punch in the pace

*Hears the beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies* … *Jumps down stairs* *Crashes into room* OH. *Punches lamp* WELL IMAGINE *Kicks through window* AS IM PACING THE PEWS *Flips couch over* IN A CHURCH CORRIDOR *Throws coffee table out window* AND I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR *Kicks wall* NO I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR AN EXCHANGING OF WORDS *Grabs you by the shirt collar* WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING

There is blood on the pavement, ruby red and fresh,
I’m walking with bare feet, wondering if you cut yours on glass from broken bottles?
And if I should watch my step?
Or did life just punch you in the teeth again?
I hurry along, faster paces, hoping to see your grimace soon, dripping with the gore of Karma’s keen wrath,
And the look in your eyes when you realise that it was me behind you the whole time
—  a long walk on a twisted path @rarasworldbro
A Little Treat (PART 2)

As a Christmas present for ya’ll, and for being such an amazing bunch, we will give you a collection of Lee Pace TWITTER selfies.

We will start with twitter selfies and we will leave it in your worthy hands to add all the selfies you can find… from the cute selfies he took during The Hobbit Premiere in 2014 till the very last selfie he took in 2016 (excluding the twitter selfies we have included below)! 

please refer to our previous post for part 1

PHEW! I THOUGHT WILL NEVER FINISH!
DAMN, HE IS A SELFIE MASTER INDEED!
Go on Pacers - finish what we started!
May the Pace forever be in your favour!

Love,

thelpfn

That moment when everyone squealed in unison and punched their friends because oh my god LOTR
  • Legolas: I can not go back.
  • Thranduil: Where will you go?
  • Legolas: I do not know.
  • [pause]
  • Thranduil: Go to the North. There is a member of the Dunedain you should meet and stay with. His father was a good man, I have hope he will be a great one.
  • Legolas: What is his name?
  • Thranduil: He is known as Strider. His true name, you must discover for yourself.
*hears the beginning of i write sins not tragedies*
  • me: *jumps down stairs*
  • me: *crashes through door*
  • me: OH
  • me: *punches lamp*
  • me: WELL IMAGINE
  • me: *kicks through window*
  • me: AS I'M PACING THE PEWS
  • me: *flips couch over*
  • me: OF A CHURCH CORRIDOR
  • me: *throws coffee table out window*
  • me: AND I CAN'T HELP BUT TO HEAR
  • me: *kicks wall*
  • me: NO I CAN'T HELP BUT TO HEAR AN EXCHANGING OF WORDS
  • me: *grabs you by the shirt collar*
  • me: WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING
Little Treat

As a Christmas present for ya’ll, and for being such an amazing bunch, we will give you a collection of Lee Pace TWITTER selfies.

We will start with twitter selfies and we will leave it in your worthy hands to add all the selfies you can find… from this cute selfies he took during The Hobbit Premier in 2014 till the very last selfie he took in 2016 (excluding the twitter selfies we have included below)!

MAKE SURE YOU DO NOT DOUBLICATE 

From latest to oldest:

Beanie lovin’

Oh! here is a smile :D

AAAND beanie is back!

WAIT WAIT WAIT! THAT IS PETE NOT LEE (could not help it sorry!)

Back to beanie lovin’

For the love of farms

The Butterfly Effect

Randomniza

Losing captions because the selfies are getting out of hand!

OKAY THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND PATCH ONE
WE WILL HAVE TO GO IN TROOPS FOR THIS ONE :D

The signs reacting to the 13th zodiac sign

Aires: *contemplates life, doesn’t want to become a boring Pisces*

Taurus: Doesn’t give a fuck

Gemini: has leaving party for themselves

Cancer: cries about the Scorpio they once loved

Leo: looses their shit for the first time in 28 years

Virgo: is excited about potentially now being a less boring sign

Libra: tells NASA to suck a dick, because they are smarter and know better

Scorpio: *throws knifes* *rips apart kitchen bench* *punches walls* *paces aggressively whilst swearing*

Sagittarius: gets excited that they may no longer be the shittiest sign

Capricorn: hasn’t found out yet

Ophiuchus: who cares … they CAME ALONG AND RUINED THE FUCKING PARTY.

Aquarius: *drowns themselves*

Pisces: Is offended that no one wants to join them
My Sounds
  • My Sounds
  • J.A. Carter-Winward
  • No Album -- just a reading
Play

my sounds

my sounds don’t have words
my sounds can only be heard
in a whisper, a song
when you touch my upper arm
my sound is
mmMmm…

this happy-ness
this prox-imity
this pretty pacing
pattering patterned
palpitating
promise pleases my
punch
and with my sound
your hand pounces (too soon)
on my…
MMMmmm…

re-treat offa my
teat
you treat my bared teeth with
your smile
similitude of sorrow
you try again.
nuzzling my neck
narrow licks and lips up
up, up, up, up
and i
Ooo…

warm belly greets warm hand
warming ears greet warmer words
and wonder at waxing
fullness
a moon growing inside
a shadow moving aside to
reveal my face
glowing in space
and my sound is
(low laughter)…

entangling in my hair
your hand heating my hot plate
now, i say inside my head, now!
as you cup my breast and
roll my nipple in your
oh! ohhhh….

down past the bend
toward the end
is the beginning of
OOOOoohhhHahHahHah….
and you listen so well to my sounds
as they bound around
and in between
they can’t be seen
only felt and gnawed on
a supple game
running the gamut
kiss me, dammit!
but i can’t say it
because you’ve already done it
so i
(moaning)

panting is my sound
             (faster)
panties to get around
           (harder)
moving inside you’ve found
            (deeper!)
the place I make my sound
              (yes!!)
and i…
ohhh…
mmmoohhhh…
oh…
god-god-god-god-god-ffffuck!

my sound is silence
breathing compliant
the silence is giant
punctuate
with the breathing
the weeping
the laughing
the whispering
of my sounds
nestled in your ears
amidst the beating of our hearts.

©j.a. carter-winward

anonymous asked:

41

41• What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?
—-

A lot of pacing/screaming in frustration. He might punch a wall once in awhile if he’s seriously ticked off. If he sat and brooded it’d be much worse considering he’d be bottling up the anger and could possibly unleash it on something other than a wall. So active ways of blowing off steam are usually more beneficial to him.

*Hears the beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies* … *Jumps down stairs* *Crashes into room* OH. *Punches lamp* WELL IMAGINE *Kicks through window* AS IM PACING THE PEWS *Flips couch over* IN A CHURCH CORRIDOR *Throws coffee table out window* AND I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR *Kicks wall* NO I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR AN EXCHANGING OF WORDS *Grabs you by the shirt collar* WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING

The Confessional: Admissions of Love and...Love

The pacing of the episode was intense. I felt almost breathless by the end from the combination of the pace of the action and being emotionally fucking sucker punched throughout. I know many of you may have found the pace problematic, but I actually found a particular kind of beauty in it, whether it was intentional or not. 

The story moved fast. The action moved fast. The dialogue moved fast.
But the moment Dean opened up in that Confessional…time stopped.
It just stopped. You could feel every word, every emotion, every ounce of self-deprecation stemming from his own choices to deny himself the things that would have truly allowed him to live. Dean confessed to obsession with women, with food, with alcohol – to all of the things that fed his self-denial, that stated the thirst of the darkness within him. They were the things he turned to because all of the other things in his life that could actually lend him some semblance of happiness were too overwhelming to handle. Too overwhelming because he didn’t believe, because he isn’t worthy. He has never believed he deserves love or happiness or the kind of companionship he has been starving for his entire life. Dean is hungry because he’s been starving himself of love since he was four goddamned years old. 

Sitting in that Confessional, speaking to a servant of God, Dean opened up. He allowed himself to be exactly who he is, with all of his fear, and all of his doubt, and the full force of the immensity of his love.

The prayers are just the beginning to some serious soul-searching.

Dean confessed to believing in God, but he doesn’t have faith that God still believes in him.

Regardless, Dean still knows a thing or two about prayer. About praying to a being…the only being in his godforsaken world that might still believe in him.

Everything Dean said…everything that he admitted to. For the first time, I truly, truly believe that he allowed himself to recognize his feelings for Cas. And sure, he could have just been speaking in generalizations about feeling more and wanting more and I might be bat-shit crazy but I just can’t believe that. I can’t believe that because the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes…Dean knew exactly what it was he was talking about. He knew who he was talking about. There is more than women and food and booze because he has family, because he has been forgiven, even though he may never be able to forgive himself. Because he is loved. Because he loves…and he loves. There is a distinction. There is a distinction because he was talking about the people in his life, the feelings he denied himself…the feelings he had never even allowed himself to experience. And Dean loves his brother. He loves the memory of his mother and his father. Dean loves Bobby and he loves Charlie and he loves Kevin because they are his family, dead or alive. And they know. Whether or not Dean has ever said the words “I love you,” they know. It’s never been a secret. Never been something denied. Dean’s love for Sam is the entire basis of their story. It’s undeniable. But the feelings toward one particular family member…one family member who never quite fit into the category of brotherhood…that was deniable – because it was more, because it was foreign and fucking overwhelming because that was a definition of “love” that Dean has convinced himself does not exist. Not for him. Not ever.

With every fiber of my being I felt him finally recognizing and acknowledging the feelings he has had for Cas all of this time. Dean found himself in that Confessional. He found the true meaning of love. He found that greater purpose to focus on. Dean doesn’t want to die because he’s finally allowing himself a taste of life. He can’t let that go now. He would be a fool to. And he’s goddamned terrified that he’s going to die before he can do anything about it….before he can tell him. Before he can hold his cause in his arms and feel fucking everything.

The pacing of the episode mirrored Dean’s description of how he has always lived his life – pedal to the metal. But inside of the walls of the Confessional, Dean slowed down. He saw everything. He felt everything. And he’s scared and he’s lost. And fucked if he didn’t know that the second he stepped out of that booth, it would be zero to sixty in 0.6 seconds and that’s just not the way he wants to goddamned live anymore. But he has to. It’s his life. It’s his job. But it’s not his peace. He realized that he is not the job. He is more than just the job. He allowed himself to acknowledge that the job isn’t peace, but that the thought of something more - something draped in hope and faith and pure, unequivocal love….that is Dean’s peace. But he’s scared. He’s so goddamned scared.

There is more to the world, to life, than Gina. And by Gina I mean women, I mean booze, I mean denial trussed up in sex and decadence. And Dean knows it. And he’s terrified to feel something real, to believe in something real - to be something real. To be a person in this world, flawed and broken and forgiven and loved.

Prayer is a start. But Dean knows where his prayers have always led him. Calling out to a servant of God, calling out to love, to life, to faith in his ability to endure, to survive. To hope.

Dean’s prayers will lead him home.

Scenarios where I would be  okay with a de wedding

Someone’s on a serious mission to ruin every delena part in the episode so we don’t have to experience a second of it.

Some truth bombs get dropped by Caroline and Bonnie about delena in their bridesmaid speech

Someone punches Elena with a reality check

walks away for a bit and then remembers to turn back and  punch Damon