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“Do you know what I should wear?” - Sam Heughan       ↬ Sam Ask Kids for Dating Advice ➹

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But I,

I love it when you read to me.

And you,

you can read me anything.

(x)

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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE: five ‘will they or won’t they?’ ships [1/5]

What would you do if it was Sarah? If there was a maniac coming after her, what would you do? Sarah’s my wife. Sarah’s my family. Listen to me, I’m only gonna say this once. So is Karen.

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Sneaky Tessa and Scott reference in Wynonna Earp 03X07 👀

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The Punisher Characters (as photos I have saved on my phone)

Frank Castle

David Lieberman

Billy Russo

Karen Page

Dinah Madani

Curtis Hoyle

Brett Mahoney

Amy Bendix

Pilgrim

Krista Dumont

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“I look like the United Nations to you?” “You look like an asshole to me.” 

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Straight Out Of A Coma vs Thick Rick™  [requested by anon]

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tbh I dont like s2 version of Frank :/

I held onto this ask because I wasn’t sure how to answer it, but ykw anon? It’s completely fine that you didn’t like s2 Frank. I know there were times while watching the season I didn’t much like him either. But I do think at his core he was the same as he’s always been; Frank is not really a Nice Man and I love him for that, I do, but this season he was colder and more removed than he was previously and it was jarring.

I think what was missing was his emotional intellegence and his empathy. I think he blunted all of that to be a more effective weapon and it showed. It wasn’t just that he didn’t want to care, he was actively and aggressively pushing everyone away. A marked difference from Frank previously, who didn’t /want/ to care either but kept going because he DID care, he cared so goddamn much he couldn’t let anything go.

His initial treatment of Amy, the way he talked to Dinah and Curtis at times, was baffling until I realized he was purposefully trying to keep them at a distance emotionally by being cruel to them for their own good. Which, lol, didn’t work out as he hoped.

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I FUCKING MISS THEM!

h/t @kalichica12

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We got a glimpse of this scene but it was rendered short by a lightning. God forbid they would ever have a meaningful conversation without being interrupted. And it was far more important to have Dogface singing for 4 minutes. 

“I am more than five-and-forty!” he said. “A man should be settled at that age, no? He should have a house, and some land to grow his food, and a bit of money put away to see him through his auld age, at the least.“ 

He took a deep breath; I could see the white bosom of his shirt rise with his swelling chest.

"Well, I dinna have a house. Or land. Or money. Not a croft, not a tattie-plot, not a cow or a sheep or a pig or a goat! I havena got a rooftree or a bedstead, or a pot to piss in!”

He slammed his fist down on the thwart, making the wooden seat vibrate under me.

“I dinna own the clothes I stand up in!”

There was a long silence, broken only by the thin song of crickets.

“You have me,” I said, in a small voice. It didn’t seem a lot.

He made a small sound in his throat that might have been either a laugh or a sob.

“Aye, I have,” he said. His voice was quivering a bit, though whether with passion or amusement, I couldn’t tell. “That’s the hell of it, aye?”

“It is?”

He threw up his hand in a gesture of profound impatience.

“If it was only me, what would it matter? I could live like Myers; go to the woods, hunt and fish for my living, and when I was too old, lie down under a peaceful tree and die, and let the foxes gnaw my bones. Who would care?”

He shrugged his shoulders with irritable violence, as though his shirt was too tight.

“But it’s not only me,” he said. “It’s you, and it’s Ian and it’s Duncan and it’s Fergus and it’s Marsali-God help me, there’s even Laoghaire to think of!”

“Oh, let’s don’t,” I said.

“Do ye not understand?” he said, in near desperation. “I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye!”

He honestly thought it mattered.

I sat looking at him, searching for words. He was half turned away, shoulders slumped in despair.

Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head with an oar. Now I was back to tenderness.

At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid my head against his chest, and felt his breath stir my hair. I had no words, but I had made my choice.

“ ‘Whither thou goest,’ ” I said, “ ‘I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.’ ” Be it Scottish hill or southern forest. “You do what you have to; I’ll be there.”

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My thoughts about the Bridger relationship ... oh tragic... they've been through soooooooo much.... 20 FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!! (I know sometimes it seems like I don't like them. I do. Kinda. Tiny bit.)

When people ask me why I’m not a fan of Bree and Roger 

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