Derek Cianfrance was adamant not to let production designers dig the hole for Ryan in the scene where Dean is burying his dog. Ryan dug it himself and an hour and a half later, “When he was done digging the hole, he broke down. And that was an unscripted scene, him crying at the table. He was actually so emotional and what he told me afterwards was that, that process tricked his body because his body was so exhausted and his body didn’t know that that wasn’t his dog. His body just buried his dog, and his body reacted in that way.“
Ok I know you're deadly but you're actually very kind. And I hope people honestly appreciate you and hug you and love you proper. And I hope Steve tells you how lucky he is to have his best friend back
thank you. i do try. and ive spent the last two years working on becoming a more well-adjusted person. also killing hydra assholes, but mostly working through my issues.
steve is really glad to have me back, sometimes. and then he remembers how much of a little shit i am, and gets this ‘why did i miss this jerk’ look on his face. which is okay. steve is a little shit too. its why we’re friends.
i dont get lots of hugs because i dont want lots of hugs. human contact is still kind of jarring. im easing in to it. but i do get lots of cuddles-i go to the humane society and bury myself in dogs about once a week. its a pretty good method.
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
Of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
The tingle in your fingers when you hold a hot mug, feeling warm sunlight on your eyelids when you close your eyes, the vanilla-like smell of old books, soft musky cologne, cuddling with a dog and burying your face in their fur, bruises that you don't remember getting, the bite of cold wind on your cheeks, snuggling up in a blanket on a cold day, looking after your friends, wearing woolly jumpers that are too big for you, falling asleep studying, being quiet so you can observe rather than ignore, surprising people when you speak up, being fiercely loyal to your friends
Leather jackets on hot days, that one pair of boots that are practically moulded to your feet, bleeding and bruised knuckles, running until your lungs burn, resting bitch face, flirting your way out of anything, quotes about rebelling against authority, graffiti, having a short temper, the chill in your blood when a wolf howls, saying "fight me" a lot for someone who couldn't hurt a fly, Arctic Monkeys songs, using sarcasm as a defence mechanism, the burn in your throat from drinking whisky too fast, trying to find a place where you belong, nails bitten to stubs
Grass under your bare feet, scuffed knees, freckles, cheeky grins, being loyal to your friends, trying to remember certain events to tell your children, messy hair that will never stay still, losing your glasses, not thinking before acting, falling in love so hard it hurts, the smell of lilies on a summer's day, the sting of the wind on your face, the smell of treacle tart and broomstick polish, chapped lips, a crooked nose from it being broken, having friends that are more like your brothers and sisters
The first thing buried in a graveyard, so the story goes, has the duty to stand watch over it for eternity and keep the bad things out. It became tradition to bury a black dog before any man or woman was laid to rest, to make sure that no human would be locked out of heaven (or, for that matter, hell) forever.
They never asked the dogs what they felt about that sort of thing, but then, they were good dogs, and were doing their duty. And would do so for eternity. The black dogs who stood watch were dubbed Grims, though as time passed, no one ever thought they’d be needed. Still, the tradition went on.
When the dead began to rise to attack the living, the Grims were standing watch. Not one walking corpse made it out of a graveyard with a Grim standing guard over it, for dogs know the secrets of burying bones so that they stay buried.
Without the reinforcements of all the dead ever buried, the others who rose that day did not overwhelm the living. And when those living went to find out why, they found the Grims, still standing watch. The survivors told them that they were good dogs, who had done their duty. And the Grims were satisfied, and taught the living the trick of making sure bones stayed buried, so no dead would walk again.
I do not have a résumé that is worth being read by any potential employer. The neighbor girls ask to know where my dead dog is buried in the backyard. They want to dig her up and see her again. My brother’s girlfriend makes a Facebook post about how sweet he was to clean her house for her. I stare at the pubic hair littering the toilet that we share and think about telling her how he fucked our 50 year old neighbor in the back of a car three weeks ago. I refrain. Probably best to keep that one in my pocket for another day. I think about abuse. I think about abuse that doesn’t leave any marks. I think about raising a child that isn’t mine. I think about the day I left college and sometimes I still cry. It’s been 3 years. I wonder what my thesis project would have been. I am a mother but I’ve never given birth. I do not relate to any of my friends. I hope that they leave me alone. I am tired of trying. I built a kickass Lego house for my nephew today but I do not have a résumé that is worth being read by any potential employer.
- Helen wakes up alone for the first time in probably ever
- the barn is a magically gay place
- motorbike boyfriends!!
- kami why whyyyyy would you leave them alone even for 10 minutes
- Kane looks more like he’s going hunting which shows how everyone is dehumanized in his eyes
- fuck fuck Kane fuck you!
- Gabe is shirtless???
- fuck I’m crying
- Gabe is burying a dead dog and Lukas just got shot and j can’t FUCKING think
- by the looks of it neither can Philip
- HE SHOT LUKAS WHILE HE WAS RIDING
HE SHOT MY CHILD. MY SON. PHILIP LOOKED SO SCARED AND JM FUCKIN. CRYING. PHILIP MUST HAVE BEEN SCARED AT HAVING TO GO IN THE WATER BUT THAT OMG I CANT THINK
*playing with his dogs, cuddling them and more or less ignoring Hannibal*
*looks in the dark nighty sky* I wish he would love me like one of his dogs.
You should become a dog *jokes as a falling star appears on the sky* *continues cuddling those fluffy little dogs*
~Next morning, after both of them went to bed together~
*wakes up and looks next to him* *can't see Hannibal, but a cute blonde dog with a prominent face and dark brown eyes he's never seen before* *starts to panic* Oh my god, Hannibal! What have I done?! *cuddles the dog and buries his face in the fluffy fur*
*appears in the room* *just smirks at his cute little Will* //I think he learned his lesson//
Later, Will ignoring Hannibal but taking the dog everywhere he goes
*dramatically telling people* My (murder) husband transformed into a dog
*right next to him* Will, stop telling people I'm a dog!