how the hell are we going to survive

This Heart of Mine

Written for the prompt: Dean and Cas are both about to die so one makes a deathbed love confession. When they miraculously survive things are awkward between the two of them, the confessor not thinking the other feels the same way; angst with a happy ending. 

Zombie apocalypse. That’s actually how Dean’s going down.A fucking zombie apocalypse. 

The thing that pisses him off is: zombies are easy. Bullet to the brain and they’re down for the count. Again. But yet, here he is, trapped in a damn storage closet with a graceless Castiel at his side, and one bullet sitting in the magazine of his glock. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"How the hell did we get here?" Dean mutters mostly to himself. He lets his head fall back against the hard cement wall behind him and tries to block out the sounds of the incessantly moaning dead just outside the door.

"Through the mess hall," Castiel states gravely. 

Dean heaves a sigh. “Rhetorical question, Cas.” He glances around the empty storage closet, rubbing at his eyes and trying to force himself to think. He doesn’t get into jams like this. He just doesn’t.

Yet here he is.

As they sit, waiting for their inevitable death - what else can they do, really - part of Dean hopes the zombies will get tired of waiting for them, wander off to harvest somebody else’s brain. And it sounds wild, but hope’s all he’s got left at this point; that’s how fucking bleak the situation is.

When the door handle starts to wiggle, moans seeping beneath the door and creeping into the storage room, Dean comes to the conclusion hope is for suckers.

The wiggling becomes more incessant and is quickly accompanied by heavy fists pounding on the door, and Dean and Castiel are on their feet, breathing shallow and shoulders taut. 

"They’re not strong enough to break in, right?" Dean asks and despite already knowing the answer he needs Castiel to say no. 

"Yes, with enough force they could break the lock."

"Fuck." Dean mutters. He looks at his gun again, that one bullet not even enough to buy them some extra time, and then at Cas who’s watching him with calculated eyes. 

"We can’t hold them off for long." Castiel says.

Dean snickers, shakes his head. “Fuck, Cas, aren’t you quite the optimist.” 

The door clangs loudly and Dean’s head snaps up and towards the sound. The grotesque faces of the dead are peering through the small window on the door, their jaws working jerkily as they groan.

They’ve double, tripled almost, in numbers, and they’re crowding around the door, pounding decaying flesh covered hands against the metal. 

This is it. Last episode, folks, no To Be Continued.

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弱虫ペダル SPECIAL RIDE: yoshino hiroyuki as arakita, kakihara tetsuya as toudou, hino satoshi as shinkai, and maeno tomoaki as fukutomi (♡∀♡)

i’m late on this but i only just now watched the OVA after finding out my hakogaku boys actually SPEAK IN IT so here have the whole 20 seconds of dialog that came out of the third years’ mouths, to keep us impatient for the next three months until they actually show up in the anime (( and until abe!izumida and yonaga!manami actually speak sentences aaaaa ))

Pine

…I was googling pics of Pine (nothing new there XD) when I came across some pics of his dad with a beard and has such a “oh no he’s hot” moment. XD;;

(I’ve seen pics of him many times before, usually in the company of his son or from various acting roles, but… just not with a beard… And omg, the beard…)

*saves the pics, stares lustfully* XD;;;;

…One thing is certain, Chris Pine will remain just as unbearably hot and gorgeous even long past so-called “prime years”, considering his dad.

btw guys i have an announcement to make!!!!

[drum rolls] I WILL BE AT ASYLUM 14 IN MAY!!!!! 

i have an emerald ticket so it’s probably gonna be hell (i guess?? not really sure how it works there) but i’m happy i’ll see the cast again and hopefully some of you guys??? let me know if you are going so we can meet up or something ;;u;;

wtf is America doing? there are trying stop us send money back home in Somalia . They are closing down the Money transfers. And they have influenced other countries in the world to do so aswell, including NZ. So how the hell are ppl back home going to survive, without us sending them money?! and you know what the excuse is ? oh we don’t know whaat the money is going to be used for, it could be used to support a terrorist group. stfu   

Sabaw.

I seriously don’t know what to blog anymore. I’ve been ‘sabaw’ for almost a week now. My brain is currently preoccupied with thoughts on how am I going to survive the hell month a.k.a March. Our thesis proposal was rejected (again) and we need to come up with a new title proposal (again) to be presented (again) this saturday. And idk man, I am so fucking done with rejections. I guess ‘fuck’ and ‘cram’ will be my favorite words this up coming month.

Let’s just anticipate that we (all of us) will disappoint ourselves somehow. Go ahead and let it happen. Let somebody else be a better mother than you for one afternoon. Let somebody else go to art school. Let somebody else have a happy marriage, while you foolishly pick the wrong guy. (Hell, I’ve done it; it’s survivable.) While you’re at it, take the wrong job. Move to the wrong city. Lose your temper in front of the boss, quit training for that marathon, wolf down a truckload of cupcakes the day after you start your diet. Blow it all catastrophically, in fact, and then start over with good cheer. This is what we all must learn to do, for this is how maps get charted — by taking wrong turns that lead to surprising passageways that open into spectacularly unexpected new worlds. So just march on. Future generations will thank you — trust me — for showing the way, for beating brave new footpaths out of wonky old mistakes.

anonymous asked:

Broken Bells, Vampire Weekend

  • BROKEN BELLS:Tell the story of someone you never expected to become friends with.
    • wickedeyeswickedhearts is my bffl and he was my brother and sister’s friend long before he ever was mine. But my freshman year/his sophomore year we bonded over our mutual hatred of one really annoying kid in our trombone section and things progressed from there. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him in it or how I would have ever survived my senior year of hs without him.
  • VAMPIRE WEEKEND:What are you wearing right now?
    • Jeans and my senior shirt and my bama sweatshirt because it’s cold as hell and I still have one more class to go to today :(

Let’s just anticipate that we (all of us) will disappoint ourselves somehow. Go ahead and let it happen. Let somebody else be a better mother than you for one afternoon. Let somebody else go to art school. Let somebody else have a happy marriage, while you foolishly pick the wrong guy. (Hell, I’ve done it; it’s survivable.) While you’re at it, take the wrong job. Move to the wrong city. Lose your temper in front of the boss, quit training for that marathon, wolf down a truckload of cupcakes the day after you start your diet. Blow it all catastrophically, in fact, and then start over with good cheer. 

This is what we all must learn to do, for this is how maps get charted — by taking wrong turns that lead to surprising passageways that open into spectacularly unexpected new worlds. So just march on. Future generations will thank you — trust me — for showing the way, for beating brave new footpaths out of wonky old mistakes. Fall flat on your face if you must, but please, for the sake of us all, do not stop.

Elizabeth Gilbert, The Best Thing You Can Do For Yourself — And All The Women Around You

(image source: oprah.com)

writtentofreedom asked:

I'm going back and rereading the Hunger Game Utaite Hell adventures and. I do not understand. "They try for suicide. It fails. They die." ?? logic? also i was kinda sad meychan kept dying so quickly despite the fact that we all knew it was gonna happen. that boy and survival are on opposite ends of the park. also imagining @gain ambushing yukimi rip.

i took it to mean something similar to how the first book ended like “we’re both going to die so nobody wins” but since they weren’t the only ones left it was kinda pointless

poor meychan. either he gets killed by his friends or he dies by accident.

[@gain voice] i’m sorry yukimi-chan
[yukimi voice] ….fu ck yo u…….

I’m struggling with depression. This hasn’t been my first time arm wrestling this emotional state, we go way back, and I’ve always been convinced that I am in control and I can “beat” this.

Only issue is, this emotional arm wrestle is with Arnold Schwarzenegger at his prime and he’s high on Angel Dust for the first time. Meanwhile, I’m 5’2”, angry as hell when I have to lug more than one grocery bag up one flight of stairs, and I’m unable to open jars while on my period. (Greater question: how am I currently surviving?)

This will be the first time I’m seeking professional help to sort out this convoluted situation and I’m scared. This whole “I can beat this” attitude has helped me overcome obstacles with social anxiety and my last go at therapy was a great sounding board, but this rhino on my heart is… Different. It’s growing up, it’s growing with me. The higher the highs, the lower the lows, and I’m worried that I’m going to look up and realize I’m six feet under with everyone I love stretching out their hands to pull me out, but I can’t reach their hands, in fact I’m too small to even begin to climb out. That is, unless I own what’s happening and talk to someone who knows what they are doing.

I’m going to stay positive, I’m trying to stay positive. Whether medication is the solution, or simply talking to someone once a week helps, it’s better than this state right now. Of waking up and feeling like I can’t get out of bed and I don’t. Of having the only reason why I’m leaving my bed and showering being because I have to go to work and make money to keep my bed. Of feeling so unconsolable yet this is the happiest I have been in 2 years and I am so grateful I literally cannot express it. I literally cannot express it.

This has helped. Writing this. As alone as I feel, writing has always brought me comfort and the words remind me that I am not alone. That more people than I can fathom are fighting the same fight I am and that there are still good days for all of us and on the bad days when we need support the most, we can reach out in some form to ease the pressure. Hence why this is here, to provide yet another perspective, another story of survival, of coping, and of coming through the tunnel instead of circling around it.

We can rebuild it! Going to get dad a new Hard Drive in about 20 mins. Its an emergency. Gaming must survive! Besides he just bribed me with a 20 dollar amazon card. Hell yes Ill use that! 

Note to self: Buy the other 2 PJO books….I am a hopeless nerd with shiny addiction.

Plus how often does one actually get to use the awesome power of parental trust with thier card to do a good gaming deed!

Let’s recap shall we
January he was arrested
February she died from cancer
March princess died
May I barely survived through school
May she was born and I love her so very much
June and July we suffer really bad financially
July I’m reminded of her death with fireworks
August those three died
September she died and I didn’t know how to comfort my mom
September Dizzy died
October Mocha died
November and December were hard with out all of them
January it had been a year
February she was diagnosed with stage 4
Well shit this has been hell and I’m still going through more. I don’t know how I’m going to survive.

Hell yeah,

I saw Nathan and I’m happy again. Puts a little shine to the trophy. I don’t know if I’m just noticing now but Nathan has been telling me, frequently, how much he loves me. Also really telling gushy shit when we do anything. I’m not complaining -it’s awesome.

But we talk about like “shit 7 months without you, how the hell am I going to survive when I missed you when you left for conference.” Even like when we start to bang he’s like “honestly 3 days and this feels fucking amazing, after 7 months i’ll probably only be able to poke you.”

And he tells me he loves me. He tells me it will definitely go fast, he will definitely come back (DUH) and be with me. He will be moved in with me. We will make it all the way, it’s set out. Here’s the deal, no changes.

I always tear up, I’m going to cry just talking about it because YO MAN THE WEEK I WAS GONE FOR WINTER TRAINING KILLLLED ME. Praise Bobbi and Tyler like JC.

Before, when Nathan came over, we hugged each other real tight and long. This hug felt different than all the others. This hug is what it’s going to feel like after those 7 months. Except maybe I’ll jump in his arms and suck his dick on the spot idk.

Literal longing and just like this “hell yeah” finally back together moment.

we have it good though. Nathans younger brother and his girlfriend are spending each moment. Each moment is escalating to this definite break up since his girlfriend is joining the Navy and will be gone for 5 years. Not a commitment either of them want. But i don’t understand that -why cry now right?

Don’t cry because I have until summer. And like he said, he’s coming back.

anonymous asked:

my ex is with this girl now and she hates me and she likes to post pictures of them together, knowing i'll see it and he's an asshole and a player and i just don't even know what i'm saying anymore im upset :(

fuck her. shes not worth it, babe. i know how you feel. i have an ex like that too. and it hurts like hell, i know. but we’ll go through that. we’ll survive, because were both strong. dont let her get to you. <33

The Way to Go About Things

Well here we are again back to this obviously insane world. Yet, oddly cruel and unforgivable. Well, the names Payton don’t wear it out. I’m pretty normal I think, just your average crazily curly mouse brown hair that never seems to calm down, green eyes the color of moss, thanks for those dad they are a real hit. Well this is how I, Payton seem to somehow survive school. Yes, that’s right survive not thrive. Until I’m gone from this hell hole they call high school. I’m bookish and yah…..not good for high school. I hang with the crazy colored hair people. We seem to have common interests I think. Oh and the worst part of all I’m a freshman, That’s right freshmeat. 

Prologue.

Let’s just anticipate that we (all of us) will disappoint ourselves somehow. Go ahead and let it happen. Let somebody else be a better mother than you for one afternoon. Let somebody else go to art school. Let somebody else have a happy marriage, while you foolishly pick the wrong guy. (Hell, I’ve done it; it’s survivable.) While you’re at it, take the wrong job. Move to the wrong city. Lose your temper in front of the boss, quit training for that marathon, wolf down a truckload of cupcakes the day after you start your diet. Blow it all catastrophically, in fact, and then start over with good cheer. This is what we all must learn to do, for this is how maps get charted — by taking wrong turns that lead to surprising passageways that open into spectacularly unexpected new worlds. So just march on. Future generations will thank you — trust me — for showing the way, for beating brave new footpaths out of wonky old mistakes.
Fall flat on your face if you must, but please, for the sake of us all, do not stop.