i repeat first time

Theory

Okay but what if somehow it’s like the Captain Swan movie in season 3. But instead of watching Snowing it’s with Captain Swan watching themselves meet for the first time. I mean I know a repeat of the same plot would be way too much. But hey I’m not complaining. I would be down for that. DISCLAIMER…I’m basing this off a certain set spoiler I’ve seen floating around.

Originally posted by true-loves-tackle

Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

YOU CAUGHT MY ATTENTION YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME FIRST ALL THAT I CAN SEE’S YOU WAKING UP IN MY T-SHIRT IF YOU’RE NOT HOOKED ON ANYTHING RIGHT NOW I CAN BE YOUR VICE ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW IS YOU CAN CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE LONELY WHEN YOU CAN’T SLEEP I’LL BE YOUR TEMPORARY FIX YOU CONTROL ME EVEN IF IT’S JUST TONIGHT YOU CAN CALL ME WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE I’M YOUR GOOD TIME I’LL BE YOUR TEMPORARY FIX YOU CAN OWN ME AND WE’LL CALL THIS WHAT YOU LIKE

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You can take my hand and I can take the lead.

I have listened to Just Hold On approximately a billion times (that’s a safe estimate, I’ve been continuously streaming on two devices for days, and a good portion of that time has been actively listening to the song on repeat) and I’ve only just noticed that over the first time we hear the line “the sun goes down and it comes back up, the world it turns, no matter what”, there’s a ticking clock in the background.

And it feels rushed, like time is running out faster than it should, like it’s slipping by, aaaaand now I’m getting a little teary again.

guys i know how i get when i am about to join a fandom and let me just say that i have now read basically all the eyewitness fics on AO3 and there are some good ones but there is just not quite what i want which means im going to obsess over this for a while and then if it doesnt pop up soon enough im going to end up writing it myself and this is a disaster cause i am supposed to be writing nano and im already so behind and i just dont have time to sit and think about phillip shea and his mother and lukas for hours and hours and–

look, what im trying to say is if everyone could please watch eyewitness and then write fic for it,  i would be grateful. i know myself. things are gonna go south here real fast otherwise.

(guys, i tried to search ff.net. FANFICTION.NET. thats the level of thirst over here.) 

it is a CRIME that these two have barely interacted

anonymous asked:

"I'm sorry, I cannot break a $100, do you have another form of payment?" "Nah it's fine" -continues to try and hand me the 100. I assume he didn't hear/understand the question so I repeat. He gets annoyed and says "I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME. JUST TAKE IT." We went around and around for a couple of minutes before my manager came over and said "Sir, we do not have the money to break that for a ten dollar order. There is a bank across the street, and we will hold your food for you"

anonymous asked:

52 with Daryl 💓

The question echoes in the air, leaving harsh afterthoughts as it’s met with nothing but silence. 

He stares at you, the blush on his cheeks rising until his entire face is red. You could’ve sworn the colour mixed with his bright blue eyes, leaving a lilac shade in it’s place.

You didn’t know what to do. The two of you were so close, bodies pressing together firmly. The walls around you both were unforgiving and provided little space. Daryl felt uncomfortable, just as he would with anyone else. 

But with you, it was moe than the sensation of pressure on his chest, it was the tingles where his stomach was. The flips it was making. Then the fall as those four words slipped your lips. 

He’s quiet when he asks, “Wha’?” – thinking he misheard you. 

“Can I kiss you?” You repeat, lacking the confidence you held the first time. 

The torture repeats itself. But this time, instead of complete silence, you hear the shuffling of walkers moving past your hiding spot. You glance to the side, but Daryl only stares at you. 

More time passes, and as you’re about to move, you whisper, “I think the coast is clear.” You don’t mention the question, hoping he could just forget your spur of the moment action. 

“Ya.” He mumbles. His voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it be. 

You look to him, slightly confused, “Yeah?” 

At first, he doesn’t respond. You both hold eye-contact, but slowly he begins closing the few inches of space between your faces.

“Ya.” He whispers, “You can kiss me.” 

Confession:  I keep to a steadfast tradition that, every year on Thanksgiving evening, I finish the Dragon Age: Origins game with either myself or Alistair slaying the Archdemon. It began when I finished my first playthrough of DA:O on my first “official” Thanksgiving meal with my family, when we finally decided to make our own turkey and my grandmother flaunted her incredible homemade candy yams for the first time. I repeat the playthrough every year in memory of both a good game and a good family.

rynfinity replied to your post: Goin’ to the hospital today (this time Joondalup)…

i feel the same way in the MRI. does the medication help?

@rynfinity actually surprisingly, yes it did. I mean I’d probably opt for full sedation for full-body MRIs just for the sheer length of them; but the Temazepam worked pretty well.

I was sort of on the edge of panic a few times, but I was able to talk myself down from it with breathing exercises and so on. Which is still better than how jittery/teary I can get without it (it doesn’t always happen? But enough that it’s as much a fear as the MRI itself).

I know most people tend to take Diazepam as a sedative/relaxant, but that makes me nauseous, so I asked specifically for the Temazepam because it’s been given to me as a pre-surgery med before with some success. Also, it doesn’t make you so sleepy etc. that you can’t function or anything. They do recommend you don’t drive yourself home alone though. <3

yes i would die for dk’s high notes but no one understands how his verse in ‘don’t listen in secret’ where his voice comes out almost like a growl punches me straight in the heart every ti m e