i wouldn't change

Sometimes, on clear and warm summer nights, Steve picks Max up and they drive half an hour out of Hawkins to the closest airport, picking up burgers, fries, and vanilla milkshakes on their way out of town. 

Steve parks near the fence surrounding the airport runway and he and Max sit on the hood of his car, dipping their fries in their milkshakes (the burgers were eaten en route) and watching the planes take off. 

Max enjoys the time spent with her honorary big brother, listening to and laughing at the stories he makes up about where each plane is headed.

Silently, they both dream about one day permanently escaping Hawkins. 

Some of the paladins being like really testy about being stuck in the one outfit they left in, because “these are like, my least favorite socks!” (Lance) but some of them being fine with it, like Pidge (“I always wear this shirt anyway. It’s my ‘sneaking’ shirt.”)

 Gay Disney - Esmeralda and Belle 

“I-I saw you dance. I wanted to come and talk to you.” - Belle, casually making an ass of herself 

not that Esmeralda seems to mind

Based on this post (which had a sad ending that I didn’t have the heart to change) by the amazing @dopeybeauty

me before dog: wouldn’t leave the house in anything less than real clothes and a full face of makeup

me after dog: consistently walks dog in pajamas, no bra, fuzzy socks, and slippers. gives no fucks.

This is what happened, right?
  • Kaiba: He's hiding!
  • Yuugi: He's not hiding! He's passed on! The Pharaoh is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't dug up his grave, he'd be pushing up the daisies! He's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! *Brandishes Puzzle* THIS IS AN EX-PHARAOH!

I’m here to give you a warning. Leave me and the people around me alone. And what if I don’t? If you don’t, I’ll come and find you, no matter where you may be. I’ll end our first encounter with just this warning but if I ever come to see you a second time, you will die.

anonymous asked:

I was absolutely MESMERIZED by Melissa/Carol's eyes last night. They are so beautiful!! I had to watch her scenes multiple times - because I love Carol in general, but also because I was just gazing into her eyes and forgetting to pay attention to what other characters were saying!

You know I co-sign all of the above 100%.

But as an addition, can we all take a second to appreciate what Melissa did last night when she barely had any dialogue throughout the entire episode?

I’m so serious here. 

  • First scene – Carol wakes up from her nightmare and MMB does the entire scene with her face and her breathing.
  • Second scene – Carol goes to the Kingdom, taking out walkers on her way. Yeah, she shares a few words with Ben and then Morgan, but the bulk of the scene is Lennie James talking while the camera stays on MMB’s face. And again, she does the entire scene without saying a word. She doesn’t need to.
  • Third scene – They bring Ben to Carol’s house because he’s bleeding out. She tries to help, he dies, and she says one word in the entire scene.
  • Fourth scene – Morgan shows up at her door and yet again, although Lennie James has most of the dialogue, the camera remains on MMB’s face. The entire time Morgan tells her the truth about what happened, she says exactly one word – “What?” Yes, they share a brief exchange when she persuades him not to leave, but it’s all about word economy.
  • Final scene – Carol goes back to the Kingdom to tell Ezekiel they need to fight. And again sure there are a few words, but MMB is doing the entire scene with her face.

In short, she kills me. Because most actors need something (or at least feel they do) to add to the writing. They’re always doing more – raising their voices, waving their arms around, doing super weird body motions like what the fuck is even up with JDM’s back in every single Neg@n scene omfg, etc.

But MMB is always gutting us like freakin’ fish by doing less. She lowers her voice. She changes her breathing to show what Carol’s feeling. She lets 32 emotions happen on her face in less than three seconds. Her eyes fill with tears that just slide down her face as Carol tries to process the truth.

I honestly don’t have a clue how she does it, but seriously it’s magical.

I mean. Look. At. Her.

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this here.
this empty porch swing, this sepia.
this is God’s country,
but they stopped inviting him a long time ago.

the devil isn’t called Morningstar here.
he’s beyond a fallen angel -
but he’s the king and everyone wants to be his queen.
oh yes,
everyone’s a witch,
except they aren’t put on trial here.
they’re the judge and jury.

the old man calls himself sacred,
calls his house holy.
he doesn’t go to church.
sinner, they whisper.
you’ll go to hell.
they burn him down as he sleeps.
the last temple, razed to the ground.

this is God’s country.
but the devil’s a tenant,
and everyone’s paying his rent.

—  enter: the fallen, the falling, Venetta O. (southern gothic prompt by mythaelogy)
Guzma wakes from a nightmare. Plumeria looks after him for a while.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Guzma jolts awake in a swath of sweat to find Plumeria squeezing his hand.

It’s dark, but he can still discern the familiar shape of her face swimming amongst the stilled shadows. Her hair has been let down, waterfalling over her shoulders in whorls of pink and yellow to frame high cheekbones. She sits beside him over the blankets, her brow crinkled in pointed concern, and for a moment in the last gasps of the steeping haze that was his nightmare, she looks like someone he’d rather not see.

“Hey.” Her voice is soft, mellow, considerate, and nothing at all like Lusamine’s. “You okay?”