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can’t explain to you the visions I have of garcia and langdon bffism extending to garcia loving mel DOWN when she realizes how close mel and langdon are like that’s her girlllll and she doesn’t even have it in her to be snarky to mel anymore like she’s so nice and sweet to her that everyone is so confused thinking garcia is hitting on mel like she did with trinity but NOPE garcia just loves mel. that’s her bestie deadass. She might (would) pick mel over Langdon.

Honestly Frank Langdon could look right into the camera and say he has a happy marriage and I still wouldn’t believe him.

where are my strattlings at. woman who takes care of everyone from afar. who always makes sure people's contributions get recognized. that people get little birthday celebrations. that there is real food on the vat and coffee preferences on the hail mary because people need little luxuries to live, not just survive, and she wants humanity to live, not just survive. she never looks for recognition for any of it, she is never vocal about it. she's just silently kind in a million small ways. and watches from the outside while everyone reaps the benefits of it

there is no discourse between gen z and millenials. we are siblings. come on lil bro, ill take you to amc. yeah we can go there early and play the arcade games before the movie starts.

Can we get popcorn and a drink to share :)

we sure can buddy, we sure can

Why do the two reblogs read like a soldier dying in their friends arms and talking about when they’ll get back home to give them a bit of comfort before they die

because have you seen the economy and society lately

“He smells like whiskey and cigarettes” EW GROSS—!! I-I mean— mmm, sexy y-yeah. Yeah that’s hot.. I guess.

jack abbot be kind to me. jack abbot be gentle but firm in your approach as you show genuine concern with that low raspy tone and furrowed brow. jack abbot please brush my hair behind my ears and cup my head between your hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks to get me to really listen to you. jack abbot stare at me with those soft but assessing eyes and dip your head to force my eye contact in a way that is so caring and intense that it strips me bare and leaves me vulnerable enough to finally crumple in your arms. jack abbot please shush me softly and cradle my head in your arms and stroke my hair, please press your lips to my skin and whisper that you got me, it’s okay. jack abbot please please please.