it's like she's staring right into my soul

Okay so

first off i’d like to start off by saying chris is the sweetest person on this planet (that’s not an exaggeration and also should not be a surprise). she literally goes out of her way to interact with fans, and that is such a special thing. so thank you, pressi. 

anyway so basically i went down through one of the suites to field level where everyone was waiting for the players (all of them were also very nice) and like press was on the opposite side of the field but i waited right by the “tunnel” exit and she’s walking towards the exit and i call her name and she looks at me and makes direct eye contact and inside i’m like

and she’s smiling so!! fucking!!! big!! and her eyes are twinkling and i died

and she beelines right to me, meanwhile everybody and their mother is calling her name but she ignores all of them because they don’t have the key ingredient (a #23 jersey) and holy fuck her smile and then she says “hi, how are you?” and I die again and say it’s always great to see her in California and she’s like “i love playing here!” and then she says thank you so much for coming etc. etc. and does that eye contact thing where you realize you’re staring into the soul of an angel and she said “there you go” and handed me my jersey and smiled more and that was that. did i ask for a picture no because all i could process in that moment was her smile and her eyes so yeah that’s my story Christen Press is a literal angel


I’ve never met my mother.
She died when I was too little to even remember her face or the sound of her voice. She lives through the memories of my father and stories he told me about her; about how they met, how they fell in love, about the kind of person she was.
I know she was moody but passionate, that she loved nature and wanted to own a flower shop, that she was convinced the aliens were complotting to take control of the world. 
Sometimes I’m quite sure she was crazy, in a good but inevitable way, other times I realize she was just a dreamer, a soul full of hope.
My father gave me some pictures of them: they’re embraced, barefoot on the ground. He took her chin and they’re staring at each other for eternity.
He seems so different now, like the boy in those picture wasn’t my father, but another person. Someone he will never return to be, someone I will never meet.
But you’ll never see the man he is now, right mom?
Do you miss him, there, wherever you are?
Do you miss me?

Terrifying Fanon Characters I've Come Across Scrolling The Homestuck AO3 Tag

JOHN: Cries. At. Everything. Also… clingy. Where is [person] ?!?! I need [person]!!! WhERE. Goes insane if left alone be because he lives for ATTENTION!!!! He will latch onto your leg like a 5 year old. Actually might be a 5 year old. Who knows. He doesn’t have enough character to tell.

ROSE: Weird Old Lady but in a young body. Cryptid. All you see of her is a glimpse across the Taco Bell parking lot at 4:13 am. She moonwalks back into the Taco Bell and orders a single dorito and then stares at you and offers cryptic advice.

DAVE: 100% bad boy stereotype. He smokes heroin behind your school near the dumpster. Everyone tells you stay away, for good reason. People say he’s an asshole. People are right. Also, where did the irony go. Its gone, much like my dignity after reading this certain fic.

JADE: Disgustingly happy or stereotype will-kick-your-ass-in-two-seconds bipolar. No in-between. She invites you to lunch with a heartfelt letter that pours her heart and soul into it, and when you arrive to the restaurant its a biker-gang-bar that she lives at. She punches a guy as you walk in.

JANE: Girl-who-bakes is her name, literally only baking is her game. Where is her character? Who knows. Did she bake it into her cupcakes? No. It’s just gone. Food is good though. Maybe because her character is only food. A good character arc for this Jane is dinner. That’s it.

ROXY: Eyyyyyyyyyyyy~ my man~. I use this~ at the end of evvvvery sentence~ cause im druuuuuuunk~. It gets old fast. Literally falls over other characters or any other person in the vicinity to shove her chest in your face. Has she ever even been sober? No. The answer is no.

DIRK: Suave. Sexy. Strider. Literally perfect, never is awkward, always knows what to say. 100% douche, 2000% of the time. No one mentions the anime shades, taboo subject. Anime is never mentioned once in the entire fic. Always cool, calm and collected. Ummm, no. Have you met the man in canon?

JAKE: Did someone say sport?!? I do sport?!? Watch me do sport?!? Sport!! Where did his ‘razz my berries’ talk go? It is no more. Generic jock. Football is his life, and it’s kinda sad to watch. He wanders around unaware of everything until someone says ‘Jake’ or 'football’ and then he smashes through 3 walls and a door to yell.

anonymous asked:

Bellarke scenes you want to see this season? :)))

  • “She’s not your Wanheda.”
  • “Hey. That’s not who you have to be with me, some legend or story or commander. That’s not who you have to be.”
  • At the end of the season: A kiss that starts ugly, after a fight, after too much passion - this brutal beautiful release before they’re torn apart. Then, later in the episode, Bellamy finds Clarke, and she’s already got a chart of all the reasons they won’t work, but he’s like, “Let’s try that again” and oh my God.
  • Clarke talking about Bellamy’s interests and personality, about his love of history and mythology. For once, just let them see each other as the spirit and soul beneath their blood and bones like we got a glimpse of in this episode.
  • “I forgive you.”
  • Please, lots of slow burn at its culmination. Fiery touches, long talks about something other than war, Clarke saying, “No one wants me here” and Bellamy staring at her a little too long after that.
  • Clarke unfurling, Bellamy the only one who gets it. “I can’t do this, Bellamy. Everywhere I go, death is right there, at my side.” “But I am, too.”
  • The click that happens when Clarke realizes just how much she loves him. I want to see it on her face. I want her to find him in a crowd.
  • I want a Bellamy and Lexa scene. From Bellamy: “This is what it means to love her.”
  • I just want my children to have fun and talk about memories on the Ark and laugh and be nerds. I’m tired.
  • Also, I want them to finally have that drink for me.
in honor of jesse's birthday these are my fave gifs/pics of him

hey son

i love this one its so cute its perfect for everything

wtf u dumbass wtf

me 24/7



when shes rly hot 

i cropped out riff raff for obvious reasons so 


idk i just like this one 

idk his hair is weird but his face is flame emoji


this makes me sad but its also hilarious so idkidkidk

this one too idk


*insert alex turner dropping microphone gif* 


a one time thing (and other untruths) (14/?)

Captain Swan. Modern AU.

“She supposes the reason she tells him is the same reason she kept his phone number after all those weeks." 

Notes: So here we are. The next chapter. Sorry for the wait. Life stuff happened. You know how it goes. Next chapter’s partly written, but  - and don’t hate me for this - I need to buckle down and work on my grad school play. So from here on out, until I either finish the play or this fic (God knows which is gonna come first, good lord this fic is getting long) I’m not gonna work on new chapter until I’ve written at least one scene for my play. Then I’ll let myself write a chapter. Then a scene. And so on. So updates are gonna be slower, probably. Thank you all for reading and messaging and such. You guys are awesome. Hope you like this chapter. (And to the anon who just messaged me - your timing is perfect. I was giving the chapter a final read through when I got your message.)

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            It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of properly dating, and yet not much has changed, really. They talk more but see each other about the same, and since Henry doesn’t know (and he gets the feeling she’d never be one for public displays anyway) there’s not much in the way of hand holding or kissing or anything else. So it feels very much like it was except she’s kissed him and that changed things except nothing’s really changed and he—

            He’s not sure what to do with that.

            (They do meet for lunch, sometimes, and that’s nice. That’s—that’s when it feels real.)

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