i love the house that we live in and i love you all too much ❤️🩹
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thinking about that scene in the beginning of episode 1 where Porsche: hardened veteran manwhore, facing eager new recruits of manwhoredom seeking his council, says, "You don't need to do anything, just give them what they want." and "You just need praise them." Before being pulled back to flirt with more women at the bar, looking exhausted for a moment before slipping back in to fun & flirty work mode.
And maybe he innately understands what those women want because, whether he knows it yet or not, he wants the same things; someone to praise him, and give him what he wants, and to not have to work for affection anymore.
And then he's fucking that woman (her titties graced in streetlight) in the Exact Same Position in which he will, in episode 13, get worshipfully pool-fucked (his titties graced in city lights) by someone who tirelessly heaps affection onto him and promises to treasure him and to never let go of his hand.
😭😭💕💗🌸🌼💕❤💗🌸🌼💖👏👏👏👏
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the biggest difference, I hope, is that J will have both photo and photographic memory to carry with her. I hope she appreciates this as much as I do. there is nothing like passing on/down things you’re passionate about. I want to witness history repeating itself (the good parts) for as long as what is written for me.
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I found this music
And then I was like, I had this picture in my head, slow dancing with Pedro, like having a moment, and he just says “you’re going to be okay”, I look up at him, we’re staring at each other, and I just smile, knowing that with him by side, yes I will be okay.
Why is my mind doing this to me 😭 how can I be okay when those are my thoughts 🤦🏻♀️ I hate being this emotional, damn
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i love u all <3 ty for being my friends
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Trying not to cry while Troy Baker played my guitar before he signed it.
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i would die for my cat i love this animal so fucking much she doesn't even know
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all my silver dreams bring me to you
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there is something unique and deeply special about monkey d luffy as a protagonist. he’s overwhelmingly ADORED by the fandom. he’s consistently the most or at least top 3 most popular characters in the whole series. peoples takes about him are gushingly positive. and that’s… really uncommon.
a LOT of fandoms i’ve witnessed or been in have a tendency to favor characters other than the main character. especially in anime. the main characters are often written as a blank slate for readers/watchers to project onto, but that makes them not as interesting and so they don’t get the fan attention.
but luffy is so far from that. and he’s ALWAYS been this way. we love him so much. he’s the heart of the story and the heart of the fandom in every single way. and i think that speaks to how well-written he is as a character. he’s fun and charming and complex and interesting and he makes us laugh and cry and cheer and hope and love. he’s able to inspire so much joy in people, both in his world but also in this one. and i think that’s really special. i feel so grateful to have found this story that means so much to me, and i’m so grateful that luffy exists.
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i know this has been said to death on here but allow me a moment of earnesty when i say people care about you. people you don’t even know care about you. i have elderly customers that call at the same time every night and my whole team remembers them by name. there’s an old man who calls and tells me four knock-knock jokes every time i talk to him, and i worry when he sounds sick and i’m relieved when he sounds better the next week. there’s a woman who calls to balance her accounts every other night and i know her dog’s name even though she never remembers mine. when i drive home in the morning there is always a man walking down the sidewalk in the same place and i wonder where he is when i don’t see him. the cashier you see at your local gas station probably remembers you. your bus driver remembers you. your neighbors remember you.
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“Floyd, could you sing to me?”
The big brother looked up from where he was tucking the blanket under Branch’s feet. “Sure thing,” he said with a light smile. “What would you like to hear? A lullaby?”
“I don’t know,” Branch mumbled as he nestled his head into the pillow. “You choose.”
Floyd could still see a crease of worry between his baby brother’s brows. He softly brushed a thumb over it in a silent reassurance that everything was going to be okay before he turned around to reach for their dad’s old guitar.
I think Floyd would often sing to Branch to get him to fall asleep, usually the songs and lullabies their parents sang when the older four were still little.
I know in the movie it seemed like they all left right after their fight, but I like to imagine that they just stormed off to cool off and that they actually left in the following days. And that this was the last song Floyd sang for Branch that night. :')
Both Sides Now (specifically this cover by Voncken)
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They snow and rain on everyone
So many things I would've done
But clouds got in the way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's clouds’ illusions, I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancin' way you feel
When every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughin' as you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions, I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now my friends, they’re acting strange
They shake their heads, and say I've changed
Well, something's lost, but something's gained
In living life each day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down
And give and take
And win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions, I recall
I really don't know life...
I really don't know life at all
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