the close ups we never had

                                                I had a dream
                                          We were back to sixteen
                                       Smoking weed and nicotine
                                                Always carefree
                                          With just a few pennies
                                      dreamed big, our minds free
                                     wished the world and its cities
                                                In our pockets
                                It’s all over ‘cause we’ve had enough
                                       The love that once we had
                                             was never enough
                              And I don’t wanna know what’s been up
                                      all I know is that we’re alone
                                               and hurt in love
              Who’s gonna hold your hand when life won’t treat you sweet?
               Who’s gonna pull you close at nights when you can’t sleep?
                Who’s gonna kiss your eyes when daylight’s gonna hurt?
                           Who’s gonna show you what love’s worth?
                                            ‘cause it won’t be me
                                                 it won’t be me
                                                   won’t be me
                                                I had a dream
                                      We sipped coffee in between
                                     late night talks and ice creams
                                               Never worrying
                                          But then we had a fight
                                   Couldn’t stand each other’s sight
                                       Stopped seeing eye to eye
                                           Now we’re on our own
                                 It’s all over ‘cause we’ve had enough
                                        The love that once we had
                                             was never enough
                              And I don’t wanna know what’s been up
                                      all I know is that we’re alone
                                               and hurt in love
               Who’s gonna hold your hand when life won’t treat you sweet?
                Who’s gonna pull you close at nights when you can’t sleep?
                 Who’s gonna kiss your eyes when daylight gonna hurt?
                            Who’s gonna show you what love’s worth?
                                           ‘cause it won’t be me
                                                it won’t be me
                                                  won’t be me

                                   Won’t Be Me, Shikha Singh


“I haven’t had as much opportunity to play with Gaius on this website as I would have liked. Please like for a starter, and I can toss him at you.”

“You can try and toss me all you like, but that would also require you getting close enough to be able to pick me up. And I take defense in battle very seriously.” 

“Nonono! I would never, your majesty! It was just a figure of speech! I just meant we could give your blog a little more attention and start some roleplays with you!”

“Ah. I seem to have misinterpreted that statement. Very well. I will participate in this supposed ‘starter call’ of yours.”

I’m sick of it!

The following is to everyone from the Eddsworld “paultryk fandom”.

Thanks for ruining this show for me…
If i knew how things would turn out i’d never donate - hell i’d rather spend this money on a whore or two.

I’m speaking for myself and Paul

It’s time to stop and end it.

For a while i have found this pretty funny and safe to be left alone - and soon after it started poping up in random places outside this closed tumblr space it became unbearable. We had to involve Tom in that where he called out people that were harrasing us, called them to stop and sadly… sarcastically stated that the ship was canon (unfortunately that did not help the case). I was waiting for it all to just slowly die out considering the show was over. After leaving it be for a plenty amount of time i received an unexpected email from famousbirthdays asking to clarify the info they got. That’s when i noticed that it’s still going and now when i’m writing this it’s probably too late to change anything…

Seeing how fed up with it I am, I will not try to be nice or politically correct, just so you know.

First of all… thanks!… (in case some of you did not catch it… it’s sarcasm!

For using my real name in those fanfics, arts and trivias! Thanks to some of you dumb assholes if you search me up you’ll end up finding eddsworld gay fanart! (Imagine explaining that to people, friends or even possible boss if he looks me up) 
Also who was the fucking genius that created my “famous birthdays” profile - where most of the info is eddsworld related? 

Some people may say - “But i don’t mix reality with fiction”… Well good for you since your fiction isn’t labeled with your own fucking name! 

Whoever is guilty of doing the above… Fuck you! 

Here’s a little thing you can notice when you search MY REAL NAME!

Here’s the same with google images

  • If you’ll decide to not respect this whole post and want to continue this shithole, at least stop using my and Paul’s names and last names ever again!
    Just shorten it to just “Pat and Pau” or whatever! And stop associating us with those characters!

Second of all…thanks again!… (that’s a sarcasm too… kinda the same one Tom used in his infamous tweet
Because of that I also had to cease all online public conversations with Paul just for our image safety. No matter what, people always needed to butt in those conversations adding nothing else than Eddsworld or comments suggesting we should make out. We talked about swimming - guess what kind of art showed up soon after!
I can’t interact with my friend (who has a wife) because some idiots will immediately gay us out even more - Even the spelled out reason sounds dumb!

Third of all…  Do some of you HONESTLY think that sending me the shipping fanart to my twitter etc. was a good idea!? (For a while i cared less if it was just the pilot character drawn more as a cartoon tribute rather than the fandom) Did you honestly think “Hey i’m sure he’ll love it!” ? I had few situations where i was guest at my friends streams and noticed sudden rise of “eddsworld” related messages on chat and of course  “Where’s Patryk / Paul?”  Same shit happened few times on my own streams.

(Note… I already started to block people sending me Paultryk stuff or having avatars from it without hesitation. To be honest i’m at the point now that if i see someone messaging me with Eddsworld avatar/mentioning Eddsworld etc, i want to block them too for good measures)

Am i unfair? Maybe… I mean i have to get mad at fans of the show that helped gather money for children cancer research! FUCK!
But i just want to end this chapter!
We tried to wait it out… nothing happened… 
We tried to calm you down via Tom… you people went batshit crazy…
We tried to wait it out again… yeah go figure

Neither me nor Paul have any more involvement in Eddsworld! 
Hell i never had any involvement other than donating money and receiving my rewards!

  • If Tord had at least part of the shit i’m seeing now (and i assume he was even more stalked) I can honestly say i fully understand why he left Eddsworld and disappeared.

So if you still follow me because of me being in eddsworld, please unfollow and forget about me! I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore! 

(Let me repeat myself! You have no idea how hard it is to say that stuff, knowing how much good things this series has done! I wanted to help close off a series that inspired me and help charity at the same time! I NEVER ASKED FOR MY NAME TO BE TARNISHED BY HOMOSEXUAL SHIP FANDOM!)

So here are my last words to people that took paultryk too far:
I seriously don’t give a damn anymore if that fandom cured your shyness, helped you find your lost parents or allowed you to improve your art or anything. 

In short and kinda more in my style, quoting my Narutoe video…


Theatre Kid AUs

-that stage kiss WAS NOT SCRIPTED WTF
- I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU
-for closing night bets you slipped me tongue during our stage kiss what the fuck do I do
-we’re not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships our characters and they keep making us take pictures together in costume (I kind of love it)
-we’re in the chorus together and you never know what the notes are so you have to stand impossibly close to me to listen and it just makes me mess up and I SWEAR TO GOD ARE YOU DOING THAT ON PURPOSE
-everyone in the show has to wear makeup I swear I will wrestle you into this chair if I have to
-oh my god you’re doing my makeup and you’re so close and I can’t breathe
-I may have learned your romantic lead’s part and then attempted to take them out the night of the show
-we made out in the light booth
-this is the first time I’ve seen you in costume and holy fuck how do you look so good in that

Day Eighty-Five

-A baby shrieks. A man stumbles. My eyes fight a valiant fight to stay open. It is nine o'clock in the morning. Welcome to Target.

-A woman approached my lane with a full cart. I turned away to investigate a noise. I turned back. She and her cart had both vanished, nowhere to be found. My disapparation skills will never be on par with hers.

-The store experienced a brief blackout. Panic ensued. All but two registers went down, but we did not give up and close down. Not even the dark can stop us from providing reasonably-priced items in a relatively clean environment

-I told a woman that her change was $6.66, immediately prompting a short, shocked gasp. I cannot tell whether it was from terror or from excitement. I will believe the latter.

-As I was bent over bagging an item, a woman reached over and pressed a forgotten coupon up against my glasses, precisely the way proper etiquette would dictate.

-Before paying, an elderly woman asked, “Are you Chip?” Unfortunately, I am Tom, and I do not believe we have any cashiers here by that name. She paid regardless.


Happy 20th anniversary Romeo + Juliet (1996) 

“Next Tuesday, November 1st is the twentieth anniversary of me second film Romeo + Juliet. It was an extraordinary creative journey, the likes of which I’m sure the cast, crew and close collaborators will never quite experience again. Many doubted the preposterous ambition of setting Shakespeare’s beloved tragic romance in a heighted creative world, with a then relatively unknown Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes, but we did make it, overcoming incredible odds shooting entirely in Mexico. Over the next 7 days, the team and I are going to go through our unpublished archives and as a celebration of time passing, release previously unseen items leading up to R+J’s 20th birthday. Think of it as a big shoutout to Shakespeare himself, whose 400th anniversary is this year.

P.S: If you had anything to do with the making of the film, or are simply, just a fan and want to share, don’t hold back. Though I’m still getting down with ‘The Get Down’, the team and I so much enjoy looking at everything.”

                                                                                                                    - Baz Luhrmann

Mother-in-law shared her honest opinion of me. I hope she enjoys her relationship with her son and grandchildren.

I met my husband when we were 17. We got married several years later and just celebrated our 20th anniversary.  I know this man, I have seen how much he remembers things.

My relationship with his father was always tense. With his mother, it seemed we were close but about 7 years ago I realized she had never and would never consider me part of the family (this was at the point my husband and I had spent half our lives together, with a great future foreseen). I acknowledged the issue and tried to move ahead in a positive way to support my husband and allow my children to have access to their grandparents.  

Last Christmas there was a HUGE blow-up at the in-laws’ house. His father started in on me, then his sister and finally his mom. When my hubby walked out of the room to pack our things and go home early (a 2 hour drive), his mother took a moment to say some of the most horrible things about me I have ever heard. Things about my personality, my parenting skills, my friendships, even my mother and sisters.

I admit, I responded with one very unladylike sentence.

Since that day, I have not contacted her nor communicated with her. The revenge though has been sweet: the boy she raised, who married me and has become an amazing man, is now in charge of the relationship with his parents. This means he (not I) sets up visits, buys and sends birthday cards, calls them every week or two.

Or not.

Because you see, this wonderful man is extremely forgetful and doesn’t plan ahead well. ADHD can be difficult that way. Every few weeks for 9 months I have heard him say things like, “Oh shoot, last week was their anniversary,  wasn’t it? I forgot to send them a card.” Or, “Man, I haven’t called my mom in a couple of months. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. ”

I am not keeping him from anything. I would not have a problem with him taking our children for a visit - they have seen their paternal grandparents twice in 9 months (my parents live in the same town we do, so my kids have a good, strong relationship with their maternal grandparents). But I know him, I know me, and I know how our relationship has worked since we were 17.

I have received a few emails asking if we are coming for a visit. This week we again received a card in the mail “reaching out. ” They have called him a few times to try to set something up, but (as I could have told them) in our relationship, I am the one who finalizes most plans and whoops! Hands off for me!

TL;DR Hope my in-laws are enjoying their empty mailbox, unused guest room, and the phone that isn’t ringing. Their son is over 40, they need to deal with him directly. Oh, too bad, ADHD.

EDIT: Gold!? AND no more relationship with my in-laws? It’s like I’ve won twice! Thank you!

The Bitter-Sweet Love of Jyn and Cassian

I think that Jyn and Cassian’s relationship is very bitter-sweet. 

I’m not gonna lie that I shipped them really hard in the film and I left crying my eyes out, but at the same time I felt like they got a very satisfying and bitter-sweet ending that made sense. 

Cassian is a spy. He has killed who knows how many for the sake of the rebellion and he had already lost everyone who was close to him before the events of Rogue One. He sacrificed his informant at the beginning of the film like he was putting down a dog. Out of all the characters in the film, he was the one I wanted to learn more about. 

Then we have Jyn. She was orphaned at a very young age and was raised to be a warrior. She never had the chance to grow up and be a regular child because she was too busy learning how to shoot blasters and cut throats without a second thought. She had a bitterness to her because she felt abandoned by everyone. 

These two characters are broken and damaged. They’ve seen horrors that would cause severe PTSD under normal circumstances and they’re basically soldiers fighting in a WWII scenario. 

Love has no place on the battlefield. Sure it can blossom and show potential, but when it comes to war there are no guarantees of a future together. And this is not a romance that is love at first sight. This is a love story based on mutual respect and trust that was earned and not given. This is a love story that was put to the test at every twist and turn their mission took. 

Cassian considered Jyn a threat when they started the mission together due to the fact that he was assigned to kill her father. As he puts it, there’s a feral anger to her that made him keep on his toes and he didn’t want to think about what would happen if she found out about his orders. 

But at the same time he protected her every single time she was in danger. He defied his orders to kill her father because he had her eyes. He only cared about her safety and her health throughout the entire novel and moments in the film that makes me want to cry because it shows how deeply he falls for her. 

When Jyn smiles at him in the novel, he comments that he would never get to know the woman behind the smile on a deeper level and that kills me. 

He wanted to build a relationship with her. But he never got the chance. All he could do for her at the end was be by her side and hold her in his arms. That’s the one intimate act they would ever get to do with each other and that just wrecks me emotionally. 

The reason why I say the ending was satisfying is because these two characters are soldiers and damaged people. They suffered through so much heartache and pain that they finally find peace after they complete their mission and deliver the Death Star plans. They finally find peace because they’re no longer alone and they have each other. They die holding each other close and smiling because they’re finally free from their burden. And they’re holding each other because through the good and the bad: they were together till the very end. 

* a long ass rant about vegebul that will probably contain spoilers*

but dude

remember how distant vegeta was to bulma during Z, even after she had baby trunks. he wasnt around for them, he did not care for them. (remember when dr.gero blew up the plane bulma, and baby trunks [and yajirobe] were in? vegeta did nothing, future trunks had to go save them)

but then, there was just something in him that changed. during the buu saga, he even said that he has “grown fond” of bulma and trunks (that part made me laugh the first time im sorry)

he wasnt close to bulma, he never held trunks as a baby. but there they are, his family. and bulma and trunks have always loved and cared for vegeta. even when he wanted nothing to do with them.

now, here we are in super. we have gotten MANY vegeta and bulma moments. ahem “MY BULMA!”

and that time bulma just got out the shower and she started screaming and vegeta came up to her rescue.

hell, she even kisses him!

there are just so many moments that have prepared us for what is coming up next.

vegeta is closer to bulma now more than ever. he is a present father to trunks. i can only imagine how he’ll feel about his precious bulma waking up to feeling sick and then later having to go into labour.

he’s going to be a worried husband, because now hes in that moment with her. he’s here now, he’s here for her. and he cares about her and their family. he’s not off training, ignoring that he has a family. vegeta has changed so drastically. i cant wait to see him being a father to his new baby girl. ahh i cant wait. im so happy for him and im so excited to see him experience this.

Okay so I was tagged by @znanyjany @anyone–can–betray–anyone @eveisontherun a long long time ago (halloween!) to do this (even though i never had any love life) so the book that was close to me was Glass Sword by Victoria Aveyard and page 206 is the opening page of chapter 15 and here are the first sentences (I know i’m cheating but when you’ll see the quote though) : “Gulls perch on the stars adorning every roof, watching as we pass through the cool, midday shadows. I feel exposed beneath their gaze, a fish about to be snapped up for dinner.” So! Is it just me or it’s not quite a positive, happy, everything-is-okay one ? Just asking.

I tag : @margueriteciseaux @queenmareena @chaoslaborantin @terlovesbooks @dewydrael @catsbookstea @ionica01 @mailanoa Hope you’ll get better prediction that me ^^

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Batman and Cassandra Cain have such a... different relationship compared to the other kids?

because she was the only character capable of communicating with him amongst a sea of batman writing that had bruce be emotionally closed off as a golden rule. and i’m using past tense not because batman is suddenly the most open person the dcu has had, but because in the last five years he’s had enough character development that having a more than three-word conversation with the people he loves is more and more frequent

bruce’s thing ever since his parents died was that the pain he felt was so unique to him, so much and so different than what he knew up until then, that there were no words for him to express his grief. it’s why we never see him have heart-to-heart’s with alfred years following the waynes’ funeral, take for comfort words from alfred’s part. it’s not necessarily because that’s how he was always built. it wasn’t his default character. we know young bruce had friends and a running mouth like no other, so it’s highly likely he tried to verbalize the shattering pain of losing his parents when it happened but couldn’t. so he chose not to try again. throughout the comics, even in the eras where batman is at his darkest, there are plenty of scenes that expressing his feelings is seen through acts lacking speech bubbles. it’s only logical that when the girl that doesn’t speak but can read body language comes along, she gets under his skin quicker than any other member of the family

cass has had a far more difficult origin than bruce. she was emotionally and physically abused for many years, treated as an experiment by the person who was supposed to love and protect her unconditionally. and even though plenty of characters in the dcu have had a lot more going on with them than just losing their parents, bruce actually acknowledges her higher-tier pain. even in the likelihood he was planning on keeping her at arm’s length (which he attempted at first), it’d be a losing battle before it started. he could stand still with his best neutral face and cass would still be able to sense any agitation because to her no words equaled communication

and maybe he was comfortable with that? maybe part of him wished he had this kind of exchange as a kid when he needed it the most, somebody who just by walking in the room knew he was in pain, and the kind of pain at that too? their relationship was healing for both parties because one was finally understood for the first time in his life and the other was thrust into a family that’d die for her in an instant. every member was there for her, from barbara teaching her how to read and speak, to stephanie being her friend and giving her some sense of normality her life lacked, to tim being square with her and trusting her to take the lead when necessary, to dick being the designated big brother and finally finding someone not likely to get tired by his constant rambling. to bruce, who was the safe father figure she never had, which not only did he sense, he also actively chased at first by sidelineing her so she wouldn’t get hurt in the line of duty

i’ve seen so many people trying to interpret why bruce has so willingly and openly time and time again said cassandra is better than him, but it’s not really that complicating when you think about how if he didn’t say it, she’d still know anyway. that “anyway” was everything to him and the game changer in this

  • Purple Rain
  • Prince
  • Purple Rain

Full length version, lovelies~~♥
Wowza 8:40

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted one time to see you laughing
I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted to be your weekend lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal you from another
It’s such a shame our friendship had to end

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you underneath the purple rain

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It’s time we all reach out for something new
That means you too
You say you want a leader
But you can’t seem to make up your mind
I think you better close it
And let me guide you to the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

If you know what I’m singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand

Purple rain Purple rain

I only want to see you, only want to see you
In the purple rain

The Keating Five and The Trophy

  • Connor was the first one out of the K5 to win The Trophy.
  • Taken away from him by AK after he expressed doubts in her ability to win a case.
  • Wes was awarded The Trophy after sticking up for Rebecca.
  • Gave it up (quite dramatically too) as some sort of F.U. to Annalise~
  • Asher bargained for The Trophy in exchange for his aid in a case involving his father.
  • It was (hilariously) stolen from his home by Michaela.
  • Michaela had The Trophy and came very close to exchanging it to excuse her from an exam
  • Got sidetracked by a bit of Murder~ The Trophy became ornamental for a bit, then hidden away in the basement
  • Laurel never won The Trophy
  • Laurel is the only one who’s ever gotten exam immunity in the form of an automatic A without winning The Trophy
I still remember the first time you kissed me… you held me in your arms afterwards and I was so happy.
It really was that simple - You and me in love, holding each other close and looking into each other’s eyes. Why can’t things be that simple again? Why can’t we go back to that? Why do things have to be so complicated and messed up between us?
I’ll never understand how something that felt so right could turn so wrong… How we could be so inseparable one moment and so completely separate the next. We don’t speak to one another… and what’s even worse is that we don’t even talk about each other either. It’s like we never happened… like it was all so terrible that it had to be completely forgotten and its existence denied.
But it wasn’t terrible was it… we were happy together and I know you remember that. And I wonder sometimes what it was all for in the end? Because I’m certainly no happier now than I was when we were together… and for all your reasons to leave I’m not convinced that you are either…
—  Ranata Suzuki | What was it all for?

Although Jacqueline Kennedy was one of the most photographed celebrities of the last half-century, she was also one of the most private. Now a new biopic called Jackie takes audiences into the White House in the days following her husband’s assassination in Dallas. Natalie Portman plays Jacqueline Kennedy. Critic David Edelstein says:   

“The performance is gutsy and smart. Portman takes her cues from the line in the script, “I lost track somewhere, what was real, what was performance.” She shows how Jackie struggled after this monstrous killing—which is finally dramatized, up close—to wake up from the dream that her life had become. Portman nails the quality that many of Jackie’s intimates speak of: a mixture of shyness and slyness.

The movie is hard to warm up to, but its brittle sadness is evocative and finally, moving. We never really knew Jacqueline Kennedy. But now we see more clearly how, bereft and bloodied, she kept her—and America’s—grace.”


Pairing: ReaderXReid

Prompt: You are asleep on the plane and when you wake up you keep your eyes closed and hear Spencer talking to Prentiss about you and how you make him feel.

A/N: sorry this is super short!! because it’s so short i posted two imagines in one night!

“Can we please not talk about this when she’s right there?” you heard Spencer speak, his voice at first just an echo in your dream state. 

It had been a long couple of days for the BAU team with a case that seemingly would never be solved. It had taken several sleepless nights and several gallons of coffee to get everyone through it, however now the case was on its way to the courts with a psychopathic murderer and a truck full of evidence to prove his guilt. 

It seemed as if the moment the wheels of the private jet left the tarmac you had been out like a light, the caffeine that had been pulsing through your veins finally giving in and allowing you to sleep. However, that was almost three hours ago and now you were slowly waking back up, your internal clock telling you that although you had only gotten three hours of sleep the sun would be rising soon. 

“Come on Spence, (Y/N) is fast asleep, you saw how tired she was.” you heard Prentiss’s voice speak now, your mind snapping the conversation into focus the moment you heard your name. 

You were now wide awake, however your eyes remained shut.

“I see the way you look at her.” Prentiss coaxed in a low and sweet voice. You could practically see the smile on her face as she spoke.

“She’s just… different from any other girl I’ve ever talked to.” you heard Spencer say in a quiet voice, the fear of you somehow hearing still prominent in his mind. “It’s as if she was handmade for me, everything about her is so perfect to me, I can’t imagine myself without her.”

You had to forcibly stop yourself from not letting a smile slip onto your face as you listened to his words.

“And everyday I discover something brand new about her and every day I just care about her more and more.” he paused. “I need her more and more” you could hear the faint smile in his voice. “We can talk for hours and hours about anything and she won’t even begin to get bored. Most people just sit there and space out while I talk and then get up and leave but with her, she listens and talks to me.” he paused once again. “I think I love her.”

Originally posted by spencerreideuphoria

things you said after we kissed

also posted on: ao3
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Felicity could feel his warm breath stutter against her lips, the tip of his nose bumping her own. Her eyes were closed; she was afraid to open them and realize that this wasn’t happening. That all this time, all this build-up, had resulted in an over-grown imagination and little more. But, at the same time, she knew that they had come and gone from here, this place that always found them, too many times to count. And it never went where she wanted. Too many false starts, empty dreams, and unresolved hopes. 

Oliver’s thumb smooth up the arch of her cheek and tapped, lightly, next to her eye. “Felicity?” 


She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Are you going to look at me?” 

She scrunched up her nose. “No.” 

He hummed. “Can I ask why?” 

She raised a hand, patted it up his chest and along his shoulder, and then followed his arm up, until her fingers reached his wrist and coiled around it. “Maybe if I don’t open them, nothing changes.”

“I’m kind of hoping something does change.” 

She shook her head, ever so slightly, not enough to dislodge his hand or draw herself too far from his mouth, but enough to get her meaning across. “If I open my eyes, and we do this, it stops. All of it. We’re good at this. At the beginning. It’s the other stuff, the middle and the end, that we trip over. So no, I just want to stay right here.” 

“I thought we were pretty good at the middle. Not perfect. A lot to improve on, definitely. But, we made it work… because we wanted it to work.” He sighed. “The end though, you’re right. We’re not good at endings.” His fingers stroked her hair back then, behind her ear, and then slid down her neck to rest on her shoulder. “So I propose, we don’t have one.” 

She lifted an eyebrow. “No ending?” 


“Sounds optimistic.” 

He laughed then, quick and rough. “Can’t say I’m usually accused of that, but, some things deserve optimism… and hope.” 

She cracked one eye open then, and looked up at him. “Yeah?” 

He grinned at her. “Yeah.” 

She took a deep breath, and reached up with her other hand, sliding her palm over his heart. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” He stared at her a beat.

“Oh. Right.” She opened her other eye, and then blinked a few times. “There.” 

He smiled. “Much better.”

And then he kissed her again, and she jumped in, feet first, eyes wide open.

To the cast, writers, and crew of GMW

 Hi, I’m Jessica. I have spent most of my  life with Social Anxiety Disorder, and It is always a struggle. When I heard Boy Meets World was getting a spin off I was so thrilled. That was the top show that helped mold me when I was younger. So I admit at first I was only watching it for that reason, but as time went on I got pulled in very quickly in to the wonderful world of Girl Meets World. I know at 26 that might sound really weird, but It was as if it was slowly helping me heal old wounds.

When I was middle school I had this amazing group of friends just like on the show, but unlike them we fell apart. I lost so many of them, and with my anxiety after that I never really tried to get to know new people. I was just afraid of that happening again.

I closed up, and stopped being able to fully trust in people. I never talked about myself, but was always there for others with a smile on my face. I just didn’t want to be a bother. I wanted to make sure the people I care about felt happy no matter how it felt for me.

So watching GMW retaught me that things happen. That life should always continue to be lived. Life will keep move whether you want it to, or not. It’s about how you take the ride, and embrace it through the good, and the bad. Riley was almost like watching myself, and if she can conquer the world. If she can change, and grow. If she can learn from her mistakes, and fight back against a world that so much bigger then she is then so can I.

I have to not let my anxiety rule my life. I have to be happy to be me. I need to always remember I am in control of how I react to the world. No one else decides that for me accept me, and you made me see that.

Then the friends. I’ve met some of the most amazing people that I have ever known in my life. We bonded over this show, and it just grew from there. I’ll let myself have real true friends again, and I actually talk about me, and I know they are on my side. It feels really good to have that again, but I probably wouldn’t have without your show.

For first time ever I wrote, and actually showed it to people. Which has been so amazing, and I couldn’t be happier that I actually swallowed my fear. That I set out to try something I consider scary, and I didn’t give up.

Now watching Farkle taught me that I’m not bad for struggling with emotions. That there isn’t anything wrong with me. I can take all time I need to figure out love, and what I want out of it. It is okay too take time to discover who you are even at my age. It’s never to late too to be truly happy with who you are. He also showed me that being happy about learning is actually really awesome, and you should be proud of it.

Maya reminded to never give up hope, and that  you shouldn’t be afraid to get close to people.

Smackle taught to never let myself be held down by my anxiety disorder. That it’s a part of who I am, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Zay showed me how embrace the things you have, and to cherish them. Sometimes all you need is one person to truly be there for you for it to change your perspective.

Lucas spoke to me on the level that your past doesn’t define you, and you can always change.

We live in a world where everything is constantly changing, and for once because of GMW I feel like I’m fully apart of it again. That my horizon is unlimited.

So Thank you SO much for changing my life. I will forever carry it with me, and this is something I’ll pass on always. These lessons will always be important. I do hope someone takes you all in, and gives you a chance to show the world what the whole story is suppose to be. Just as I always have been I’ll be right there until the end, because I believe in this show. Just like Pluto it will always be important, and something truly magical. If this ends up being the end. I just really wanted you all to know how much this show truly meant to me.

With all my love Jessica. 

((my own original art below <3 I know I am not an artist, but I hope you all like it. I will never give up on Pluto. So please take in our show, and let it keep changing the world.))

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I’ll try to do more, but here is a small contribution ^^^