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anonymous asked:

I need to see the new batb movie for Gafou like that was my childhood ship lmao

YES
Y E S
I’m speaking for myself, don’t get me wrong, but… I love the scenes of them more than the entire movie.
Not as a ship, but as characters! Their moments were just gold.
I do not hate that movie, tho! It’s not bad, but… Meh.

And I ship Gafou so hard omg.

AotC Is a weird-ass movie

 I have fond memories of specific scenes, and there is a lot of them (like, every scene involving Obi-Wan, this movie was a gold mine of them), but when I watch it I am like

what the everloving fuck

i feel like i’m in some bad American bogan movie like the hangover or some shite. left for Gold Coast 4 hours ago (live 40 minutes from it) have gone to the city and every northern and southern suburb, changed cars, got a 4 wheel drive, headed to a pokies venue accidentally in search of toilets, are waiting for post people to meet us in a carpark in the middle of nowhere so have all wandered off to a bottelo…. now 2 hours away from coast. We now have easily 60 bottles of alcohol in the car and counting. the rain has ruined my hair and makeup. never going to get to our suite and finally start partying WHAT IS THIS

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.