So, what did you guys think? What would you guys rate it?
Especially the Rumbelle fans
(I didn’t watch the episode) so please no spoilers.
Under the tree, he waits…
This is amazing work!
Wow, this is really beautiful…
"He’s wonderful. He’s probably my most enjoyable co-star to work with in any job I’ve had. He’s just very charismatic, and you know, all through the craziness… he’s just an incredible guy…"—Emilie De Ravin
"She’s really beautiful…lovely, lovely to watch. Such a lovely actress."—Robert Carlyle
girls don’t like boys, girls like halloween and mark ruffalo’s tumblr account
I like Halloween and Tumblr, too.
Man’s best friend
I like how he picks him up and is all, “There you go!”
fucked his shit up
He just puts him over the counter all “Yeah that’s right Sparky you fuck his shit up”
GIVE ME A COYOTE MOTHERFUCKING BIKER GANG OK.
- Kids raised on the Native American reservations who find themselves stuck between the traditions and values of their culture and the world around them who don’t understand and tends to misappropriate their history. (IT’S A REALLY OBVIOUS METAPHOR FOR BEING A SHAPESHIFTER AND LIVING IN TWO WORLDS BC I’M SHITTY LIKE THAT.)
- Asshole teens who grew up on stories of the trickster god Coyote, a popular culture hero that all class ditching, cigarette-smoking-behind-the-creepy-old motel, dreaming-of-bigger-and-better-things underdogs can relate to.
- Fiercely loyal to their pack of bike-riding hooligan friends. Hell, they even chipped in to get Alma that sewing machine so she could stitch Coyotes in red embroidery floss to the backs of their older brothers’ leather jackets. It looks really fucking badass and was totally worth getting punched in the arm repeatedly for ‘borrowing’ said jackets without permission.
- When weird shit starts happening in their town (I’m talking those inexplicable lights over the desert, the disappearances of town folk) these little shits band together ‘Attack the Block’ style to protect what’s theirs.
What? I don’t understand, here in the USA it’s the law to have access for people with a disability. Our public transportation buses too.
Public transportation is not as popular as in Europe, but people in wheelchairs can access them.
Someone enlighten me, this is so confusing because I always hear how great the train system is in Europe vs USA.
Anonymous said: Could you explain the whole "i don’t really have depression, i’m actually just a lazy piece of shit" = you've got depression, thing? It rang a bell for me and I'd like to know what you meant. Thanks :)
one of the most insidious things about depression is it doesn’t ‘feel’ like depression. even when you have it, you know you have it, you’ve been diagnosed—you still find yourself thinking, no, nope, this isn’t it, can’t be. it’s like the mental illness equivalent of that knight in monty python that keeps going ‘it’s a flesh wound! i’m fine, really! this is just a scratch, i’ll be up in a moment!’ even after all his limbs have been hacked off and he’s lying there helpless.
one of the most common narratives around it is that no one realizes they have depression until they start checking off what they consider to be normal aspects of their lives—and personal character flaws— against the checklist for depression symptoms. really key symptoms include:
- lack of motivation
- constant tiredness, even exhaustion
- finding no pleasure or satisfaction in activities they used to like, or that they know should feel good
- not seeing the point of doing anything
- increased and even unmanageable anxiety and fearfulness
any one of these symptoms drains away your ability to do work, cope with setbacks, overcome difficulties, or stop procrastinating. multiple symptoms create a pretty perfect storm of intertia and anxious self-loathing. you stop doing anything because it’s hard to get going, unpleasant while you’re at it, and afterwards there’s no reward. why bother, right? and when you’re always tired you get conservative of what little energy you can manage, and when you only feel emotions on the ‘empty to miserable’ spectrum you get really aversive to making mistakes. the whole mess very quickly and very insidiously loads every single thing in your life with toxic emotional baggage.
and then someone says to you— or you say to yourself, ‘stop being lazy’. and that haunts you forever. because you’re lazy! the work is so easy. everyone else does it. everyone but you, you lazy asshole, lying around all day not doing this totally easy thing that you should be able to but aren’t. you don’t have depression! of course not. mental illness is for victims, is for blameless innocent people who can’t be blamed for being so understandably sick. but you can be blamed. you have a character flaw, and it’s getting worse by the minute.
and that is how people who have been diagnosed, who have been medicated, who have been through therapy, can still spend all day hiding in bed and chewing themselves up over their failure to just somehow magically be a good, healthy, useful person, instead of treating themselves to a sick day and saying ‘yup! it’s depression. i need to be kind to myself.’
It’s incredible when I have good days, when I’m motivated, my usual perfectionist self, getting everything done, and enjoying life.
And I have to take a step back and remind myself that this is how it’s supposed to be all the time. That how I usually feel is not normal.
when you find something worth fighting for, you never give up.
IT’S TOO PRETTY I CAN’T EAT SOMETHING THAT LOOKS THIS GOOD.
The Gayest Cake™
Hey guys dont forget the source! (x)
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