i call on the resting soul

One day, many years from now when you realize what you’ve lost - you will search for me. 
Perhaps you’ll email me but there’ll be no reply; or maybe you’ll call my number but it will have changed…. And when you give up trying to find me physically, you’ll search for me emotionally. 
You’ll try to find someone else who will love you like I did or make you laugh as much as I used to … but you’ll soon realize there’s nobody else quite like me… 
I was unique… I was the one for you - and you lost me. 
And you will try so desperately to find traces of me in every soul you meet for the rest of your days ….but you will never ever find me.

anonymous asked:

What inspired Daisy's appearance and character, if anything?

Hhhhokay, time for ramble:

So, back when Soul Calibur 3 was still relevant I’d make tons of custom characters, because character creation tools give me life.

Daisy started as whatever the knight class was called that could use lances, and was just cute tomboy girl with lance and heavy armor. Eventually I started trying to translate her into fitting in with the rest of the character I had at the time.

I was getting more into mecha and stuff around that time as well, so Armor and Lance seemed to translate well into Cool Power Suits/ Giant Mechs and Big Snipey Guns.

The telekinesis used to be a thing I had for Iris, but she already had enough weird stuff going on so I stripped that off and dropped it on Daisy. I just like the idea of mixing telekinesis with like, curving bullets or maybe projecting it through a giant mech to lift  b i g    h u g e.

After kicking around the mecha stuff for a while I decided it would just be some undefined future event so I could ponder other various things.

Me When My OTP Does Anything

Me: Ahhhhhh yes, right now we are experiencing some feeling called FEELS. That devastating feeling where you just want to SLAM YOUR FACE IN THE WALL AND DIE CUZ OMGGGGG MY OTP. BABY HES JUST A CINNAMON ROLL STOP IT AHAHHSDKEJXNWKDKDJDLFNEKEJ

I wonder if you even think of what you’re doing while you’re breaking the fuck out of someone. Are you thinking of them laying in bed at night, screaming like someone killed them? Do you realize you’re committing legal murder. It might even be worse than murder since these people have to keep on living. Do YOU? Do you realize people never recover from the traumatic shit that you do? End up on mass amounts of pills the rest of their already fucked up existence? Hate their selves? Do you people realize what it does to those you leave so fucking violently? Lay your hands on? Call names? Force yourselves on? You’re killing parts of their souls, their brains, their life.. but we’re suppose to save ourselves from the most legal way to kill someone right? Well I guess we wouldn’t have to if people didn’t think it was okay to kill our minds with abuse in the first place.
—  You’re a survivor Andy. A world renowned, abused, self hated & self loving fucked up individual. Thank you to the criminals who made me so god damn possible aye?
George Michael

I enjoyed my Christmas. The entire day was good. Then late last night I heard the news about one of my favorite singers of all time. I loved loved loved George Michael. I would watch all of his videos on VH1. Of course, that is when VH1 actually played videos. I may have been too young to understand his songs then but I thought he was one of the most handsome men on TV. I had the biggest crush on him growing up.

Growing up, Black radio stations played White artists that we called “ Blue Eye Soul”. His music was always on the radio and I watched All of his videos. I loved that man. I don’t care who he was, what his sexuality was. I had the biggest crush on George Michael.

He is in Heaven with the other great talents that I also loved! ( Michael Jackson, Prince, Whitney Houston and others).

Rest in peace you beautiful Man.

George Michael.

One day, many years from now when you realize what you’ve lost - you will search for me.
Perhaps you’ll email me but there’ll be no reply; or maybe you’ll call my number but it will have changed…. And when you give up trying to find me physically, you’ll search for me emotionally.
You’ll try to find someone else who will love you like I did or make you laugh as much as I used to … but you’ll soon realize there’s nobody else quite like me…
I was unique… I was the one for you - and you lost me.
And you will try so desperately to find traces of me in every soul you meet for the rest of your days ….but you will never ever find me.
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I love drawing him - very much!
his colour scheme is just sooo pleasing for my eyes
my mom called him: Monsieur Goatee
and I think it’s actually fitting

Breathe

Warnings: swearing
description: J gets mad at the reader, and the argument gets heated.
A/N: REQUEST. PLEASE.

___

“I’m sorry, okay!”
“Sorry’s not good enough, doll. You just cost me two million bucks in silver, Y/N, and I’ve gotten quite sick of your incompetence,” He growled from across the kitchen you shared, icey blue eyes boring holes into your soul, which was shaking with fear of the madman. “I worked months to get that deal…and you fucked it up within ten minutes.”

You tried to stop the tears welling up in your eyes as you stood near the window, hand gripping the frame for steadiness as you almost broke for the first time in this rollercoaster you called a relationship. “It all happened so fast, J -”

“Oh shut up, you stupid, stupid bitch. How, if i may ask, does one piss off my client enough that he shoots the rest of the party and leaves Gotham?” Joker drawled as he rounded the long island in the center of the kitchen, drawing closer to you with each step. You could call him your boyfriend, yet you never had, simply because he felt more like a partner in crime or a lover rather than a doting and loving companion. He did care for you deeply, he just never said it. Of course you fought, at least once every two weeks, but that was minor. This…this was something else. The rage in your lover’s eyes scared you beyond comprehension as he rolled his neck in anger.

“J…I know I fucked up. I said it won’t happen again…” You murmured shakily, while he growled as he came within a foot of your trembling body. The tension between you two was hot and angry, and you began to flinch backwards with every move he made. “J…”

You felt him stop and almost looked up before realizing that looking up may not be the best idea, so you kept your head down as tears streaked down your cheeks. But you didn’t see as Joker’s entire demeanor changed, his eyes widening and his feet tripping backwards as he realized what he had done.

*Joker’s POV:*

Images swirled in my head as the red in my vision slowly began to dissipate, sharp dark thoughts that bounced off of the walls of my brain and i retreated into my brain, trying in vain to push the thoughts away.

‘You’ve fucked it up…’

'She’s gone forever.’

'Good job, son.’

The voices in my head battled, a raging war that i couldnt stop as i slowly began to see exactly how the only one who cared for me had been affected by my…temper. I felt the voices slip away as i saw her trembling in front of me, waiting for the blow that i had been delivered before. Without knowing it, i had her close to me and i felt the peace in my mind that only she brought me as she hesitantly reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her fingers through my hair. “I….I’m sorry, baby.”

She nodded as she traced shapes on my neck, breathing slower against me. I buried my face in her hair and reveled in the silence in my head.

  • some entity: [possesses me] i-
  • me: FINALLY. alright, you're taking everything from here? you're good? i'll be in the back getting some rest, come get me if you need me
  • entity: you-
  • me: you know what? you're right. why hang around when i can just go on vacation? souls can do that, right? so it's settled! see ya whenever. call me if you need anything, have any questions, et cetera
  • entity: i don't have your number-
  • me, glancing back, suitcases already packed: what? oh, shi- seriously? did you really think i meant-? it was.. i just said that because that's what you're supposed to say. i didn't MEAN it. that was the whole point. don't need anything. don't call me. won't even.. have a phone on me. i've got no physical body, buddy. man, you're such a kidder.. a good sense of humor will get you far. anyway! you've got this. [kicks the door open] have fun! i'll be back... probably
My heart's a mess.

“I could have chosen a different life
Settled down, made it work with a simple wife
Instead I’ve taken my days by the horns
And honey, that’s where my problems were born.

I could have slept in a moonless night,
Closed my eyes, denying a restless fight
But what I did was to gaze upon the dome,
Seeking desperately for something called home.

My heart’s a mess,

My heart’s a mess, and my wounds are burning.
I could use a kiss to appease the stinging
What do I care if I’ll ever be fine ?
I just need my rose, and all of its spines.

All I wish for is my mind to be resting
But the shifting tides keep heating my blood,
Every single thought appears to be bursting
Lord have mercy, I’m not far from a flood.

My heart’s a mess,

My heart’s a mess but my soul will flourish.
I have gladly traded soundness to grow quite foolish
A genuine smile will appear on my face,
Anyways, I’ve chosen to live by that pace.

And now, my rising sun would finally sparkle
Reviving my aching wit, warming every parcel
I might as well get out of that nervous cell
To seize my scarlet rose, honey, I would go through hell.” ~ @ouahibjalal

One day, many years from now when you realize what you’ve lost - you will search for me. 
Perhaps you’ll email me but there’ll be no reply; or maybe you’ll call my number but it will have changed…. And when you give up trying to find me physically, you’ll search for me emotionally. 
You’ll try to find someone else who will love you like I did or make you laugh as much as I used to … but you’ll soon realize there’s nobody else quite like me… I was unique… I was the one for you - and you lost me. And you will try so desperately to find traces of me in every soul you meet for the rest of your days ….but you will never ever find me.
—  Ranata Suzuki
I played for 6 hours last night...

Just with a random sim named FHifhifjsf and her daughter.

No CC, just default eyes. No EP, no GP (game pack or whatever they’re called for).

It hasn’t happened since 2007, when I played The sims 2 for the first time.


I can’t imagine when I’ll have ALL the rest.

May the Gods save my soul.

Since it seems like Delia will possibly have a bigger role in series 6 than Patsy, I would give my soul for there to be some kind of situation in which Delia has to jump a fence or something else that would employ Kate’s parkour skills. The looks on the rest of the nurses’ faces would be absolutely priceless.

anonymous asked:

Can I call any of the mods daddy or will that make all of u uncomfortable

Mod sans (when we still had him rest his soul) called me daddy


Because I’m adopting you all now



Come my children

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Rest in peace to my favorite goat, with the most beautiful soul. Over these last two years I’ve connected with Clark in ways I didn’t know to be possible with a farm animal. When I first moved to Kentucky he was just a little, shy baby and slowly, with the help of some tasty grain, I was able to gain his trust and love. Clark never tried to head butt me or eat my hair like the other boy goats. He would come when you called his name (unless he was munching on a yummy patch of grass) and would always lay right next to me when I sat on the ground. So I guess what I’m getting at is he was literally the best goat you could ask for, and I will always hold a very special place in my heart for this loving boy ❤️

A lot of people on tumblr enjoyed Clark so I figured we could all give him one last goodbye 😭

“Hey, wait!” he called after me. We don’t talk very much anymore, mainly because there just isn’t anything left we can find to say to each other. “Yeah?” I called back, already two flights up. Smiling to myself uncontrollably, I turned and waited for him to catch up, wondering what else he could possibly say. And in his adorably awkward way, he held his arms out, gesturing for me to come into them. And I hugged him. I rested my cheek against his chest and just stopped to realize how different it felt, how different it was to be pressed into someone else in this way. But I liked it. There were no pressures with he and I. He was safe.
—  💜
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: hey im grump! and im not so grump and welcome to Frank Sinatra's warehouse! Arin, he did not want this anymore. ah well he didn't have a choice, he's dead. god rest his soul, god rest his soul, god rest his soul, god rest his soul, god rest his soul. THIS could be all yours for 100% of the price I CANT GIVE DEALS AWAY, ARIN. amazing! I'M A NOT A DEAL GIVER. this is amazing! 100% of the deals for half the price. call in now, get the deal, call in later, get the deal. IM NOT EVEN SELLING SHIRTS. Arin, what you get here is what you don't get anywhere else. You get a quality, you get a seam, you- *punch* GREAT DEALS FOR NONE OF THE PRICE! you're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome to stay for as long as you like. yes. WHO'S GOT A SHIRT? THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS?? NOBODY NOBODY. ONLY THIS. NOBODY NOBODY NOBODY NOBODY. WHO'S GOT A SHIRT? Call in now, call in later, Collin Farrell, Collin Mochrie. Have you seen a- the sea legs on a dog like that yet. cookies don't even cost this less! STOP. borderline narcissism. BONUS DEAL. we're getting half the deal for twice the price! can you believe the amount of asinine things we're saying? hokus pOKUS! THERES NOTHING STICKY ABOUT THESE DEEAALS. one, two, three, four tell me who you love me more. *smack* OW. SLOGANS THAT STICK! E CH. IPHONE. IPHONE. ANDROID?? OUT THE WINDOOOOOOOOOOW. NEVER NEVERSETTI FNE VER. WHO'S GOT DEALS?? WHOS. GOT DEALS? NOBODY BUT HERE, BABY! I wanna to sing a ♪amaze-♪ getha fuck outa my studio. i- i caaant.. i cannntt.. WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING TO OUR SHOW. ♪amazing grace half the deals twice the price. you surprised me with your lack of common buyer sense♪ HAJDE what thi- FUCK what's this i've got in my haaands? stop. EVERY DAY YOU'LL WEAR THE SHIRT. LOOK AT THE SHEEN ON THAT SHINE! THIS IS AMAZING. THAT EDGE. NEVER EVER HAVE YOU SEEN SUCH AN AMAZING SHIRT. jon i know what you're thinking. now arin, i know what you're thinking. i know what you're thinking, jon. arin, i know what you're thinking! i know what you're thinking jon! arin i see the cards on the table i know what you're thinking. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING JON. i know what you're thinking. how can we sell these shirts for such a low price? we can't. they're at normal price. norm- would you do.. different? i wouldnt. business. what's that arin? we've got a caller! what's that. oh my god a caller! we got a caller! its caller, we didn't give out the number! we didn't give out the- we didn't give out the number. we didn't give out the number. i don't think we gave out the number. Ronnie did- we give out the number for the show? did we give out the number? ronnie? ronnie? ronnie? we didn't give out the number. ronnie said we didn't give out the number. nah he didn't say- ronnie did we give out the number? did we give out the number? no number? no number. we didn't give out the number? ronnie didn't give out the number. ronnie we didn't give out the number. who's callin that phone, arin? it's just white noise arin.. *demon voice* arin. i know what you're thinking. JON I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. HOW AM I GONNA GET OUTA HERE? no. i mean i really know what you're thinking. THESE SHIRTS ARE GONNA CHANGE SOME LIVES, ARIN. EVEN DEMONS KNOW. EVEN DEMONS KNOOOOOW.

The Rifts

old sketch and old idea from awhile back. That the energy (which before I called the Void ahahaa) from the portal when activated can be possibly absorbed by a living being and gain incredible power and knowledge (like Rose with the Tardis soul and Badwolf)

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I’ve never seen him myself but I’ve heard the stories from here to Kentucky. A German mercenary - Hessians is what they call ‘em - was fighting a battle when a cannonball took his head clean off. His whole battalion was routed and they lost the encounter. But the lad didn’t die. He’s been wandering the bush on horseback around the battlefield ever since, searching for his head, chasin’ innocents when he sees 'em, taking their domes for his own. He wears a pumpkin for a head now, until he finds what he’s looking for. Like I said, I haven’t seen 'em, but I have seen the bodies he leaves lying about, headless and grotesque. God rest their souls.