Gabriel Macht: I was having a hard time keeping a straight face here. Cause I’ve known Sarah for, you know, 15-20 years and… there’s some serious stuff going on here you know, trust issues and all that stuff and I trust her completely, implicitly and I’d never think that she’d just…
Patrick J. Adams: To get mad at her?
Gabriel Macht: Yeah just to get mad at her and put her on her place, kind of like they put me in my place here. It’s just kinda funny.
"Why are you still around me?" Bendy managed to get his voice clear enough to be understood. It was still drowned in ink that bubbled around him, but Alice could understand it. His smile was painful forced, quiet literally, "This is how I am now, angel. How could you still stand this?" How she could stand to stay down here was already confusing. ~machineborne
“ Because I know you- ”
Slowly, Alice moves her hand to lace her fingers around his gloved hand with a gentle squeeze as she does her best to give a small smile.
You’re still the same toon underneath all that ink .The one that knows how to make me laugh and smile; the same demon that knows how to make my heart fly higher then I ever did with wings.”
Alice looks away for a second when she feels like she might be on the verge of crying. She hated herself for not being able to help him, what good was an angel who could only watch those she cared about suffer. If she could take away all his pain but have to give it to herself, Alice would do it without a second thought. She looks back up at him and does her best to bring her small smile back.
“Why would I want to go anywhere else, if I’m with you then I’m right where I need to be.”
Imagine Patroclus and Achilles laying there all day, until they can watch the sunset, until they can watch the stars, and it's so dark but even then, they know their way around when they kiss, because they have grown so familiar to each other 👀👀👀
My heart just broke and exploded into a million tiny pieces.
HOLY SHIT that handmaiden!anakin au. It's okay, I didn't need my heart or anything. Poor Obi-Wan. It feels like he's on the knife's edge of Something, but literally anything could happen now. What does he do now? leave the Jedi? Does he train Anakin anyway? How on earth does Anakin end up a handmaiden? SO MANY AMAZING QUESTIONS!!!!!!!
go me, I DID manage to update today! ❤
also, I am so sorry for this. :X so very, very sorry.
The next episode of Doctor Who is going to be so painful. It can either end that he’s still vengeful and angry over losing Clara, or he’s going to have to come to terms with her loss. And there’s a part of him that blames himself. Hell he probably completely blames himself, and that hurts so much. He’s lashing out and driven to hurt the people responsible for his capture which ultimately led to Clara’s demise. But it wasn’t the plan, she wasn’t supposed to get hurt in the process, just him. And he blames himself for not being there, for not keeping an eye on her and making sure she didn’t act reckless. He blames himself for not overlooking her obvious devotion to him and belief that he could always fix things… That she could be reckless to save others because she always believed he would win. And he was always pushed to win, to save her. Every time to save her. But it won’t last long, just like Clara said his reign of terror will end at the sight of a crying child. He cares so much, and it hurts. All of this hurts, and I can’t even think straight after that feelsy mindfuck episode. 2 billion years constantly being reborn with the initial belief that he just arrived there. 2 billion years with Clara’s death so fresh in his mind each time… 2 billion years without any relief from grief. 2 billion years dying over and over without any recollection of time passing, and her always her. I have never experienced this intense of a love story in any form, until now. One of the worst companion losses I’ve ever had to face, idk if I’ll ever get over it. Moffat you win. You’ve officially destroyed me. *slow claps with violent sobs*
wHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE NOT CANON THE MUSIC SPEAKS WHEN YOUR INDIVIDUAL SONGS PUT TOGETHER SOUND LIKE IT WAS PLAYED ON THE VEINS OF MILLIONS OF HEARTS IN THE STYLE OF TRAGIC BUT ROMANTIC VIOLINS LIKE SOME TITANIC SHIT YOU BET YOUR ASS THEY WERE DOING THE NASTY