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Daniel Sharman speaking at the 2017 San Diego Comic Con International, for “Fear the Walking Dead”, at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.

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the  ligh.tning  thi.ef  musical  is  a  fucking  bop  &  don’t  let  anyone  tell  u  otherwise  

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don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me 

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just a reminder that they were roommates

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drop  a  like  if  i’m  Allowed  to  come  into  your  dms  to  plot  !!  or  to  ship  !!  or  just  scream  really  !! 

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I’m not vain.

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theolivertree >> paintswirls 

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// Hey, friends, I just had someone try a fishing attempt on my blog.  If it wasn’t a bot and instead a real person: back up, creep.

That being said, apparently this is a thing that has happened before to other people, and I’m grateful for my suspicion.  If you get a youtube video (one by C.rosa R.osa in my case - apparently a favorite for this) randomly sent in as a submission, and you see some name with a sketchy h.otmail email address linked to it, DO NOT CLICK ON THE EMAIL ADDRESS.  The video is just a link to y.outube, yes, but the email link is not.  It is a fishing attempt and will lead you to a blank page.  Fortunately I looked this up before I did anything, so joke’s on you asshole.

This is so incredibly random, and I’ve never had this happen before, but it weirded me tf out enough to make a post about it.

Anyway, again, for that person who submitted that - get the hell off of my blog and off of tumblr.  Ridiculous.

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why’s  there  sm  angsty  starters  in  the  tag  where’s  that  good  healthy  fluff  shit  !! 

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would  love  a  reply  to  this  or  this  !!  c: 

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dayxdreaminx:

based on

                     glancing down at her engagement ring, a smile could’t help but form on her red lips. so much has happened in her life that she can’t wait to fully forget and just put it in the past. so much heartbreak and loss. it had to end now. with her bridesmaids and maid of honor surrounding her, they made their way to the room where she knew her fiancé, groomsmen, and best man would be waiting. once everyone was in the room, she scanned to find him only to find someone she never expected to see again. her smile faltered when it fully hit her that it was actually him. why couldn’t her fiancé mention this to her earlier? with a deep breath, she made sure to plaster the smile back on her face as she went to her fiance’s side. “hey babe!” leaning up, she pressed a kiss to his lips before relaxing into his side. she couldn’t help but keep glancing over at him. it was going to be a long day.

he  hasn’t  been  back  in  town  since  christmas ,  &  that  was  a  christmas  that  was  two  years  ago .  their  town  wasn’t  necessarily  a  small  one ,  but  it  was  small  enough  to  feel  constrained  by  the  memories  it  held .  

so  hence  callan  skipping  town .  it  was  strange ,  at  first ,  to  go  from  what  felt  like  everyone  knowing  him  &  what  was  going  on in  his  life ,  &  who  was  in  his  life , to  ... nobody  at  all .  radio  silence .  just  what  the  doctor  ordered . 

 so  he’s  surprised  when  he  gets  the  invite  on  facebook  for  his  best  friend’s  wedding .  the  best  man .  they’d  joked  about  it  in  elementary  school ,  made  serious  plans  about  it  in  high  school .  to  be  honest , callan  had  completely  forgotten  about  them  until  now .  he  hadn’t  even  met  his  best  friend’s  girlfriend  --  well ,  finacee now ,  he  supposes . 

so  he  clicks  ‘ maybe ‘  on  the  invite . 

four  days  later  he’s  taken  a  train  back  to  his  hometown  &  now  he’s  standing  around  with  the  other  groomsmen ,  making  idle  chit  chat ,  waiting  for  the  bride - to - be . 

&  oh  god ,  what  a  moment  that  is . 

 it’s  like  getting  hit  with  three  arrows  at  once  .  one  is  the  shock ,  a  white  flash  of  it  that  makes  his  heart  fall  out  of  his  chest .   the  second  is  a  mix  of  confusion  and  even  anger  that  his  best  friend   hadn’t  breathed  a  word  about  this  to  him .  &  the  third  is  a  surprising  sense  of  longing  --   how  the  roles  should ,  could  be  reversed ,  him  as  the  groom  and  his  friend  as  the  best  man . 

but  all  he  says  is ,   ❛❛  kaitlyn  !  wow . hi .  ❜❜

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“ —- ‘m  not  drunk  !!  ”  but  the  giggly  statement  &  his  disheveled  hair  say  otherwise ;  callan’s  a  lightweight   through  and  through .  he’s  only  had  THREE  shots  &  he’s  starting  to  get  weird.   “ m’ sure  of  one  thing,  though, ”  he  grins,  holding  up  a  finger  in  his  best  friend’s  face.  “  i  love you.  ” 

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dcpamines:

           ⌜ open to m/f/nb !

     despite the fact that her annual camping excursions were meant to be leisurely, an escape, the first few days were always difficult for delaney. no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but think about what could possibly be going on at home. there was apart of her that felt guilty not being there to be of any help, but she knew that her father wanted her to be happy – to worry less; and worrying less is what she intended to do, but it’d take time. delaney’s continuous tossing and turning came to a drastic halt before she promptly got up onto her feet. she knew there’d be a slim chance she’d get any rest and forcing her eyes closed probably wasn’t going to help much either. exhaling a yawn, she trudged over to the cabin door and pulled it open, a cool breeze and ethereal glow of the moonlight immediately hitting her skin. her serene moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the distinct sound of a branch snapping; and instead of ducking back into her cabin, she chose to take a step out onto the porch instead. “hello ?” she whispered out, eyes narrowing to make out who ( or what ) it could’ve been. “who’s there ?”

camp   was  ,  well ,  camp  ---  the  mosquitoes ,  the  sweltering  heat ,  the  shared  showers .  callan’s  been  coming  here  for  years ,  but  you  never  really  got  used  to  the  absence  of  city  sounds  (  or  the  gnats .  so .  many ,  gnats ) . 

 it’s  his  second  year  as  a  counselor ,  &  his  eighth  of  being  there ,  so he  pretty  much  knows  all  the  best  places  to  get  away  &  have  a  little  time  to  himself  (  there’s  a  hill  by  the  creek  that’s  perfect  for  stargazing  )  .   it  was  two  counselors  to  a  cabin  of  eight ,  so  he  knew  he  could  always  rely  on  his  partner  to  get  everyone  squared  away . 

it’s  hard  being  6′ 2  &  stealthy ---  he’s  already  clumsy  enough  as  it  is  ---  but  he still  jumps  a  mile  in  the  air  when  he  sees  someone  step  out  onto  the  porch .  

❛❛  uh  ---  just  ... callan . from cabin  six  ?  ❜❜  it  comes  out  as  a  tentative  whisper  back .,  followed  by  something  of  a  smile .   ❛❛  did  i  scare  you ?  ❜❜

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cezanne ,  he  could  get  behind .  manet .  degas .  renoir .  picasso ,  even . maybe  duchamp  on  a  good  day .  but  that  doesn’t  mean  that  modern  art  still  was ,  &  always  would  be  ,  completely  incomprehensible  to  him . 

that  didn’t  mean  it  was  POINTLESS .  oh ,  no .  he  understood  that  larger - than - life  depictions  of  bible  scenes  &  murder  were  largely  a  thing  of  the  past ,  but  surely  there  could  still  be  paintings  of  something  at  least ...  recognizable . 

❛❛  uh ,  well ...   ❜❜  he  tilts  his  head  in  consternation  at  the  piece  before  him :  a  discombobulated  mess  of  colorful  lines  and  squiggle .   modern  art  had  never   been  his  strong  suit .   the  plaque  on  the  wall  didn’t  hold  many  hints ---  just  the usual , the  title ,  artist ,  year , &  medium .  in  a  bid  for  time ,  he  turns  to  his  date  (  is  it  a  date  ??  you  came  here  with  them ,  but  as  friends  ---  right  ?? )  .     ❛❛  what  do  you  think  it’s  supposed  to  be ?  ❜❜

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drop  a  like  if  i’m  Allowed  to  come  into  your  dms  to  plot  !!  or  to  ship  !!  or  just  scream  really  !!