#scottgrim

Ah, I'm so gladyou enjoy the queue!  I'm always so happy to see that it'sappreciated by so many people :D

Honestly, I wasjust trying to come up with ideas to fill up my queue every morningwhile I was at community college, because I wanted to keep my blogactive while I was away, and I tried to come up with themes for eachday because I like themes (I would do like...dragons one day, andunicorns another day, and starry skies or something the next...)

But coming upwith a new theme for every single day was getting pretty tiresome,and I had set up a few just plain Pokemon queues when I thought “whydon't I just start with Bulbasaur and keep going”

R: a song that I’ve listened to lots of times recently

Weezer- The Greatest Man That Ever Lived

The rain wouldn’t subside. Neither would his pace. Left, right, left, right. There was no stopping his feet. Drip, drop, drip, drop. There was no stopping the tears. That didn’t matter though. Nothing did. He was lost… but as long as he kept walking it felt like he was getting somewhere.

He passed Sixth St. The rain left an imprint on his soul at a young age. It was here were he had heard it’s siren-like call first. Curiosity begets the sins of the heart, and he had a curiosity comparable to none other. Thus, that fateful day he heard the rain, he was enthralled to follow it to his untimely demise.

He passed Fifth St. Memories of wonder and youth would permeate the neighborhood forever. Immense sentiments such as love and happiness can hardly be washed away by the tides of time. Though, they can certainly be distorted and hazed, and be overshadowed by pain and sorrow.

29 - LAST one cooking for the other | Cassadee and Jackson addition 

Well, Jackson would be completely and utterly annoyed with constantly eating ramen noodles all the time (Cassadee’s specialty because she never learned how to cook) would bring it upon himself to cook dinner for a change. I could see him google-ing recipes for food trying to figure out which sounds the most appealing to him.Ultimately he would be cooking for himself disregarding whether or not Cassadee would enjoy it (because Jackson’s a jackass like that). He’d probably try to make bangers and mash since he hasn’t had it since he was fourteen when his mother made it for dinner one night, but he would break down in the middle of making it because of the painful memories.Cassadee would teleport into the kitchen while he’s throwing potatoes across the room creating holes in the kitchen wall and instantly try to calm him down. The older gentlemen can’t be pacified so I see the whole thing ending in a fight in the kitchen. Cassadee would use a pot to knock the brute out and bring him over to the couch to rest as she continues what he had started.

When the food finished cooking, Cassadee would lay out the food on the table for the two of them to eat as well as lighting a candle because she would see it as an apologetic gesture. When the food cools on the table, Cassadee would go back into the living room to where Jackson laid unconscious and heal the huge bump on his head and ultimately wake him up from his forced slumber.  

Cassadee would wear an awkward smile because even though she is sorry she doesn’t know how to express it and leads him to the kitchen and to where the food is set. 

18. Does love really exist?