this is my farewell!!

Every show I’ve ever gotten into was either cancelled, ended badly, or hasn’t ended at all.

Bates Motel was the first show that kept me interested up until the very end… and it actually ended rather than dragging on with plots that don’t matter. This show truly has a special place in my heart. All the characters, actors, and writers have given me something more. 

Thank you, Bates Motel for giving me an amazing show to obsess about. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to when a new week starts… This show has helped me keep my mind off of troubling things in my life. Has made me laugh and cry when I really needed it. 

I say farewell to you Bates Motel, the thing that has brought me true happiness for the passed 3 years. 


Originally posted by psychotic-bates

anonymous asked:

How about some tooth rotting fluff! UT,UF,US and SF skelebro's reaction to waking up in the morning to their S/O smothering them in tickly kisses all over their face and neck. Like,they can try to push them away but their S/O's totally persistent.

Aaaaaah yes I love this!!  Just a little secret, between you and me?  This is my favorite thing to do.  Ever.

Sans:  He lays there and takes it, a soft and real smile on his face.  This is almost as happy looking as Sans gets, just amazed how adorable and wonderful you are… until he goes limp.  His eyes are closed, arms splayed out on the bed, though he doesn’t banish his warm smile.  “bleh.  i’m dead.  your kisses have killed me.”  No they haven’t!  “yes they have.  i said bleh.  that means i’m dead.  farewell, my love.  go on without me.”  He sticks out his tongue a little to further prove that he’s dead.

Papyrus:  He is delighted!!  “MY DREAMS OF BATHING IN A SHOWER OF KISSES ARE FINALLY COMING TRUE!!”  At first he just basks in them, until it’s time for him to get up.  And then he retaliates!!  He flips his S/O over, supporting his weight so that he doesn’t crush their much smaller form.  “BETRAYAL!  SABOTAGE!  I HAVE VERY SNEAKILY CHANGED THE TIDES OF BATTLE!!  SUFFER MY SMOOCHY ATTACKS!!”  What a dork.  I love him.

Red:  “alright, alright.  goddamn you’re giving me cavities here.”  Despite what he says he does think this is a nice way to wake up, and aside from his grumbling makes no move to escape the onslaught.  Look, don’t tell anyone ok?  He’s got a reputation to uphold.

Edge:  “ARGH!!  RELEASE ME!”  He is blushing, and somehow even with those sharp sharp teeth he’s pouting.  Once he’s made enough of a fuss to say he tried he relents, and this sets him up for a good mood for the rest of the day.  And he makes their breakfast with extra love in return for the nice awakening.

Blue:  “MWEHEHE, HU-U-U-MAN!!  T-THAT TICKLES!!”  He giggles, struggling just enough to kiss back.  This quickly turns into a kiss fight, a heated battle with no clear victor.  By the time you two are done both are panting, smiles on your faces, and he gives you one big kiss to leave you breathless, this one neither small nor ticklish.

Honey:  He shortcuts about two feet away, giving you a wink.  “nu-uh-uh.  you’re gonna have to work for it.  catch me if you can, hun.”  The kiss attack goes mobile, with you trying to catch him and Honey shortcutting behind you to press little pecks to the back of your neck.  This might be the loudest you’ve ever heard him laugh, and he sneaks in a little tickle here and there if you’re ticklish, phalanges ghosting over your ribs and sides and armpits, wherever you’re sensitive.  He’s got a lot of energy for such a lazy guy, and you tire long before he does.  He scoops you up and deposits you back in bed, giving you one last kiss on your forehead.  “nap time, huh?  heh, i’ll never turn that down.”

Black:  He screeches like a wet cat, flailing around wildly.  He is trying very very hard to get away!!  Really, he is!  He just…. it’s early, his defenses are down, and you caught him by surprise.  He would commend your slyness were it not him you had betrayed with your soft silken smooches.  When you finally stop he gets up with a huff, arms crossed.  But then he whirls back around, giving your nose a single little kiss, before darting out in a flash for this to never ever be spoken of.

Puppy:  “heh, what’s up?  did we win the lottery or something?”  When you say no, you just want to kiss him, he chuckles and lays back.  Aw yeah, this is the life.  For now he’s just letting you lay it on him, laughing softly when you hit a ticklish spot on his neck, until he rolls over onto you.  “my turn?” 

Rainy Prayer For...

Falling rain, fallen whispers,
Countless tries through storming twisters.
In my soul, though I try,
I feel an emptiness take rise.
Covering, comforting,
Comes along enveloping.
Burgeoning decadence,
Dancing swiftly eloquence.
Be restored, enamoured,
Taking from me all in store.
Nothing left of my soul’s harvest,
Buried deep, laid to rest.
Passing light, burned out life,
Say goodbye to all my strife.
All’s been swallowed, no more sorrows,
Farewell to thee and all my tomorrows.

-H. Murcia 4/25/2017 9:24PM

        At the end of this week, I will be deciding what to be doing with this blogs and others. I most likely will be going on full hiatus to focus on my school/career. I’ve been thinking about this for a long long while, hence why I’m going to see myself at the end of the week to decide. 

        I don’t know whether I will be coming back since the career I want to be going into is going to be extremely hard and it will require more hard work than ever. I’m nowhere near a decent applicate due to my grades. I can’t even pass the first part and that is being filtered through a computer system. To even remotely have a chance, I have to consider going for a Masters which will add an additional 4 years fours to my 13 years total. 

        I will be making a farewell notice if I do get to that point. Thank you all for your time and for taking the time to read this. 

anonymous asked:




My comicbook Persephone is out in France.
It has been a looong road from the starting point to the release date.
I have to thank many people without whom none of this would have been
possible (could it sounds more cliché ahah) : Tamia Baudouin, Queen
of bande-dessinée, David Chauvel, who said ‘amen’ to every weird path
I decided to take during the book’s conception, and of course all the friends
I met while drawing the book. Life has been so great since I started to sketch
Persephone, I’m thinking she was my lucky charm, I’m sad to let her go live
her own adventures without my help.

Farewell little girl !


霸王别姬 (Farewell My Concubine). Dir. Chen Kaige. 1993.

Chen Kaige’s Farewell My Concubine (1993), adapted from a novel of the same name by Lilian Lee, is a sweeping epic that follows the relationship between two Peking Opera stars, Cheng Dieyi (Leslie Cheung) and Duan Xiaolou (Zhang Fengyi) as they navigate the tumultuous political landscape of 20th century China. Set in Beijing, the film covers a span of 53 years and begins in the 1920s, depicting Dieyi and Xiaolou’s brutal opera training, their eventual rise to fame, and their subsequent struggle to survive and maintain the glory of Peking opera, all against the backdrop of the Japanese invasion, the Chinese Civil War, and the Cultural Revolution.

The name of the film references one of the famous operas that Dieyi and Xiaolou star in, in which Dieyi plays the role of Concubine Yu, who commits suicide out of loyalty to the Chu king, performed by Xiaolou. Dieyi, who is trained as a dan (female) performer, develops an ambiguous gender identity and blurs opera with reality, falling in love with and becoming deeply committed to Xiaolou. Xiaolou does not return his affections and instead marries a prostitute named Juxian, played by the then-rising star actress Gong Li. The film simultaneously depicts the bitter love triangle between Dieyi, Xiaolou, and Juxian, while also weaving personal trauma into a national allegory of the Chinese state.

Farewell My Concubine is considered as a representative work of China’s Fifth Generation film movement. It received international acclaim and won the prestigious Palmes d’Or award at the 1993 Cannes Film Festival.

This is what March of the Penguins looks like in my dreams. 

(thanks to my sister @less-than-one for what may be the cutest/most amazing drawing of me that I’ve ever seen!)