the last part for now

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness


The Saturday morning cartoon The Fake AH Crew!! 

A friendly gang of criminals set out to have a good time of fun in the nice city of Los Santos. This totally kids-friendly show takes the crew out on heists, things to do’s and simle play time to goof around. No swearing, no killing each other, no mugging, no raging anger and hatred and no one ever fucks up and ruins everything for the 104th time like somekind of asshole. nope. none at all.

The death of Finnick was, devastating…Him screaming in pain and then his last scream were he yells “Katniss” was the end of me.


I was meant to be yours!
We were meant to be one!
I can’t make this alone!
Finish what we’ve begun!

Uhh i love Meant To Be Yours and i love that musical AND BILL IS SO PERFECT ON JD
I wanna draw the last part but……………….. eh…………………………………………………… I’m too lazy ahahahh
For now here is this four frame, i hope you like it!

(I’m so in love with psycho boys omgggg)


When you gain an army of new followers overnight.

The Bubbler / Le Bulleur


When you realize you have nothing new to post because you’ve been on hiatus…

It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.

Originally posted by geekyspinne

So she has gray hair.   So fucking what.  Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell.  Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it. 

Tell me something.  Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person?  Because it absolutely shouldn’t.  I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit. 

Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person.  She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word.  She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom.  Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice. 

And oh, yeah.  She has gray hair. 

But you know what else she has? 

A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus.  A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in.  Admit it.  Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.

And why shouldn’t they love each other like that? 

Oh, I forgot.  It’s the gray hair.  That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts.  That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world. 

Really people? 

Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why?  It comes from within.  Don’t get me wrong.  Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now. 

I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old.  They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid.  They’re contemporaries.  And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part.  Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts?  Know each other.  They recognize each hard-earned beat. 

So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery.  Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this. 

Look at her.

Originally posted by thedeadwalkinq

 Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing. 

Originally posted by orchidsandrazors


Stepping off my soapbox now.  I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human.  That goes to the gif-makers.  I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them. 

With time
Tears will dry,
Bruises will fade,
Cuts will heal.

But this pain in my heart
It just won’t go away.
No matter what I do.
No matter how long I wait.

—  K.N.B.

ice cream au part two.

Neil’s busy dealing with Aaron’s ice cream (pistachio, gross) when Andrew walks into the creamery. For a moment, all the twins do is stare at each other, which actually looks rather comical, before Andrew crosses his arms and viciously demands, “What is she doing here?”

Katelyn, Neil notices, has gone rather pale.

An ugly sneer works its way onto Aaron’s face as he pulls Katelyn close. Neil tries to make eye contact with Dan at the waffle cone machine, in the hope that she’ll intervene if a fight breaks out.

“Oh,” says Aaron, “Like it’s not completely obvious what you’re doing?”

Desperately, Neil finishes with the ice cream. “Strawberry, right?” he asks Katelyn, who is watching Andrew nervously. She nods, but Neil’s pretty sure she’s lost her appetite. He scoops out her ice cream in record time before stabbing in a small plastic spoon and passing it over the counter.

The twins seem to have ended their stare-down by the time Neil’s done, though the animosity between them is still almost tangible. He quickly rings up Aaron and Katelyn and prays that they won’t decide to stay at one of the creamery’s small tables. Katelyn offers him a shaky smile as he hands her the change, and he tries to give her one back. He still owes her for hours of patient tutoring.

Andrew looks furious by the time he arrives at the register, which is new for him. Neil is impressed by how aggressively he eats his ice cream as soon as Neil hands it to him, but refuses to be cowed by Andrew’s little temper tantrum.

“Palmetto would appreciate it if you don’t nearly start familial brawls on our premises,” he tells Andrew, counting out the coins.

Already done with the first scoop and taking huge bites out of the cone, Andrew fixes him with a glare. “Children should be seen and not heard.”

A grin stretches its way across Neil’s face. “Says the one who’s five-foot-flat and eating the ice cream that everyone over twelve complains is too sweet.”

Andrew scowls fiercely, biting into his ice cream and giving Neil sympathy shivers for his poor gums. “Oh Neil,” he sighs, “Don’t you know that the customer is always right?”

Neil starts for a moment, a terrifying buzzing in his ears, before remembering that he’s currently wearing his nametag, and that Andrew knows him anyways so it shouldn’t be a big deal. “That’s a flawed ideology,” he manages.

“Mmm,” Andrew agrees. “But a semester in your psychology class has showed me that you’re used to being wrong.” Dropping his change into the tip jar, Andrew raises his hand to give Neil a smug two-fingered salute as he walks away.