FitzSimmons in every episode -> 1.22 Beginning of the End

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

Imagine one selected day struck out of your life and think how different its course would have been. Think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day. - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

Imagine one selected day struck out of your life and think how different its course would have been. Think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day. - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything

I’m generally addicted to rewatching and rereading I hate starting new things

Doing things you like is not a waste of time. Watching series, playing video games, listening to podcasts, being creative etc. If it makes you happy, it doesn't matter that you're not productive during that time, what matters is that you are enjoying yourself, generating happiness. Those are the BEST moments. Chilling, relaxing, having fun. Don't let people guilt you into not enjoying the best parts of your day.

And no I don’t think love ever leaves because it’s been eight years since my dad died and he is in every thought and hope and dream. and when I think I can’t fix the computer he is here. and when I eat chocolate cake he is here. and when the sun glows at 3pm he is here. and he will always be here because his life made mine, and my life will be his epilogue

Recently I’ve been thinking about forgiveness and freedom, presence and passing. He died, and he remains. He’s not here to love his favourite flowers; I water them daily. He can’t walk along his favourite path; I’ll think of him as I do. He exists in the mirror with the eyes we share, and I share his life with stories and myself. He is thought of in all that he was, all that he is.

For some reason the thought of my dad passing entered my mind today and I haven't been able to shake it. He's still here but he's growing older and I don't know why it hit me so hard on this random Friday in November that someday he will be gone. He won't send me messages about what Christmas movies he watched that day. We won't talk about current events or what TV shows we watched this week. He won't send me random photos of truly random things he's done with his day. We won't talk about holiday plans. At some point he became my friend and I don't think I realized that happened. I know there will come a time when he won't be here anymore. I feel like the loss of what isn't even here yet already hurts my whole entire heart. He hasn't always been the best dad. He hasn't always been what I needed. But he's always been reachable. He's been this constant. He's been my emergency contact. I saw on my work paperwork yesterday that I put my brother down and not my dad this time. Because I know that someday my dad won't be there anymore. I forgot I did that. The reality of it was a gut punch.

Just by chance this post showed up on my feed. And the comfort it has brought me is immense. Thank you.

Happy 10th Anniversary to FZZT

The episode that started it all!!!!

Happy TENTH Anniversary, Agents of SHIELD!!! (September 24, 2013)

garlic bread.

the calmness that permeates over me every time I experience this… I don’t subscribe to heaven but this is my Eden

How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith forgotten land

In from the snow, your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

And the old widow goes to the stone every day

But I don't, I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living

Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows. and now I'm covered in you

I wish to know, the fatal flaw that makes you long to be, magnificently cursed

He's in the room, your opal eyes are all I wish to see, he wants what's only yours

Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't, stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered

Clover blooms in the fields, spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear, spring breaks loose, but so does fear

He's gonna burn this house to the ground

How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time

So tell me to run, or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

And drink my husband's wine

Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't, stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you, and I'm covered in you

So yeah, it's a fire, it's a goddamn blaze in the dark

And you started it, you started it

So yeah, it's a war, it's the goddamn fight of my life

And you started it, you started it

Oh, I can't, stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

In you, you, now I'm covered in you, in you

Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in

And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will

Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again

And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone

In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free

And this love came back to me

Tossing, turning, struggled through the night with someone new, and I could go on and on, on and on

Lantern, burning, flickered in the night, only you, but you were still gone, gone, gone

In losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark, this love is glowing in the dark

These hands had to let it go free

And this love came back to me

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run, but you come back to what you need

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark, this love is glowing in the dark

These hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me

This love came back to me

*staring at a gifset as the gifs play over and over* wow im so glad im normal about the media i enjoy

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