derek philips

Being Ricks Daughter and secretly dating Daryl would include..

••hope its as requested! ••

— Rick telling you constantly that nobody is good enough for you and that he must approve who you date.

— Your father constantly asking you if you’re seeing anybody and you telling him “no” giggling to yourself as you look at Daryl.

— Sneaking out of the house after Rick and Carl have fallen asleep and going to Daryl’s house to watch movies.

— Telling your father that Daryl is training you to go on runs so you can spend more time with Daryl.

— Daryl pulling you into a close by room to have a quick make-out session while Rick is busy.

— spending the night with Daryl at his house for days while Rick is on runs that take days before he comes back.

— Having to beg Denise to not tell your father that you asked for an extra box of condoms because you don’t want him knowing that you and Daryl are having sex.

— Rick sort’ve suspecting that something is going on between you and Daryl because whenever you’re in trouble, Daryl is always the first one to stand up for you.

— No matter what, your father and Daryl will always be the two most important men in your life wether rick likes it or not.

Originally posted by darusreedus

Target x Neiman Marcus
“Holiday 24” Campaign 2012
Photo: Craig McDean
Leading stylist: Alex White
Hair stylist: Orlando Pita
Model: Karlie Kloss
Latex: House of Harlot

The Target x Neiman Marcus Holiday Collection included 24 CFDA members:
Alice + Olivia, Altuzarra, Band of Outsiders, Brian Atwood, Carolina Herrera, Marchesa, Oscar de la Renta, Philip Crangi, Prabal Gurung, Proenza Schouler, Derek Lam, Diane von Furstenberg, Eddie Borgo, Jason Wu, Judith Leiber, Lela Rose, Marc Jacobs, rag & bone, Robert Rodriguez, Rodarte, Skaist-Taylor, Thom Browne, Tory Burch, Tracy Reese

Tim Riggins - 10 Days meme

Day 1 - Your favorite Tim scene

I picked this scene, because it simply represents what Tim has been wanting since day one. He is a home town boy, he never wanted to leave Texas, his main dream was not NFL or college or anything of that kind, he simply wanted to own a land and build his little house there. It has always been “Texas forever” for Tim and I’m really glad he was finally able to achieve this dream, so it’s definitely my favorite Tim’s scene.

Philip Seymour Hoffman (1967-2014)

by: Derek Godin

It happened with James Gandolfini this past summer. It happened with Paul Walker and Peter O'Toole none too long ago. And it happened yesterday with Philip Seymour Hoffman.

That dull, pleasant feeling you get when you’re idly tweeting or facebooking all but vanished the second you see the first reports of a death trickle in. “No fucking way,” you tell yourself. It’s a hoax, it’s gotta be a hoax. More reports come in. The skeptics buckle down, waiting for a confirming source. For maybe an hour, the person in question exists in Internet Purgatory, that quantum state of death and non-death that people in a certain sphere find themselves in through no fault of their own. Dummy websites trawl for user hits and ad money, because that’s the weird po-mo world we’ve built, where someone can’t die in peace until they’re buried. With every passing day, people online cycle through the five stages of grief faster and faster. We cry in the afternoon, we mourn by suppertime.

I can’t imagine what Mimi O'Donnell, her children, and the rest of the Hoffman clan must be going through. To lose someone so close so early in life so suddenly delivers the kind of immense anguish that’s impossible to process at once. It’s the kind that drags, that you never fully get over. More than anguish, you feel outright robbed. I wish them all the courage they need to face this most heinous of thefts. But I do hope that they take some small solace in the fact that Hoffman left this plane having affected countless people positively, and having left a body of work worthy of being dissected and fawned over by generations of movie lovers to come.

As the confirmations of Hoffman’s passing multiplied, so did the small but heartfelt condolences. As time went on, my Twitter feed filled with beautiful bite-sized eulogies celebrating a great man and his equally great body of work. Recollections of favorite roles, favorite scenes, and one-off encounters. The composite image that emerged from the collected messages of total strangers was that of a truly gifted performer of utmost generosity and geniality.

Mourning someone you don’t know is a strange proposition, but art demands that you forge a relationship of sorts with the abstract concept of an audience. For twenty years, Hoffman put in consistently great performances that endeared him to this abstract concept. His name was like a stamp of quality, signalling that even if the movie wasn’t great, that at least he would be. During the initial post-announcement parade of recollections, nearly everything he did from Hard Eight on got a nod. That’s the best thing about all great performers, Hoffman included; whether they’re onscreen for three minutes or three hours, their presence sears itself into your memory. They make it count. And for that, I can only thank Philip Seymour Hoffman from the bottom of my movie-loving heart.

Lives end, but legacies are forever. Rest in peace PSH.

Over the next couple of days, Juan and I are each going to write about a PSH movie we haven’t yet seen. I’m going to tackle Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, while Juan will do The Savages. It’s admittedly an odd way to mourn a man we didn’t know, but it’s our small way of honouring the man’s work.