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What if Rob doesn't feel comfortable role-playing romance? He's new at this table and maybe he's uncomfortable with it, or it's not his style. The cast only begins their romance because Marisha and Liam break the ice first. And Travis only got into this because his WIFE made him feel comfortable role-playing romance. It's sad, but maybe that's why both of them don't take a bigger step.

unpopular opinion: i think joker folie a deux was beautiful. not as amazing as the first, but plot-wise, i loved it. the message of both films touches so many people struggling with mental illness (including me). This was NOT made for the general public but for fans who connected with arthur on a emotional level (i was one of those people). great film. critics don't know shit. this was a story about a man who tried to fit in with society, but society spat him back out. people wanted a joker story, but we got an arthur fleck origin story. A broken man not loved by anyone or anything. he was going to start a family but even the love of his life left him. Harley loved the joker, not arthur. The whole story is so sad. Most realistic joker ever.

thank you, Joaquin for being the beautiful man that you are.

Bro why do the stranger things writers be bringing in likeable characters just to murder them? Like first Bob, then they killed Billy after making him less of a garbage person, and now Eddie. They are so god damn evil wtf. 😭

Do you ever just watch a movie/tv show that has a cool group of friends and get sad because you know that you will never have a friendship like that. Like, you have friends but its not actually like that and you know that your friends just don’t care that much...

because same

My favorite and least favorite version of Shadow the Hedgehog is the one from Sonic Boom. In Boom he's a terrible representation of Shadow as a whole character and what he initially represented. But he's a fun character to experiment with because, I can make Shadow's initial backstory 10 times worse.

Like imagine instead of the Space Colony Ark being nice at first and then rated by G.U.N., but now it was always supposed to be a government weapons facility. Maria's still in the picture cuz he needs her but she is the only redeeming aspect about his life.

And one day they deem him too dangerous too much effort to control (maybe he hurt Maria). So they put him in cryostasis. And he's woken up by Dr Eggman, Eggman not knowing how to control or work with Shadow, he just runs off and now he just lives in a cave trying to forget the horrific of Space Colony Ark.

He's angry at living beings for treating him nothing more than an object to experiment on. He's lived through the worst and still has yet to experience the good it has to offer besides those short moments with Maria.

LONG DAY

»Look,« I say, »There's Venus, the evening star, named after the godess of love and beauty, because in the night everything can be pretty.«

You don't answer, you don't even look up from the ground where you've been pulling out blades of grass.

»See,« I say, after some time of you staring at the ground and me staring at the sky, »There's Ursa Major, a polar bear to guide us on our way.«

This time you let out a little »hmmp« sound, but you continue your activity of strewing grass over your legs.

»From there,« I say, after I've waited for you to say something, anything, »You can find Ursa Minor, with the North star to protect us.«

Now you sigh very silently, maybe you're tired or bored.

»Over there,« I say, pointing into the sky, »Is Orion, the hunter, to bring clarity to our journey.«

You hum under your breath, examining a leave with more interest than you've ever showed me.

»And this,« I say, one last attempt to talk to you, »Is Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, resident in Canis Major, to help us-«

Before I can end my sentence, you get up from the ground brushing the grass from your trousers, and all I can do is watch your silhouette against the night sky, as you wander away from me.

I don't see you often in the following months, and now youre looking at the sky, now that I can't see it through the ground.

wow it’s an attempt at my own twist on impressionism yay

This is so deep 😭😭

Some old art I did for a friend .

i want to do an art but its 12:17 am :(

Team «Cult»

An excerpt from an unknown book:

It’s all your fault. You’re the one that pushed them away. You can never just let anybody in.

I cried as the words kept repeating in my head. They were right. It’s all my fault. I always do this. I have no one to blame but myself...

They were there for you. Why did you let them go? Why did you say all of those hurtful things? Don’t you care?

I do care.... But I just... I was just so afraid. I was afraid of losing them that I thought that I should just never have them in order for it to not happen. During that time I felt they just never cared.... I was so wrong. 

You’re a monster. A disgrace.

Those two sentences seem to be screaming at me in my mind as I look at myself in the mirror.

It would be better if you could just die. Everyone would just be happier without you.

As my once silent tears turn into loud sobs I contemplate whether or not I should finally give in. Holding the razer as it seems to be encouraging me to give it all the power it needs to carry out the deadly deed.

Nobody will be hurt when you leave. No one will be sad.

Right before I do the deadly thing a thought shoots across my mind...

Please.... Someone.... Anyone... Help

No

No.

I never meant to push you away.

To build up all these walls

and forcing myself to believe that everything was okay....

Making you think I don’t care at all.

Never.

I never wanted to hurt you.

I just never met anybody so nice...

because all I knew

was that people came with a price.

Stop.

I need to stop these feelings

that keep reminding me of what I miss.

I wish I could stop all of the wrong things I keep doing....

The things that keep dragging me deeper into this abyss.

Don’t.

Don’t say I “deserve happiness.”...

because I know very well that’s not true.

You don’t know that I really am a mess

because I made sure there was never really any proof.

Won’t.

I will never forgive myself.

For all of the wrong things I have done.

Forever locked away in this cell.

Never able to freely tell everything to anyone.

Can’t.

I feel like I can’t stop this monster

that keeps making me feel less human....

I keep telling it I have nothing else to offer.

Yet it never listens even when I say it over and over again.

None.

This monster called madness is always there.

Never not being so rough.

Making life so hard to bear.

Always feeling like I’m never enough.

..... I give up.

wade sacrificed himself for logan because he saw that deep down logan didn’t want to. the old logan would’ve done it without a second thought. he wanted to die, he thought he deserved to die. but wade taught him how to love, and showed him love in return. that’s what makes it so much more heartbreaking.

when logan finally felt like he wanted to live for the first time in years, he had to die. he had to die for the reason he wanted to live.

"Say hi to your friends for me." "Say hi to my friends for me, peanut."

IM SOBBING WADE IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HIS LOVED ONES TO LIVE AND LOGAN IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVED ONE TO LIVE FOR

"Say hi to your friends for me." "Say hi to my friends for me, peanut."

IM SOBBING WADE IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HIS LOVED ONES TO LIVE AND LOGAN IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVED ONE TO LIVE FOR

this part in the la la land script just broke me all over again

Jack Frost X Fem!Reader

warnings throughout the series: sad, bits of angst, but also has some fluff.

A/N: yea, I think I am gonna post 2 chapters at once for a while.

= The Ice Knight =

- CHAPTER TWO -

chapter one

Jack Frost was right. This was indeed a new beginning. Since the day his small, cute believer saw him for the first time, they seemed to be glued to eachother. For Y/N, every new day meant a brand new adventure with her frosty friend. Jack would come by her window every night and play games, tell stories of his adventures, and from time to time he even took her with him on his simpler, safer duties as The Spirit of Winter.

“Jack! This was so much fun! The most fun I’ve ever had on any of my birthdays ever! Thank you!”

“Happy birthday, my little Ice Queen! I’m glad you enjoyed this!”

“YES! I want to be the Ice Queen! Can I? Does that make you my Ice King?” little Y/N asked, blushing. Jack found it cute and he couldn’t help himself but let a sweet chuckle pass his lips. This kid really got the best of him.

“I am not a king, but rather your knight, Your Highness!” He playfully bows to the girl. “I’m always the one to get your butt out of trouble. A king doesn’t usually do that, silly!” And with that, they both started laughing.

What a beautiful memory, right? …Right?

Time had passed by, and Jack Frost became a Guardian. That meant he had less and less time to spend with his little Ice Queen, and that inevitably led to the worst that could happen…

12 years later…

19 year old Y/N was preparing for her highschool graduation day. That’s supposed to be a happy day, right? But for her, things weren’t that well. ‘Why did I have to listen to my mother…’ The teenager sighed. She was rather sad about that.

“It’s been 4 useless years. I should have chosen that other highschool, but mom convinced me that this was going to be my future. I wonder why.” she thought out loud. As she finally left her house. “What am I even supposed to do with my life now? Eh.. the good part is that now I may have the chance to choose am university to my liking. I’m actually happy I have so little friends, my heart wouldn’t take it to get parted from them. It would have been just like when--“ She then froze in fear. Lost in her thought, she passed the street on red light, and now, mid street, a giant truck was headed towards her.

Waiting for her painful end, she squeeze her eyes shut. But nothing happened. When she finally dared to open her eyes, she remained in awe. The truck was now upside down on the road, but the weird thing was the frost that covered the wheels of the car.

“Well, I did freeze in my spot… but this?” She took a better look at the truck and then slowly started walking again. “I have to get out of here and head directly to the school nurse. I must hallucinate from the shock! Frost?? It’s JUNE!!”

….

“W-well… at least that worked. Spare me the parent talk, Baby Tooth! I’d rather get some scary poltergeist news going than risk her life not stopping that darn truck! You already know that! I-… yeah.. I know she doesn’t believe in me any longer and that I ‘should move on’ but I swore to her! She is--…was… my first, and might I add, ONLY believer!” The little fairy came closer to his cold cheeks for a small cuddle, trying to confort the lost boy. She knew she had to talk to Toothiana about all of this.

“Baby Tooth, I-… I shouted her name from the bottom of my lungs, yet… Yet she couldn’t hear!” The white haired boy began to cry desperately, letting his prominent cheekbones become icy waterfalls. “I’ve lost her… forever.”

Jack Frost X Fem!Reader

warnings throughout the series: sad, bits of angst, but also has some fluff.

A/N: Yes, yes, I know! "Seeker, where the hell have you been? You're not very serious about your blog!" I know, but I'm trying to switch between school and another huge project that I've founded, and it mainly requires at least 24/7 of my attention. Anyway, hopefully my friend @rxses-and-reverie is still around here :)

= The Ice Knight =

- CHAPTER ONE -

Snowflakes were floating freely into the starry night, above the winter paradise. Each of them slightly shifting forms as they collide into one another. Jack Frost himself gave each a part of his own soul, for he was lonely inside the sea of people, and his heart wouldn’t stop aching. All he ever desired was a friend, someone to believe in him, and eventually see him. But nobody had eyes for the iced ghost.

Years passed by, and Jack was flying around the village, carefree, watching the people around him. The spirit especially enjoyed watching the times change. Change can bring happiness or destruction. The boy was watching different kinds of relationships die, either by the distance that was growing inside, or the differences between people. Time had always liked to ruin friendships, as much as it enjoyed the warmth of healing. But for Jack, time wasn’t a cure.

One day, not long before winter had to leave the village, a little girl dressed in red was sitting on a lonely bench, crying, watching the snow simply melt away. As Jack was about to leave, letting the spring spirits come and bring new hope, something stopped him. A small cry. At first, the winter spirit hesitated to get near to the scene, knowing that she wouldn’t even notice him there, but after reconsidering, he decided it was worth a try. The white haired boy got closer to the girl and landed on the bench, right next to her. He still thought it may be all useless, until he noticed her notebook, and that got him an idea. Jack gently took it and he began writing in hopes that the red girl could read.

“Hello! What’s wrong, little one? Why are you crying?” He could already feel her gaze wandering towards, right through him. The little girl soon saw the pen moving on its own, so she took a closer look. But no one seemed to be there. Jack also noticed that the girl was slightly frightened by his actions, so he slowly placed the pen down, not intending to scare her off.

“What’s happening? Who-… who’s there?” she whispered, a little scared. Seeing that she’s also curious, maybe more than scared, the boy took the pen back between his fingers.

“Can you read?”

“Yes… my mom taught me. Who are you?”just then, Jack got an idea.

“Kid, do you believe in Santa?” he wrote again, a bit excited for the possible outcome. ‘This might as well just work!’

“Santa? Yes!! Why? Have you seen him around?” the child happily responded. ’Okay, Jack! You can do it!’

“Yeah, I have. He is friends with Jack Frost. Do you know who that is?” the spirit wrote again. The girl stood quiet for a while, thinking.

“Jack Frost? As in.. ‘Jack Frost nipping at your nose’?” the girl curiously asked.

“Exactly! Do you know him? Do you.. believe in him?” Jack wrote, a hint of hope hiding in the depth of his eyes. ‘Of course she doesn’t… She would have been able to see me after all.’ The girl stood thinking again for a while.

“Is he magical, like Santa?”

“Of course he is! He is the one bringing all of the snow and blizzards!” Jack explained, eager to see where this was leading. Just then, she did it. The little girl melted his heart.

“Then I believe in Jack Frost!” she exclaimed. Who would have thought that one simple sentence could get the frost spirit to his tears? Magically, Jack lazily took form in front of her eyes, and the expression her little face showed seeing him come real was enough to reassure Jack that this was a new beginning.

“WOW! Are you… Jack Frost? Hi!! My name is Y/N!”

“You.. You see me…”

People come And go Made some memories Then leave.

Yet we still together But not with our heart. Where shall we go, Together, or alone?

I hate when I want to know what happens next in a fic but it's mine so I have to write it.

Siento que moverme duele, cada segundo es una agonía. Duele mucho, me lastima el centro del corazón. La cabeza y las lágrimas lo acompañan. Siento que estoy muriendo por amor. Jamás sufri ni sufriré más que ahora. Soy fuerte, pero no sé cuánto resistiré. Se oye que se quiebra, escucho el golpeteo, escucho el dolor y la tristeza que me ahogan. Quisiera dormir. Si muero hoy, no le digan que fue de amor, no le digan que lo elegí a él y no a mí. Cuéntenle cuánto lo quise, porque a él lo amé como a nadie, porque a él le lloré un rio, porque a él lo deseé tanto que me torturaba. No sé qué pasará mañana. No sé si moriré o sobreviviré. ¿Acaso él me recordará si muero? ¿Me amará incluso ahora que estoy con él? Porque ¿qué es peor que vivir sabiendo que no te ama la única persona con la que te idealizaste y planeaste sueños? Nada. Sufrí, pero ningún dolor se compara al que me provoca su indiferencia. Indiferencia de que esté muriendo justo frente a sus ojos y no haga nada.

Aw guys. i was electraharlot. then i logged out and idk my email for that accoutn. Sigh

мне больно

I’m screaming that my heart is yours but it only appears as a silent smile to you

Why can’t you hear it? (via sunshinesasquatch)

His ears are already listening to another

-it’s always the same story 
-what story? 
-the story of how the girl loves the boy, but he didn’t love her back

The story of my life #2