it's all for you darlings


February 9, 1981

Happy 36th Birthday precious snowflake !


OKAY LISTEN: i know we’ve all played the “DANE DEHAAN AS ANDREW MINYARD” game before. but (hear me out) BUT

you should all rewatch kill your darlings anyway. fucking look at him. everything he says in that movie is bored and unfeeling unless he’s high on something. just fuckin rewatch the movie please do me a favour

HeroAca on Ice [Figure Skating AU]

Listen, in order to stop myself from starting a novel length fic, have my AU ideas. Liberally inspired by the madness of the 2016-17 FS season. Relevant picture.

  • In which it’s the year before the Olympics and Todoroki who was supposedly a top candidate tanks nationals because of his inconsistent jumps and artistic stagnation
  • His father doesn’t approve of figure skating wanting him to pursued a more ‘masculine’ activity and to inherit his company (fuck u Endeavor)
  • Todoroki picked up skating from his mom
  • In a desperate attempt to prove himself as he has this wager with his father which is the moment he stops winning at the international levels he will retire and such, he switches coaches to the former legendary men’s skater, All Might, and moves to America to train.
  • (Btw Bakugo who is known for like no artistic expression but like a gazillion jumps is the one that wants to take gold from Todoroki)
  • In America, he notices this injured skater who is always at the rink muttering to himself and turns out this is the former us men’s champion who was supposed to represent the US. But Midoriya fucking broke himself trying to do quads during his exhibition  (durrrhurrr Nathan Chen)
  • Midoriya still comes to the rink often to cheer on his rink mates and to work on his own programs off ice and he ends up getting up in Todoroki’s face about the kind of programs Todoroki is doing
  • “You’re playing safe and everyone will outstrip you that way! Don’t you want to win? Your skating is plenty beautiful but you lack passion!” 
  • They go to New York dance studios together and Todoroki helps him with PT. But halfway through the season, Midoriya gets cleared to start skating and transforms into Todoroki’s biggest competitor
  • Todoroki who was struggling all this time to enjoy his skating again and Midoriya who skates like he only has one shot, one opportunity
  • (Also Bakugo is there causing problems hahahah
  • Saying shit like "I’m going to steal your Olympic spot by getting gold”
  • And Todoroki going “….there are three Olympic spots”
  • “That’s not the fucking point dumbass!!!!!)
  • But yeah Todoroki lands a quad Lutz for Midoriya and Midoriya breaks away from his quads or bust lifestyle and learns how to do beautiful spins??? And Todoroki decides at the end that he’s not going to retire and flips his old man the bird.
  • And he wears a sheer backside shirt and Midoriya works up the courage with that shiny gold medal to touch those quad making core muscles yes
  • Also All Might as a coach, I love him. He’s definitely the kind to lovingly smack down the criticism at the kiss and cry. When Todoroki fucking trips out of the gate he is the embodiment of the SHRUG emoji
  • Also Iida and Ochako being power pair skaters. He throws her like fucking 15 feet in the air.
  • Yaomomo being the darling of Japan but she has trouble landing her 3a consistently and always does classical routines but one year her gf choreographed her exhibition to rock and Japan collectively lost their mind
  • Also Tsuyu as a rising ladies skater who skates to no classical whatsoever, has landed a 4salchow in practice, and always gets called on her edges
  • Aoyama being the most extra of extra
  • He pops his fucking triple Axel regularly
  • Tokoyami: Only wears black, is an ice dancer with Dark Shadow, face always constipated or grimacing 
  • He fucking danced firebird and it was simultaneously refreshing because not a bright red costume and awful because he had a choreographic sequence reminiscent of laying an egg
  • The villains are the sports commentators:
  • Shiragaki is the one that always talks in points and tec scores
  • What is pcs? He doesn’t give a shit. He’s condescending to every skater
  • Stain is always talking about the good old days before one million quads. Says every skater after lysachek is a hack and wants to bring back the ice carving figures
  • Himiko Toga is that inappropo commentator that is making lewd comments at her favorites
  • Kirishima can’t jump to save his life but has massive crowd appeal. Everyone has prayer circles for his jumps. Many people think he should switch to ice dancing already because all the women love him for his pure and goodness.
  • Mina is another ice dancer. She does the WEIRD costumes and programs but they’re a great break from the super saturated romance
  • Kaminari is the kind of skater who can take gold at one event and then place 11th in another. If he does well in his sp, he flunks his fp
  • SHINSO Is a total pairs skater but he wants to be a singles
  • His partner doesn’t get along with him that much but they perform well
  • Inevitably does ‘edgey’ exhibition programs that people are like… uh
  • Aside from All Might, Todoroki really looks up to a ladies skater who revolutionized the field aka Shimura Nana
  • Nana was the one that combined power and grace but she never won much because back then she was ROBBED
  • Midoriya on the other hand aside from All Might looked up to this old dude named Gran Torino haha known for his incredible skating speed and rotation. A kind of electric power and skating that catches the eye
  • BONUS:
  • One of Todoroki’s most famous programs is a Phantom of the Opera program but he hates that one. His coach at the time suggested he actually wear a half mask and he was like
  • fUCK no

I hope Katie is having an excellent day with that luminous radiant smile constantly plastered on that marble carved face and that melodic infectious laugh in her voice all while knowing that she has a loving supportive and appreciative armada at her disposal who are also ready to commit mass murder at the simple arch of her perfect eyebrow ❤️❤️

Originally posted by awitchpire

GUys. I- I’m crying.

When I started this blog, it was a backlog of prompts for myself when I had no ideas of what to write. Yesterday, at exactly 10:47 pm, I walked home from my 4 hour waitressing job and cried when I opened my phone. Yes, my feet were tired and yes,  I was exhausted from fake smiling and telling people I’d “Be with them in one moment”, to only go to the kitchen and find what seemed like a million dishes- that wasn’t the reason I cried. Walking home and opening Tumblr, I tried to regain some strength as I knew we had visitors at home and I didn’t want to seem impolite. If I had’ve lived closer to London, I’d probably be within the remnants of a car collision by now- basically I stopped walking whilst crossing the road and started to cry :) You did that to me- I COULD’VE DIED. 

Honestly, I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you’re all so incredible and I can’t believe there are people who’ve stuck around for over 2 minutes. I’m not all that great and a little rough around the edges, but I’m trying my hardest and I don’t really think I’d even be around if it weren’t for all your love and support. I’m so grateful and I can’t thank you enough.

So, my beautiful geniuses, I will graciously ask for one last favour- Keep writing. You could start with an idea and end up with a following of 10,000, or you could transform that idea into another form of media. Never stop doing what you love, not for anyone. Your passions will last longer than most things, so please pursue them. If you’ve only just started writing, if you’re 4 books deep or maybe only just learning English- Keep going. One day you’ll get more than you wished for, or (In my case) something you didn’t even wish for. You each deserve every star in the sky, a billion cookies and all the things that make you happy. I’d jump at the chance to meet you all. Thank you so much for being the most talented, admirable, beautiful and lovely following anyone could ever ask for.

I love you all more than you could ever imagine, I’m so lucky to have such a incredible internet family. All my love and thanks and best cookies, Yasmine xox

[Turn Week: Favorite Character] 

Bet you thought I’d pick Hewlett, huh? But Anna’s been in my heart from the beginning, and she truly doesn’t get enough love. ❤

I got a commission done by @kassillus who is a perfect angel and I honestly owe her my first born because this is better than my wildest imaginations (and these girls are my imagination). 

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Really don’t think I’ve said thank you enough. And, I wanted to share with those of you who love my girls as much as I do so you can shout and cry over this and give it all the love. 

Colorless Rainbow

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Word Count: 1,974

Request:  Anon asked:  how about an Emily Prentiss x reader where they’re married and then when on a case the sheriff is really homophobic and upsets the reader so there’s lots of protective and fluffy Emily?? Lots of kisses and pda?xxx

A/N:  If you are sensitive to same-sex hate crimes, please do not read.  

I decided to have a bit of cute and protective Garcia in this one, too.  Thought it added a little something extra, because who doesn’t love Garcia?

Originally posted by emilyprentissdaily

She felt nervous to deliver the case, you could tell.  The minute Garcia laid her eyes on you and Emily that morning, she was forcing a smile on her face, trying to hide the fact that she was upset about something.  And when you’d asked when the briefing for the new case was, she looked at you with a certain kind of sadness set upon her features, something you didn’t like.  She was the embodiment of a human rainbow, and she seemed to be drained of color.

“What’s up with her?” Emily asked, walking up to you.  Garcia had answered your question and fled to the conference room, avoiding eye contact and keeping her head down.

“I guess it’s whatever this case is.  Seems like it might be getting to her?” you answered, wrapping your fingers around your wife’s wrist to pull her close to you.

“Hey, as much as I would love to jump you right now, we are in the workplace and you know my rules,” she told you with a smile.  You matched her expression, but rolled your eyes.

Emily liked to keep a professional front when you were at work.  Despite her urges to grab you and kiss you in the middle of the bullpen, she resisted, keeping her hands to herself long enough, that is, until you both were out of the prying eyes of your coworkers.

“Fine.  Make me suffer,” you said, pretending to be hurt.

“Every day,” she laughed.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” Morgan said to you two, walking towards the conference room.

You followed him in and saw Garcia whispering something to JJ with a worried look on her face.  As soon as she saw you and your wife walk in, she shut her mouth.  JJ leaned in and whispered something back before standing up and passing out the tablets and Reid’s folder herself.

“Not feeling well today?” you asked Garcia, wanting to know what was wrong with her.

“I uh,” she started, but her voice seemed to fail her.

“Six couples in Oxford, Ohio were found dead, all in the same general area.  They were all found with similar stab wounds and the department is sure every couple were victims of the same killer because it seems to be a hate-crime focused on same-sex couples,”  JJ said.

You could feel Garcia’s eyes on you as you scrolled through the pictures.  Sure enough, there were pictures of men together and women together.  The crime scene photos were extremely brutal and graphic, but nothing you hadn’t seen before.

So that’s why Garcia was acting so weird.  She was afraid this case would offend you.  You looked up from the tablet to lock eyes with her.  She looked too apologetic, as if she had anything to do with it, but you shot her a reassuring smile, letting her know that you were okay.  But her eyes stayed wary, unable to hide the shame she felt.  

After questions were shot back and forth, and Hotch let everyone know when the jet would be taking off, Garcia took no time to get out of the conference room and head to her lair.  You looked at your wife, motioning her to follow you.

“She thinks we’ll be offended by it,” you told her, walking towards the door to Penelope’s room.

“Seems like she’s taking this harder than we are.”

Without knocking, you opened the door to see Garcia’s back to you, typing away at the computer in front of her.

“Garcia?” you said softly, easing your way into the room.

“I just don’t understand why some people are still like that, and I love you both so much,” she blurted, turning in her chair.  “For once in my life, I see before me two people who were made for each other.  I see in you two soulmates, something everyone wants to have and there are people out there who think it’s wrong that two people of the same gender can’t be together and I just don’t get it.  When it’s love, it’s love and that’s it, why can’t people just understand that?”

Placing your hands on either of her shoulders, you attempted to calm her down.

“Garcia, we are okay.  Why would you think we wouldn’t be?” you asked calmly.

“I remember what it was like on your wedding day.  You’re family didn’t even show up and I thought that-”

“My family did show up, though.  You were there, weren’t you?” you said with a smile.  The BAU was all the family you needed, and you were always sure to remind them of that.

“I’m just worried about you going I guess,” she replied with a sigh.

“I’m a big girl.  I can take care of myself,” you reassured her.  “Besides, have you met my wife?  She’s pretty bad ass.”

Finally, Garcia smiled and the rainbow had all its color again.  “That, my darling I cannot argue with.”

“Thank you Penelope.  I love you, you know?” you told her, pulling her in for a hug.  She hugged you back tightly.  Emily watched from the door with a smile on her face, admiring you like she always did.

“And I love you, too, blossom butt,” she said into your hair.  You could hear your wife chuckle from the doorway, the sound sending shivers down your spine as it always did.

“Stay golden, Garcia,” you said, releasing her.  “You’re such a beautiful beacon of light.”

“As are you, my lovely.”

“I’m agent Prentiss-Y/L/N.  This is Dr. Spencer Reid.  We’re with the FBI,” you told the Oxford sheriff, shaking his hand.

“Robert Marshall.  Thank god you guys are here.  Twelve victims in three weeks.”

“We heard.  Do you have any leads at all?” you asked him.  He shook his head, looking around the police department.

“Unfortunately, no.  We found samples of DNA on the latest victims but we’ve only just send those to get tested yesterday.  There’s no telling how long that will take to get done, plus there’s no telling when this guy will strike again.”

“Do you have a map of the locations each victim was found?” Reid asked Marshall.

“They were all found in the same alleyway.  We have cones in the places each body was found.  They were all relatively close.”

“Did you not have the alley blocked off after you found the dead bodies?” you asked, not understanding how the unsub managed to dump the bodies in the same place over and over again.

“We did, but I guess that didn’t stop him from leaving more there.”

“So after the second pair of victims were found in the same place, you didn’t think to have any of your men or women keep watch to see if the suspect showed up with another set of victims?” you asked.  You crossed your arms, not believing how unprofessional this guy seemed to be.

“Look, I’m not going to beat around the bush about this.  I’m not exactly too worried about that,” he said.  “None of us are.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned, not quite following him.

“Are we really going to worry about catching this guy?”  

You furrowed your brows together in confusion.  “Well, I think you should considering there’s someone out there killing innocent people in the matter of days.”  Reid’s arms were crossed, too.  He seemed just as offended as you were.

“Are any of them really that innocent?” the sheriff asked, leaning in close so only the two of you could hear him.

“I’m sorry, how aren’t they innocent?” you said.  You could feel your temper boil inside of you.  The question was rhetorical because you were sure you knew the answer.

“A man should be with a woman.  That’s how it’s just supposed to be,” Marshall blurted.  He didn’t know that just behind him, Emily had walked up and heard his comment.

“Babe,” she said, looking you in the eyes.  “You good?”

“Yes, honey, I’m fine.”  You knew what she was about to start doing.

“Robert Marshall?” she said to the detective.  “Emily Prentiss-Y/L/N.  Did you say you had a lead?”  She came to stand next to you, sliding her arm around your waist.  On your other side, Reid was smirking just like you were, entertained by the sight before him.

Detective Marshall looked between you and Emily a few times before clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

“Um, no. Nothing,” he answered, looking anywhere but at the two of you.

“Well, we’re ready to deliver the profile,” Emily told him in the sweetest voice she could muster.  “When you’re ready, of course.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“Alright, see you in a few?” she said to you, leaning in to press her lips to yours for a lingering moment, smiling against your mouth.  Reid coughed next to you, trying to cover up his escaping laugh.  When Emily pulled away and walked off, you laughed internally at the shocked expression of the sheriff.  You smiled sweetly and walked towards the rest of the agents, an amused Reid in tow.

Despite the satisfaction you had knowing you were making a homophobic asshole feel uncomfortable, that nagging feeling of pity you had for yourself, your wife, and for all the victims of this crime.  Love is love, just like your human rainbow had told you.  Why don’t people just accept that. 

You, Emily, and Morgan were outside the alleyway two nights later, as you had been every night since you arrived, staking out to see if the unsub would return to dump more bodies.  You hadn’t gotten permission from the sheriff to do this, but there was no way were going to catch them if you didn’t.

Watching the blocked off crime scene, you sighed, wondering what you might do if you saw the unsub carrying out two women who might have been in love before their unfortunate murders.  Surely, you would lose your cool.  It was just something you always did.

“Y/N,” Emily said, resting her hand on your arm.  Her voice was soft and her touch was soothing.  You looked over to meet her eyes, your heart fluttering at the sight of her.  She was always just so beautiful and you were just so in love.  And the thought of anyone not accepting that, just like your parents, made you even more upset.

“I love you,” you said in a shaky voice.  Tears stung in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“I love you, too, babe.  Always,” she answered, her thumb brushing away the tears that fell down your cheek.

“There’s the son of a bitch,” Morgan said, pretending the touching moment wasn’t affecting him, too.  But the way he was out the door, tackling the unsub, who had another new victim in tow, told you he was not happy with the thought of anyone not accepting you either.  

In the next moment, you and Emily were out of the SUV, signalling Hotch and JJ through your comms units to let them know you got the guy, and running up just feel your heart fall to your stomach at the sight of the new victim, stabbed to death.

“Where’s the other one?” Morgan asked the man, getting in his face as he cuffed him.

Sirens from the other two vans were loud as the rest of the team arrived on the scene to help with the arrest.

“I won’t tell you, asshole,” the man replied, struggling against the pavement. 

Sensing your vulnerability, Emily grabbed you and held you close to her, consoling you without words.

“It’s okay, honey.  It’s fine.  We’ll find her,” she whispered into your hair as you lost it.  You were sobbing into her shoulder, unable to shelter your feelings any longer.  “We will find her.”

Although you knew she probably wasn’t alive, you knew your wife was right, you would find her and give her the justice she deserves.

princess-triton  asked:

Muhren for the "pro and con of dating him"? <_<


Pros and Cons of dating Muhren Helena, by Illyrio Anaideia :

(You get the “Outer Voice” and then the Inner Voice, because I like complicated and I just can’t keep things short.  And also you get only three cons and they are mostly fake cons, so I’m basically a fraud. It’s Illyrio’s fault.)

  • Pros :


(He nuzzle gently against my chest and kisses lightly like a dream. Careful and caretaker of my every pleasure, my every wish and every thought.)


(Soft like a caress, hungry for love, eager for touch, warm like the spring. Delicate lips tasting of peaches, melodious songs of passions untold.)


(Mine. My beautiful thing, who kneels before me. A gift of devotion, a sun that forgot how gravity worked, turning around me and it’s good cause it burns.)


(A sweet thing, and yet powerful beyond compare. Heart of endless light, heart of endless strength. Each smile explosions, each laugh a storm.)


(A collar around his neck and nothing else, beautiful like temptation, perfect like a rose without thorns. A soft sigh escaping his lips just before he falls asleep.)

  • Cons :

High Maintenance” 

(Papers spread around the floor, pouty moue that wants it all. Pleas for more and more and more, playing with fire, then dancing in it.)


(Soft scratching marking my back, not enough to last, just enough to know. Teeth that don’t bite but leave trails of possession. I’m Master of one and of one only.)


(Tempting my sweet with time ticking slow, driving him mad with the edge of a sword. I come when he calls, but the road can be long, each second years in the eye of the storm.)

Your are a garden. It's all up to you.

Darling, there is one thing you need to understand. You, your mind and your body combined, are a garden.

First. A certain amount of possibilities and preconditions is given you by birth. This is the ground that was given you. It can be sandy and full of stones, but this doesn’t need to stop you from planting a field of flowers. Because you were given the ability to imagine. The ability to change the ground you are standing on. With persistence and patience you can turn a desert into a jungle.

Second. Your thoughts are the seeds. What you think becomes what you say and becomes what you do. Every change, for good or for bad, relies on the thoughts that you focus on. Nothing good will grow from envy or hatred, just like a rose will never grow from nettle seeds. What you choose to sew, choose to think, determines what you harvest.

Third. Your actions are the water. Nothing proceeds from doing nothing. All seeds, as well intentioned as they may be, are wasted if you don’t water them. Get up on your feet. Change this world for good.

Fourth. There is a season to sew. There is a season to harvest. There is a season to recover. Take your time. Changes don’t happen over night. Be patient with your garden. You will achieve everything that you aim for when the time comes.

There will always be people who try to send droughts over your ground. Don’t let them take away your dreams. This your garden, and yours alone.

So many days when I couldn’t get it right, you were there. It’s only a day, think about the years that you’ve got left. So many times when I broke down, you were there. It’s only love, you’ll find another. So many tears, the ocean delivers, the rain stops falling, snow doesn’t come around, winter turns around, spring ceases to be, summer dissipates, autumn runs away– when I am without a season, when I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, if I’m about to drown with my paper boat– you were there. We don’t have blood ties, but you’ve been injected into my veins. Now I know why people are crazy. Now I know why people get clingy. Now I know how people grow. Now I know, now I know. So many days when I did get it right, you were there. See? I told you so. A day is a day is a day is a day. Poetry inked into my skin, you’re a forget-me-not tattoo laced with the mystery of the siren– drag me back into the sea, if I can’t see myself without misery– you were there. Which way is out? Why can’t I shout? At the bottom of the lake, tied down by my regrets. In a coffin with my dead body, loving you is an out of body experience. 30 pills in & I still don’t feel a thing, love is costly, souls caved-in, hearts with busted doors– this was always a burglary. Is the creative type always sad? Or is the sad always creative? Am I destructive by nature? Or does my way of doing things destroy my nature? You were there. From day one, you were there. You kept my hopes high, you kept my highs higher. It doesn’t matter if I’m lonely, if I’m sad, if I’m high as a fucking kite that doesn’t know when to come down even if a storm is imminent, if I’m deprived of people that say love is all that we’ve got, if that’s the case, then where is the love for myself when I’m left by myself? Sometimes I don’t make any sense, you make sense out of the insanity. This madness that dives into poetry, rabbit’s foot, dragon fire, dinosaur bones, a rose with a poem written into the petals, unicorn’s horn, poison of the deadliest kind, a heart that doesn’t break– a bit of the impossible, a bit of magic, I brew the darkest and blackest skies and place them into a bottle, a stormy smile, a past that’s filled with anger and shyness, we are fueled by desires that burn our fingertips– you were there. A potion that spelled it’s possible to love again. A love that made the lightness of a feather feel heavy. You were there when I couldn’t recognize myself and you’ll be there when I can. You were there when I didn’t love myself and you’ll be there when I do. You were there when I wasn’t and that makes you important. I know that as long as I’ve got you– the cosmos and all of its glory, it makes sense.
—  You were there

subjct0  asked:

Kenji x Alex for the romance asks 😊 -hartfeld

forgot to include numbers so here: 1, 2, 10, 19, 25, 29

YAAAY KENJI ASK thanks @hartfeld​!!! <3

Note: Written with F!MC (mine) in mind

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

Besides how hot Kenji is? Lol. Alex was drawn to Kenji’s confidence. There’s something enticing about how he unapologetically pursued her. Also the man is SMOOTH™ and let’s face, he’s hilarious in a dorky way and it’s endearing. What sealed the deal for her though was how learning about the big softie underneath who loves his city, who wants to be a good man and more for the city, for his mom, and generally everyone else around him. Also cute embarrassed Kenji <3

Kenji fell for Alex cause she’s different. She surprised even him, and that’s not easy. Usually he’s the one that’s a bit too much for people. But Alex can keep up and even top him with the flirting and the snarky jokes. She’s strong and independent, chill and pretty down-to-earth. Plus the way she caught him off guard with her questions on their first date got his attention biiig time.

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

The Caleb incident. For Kenji, he didn’t realize he was in love with Alex just yet. In that moment he saw the woman he was dating about to get stabbed by a jet of flame and he was afraid. His reflexes kicked in and once he came to, his body aching where Caleb hit him, he surprised himself at the realization that he would literally die for her. He had a lot to think about after that. Alex also realized she was falling for him when she held his limp body, and all she could feel was the fear and sadness at the thought of losing him before they could be anything more.

The moment they absolutely knew? Kenji knew when Alex went to dinner with him and his mom. Kenji and his mom were really close at one point in his life. He’s a momma’s boy and he loves her to bits. He’d do anything for her even now when things are a bit tense between them. Seeing Alex be there with him and for him while he was at his lowest, charming his mom, laughing with her after they made up, meant everything to him. He realized that he loved the way Alex moved around his family, that he loved seeing her with his mom and his mom liking her. He realized that he loved her.

As for Alex, it was when Kenji didn’t care that she wasn’t exactly human. She had told him fearing the worst and all he could talk about was how cool it was. Kenji just gave her the biggest grin ever and told her that he was still crazy about her. 

Now they just have to TELL EACH OTHER hnngg.

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Context: Basically Gabriel is working small waiting jobs in order to achieve his dream of being a fashion designer. His future wife is a regular at the restaurant he works at, and he somehow snatched a date with her. Prior to this he showed his kwami the outfit and she’s just outright disgusted. She thinks it should be more flamboyant (because she’s a peacock and like flamboyant males lol)


I had private tutors. Needlework, etiquette, piano - everything I would’ve learned if quadroons were allowed to attend school. Lovely, just lovely.


Bouncy bouncy Sybbie.


He was amazing this year 😭😭😭 he’s literally the best 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and now he’s gone 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY why do all our players seem to go to Carolina? Maybe we should just stop getting rid of people 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love you Scott Darling