Daniel Sharman speaking at the 2017 San Diego Comic Con International, for “Fear the Walking Dead”, at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
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Daniel Sharman speaking at the 2017 San Diego Comic Con International, for “Fear the Walking Dead”, at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California.
the ligh.tning thi.ef musical is a fucking bop & don’t let anyone tell u otherwise
don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me
just a reminder that they were roommates
drop a like if i’m Allowed to come into your dms to plot !! or to ship !! or just scream really !!
I’m not vain.
theolivertree >> paintswirls
// Hey, friends, I just had someone try a fishing attempt on my blog. If it wasn’t a bot and instead a real person: back up, creep.
That being said, apparently this is a thing that has happened before to other people, and I’m grateful for my suspicion. If you get a youtube video (one by C.rosa R.osa in my case - apparently a favorite for this) randomly sent in as a submission, and you see some name with a sketchy h.otmail email address linked to it, DO NOT CLICK ON THE EMAIL ADDRESS. The video is just a link to y.outube, yes, but the email link is not. It is a fishing attempt and will lead you to a blank page. Fortunately I looked this up before I did anything, so joke’s on you asshole.
This is so incredibly random, and I’ve never had this happen before, but it weirded me tf out enough to make a post about it.
Anyway, again, for that person who submitted that - get the hell off of my blog and off of tumblr. Ridiculous.
Hey heads up, this is what it looks like:
I don’t usually click on the e-mail anyway, but thank God for this post. I’m blocking and deleting this submission. Watch out, guys !
why’s there sm angsty starters in the tag where’s that good healthy fluff shit !!
would love a reply to this or this !! c:
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glancing down at her engagement ring, a smile could’t help but form on her red lips. so much has happened in her life that she can’t wait to fully forget and just put it in the past. so much heartbreak and loss. it had to end now. with her bridesmaids and maid of honor surrounding her, they made their way to the room where she knew her fiancé, groomsmen, and best man would be waiting. once everyone was in the room, she scanned to find him only to find someone she never expected to see again. her smile faltered when it fully hit her that it was actually him. why couldn’t her fiancé mention this to her earlier? with a deep breath, she made sure to plaster the smile back on her face as she went to her fiance’s side. “hey babe!” leaning up, she pressed a kiss to his lips before relaxing into his side. she couldn’t help but keep glancing over at him. it was going to be a long day.
he hasn’t been back in town since christmas , & that was a christmas that was two years ago . their town wasn’t necessarily a small one , but it was small enough to feel constrained by the memories it held .
so hence callan skipping town . it was strange , at first , to go from what felt like everyone knowing him & what was going on in his life , & who was in his life , to ... nobody at all . radio silence . just what the doctor ordered .
so he’s surprised when he gets the invite on facebook for his best friend’s wedding . the best man . they’d joked about it in elementary school , made serious plans about it in high school . to be honest , callan had completely forgotten about them until now . he hadn’t even met his best friend’s girlfriend -- well , finacee now , he supposes .
so he clicks ‘ maybe ‘ on the invite .
four days later he’s taken a train back to his hometown & now he’s standing around with the other groomsmen , making idle chit chat , waiting for the bride - to - be .
& oh god , what a moment that is .
it’s like getting hit with three arrows at once . one is the shock , a white flash of it that makes his heart fall out of his chest . the second is a mix of confusion and even anger that his best friend hadn’t breathed a word about this to him . & the third is a surprising sense of longing -- how the roles should , could be reversed , him as the groom and his friend as the best man .
but all he says is , ❛❛ kaitlyn ! wow . hi . ❜❜
“ —- ‘m not drunk !! ” but the giggly statement & his disheveled hair say otherwise ; callan’s a lightweight through and through . he’s only had THREE shots & he’s starting to get weird. “ m’ sure of one thing, though, ” he grins, holding up a finger in his best friend’s face. “ i love you. ”
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despite the fact that her annual camping excursions were meant to be leisurely, an escape, the first few days were always difficult for delaney. no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but think about what could possibly be going on at home. there was apart of her that felt guilty not being there to be of any help, but she knew that her father wanted her to be happy – to worry less; and worrying less is what she intended to do, but it’d take time. delaney’s continuous tossing and turning came to a drastic halt before she promptly got up onto her feet. she knew there’d be a slim chance she’d get any rest and forcing her eyes closed probably wasn’t going to help much either. exhaling a yawn, she trudged over to the cabin door and pulled it open, a cool breeze and ethereal glow of the moonlight immediately hitting her skin. her serene moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the distinct sound of a branch snapping; and instead of ducking back into her cabin, she chose to take a step out onto the porch instead. “hello ?” she whispered out, eyes narrowing to make out who ( or what ) it could’ve been. “who’s there ?”
camp was , well , camp --- the mosquitoes , the sweltering heat , the shared showers . callan’s been coming here for years , but you never really got used to the absence of city sounds ( or the gnats . so . many , gnats ) .
it’s his second year as a counselor , & his eighth of being there , so he pretty much knows all the best places to get away & have a little time to himself ( there’s a hill by the creek that’s perfect for stargazing ) . it was two counselors to a cabin of eight , so he knew he could always rely on his partner to get everyone squared away .
it’s hard being 6′ 2 & stealthy --- he’s already clumsy enough as it is --- but he still jumps a mile in the air when he sees someone step out onto the porch .
❛❛ uh --- just ... callan . from cabin six ? ❜❜ it comes out as a tentative whisper back ., followed by something of a smile . ❛❛ did i scare you ? ❜❜
cezanne , he could get behind . manet . degas . renoir . picasso , even . maybe duchamp on a good day . but that doesn’t mean that modern art still was , & always would be , completely incomprehensible to him .
that didn’t mean it was POINTLESS . oh , no . he understood that larger - than - life depictions of bible scenes & murder were largely a thing of the past , but surely there could still be paintings of something at least ... recognizable .
❛❛ uh , well ... ❜❜ he tilts his head in consternation at the piece before him : a discombobulated mess of colorful lines and squiggle . modern art had never been his strong suit . the plaque on the wall didn’t hold many hints --- just the usual , the title , artist , year , & medium . in a bid for time , he turns to his date ( is it a date ?? you came here with them , but as friends --- right ?? ) . ❛❛ what do you think it’s supposed to be ? ❜❜
drop a like if i’m Allowed to come into your dms to plot !! or to ship !! or just scream really !!