This is a pretty bold move, but you said you believed in me. So, if you want this bench for yourself, I can take this large pizza past the big, blue building, and eat it alone at my miserable desk at my miserable job.
I do believe in you...And I do like pizza.
THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE
1.01 - "Years"
this want inside of dean is a living thing. It grows when Sam looks at him, thriving off of brushes of fingers and shoulders. It eats away at the inside of dean, sharp pain and roiling disgust.
Sometimes dean dreams of Sam, Sam who wanted him too. A version of Sam that he corrupted long ago. They kiss in bed, they're together and it is beautiful. All the dreams end the same way, they're sitting together eating dinner and dean puts his hand over Sam's. Sam smiles, they hold hands. There's nothing wrong for a few brief moments. Then Sam goes hollow, his fingers rot away. Bones exposed, heart beats in his visible ribcage. Then it too, succumbs to the dark rot.
He always wakes up covered in sweat and horribly, awfully hard.
It's hard to look at Sam for a long time after that, still expecting him to be nothing but bones and exposed muscle.
sometimes i'll remember little tidbits of information about lottie matthews and i go CRAAZY. she's so odd and off putting <3 my babygirl <3 a bear bowed down to her and she killed it with a knife to the head <3 she has a shoplifting habit <3 she made travis & nat drink her blood every morning <3 she gets possessed by a spirit and talks in french <3 she kidnapped her former teammate/rival/crush <3
He craned his head upwards, attempting to escape the rising tide, only to find his efforts met with the runoff from a new gutter.
“First Royal Tactician, Right Hand to the King himself,”
The old knight’s eyes squeezed shut as the rain swallowed them as well, hands bracing on either side of the prison, if only to lift his head just a bit higher.
“First of us to fall.”
Hegemol’s mandibles struggled to part as they were seized by the cold, drawing in a desperate last breath before the water claimed his mask.
“First of us to fail Hallownest.”
The city, the lights, the cries from the citizens were drowned out as he found himself swallowed wholly by the rain.
Hooray! :D The last movie I was on at Netflix Animation, Thelma the Unicorn, finally has a release date and official announcement! So stoked for y'all to see it!!! :D. It is by far the best and most fun project I've ever worked on, and I hope the joy the crew experienced comes through in the final film. Stay tuned for May 17th!
Utena's narrative simply bends to whatever it needs to be to suit the metaphors and aesthetic regardless of whether it makes logistical sense and I appreciate that commitment to the bit. More narratives should do that. Confuse the hell out of the people who will spend more than 5 minutes wondering how miki could have gotten that photo of anthy and where nanami lives
I'm sorry to say it because I really enjoyed daemon in season 1 but the writers are fucking OBSESSED with his pathetic ass and i'm sick of it WHY has he been hallucinating and getting his ego stripped top to bottom for four straight episodes WHY is so much screentime being spent on this?
Everyone talking about the bangers in Journey to Bethlehem and nobody's saying a /word/ about how absurd/petrifying/psychotic Mary, Married's Good for You is 😦 Like, they're essentially brainwashing her into giving up her dreams of teaching?
Woke up (a little too early) this morning from a light dream in which I was in a psychiatrist's office taking some kind of ADHD diagnostic test on a computer screen. I had to type some long sequences of character strings showing on the screen as fast as I could while the examiner was watching and taking notes. They involved a lot of non-letters and uses of the shift key, and it was all realistic enough that I was going through something close to the actual mental process of finding the keys on the keyboard but it was taking me if anything perhaps a little longer than it would in real life.
I reached a point in the exercise where the next string of characters was (D)(A)(D) and I was holding the shift key down with one finger while finding the appropriate keys with the other when I woke up enough to vaguely notice that I was lying in bed. Rather than properly realize that had been a dream and now I was partly awake, I said to myself, "No, now I'm getting distracted and have stopped typing, better get back to this or the examiner will notice I'm spacing out and mark me down." I was unable to get back to the dream state, but I started thinking, "I could have saved time by typing '(DAD)' instead of '(D)(A)(D)' because the two parentheses signs are inverses and cancel each other out when next to each other" (in other words, I was thinking of conjugation in group theory or matrix algebra). It wasn't until several minutes later that I fully realized the examination had all been a dream and that I didn't have to think about it anymore.