REMBER IN HIGH & LOW THE MOVIE AFTER LALA GETS KIDNAPPED ALL THE SQUADS COME TOGETHER TO RESCUE HER AND IT SHOWS THE ROAD AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU CAN SEE EACH SQUAD PULL UP AND IT’S THAT BADASS SHOT AND THE BADASS MUSIC AND YOU’RE LIKE FUCK YEAH LET’S ROCK & ROLL BUCKAROOS
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That part in trample out the days where it’s like. BOULEVAAAARD BOY give me nothing you're the one I chose........... and so it goes (drum beat & lil guitar riff) baby
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"Take me with you. For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you."
The Last Unicorn, Peter Beagle
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been playing text me by dpr since i saw you posting lipstick lover on da dash. it's the "got me focused on her lips" every time
do you want me to explode I LOVE TEXT ME! dpr ian and dpr live >>>
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SWEEERVE
BETTER MAKE WAY SKRRT SKRRT
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YOU WANNA SEE HOW FAR DOWN I CAN SINK
LET ME GO
FUCK
:)
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LET THE SKYFALL WHEN IT CRUMBLES WE WILL STAND TALL FACE IT ALL TOGETHERRR
LET THE SKYFAA;LLLLL WHEN IT CRUMBLEEESSSS
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I was so excited to write the part of the prologue into my fanfic where my apprentice first sees Goat Ghost Lucio and he baby talks his dogs and insults their clothing and now that I'm finally there, I can't write it lmaooo whhhhyyyy??? 😂
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That part with Izzy calling after Ed: ”Edward, you still got it” and Ed turning round saying: ”I know” back at him — that always stirs something up in me. It feels like a momentary return to when things must have been easier and simpler between them. (The tones of their voices there!) But gone again as soon as Ed turns away. Their completely opposite expressions as he keeps walking away.
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My work boots are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned.
Also the most comfortable. I chose them after trying on several different brands and comparing lifespan vs usage vs comfort - I needed them for a physically demanding job, not the weekend hiking trails. I could have easily chosen cheaper boots that would have lasted long enough to be worth their low price, but I know the Sam Vimes Boot Theory and knew weaker, less comfortable boots would make my life harder in the long run.
So when the outside edge of the heel started wearing down after three years of heavy use I went to the shop I got them from and said “hey this is a common problem for me with how I walk but now it’s affecting my ankles and knees and I don’t wanna have to buy a new pair, is there a way to fix this?”
The salesman at this very fancy upscale boot store said “oh yeah, there’s a shoe repair place that can give you some heel guards - it’ll keep the rubber from wearing out.”
So at 8am this morning right after my 9hr shift ends I went to the shoe repair shop and it is the most hole-in-the-wall, is-this-a-real-business-or-a-mafia-front, am-I-gonna-get-shot tiny cinder block cube I’ve ever seen in my life. I grew up plenty poor and love me a good hole-in-the-wall business, but going from upscale store to this cash-only repair shop gave me whiplash. Wasn’t expecting this when a guy who wears three piece suits to sell boots said it’s the best place to go.
The skinny kid behind the counter looks somehow 16 and 25 at the same time, but when I tell him this place was recommended he smiles and says to hand over my boots. I hand him the vaguely warm foot-smelling boots, and stand in my socks in the 3’ square entryway surrounded by every color leather polish you could buy and watch as he turns my boots around in his hands, sizes up a crescent moon bits of plastic, and unceremoniously hammers tiny nails through them before handing them back.
The heels are perfectly level again. I can walk without almost rolling my ankles. They don’t clack loudly on the pavement or feel different. This is gonna fix my knee pain. It cost $10.
This kid had every tool he needed within arms reach, worked fast and smoothly, I was in and out the door in less than 8 minutes, and it only cost $10.
I didn’t think anything could cost only $10 anymore. I’m so used to hyperinflation prices I was spiritually thrown back to the 1400’s visiting the cobbler in town square. This kid might have been that cobbler and just decided to never die.
I’m still reeling from the whiplash, and gobsmacked at the price, and thrilled I didn’t have to go buy new, worse work boots (cuz I don’t have that kind of money for a second pair, I’m expecting these ones to last a decade) and it feels like I just experienced one of the rare little chunks of magic that floats around our world.
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