And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
That’s the thing about cake…it demands to be eaten.
This is the most brilliant thing out of all things that are brilliant.
I ate the cake the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once…
My thoughts are like icing I can’t fathom into lettering…
It would be a pleasure to have my cake eaten by you, Hazel Grace.
It’s a metaphor, see. You put the cake between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to be tasty.
This is perfection.
If you ever want to shut me up, let me ride shotgun, turn the music up, wind down the windows and drive me down a dark road under a starry sky.
This is when I’m at my best.
I have a passionate love affair with the way the world looks from a moving vehicle.
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
^This should have been the Boogeyman movie
do iiiiit. watch meerrrlliiinn.
(also: this post of mine is decades old. HOW IS IT STILL GOING?)
I think this would get all kinds of gloriously awkward pretty damn fast. Harry’s going to wonder why Merlin is a servant boy and not a powerful wizard with a staff, and Arthur’s going to be wondering why apparent hunters wear such flimsy cloth.
Dean’s going to be wondering if Sherlock is possessed by an angel or a demon because godammit nobody but those guys acts like that, and John’s going to be wondering who on earth this special Doctor friend of Sherlock’s is.
Rory will wonder if a thirteen year old boy with a stick can really help before he remembers the Sonic Screwdriver is a stick and the Doctor acts about thirteen anyway. Sam will wonder if Arthur has Excalibur somewhere, and does this mean they’re hunting dragons again?
Sherlock will wonder how long it will take everyone but the Doctor and himself to figure out what’s going on.
The Doctor will probably wonder if everyone he’s picked up will like bunk-beds.
Dean will get in shouting matches with all the British people over the correct names of food.
Captain Jack will show up and try to seduce everybody except Harry. Dean will give him a bloody nose for trying and he will complain about early 21st century heternormativity while Dean glowers and talks about pussy in excess.
Sam will geek out over everything, which the Doctor finds delightful and Sherlock will find tedious.
And then Dean will try to hit on Amy, only to be interrupted by Rory and say, “You’re married to him!?”
Dean will give him a bloody nose for trying and he will complain about early 21st century heternormativity while Dean glowers and talks about pussy in excess.
Captain Jack will show up and try to seduce everybody
BEST CROSSOVER EVER.
I’m just looking forward to Harry’s first, “Merlin’s ______!” exclamation.
Every time, this gets better. Every time.
Also, Em. You know it would be “Merlin’s Beard!” and Arthur would just sort of look over at him like “What is this guy on about because he’s basically got more facial hair than you.”
A more accurate exclamation would be, “Arthur’s beard!” and then Gwen would be like, “Oh, you called?”
and then Gwen would be like, “Oh, you called?”
Writing is weird.
One minute you are telling a story.
The next minute you are researching the average amount of snowfall Edinburgh gets.
or how to kill someone with a piece of barbed wire and a tomato
Or how much force it takes to dent a human skull with a can of Pepsi.
or trying to explain to your mother why you were looking up names on a parenting website