so painful everytime i see these

Daredevil s2 surprised me

mostly because i went into it stoked out of my mind about my bby matt and karedevil and what they might get up to together 

but. then. frank. fucking. castle.

i literally could not give one less of a fuck about matt or stick or their batshit Hand war. the ONLY thing that matters is Frank Castle. those last episodes were torture bc the writers are pushing this ridiculous arc w matt and stick and elektra (who deserved so much more btw she better get better treatment next season holy fuck) and the only thing going through my mind is Where The Actual Fuck is Frank

how did i come to care so much for this blood crazed serial killer anyways my god watching him sink deeper and deeper into The Punisher nearly ripped me apart. everytime there was a close up of his eyes you could see the pain and guilt and rage just roiling inside, the ticks of his fingers bc they only know the touch of metal now… fuck. just FUCK. he’s just so raw and Karen was right; Frank is honest. he’s raw and bleeding his truth with every snarling breath and its beautiful to watch someone so broken, as terrible as that sounds. unless he was fighting he was so often framed alone in the shots (like with Fisk in jail when Frank’s face is mince meat and his hands are clenched and whole body seems to quiver with the stark fact that he is ALONE) it just makes me want to cry bc no matter how vicious or barbaric or bloodthirsty he is, it always comes back to those eyes. those intensely forsaken and tormented eyes.

Jon Bernthal hijacked the whole goddamn season away from the title character and I couldn’t be more happy. 

Too short to ride meant a lot to me i liked that per couldn’t shapeshift im 17 4ft 9 and it pains me that I’ll never be the height of a normal person everytime I look in the mirror i see a freak but the gang ended up so secure about their height i hope someday i become as secure as them because im a premature girl and when you turn 18 you stop growing so i know im never gonna be average so seeing per struggle someone i could relate to really meant a lot.
- Anonymous

At first I had thought it was Kouka in her younger days because of the “ahoge” on the top of her hair and a bit different haircut, but it is actually Kagura-chan with just her waving hair. She’s so pretty-looking (as always) totally like Kouka and her VA will be also Kouka’s VA.

No wonder Kamui was in so much pain when seeing her everytime she appeared in front of his eyes.

Honestly, everytime I see her, my heart feels broken, because I know people who fell into the deep of pain and sorrow always try to be fun to cover their true feeling, and they force themself live without their true feeling…

I actually drew her a month ago, but I too lazy to finish it right away, I need to clean my folder anyway, I sketched too much…

After those sketchs and doodles, I felt a little boring so I came back to finish this piece…

I changed your name in my phone
Because I couldn’t bare to see your name

I deleted all the pictures of us off my phone
I knew if I’d see your face my heart would break all over again

I listened to the same song on repeat all Summer
Because it helped me to forget just a little bit

Now I drown myself to the bottom of the bottle
Until it numbs the pain

I have to keep myself busy
Just so memories of us don’t pop in my head

But even 7 months later and everytime I pass you in the hall or drive by your car in the street my stomach flips and heart skips a beat




SECTION: 201 ROW: 19 SEATS: 26 & 27


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you know what sucks is not even being able to re-watch old eps of poi cause everytime i see root i feel like shit again so im just stuck with yall on this hellsite in an infinite state of pain and suffering 

Sometimes I think it’s easy to forget that as far as Robert is aware, Aaron doesn’t love him, he doesn’t even like him anymore, in fact it’s the opposite. So when I look back on how I feel about certain scenes, I have to remember that. Robert is a literal child and he can do nothing but passive aggressively take his pain out towards Aaron not loving him by being mean or hostile with him. Aaron reaffirmed his hatred for him just weeks ago and no doubt it still hurts Robert, that everytime he sees Aaron, all he can see is a man who loved him so effortlessly whose love turned into hate because of his own actions. 

Today’s scene showed me that.

He literally took a moment after Aaron ordered him over to the seating area, to get ready to sit in front of him. The moment he did, he was in no mood to be nice to Aaron, he wasn’t gonna tell him how Diane was, he wasn’t gonna sympathize with him over Chas (although that’s also down to his own hatred of her and his feelings towards Diane). You could see how as time went on, Robert couldn’t keep it up anymore, and the whole thing broke down. He was evasive when Aaron asked him questions, he didn’t want to say anything because he was protecting Andy, and Aaron just kept going, and he was listening, and you could see him beginning to understand more - Chas didn’t do it for the sake of it, she obviously was scared. You could see Robert began to contemplate - did he tell Aaron something, or did he keep quiet?

Nope, he kept quiet. He was protecting Andy, he had nothing to give Aaron, he had no reason to.

Then, Aaron said he was desperate, and looked all sad, and it was game over. Robert caved, and reassured Aaron that whoever shot him wasn’t after his mum, and wasn’t coming back.

He had to get out of there then, he’d already said too much, but Aaron had caught it, he knew Robert knew more than he was letting on. He grabbed Robert and Robert went all wide eyed, clenched jaw, and he was caught out.

Aaron caught him, like he always did, he knew Robert knew who shot him, or had a good idea that he did. Robert knew he’d given too much away, so shut the conversation down and make a quick exit. He gave in because he always does with Aaron and said too much, although not enough right now for it go further… yet.

Then just a little bit of the Cain/Aaron/Moira scene - Aaron believed Robert, but it wasn’t more of a “he’s taking Robert’s word for it” as a “Robert gave it away because I know when he’s lying, because I can read him like a book”. Cain’s little dig was funny about him not being a great judge of character when it comes to Robert, and Aaron didn’t deny it did he? ;)

So overall, on reflection, not only did I see that Robert continues to take out his frustrations and pain passive aggressively towards Aaron (and let’s face it, half the time he can’t even do it properly), and that he crumbles if he’s around Aaron too long, but that today gave us that Robert still can’t control himself around Aaron and not even in a sexual way, just in a general way. If it was anyone else, he would not have said that much and he wouldn’t of let the conversation go that far - but it’s Aaron isn’t it? He’s always gonna get further than anyone else ever could.


Do I even need to answer that? ;)

Talking about S5. Again.

One of the things I “liked” in 4B was how much you could see on Amy Acker’s face the pain and sadness that Root was in. How lost she was without Shaw.
To the point that we could see her physically changing, she looked pale, she looked tired, you could see that she was a little dead inside.

So i’m really looking forward to Root doing the reverse journey in S5, looking more and more alive as she spend time with Shaw, see the fire in her eyes everytime she look at her.
I bet the second she sees Shaw there’s going to be a big ass smile on her face, you know, the uncontrollable kind at the sight of your wife (followed immediately by her worried puppy look when she’ll get what happened…)

We often see in movies and TV shows, grand romantic gestures and declaration of love with violins and shit but I don’t think they’re anyone who ever loved someone as much as Root love Shaw.

Pure unconditional love, as annoying as it will be to Shaw, i’m pretty sure Root is gonna be like ‘go ahead, lose your shit, destroy everything around you, all that matters is you’re alive and i’m not going anywhere’. And if we see something like that, it’s going to make me swoon way more than any sex scene.

I’m weak for people who stand by their loved ones no matter what.
That won’t give up on them or judge them and just accept what you are, what you’ve done or what happened to you.

Anyway, Person of Interest probably has one of the best character development and attention to details ever, so i’m not worried about S5.

And I need to stop thinking about Poi 24/7 and sharing my opinions everyday like someone gave a fuck lol

I was mesmerized by the way she smiles,
The lines on her face that she hates so badly but they remembered every laugh and happy moment.
Her eyes hold oceans,
and she doesn’t like them for she thinks they hold typhoons and ugly disasters
But to me they encompass the soft waves and gentle nighttime stars that tell the stories of the life she has lived.
And sure,
Some of those stories bring hurricanes and destruction but she always knew how to bring it back to a gentle oasis of soft waters and lullabies.
She taught me with a gentle voice never to waste my time plucking
flower petals for boys
and instilled in me that playing with flames could be dangerous
but to never hold back the erupting wildfires in my heart.
And anytime I ever felt that I was going to snap in half from the pain of life,
She reminded me that
I would only ever bend and with steady arms she cradled me until I was able to stand on my own again.
And so it kills me everytime
I see her get hurt and a constellation disappears from her eyes
and I can only hope that I am enough to repay the favor and hold her hands for all the times she held mine
and remind her that there is beauty in our broken little world that we have pieced back together in the only way our little family knows how.
And I’ll wish for the smiles in my eyes to give her hope,
The way hers have for me time and time again.
And with steady arms we will hold each other up,
For we are all we have,
And that has to be enough .
—  Jaelyn.Aragon “My Mother’s Christmas Poem”

I’m doing buildings in perspective at work and it’s really a pain in the ass for me (but I’m learning :p)…so during my breaks I draw random anime fan arts xD

And since my line drawings suck I decided to paint it very roughly to see….and I really liked it so I may do this more often in the future :p

So, here we have Caesar Zepelli (damn you beautiful bastard, I never cried so manly tears, and know I’m traumatized, I will cry everytime I see a pizza aaaaaaah), with our cutie Edward Elric <3

There is also Jôtarô and Satsuki(who seems very pissed) to add some dark badassery to this page, and Saber…because she’s the king…don’t even ask :O

I’m not very good with edits so I thought, instead, to try with words.

 It’s not that easy though because Arjen means for me so much that I don’t even know where to start. 

I know it may sound conventional to say that he’s my favourite footballer and I admire him so much (who doesn’t?) but this is the truth.

I can’t look at him and think “oh well he’s good” because he’s much more than that.

I don’t even know what I feel when I see him playing, it’s a mix of emotions that make me excited, proud, happy.

He amazes me with his skills and his speed.

He makes me speechless for his crosses and assists.

I stop breathing everytime he scores his flawless goals.

And I shiver whenever I see him lying on the ground in pain.

 Of course, I don’t just admire him as a footballer, I love him as a human too.

 His smile looks so genuine, so spontaneous and I can’t help but doing the same.

He’s so passionate about what he does that he transmits me his devotion, his determination, his involvement. 

I watch him playing and it’s like I’m there, on the pitch with him.

I can’t take my eyes off of him, he’s so nimble.

 It breaks my heart to see him crying, I just can’t handle it.

I feel guilty when he’s suffering, proud when he ends up as winner.

 He has become a part of me somehow and I don’t think I could ever get over him. I don’t think I will ever want to.

 I wanted to wish him not only a happy birthday but another year full of joy, health and success.

 Happy birthday H E R O.

Sunrise from our backyard. You can see Peppers little grave with the white rock in the bottom corner.

I was in Savasana at the end of class yesterday and suddenly I felt his presence. I’ve had this with Andrea too but everytime it’s followed by a massive wave of overwhelming pain and a longing for life to be different. It’s not fair that she died 24 years old and it makes me angry at the universe. So when I feel her presence in moments of silence I haven’t been able to stay with it because my perception of what should or should not have been begin to cloud my experience and all all I feel is pain - and she disappears. In the beginning this was a pain that I honestly thought I wouldn’t be able to survive. There were moments when I truly doubted everything and thought I was physically going to die from the grief. But I didn’t. I was surrounded by beautiful friends and family and a fiancé that never in a million years would let me give up. So I’m still here. Different. But here.

Then my grandmother passed. The reason that I am. I loved her so much but this pain was an entirely different one. I never for one second thought that it wasn’t her time. She had a long, beautiful life and died surrounded by people who love her. I got to say goodbye. Her passing was quiet, but it moved mountains in my family. Two deaths. Polar opposites.

Then Pepper died. In the worst way. Not in peace and not silently but in pain and with us clinging to him not wanting to let him go. All I could think was what if. Now he is buried on our garden and I put new flowers on his grave every day. Three deaths and I’m still here.

Yesterday he came to see me in Savasana. It was so quiet and suddenly I felt his presence and he was really there, covering me like a warm blanket on a cool night. I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel the pain or the what if’s and I didn’t immediately get the image of his agonizing death in my head. Instead I smiled. I saw him running on the beach, always the only one of the four to come back to my side while on a walk, nudging my hand with his head saying, “Don’t worry. I’m still here”.

So don’t worry. They’re still here. We just have to be still enough to feel them.

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anonymous asked:

I relate to your insecurity post so much... Everytime I see friend's ig photo or something right after they post I get so insecure about liking it or else they might hate me or think I'm a stalker (I almost replied to your post but feel like you might hate me if I do, the paranoia is such a pain in the ass)

i feel u… i feel u…. theres so many times i wanna reply to posts and dont bcs im scared ill piss someone off! paranoia is the worst…. 

I used to stay up late every night, just to sit with my dog because I don’t want him to be alone. Now I’m sitting here alone, wishing he was still here next to me. Everytime I hear a noise, I think it’s him. But it can’t be because he’s gone now. I used to wave, blow him three kisses and wave again before going to bed so he knows what it means and goes to his place to sleep. When I pass by our house by train, I look outside every single time to just see that glimpse of him. He was (and still is) my best friend and I already miss him so much. I’m shattered into a million different pieces. I can’t remember ever feeling a pain like this before.

Rest in peace, my baby. <3

23/03/2003 - 12/09/2016