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anonymous asked:

PLEASE JUST WRITE V FLUFF BEFORE WE ARE HIT WITH ALL THE ANGST THAT WE KNOW WILL BE IN HIS ROUTE ;;;;; LOVE YOU BABE

Dear (Y/N) (L/N), 

         It’s been a while hasn’t it? I don’t blame you if you haven’t touched the chat for heavens know how long. Just know that we have missed you so much. Seeing your face light up for the other members put a smile to my face. However, knowing that they can love you freely did turn my skies blue. Ha, I even thanked the lords that I am blind. It hurt seeing you love them without hesitation. Me and Saeran have been watching in the sidelines wishing that we were that important enough to be saved. I decided to do something about it. If you find me worthy… will you come save me? Will you take the time to find out my demons and still love me for it? 

       Call me selfish but I’ve been waiting for you ever since the first moment you logged into the chatroom. Now, my time has come. Sorry for being a little slow but I decided to finally open my heart. My heart is full of mysterious and the answers to them may hurt you. Just know that I will be there to wipe the tears away. If I push you away, just know that I am scared that you don’t find me worthy as the other members. That you won’t see me as how I see you. 

     Enough of me talking about the black plague that clouds my thoughts. Tell me about yourself? Your fears…your dreams… your desires. Will you ride this rollercoaster with me? I promise you that I will buckle you up tight because you are so precious to me already. Am I moving to fast? Ha, I am sorry. I tend to get ahead of myself when it comes to you. Before I decide to make the leap of faith, may I ask you one question? 

      Will you be my eyes? Will you show me the beauty of life again? I never met an angel in person, so when I get my sight back… your face better be the first face I see. So I can finally see an angel. Sorry for the rambling. I must go now… she’s waiting for me. Please. Save. Me. I hope I’m worthy enough. 


- Jihyun Kim 

8

When my time comes, forget the wrongs that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. Don’t resent me. And when you’re feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest. Leave out all the rest. Forgetting all the hurt inside you’ve learned to hide so well. Pretending someone else can com and save me from myself… I can’t be who you are.

I don’t have words for this. I hope so badly that I’ll wake up tomorrow and this will all have been a terrible dream. You meant so much to so many people. Your music helped millions overcome the horrors of their lives, and helped them battle the demons that plagued them. How come no one could help you? Wherever you are, Chester Bennington, I hope you’re finally at peace. You deserved so much better. You deserved the world. Thank you for your music, and your light. Thank you for everything. I’m going to miss you forever.

LINKIN PARK MEME.  Rest in peace, Chester Bennington. Your talent and wonderful personality gave so many people so much hope during their darkest of times, and you will be forever missed.

PAPERCUT.

  • Why does it feel like night today?
  • Why am I so uptight today?
  • Paranoia is all I got left.
  • I know what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
  • It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back.
  • It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.
  • It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within.
  • Your paranoia’s probably worse.
  • I don’t know what set me off first.

ONE STEP CLOSER.

  • I cannot take this anymore.
  • I find bliss in ignorance.
  • I’m about to break.
  • I need a little room to breathe.
  • I’m one step closer to the edge.
  • I wish I could find a way to disappear.
  • Shut up when I’m talking to you.

POINTS OF AUTHORITY.

  • Forfeit the game.
  • You can’t run the race.
  • You just won’t last.
  • You love the way I look at you.
  • My pride is broken.
  • You like to think you’re never wrong.
  • You live with what you’ve learned.
  • You have to act like you’re someone.
  • You want someone to hurt like you.

CRAWLING.

  • These wounds they will not heal.
  • There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.
  • This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending.
  • My walls are closing in.
  • I’ve felt this way before.

IN THE END.

  • It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
  • Time is a valuable thing.
  • I wasted it all just to watch you go.
  • I kept everything inside.
  • Even though I tried, it all fell apart.
  • I tried so hard and got so far.
  • In the end? It doesn’t even matter.
  • I had to fall to lose it all.
  • You’re acting like I was part of your property.
  • You fought with me.
  • Things aren’t the way they were before.
  • You wouldn’t even recognise me anymore.
  • I’ve put my trust in you.

MY DECEMBER.

  • I just wish I didn’t feel.
  • I take back all the things I said.
  • I’d give it all away just to have somewhere to go.
  • I’d give it all away just to have someone to come home to.
  • This is all I need.

BREAKING THE HABIT.

  • Memories consume like an opening wound.
  • You all assume I’m safe here.
  • I don’t want to be the one.
  • I’m the one confused.
  • I don’t know what’s worth fighting for.
  • I don’t know why I instigate and say what I don’t mean.
  • I don’t know how I got this way.
  • I know it’s not alright.
  • I had no options left.
  • I’m the one at fault.
  • I’ll never fight again.
  • This is how it ends.

NUMB.

  • I’m tired of being what you want me to be.
  • I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.
  • I’m under the pressure of walking in your shoes.
  • Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
  • I’ve become so numb.
  • I can’t feel you there.
  • All I want is to be more like me and be less like you.
  • Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
  • Everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you.
  • I may end up failing.
  • You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST.

  • I dreamed I was missing.
  • You were so scared.
  • No one would listen because no one else cared.
  • What am I leaving when I’m done here?
  • Forget the wrong that I’ve done.
  • Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.
  • Don’t resent me.
  • Keep me in your memory.
  • Don’t be afraid.
  • I’ve taken my beating.
  • I’m strong on the surface.
  • I’ve never been perfect.
  • I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.
  • Save me from myself.

SHADOW OF THE DAY.

  • Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
  • Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
  • The sun will set for you.
  • Your friends all plead for you to stay.
  • Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.

WHAT I’VE DONE.

  • There’s no need.
  • I’ve drawn regret from the truth.
  • Let mercy come and wash away what I’ve done.
  • Let go of what I’ve done.
  • I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

FAINT.

  • I said goodbye.
  • All I could think was I need a way to dig through the damage.
  • I see you takin’ advantage.
  • I found another reason to do this.
  • I wanna find a way to rattle you.
  • I’m not done.
  • There’s nothing left.
  • Darkness turned to light.

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be
Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

I’ll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind
And I’ll use you as a focal point
So I don’t lose sight of what I want

And I’ve moved further than I thought I could
But I missed you more than I thought I would

And I’ll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take

X

He loves you, whether you like it or not

Even if you don’t believe in God, He believes in you. He cheers you on in your victories, He cries with you in your pain. He’s been with you every moment of your life and has saved you from things you don’t even know about. He’s fighting a war to save your soul and you don’t even see it. He let Himself die a criminal’s death, the nails driven deeper into Him with every sin, so that you could have the chance to know how much you’re loved by Him.
You may not believe it. You may not think He’s there, but He is. And He is just waiting with open arms for your to turn to Him. He wants you to come home. He misses His child.
But He won’t rush you, won’t force you to do or believe anything. He’s not going to say you’re not good enough for Him. If He can look at Judas, the man who betrayed Him and gave Him up to die, with love, there’s nothing you can do that will cross the line with Him. He will always - always - welcome you into His arms. He waits for that moment.

Letters To Home - Opie

Second Letter of The Series


C.I.M.
Inmate # 1-Y77425

Hey sweetheart,

I got the pictures you sent. The kids are getting so big! Man… I miss you so much. I just keep thinking about how I don’t belong here, how I shouldn’t be here. Every night I toss and turn on this uncomfortable mattress, then I wake up reaching for you. But I’m alone… Its so loud in here, even at night. I know I’m not supposed to enjoy being incarcerated but I hate it here. I can’t wait until I’m home with you and the kids. I miss stupid things like hearing cartoons in the background while I’m making coffee in the morning, and the smell of the fabric softener you put in my laundry even though I told you bikers don’t use fabric softener…haha… I can’t wait to see you and the kids. Pop said he’d come with you on family day if you want. He can help with the kids. Tell Jax and the guys I’m okay. I know they’ve been coming by to check on you.
I’m lucky to have you, baby. See you soon.

-Ope

Yongguk - Dangerously Innocent ♥ [Part 2]

Originally posted by j-miki


Member: B.A.P’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: MafiaLeader!Yongguk &  You

Genre: Angst-ish

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Shooting and other Mafia stuff.

Words: 2,530

Part 1, Part 2


Three days later - it is Monday already - you prepare yourself to return to work and beg your boss for forgiveness after missing 1.5 weeks of work without an excuse.  You arrive at work a bit early and immediately enter your boss’s office. “Uhm.” You clear your throat. “Mrs. Oh?” You ask and look at your boss who just started noticing you. “Y/N! Oh my God are you alright? I couldn’t believe when your brother came in and told us that you actually slit your ankle on a stone and had to go to the hospital! We wanted to visit you but your brother said that you weren’t allowed any visitors because you had lost so much blood and were on strict bed rest!”She carefully pulls you over to a couch in the corner of her office and sits you down. ’My brother?’ You think to yourself. You are an only child. “Talking about brother. Why did you not tell us that you had such a good looking brother!” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and looks at you again worriedly. “Are you sure that you can work again?” You nod and stand up, assuring her once again that you are sure and that she doesn’t need to worry. As you leave her office you think to yourself that those guys are better than you had thought.

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This is your fault you gave me the idea

@classy-sassy-enjolrassy wrote a thing after we talked about drunk Enjolras and I’m crying


Grantaire flops face down on his sofa when he gets home from his opening shift at the café. You would think that getting up at 5 to open wouldn’t be that bad when you get free coffee but it is still 5am no matter how much glorious caffeine you have. Urchin jumps on his back and begins to do her odd kneading thing with her paws which would be almost sweet if she didn’t use her claws while she did it.

“Ok ok I get it you’re hungry” he grumbles slowly standing up so the cat can adjust so she’s perched on his shoulder. She wasn’t what you’d call a pretty cat with her sooty grey coat and missing ear but he had begrudgingly fallen in love with her after Jehan had asked him to watch the poor stray while he tried to find a home for it, and that was three years ago. After he fed her he managed to take his shoes off and collapse on his bed for a well-deserved nap when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He groaned but reached for it because knowing his friends someone was in jail.

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an explanation.

hi guys,

   um, so, as some of u guys may have seen, i haven’t been exactly.. active in the phandom recently. the past month has been a hard one, and i’m sorry that i haven’t been reblogging the content you followed me for. lately, i have come to terms that i have simply moved on from dan and phil, and im terribly sorry for not lasting as long as i wanted to. i mean??? i barely lasted a year in this community, and it was the most fun i have experienced online. i made loads of amazing friends, met tons of great people, but my time in this fandom has come to an end. instead, i have changed my blog to one about musicals and theater, something i am more interested in at the moment! feel free to unfollow me if they aren’t your thing, i completely understand that everyone has different tastes!! 

if we are mutuals, i will continue to follow you. just because im not as involved in the phandom as i used to be does not mean i dislike dan and phil. 

also, a special thank you to all of my friends i have made while in this community!! without you, i probably wouldn’t have stayed as long as i have. 

alternative social medias!

instagram:

main: @/gabriellaphillips

spam: @/drwsybee

snapchat:

@/gabribee

i love you all!!

anonymous asked:

I couldn't see it in your wcif so I'm sorry if I missed it 😫 but where can I find Elise's hair? She is so freaking gorgeous. Also I love u thank you for not really killing aspen 😭❤️👏🏻

omg no i haven’t gotten a wcif for that yet, so don’t worry!! it’s the galatea hair by nolan-sims and you can get it here

Wanna-One Halloween AU!

Back to the random scenarios. This is the strangest one so far, imo. Not a Wanna One member but who doesn’t love Jonghyun? Enjoy! (You + Kim Jonghyun)

Inspired by this pic from Jonghyun’s Instagram (@pockyjr), lmao

  • You honestly didn’t care too much about “teenage/young adult” Halloween
  • If anything, you missed the good old times of going trick-or-treating, not these insane parties that your friends always forced you to go to
  • You really weren’t interested in dressing up, you would honestly rather be sleeping in your comfy bed
  • So every year, you wore the same horse mask, in your black t-shirt and jeans
  • Even though it was getting pretty old, people always seemed to get a laugh from seeing the horse head casually walk around
  • You were a tradition, and everyone knew about it
  • You had sat down with you water bottle in hand on a seat in the kitchen, trying to get away from the loud music that was playing in the other room
  • But your peace didn’t go undisturbed for long: soon, your friend called you out for being a “party pooper” and pushed you towards the dance crowd, with colored strobe lights blinking and loud music blaring
  • You began to make some weird movements that people seemed to like, but soon you heard loud screams of delight from the other party-goers
  • Someone else had shown up to the party in a horse mask.
  • And they were… breaking it down… doing a crazier dance that totally one-upped you
  • You weren’t a party animal (pun intended), but there was no way you would let someone else steal your “thing”. Who did they think they were?
  • (yes you are a competitive soul)
  • You instantly became consumed by the spirit of the gods of dancing and began to violently shuffle and flap your arms
  • In the six years you had been to this Halloween party, this was the first time you had let loose
  • After some more… questionable dancing from you two, you both stopped as the song changed to a slower song that was pretty unfit for a Halloween party (imagine: something like “Stay With Me” by Sam Smith, LOL)
  • You were about to take your leave, ready to finally sit down after that hell of a workout
  • But no
  • The other person in the horse mask started… sexy dancing to the sad song
  • It was surely a sight
  • They made a move to pull you in and you couldn’t refuse
  • And you found yourself sensually dancing in a horse mask with another unidentified person in a face mask with a whole crowd watching
  • Hands, limbs, and other body parts were in places they shouldn’t be
  • (y/n wyd)
  • When that song ended, the other horse took your hand and like telepathy, you both bowed and galloped out of the room
  • After leaving the room, the other person continued holding your hand, leading you to the outside back patio, where you both sat down on the steps, still somewhat laughing
  • You finally spoke, taking off your horse mask, feeling the cool autumn air brush your face. “I’ve got to know, that was insane. Who are you?”
  • You heard a deep, almost raspy “hahat” in response
  • “Well?” You questioned again, tugging the horse mask off the person’s head
  • Your mouth dropped when you found the person behind the rubbery mask
  • A cute boy with the most adorable sheepish eyesmile, running his hand through his hair
  • This guy was behind that crazy horse dancing?
  • “I’m Jonghyun.”
  • You quickly responded, snapping out of your momentary trance. “I’m (y/n). I’m not usually like that, I usually hate these kinds of parties”, you said with a shy laugh
  • But he actually already knew your name
  • “Same here actually, I’m usually pretty introverted. The mask just made me let loose, I suppose. I was dragged here by my friend Minki, you might have seen him – he’s dressed as Lady Gaga”
  • “Oh wow, we have a lot in common actually, my friends always force me to come to this party every year. I always come as a horse, so I was pretty surprised when I saw someone else as a horse this year”
  • “Yeah, I know you come as the horse every year” Jonghyun mumbled, with what looked like a blush coating his cheeks
  • “So why did you come as a horse then, if you knew?”
  • Jonghyun, head down, fingers playing in his lap, quietly announced
  • “Because I’m interested in you”
  • Wait, what?
  • You stared at Jonghyun in silence for a couple seconds before asking, “but we just met?”
  • He nodded, and the gates of information opened
  • He had noticed the you in the horse mask coming to the party every year
  • He had noticed the way you didn’t really talk to anyone or dance or seem concerned with the actual party
  • He had been wanting to approach you for years, a fellow introverted soul at this crazy annual party
  • You had piqued his curiosity, and he wanted to get to know you.
  • You had not noticed him, along with the rest of your surroundings, all this time
  • And this was his plan, to finally reach out to meet you
  • He didn’t wear the silly horse mask to gain courage to dance like a madman in front of an audience
  • He wore it so he could gain the courage to approach you.
  • a horse mask love story I am honestly so confused right now
  • Cue a future of trolling parties and get-togethers with horse masks, only to just giggle about it alone with one another afterwards

I know no one is gonna read this but I am absolutely devastated that Chester is gone. Like I can’t believe it, he was just here, he was gonna go on tour, he…. I don’t know why he decided to give up his life but his family, friends, fans, we are hurt. Linkin Park means so much to me, they were apart of my childhood and now to this day. Chester’s iconic voice will never be replaced. He is embedded in our hearts and we miss him already. Chester, thank you for everything, thanks for helping me through rough times with your music. Thanks for giving us fan your wonderful gift. Rest in peace and god bless. We love you.

chinxee  asked:

Maybe you saw Me Asking A Question, Or just Re-sharing. Either way, Thank you so Much for you're Blog!!! My Art Wouldn't Be Like it is this day! You need More than 500 Followers, Like 100 Million, Keep Blogging And Have a Great day~

Hey! Meg here! Just scrolled and found your original question about digital art! First, thank you and sorry we missed it! When it comes to digital art, whether it be using a mouse to draw with Microsoft Paint, or using a tablet with Adobe Photoshop, it’s all about getting acquainted with the software! Just let yourself twink around with the settings, don’t try to make a masterpiece at the beginning! I do want to make more tutorials on working digitally, so hopefully I can explain more then! Again, thank you so much for your support!

I’m currently in a state of shock, Chester Bennington is dead. Chester Bennington, who’s music helped me through my own depression, who’s lyrics, from the first moment i heard them made me feel less alone, less misunderstood. I can’t actually wrap my head around the fact that he’s gone, that he isn’t here anymore, i just wish his music could’ve done the same for him that it did for me and so many others.

RIP Chester, you will be missed so so much.

I miss you, Autumn. You’ve been gone for so long. I love you and I want you back. I miss the sound of your rain pounding against the roof and windows of my house. I miss your colorful leaves. I miss your cold weather. I miss wearing warm clothes when you are here. I miss Halloween. I miss seeing and smelling pumpkin spice everything everywhere, even though I don’t like pumpkin spice. I want you so much, Autumn. I can’t wait to see you again in a few months.

when you... try to speak the language of love part one

pairing: tom holland x reader
request: no
warnings: cursing

it was no secret you were a tough cookie. you weren’t a big fan of cheesy love confessions or heartfelt moments with tears that cause nasty eye boogers.

but tom is.

not so much the tears, but the romantic part.

he loves the whole ten yards. flowers, chocolates, surprise “three month anniversary!” jewelry. that was his thing. that was his love language. gifts and surprises.

it wasn’t yours though, so it was hard to show that you really do love him. you really do miss him when he was gone. you really really do want you and him to last for a very long time.

so far it had been two weeks, three hours, and thirty three minutes since you last spoke to him outside of a couple of texts that said “hey, been busy! haven’t forgotten about u! love u!!” and a shit ton of emoji’s. you wanted more. you hadn’t actually seen him and hugged him and kissed him in months. (seven months, eight days to be almost exact.)

and like you know, you’re a tough cookie. a tough cookie that has access to tom’s flyer’s rewards thing. finals were over, summer break had officially started, and work was more than happy to let you go for a few days. so being the tough cookie you are, and the nosy girlfriend who happens to have the zendaya coleman’s number, you’re on a plane to surprise tom in new york.

“you’re really not worth it,” you mumble to yourself while at baggage claim.

the plane had just landed. this was your first time in new york and you’ve only been here for .07 seconds and you see why people call new yorkers rude. you look to the sky for some patience or a shot of vodka, the mood calls for both, as you see your bags come around on the belt. you’re quick to grab it and move out. it’s not until you’re officially out of the airport and looking through lyft to realize you have no clue what hotel tom is at.

you’re not good at the “romantic thing” but you’re trying your best. you look through your messages with zendaya to see if she dropped a line while you were on the plane.

‘hey boo. jst noticed u never got the hotel we’re at. chillin at hilton, the one closest to the airport. me and tom boy won’t be there til 3. tell the clerk ur w/ dutch. he’ll let ya thru. c ya soon!!!!!’

bless her. she even left an address.

with a deep breath, you put in the location of the hotel. it’s really not far. it’s probably be quicker to walk than to call a ride. so you do. it takes about twenty minutes, but it allows you to take in some of the sites. there’s not much, mostly airport things, but past those you can see skyscrapers and hear the city life.

the hotel itself is a grand affair. it looks like a typical office building on the outside, very lowkey. but once you hit the foyer, you see why it’s a five star place. it’s like walking into a palace.

you feel out of place in you casual jeans and captain america hoodie. the man at the front desk doesn’t even look up from his magazine.

“i’m here with dutch?”

“are you sure,” he asks, bored with life.

“i’m with dutch,” you say more forcefully.

he finally looks up. he glances up and down.

“identification?”

you sniff at him, but go through your bag anyways. you pull out your license. he glances at it momentarily before handed it back. he also gives you a key card.

“door number is on the card. first number is the floor it’s on. have a nice day.”

you simply nod and make way towards the elevators to the right. you read the card. 438.

“what? no penthouse?”

you press the number in and wait for your floor. it doesn’t take long and soon you’re opening the door to tom’s room. it’s much cleaner than expected. like. hella clean. must be room service.

you drop your bag on the couch and move deeper into the hotel room. you enter though a door and find the bedroom. it’s a mess.

“that’s more like it!”

after satisfying your curiosity, you make your way back to through living room and to the kitchen. you absentmindedly note that there’s a balcony. you see that the items you asked for had been bought. zendaya had very cleverly helped you plan the whole charade. her and pinterest.

sitting in a bucket of partially melted ice cubes was tom’s favorite wine and beers, along with unlit candles of various shades of red. there was even a room service lists with certain meals circled.

god. what a bae.

with that part cleared, you make way towards your bag. you pull out a black table cloth and a bag full of rose petals. there’s also your old ihome speakers.

you also pull out a dress. it was your favorite and not one you get to wear often. it was pretty and made you look and feel confident, but most importantly, it was comfortable. even though this was planned to a tee with every detailed accounted for, you were still nervous. the dress helped.

but a shower in that ridiculously large bathroom would help more.

so that’s what you did. and only after you wrapped your hair into a fluffy towel and applied your make up, did you call room service to request some meal in latin that was circled four times more than the others. after words, you set the coffee table up very nicely. (because no matter how nice this hotel is, apparently asking for a kitchen table was too much.)

your feeling more confident in this whole thing as room service knocks on the door and assists you on how to make it look best arranged. you’re clapping yourself on the back when your phone buzzes.

‘CODE BLACK CODE BLACK!! TOM IS HEADINF BACK TK THE HOTEL!! AHOW GOT OUT EARLY!!!’

and suddenly you’re not confident. you’re phone buzzes again.

‘BE THERE IN 10’

holy shit. you do last minute preparation. you close all the windows, pull the shades, throw your bag and clothes under the bed. pick up his room at bit because why not? you’ve finished lacing up your heel when the lock jiggles. you quickly light the candles and flick the lighter somewhere in the room.

you’re fidgeting with the end of your dress when you see tom enter.

“babe?”

you smile nervously, “hey baby.”

Hi guys!

I’m back from my holiday! I hope you didn’t miss me too much! 

jk I’m glad to be home and back with my sims and you guys though. Thank you for all the lovely well-wishes I got, they really put a smile on my face! And I hope that everything was okay whilst I was away. My wifi was super crappy in my hotel room so I couldn’t always check to make sure everything was running smoothly, so I apologise if there were any mishaps!

Hopefully I can get back to Golgotha Manor planning as quickly as possible, I promise I’m trying my best for you; you definitely deserve it! <3

anonymous asked:

I miss chris cornell so much it's too painful. I don't know what to do, im still so saddened and shocked by his death and i miss him like hell. I feel like it was just yesterday i heard the news and feel my heart skipping a beat and breaking into pieces all over again, everyday. Thank god i didn't live kurts death like this. i can't. Chris I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH REST IN PEACE MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL. I'LL MISS YOU FOREVER. KURT I LOVE YOU I ALWAYS WILL. AND I MISS YOU.

you sound like me, sans internet in 1994.  I was (still am) a mess with kurt.

it’s like what anton brookes said,  the rumors  were always around about kurt’s

death.   “he’s dead,  no he’s not.  he’s overdosed AGAIN”     the first reaction of most people when a body was found at the house….was that kurt had shot someone.    

what I can’t believe is someone tried to steal chris’s grave marker.   what an ass hat move.    honestly,  (as I have said many times)   I have come to the idea it’s a good thing that Kurt doesn’t have a grave.   people can visit the park/landing, and the bench.   good enough.   or the McLean’s creek state park.  

I miss kurt everyday.    23 years……………………………………………….

Emma: I’m the Savior, right? I’m supposed to bring back all the happy endings. That’s what Henry always said.


Mary Margaret Blanchard: Happy endings aren’t always what we think they will be. Look around you. You’ve touched the lives of everyone here.

I love Emma. Her, Henry, Charming and Hook were the only reason I kept watching the series after season 4. I actually drew this the night season 6 finished but I just never got around to painting it. Its a lot darker/brighter in person, but my scanner never takes light colors well. I will miss Emma so much. In my opinion the show ended at the last supper scene.

Sorry I couldn’t get Jennifer or Abbys face right. I’m proud of how Mckenna came out though.

Thank You

I’m just popping in briefly to set up an art post for later this evening, but I just wanted to thank you all for the lovely messages you’ve left me. 

I’m medicated now (cymbalta) but the side effects as I begin my treatment are really kicking my ass, so for that reason I’m going to stay away for at least another week. I really don’t trust my brain right now and I’d rather avoid the temptation to do anything I can’t take back later. 

I love you all, and miss you very much. Please be good to each other and kind to yourselves. You’re precious and you deserve all the good things.