crying while making these

To Our Sunshine Boy

Originally posted by thornescratch

There are no words to express how heartbroken I am. The world isn’t fair. None of this is fair. There was no way to protect everyone we loved, and in the world’s cruelest act yet, you suffered the consequences. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve anything that happened to you from the trade deadline on. You deserve so much more. You deserved to be appreciated by the Capitals and the coaching staff and to be a top-4 defenseman, but you were ripped away from us. And now we’re in shambles without you. I honestly don’t know how we’re going to cope (spoiler alert: we won’t).

In your years here, you were absolutely one of the best people to watch. You don’t go anywhere without brightening everyone’s day. You radiate sunshine. So smiley, so pure, so happy. 

You have such a kind heart. You care a lot, you’re hilarious, and every time I see you, no matter what you’re doing, you look like you’re having the time of your life.

Whether you’re at casino night,

riding segways,

playing video games,

Originally posted by holtbyism

or playing your heart out on the ice,

you are the guy out there having the most fun. I love your energy and enthusiasm. We all do. You make being a fan of the Capitals and hockey much more fun.

And I say from the bottom of my heart, that you deserved so much better from us. You may have been the player most overlooked within our organization. Your defense is so good and so electric, and yet you were always the one getting sat over veterans who just couldn’t keep up. You deserved more. But I want to tell you that even if the organization didn’t respect you as much as it should have, we sure did. Everyone I know absolutely loves you and believes you should have been treated better. I mention Nate Schmidt and their eyes light up. You are so, so loved, Sunshine. You’re so loved that your shirts at Kettler are sold out and I couldn’t buy one. You have the fans behind your back.

So I guess this is goodbye. I can hope beyond hope that somehow the trading gods will take pity on us and bring you back to us, but I’ve never been that lucky. So here’s to you, Schmidty. Here’s to your smiles, your laughs, your jokes, your warmth, your friendship with Chorns and your friendship with Holts, and your everything. I really don’t want this to be goodbye. It’s taking everything I have to write this, but I think it needs to be done. I’d say this is me letting you go, but it’s not. I’m going to follow you relentlessly wherever you go, and I will buy a shirt of yours from wherever you land. And when that team comes to the Verizon Center, I will drop everything I’m doing to come and see you. Because you mean so much to me and to this team. Of all the recent losses, like Mike Green, Joel Ward, Jason Chimera, Brooks Laich, and Michael Latta, this one stings the most. We’re going to miss you so, so much. But most of all, I want you to be happy and to play every single game. If you can do that and be happy, I might just be able to get by.

Thanks for everything, Sunshine.

Originally posted by thornescratch

anonymous asked:

Imagine Diana keeping photos, journals, and later on videos of past Steves. At first she does it to help him remember who he was, but later it just became more for her then him. Years and years into the future Steve hasn't remembered yet but has met Diana, and stumbles on everything? Journal after journal explaining what was happening, who he was, what he's done. Videos with his face, his laugh. In this life he never remembers, but instead he pretends he does, because he's already fallen in love

this is so sad and high-key reminds me of 50 first dates

i’m imagining diana sitting in a dark room with the journal after steve dies every time and putting together the story of his life and the impact he had on the world. she never lets herself cry while she’s doing it, but that somehow makes it even worse

when steve gets shown the journals (sometimes he refuses to see them. diana doesn’t fault him for it), he’s like “you put these together by yourself??” diana says yes. steve is appalled. “diana. that’s, like. so depressing. do you do any happy things in the years i’m dead?” diana thinks it over. “i destroy bad people.”

honestly, these kids.

in the lifetime where he accidentally discovers the journals and pretends to remember his lives, lbr diana probably figures it out pretty quickly. i can’t decide if she’d be like “steve dude wtf” or just let him pretend for a while. probably a combination. either way, they both just love each other so much and try to escape from the burdens of steve’s past lives for just a moment.


“our audience is this big anonymous mass on the internet, so meeting each individual person and hearing their story and actually being able to connect with the people that have given us everything, i think, is really important.”


Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, ‘you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two-thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.

Not to make light of the everything that is the No Man’s Land sequence, but one of my favorite moments in Wonder Woman is a small, nearly forgettable moment, and the one I would argue at its core is Most Diana™️

After Veld is liberated and before they’re getting ready to go to the Gala, Charlie finally falters, expressing his self-doubt at joining them after choking earlier.

And Diana - kind, good, darling Diana - she smiles and laughs, not in a way that mocks or belittles, but rather expresses a purity and sincerity.

“Oh Charlie,” she breathes, “Then who will sing for us?”

With such a simple, seemingly innocent gesture, she reminds us of her true superpower. Yes, she’s strong. She’s a fierce warrior, she can fight like a badass and make us cry while watching her deflect bullets and swing a sword, but more than that, more than making us believe in her, she makes us believe in ourselves

Wonder Woman inspires and reminds us of the goodness within; of our own value, strength, and significance. 

She reminds Charlie of his own worth. That he is more than an eye behind a lens and a finger above a trigger. That a moment of weakness doesn’t define us, any more than our pasts, and she lifts him out of that insecurity effortlessly. 

I just.

Diana, man.