#I love emily sm pls dont hate me

[your-mommy-ems]

sigh one of my edits on pin is getting comments that get on my nerves SO FUCKING BAD istg.

this is just me ranting about it

first of all i actually explicitly state that I FORGOT ALISA in the description and in the highlighted comment because the audio was too short and i genuinely forgot her but even if i didnt i wouldn't have been able to fit her.

but i keep getting comments like. you forgot alisa??? emily? eve? (you seriously want an edit with those two in it) hannah? lyra? after i ACTUALLY SAY I FORGOT ALISA. like these are the comments im getting and it makes me want to throw at fit (pls ignore how shit my cropping was cause im not gonna go post their users)

like honestly sftu especially after i've said i forgot her and the fact that it was SO HARD making this edit for SEVEN PEOPLE. like i'm putting these edits out there afetr putting so much effort into it and idk it fucking annoys me so much that all they can see is the people i forgot.

i owuld also like to clarify that the edit was of the TEENAGE GIRLS THE ONES WHO THE SERIES IS MORE FOCUSED ON. why would i put someones dead mother in it? (respectfully ofc no hate to hannah at all) also you've got to be shitting me emily and eve??? YOU WANT THOSE TWO BITCHES IN AN EDIT??? and lyra wasnt in it cause tgg wasn't out yet so thats fine wtv, people dont know when i posted it. and the only reason gigi and sav are in it is because i had read tbh not cause of the grandest game.

like i love posting and making edits so much but when all people can see is the faults its sooo hard to continue. like okay then missy you try and pour HOURS of your time into making an edit only for people to go WHERES ALISA??? and basically imply that what you made wasn't good enough.

like ugh i probs sound like a condescending bratty self-absorbed bitch rn. and im truly sorry if i do. its just my internal thoughts coming out and being a bitch because i'm genuinely sick of that edit.

[side note] you guys on here are amazing because literally all i get from you is support and ily all sm for that fr you are the reason i keep posting.

also if you just read that entire thing thats wild i would've given up two seconds in 😭

thank god its one of the only ones that gets these types of comments i swear

[metallica-jk]

Its 23:39, I'm bored, so imma rank all TIG characters from my fav to least

1- Nash Hawthorne- he's so underrated and loving and UGGHHHHH that he needs 1st place

2- LIBBY OMG- I LOVE HER SM SHE IS MY IDOL I RLLY TRY TO B LIKE HER BUT I FAIL BUT I WILL KEEP TRYING GUYS

3-Probably Gigi Grayson- I love her energy sm and i love her in general like gurl b my bestieeee

4- Jameson Hawthorne- Ik a lot of people will get mad at me for putting him in 3rd place but the truth is, i love him a lot as well, but he does not beat Gigi or Libby or Nash in my opinion

5- Rohan (mysterious second name)- I would put him on the same place as Jamie but Es lo que es (it is what it is in spanish??)

6- Max Liu- I love her js as much as Gigi but i feel like Max is a liiiittle more mature than Gigi :).

7- Xander Hawthorne- He needs to b next to his gf so...but in general i love the idea of him doing silly things w Max like exploding and wrecking a microwave. Beautiful date idea guys

8- *John* Oren- love that first name btw. I feel like Oren is very much the friendly and happy guy under his shell of protectiveness so

9- Savannah Grayson- I'm sorry i put her so low but idk where to put her. I love her protective-but-vulnerable kinda personality. what i mean by that is like she is protective of Gigi but she is vulnerable and kinda hides away at her boyfriend Dunc@n (yes censored bc we HATE THE PRICK)

10- Averyyyyyyy Grambs- Yall kill me for putting her so low but i forgot ab herrrrr. I would put her in Orens place honestly. bc my girl has sm trauma that if i were her i would stay under my bedsheets and js bark out orders.

11- Grayson Hawthorne- idk i like Grayson but if yk what i mean i rather Dean Redding??? cuz like they have similar personalities and idk i just rather Dean than Gray. I STILL LOVE THEM BOTH OK??? like, this guy deserves someone who will listen to his weeping every night and weep with him. OMFG I FORGOT AB LYRA

12- LYRA IM SO SRRY- PUT HER AT NR 6 AND PUT EVERYONE DOWN A NR PLS BC I LOVE LYRA SM HER PERSONALITY IS SO BADASS AND I CAN IMAGINE HER IN A LEATHER JACKET, JEANS, AND LIKE BROWNISH REDISH DOC MARTENS OMLLLL

13(14)- Alisa Ortega- Gurl still loves my man. i lover her but Nash is MINE and LIBBIES so she better watch out. dont get me wrong, i love her and she looks out for avery sm but she broke my mans heart and i wont forgive her for that.

did i miss out anyone?

no?

oh wait

999999999999-Em!ly- the only reason she is b4 eve is bc she had heart problems and jumped off a cliff (caused her own death and lots of hurt to the rest) SO FUCK U EMILY UGHHHHH

10000000000000- Eve- Idk she js better not hurt anyone or ill hurt her.

10000000000001- Tobias Hawthorne- u raised ur grandsons well, but in the most horrendous way possible

THE END DONT KILL ME BYE

[squeebies]

matt taylor x gn reader [fluff]

i am back !! spent a … moderate amt of time on this hehe <//3 more on the way though, pls stay tuned !! and appreciate this bc I love matt mwah mwah (until dawn is kinda old, so reblogs are appreciated !! id love to see who else still loves this game <33)

“Fucking - shit,” you wheezed, attempting to flick your freezing lighter to life. You held your light source up to the flame: a rusty lantern from the floor of wherever the hell you were, and begged for it to ignite. It did, and you pulled yourself to your feet and took in your surroundings: hooks and chains and a lot of blood. If you were going to die anywhere, you figured this would be the place.

You clutched your head, all you could remember was running from this scary man and the feeling of falling - you could presume that was what got you here. A large hole stared down at you when you looked up and it almost confirmed you suspicions. Terrifying, really - that fall could’ve killed you.

But it wouldn’t explain the bite in your arm, or that huge tear in your side. You cussed - those were for later, you had to get out of this place now.

Your muddied shoes squelched against the damp ground. You held your lantern tighter as you kept walking, a monotonous dripping distantly following you everywhere you went. You ignored how your body ached, weakly trudging your way out of the freezing cave.

You continued until you reached a strange elevator shaft; far too old to work, and far too complicated to operate anyway. Beside of it was a stack of pallets, framed in a way to make it the perfect hiding spot. You regarded it loosely until you saw something reflect from your lantern’s flame. It came from under the stack of wood, a glint of silver.

You peered around the pallets and spotted a gun. A small pistol, thrown to the side carelessly. It felt weighty, almost awkward in your hand; you frowned and held it close. Deep down, you hoped you wouldn’t have to use it. Mostly because of your inexperience, but also because you didn’t know if it had any bullets in it anyway.

But then you heard them. Footsteps. They were human - surely - but you weren’t sure whose. You painfully knelt behind the pallets, extinguishing your lantern’s flame and holding your breath. If you were lucky it’d be someone who would help you out of this shithole. If you weren’t, you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t use the gun. You grazed its trigger as the footsteps stopped, then went to the elevator shaft, then -

“(Y/N) …”

“Shit!” You swore, flailing your hands and accidentally pulling the trigger. It didn’t go off; jammed, obviously. Probably because it was so old. You looked up, curling into the corner and catching your breath, “Oh my - fucking, shit, Matt!”

He flinched away, “I’m sorry - shit. Sorry, I-I just - I saw you.” Matt pulled you up and put a hand on your shoulder, “Shit, you okay? Nice to see someone else - but, fuck,” he surveyed your wounds sullenly, “you look like you’re already dead.”

You grimaced, somewhat in pain, but mostly insecurity. Matt’s words did little to comfort you and you weren’t oblivious to how shitty you must’ve looked.

He noticed. “I’m sorry - just,” he debated internally, before carefully wrapping his arms around you, “are you okay?”

You held him close, “No - I’m not sure. I don’t know,” you sobbed into the fabric of his jacket. “Have you seen anyone? What’re you - how did you get here?”

He glowered, “I’m - I don’t know. Emily, she …” he paused, “I don’t know. One second we were getting help at the radio tower - but something happened, and we fell, and I really tried to save her - I did. But I haven’t seen her since.”

There was a lot more shit going on than you thought. What psycho would - or even could - topple the radio tower? You held him tighter; you knew better than to prod him too much right now, “Matt … she’s okay - I’m sure. She’s tough.”

“Yea.” If he had more to say, he kept it to himself. Matt rested his chin on your head, “I’m just - I’m glad you’re okay. Fuck.”

He held you for a while, the burn of his lantern engulfing you two in a hazy light. Matt furrowed his brows and closed his eyes, digging his nose into your hair. He swayed with you, and even though he whispered his voice bounced off of the cavern walls, “We’re gonna get out of here. I-I don’t know how, but I swear.” You nodded a quiet ‘thank you’, and he held you the slightest bit tighter.

“Um,” you pulled away, looping Matt’s lantern into your own hand, “I don’t - we should really keep going.” You held out the cruddy pistol, “It’s jammed - but that means there’s something in it, right?”

He wasn’t sure - Matt knew next to nothing about guns. He studied the object and shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess I’ll take the chance ..?” You nodded, and he followed you closely as you two continued to look for an exit.

Matt couldn’t help but glance at your wounds again; he thought about the fire tower as well. About his encounter with that ‘thing’ that yanked him across the ground like a rag doll after trying to save Emily. It felt like everything was starting to piece together. What started as a glance turned into an engrossed stare. His turmoil swelled as his eyes lingered on the bite on your arm, and he didn’t stop himself from hooking your hand with his own, “Do you know what did this to you?”

You squeezed his hand and he pulled himself closer, “I don’t - I think it was some man. But he was so fast, and I couldn’t - I didn’t even see him.” Your head started to pound again, just like when you woke up.

You slowed to a stop. “I’m sorry, my head’s killing me. I can’t …“ you blocked your eyes from the lantern, its light almost disorienting against the dark walls. You held it away, “Please - I’m sorry, we can swap. I just -“

“No - no. You’re alright,” he grabbed the lantern with his free hand - the one once holding yours - and looped the one gripping the pistol around your waist. His voice held an unexpected persistence, gruff and low in your ear, “Let’s go.”

“Yea,” you flushed and leaned into him as you started walking. A while passed before either of you spoke again.

Matt did first, his voice as tender as his grip on you; the same question as before, “Do you - uh, do you remember anything about what happened?”

“No … no - I’m sorry. Just running. A lot.” You remembered much more really, but it felt almost indescribable. A lot of fear, a strange growling (or screaming? it was etched into your mind and yet it seemed indiscernible, so far yet so close) and the feeling of teeth through your flesh. It seemed like everything was adding up all at once and you didn’t know whether to puke or cry; there was no way it was human - let alone anything you’ve ever seen before.

Matt didn’t push it, the exhaustion on your face was evidence enough, “Yea. Something real fucked up tonight - I don’t know.”

“… Yea.”

Light blotted through holes and nooks in the mine’s walls, and you reassured yourself that - at least somewhere - there was a way out. Or maybe that was just false hope, but the idea that you were stuck down here forever was much worse than the thought that the exit was always at the next turn. The winter chill bit at you both, the drafty winds eating away at your strength as Matt guided your way. You felt at a loss, as if when you let go of him you’d be swept into this hellish nightmare alone. That thought made you sick. You held him tighter.

Matt fiddled with the lantern’s handle, his attention split from you, the path and the searing pain in his legs. And that small possibility of a tomorrow, echoing faraway in the back of his mind; he had a lot to look forward to when the sun rose. Like the ‘help’ he and Emily had called for earlier. This would all be over soon. They’d find her and she’d be okay and Matt could finally tell her what has been eating away at him and almost boiled over on the fire tower.

If he kept thinking about it he would have to write it down: ‘dump (supposedly dead) girlfriend and confess to crush - escape literal hell if possible’. He scoffed. He wasn’t certain they’d work out, but he never wanted it to end like this. If it did end like this, anyway, because it seemed like even when Matt tried to help he severed himself further away from Emily. He didn’t know what to do - because really, he did love her. But that was before, and after the exchange on the fire tower (and her rendezvous with Mike) he wasn’t sure he could stand to see her now. He wasn’t sure he would anyway - he didn’t want to think about why.

“… Matt?” Your doleful voice brought him back to his senses; he blinked and loosened his too-tight grip on your waist, “Sorry - a lot to think about.”

“Yea, I get it.” You coughed out cold, stagnant air; it reeked down here and you could feel every layer of clothing clinging to you. Either through sweat or blood, you weren’t sure. This was torture, and you could feel yourself starting to lag, “I-I can’t walk anymore.”

“C’mon, please - just a little further.”

It seemed futile. Your legs were on fire and you were suddenly very aware of the way your wounds tingled from their slight numbness. The icy air was unrelenting, piercing through your torn clothes. “No, Matt. Please.”

Matt swallowed and looked around. He knew you two weren’t anywhere close to finding a proper exit; every gate and wooden plank he broke or tried to shift to make progress only moved you two deeper into these shitty mines. It was cold and dangerous and he knew that you weren’t in any condition to start running if it were to come to that. “… Okay, yea. We’ll - we can sit. But we have to keep going then, okay?”

“Mhm.” You started toward a large crate in the unending cave, kneeling beside of it and shivering. You let out a quiet “thank you” and pat the spot beside of you expectantly, looking up at Matt.

He surveyed the area once more before sitting down and placing the lantern closest to you, “Here. I’m sorry, you must be freezing.”

You nodded, holding you palms up to the flame. Your laugh was faint-hearted, your voice even softer, “Curled up by a nice fire - just like we wanted.”

He didn’t laugh. Matt watched the way you smiled through your bloodied, split lip. The way you shook, and the way the lantern did a poor job at comforting you with its dulled flame. The way you shifted to try and hide your torn abdomen. He could feel himself bubbling over, reaching the point of no return. He shuffled closer to you, sheepish and desperate. “(Y/N).”

You furrowed your brows and tried to follow his gaze; he wasn’t looking past you, though, and you turned back to see him closer and in deep contemplation. You eyed him timidly, “What?”

He swallowed and slowly inched his hand toward yours. “I-I know this is - this is the worst time for this.” He shook his head and attempted to align his thoughts. He was never the best at this, and he couldn’t help fumbling his delivery at your doe-eyed stare.

“And neither of us really … we really don’t know what to do now, but,” his throat ran dry as he placed his hand on yours, “but, I really need you to know how I feel.”

“Matt?” You searched his eyes cluelessly, but you couldn’t understand how you hadn’t known sooner. How it didn’t piece itself together over the years. How his little glances really did mean something, and how his hand never felt warmer than right now.

He shuffled even closer, and you both leaned in. He mumbled quietly, “Do you want this ..?”

Your answer was a kiss that you should’ve given him long ago.

He didn’t know if this was what he needed, but it was what he wanted and what both of you deserved. He shuddered as you split, his shaky breath ghosting against your lips, before leaning back in for more. He cupped your cheek and trailed his other hand down to your hip, desperate to keep you close. Matt blurted out quiet, shaky ‘I love you’s’ against your neck as he gently pushed you down, pinning you against the wooden crate you once leaned on. He whispered as his hand traced lightly up your hip, “I-I have to keep you warm, right?”

You nodded breathlessly, “Yes - please.”

Your back arched against the crate and the ground, your elbows propping you up as Matt leaned over you and kissed you deeply. His hand cradled your chin and he pressed close to you with half-lidded eyes. They raked over your wounds, and though you tasted so sweet he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness. His chest swirled with pity and desire and he didn’t know what else to do except kiss you one more time.

“I love you so much - I’m so sorry.”

[freakygirlie]

Walker- 1x05~spoilers~

bye this shouldn’t have taken a month but here we are and I have no excuse other than the fact that I was avoiding tumblr anyways

~spoilers~ last warning!!!

4 MONTHS FLASHBACK WAS SO WELL SET UP!!! Walker in the Duke outfit looked good enough to eat <3 Ok and I liked Twyla in the beginning PLEASE.

‘‘Hope you can count to 11′‘ JDSJHJDSH SASS ON POINT <3

The scene of Walker shoving his head in the sink of water to ground himself was heartbreaking but at the same time so...badass idk man. Walker Ily.

‘‘August is grounded’‘ ‘‘You really want to test me? After this?’‘ SNAPPP. But like August is so scared of his dad leaving :( (i need to stop comparing sam and august in my head bye)

TRICKI!!! Micki and Trey’s interaction over his job was so cute i LOVE THEMMM. ‘’sports medicine’’ trey that’s not a thing but issok ily. Trey wanting to introduce Micki to his mom :’) OK BUT MY FAV PART WAS THAT AFTER MICKI SNAPPED AT TREY SHE IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIZED LIKE HELLO COMMUNICATION!!! WE STAN A COUPLE LIKE THIS SO MUCH!!!

SHIRTLESS WALKER ALERT SHIRTLESS WALKER ALERT H E L P.

‘‘Keep the circle small and the lies honest’‘ dAMN new instagram caption

I hate Graves. Like so much. Bitch diE. LIAM DEFENDING HIS BROTHER SO TRUE <33 MICKI DEFENDING WALKER! SO! TRUE!

JARED CALLING TWYLA BABY GIRL AND BABY DOLL PLEASE SOMEONE H E L P, LIGHTING MYSELF ON FIRE

sexy times we love ;) ‘’garlic bread and whiskey(?)’’ YUH SAME WALKER SAME.

WHY TF DOES EVERYONE THINK HE STOLE THE MONEY STAY AWAY FROM MY BOY :(

I don’t like Ruby ok. Someone tell her to go far away from August pls

MICKI GOING UNDERCOVER TO HELP WALKER SO TRUE AND SHE LOOKS SO GOERGEOUS MICKI HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS MARRY ME.

HER GOING AFTER TO HELP WALKER EVEN WHEN GRAVES TOLD HER NOT TOO I AKDJHJDHD EXPLOSION. CW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT SHIP THEM.

MICKI’S ACCENT HEEEELLLLLPPPPPPPP. ALSO WALKER’S ACCENT AS DUKEEE HELPPPPPPP. I have an accent kink apparently.

HAHHAHAHSAHJS TWYLA QUESTIONING MICKI(ADRIANA) AS TO WHO DUKE’S BEST FRIEND IS AND MICKI GUESSING IT CORRECTLY I LOVE HER. And that smug smirk she had when talking about putting him in lockup JSHJHSGS YES MICK WE KNOWWW.

‘‘there’s something she’s gotta do first’‘ I IMMEDIATELY KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE THE BULL SCENE AND I KID U NOT IT WAS EPIC. IT DELIVERED. I LOVE THAT SCENE SM<3

But the one before that! Walker and Micki’s convo! Micki ribbing Walker for being a jackass<33 and Walker knowing that she stood up for him SHUT UP I LOVE THEMMM. Walker yelling in Micki’s ear JDSJDHJ ‘’still think i’m crooked Graves?’’ a) which kinda crooked walker ;) and b) graves i hate u bye

AUGUST COMING TO FIND HIS DAD OVER THERE. OHMYGOD OK LISTEN I LOVE U BUT U ARE AN IDIOT. Legitimately i was so mad Walker didn’t scold August for doing what he did. The conversation really broke my heart though. Walker was just pleADING with his eyes for August to go away but *sighs*.

Trey and Stella’s interaction was the cUTEST!!! I love Trey so much actually. And him being coach is smth I’m also very excited to see more of, he’s gonna be great!!!(this is a very nice time to add that Jeff Pierre liked my comment on insta<33)

And then we get to the best scene of this episode. Walker and Micki along with the others about to ‘’plan’’ the new raid so they can cover the missing 300K, walker being stressed about the August situation, shaking his hand and visibly trembling, MICKI HOLDING HIS HAND TO GROUND HIM SOMEONE TAKE ME AWAY I AM D E C E A S E D. THAT SO VERY TINY SCENE MOVED ME SO MUCH SHUT UP I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM.

THE WHOLE SHOOTOUT GOING THERE ENTIRE SCENE!!!! YES BADASS TEXAS RANGERS AWESOME GUN FIGHTING BAM BAM BAM.

Also i really loved the flashbacks of Duke’s undercover time. They were really well done and flowed with the story so much, how is this show real.

But Jared Padalecki i-

‘‘I lost someone....My brother’‘ YOU LITTLE- YOU KNEW. YOU KNEW WHAT THAT WOULD DO TO US I WILL CHEW ROCKS. ‘‘he was my best friend’‘ JARED WHY WHY WHY WHY.

‘‘butch and sundance’‘ i hate this show.

Loved Walker’s fake attempt to escape, so he doesn’t blow his cover, I don’t like Twyla anymore :) but i liked Duke, the character he was and ngl I ship Twyla and Duke, no one come after me for this.

WHEN HE GOT SHOT OHMYGOD FOR A SECOND I FREAKED SO BAD.(It’s just my Sam ptsd activating no biggie :/ i need to get over spn for my own good ohmyGod)

So as far as Twyla or Clint goes, Duke’s dead.......that might....come bite them in the ass later(after watching episode 6: oops i spoke too soon:) )

Clint and Crystal’s last dance moment was cute ok dont @ me bye

LIAM AND CORDELL ARE SO CUTE OHMYGOD. Liam calling Cordell ‘Cordi’ I’m in my feels no one touch me. The hand on his necK NO ONE TOUCH ME. PROTECTIVE!LIAM RIGHTS!!!

CORDELL TELLING LIAM NONE OF THAT WITH CLINT WAS ON HIM H E L P PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER JDJSDJD I LOVE. 

THE HUG!!!! <33333

WALKER COMING HOME TO HIS KIDS AND EXPLAINING THE SITUATION!!! WE LOVE COMMUNICATION. ‘’Duke is dead’’ CHILLS.

Them burning everything, and getting rid of it all and being a family, i teared up again damn this show.

‘‘Emily’s murder....something is off,’‘ YEAH GET ON THE TRAIN BRO WHAT HAS WALKER BEEN SAYING

Micki and Trey scene!!!! I love them again, and the fact that they open up to each other and talk about what’s real and important! I love tricki so much <3

ANYWAYS THIS EPISODE WAS A BLAST!!!!! VERY WELL AND NICELY DONE WALKER JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER!!! Also so glad it didn’t end on a cliffhanger <3

Speculation/Thoughts for Episode 6:- (what i felt when i first watched the promo since this is being uploaded after the 6th ep has aired i’m an idiot ok)

WHY IS GERI SELLING THE BAR I REALLY LIKE IT! SIDESTEP SHOULD REMAIN P L E A S E. ALSO HOYT RAWLINS IS COMIGN BACK OMG OMG OMG I LOVE HIM OK YEEEEE!!! And um Liam and James investigating Emily’s murder...........without informing Walker.........that’s gonna go well.....AND HELLO WHAT DO THEY FIND??? IK SOMEONE ON THE INSIDE IS INVOLVED OK. 

Micki’s mom is coming in this ep! I wanna see how that one plays out since we know they don’t have the best relationship. *sighs* parents :) 

i cant wait 3 weeks wtf. bring walker back.