god they are all over each other today

So I had cause to rewatch episode 3 of Critical Role today, and that one has some Dang Good Moments:

  • The world’s most awkward assassination. Vex has her very dramatic and badass “We’ll rescue her, and we’re going to kill your god!” line, and then everyone just sort of looks at each other awkwardly for like five full seconds of silence, and Vax just sort of grins with a “?????” expression and finally slits the duergar’s throat.
  • All the various watches standing guard at night fail to roll well enough to figure out what’s up with the seal of Bahamut carved into the wall over their camp, so it’s just a long procession of, “Huh, that’s pretty.”
  • Scanlan sneaks alone into a war camp and gets front-row seats to the brain-sucking extravaganza.
  • Vox Machina actually comes up with what might be their best and most successful plan yet: use Hallucinatory Terrain to slightly extend a chasm overlooking a 1000-foot drop and lure the enemies into charging forward. It still involves Grog calling it a “rim job”, Vax flicking double-birds, Vax nearly losing the flying carpet permanently, Vax nearly dying, and a lot of confused yelling, but hey, that’s about par for the course.
  • The Wrath of Vex, Prequel Edition: “You lost our flying carpet, you unconscious bastard!”
  • Vex and Keyleth rebelling and stealing the carpet to go check out a cave.
  • Vex and Keyleth managing to make friends (allies) with a mind flayer. Keyleth gives him a tulip. Scanlan sings him a song based on “Sexual Healing”, which he enjoys thoroughly. Everyone tries to name him Clarence. What is this show.
  • My favorite thing is this room full of professional voice actors doing a full-body sympathetic cringe every time Matt pulls out his throat-destroying Clarota voice.

today i had a lady process three separate transactions with me over the course of 10 minutes, and only after i had finished the third + final transaction did she actually look at me enough to say “oh my god, you cut off all your hair!”

also had another lady come in with her wife, and they teased each other about who forgot the receipt + who was going to go get the replacement item. then she told me how nice my haircut was and how she hoped i had a hat and how i probably looked so cute in hats

and i almost cried i just love women so much

REAL TALK.
I mean every single day we go online and trust me I love the internet, love it. But every day we go online and we scroll through the highlight of other peoples of other people’s awesome lives. But we don’t see the highlight reel of our awesome lives, all we see is the behind the scenes of our lives. We see every single moment from when we wake up and are like oh god not feeling my hair today, not gonna be a good day today for the hair. You see your doubts, you see your fears, you see your concerns, you’re the only one that’s inside your brain feeling all of your anxieties and the voices that are telling you that you can’t be who you wanna be or that you’re not who you wanna be or that you wanna be more like that other person over there. Let me tell you, people are mean to each other, but no voices are as mean as our own voices are to ourselves. Is it true or is it false? It’s true right?
Okay so if there’s one thing you come away from this night remembering I want it to be this. Every day when you look in the mirror and your mind is telling you all the things you’re not. If those things are, you’re not cool enough, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not popular enough, you’re not successful enough, you’re not special, you’re not wanted, you’re not unique.
Those are not the things you are not, let me tell you the things you are not.
You are not somebody else’s opinion of you. That’s what you’re not. You are not going nowhere just because you are not where you want to be yet.
You are not damaged goods just because you have made mistakes in your life. Those are the things you’re not.  
Let me tell you the things you are. Would you like to hear the things that you are?
You are your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile and no-one else’s definition. You are wiser, stronger and smarter because you made mistakes in your life, not damaged. And lastly, London England, you are someone who is probably standing here tonight going through your own battles, fighting your own ghosts, trying to cover your own scars, stressing about your own stresses but rather then wallowing in them, you got up, you put on an awesome outfit and now we’re all standing here together having the best time of our lives at a concert on a Saturday night. That’s what you are.
I’ve realised that it’s not about being perfect, it’s not about feeling perfect. I think that sometimes it’s just about getting on with things and after a while you look around and realise that you’re happy today, and that’s all the matters. I just want you to know that one thing I have learned in 25 years and I’m still learning is that; if you get rained on, you walk through a bunch of storms, life is constantly coming at you, that doesn’t make you damaged, that makes you clean.
—  Taylor Swift, Clean Speech, 1989 Tour, Hyde Park, London, England, 27-6-15

sex with Luke would include:

• kisses everywhere over your body
• “you’re so beautiful,”
• moaning into your neck
• nipping at your thighs
• really stupid jokes in the middle of it
• “hey babe guess what i did today!,” as he’s kissing your neck
• “what, luke?”
• “i petted like 30 different puppies, it was awesome!,”
• “seriously luke?”
• mumbling a “sorry” before he starts kissing your neck again
• so much moaning
• pulling your leg over his shoulder so he can go deeper
• so many bite marks all over each other’s body
• scratch marks, too
• constantly mumbling each others name
• change of pace with his thrusts
• slow and deep
• quick and needy
• “god, plea-please do that again”
• a lot of whining
• his voice breaking when he reaches his high
• him constantly saying “i love you”
• him pulling you as close as possible so he can fuck you as hard as he can

ashton calum michael

Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley.

An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn’t moving or blinking. They hadn’t closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance.

They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman’s body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven.

I didn’t believe a word of it, but I knew it’d be easier for him to understand.
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people.

I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him.

He doesn’t know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won’t see or talk to him for five years.

And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don’t know.

On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.
On and on we run away from the things we are afraid.

I don’t tell him about the dream I had the night before where I’m riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I’ve never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree.

I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured.

I bleed to death in excruciating pain.

I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die.

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.

1. "You should’ve known better.“  90."Sorry, I have feelings too…"   TIG

"Tiggy, you’ve really pissed Alexis off.” I said, shutting the door behind me to his dorm.

“And? That little shit should’ve know better!” He barked, his eyes still wild.

“You should’ve known better.” I told him softly. “You’re the adult, babe.”

He rolled his eyes, “Sorry, I have feelings too…”

“Oh my god!” I rolled my shoulders, getting fully fed up with how these two were acting.

Alexis is my 16 year old niece. I’m her legal guardian.

Alexis and Tig were like water and oil, they just didn’t mix.

I came home from work today, both of them screaming at each other and it all started over a damn prank.

“You need to apologize, Tig.” I said.

He pointed towards the bar area, “She said some hurtful shit Y/N! I’ve done just about all I could for that girl and this is the thanks I get?”

“What’re you trying to say?” I asked him, cocking my head to the side.

He plopped down onto the bed, “I just want some appreciation, a thank you at least.”

A knock at the door sounded. I turned and opened it, revealing a crying Alexis.

“Alexis?” I asked her.

She shook her head and came in. Tig looked at her wearily.

“Do you hate me?” She asked him.

Standing behind her, I gave Tig a look and pointed at her.

He looked at her like she was crazy, “Hell no! Who told you that?!”

Alexis pointed with her thumb, “Croweater… and I heard what you said.” She cried.

Tig got off of the bed and wrapped Alexis up in a hug. “I don’t hate you, baby doll. You just make some things difficult when it doesn’t need to be.” He said, softly.

“I’m sorry,” she bursted into tears, hugging Tig as if he were her life line. “Not… use to… having a father… figure care.” She managed to get out between cries.

I went to them, wrapping them both up in my hug, kissing their heads.

A few tears escaped Tig’s eyes and I couldn’t help the ‘awwww’ that came from my mouth.

I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Tig multiple times, then kissed Alexis’ head one last time.

“You both talk, iron this out.” I said.

“Where are you goin’?” Alexis asked, wiping her cheeks.

“There’s a Croweater who needs to be put in her place.” I smiled.

Tig kissed me quickly, “Go get 'em, baby.” He returned my smile.

I waved, leaving them to have a much needed talk.

One of the reasons I’ve never lost my faith in God is because of His perfect, unfailing love. It’s only because He chose grace. I don’t deserve a love like that, but never stopped Him from loving me; His love isn’t based on what I do or don’t, my ‘goodness’ or crap, He loves me. He wants my heart and to love it. He wants to see me whole.

In today’s world, there is no love like His. Humanity is a shithole of hurting each other over and over. But we all know who we have been at our worst and it takes some humility to realize we all screw up, none of us are without faults. Even at my darkest, He loves me. A love like that you don’t run from because there’s nothing that can ever change it. He keeps loving me. Everyone could leave and He’d still be there with love. There’s a steadfast faithfulness, an endurance in that which is totally unmatched by anyone who has known me.

People give up. People fail each other. I have, I get exhausted just seeing how crappy people act toward each other sometimes. But God never gets worn out and quits. He never says “yeah nope, you’ve gone beyond forgiving, bye, good luck.” This is why it’s so important to know God’s love, because when others give up or fail us, we can be loved and love despite because that is the love we know and experience from Him. It’s all grace.

Not everyone knows God’s love or believes it, but I know anyone would agree we all need a love like that. A love that says no matter your worst or best, I love you.