I’m just pathetically obsessed and rewatch the show far more than is healthy.
Why is it that you only notice the glaring error in a gifset after you publish it? It can be sat in my drafts for days and everything looks fine and then the second I hit ‘publish’ I spot it!
1 month until the season premiere!
Oh, man. You’re gonna make me link it?! It’s bad enough that’s I’ve seen it on my dash 3 times. It’s so cringe worthy. (x)
How do people even find these old posts? I don’t even remember making it.
And another embarrassing gifset resurfaces
I know this has been angst-intense, but please stay with me through this chapter. Things lift up , I swear to you. And honestly, it’s all Sarah’s fault.
Chapter rated M (very M. very, very M). One last chapter after this followed by an epilogue, and that will be it.
His couch smells like him.
It’s the first thing she thinks when she wakes up, face buried in the pillow (her pillow) she stole off the edge of his bed, feeble beams of sunlight struggling to break through the drawn curtains. She shifts and presses her face further into the worn soft material, the ease of comfort and relief pulsating through her with every gentle breath.
It’s the first time she’s slept a full night since I can’t do this anymore and she tries not to think too hard about it.
(It’s the only thing she can think about.)
She wonders if she should leave, do her best to clean up his apartment and maybe drop a note on his countertop before he wakes up. It’s the coward’s way out, she knows it, but he probably won’t remember her coming over (stay) and she could pretend this whole thing never happened (please stay). She can very easily go back to passing him in the hallway and staring at her shoes, trying not to feel the way his eyes burn at the top of her head.
She sighs and bites the inside of her cheek, tucking her knees into her chest and huddling further beneath the blanket. It’s soft and worn in, and smells like him too, and it makes her feel a lot braver than she is.
"They do a great job in writing very complicated women. And when I say complicated, I really just mean real." - Jennifer Morrison [x]
that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.
Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?
I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger
boob cups could also kill you. If you fall on your chest, all your weight will be on the middle of the boob cups and your sternum could be crushed. bye bye heart.
and the fact that this is the Mulan from “Once Upon a Time” makes it even better
oh this fanfiction has an interesting summary and it’s even complete let’s see wha
“I got up”
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