conclusions

anonymous asked:

omg what is dead chicken i haven't seen it i'm curious now. but i do hope he wears the costume from 4cc at worlds. it belongs on a runway it's the most beautiful costume i've ever seen

you sweet summer child whose eyes have never been sullied by the sight of the chicken costume…i almost feel bad for answering this because your innocence will forever be gone. but you asked for it.

imagine the betrayal. going from one of the best costumes of the season, to this:

i can’t believe i had to go take these screencaps, i need to cleanse myself now

anonymous asked:

do you have any thoughts abt thomas and his possible return

i have many thoughts but when i open my mouth all you get is screaming. every time

Cursed Conclusions

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, and ,Moe
Couldn’t decide on which way to go
They voted an even score
Standing puzzled before the fork

They tried flipping coins, they tried rolling dice
But a quick decision just wouldn’t suffice
They couldn’t figure out how to choose
The conclusion was always two against two

They set up camp and waited for the sun
And in the morning, the left had become
So sun lit, they immediately knew
This was the path they had to choose

Now when Eeny, Meeny, Miny, and, Moe
Come to a difficult conclusion
The left side is where Eeny and Meeny go
While Miny and Moe pick the brighter solution

When we argue with what was, the only person who is going to suffer is us. It doesn’t matter why we are arguing. It doesn’t matter how justified our resistance is. When we begin to look deeply at what our mind is doing, we’ll see that our conclusions and justifications for our own suffering are what allow the suffering to continue.
—  Adyashanti

anonymous asked:

Duuuudududuude I'm in the middle of conclusions and you Need to draw that scene when the boiler breaks and they're cuddling on the couch with blankets watching cartoons omg please

Conclusions, by Bexless (excellent fic, read it!!)


(this is for sad anon too, they asked for something sappy and cute!)

(thanks for everyone who told me what they thought frank and gerard looked like in this fic)

when I first began struggling
hurt tangled in my hair
I do not think about the
man trying to undo the knots
until he is hanging head
and lifeless limbs
noose
making a home
around the
sleeping pulse
of his
throat

or the woman
that tried to cut him out
 with scissors
while I struggle harder
against her help

when she can no longer
take the red
weeping out of her
fingers

she gives up;

alone has a way
of showing you
what you weren’t
seeing when you
we’re together

—  T.L.R