Tue. 6 Dec 2016. Crushes Or Obsessions? Dear Diary, I Think My Friends Are All Insane... #TheDramaticTalesofaPre-TeenGirl

lookie my friend Priss!!! 💕💕 she has nice nail beds, am jealous https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCXYr5nS-3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wakz1h2sxday

"That won't help you," A voice said from behind him, thin and lilting.

Shen Yuan nearly screamed in frustration and threw down the talismans he had been trying to activate with the drops of qi he had left. He had known that it wouldn't work, especially when the characters on them were barely even legible anymore, but he couldn't help but try. His blood had smeared them when he had collapsed onto the ground earlier, exhausted of everything he had and then some.

He had managed to crawl to a copse of trees and sat up against a tree trunk to figure something out, but it was futile.

"You're scared."

Shen Yuan shook his head desperately as if to rid his head of the voice that seemed to pierce his ears, tears spilling down his cheeks, before nodding just as furiously. "Of course I'm scared! I'm terrified. Don't you know how your story ends?"

"I do know. This one has lived it, again and again," The ghost of Shen Jiu said, tilting his head, face eerily blank. He didn't blink. He never did. "This one was due to relive it, for as long as it takes. That is, until you took my place. But it doesn't matter anymore."

"It doesn't matter anymore? You would say that," Shen Yuan said. He was beginning to feel a numbness overtake him, and thumped his head against the tree trunk behind him to try to snap back to himself. He couldn't float away now. Shen Jiu wouldn't be able to take over for him. It was too close to the finale. "You're already dead! And I'm still here. So what do you fucking know? "

"Not much, I admit." Shen Jiu floated closer, reaching out to him. "But I know that you can no longer run. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"What are you even talking about?" Shen Yuan picked up the sounds of movement in the far distance. It sounded like the footsteps of a person. Of multiple people. They were looking for him. And he had left an entire trail of blood, leading right to him.

"I told you, in the beginning, to make sure you knew what you were doing. And I told you that even if you hide"—an icy hand sunk into his chest—"it doesn't go away."

A HEATED debate between me and @smarcelin.2004 about sweet tea v. bitter tea. Get it? Heated? It’s funny cos it’s about tea and- no? Okay, I’ll go die now. #tea #sweettea #bittertea https://www.instagram.com/p/BpfrhmUHWVz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kc84kxd1gyf5

i dunno https://www.instagram.com/p/BqGXbv_HTFa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mpqweprsgfxt

Now that I've slept and can kind of rationalize what we all experienced last night I do want to say that I think it's tragically beautiful to show what first responders experience every day in the raw, unfiltered way they did in 8x15.

There's a responsibility there to portray the sacrifices men and women in this line of work make every single day of their lives. They run into danger with no guarantee they'll be safe, no promises that they'll be spared from whatever disaster surrounds them. Making it Bobby's choice to save his team is fucking gut wrenching but extremely powerful. It was either Bobby or the entire 118 because if the military knew he was infected, there is no way in hell they would have gotten them out.

I understand being mad. Being sad, crushed, in disbelief... but being pissed that Bobby died is a disservice to who Bobby is and was.

I see people screaming that this ruined the show and ruined the element of found family that the show has explored, beautifully I might add, but do you not understand that Bobby died doing the only thing he never thought he'd get a chance to do: SAVING his family.

we had the black history show at our school! here are some pics and clips! #blackhistorymonth (at William H. Turner Technical Arts High School) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bum1xP_ngNi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ni989fl9kz5b

“We keep working. Because that’s what we do.”

“It’s good to hear you talking like that again.”

And guess what? He reason our previously angry, violent, faithless, pessimistic, grieving Dean has done almost a 180 is because Cas is back. That’s all, and no one can argue the contrary. CAS IS DEAN’s FAITH AND THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS RENEWED HOPE.

But he’s gonna lose it when he can’t get a hold of Cas and then realize what has happened to him.

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i'm days late to this meme but i wasn't feeling good so pretend i posted this earlier than i did thank youuuu

i’m desperately low on fanfics about shen yuan and shang qinghua goofing off in their normal modern fashion only to get discovered by either their husbands or the sect leaders.

i need some good old truth serums.

i need masks falling away forcibly.

i need drunken shenanigans.

i need them to not realize people have seen them talk about vine and memes.

pls i need more

YES PLS

i NEED a fic where cumplane become sworn brothers actually