this must be played at my funeral

Okay so what I don’t get in Civil War is

that Peggy is so close to Howard therefore there must have been a point in time where Peggy and Tony have obviously been together playing or her just coming over for dinners every now and then. There is no way that Tony was never introduced to her at one point in his life.

So why didn’t Tony go to her funeral?

He must have gotten a notification of her death, there is no way Tony wouldn’t be keeping tabs on her when she had been such a big part of not only his father’s life but his friend Steve’s life

snowinabottle  asked:

Send ♮ and I will place my music player on shuffle to make a playlist to represent each of the following listed below

X A song that represents our muses in general:

  • This must be the place - Gloria

X A song that represents what mine thinks of yours:

  • Innocent - Matt Beilis

X A song that represents what yours thinks of mine:

  • Leave like that -  Jenn Champion

X Their theme song if they ever fell in love/became friends:

  • You and me - Lifehouse

X Their theme song if they are enemies or were to become enemies:

  • Scarlet - In this Moment

X What my muse would sing or play at your muses funeral:

  • Losing your memory - Ryan Star

Zayn Malik treated Perrie Edwards like shit.

No, I’m not an expert on their relationship nor did I follow everything very closely while everything was going down. But I think that we can all come to the consensus that she was not treated with the respect she deserved & that he should have handled the entire situation better.


Especially when you’re with someone as long and as committed as Perrie was with/to Zayn. I don’t know what their relationship was like behind closed doors, but you do not spend that much time with someone romantically without developing deep feelings.

I was in a relationship for three years and my heartbreak was massive. MASSIVE. To the point where it took me a year and a half to get over it, to the point where I took PAINKILLERS some nights because of the slight chance that MAYBE it would help make me feel better, there was one night where I didn’t stop crying for three straight hours, and that was months after it happened. 

Heartbreak changes you. It doesn’t just come and make it’s peace and leave. It seeps into you and becomes a part of you and even after it’s long gone, it leaves remnants of who you once were. 

So the amount of IMMENSE PRIDE that I feel for Perrie Edwards right now is fucking insurmountable. 

I still can’t look my ex in the eye and say how much he hurt me. I can’t go there, I feel guilty just thinking about it, and I feel ashamed whenever I have to admit that I felt angry or resentful towards him.

Perrie Edwards looked at Zayn Malik right in the eyes in front of the whole world and said a big “FUCK YOU” to him, & the amount of courage and growth and SELF-LOVE that must have taken is immeasurable.

Yeah, the song is bomb and I will sing it every day of my life and I will probably play it at my funeral and make my friends perform a flash mob to it atop of my grave.

But Perrie Edwards sent a message today.

We have the right to feel anger and disgust and sadness when someone treats us like shit. We as women are not “bitches” or “too sensitive” for feeling and for feeling deeply, and for growing in response to those feelings.

And yeah, we have every right to look at that person that broke our hearts and deliver the biggest FUCK YOU known to man.

Today is the most empowered I’ve felt in a long time, & it’s because of Perrie Edwards.

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Infinite just released a new music video for their comeback and it far exceeded all my expectations. I'm a bad girl now cause that song and video completely stole any innocent thoughts I once had about them all. How do they keep on only getting better and more amazing? Is there a limit to their talent. No. Because it's infinite (pun). Did I mention how hot they all were too? And that the entire album is amazing. I want it played at my funeral. I'll be playing on repeat for the next 24 hours if not my entire life. "Reality" my butt, this must all be a dream because it's too perfect.

All-time favorite 

Got hugged off of Austin and told him about how much second and sebring means to me and that it was played at my dads funeral(without crying i must add) shook hands with all members, got crowd surfed during second and sebring and Austin pointed at me and we had a moment, quite a perfect night.

Crying accordion player at the Franklin D. Roosevelt funeral


Photographer: Edward Clark

Backstory: Clark had driven all night for LIFE- “Get to Warm Springs, Georgia, any way you can!” -to be able to get a shot of FDR’s funeral cortege. Said Clark: “There must have been 135 photographers there from everywhere. The Secret Service lined us up behind a barrier in front of a small house they called the Little White House so we could photograph the caisson as it came by with Roosevelt’s casket on it…I heard this accordion start to play behind me and I turned around…I thought to myself, ‘My God, what a picture.’ I was the only who saw it.”

it’s 3:52 p.m. and i’m on the floor again, just like i was yesterday, just like i was the day before, just like i am every waking moment because

my body is a rebel, it fights against me and refuses to move when i want it to and wants to run when i’m in enclosed spaces and makes me stumble and fall when i try to stand tall and

all of this personality cannot possibly belong to one person, how is it that i want to dance off into the sunset at the same time i want to throw up my insides, how can i become rich and successful while dreaming of guns and knives and cliffs and 

i feel like all of my insides are seeping out, my clothes stained with black-black ink and red-red blood and blue-blue ocean and green-green forests and this really sad grayish color that i think might be my soul and

god, if you knew me years ago you would laugh, you would see who i am now and laugh, and i’m trying to be upbeat and positive, i’m trying to be better, but the truth is that i don’t really know who i am without this overwhelming sadness casting a shadow over me and

if my body just exploded right now i don’t know what would be in the wreckage, if it would be the corpses of all the friendships i’ve let die or the words of my father that might as well be tattooed on my forehead for how often i think of them or the hugs of my mother as she squeezes all of the air out of my lungs or maybe just every single stupid song that made me feel alive for more than .2 seconds and

i am tired so tired so tired and i’m blurry, i’m fading, i’ll probably be gone soon but all of my friends are in the same boat, we’re all just 4.0 kids going to school, going to church (if god exists, i must have royally pissed him off), going ivy league (that’s the dream, possible if and only if i never get a B), going “places” which is what they call it when you’re a gifted kid in 3rd grade but

we’re all just wishingwishingwishing we had more friends, more fun, maybe some more fucking vodka and dear lord i wish i had places to go on a friday night and i wish everything was hazy from drugs instead of my brain playing practical jokes and i wish someone would notice when i get really quiet and

will you bring flowers to my funeral


words my brain spits out




Step number 376
Almost at the top. Legs are growing tired and weak. The never ending sweat is making my mascara run like an oil spill. During this treacherous journey thus far I’ve encountered three spiders and have used most of my energy to fight against the foul legged beasts. Water and rations are low. I feel that this might be my last entry that you’ll ever read. But I must set aside all fears and push forward to complete the mission.
Tell my family hello, and be sure to hire a kazoo band to play at my funeral

Yes I’m still talking about this episode almost a year later. I don’t even know if I want Season 9 to give me something that will replace it as Number 1.

But seriously. Seriously.  Has anyone else even attempted to really think about the fact that Twelve got all those blankets and wrapped Clara in them and made sure she was as comfy as can be? For someone sleeping on a bed of rocks instead of the likely more comfortable sand she looks very comfortable so those must be special blankets.  I’d like to think there is a whole comfy blanket room in the TARDIS. 

There’s all the Whouffaldi moments this episode gave us that happened on screen and then there’s this whole other thing that happened off screen where he carried her to safety and wrapped her up and watched over her and I think this will be my forever favorite episode. 


Art Assignment 13: Sorted Books

This is my attempt at this weeks art assignment.

I visited my Grandparents house for our usual Sunday dinner and thought I’d rake around their little book collection downstairs with this project in mind. Their bookcase consisted of murder mysteries and gardening books which describes my Granma perfectly; she strives for justice and can have a stern streak but is a real softy.

The first set of books, ‘Mother always said death is not the end’, is very true to my Granma. As someone who comes from a religious background I have always been told that death isn’t the end as heaven is real and waiting to give eternal life when does death call. My Granma attends church weekly and is never seen without a cross around her neck so I thought that this really suited her.

As for the second arrangement, it’s the whole idea of, again, never really dying, merely leaving Earth and moving on. My Granma has had to deal with a few deaths recently in and around the community but she always sees the bright side, that they’re “somewhere better now”, that is her song for the dead and the dying, her hymn of hope. She often talks of what song to play at her funeral despite my pleads for her to not think that way but she continues on anyway. It changes regularly, she really must make me a list.

This was a lovely assignment and I wish I had more time to put to it. Maybe I’ll revisit it in the future, I most likely will.



I have a ridiculous maudlin streak in me. I fucking love the Tindersticks. But only their one album, the second self titled one from ‘95. (Yeah, the dumb asses had two self titled records’.) My friends always made fun of me for loving that album, because they were even bigger music snobs than me. Sure, they’d never admit that, but it’s true. My friends tried to prove they weren’t huge music snobs by ironically liking the Gin Blossoms.  And we all know that’s sooo ironic, because no one likes the Gin Blossoms, not even the Gin Blossoms. And if you’ve ever had to listen to a Gin Blossoms song, you’d know they never gave enough of a fuck to make ONE joyful noise in their entire miserable fucking career. The Gin Blossoms? Really?!

I fucking loved that dumb Tindersticks record and it is a tad embarrassing in its mawkish sadness, but goddamn! It’s perfect. You can crank the shit out of it and live inside a multi dimensional soundscape. You can do that with most music, but this one is strangely special.

So, they play this Tindersticks/Pavement cover as the credits roll for the David Foster Wallace film. Doesn’t that make this the saddest Tindersticks song ever?

I guess I must like sad music. I use the pain and sadness to stoke the fire in my silly heart. I’m an emotional old fool. But let me tell you, I enjoy the holy fuck outta life. Whenever I feel tired or dead, I put on some sad fucking music and think of autumn. It really gets me going. I don’t know why. I guess I realized at one of the dozen funerals I’d been to that death and sadness and all this terrible shit give life REAL fucking meaning. It’s all so fleeting. You might as well enjoy each other and all this madness.

Another thing, I like to cry really hard while singing really big and over the top, like Elvis. That keeps things in perspective.

Let’s drink our tears like whiskey and slow dance with our fear. 

Let’s drain the shadow and get ridiculous. 

Let’s fall in love and let life tear us to-fucking-shreds!

Warmest regards, Jade

In the Flesh Appreciation Week (Day Six: Favorite Music Moment)

If you must mourn, mourn with the moon and the stars up above
If you must mourn, don’t do it alone
If you must leave, leave as though fire burns under your feet
If you must speak, speak every word as though it were unique
If you must die, Sweetheart…
Die knowing your life was my life’s best part

Keaton Henson’s “You” is possibly the most fitting and tragic song they could possibly have played at Amy’s second funeral.

Couple with her change in epitaphs from

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage, against the the dying of the light

to the beautiful words she leaves behind for those she came to love to dearly that she knows she leaves behind, but - as we can see in the photo above - does not leave behind alone:

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorry most
‘Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all

And I think I’ll never really know who the song speaks for, truly. Because Amy was the best part of Kieren’s and Simon’s and Philip’s lives, but they were also the best parts of hers. Does the song play to send her off, or does it play to speak her last advice to them?

#SaveInTheFlesh bbcthree bbcamerica

I was tagged!

Thanks mdontheway for tagging me!! (First tag ever by the way.. kind of a big deal)

Rule #1 always post the rules. Rule #2 answer the questions the person who asked, then write 11 new ones. Rule #3 tag 11 people then link them in the post. Rule #4 tell them you tagged them. Rule #5 tell the person that tagged you that you’ve answered the questions.

1) What’s your favorite book and why?
I believe choosing a favorite book is like choosing a favorite cell in your body, it just cannot be done.
2) What do you think that happens after we die?
This one is a question I contemplate a lot. I would like to believe that we are reincarnated. Forever to encircle this world and experience multiple lives. That would be pretty neat.
3) What do you do on a rainy day?
Rainy days are my FAVORITE! I love making myself a pot of coffee, sitting in my greenhouse and gently taking sips as I listen to the rain pitter patter off the roof.
4) What do you think about oblivion?
I think it’s inevitable.
5) What’s your biggest ambition right now?
Getting into medical school of course. That and not falling off a mountain. Both important.
6) If you could travel to a single moment into the past and change it, what would you change?
Clique of me to say, but nothing. The collection of our experiences and mistakes make us who we are today.
7) How many languages do you speak and which?
Just English I am afraid. I would love to learn German and Spanish though!
8) Tell me something really great about yourself.
Oh boy. Well… I do make one mean waffle in the morning.
9) What’s your favorite TV Show?
It would be a close tie between Grey’s Anatomy and Game of Thrones.
10) What do you like most about Tumblr?
The giant web of awesome people you come in contact with. Medblrs being of course the best. =P
11) If you could have a limitless supply of something (tangible or not), what would it be?
Perfectly put together meals for every time of day. (I’m not the best cook… shh) If someone could just make me all my food that would be great!

My questions to you are:
1) What would people say about you at your funeral?
2) What’s the wisest thing you have ever heard someone say?
3) What is your biggest fear?
4) If you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?
5) If your life was a movie, who would play your character?
6) If you could ask for one wish, what would it be?
7) What motivates you on a day to day basis?
8) Best/worst gift you ever received? (Story must be included)
9) Vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why?
10) What does your perfect day look like?

I apologize if I tag anyone who has already been through this a million times. I’m tagging mydailyfitspiration, trailflow, caralunax, coffeemuggermd, ladykaymd, aspiringdoctors, cranquis, wayfaringmd, glikegrandpa, glocktease, and of course mdontheway (because I want to hear about you too!!)