that feeling when you finish a story and just stare blankly at nothing because it was so beautiful and you feel your heart break because it’s over and you want to cry because no matter how much you want to you’ll never be able to read it for the first time ever again and it hurts but in a good way and you never want to not feel like this ever again and suddenly you realise that not only have you fallen in love with that story but you’ve fallen in love with words and stories and reading all over again after feeling for years that you’ll never get such fulfilment from reading ever again and everything is just too much but not enough so you just sit there with all of this making your chest tight and your heart feeling like it’s about to explode and your hands are itching to get the words and ideas swirling in your head out into paper or the screen but you can’t move because you don’t want this feeling to end and just
I wish I could spend forever living in that moment
So imagine Gansey waiting hidden in Ronan’s room just to make a classic, scary prank and suddenly Ronan’s entering the room with Adam and they start to make out and frick frack while Gansey is still hidden, forced to hear both of his best friends having sex and he is just sitting there, confused and terrified.
When the Ahmed thing happened, did anybody take so much as a moment to just sit tight and wait for the whole story to come out before deciding that they had an opinion on it? No. They immediately jumped on the bandwagon started posting #IStandWithAhmed and writing articles and think pieces and blog posts and tweets about Islamaphobia in America and unfair stereotypes and blah blah blah. The freaking president of the United States, leader of the free world, took it upon himself to invite a kid who threw the guts of an alarm clock in a pencil box to the WHITE HOUSE because of his supposed persecution, before anybody had time to further look into the whole situation. Celebrities weighed in, everyone had an opinion about something they knew PRACTICALLY NOTHING about. This is where we have come as a society. This is what Twitter has turned us into, a bunch of reactionary idiots who have completely lost the ability to apply critical thinking and fair analysis to a situation. There’s no time for all that when you have to form an opinion and use a catchy hashtag while it’s still trending.
Ok but how the hell is Charlie so many places at once? Like I’m imagining some kids going “Charlie Charlie are you here” and the pencil starts writing “yo ill be there in like a sec some kid from Idaho called first so just sit tight” like damn Charlie must be exhausted
You haven’t the slightest clue how to speak to a woman, have you? Now, my friend there and I are having a very important discussion, so you just sit tight, enjoy your muffin; and if I hear you say anything other than please or thank you to Carly, I’m going to drag you into the men’s room and wash your mouth out with soap. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll cut your filthy tongue out with that butter knife. Is that clear enough for you?
Raymond Reddington to the abusive husband, S3E2.
I’m still a tad bit confused, but apparently to get to the clue in Salve Regina University, you need to trespass. And that’s not good. So, that clue has been nullified. Alex is encouraging fans to keep out of there.
But apparently there are more clues on the way! So we’ll just have to sit tight and see where this crazy trip takes us.
Xavier looked the woman up and down, none too pleased by her presence. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, muttering, “does no one care that we’re fighting a war here?”
She was caught in the middle of a battle. Naturally one of his Captains had picked her up and brought her to the safety of the main tent, which really wasn’t all that safe either, or at least not in a surprise attack.
“Alright, given and family name, please. We’ll return you to your home as quickly as possible so just sit tight.”