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Melissa McBride meeting Jamie Lee Curtis at SDCC 2024
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joybeeeez
guys never realize that.
Why play games though? Just come out and say no, don’t seem to hard.
ohhmelancholy
cause the word “no” is not in ya’ll vocabulary.
gordoananke
- A woman says no, I don’t want to go to prom with you, and gets stabbed to death.
- A woman says no, I will not sleep with you, and a man go on a shooting spree.
- A woman says no, I will not give you my number, and is shot outside the club.
- A woman says no, I don’t want you to buy me a drink, and a man shattered a glass across her face.
- A woman say no, I’m a lesbian, and a man shoots both her and her girlfriend while they slept in their home.
- A woman says no, I don’t want to be with you any more, and a man stabs her to death and murders her dog.
- A woman says no, stop harassing these teenagers, and a group of men beat her to death with stones and bats, smashing her skull on the pavement.
- A woman says no, we aren’t married any more, leave me alone, and a man shoots her to death.
- A woman says no, we work together but I’m not interested in you romantically, and a man shoots her to death whilst she’s working.
- A woman says no, I don’t want to sleep with you, and a man rapes, murders and then hangs her from a tree.
- A woman says no, I’m not interested, and a man slashes her neck open.
- A woman says no, I never cheated on you, and a man beats her.
- A woman says no, I want a divorce, and a man cuts her neck open and stabs her multiple times.
You want us to start telling you no? You don’t want us to play games? Teach your fellow men to stop murdering us for it.
blazeblastomega
oh
im-not-trash-im-recyclable
I will always reblog this. Everyone should see it.
I would like to add:
- A girl says no, boy murders her (and several others) in a school shooting.
“Why don’t women just say no” because men will murder instead of coping with being rejected.
Feeling Nostalgic...
Hey everyone, long time no talk... very long time, lol.
I just wanted to get something off my chest.
So I was going through some stories on Nine Lives, wanting to find something to read and get lost in, and I was just kind of hit with nostalgia.
I was by no means here when the official Caryl fanbase really kicked off, but I began following it in the year 2015. Doesn't sound very far now, but if you think about it, that was nearly 10 years ago, and I fell in it hard. I began looking at all of the amazing blogs and posts that talked about how awesome caryl is and how there were hints here and hints there about them eventually getting together. I soon began making my own posts and trying to keep everyone positive and just talk about our common love. I started writing my own fanfiction, and some of the stories that came out of me in those years, I'm even surprised at how creative I was.
We weren't necessarily stressed about things or other ships or what have you; we just enjoyed caryl and what it was.
Fast forwarding to now, and I feel like this fanbase has gone through the fucking ringer. Bad writing, bad showrunning, shipbaiting, ship wars, gaslighting, trolls chasing Melissa off of Twitter, all that mayhem. We have just gone through so much crap. Now it's like we're holding our breath while we wait for the Daryl Dixon spinoff to give us what we absolutely deserve, but are constantly being pulled back and forth about it.
And the worst part is, some of us are just so tired of being let down that we might be thinking, "even if it goes in our favor... would it be worth it at this point?" And I wouldn't blame those people, I really wouldn't. We've all gone through some hell.
Anyways, to make a long story short... anyone else miss the old days?
Back then, all we did was speak about the shared Caryl scenes in the latest episode, and how Daryl's hair curling around his ears makes him look handsome. Or Carol showing her growing fierceness and self confidence. All the while, so many amazing writers were punching out fanfiction novels that would put the very show's staff of writers to shame. Life was good; we just enjoyed the fanbase we were in.
I just miss those days, you know?
Now everything is so complicated. It's like a once clean river has gotten polluted and no one knows how to clean it up. At the end of the day, most of us just want to enjoy Caryl and the beauty that it was and still is. But so many things are dirtying the water, it's so hard to bring the focus back on why we all came here originally.
Hell I haven't written anything fanfic wise in over a year, and that was only after not writing anything a year prior too. My mojo just got muddied up like the rest of it.
I don't mean to make anyone depressed of course; I'm just venting a little bit I guess. I just miss when things were so much more simple. Could we go back to that? Maybe... if Caryl actually becomes canon and it's done right for both the characters and the audience, but we'll see though.
In the meantime, I'm just going to read some fanfics and remind myself of why I joined in the first place. Maybe that'll remind me of how much I enjoyed writing for these characters.
Have a good day/night/week loves.
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Good morning to first time Academy Award winners Brennan Fraser and Ke Huy Quan and only first time Academy Award winners Brennan Fraser and Ke Huy Quan
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CAROL & DARYL + 3 words, 8 letters only meant for each other 9x16 // 11x04 // 11x24 [request by @satireplz]
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I’ve seen it! I have never been crying like this to any series or fictional characters ever!
They’re my home, where i feel safe! But now, it’s just not there anymore! I’m gonna feel empty for a while!
Norman and Melissa, I love you…..
So thank you Norman and Melissa for your amazing portrayals of Daryl and Carol! We love them and we love you!
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Okay, I feel this needs to be said (even if it’s solely as an open letter left out on my page for everyone to take or leave how they may)
I AM A POSITIVE CARYLER. I AM STILL A POSITIVE CARYLER.
We got Daryl saying “I love you” to Carol- first may I add - something he has never said to any other person on the show. I won’t go into other ships but there’s a clear definite separating between the words he chooses for her above any other female character. Same goes for Carol! She never told any other man on the show she loved them until Daryl goddamn Dixon… not bobbin, not the king, and def not her sleezebag abuser.
I understand not everyone feels the same I do and I don’t expect them too. I’m okay with others having a different viewpoint on what things mean or how they want to carry their futures in the fandom. I haven’t been and never intend to be out here trying to tell others how they should feel.
So what am I doing? What is the point of this poorly structured ramble of a post? I’m glad you asked and here it is.😄
I continue to believe there is a future forward for Caryl, and that we will see it at some point. I’m going to keep being positive; posting things that make me happy regardless of platform or twd universe show they come from. If anyone doesn’t want to see this I completely understand and respect your choice to step away. For those who are still positive, please know, there are more like-minded folks out there who will gladly respectfully discuss Caryl with you. Feel free to Dm me anytime.
Caryl on, my lovelies. Still zen and Caryl are in fucking love with each other.
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Okay now ive watched the ep i just want to say this.
That was not the end of the walking dead
That was a set up for all the spin offs that come after
I know its frustrating but its the truth.
Theres more to come from a whole bunch of the main characters and the story will go on. Its shit because no one i know really wants to watch any of the spin offs. But unfortunately thats where the story will continue. A lot of the characters seemed to be given a disservice in the finale and i genuinely believe that THAT is the point. We feel dissatisfied so we want more and we will watch the spin offs.
I dont agree with it but its a marketing tactic
And as for Caryl. I still love them. Ans they love eachother. Im happy they finally said it
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Anonymous asked:
what is the difference between falling in love and having a crush
if they get a haircut and they’re ugly it’s a crush
shenko
that’s a weirdly valid point
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I uploaded a spooky Halloween street ambience yesterday, complete with heavy rain and soft thunder sounds. I had a ton of fun creating the artwork for this one, and hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it!
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Okay okay hear me out. The year is 1924. Roderick Burgess is keeping the Lord of Dreams in a snowglobe without really knowing what he has. He's still throwing things at Dream to, largely, no effect.
And then something happens. Some ancient scroll found in the shipwreck of a trireme off the coast of Crete makes its way into Burgess' hands and this time it does something. The orb shatters. Every window in the house breaks. Everyone falls, quite permanently, asleep.
Dream of the Endless, Prince of Stories, stumbles out of his prison. He's cold. He's hungry. He's naked. He's LIVID. He cuts his foot on broken glass and it HURTS.
It hurts. It bleeds. It's not... supposed to do that.
He's breathing. He has a heartbeat. He has a little panic attack as he realises what's happened: he's human. And a fairly mortal, fragile human at that, starved and exhausted and, again, naked.
A couple of days later Captain Robert Gadling answers his door and Dream just. Falls through it into his arms. He weighs about three stone so Hob carries him inside and gets him a brandy (cures everything) and then pats his back as he chokes on it. He can tell there's something wrong but he thinks this mostly calls for tea so he does, in fact, call for tea but hides Dream from the maid because he's not entirely sure how to explain the half-dead man in his sitting room.
Hob gets in touch with Johanna Constantine and pays her handsomely to Do Something.
The task of getting enough tea and food into Dream goes excruciatingly because he's NOT used to being human and he doesn't understand anything and Hob has to give him a crash course but it's obviously a lot to suddenly be something you only sort of theoretically understand and it turns out people's dreams do not prepare you for the realities of all the little things humans just take for granted. Anyway they're having A Time. Dream looks fantastic once they get him into some clothes that fit. Hob nearly swallows his own tongue at the tailor's.
He tells people Dream's a friend from the war and Dream looks haunted enough that no one doubts this and also they do quietly understand that Friend From The War means they are fucking or at minimum have once fucked and like. Hob is so lovely that everyone he knows would defend him with their lives. It explains why his friend looks at him Like That.
Anyway Dream settles into living as a human and once he feels like he's not constantly on the verge of meeting his sister as a mortal it's not... bad? Really? He's still gathering strength, he knows he needs to get back to the Dreaming, he knows about sleepy sickness but also. He's sitting on an antique settee in front of the fire with a brandy in his hand and Hob pressed against him from knee to shoulder and it's nice. It's so nice just to exist so peacefully for a little while.
They go to parties and nightclubs and get very drunk and do coke because this is the 20s and this is Hob Gadling, of course they do. They stumble out into the night together, holding each other up for the walk home and the warmth and maybe because it's nice to be close, because Dream has never known what it is to feel human skin against human skin. He kisses Hob in the front hall and Hob chuckles and sends him to bed to sleep it off and then in the morning he kisses Hob again and this time Hob kisses him back. It's glorious. It's the best thing that's ever happened to him. He learns why humans dream about sex so often if THIS is what it feels like for them all the time.
He has to go back to the Dreaming. Johanna comes back with a solution, sand, helm, and ruby in hand.
Dream doesn't want to go. He's in love with life and with Hob and with this glimpse of how humanity lives and why Hob loves it so much, why he'll never die.
Hob tells him it's okay. It's good, actually, because it's been lovely, it really has, but he's not ready to let go of life when Very Mortal Dream goes in a few dozen years and he'd much rather have him once a century than not at all.
Dream sheds a couple of tears over it, and then he reclaims his powers, and goes.
A week later Hob finds him on the settee getting into the brandy again.
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This picture was taken by a NASA spacecraft a million miles away from Earth. That’s the side of the moon we never get to see.
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Happy 23rd bday to the cinematic masterpiece, The Mummy (1999)
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Original thread:
Note, I am finding these threads on the twitter feeds of ICU nurses who are now dreading the horrors that Roe falling will bring to their hospitals. This, on top of the horrors that they’ve seen and continue to see because of the pandemic. They were already exhausted and hanging by a thread.