Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths. - Walt Disney
If you’ve never seen Meet the Robinson’s before, you really need too. The whole movie is based around the phrase “Keep Moving Forward” and how failing =/= failure.
This is why I left:
I saw a life with you. Not in a romantic way, but the way where when I looked at the future I saw you sitting at my dining table, confessing your worries for the 1,800th time. I saw you meeting the love of my life and introducing me to yours. I saw you loving my kids like they were your own and I saw us loving each other - platonically, simply.
But through our late night conversations about the world and about our futures - mere kids aspiring to be something great in a city that was always so poor - you spoke more about the way my smile lit your world up instead of what you’d do to create your own. You stopped fantasizing about meeting the love of your life and insisted that I was already in it, despite the fact that I said it wasn’t what I wanted. That this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
I caught the lingering stares and the subtle comments. More than anything, I noticed how we changed; how you tried to force something on me that I didn’t want, and how you kept getting hurt in the process - silently blaming me for not reciprocating feelings that I didn’t harbor in the first place.
Three years later and I feel the hatred steam off of you when you see me on the corner of my block. I ripped you off of me like a dying limb because I knew that if I held on to you, you’d cling for dear life - never looking forward to another version of your own future again. I left because I’d rather hurt you now and have you move on in due time, as opposed to not at all. I didn’t want you meeting the love of my life with a cold smile and tension wrapped around your first handshake. I didn’t want you to go home at night with no one beside you. I didn’t want you to look at my kids and wish they were ours. I didn’t want you to look backwards. I needed you to look forward.
I broke your heart for your own good. But believe me when I say that you broke mine, too.
Figure skating jumps are identified by the way the skater takes off the ice. Here are simple ways to tell them apart, using layman-friendly terms.
There are 6 different types of jumps (in order of base value): Toe loop (T), Salchow (S), Loop (Lo), Flip (F), Lutz (Lz), Axel (A).
Since Yuzuru rotates anti-clockwise in the air, these examples are for anti-clockwise jumps. For clock-wise jumpers, the left and right would reversed.
EDIT: The toe, lutz and flip can look confusingly similar. Just remember, for the toe, the skater rotates away from the foot on the ice and for the flip and lutz, the skater rotates towards the foot on the ice.
“Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” — Walt Disney
I feel like I’m so preoccupied with insecurities and doubts - about my appearance, about school, about my future career - to realize I’m the youngest I’ll ever be again. there are going to be days where I would die to be 19 again, days where I can’t remember the difference between 17 and 25 because I think in bundles of years now. soon I’ll be 65 and I won’t remember what it feels like to feel the vigor and power of running, I won’t remember feeling naive, I won’t remember feeling radiant and strong and curious. I can’t imagine myself in an older woman’s body with an older woman’s mind. I don’t want to age, I don’t want the pain of finally realizing just how fleeting life is, no matter how fulfilling it was, I don’t want the pain of reflecting on my life, looking backwards, dreaming backwards, instead of forward
↳ meet the robinsons (2007) – “around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. we keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we’re curious… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths”
Hello! Because I see a lot of bunk weird-ass body language used in fantasy novels, I thought I’d drop some knowledge on actual horse body language, as opposed to that you’ll see in corny movies. You cannot trust movies, okay? They add horse sound effects in every scene with horses when in reality horses are very quiet. Movies lie.
Here’s some basic facial expressions:
Interested (and sometimes fearful). Horses with their heads way up in the air and ears forward can be stressed and looking for a friend. But they can also just be listening or interested in something in front of them.
Bored/Tired(only one hind foot taking the weight is common; horses tend to lean on only one foot when they’re sleepy/bored/comfortable). Their heads are lowered, their eyes and ears may be droopy, and they’ll be sighing a lot. What’s most hilarious is when their mouth hangs open as such:
If you’re like me, you then play with that lip and go LIP LIP LIP LIP because you are about six years old.
Aggressive/fearful Notice that the ears are PINNED back, not just facing backward. A horse moves their ears based on what they are listening to. It’s possible that their ears are just facing backward to listen to something behind them. But if the horse looks tense, their ears are pinned to their neck, and they look prepared to bite, they are angry or afraid.
Listening (when ears move forward and backward) One key thing to look for in a horse that’s listening to you is that they are a) moving their ears back and forth b) lowering their head and c) smacking their lips. This is horse talk for “I’m paying attention to you.”
Sometimes your horse is just weird and does this lip thing. We had one horse who would do it when you gave him wormer. He did not like the taste of wormer. So he did this. It’s hilarious every single time, no matter how long you’ve had horses.
Yawning As terrifying as horse yawns look, they are not being aggressive. They are just sleepy babies with nasty teeth.
Some things horses WILL do:
Come when called (they must be trained to do so with many treats; it does not come as naturally to horses as it does dogs)
Tricks, such as bowing or rearing
Throw you off and not look back (if they’re a dick)
Throw you off and stop after a bit and wait for you (if they’re not a dick)
Bite people/buck people off they may not like.
Run under low branches to knock a rider off. Horses! They’re dicks!
Enjoy running up hills more than they enjoy running down hills (don’t ask me, horses are weird)
Change their personalities depending on who is handling them. This is not a drastic change, usually, but horses may become gentler or more stubborn depending on whether or not they sense their handler is confident
Go lame (lame=limping) at the most inopportune moments
Roll over with a rider still on them (aka bucking for the lazy, passive-aggressive horse)
Kick you if you stand behind it. I mean, most horses don’t do this, but it only takes one.
Paw at water. Think of horses as giant toddlers who like splashing puddles.
Eat things/poop while they walk and run (don’t anyone tell you that humans are the only multi-taskers)
Poop on you and fart in your face. A pastime horses enjoy.
Pick things up in their mouths and toss them around.
Lie down (some horses do lie down to rest, but they only do so when someone else in the herd is standing up. Think of it as guard duty. Horses can sleep standing up, and they most likely will not lie down if they’re in the open country and if they are the only horse)
Lie down like this:
NO WHY ARE YOU LYING DOWN LIKE THAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD JESUS.
Some things horses WILL NOT do:
Fight wolves to protect you (sorry; every man for himself)
Jump over their own paddock fence to come when called (I mean, maybe? IDK, teaching a horse to jump out of their pen sounds like an awful idea)
Jump random objects in their way when they’ve never jumped anything before, especially ravines (take it from me— horses do not leap over ditches if they’ve never done it before. I found that one out the hard way)
Put their lives at explicit risk for you (they’re not dogs. Again.)
Snort constantly like they do in movies, unless they’re sick
Talk to you via snorting/shaking their head. Horses do not understand English. (They can be trained to do this stuff to signals, like a dog. But they don’t understand what you’re saying.)
Charge into battle without regard to what they’re charging into (war horses are a thing, but I see a lot of CGI movies in which horses just fucking RAM into the other side, and I’m pretty sure this doesn’t happen. Horses can be taught to tolerate gunshots and canon fire and all kinds of stuff, but they generally enjoy not being stabbed and running straight into other horses)
Become exhausted from a relentless desert marathon, lay down to die, and then get back up when the rider gets in touch with his indigenous ancestors (thanks, Hidalgo!)
Start liking you just because you gave it an apple, even though you’re a wild Mustang and don’t like people. (thanks, Flicka!)
Pull a plow Day 1 with zero training because you decided it was a good idea to buy a Thoroughbred with the money your papa gave you a for a plow horse (thanks, War Horse!)
Run as an Arabian in a race meant for Thoroughbreds with an 8-year-old jockey or whatever (thanks, Black Stallion!)
Do magic (to my knowledge!)
Some things that are very rare for a horse to do:
Charge at you. A horse who did this would be considered very dangerous. Humans being able to handle a horse is entirely dependent upon the horse’s assumption that you can kick its ass. Once it realizes it can kill you, you have a predator animal on your hands, and dealing with a 2,000 lb predator with hooves and teeth is NOT a horse you want to have around.
Rear, just cuz. Horses rear when they are playing or fighting, and when a horse rears with a rider on, it usually means they’re being a dick, not just cuz they feel great and the sunset is behind you and you’re a cowboy. A horse can be taught to rear on command, as they do in movies. But they don’t just do it unless they’re mad at you.
Enjoy its head being hugged. Horses love hugs (or at least are neutral to them), but generally resist head hugging. I mean, what if a strange person came up to you and just clutched your head to their chest? Like, BOUNDARIES, okay?
On the “Alice in Wonderland” & “Alice Through the Looking Glass” in “Regarding Dean”
”…cause all the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put him back together again…”
-The “Humpty Dumpty” Riddle
I talked about this topic a little bit yesterday already in this post, but was too tired to expand and talk more about all of the references to Lewis Carroll’s “Alice in Wonderland” as well as “Alice Through the Looking Glass” that were inserted in this week’s episode. It was in 10x05 “Fan Fiction” that Maeve, the stage manager described the moment when Calliope started influencing their play with the words “we’re past the looking glass, people” and it couldn’t be a more fitting and more impoortant line in relation to 12x11 “Regarding Dean”, because as much as the 200th episode was about a fictional story and with it it’s characters becoming real, so one major theme of this week’s episode also dealt with the question of reality. And the uncertainty of reality, perception and truth aren’t just topics extremely heavily tackled in Lewis Carroll’s stories, these things also play a heavy and important role in our current reality/society where we are met with “alternative facts” and “fake news” every single day and which it seems Supernatural even if only very slightly is making a comment on. But don’t worry, this is all I am going to allude to here in relation to RL.
What excited and still excites me about this week’s episode is how cleverly and detailed it worked with “Alice in Wonderland” and “Alice Through the Looking Glass” references all throughout the episode. And I refuse to believe all of these are accidental - especially when taking into account how the show made a great effort in making known that Sam and Dean work in Arkansas, which is described as the “Carroll County” (see the 4th gif)
Lewis Carroll, the creator of these stories, in scientific discussion is analyzed as someone who used these stories not only as an homage to childhood, childhood innocence and the sadness about the inevitability of growing up, but he is also understood to have been a writer who tackled a whole lot of philosophical questions on semantics, language and logic in his works. In literature his two probably most famous stories surrounding Alice are described as “non-sense literature”, but if you dig deep you can find a whole lot of sense in it and also a great deal of thoughts about aspects of identity building. And that: growing up and identity shaping have been integral parts of Supernatural during these past few seasons.
10 Reasons Why I Think I Made My Worst Investments Ever
I’ve been thinking about my investment style and how it’s changed over the years.
My first few years were pretty rough. I dove right in. I put some money in a brokerage account and just started. I was buying and selling with really no real idea. It was pretty reckless. But everyone starts somewhere.
The other day I started my taxes. That had me looking back at some old trades. Some of them are just awful. But hilarious. I had to include two examples in this post (see them below). I hope by writing this all down I’ll avoid making these mistakes in the future:
1. The P/E ratio is the absolute worst metric ever. It needs to be burned off the front page of every finance website. It is a backward looking metric. The stock market is forward looking. WTF. Avoid this. If a company has a really low P/E ratio, it generally has one for a reason.
2. Stay away from any and all foreign exchange risk. If you buy stock in an ADR or a company based in a country outside the US, and that country’s currency takes a hit, your portfolio is going to feel it. Managing investments is hard enough, you should not have to also worry about currency fluctuations.
3. Picking bottoms and calling tops is Russian roulette. A stock that’s down 50% from its highs can still drop another 50% from there. A stock that’s up 100% over a year can still climb another 100% in the next year.
Here’s one trade where I tried to be the man and short NVIDIA after a massive run
And here’s another. Yes, I actually said this. I thought the tech trade was over
4. Know where you’re going to get out before you make the investment. This makes life much easier. Before you buy a stock, know why and when you’re going to cut it out of your life if it goes against you. Don’t get trapped. Don’t waste time.
5. You need to be a master at avoiding FOMO (fear of missing out). There’s nothing worse than watching a stock spike, and so you buy it. You don’t want to miss out. You just need to join in. F that. Don’t do it. Chasing a stock rarely ever works.
6. Never buy a stock because of buyout rumors or because you think it will get acquired. You want to own strong companies not rumors or theories.
7. Always know your shareholder yield. Does the company pay dividends or have a history of buying back stock? That’s money being returned to you. If there’s no shareholder yield (dividends or buybacks), you’re basically left with a bet on growth. Know the difference. It will change your timeframe and expectations for any single investment.
8. You can’t ignore the overall market. In bear markets, they say all correlations go to 1. It’s hard to find quality stocks in bear markets. Everyone makes money in bull markets so don’t let it get to your head.
9. Study the tax code. It will immediately change the way you invest or trade. Trading can be a lot of fun. But at tax time it sucks. It’s a lot of work and even more taxes. You can save up to 20% on capital gains taxes when you hold a stock for more than a year.
10. The Internet is your best friend in the world of financial markets. But you have to double check everything. There’s so much free research available. There are also so many smart people writing and sharing ideas each day. But you still need to double check it all. If you like a trading or investing idea from someone online, make sure you corroborate the data yourself.
You can’t connect the dots looking forward you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path.
A/N: There’s some mention to one of my ask fics (the star gazing & pillow fort one with motorcycle Betty) that may confuse you a little if you didn’t read it
“This is so cliché, I love it.” Veronica’s laugh bubbles out of her mouth as she reaches out to tangle her fingers with her girlfriend’s.
“I figured you would enjoy a classic go karts and mini golfing date.” Betty smiles at Ronnie, “I liked the idea of taking it a little old school for our five year anniversary.” Veronica tugs impatiently on her hand, pulling her towards the entrance.
“You make us sound old when you say it like that, B.” Betty just shrugs as she follows behind her girlfriend, admiring her curves and the perfect swell of her ass. When she finally tears her eyes away from the view, she catches sight of Veronica’s pleased smirk and rolls her eyes playfully, a soft pink tint coating her cheeks.
“We’re only twenty-three Ronnie. There’s plenty of years ahead of us to look forward to.”
“Well,” Veronica turns around, walking backwards as she draws out the word, “What I’m looking forward to right now is beating your ass in go karts and mini golf.” She winks at her before turning back around and tugging Betty up to walk alongside her.
When they reach the kiosk, Veronica starts to dig through her purse before her girlfriend stops her, handing the man the necessary amount of money for karting and mini putt. Ronnie pouts as they walk towards the race track.
“I wanted to pay.” Betty just shakes her head, a fond smile playing on her lips.
“Trust me, you don’t need to pay for anything with the amount of…gifts you gave me. The one I woke up to, the one in the shower, before and after breakfast. Not to mention the amazing antique typewriter you got me.” Veronica’s pout turns into a smug smile as they stand in line.
“I’m surprised you’re even walking straight.” The blush that spreads across Betty’s cheeks earns her a beautiful laugh.
“If we’re being honest..it’s taking everything in me to walk normal.” Veronica laughs again, the sound sending Betty’s heart fumbling.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.” She whines, her bottom lip jutting out.
“Awwww, I’m sorry baby.” Ronnie coos, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I’ll kiss it better when we’re somewhere more private.” Betty’s face somehow flushes a darker shade of pink as she listens to her girlfriend’s giggles and watches her get into one of the many awaiting karts before she shakes herself out of her stupor. Reaching into her front right pocket, she sighs in relief when her fingers brush velvet. Her heart races, yet she feels serene as she follows Veronica.
“I can’t believe I lost. I literally work with cars.” Betty groans, following a grinning Veronica.
“Well believe it babe and get ready to lose at mini golf too.” Betty just smiles and wraps her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders.
“Care to place a wager, gorgeous?” Ronnie side eyes her, head tilting in curiosity.
“What are the stakes?”
“Winner gets a lap dance and loser has to clean up Cate’s potty accidents for a week.” She pauses as she lets out a little laugh “I can’t believe you convinced me to name our dog Cate Blanchett.” Veronica’s arm snakes around her waist, snuggling into her side as they walk towards the kiosk.
“I mean, you get to name our next dog Nancy Drew so I’d say it’s even. And you’re so on. I hope you have a song in mind, ‘cause I want that dance as soon as we get to the apartments.” Betty shakes her head, grabbing their clubs and balls.
“You’re overconfidence will be your down fall, beautiful.” Veronica just laughs, accepting the club and ball handed to her.
“Don’t stand there and laugh at me!” Veronica whines. They’re on the fifth hole and Betty has discovered, to her amazement, that Ronnie has no idea how to play.
“I’m so sorry,” she trails off into a few more quieter laughs, “you were just so confident that you’d beat me and-” a snort escapes her mouth, “and you don’t even know how to swing the club.” Her girlfriend just huffs, pouting for the second time that night.
“Okay, okay, c'mere. I’ll teach you.”
Slowly, Veronica makes her way towards Betty and comes to a stop in front of her.
“You don’t need to be so stiff.” She whispers, pressing herself against Ronnie’s back and resting her hands on her hips. She gives them a light squeeze, smiling at the hitch in Veronica’s breath.
“Bend your knees slightly….Good. Now,” Betty moves her hands to rest on top of her girlfriend’s, moving them into the correct positions on the putter.
“This is where your hands should be.” Veronica nods, trying hard to focus on the mini lessons, but finding it difficult with the warmth of Betty against her.
“You don’t need to swing so hard. Just like this.” She swings their arms gently, watching as the ball rolls through the miniature windmill and into the hole on the other side.
“Okay?” She nods again, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Betty finally pulls back.
They move onto the next hole and Veronica tries once before asking Betty to show her again.
(Betty wins, but Veronica doesn’t mind giving her favorite girl a lap dance. Especially when she knows it’ll end in her favor.)
(She might’ve minded cleaning up after the puppy if she wasn’t so cute.)
They walk hand in hand towards Betty’s car, her free hand brushing her pocket to make sure the slight bulge is still there.
“This was fun.” Veronica watches as her girlfriend nods in agreement.
“Do you have any song requests for me when we get home?” Betty opens the passenger side door to the jeep for her before wandering around the front to get into the driver’s seat.
“Uhm actually…we have one more place to go.” The car starts and she pulls out. Glancing over towards the girl in the seat next to her, she notices Veronica already looking at her and her gaze darts back to the road as Ronnie continue to study her curiously.
“You seem nervous…Where are we going? What are we doing?” There’s a sudden gasp and Betty’s eyes flicker towards her in panic before Veronica continues.
“Has this all been a ploy to gain my trust just so you could take me out into the woods and murder me?” It all comes out in a rushed breath and the absurdity of the statement startles a laugh out of Betty.
“No, nothing like that.”
“Then where are we going?”
They drive into a familiar abandon parking lot and Veronica’s eyes widen in concern.
“Lovers Look Out?”
The car shuts off and Betty turns in her seat to ease her girlfriend’s qualms, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip Ronnie’s own.
“I know you probably don’t associate this place with good memories, but I was hoping to change that while we’re in town.”
She just nods at Betty’s words, trying to stop herself from thinking back to that part of their past.
“Hey, it’s okay.” She looks up at the soft tone in Betty’s voice.
“I promise I won’t leave this time. I’m never leaving you, okay?” A nod and Betty is leaning across the center console to pull Veronica into a gently kiss. Foreheads pressed together as lips barely brush.
They’ve been laying quietly in the field for a few minutes, in a blanket fort eerily similar to the last one, before either one of them breaks the silence.
“You see that there?” Betty asks quietly, finger tracing the constellation as Veronica snuggles deeper into her side and nods.
“That’s Adromeda. She was an Ethiopian princess, daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Her mother, Cassiopeia, loved to brag about how beautiful she was and had dared to say she was even more beautiful than the queen of the gods, Juno-”
She listens, enraptured as her girlfriend points to the many different pictures the stars make up, telling the stories in a way that leaves her in a trance. Eventually, they drift away from actual constellations and to made up stories and fairytales.
“That one reminds me of our fur baby back home.” Veronica murmurs, still pressed into her girlfriend’s side. Betty huffs out a laugh, looking at the bundle of stars Ronnie is pointing out. They settle down into another comfortable bout of silence before Betty is sitting up, pointing to a specific star in the sky. It’s much brighter than all the other ones and it’s intense blue hue has Veronica wondering how she hadn’t noticed before.
“That star right there, that’s your star.” She looks over to the girl sat next to her. Noticing how she’s practically shaking. Shaking with what? She doesn’t know.
“What do you mean that’s my star?”
She digs into her back pocket and grabs her wallet, pulling out a folded up sheet of laminated paper. Betty hands it to Veronica, watching nervously as she opens it.
“You did not name a star after me, Betty. That’s so gay.” Ronnie teases fondly before noticing what the name of the star is.
“Why’d you name it ‘Veronica Cooper-Lodge’?” She questions, her eyes drawing away from the paper in her hands to the kneeling girl in front of her. She notices the small black box gripped tightly in Betty’s hand and her lips part in a silent gasp as she realizes what’s happening.
“Veronica, when you first swept into Pop’s wearing that ridiculously attractive, stupid cape, I had knew then and there that you would utterly ruin me.” She pauses as she takes in a shaky breath, eyes never tearing away from her girlfriend’s gaze. “And when you kissed me at tryouts, I realized how..screwed I was. Because somehow you had wormed your way into my heart and broke it, all within a week of me knowing you. And yet, you were also the one to mend it and I’ve never met anyone who had, has, so much power over my heart.” They’re both crying and it takes everything in her to stay put and finally get the words that have been crowding her brain since they met, and not to reach out and hold Veronica.
“I’ve never found someone who just…gets me like you do. We’re soulmates, we fit together in all the right ways, similar and somehow different enough to compliment each other. Fate threw us together for a reason and who am I to deny destiny?” Betty pauses to shakily open the box, the ring glinting in the moonlight. Their eyes don’t stray from each other.
“Veronica Lodge, will you go full dark, no stars and marry me?”
AHSJDNEKSIJE MY HEART MY LORD FUKDKE. THANK YOU
You woke up slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the room. Your arm was above
your head, cuffed to a ladder. Dean was next to you; still unconscious from the
blow to the head he’d taken. You lifted your head all the way up, seeing
another Dean sitting at the table cleaning his gun.
was definitely still Dean, but he was so different. Tense and intense. Focused.
He looked as though he hadn’t smiled in years. His eyes didn’t shine the way
your Dean’s did. They were cold, mean. Militant. Part of you ached to reach out
to him. You wanted to know how he could have possibly ended up like this.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Your attention was
drawn from Future Dean to the door, where you saw a carbon copy of yourself
walk in the room carrying a silver knife, salt, and holy water. “I brought the stuff.”
for choking me out back there.” You said, trying to stretch out your cuffed
arm. “You know the cuffs are unnecessary. We’re not monsters.”
“We’re about to find out.” Future Dean
stood up and took the knife from Future Y/N, walking over and immediately
slicing Dean’s arm. Future Y/N threw salt and holy water on Dean, furrowing her
eyebrows when nothing happened.
I don’t trust nostalgia. I question the motives of people who long for the return of the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. I can’t help but wonder about the motives of those who glorify these times, putting them on a pedestal.
I mean, if you’re white, these were great times to be alive. The (white) middle class was thriving and growing exponentially. (white) Americans were getting college degrees at a higher rate than any time previously in our history. (white) Americans were buying their first home by the millions, many of them the first in their families to ever own a home. (white) Americans were enjoying a huge surge in upward mobility.
Minorities were, for the most part, left out of the greatest surge of wealth and prosperity this country had ever experienced. It was only a great time to be alive, if you were white. So, I distrust nostalgia about these times. Knowing what we know today, why would anyone want to go back to where this the norm? Why would anyone want to go back to be around and benefit from Jim Crow? Why would anyone want a return of these times? of those conditions?
This is why the whole “Make America Great Again” was so insidious. So many people see America at its greatest, at its zenith, in the years following WWII. And it was an amazing time to be alive if you were white and straight. “Affirmative action” for white people (GI college loans, VA home loans, a boom in union and manufacturing jobs that went mostly to the growing white middle class) was in full swing. But the already huge disparity and inequity between white people and every else in the country grew at an even greater rate.
Fuck the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. You can keep the 70’s and 80’s too. I just want to look forward, especially now when our country seems to be moving backwards. Keep your pin-up girls, muscle cars and all that other shit away from me, thankyouverymuch.
Hey could you possibly do one where the reader is younger than Tommy like early 20s but they’ve always had a thing and he does something which causes a huge argument and they don’t speak anymore but then the reader winds Tommy up and makes him really jealous when Michael comes along by flirting with him and all over him all the time and it brings out the worst in Tommy thanks !!