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Holy shit Ziggo’s interview with Max is so pure, THIS is Max and I love him even more now if that’s even possible

#these emotions #I love him so so so much #I feel like he’s so much more relaxed now #if you think max is arrogant please watch this

no thoughts, just the intro to pittsburgh

#god i love that song so much #its just so good #i cant put it into wordes #i wish i could make everyone feel what i feel when i listen to that song #these feelings #these emotions #the shrimp colors of emotions if you will #text #the amity affliction #it really took me almost two years to fint the into version of this song #i feel like im in some sort of secret society now #and that just because i listened to like 40 seconds of sound

Moriah (14x20) This ending right here. I get emotional when I see it because we have the boys up against demon souls from hell right after they lost Jack and they found out that God had been playing them this entire time. And yet here they are, prepared to fight to the death. But what makes it emotional for me is the music that played during this scene. I will always applaud Supernatural’s use of music to help convey real emotion or to add some meaning behind what we see.

If God is wise, why is He still When these false prophets call Him friend? Why is He silent? Is He blind? Are we abandoned in the end?

Let the sword of reason shine Let us be free of prayer and shrine God's face is hidden, turned away He never has a word to say

He was never on your side God was never on your side Let right or wrong, alone decide God was never on your side, no, no, no

He was never on your side God was never on your side Never, never, never, never Never on your side, never on your side

God was never on your side Never on your side

Very on the nose, and yet, it’s still perfect. They always thought Chuck was a benevolent being, but in the end, he was never there for them. Chuck used them as his puppets to act out a story in his head. What hurts is the faith that Sam had in Chuck, and how that faith crumbled in such a cruel way.

I don’t care what people negatively say about Season 14, but it was good and this was a good Finale.

#dean winchester #same winchester #castiel #jack kline #14x20 moriah #supernatural #CW Supernatural #supernatural season 14 #supernatural rewatch #i hate it here #these emotions

Tiny Ray oO(I miss MC)

Heyuen as MC oO(I miss Ray)

#these emotions #*sigh*#sry for posting old art cuz i dun have anything new to post #i miss him sm #tho im physically next to the body pillow #urghhhhhh #yeah i guess i will delete this soon

also because more people need to talk about this: notice how this is the first time in the show we see keith sleeping? and not only that but it’s the first time that we really see keith VULNERABLE. and just look at how he sleeps. aah it says so much about him

#keith #voltron #vld #these emotions

No one needs to tell her. She feels it in the moment his weight sinks heavy onto her lap. What was warmth and flesh and body of I Love You Don't Leave Me has turned into meat in her arms. Bullets whip overhead and stir up the dust that's not soaked in blood yet. And there is so much blood. On hands and knees she's crawled to him, a howl stuck in her throat, a constant litany of no no no no. Dallas' eyes see nothing now, the pretty blue of them stomped out. Crushed. It turns her stomach, the way he looks at her and doesn't see her. He has always seen her. Even when they were miles apart, she could count on it that her suffering didn't go unnoticed. Dallas was always watching, somewhere out there.

"Don't do this, don't leave me here," Her voice is a scraggy, soulless thing that flutters out of her cracked mouth. Trembling, she smears the blood of her enemies onto his cheeks, takes him by the face, as if she could make him look at her again by force. Baptize him back to life in the water of the dead. Her best friend, her beautiful friend, the one man who never strayed, who was always there. He wouldn't leave her. He said he wouldn't leave her. She is transfixed by his face, by the unseeing eyes, by the mouth that'll never sing again. She carries imprints of this mouth on her skin, teeth marks in her heart. She made him watch and watch and watch. He said he knew how all this would end. He didn't tell her it would end like this. That wasn't in his songs. Was it?

"We can still fix this. I can fix this. Dallas, don't do this. Don't leave me, I'm sorry, whatever I did. I'm sorry, I love you, please! Come back, come back to me, I can't do this alone. Dallas—" A rough hand catches her by the arm and jerks her back, away from him Miriam's pleading whisper turns into the shriek of an animal. Another explosion shakes her bones, deafens her. Another fighter has run up and found her in stasis, frozen over the body of the prophet. They drag her away from the bullets and shells, from the grenades that leap through the smoke.

"No! No, we can't leave him!" Her shrill protest, wide-eyed and death-masked, is interrupted by a slap to the face. They hit her so hard she sees the sun. She sees the sun rising. The last day has begun and there is no one left to stop it for.