOGETHER. HELL EVEN A LINE OR TWO. PLEASE. SOMETHING HAPPY. SOMETHING GOOD. I AM CRYING. THEY CAN'T JUST BE LIKE THIS. THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. WHY THE HELL DOES IT TAKE THEM SO DAMN LONG TO BE TOGETHER. PLEASE, I'LL TAKE ANYTHING AT THIS POINT

A few lines of their happy lives together? Okay… I think I can manage that… (Fair warning, I know nothing about baseball)

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Claire & Lesli Discuss "The Letter"
  • Claire: Rupert wrote that!
  • Lesli: Alex Gansa said to Rupert, what do you think Quinn would say to Carrie and he wrote that letter.
  • Claire: He said “Well I can’t talk, I just have to write it” and that’s verbatim. Just cut and paste, that was Rupert.
  • (mumbling)
  • Claire: How beautiful is it though? It’s so wonderful because its so kind of true of Quinn. And Rupert also is - there is part of him that - he’s not immediately available, there’s an opacity, a reservedness - but you go deep and there is just such richness and sensitivity and intelligence. I just thought it was so beautiful.
  • Leslie: And the first time he recorded it we were sitting in that same hospital room you know just getting a scratch track and literally I burst in to tears. There is no crying in baseball. It was just so unexpected. Oh my goodness this guy who never says anything says everything and in such a poetic way.
  • Claire: And not in a saccharine way, just a really beautiful, elegant way. So yeah, it connects so immediately with that first image of Carrie.
  • Leslie: He’s the only one that really sees her completely .
  • Claire: Yeah. But also, that’s Alex, I mean that was true of Season 4 and he really likes to have it called back, to complete the circle.
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I’ve played a few sports over the years, actually. Baseball, track, and skating were the main ones.

(I tried to tell them I was fine, but I ended up with a lifetime supply of garigari-kun and flowers over the next week anyway…;;)

Found this in the stuff that Dino Boys family is packing for his abusive dad, who is moving out. It takes on such a sinister tone knowing how the relationship really is.
“We cry, we scream, we stomp our feet,
But we never mean a thing.
He’s always right, we’re always wrong,
He’s kind of like a king.

He’s someone to help watch baseball games
Which we think we understand.
Someone to laugh with, eat with, cry with,
Someone to hold your hand. (Dino boy often talks about mourning the fact that he never had a dad who would do things like this. )

He’ll stay by our side,
Through thick and thin,
Because he loves us
And we love him.”

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A timeline of me watching this video (because it’s late and I can’t sleep and this is just too exciting and wonderful):

26 seconds: Tulo: “Relationships and comfort level are that much deeper”
Me: *Trying not to cry*

42 seconds: Tulo (shrugging): “That’s what makes it fun though”
Me: Awwwwwwwwww

1:01: (Talking about Jose) Tulo: “You want good things for him, so you want him to be somewhere where he’s gonna be happy”
Me: HOW ARE YOU SUCH A GOOD PERSON

1:10: Tulo: “But bottom line, you want him to be back”
Me: *Nodding vigorously*

I made it to about 1:20 when he was talking about what Jose ‘means to the city’ and to the Blue Jays before I teared up.

5:50: He gets this manic look on his face with this super-arched brow and he goes ‘I love this game’ and, dude, I believe you! 

5:56: Tulo: “When I’m not playing, it hurts me, and it hurts me deeply”
Me: 

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6:38: He gets this beautiful little smile on his face as he says “You just keep on going, man, no matter what anyone says about you”
Me: *fans self*

7:10: He starts talking about helping out the young shortstops on other teams.
Me: “You’re a dad and they’re all your little kiddos”

7:30: (One of the reporters asks him if he smiles when the young shortstops ask him for advice.) Tulo (WHILE SMILING): “You guys know me, I don’t smile that much.”
Me: LIIIIIIIIES, MR TULOWITZKI SIR YOU LIE

9:40: “I’m not going to sit there and hide knowledge, I want them to have all the knowledge that I have, I want to get these guys better”
Me: *Googles ‘can you nominate a baseball player for sainthood’*

Holy shit, this man is something special. And he’s OURS.
WE GET TO HAVE HIM. ON OUR TEAM. PLAYING FOR US.

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I was an idiot.
The moment I entered junior high, I quit baseball.
Nao, if it weren’t for you, I’d have left long ago..
And it’s not just me who came to this school because of you.
We’ve all been encouraged by your strength.

I’ll give you my three years of high school.

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Who is Steven talking to? Is it Jasper? Is Steven going to play baseball with Jasper? Does Jasper have a helmet just so she can play baseball? I mean, her weapon does bear a striking similarity to a batter’s helmet. If that was planned from the very beginning….

Edit: The video in this post was made by @aidancosg and I apologize for not giving proper credit earlier.

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So I visited Columbine the other day and psh I didn’t breakdown crying what are you talking about? (It was heartbreaking)

The memorial was beautiful yet one of the saddest things I’ve seen. But it was beautiful to see the community and how they’re still standing strong. The high school is just like any other high school, when I went people were playing baseball there and being normal teenagers. I’m glad there weren’t many people at the memorial because I was a mess. But what Eric and Dylan did was real, and it effected so many people. I think that was the hardest part.

Their community has recovered and learned from this even though the events were horrible, and that gives me hope.

depression is..

Depression is…

..when you cancel a whole weekend trip with your friends because you’re too sad, too anxious, too tired for anything.

…when the thought of just waking up is exhausting.

…when you start crying and can’t stop, because life is too hard for you.

…when you can’t explain why you’re sad.

…when anxiety attacks hit you like a baseball bat.

…when you have to tell yourself that life is worth living even though you don’t feel like it.

Depression is an illness!

I just went on a date with a guy who tried to rob me.

I can’t possibly tell anyone I know about this story, so here it goes:

Two years ago, I returned home from my father’s funeral. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, a guy holding a crowbar came out from my kitchen holding my TV. I live in the city, so robberies are common.

The guy began shouting at me and he clumsily dropped my TV and began holding the crowbar like it was a baseball bat. I was so stunned at what was happening that I didn’t move.

The guy screamed at me to empty my pockets. From the stress of the last few days with my father passing away, I simply started crying. Not out of fear at what was happening, but because this was literally the worst time of my life. The worst moment. The worst minute and second.

While crying hysterically, I gave the guy my wallet. I just sat on my floor and hugged my knees and told him, through my tears, to “take whatever you want.” He hesitated, looked down at me. He dropped my wallet and sat down beside me. Immediately, he began to comfort me. He began to apologize. He put my TV back on the table and told me it wasn’t damaged. He told me that he lost his job and that his mom needed medicine that he couldn’t afford and that they were homeless.

He told me all of this while I just wailed; I cried for my father, who was lost, I cried for my future, for it was uncertain, and I cried because my home had been intruded on in the most violent way.

For a good 10 minutes I sat in the floor with a guy who had every intent to rob me, telling me that it would be okay and that he was sorry. He begged me not to call the police. I just started screaming at him to get out.

He ran away so fast that he left the crowbar. I threw it after him as he ran down the street.

Two days later, I came home from work and he was sitting in front of my door. I was so terrified that I pulled out my phone, but he had this look on his face of–I’m not sure how to describe it–remorse, regret? He told me that he told his mom what he did, and his mom made me some soup. He handed me this tiny bowl wrapped in tin foil. Again, I was stunned and overwhelmed and angry that I slapped the bowl out of his hands and it shattered on the floor. I told him to leave or I was calling the police. He left. I remember he looked upset. I left the soup and shattered bowl outside my door, almost as a warning for him to not come back.

About three months after that, I got a note in my mail slot from the guy. He told me his mother had passed away and that he was no longer homeless and that he had a job. He wanted to repay me for breaking into my apartment. He wrote down his address and told me that I was welcome to break into his place if I wanted, but he didn’t have much stuff.

This all overwhelmed me. I threw away the letter, but I remembered his address. I remember walking by there one day, out of curiosity. It was a ratty apartment building across the city. He was walking up to his room and he saw me. He waved. I turned away and left. He ran after me, apologized again. Told me that he never meant to do what he did. He showed me the program from his mother’s funeral that he kept in his wallet. He wasn’t lying, she was real. He was real. He was a real person.

I don’t know what it was, but I believed him. We slowly began to grow together as people? I can’t describe it.

After a year of maintaining communication and learning about who he was, he enrolled in a local community college and began taking courses to earn credits before applying to university. I helped him study for his history class a lot. He’s great at math and science, though.

I never invited him over to my apartment, however. No matter how much I got to know him, I was still afraid of him. And he knew that. He knew that I couldn’t trust him.

But tonight, we went out for coffee because he said he had an exam in his world civ class. When I got there, he said he forgot his book. We just talked for a bit, we laughed, and then he told me he wanted to cook for me. On a whim, I decided to invite him to my apartment. After picking up some things from the grocery store, he came over. I was so nervous that I was shaking. He noticed, he squeezed my hand, and then he made dinner.

It was amazing. We talked, we laughed, we sat in the floor and watched a movie on the TV he tried to steal. We made jokes about it.

And then he told me that he missed his mom. I gave him a hug. Then he left.

I don’t know what I feel, but I do know that I can’t give up on people anymore.

Some people just have the shit end of life. Maybe things have a way of working themselves out?

And I miss my dad, too.

EDIT/UPDATE I am…beside myself to log on this morning and see this at the top of this page. I have been a redditor for a few years, but never thought this would happen. Also, to those of you who are messaging/commenting to confirm the validity of this–I guess it never occurred to me when I wrote this that it sounded so… ridiculous? It really does, I don’t blame you for saying it’s false, but it’s real. He’s real. I’m real. It all happened/is happening currently. Thank you all who have messaged me and commented! And thank you to the two people that gave me gold–this is just insane to me. I’m so grateful, so very grateful.

EDIT 2 Sorry for neglecting this; today has been insane with work and hosting a friend’s bridal shower. I want to clarify a few things about this, because I am getting a LOT of messages about a lot of different things.

People are saying that I am being too “trusting” of him after what happened. You’re right, I suppose. I mean, I live in the heart of one of the most dangerous cities. My friend was robbed just a few years ago and was actually physically injured as a result of it, so me “trusting” him did not constitute me giving him a hug after he broke in. It was much, much more than that.

My dad died of a brain aneurysm in March 2013. He passed away peacefully in his sleep. The thing about my dad, though, was that he was the most generous, most kindest man in this world. I know people like to say that about their parents, but it’s true about my dad. When I was 4, I remember him giving these guys a ride from prison–they were released after serving their sentence, but had to walk to get to where they were going. My dad picked them up, had them hop in the back of his pick-up truck, and took them home. He put his life, and basically mine, at the hands of these people who could have hurt us. They didn’t, thank God. My dad taught me to be selfless and understanding of the world, and of people, and I loved him for that. But when I lost him, it shattered me and turned me into an entirely different person.

After my dad died, I became severely depressed and angry. I was angry at everything. I had to take a leave from my job (I teach second grade). All day, I would lay in bed and think about how much I hated God–or whatever higher power–for taking my dad away. Nothing seemed worth it. After the guy–my friend–broke into my apartment, I hated him for a while. I hated my dad for making me so trusting (because I didn’t call the cops on the guy). I hated my dad for dying, I hated him for being so incredibly compassionate and better than me. I hated myself for being vulnerable. I just hated everything.

The guy who tried to rob me is a person. And of course, I constantly ask myself when I’m with him, “What happens if he tries to hurt me? Or rob me again?” But the thing about him is that–he knows I’m thinking this, and he constantly tries to reassure me. We have grown together as people, as I said. There’s a whole two years that I didn’t post in this recounting because it would be like a novel-length post. Do I “like” him? I don’t think so. I don’t think he “likes” me. I think we both understand, respect and honor the other for our mutual struggles. We’re proud of each other, and we’re both guilty of things. Me for shutting out my friends, family and students and becoming an awful person after I lost my dad, and him for going to incredible lengths to try and save his mother from experiencing incredible agony in her final moments.

I intend to show him this post. I want him to know. He doesn’t have a computer or internet, but I think he’ll find this humorous. His story is not mine to tell; how his mother died is not my story to tell; what exactly drove him to pry open my front door with a crowbar is not for me to tell; what happened to his family is not for me to tell. But what is for me to tell is that he is a human; he is flawed; God, he’s so flawed. But after knowing him, and learning about his life–about his childhood and the tiny little child who used to be so passionate about school and learning as he was, as he told me, I know that he has his story. I have my story. You have yours.

And although I think it is irrelevant, the thought of even dating after the last few years hasn’t crossed my mind. Was I involved in relationships prior to my dad’s passing? Yes. One was long-term and had a foreseeable end with an engagement, but things happen. Life happens.

I’m meeting with him tomorrow at his work, while he’s on break, to give him some old study materials that I have from a literature class I took in college. It’s all so normal, and I’m not afraid. My dad was never afraid, so I shouldn’t have to be. I choose not to be.

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This is such a wonderful story and whether or not it’s true, it still beautifully demonstrates that “criminals” are people too.

[Fic]: River’s End (Part 9)

Summary: Levi and Eren grew up together as brothers. They were in love. That was all there was to it.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7. Part 8.

Part 9: Levi was at peace.

Warning: Incest.

Thank you so much for nikooki for listening to my crying and editing this chapter like a champ!  Any remaining mistake is 100% my stubborn writer thingy adding stuff last minute.

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8 Things I Loved About The Parenthood Series Finale

I keep having the same thought over and over again when I start to contemplate last night’s Parenthood series finale. I think of the entire cast coming together to film that last scene on the baseball field and I wonder how many times someone looked around and thought, for a fleeting moment “Wait, where’s Craig [T. Nelson]?” And then I start crying, because isn’t that exactly how it is? The first Christmas morning or Passover seder or family reunion after someone has died, when everyone is together and it is just so obvious that someone is missing. 

These actors didn’t just play a family on TV, they became one in real life. And what was so special about being a fan was that we all felt like we were a part of it, too. #TeamBraverman. 

I wasn’t sure how they could possibly say goodbye in a way that would feel fulfilling, but they did (I’m not that surprised, Jason Katims’ brilliance knows no bounds). Here are 8 things I loved in the Parenthood series finale. 

8. Jason Street easter egg. 

It is the themes of family that have kept people coming back to Parenthood for six seasons. Over the course of that run, Jason Katims often borrowed actors from his previous show, Friday Night Lights (and if you haven’t watched FNL yet, run don’t walk. You are so lucky to have it to fill the void). Some had bigger arcs (Minka Kelly, Michael B. Jordan, Jurnee Smollett, Matt Lauria), others just made a quick appearance (Angela Rawna, Derek Phillips), but it was always clear that to work for Jason Katims meant to be a part of his family. As a Friday Night Lights fan, watching Parenthood felt like a private get-together. Each time a different familiar face popped up, all the warm feelings associated with FNL came flooding back and made Parenthood feel even cozier. 

The flash forward was a beautiful way to to tell us the rest of the Braverman stories (more on this in a bit), and to surprise us with Jason Street was a final reminder of the journey we’ve all been on and the connection we feel to these people and by extension, all the Katims’ characters we love. (I love that Scott Porter actually got up from the table and walked to the door so there is no ambiguity about whether it was actually Jason Street). 

7. The dancing.

Ain’t no dance party like a Braverman dance party. Having Sarah’s wedding in the final episode was the perfect opportunity to get the gang dancing and there’s nothing better than watching these Bravermans dance. We even got this exchange: 

Crosby: You coolin’ down after that show you just put on on the dance floor?

Adam: The fever’s gotta put himself on ice

Crosby: You got about 104….brain damage. 

6. Drew’s speech.

As Parenthood has evolved, Drew has quietly become my favorite character. Miles Heizer’s portrayal is subtle and nuanced and sometimes unbearably awkward, but his performances always convey real honesty. Hank asking Drew to be his best man was sweet; two naturally uncomfortable men finding a connection in their shared love of Sarah. And then Drew got up and gave a heartfelt toast in which he acknowledged how much his mother has sacrificed for her children’s happiness and how happy they are to finally see her finding some of her own. Lauren Graham’s perfectly glistening eyes were an added bonus. 

5. Max’s photography.

Max has grown a lot since we first met him, when he was just a boy with some challenging behaviors that his parents didn’t understand. Finding photography and realizing that it is something that he both loves and is good at was a major turning point for him. On top of that, finding Hank who believes in his talent and has helped him to nourish it has been invaluable. The culimnation of all of this growth was Hank entrusting Max with the photography duties at his wedding. It was an incredible leap of faith and one that Max has certainly earned. It’s amazing to see how far he has come (though I think the girl was too much; it’s okay to leave us believing that these characters still have some struggles in their lives). 

4. The flash forward. 

Parenthood is nothing if not a bit corny. Things always work out for the Bravermans. The seasons tend to wrap up in nice shiny bows, but, that’s part of why we love it. We root hard for these people and in the end, we just want to know that they’re going to be okay. And isn’t that what Zeek wanted too? The flash forward sequence gave us just that reassurance. If you were afraid that there would be no more Braverman babies, you can relax. There are many, many more babies to come. And Zeek Braverman, you can rest peacefully, your family is absolutely thriving. 

3. The redemption of Joel. 

One of my biggest points of contention with Parenthood over the last two years was the transformation of Joel Graham. Joel was the greatest character on the show. A devoted husband, an amazing father, an all-around rockstar brother-and-son-in-law and man is he nice to look at. When things started getting complicated in his marriage, Joel did a complete 180. He became mostly irrational and made some very strange un-Joel-like choices. When Julia put the divorce papers on the table, we finally started to see the old Joel reemerging. And then last night, as Joel and Julia danced and discussed the possibility of adopting Victor’s biological sister, Joel said this:

Joel: I was up all night, all I kept thinking was she’s Victor’s sister, she’s already ours. 

And just like that, Joel is back. 

2. Zeek dying. 

When the show cut to commerical at 10:49 last night and Zeek was still alive I started to wonder if it was actually possible that he wasn’t going to die. A small part of me was relieved by that thought, but the bigger part of me was terrified that they were really going to cop out like that. We’ve seen this family weather so many storms, it seemed poetically necessary to have them weather this one. But, still, I sat on my couch wondering how they could possibly have him die and appropriately grieve him in less than ten minutes. But they did it and it was spectacular and I am so so glad they decided to go there. 

1. The baseball field.

Some things are so obvious that it’s hard to believe they can be so beautiful, and yet that’s exactly why they are. Of course Zeek’s ashes were sprinkled on a baseball field. That is precisely what he would have wanted, and anyone who knew him at all would know that. Apart from his family, baseball was the love of Zeek’s life. It was the legacy he left behind for his children and grandchildren (and the kids who live at his old house now). It was the medium through which he bonded with the people he loved. There was no other place to honor Zeek than on a baseball field and the pure simplicity was stunning.

I’m CRYING because other ships have little league coaches AUs where your OTP coaches their daughter’s little league and are those obnoxious parents. Meanwhile, McDanno are literally those parents at the baseball game giving contradicting advice, arguing with each other, getting ejected from the game for yelling at the refs and then teaming up to yell at the ref. I just saw this with my own eyes. MY OWN EYES GUYS!!!

I do see were people come from when they say LM have chemistry, but I also think chemistry is subjective and it depends on the dynamic of the characters as well.

One of the reasons LM shippers think they have more chemistry than Rucas is because LM are more physical and passionate (both of them are driven by sensibility). I feel uncomfortable with the word sexual tension, do you realize they are kids right? But also I feel like this generation and TV shows in general shows kids that the only way to have chemistry it’s with the ‘love/hate’ 'almost kiss’ dynamic, which is untrue. Rowan and Peyton, Rucas have chemistry, it was in the fight scene from GMHS, the connection, almost crying and how well they can perform together. Just because they don’t have scenes like LM doesn’t mean there’s not chemistry, if there wasn’t chemistry then they wouldn’t be explored as a couple. The whole rant about baseball was improvised by both Peyton and Rowan, that’s chemistry. Every cast member have chemistry in a different way (according to their characters), if you think of chemistry differently then that’s fine but it’s very biased and also incorrect to say Rucas or any other couple don’t have chemistry.