She’s not the type of girl you’re used to… and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. She’s not easy to get to know. She’s guarded and closed off… anything even slightly personal is harder to get to than Fort Knox. With her – it’s always one step forwards and two steps back and it’s SO frustrating… But you think maybe you kind of like it… because when you see those little glimpses of her you know you’re probably the only person who ever has.
She can’t be charmed… she’s not that type of girl. She manages to twist your compliments into insults or downplay them into jokes, and again… it’s so frustrating!!! Why can’t she believe that you like her!? Why can’t she just accept that she’s beautiful?
She can’t be bought because again… she’s not that type of girl. Jewelry, flowers, gifts… none of it interests her and she gets angry if you try it. She seems to think it’s effortless, and to her credit she’s kind of right… you’re simply repeating the same rehearsed steps to try and make her like you that you did with every other girl… and it won’t work… because she’s not like other girls.
She’s demure yet provocative… She runs hot and cold… She’s self-conscious, but also self-assured… In fact, she’s just about every contradiction you can possibly think of and yet you’re somehow addicted to this roller coaster ride because you know that even when she’s being the complete opposite of herself she’s still the most ‘real’ woman you think you’ve ever met and you just want to get to know her more. You want to see all of her… get inside her mind… know everything there is to know about her…
But she won’t let you. She’s not that type of girl. And when the day comes to let her go and kiss her goodbye forever, you can tell she wants to cry… But she won’t… because she’s not that type of girl. She never was. She never will be… And that’s exactly what you loved about her most.
It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.
So she has gray hair. So fucking what. Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell. Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it.
Tell me something. Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person? Because it absolutely shouldn’t. I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit.
Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person. She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word. She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom. Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice.
And oh, yeah. She has gray hair.
But you know what else she has?
A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus. A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in. Admit it. Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.
And why shouldn’t they love each other like that?
Oh, I forgot. It’s the gray hair. That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts. That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world.
Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why? It comes from within. Don’t get me wrong. Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now.
I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old. They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid. They’re contemporaries. And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part. Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts? Know each other. They recognize each hard-earned beat.
So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery. Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this.
Look at her.
Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing.
Stepping off my soapbox now. I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human. That goes to the gif-makers. I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them.
I want to be better, like Sid. I want to be better every day. I don’t want to be number one in Carolina. I sign a big deal here because I feel we can win every year. I want to play with Sid a long time.
Every time I watch the last bit from today’s clip I wanna cry and clap forever because when Elias calls Sana “slavekvinne” and she seems obviously pissed off about it, 🚨 🚨 🚨THE OTHER BOYS DONT LAUGH OR MAKE THOSE SOUNDS LIKE OHHHHHHH 🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨 THEY 🚨 🚨 CALL ELIAS OUT 🚨 🚨 🚨 🚨I REPEAT 🚨 🚨THEY CALL ELIAS OUT 🚨 🚨 🚨BECAUSE THEY 🚨 🚨 🚨 RESPECT 🚨 🚨 🚨 SANA 🚨 🚨 🚨 This wouldn’t have happened in other shows BUT THIS IS SKAM.
my heart is gonna be crying forever because of the moment diana loses faith in humanity, and says that humanity doesn’t deserve her, but steve… steve tries to comfort her by holding her face in his hands and tries to explain to her that maybe humans are not that good, and cries while doing so… then reminds her that “It’s not about ‘deserve.’ It’s about what you believe.” It’s something that diana already knows deep down, but she needs a reminder, and this person, steve.. with whom she has been through so much, and who has been an amazing example of the best that humanity can be, is the perfect person to give her that reminder.