#the best of friends

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

Thinking about how even though Riz is cool with "the ball" nickname Ragh always refuses to call him that

Because yeah, Riz has reclaimed it and Fabian only uses it as a form of endearment

But Ragh started that nickname explicitly to bully Riz. And is always going to try and distance from that version of himself.

#thinking about ragh and riz again #the best of friends #fantasy high

[marcelineuntitled]

love these two, they're so fun

#the best of friends #started haikyuu semi recently and augh #i only got into it after maybe the second episode but i like it so much its so fun and #all the characters are so neat #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukiyama #tsukishima kei fanart #yamaguchi tadashi fanart #tsukiyama fanart #my art

[renegadesstuff]

The cutest best friends 🥹🤍

#friends #friends series #chandler bing #joey tribbiani #matthew perry #matt leblanc #chandler and joey #joey and chandler #best friends #the best of friends #🥹🥹🥹🤍

[puzzling-angel]

fuck it, you guys are getting my sketchbook scribblings because i had to get them out of my mind. look at them. two besties having fun messing shit up. learning what consequences are. i love them

#ghost trick #sissel #lynne #i really love them #the best of friends #my art

[farmerbebop]

I heard some birds singing at midnight yesterday and thought "At least McGoohan photoshopping has one good side effect, I guess".

So I put him in paintings again, while thinking of my paternal grandpa, who died before I was born. Yes, in case you are wondering, he also "resigned".

He was chosen to be a revolutionary at a very young age by an army officer who came across a group of boys playing one day and noticed one of them was different than the rest. He was then trained among the "elite" of his generation, who all went on to be high-ranking politicians, except him.

While he and his wife were out there fighting against the biggest war machine in the world, his son was raised on a thousand lines of epic poetry recited to him by his illiterate grandma, on the songs and poems of his father's friends. Dad didn't mind not being as talented as his father, in music, poetry, sport, everything. He loved swimming in the river, playing the guitar, and being mischievous. He later caused his mother many troubles, the least of them was him saying "How can I work for a boss who is less qualified than I am?" everytime she sent him somewhere to apply for a job.

How my grandma raised three kids alone after grandpa's death, how she wrote poems for him every year on his death anniversary, how we struggled and are still struggling to live, like many millions of our people who don't belong to the rich and corrupt ruling class of our country, I can't really tell you. I have never been good at this.

I just want to say one more thing. That "The Best of Friends" also reminds me of my best friend. She used to take a nap after lunch, I didn't. Everytime I turned up at her door after lunch she told me "What are you doing here?". And then let me in. After doing the dishes, she and her sister soon fell asleep with me lying between them, wide awake, daydreaming the summer noons of my childhood away. Those were probably the happiest days of my life.

References:

Pereza andaluza (Julio Romero de Torres)

Reading by Candlelight (Carl Vilhelm Holsøe)

In front of the house (Józef Mehoffer)

Wild Friend (Évariste Carpentier)

#The Best of Friends #patrick mcgoohan #my lousy photoshopping #mcgoohan at the museum

[undertheredhood]

i just know that every time someone calls kim dokja ugly, yoo sangah (the only person who knew him before the apocalypse and before his face-censoring) is hysterically cackling in the background

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader #kim dokja #kdj #yoo sangah #ysa #kim dokja and yoo sangah friendship #pretty kim dokja 2023! #the best of friends #kdj and ysa are besties

[ryan-waddell11]

WESLEY AND JOSEPH ARE THE BEST OF FRIENDS. I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH

ALSO CHARLIE WAS WITH THEM 🥹🫶🏻

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things vol 1 #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #the hellfire club #joe quinn #netflix #eddie deserves better #actual love of my life #stranger things vol 2 #eddie munson graduated #loml energy #i’m looking respectfully #corroded coffin #the best dungeon master #Charlie heaton i love you #Wesley and Joseph #the best of friends #friendship goals #love their dynamic so muc

[princesslocket]

may I offer you a meme in these trying times?

I’ll do better art of them later but lmao this came to my mind and was like. yeah.

#submission #ozrockbitway #art by op #omp omp omp #behold them #the best of friends #this is the literal cutest thing ever #friendship acquired #i laughed way too hard at this #a world of pain to whoever hurt them #ocs #oc by op #vale #my oc #locket cantu #twisted wonderland #more art incoming #just came here for a quick break #but now you've motivated to get back at it #let's do this #hehehehe

[lvl3glassfrog]

I choose to believe that when Dr. Van Helsing said "my Lord Arthur and Quincey" he meant it affectively.

#they're all buddies #the best of friends #the chummiest pals #dracula daily #abraham van helsing #arthur holmwood #quincey morris

[its-unicowen-blog]

MORE HEADCANONS I BEG YOU

I do have one more!

In our production, Ricky is just as freaked out and scared of Jane as the rest of the choir. He ends up talking to her after the birthday scene because he just happens to be the closest to her in proximity. During the scene though is when the two of them truly connect, and Ricky becomes Jane’s first and closest friend in the after life because he understands and knows what it’s like to feel alone and unseen.

Matt, who played Ricky, and I would always quietly addlib the rest of the scene and some of the things he would say would melt my heart. Here is how it usually went-

Ricky: Have you tried your cupcake?

Jane: What do I do with Cupcake?

Ricky:… Well… you eat it

Jane: ( licks a sliver of the cupcake and enjoy the heck out of it) oooo!! (Offers Ricky cupcake)

Ricky: Oh! Umm ok. (Tries it) Woah! Cupcakes taste so much better in the after life. There was this bakery down town, and I always-

Jane: Bakery…?

Ricky: Yeah! Th- Do you remember anything from when you were alive?

Jane: no…

Ricky: Well… that means you get to make new memories!

Jane: yeah…!

Ricky: How long have you- been here?

Jane: I don’t know…

Ricky: Yeah same here… you know I actually felt pretty alone on earth

Jane: Oh… I’m sorry… it’s not fun being alone

Ricky: It’s ok though! I had a wonderful life! And, well, I have you guys now!

Jane: It’s nice having people around

Ricky: (smiles) we call that friends

Jane: (:0)…Are we friends?

Ricky: Yeah! If you want to be

Jane: (Pats him on the shoulder like he did after she asked if Savannah can have the greenest eyes) friends:)

Ricky: (Pats her on the shoulder too)

#opera wyoming rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #jane doe ride the cyclone #jane doe rtc #ricky potts ride the cyclone #Ricky Potts x Jane Doe #platonic space dolls #they are friends #the best of friends #afterlife buds #space dolls RTC

[paulmccfan-beatlesfan12]

Paul McCartney and John Lennon, (1965) Photos taken by David Bailey.

“One of us might think of a song completely, and the other might just add a bit. Or we might write alternate lines. We never argue. If one of us says he doesn't like a bit, the other agrees. It just doesn't matter that much. I care about being a song writer, but I don't care passionately about each song.”

—Paul McCartney, 1966

“The way that Lennon and McCartney worked together wasn't the Rodgers-and-Hart kind of collaboration. It was more a question of one of them trying to write a song, getting stuck, and asking the other: 'I need a middle eight. What have you got?' They were both tunesmiths in their own right, and would help each other out as the need arose. ... But as they developed their art, each moved on to writing songs entirely on his own. Collaboration became rare, apart from the odd word or line; it was either a John Lennon song or a Paul McCartney song.”

—George Martin, All You Need Is Ears, 1979

“Paul and I made a deal when we were 15. There was never a legal deal between us, just a deal we made when we decided to write together that we put both our names on it, no matter what.”

-John Lennon

“We knew we were good. People used to say to us, 'Do you think John and you are good songwriters?' and I'd say— "Yeah it may sound conceited but it would be stupid of me to say 'No, I don't,' or 'Well, we're not bad' because we are good." Let's face it. If you were in my position, which was working with John Lennon, who was a great, great man — It's like that film 'Little Big Man.' He says, 'We wasn't just playing Indians, we was LIVIN' Indians.' And that's what it was. I wasn't just talking about it, I was living it. I was actually working with the great John Lennon, and he with me. It was very exciting.”

—Paul McCartney, 1988

#the Beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #david bailey #photography #rock music #1960s #the best of friends #love #quotes

[theevilesti]

The loss of a pet is devastating. They're every bit a member of the family, just as much as any human, and their absence and the pain it causes cannot be overstated.

R.I.P. Mr Monty. You lived a long, loved, and ballsy life - even in the absence of them. If you see my dog around in the afterlife, give him my best.

And don't bap his snoot. He's a good boy.

#pets #the best of friends #rest in peace

[lonestar-badash]

We would get kicked out for a lot of things @romantic-n-naughtysoul 🤪.

But seriously, we need to check our privacy settings.

#l-ba #p2 #the best of friends #she gets me

[felrend]

B-12 had the most gut wrenching story that I’ve heard in a long time. But I didn’t think he’d cut me so deeply

#stray #stray game #stray spoilers #spoilers #b-12 #b 12 #b 12 stray #scientist #robot #the best of friends #I knew he would hurt me #but not like this #ugh #brb crying #screen shots #video games #playstaion #playstation 5

[stigm4v]

a playlist to listen to when you're reading about how james and regulus fall in love, or when everything gets complicated 🥹🏳️‍🌈 for every situation in which they are related

#jegulus #harry potter #james x regulus #regulus deserved better #regulus black #james potter #regulus arcturus black #regulus kinnie #james kinnie #marauders #the marauders #the best of friends #bts #kpop #Spotify #lgbtq #swim

[under-theweirwood]

Snippet Saturday

below the cut: a very early moment of Prongsfoot friendship and tenderness. tagged by @quietlemonhush to post a snippet and here i am, two days later, with a snippet. (also a reminder to read my other new wolfstar fic) 

tagging @newsom and anyone else who wants to participate ;-) gotta rebuild my repertoire of fic friends (tm) after a long time off tumblr so hit my line if you want to be best friends on this website. 

James awoke up to watery gray dawn light outside and the sound of someone nearby being very unhappy. It isn’t Peter, or Remus, who had both fallen asleep with the curtains ajar around their beds. It’s Sirius, whose bed is closet to James, who barely said a word since sitting down at the Gryffindor table. His curtains were drawn around his bed still, but from within them James could hear a wet gasping sound, as though Sirius were sobbing or breathing hard or both. 

James considered his options. It was far too early to be awake, and his soft sheets and fluffy blanket called to him, to curl back up and leave the other boy to whatever it was that he was doing. At the same time, though, his Mum had told me to always make sure to check on the people he cared about, and sure he didn’t know Sirius well (yet, he added to himself) but he was pretty sure he cared. 

“Alright, mate?” James whispered quietly, leaning across the gap between beds to get as close to Sirius’s curtains as he could. 

In response there was a mumble, wet and low. Then, Sirius pulled back the curtain to peer out at James. Under his heavy dark fringe, his grey-blue eyes were wide and full of tears. His face was wet, too, like he’d been crying for ages. James wondered how long he’d been awake, so sad and all alone in his bed. 

“It’s really early,” James whispered, because he needed to say something. “I don’t even think the birds are up yet.” 

Sirius half-nodded, and started to make a whimpering noise before clapping his hands over his mouth to silence it. “Please don’t tell,” he said, and his voice was squeaky. “You can do what you want to me but don’t tell anyone-” He broke off in another whimper. 

James was confused. It was so early, and Sirius was so sad, and James was getting hungry, which certainly wasn’t right for the situation... “Do what to you? What would I be doing?” He felt like maybe he’d missed something. 

Sirius considered for a moment, taking quivering breaths. “Don’t tell the others that I’m weak,” he said, rubbing at his eyes like he could erase the evidence. 

“I won’t,” James said solemnly, before repeating it in a whisper. “I won’t.” After a second of thinking furiously, he added, “Why would I do that?” 

“Because I’m weak and stupid and I don’t belong here.” His voice broke halfway through and then he was crying again, hands over his mouth, shoulders shaking. 

James was quite alarmed. “I don’t think you’re any of those things,” he said kindly. Feeling far out of his depth, he added, “If the Hat says you belong here of course you do. The Sorting Hat magic is even older than Hogwarts, my Mum says.” 

“Do you want to come lay in my bed?” He asked. “My mum always told me to do that when I got sad in the night.” James crossed back to his bed and patted the space next to him. 

Sirius eyes him again, suspiciously for a second as though it might be a trick, before sniffling and hopping across the gap to settle next to James. 

Up close, James was even more worried about his new friend. Sirius’s lips were bloody and cracked, like he’d been chewing them, and his nails were bitten down to the quicks. Everything about him was raw and pink and sad. James couldn’t imagine feeling so sad; everything he had wanted at Hogwarts was already coming true. Sorted into Gryffindor, found some friends-- nothing could dampen those twin joys, even knowing he couldn’t try out for Quidditch for years and years. 

“Thanks,” Sirius mumbled. 

“‘course,” James replied easily. “It’s what friends are for.” 

Sirius smiled at that, and it was like his face cracking open and light flooding in everywhere. “Friends?” He asked, tentatively. 

“Of course friends.” 

Sirius smiled even wider.

#snippet saturday #liv fic #wolfstar #prongsfoot #the best of friends #sirius black #james potter #platonic prongsfoot always shares beds #duh