#it's a failure

[noiralei]

I tried to make a cute Raistlin plushie and I accidentally made it so ugly... 😫

It's scary 😭

[killian-whump]

Sneaking Fail in episode 7x12 “The Taste of the Heights”

Upon discovering the baker is completely blind, Detective Rogers decides to silently sneak past her to check out the back of the bakery. He doesn’t get far before the baker stops him short with a knowing comment. Oops.

Screencaps from KissThemGoodbye.net, brightened by me.

[not-so-freshman]

Operation Fix The Bangs™

[darkest-kitsune]

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[nolongerinusebyebye]

My unnamed friend just brought some stuff to my attention. I thank them because now I really really see I need to act. Because when someone ignores someone just because of someone else that just came back into their life because of desperate reasons it's not okay. And if you know who you are as you're reading this, this is directed to you. realize it. Now.

[purplemurders]

I wish I could draw better, I wish I could do something more, something more to thank Markiplier for what he has not only done for the community, but for even a single person he's never met. I feel empty not being able to help out except for one livestream, and never get my projects done. I can't thank him enough for what he has done for me, and so many other people, but I don't know how to express it. I'm one out of 6mill and on. All my life I have been barely noticed no matter what. I'm just average. I've had a rough life, and many times I want it to just end, and have tried to end it. I've been watching Markiplier's videos for almost two years now. I've had my heart brutally ripped out, I've lost so many friends, I got suspended from college, and the whole time battling against depression and all the various problems with my body. Very little makes me laugh lately being on so many different medications, but somehow, I always smile when I see one of his videos or see a dorky video/ picture up on his tumblr or Facebook. Even in the darkest depths of depression, his videos helped me see a light in the abyss. I actually felt like I could achieve what I want, that I am actually important. So many other people have told me that, but it all seemed forced because they didn't want to hurt my feelings, but his voice, his sincerity, it was absolute honesty. He was once just a boy from Cincinnati, not knowing what he wanted to do in life, and now look at him. He's created such a community unlike any other. He raises so much money for charity, and gives so much himself. Just.... I wish there was I way I could express my gratitude besides through ranting in text, to actually create something that I can be proud of, and finally be noticed.

[emoussie]

Yesterday, Derek was bad news. Tomorrow – he's a better man.

Yesterday, Derek was the black sheep in town. Tomorrow – he's someone people trust.

Yesterday, he was slashing his uncle's throat out. Tomorrow – he's clinging to the broken pack he's got.

Yesterday, the boy was sin Derek fell for. Tomorrow – he has hope to redeem himself.

Yesterday, Derek was holding the boy in his arms, a trembling fragile frame, a pure fluttering heart. Tomorrow – he's sleeping alone in a cold bed, restless nights plagued with nightmares.

Nobody can tell when Derek turned left instead of right, when a burnt out shell of a house turned into a huge pile of debris and dust. No one knows how a murder suspect turned into a deputy, and sheriff's second hand to boost. Not everyone could point out the exact moment when animal attacks ceased to occur. The town was calm, and safe, and quiet. Too quiet for Derek's werewolf ears.

Derek does know why Stiles has left, how hurt and tired he was. Only Derek can tell that he's the one to blame for the hole labeled 'Stiles', which no one can fill in and mend his heart. Derek whispers at night, facing the moon, all the promises he never made, all the confessions he didn't dare to spill.

Right now, Derek is watching as Stiles turns to leave and hears the door close after him.

Right now, Derek let's a single tear escape, let's his heart break and crumble apart.

Right now, Derek still has a choice to make – reach out or let go.

Who's to say what is right and what is wrong? Who's to say that Derek knows it all? Only time would let things fall to the way it was before.

Right now, Derek runs after the boy. Chases after the bird like a hungry wolf. He sees red at the thought of no more, and weeps his sorrows with a broken howl.

Derek would give all tomorrows for one yesterday. For one perfect moment with Stiles in his hands.

Who's to say that luck is not on Derek's side? Who's to say that Stiles wouldn't turn back and fall back in Derek's arms.

Love overcomes the hardships, love wins it all. Let it be told to others who love – never let love to leave unloved.