#you won't change my mind

[jaratedeguadalupe]

i reckon you can't but i think he'd let you in a heartbeat no pun intended

#feel free to try to prove me wrong #you won't change my mind #i think heavy could break every bone in this mans body if he wanted to #medic is into that fyi #naturally #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy

[91-1lover]

Buck with Philip and Margaret: I think they never love me bc I annoying them with me living

Buck with Bobby and Athena: I annoying you so much so you decide to love me and care of me so I won't die

#bobby nash #buck x eddie #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 show #911onfox #incorrect quotes #911 season 6 #911 family #911 incorrect quotes #incorrect 911 quotes #athena grant nash #bobby is buck's dad #bobby and buck #margaret buckley #Athena is Buck mom #you won't change my mind

[d-saster-chron-cles]

Astarion: Fine! I don't give a shit! Tav: You seem to give a lot of shit for someone who claims not to give a shit.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #incorrect quotes #tav #this conversation actually happened #you won't change my mind

[yourdirtiestdreams]

spostare le mutandine>>>toglierle

#you won't change my mind

[marchessa]

Have you even seen Fredde?? There is no way he isn't related to Louis. plus him and Lucky also look very similar.

Personally I believe Larry was real but denying that Louis is a father is just plain delusional.

Call me delusional or whatever you want. That won't change my opinion. Preach your opinion to others who care about it.

I honestly don't care about Freddie and his family and their relation to Louis.

I'm here to have a good time.

Also have you heard about that wonderful thing? It's called Photoshop...

Full frontal pics or more importantly vids are so rare about that kid. And nowadays there are so many deepfake and artificial videos out there, so even having his pics taken more often doesn't necessarily mean they are related.

I'm simply not convinced he is his kid. I just hope that him being made a cashcow for his family (either he is Louis' child or not) means his needs are taken care of, and he has a good childhood. I wish Freddie only the best in life because he is in a shitty situation either way.

#but seriously #anon leave me alone #you won't change my mind

[dailywilliams]

Ferrari is sabotaging Charles.

#you won't change my mind #charles leclerc #f1 #dani.txt

[simplee-giggles]

Walking back and forth to work, I always have my headphones on and eyes down so I don't interact with humans

But the music is instantly paused every time I'm about to walk past a dog incase they want a fuss

#dogs are better than people #you won't change my mind

[i-swear-to-merlin]

just curious....

don't mind me.

#bbc merlin #bbc merthur #merthur #merlin #merlin poll #fandom #fandom things #Maryluis is a legend #you won't change my mind #Fanfics #we are alive #We are still waiting #once and future fandom #don't mind me

[spotted-owl-sketches]

Ch4: [first][prev][next]

#bw diary #ch4pg43-44 #pokemon bw #pokemon bianca #rival bianca #pokemon cheren #rival cheren #emolgas are the devils pokemon #you won't change my mind

[up-to-some-good]

I'm probably late already, but @impishtubist 's Sirius and Harry Saturday has given me inspiration for the first time in weeks, so I had to post this, even if it is late.

There were two weeks left in the summer and things were finally settling down. Harry had finally gotten used to Remus's presence, no longer stumbling over greeting his former professor; Sirius and Remus had sorted out their relationship after twelve years apart. Overall, the residents of Grimmauld Place had settled into a kind of peace as a new family, despite their gloomy surroundings.

Of course, it couldn't last.

The summer had been characterised by games between Harry and his godfather while Remus read, slow processing of years of trauma and separation, and small adventures into Muggle London, as well as inquiries about Harry's summer work from his new guardians which were always met with vague answers of "I'll do it next week" or "I guess I've started some of the reading". The homework had not been anyone's top priority, despite the adults' obvious concern, but Harry was running out of excuses a bit too quickly for his liking.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, for him, the real issue revealed itself that Saturday evening before dinner, with what should have been an innocuous question.

"Harry, could you tell me what the recipe says I need to do next?"

Sirius was standing at the stove, carefully and continously stirring the sauce. They were attempting to make lasagne from Hope Lupin's recipe in an attempt to cheer Remus up from a particularly rough full moon. Everything had been fine up until that point: Sirius giving instructions and obsessing over the fine details of the recipe, while Harry happily chopped vegetables and chatted about the upcoming school year.

"Harry?"

The fourteen year old looked up from his chopping board, barely registering his godfather's words.

"Can you read me the next step, kid?"

"I'll bring the recipe over to you," he offered quickly.

Sirius frowned as Harry practically sprinted across the kitchen to get the piece of parchment.

"That's alright, too," he said in confusion. "But I don't won't to spill anything on it, so I'd rather leave it on that side of the kitchen. Will you tell me what it says?"

"Well... um... I don't know what step we're on," Harry stuttered. "So, I'll take over the stirring and you can come read it."

"Haz, you've been here the whole time. Surely, you can figure out where we are?"

"Well, I could... um..."

Sirius slowly turned to his godson, removing the pot from the heat before stepping across the kitchen to halt Harry's shaking hands. He carefully guided Harry to sit down at the kitchen table, dinner momentarily forgotten.

"Harry?"

He looked up from the parchment, meeting his godfather with red eyes.

"What's going on, kid?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He seemed to curl in on himself, fixing his glasses hurriedly and sniffling. After a long pause, he mumbled something to the floor.

"Can you say that a bit louder, Haz?"

"I can't see the words!" he finally burst out, before burying his head in his hands. "They're too blurry."

Sirius wrapped an arm over Harry's shoulder while he took a moment to think. In retrospect, he realised Harry had avoided reading as far as he possibly could, passing any books over to one of the adults and answering vaguely about his homework. He hadn't even read his letters around his guardians, choosing to take them into his room and closing the door behind him.

"How long has this been an issue?" he asked gently.

"Since last summer," Harry admitted, uncovering his face to lean on his godfather. "It was fine at school, because Hermione mostly reads everything for me and I could write as long as I squinted and moved close to the parchment, but it's different here because it's pretty dark, so I've just tried to avoid it."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want to bother you. It doesn't really matter. I've been managing fine."

Sirius took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and trying to maintain his composure.

"You will never be a bother to us, Harry," he said quietly. "You probably need to see an optometrist and get a new pair of glasses. We can make an appointment for this week and have you sorted before the end of summer."

Harry blushed and cuddled closer to Sirius.

"I just worried," he muttered. "Because I know how expensive and inconvenient it is. I had to get these glasses when I was six and started school, and Uncle Vernon complained for like two weeks before we could even get an appointment and then the glasses were so expensive, so he gave me one of his old pairs to use instead."

At that, Sirius had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths, remembering his own childhood and his own parents refusing to get his eyes tested because it was inconvenient. He got his first pair of glasses when he was sixteen, after running away from home and landing safely at the Potters. He was amazed when he discovered the world wasn't blurry for everyone.

"Harry," he started carefully. "I hope you'll forgive me for saying your uncle is a terrible man, and a worse guardian."

Harry chuckled quietly at that.

"You should have your own glasses, with your prescription, and a check up every year to make sure they're still the right pair," he continued. "I'll make an appointment tomorrow, okay? We'll get you a new pair as soon as we can."

Harry nodded against Sirius's shirt and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can you promise me something, for future reference, kid?"

He felt another nod against his chest.

"Will you come to me or Moony if you have any problems, no matter how small they seem? I promise, we won't ever be mad. We just want to help you in any way we can."

"I promise," Harry mumbled. "Thank you."

"Any time, kid."

Sirius pressed a kiss to his messy hair and pulled him into a tighter hug.

"Any time."

#remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #wolfstar #sirius and harry saturday #sirius black is a good godfather #you won't change my mind #wolfstar raising harry

[a-e-s-c-h-y-l-i]

If Lin-Manuel Miranda wrote "Javert's Suicide", it would be this song, 100%

#les mierables #les mis #the brick #lin manuel miranda #hamilton musical #javert #Javert's suicide #musical #broadway #linkin park #from the inside #meteora #you won't change my mind #100% sure #This song just fits #I love linkin park

[leaving-this-hellsite]

I feel quite sad that only a small fraction of Mass Effect players were able to experience it with polish dubbing. Wrex swears so much in there. And Shepard too. So yeah, they are both slavs in my heart. What was that? Tuchanka? Nahh my man Wrex is from Częstochowa.

#headcanon #mass effect #mass effect 1 #urdnot wrex #shepard #they both are wearing adidas tracksuit #you won't change my mind #this won't gain traction for shit #wrex jest polskim dresem #poland #slavs

[papirouge]

people not washing their hands after going to the toilets are bio terrorists

#you won't change my mind #they should be jailed😷 #papi truths

[tngrace]

Letting Go Ch. 2The In-between Time

It’s a little shorter, but I have a lot more planned. I hope yall enjoy and leave me some thoughts. 

Read on A03; Letting Go Masterlist

After dinner with his aunt, uncle and their grandchildren, Bradley returns to the house he grew up in. He couldn’t bear to sell it after his mom died, and even though it sits empty more than he’s there, he still can’t bear to part with it. He pays one of the neighbors to check on it for him, and he knows from said neighbor that Mav has a tendency to stop in when he’s in town. He’s tried not to think about Mav being here. A part of him is ok with it because it was his home too, but another part, the part that is still angry with Mav, is so angry that Maverick just walks back into this place like it’s still his.

Bradley takes his time going room to room, letting the feeling of home wash over him. He knows he’s only going to have a couple of days here before the rest of the pilots land, and they have to report to Top Gun. Ice was sending out the recall orders as soon as Bradley left, but Bradley wasn’t sure any amount of time he had beforehand would be enough to prepare for seeing Mav once more.

He still remembers the day he learned his papers had been pulled. He still remembers the angry words said to his uncle’s face. He still remembers everything Mav had said, and everything he hadn’t. Bradley wanted to be just like his dad, to be just like Mav, and the fact that Mav thought he couldn’t - Bradley still thought that was bullshit, but Mav wouldn't tell him any different- hurt more than Bradley wanted to admit. So he hid it behind anger because it was easier.

As he walked through the house, with all the pictures of his childhood, pictures of him and Mav and him and his mom, he felt that anger returning tenfold. He stares at a picture of Mav holding him on his shoulders standing on the tarmac with Ice. Bradley is transported back to that day, his six year old self thinking it was the greatest day ever because he was getting to watch jets take off. Carole had caught Ice and Mav mid-laugh, and Bradley had the biggest smile on his face. He wishes times were still that simple and easy.

He growls and throws his fist toward the frame, but just barely stops before he shatters it. He wasn’t lying when he told Ice he wasn’t sure he could ever trust Mav again. He’d destroyed everything they had, and Bradley still didn’t understand why.

The next day, he wakes to a text from Ice telling him all the orders have been received, and the pilots will be landing tomorrow; Mav was included in that, but Bradley knew his uncle was still in California based on something one of the kids said at dinner the night before. Bradley lets out a deep breath before sending back an affirmative. Ice tells him what time they’ll be reporting to Top Gun the day after and wishes him well. It’s the last line Bradley reads a few times; Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need something. It’s the familiarity he’s missed and it brings his emotions to the surface, but he pushes them down. He’s going to have to be strong in his resolve if he’s going to get through this assignment.  

He takes the day and goes to visit his parents. He tries to go at least once any time he’s in the area. He wishes more than anything that they were still there. He truly believes if they were both still there, he wouldn’t be alone in this world; wouldn’t struggle with making connections with people. He blames Maverick for his lone wolf routine; it’s how Mav was his whole life, but he also destroyed Bradley’s ability to trust people.  He spends several hours there, catching them up on things and asking his dad for advice. He doesn’t expect an answer, but the gentle breeze makes him smile.

The next day Bradley spends at the beach. He’s known how to surf ever since he was a little kid, and surfing gives him the same high as flying. He feels like he needs that high, that grounding, before tackling the hardest mission he’s ever had to face. Once he stretches out on the beach to dry off, Bradley knows that everyone has landed based on the times Ice had texted him yesterday, but he hasn’t reached out. He knows they’ll all be at the Hard Deck that night seeing who all drags in, but he’s not sure he wants to go.

He’s avoided the place a lot when he’s in town. He knows Aunt Penny owns it now; he knows she doesn’t know what happened between him and Mav, and he wants to keep it that way if he’s honest. It’s not just Aunt Penny he avoids by going there. It’s the barely there memories that tickle at the back of his mind of times when he was really little. When his dad was still alive, when his dad and Mav put on a show around the piano. He ends up waiting til the last minute, throwing on a Hawaiian shirt he wears any time on leave because it makes him feel close to his dad. He grabs his aviators and his keys to the bronco, making the decision to face his memories head on now. At least he’ll have the alcohol to hide behind here.

He knows the minute he walks in that Mav is there. He saw the bike, but he can also sense it even though he refuses to look around the bar to find him. Luckily there’s plenty of people here, plenty of so-called friends, so he doesn't even have to face his aunt at the bar for drinks as the others keep getting rounds for everybody. The night rocks on, beers keep getting placed in his hand, and before he knows it, he’s loose enough that he unplugs the jukebox and sits at the piano. It’s close to the bar, close enough he can hear Penny telling Mav goodbye to chats of “overboard.” He’s not drunk enough for that, he thinks so even though he turns his head a bit, he doesn’t even look back. He steels himself and starts playing. He doesn’t see his uncle standing outside watching; he doesn’t see Aunt Penny looking between the two of them when she notices Mav outside seemingly lost. He gets lost in the music, in the feeling of putting on a show and making people happy and he feels happy for a change.

At last call, Penny finally manages to nail him down. He wasn’t intentionally avoiding her now that Mav is gone, but he’s also afraid she’ll ask questions he doesn’t want to answer. He’s not sure where she and Mav stand right now, and he doesn’t want to get in the middle of their drama or add to it with his own shit. But Penny isn’t one easily deterred, and she pulls him across the bar into a hug, echoing Aunt Sarah in the sentiment it’d been too long since he’d been seen. He gives her a sad smile with an apology. She cradles his check; “Don’t worry, I understand,” she says so softly Bradley thinks he might cry. He doesn’t know if she actually understands everything or not, but she doesn’t bring up Maverick and he’s forever grateful. He helps her close down once everyone is gone, and then he goes home to crash. The next morning he takes his time getting out of bed, hoping his resolve to be indifferent to his uncle will stay in place, and then he’s headed to Top Gun before he knows it.

#top gun maverick #tgm #top gun maverick fic #tgm fic #my writing #ch 2 #father son story #mav was b's dad #you won't change my mind

[goblin-mode-activated]

self care is drinking cherry juice from a fancy glass USING A STRAW WITH LITTLE DOTS ON IT

#you won't change my mind

[my-dear-ceramic-frogs]

PB&J thief

#house md #fanart #house md fanart #house fanart #hilson #screencap redraw s3e9 #sometimes you see a shot and go fuck yeah. and then draw it. #this is the one that I said I was gonna paint but I changed my mind and did markers like usual #markers are my favorite #if wilson was more of a bitch he'd jab house in the hand with that butter knife. but he won't