"i remember first seeing this and thinking, 'geez, i've never seen anything like this before,' it reminds me of maybe some old thing from a movie in the thirties or something where there'd be a little jazz band playing with their shadows on the wall" (robbie in the last waltz dvd commentary)
im crying
that's what he MEANT THATS WHAT MARTY MEANT. just like in nyny, thats thats
he understood marty, he thats thats
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the universe loves you
the universe has trees and dogs and clouds and stars and friends and jupiter and polar bears and fruit and black holes and flowers!!! and it's all beautiful and full of love and it's all for you!!!!!!!!
the universe has geodes and moss and purple and water and sugar and cats and stars and moons and you!!!! the universe has you and you are beautiful and i love you!!!!!!!
the universe has music and rice and asteroids and rocks and rivers and crabs and blankets and leaves and art and it's love it's love it's always been love !!!!!!!!!!!
I was tempted not to post this because I loved looking at it but I'm going to @ everyone who follows me and say "this is for you, too."
I love you, I love you, I love you.
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Hiiiii!!! You’re doing great!! Even with a few setbacks, I know that you are strong, and I know that you’re an amazing person <3
Things can be hard sometimes, but I hope you remember that there are always people that will have your back
peeking out from under my rock
thanks caly. i love you. you are so genuine and kind and so sweet.
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It has been a long while since I have checked in on my followed blogs and I feel absolutely terrible for it. How are you doing? I hope well. Thank you for being you. In case no one has said lately you're incredible and shine like the stars.
Awwww holy crap, this is so sweet. Thank you! You’re fabulous!
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you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………
Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.
“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.
he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.
but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.
“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.
you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.
“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.
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