#riobeats

      hey ! so i finally got off my ass and made this - though i’m really nervous to post it up as well. i meant to do it a couple hundred followers ago - but better late than never right ? right well, honestly can’t believe i’ve hit this milestone to be honest ? i had a bit of a down period to be honest but it was nice to come back and be welcomed back into the community again ? even see some familiar faces.    i’ve met a lot of amazing people thanks to this blog; and my love for hanzo and for the people i interact / interacted with and follow. i honestly couldn’t have gotten here without you all and i’ve made a lot of memories and i’ll always think fondly back on them.    the people i’ve met, the people i’ve talked to - threaded with or just admired from afar are all amazing and special to me. each and everyone of you are like a shining star in my sky and i look at all of you in wonder ! your writing has made me push myself to be better, to improve myself and strive for more - you’ve all been a motivation to me and i can’t thank you enough from the bottom of my heart.     i wholeheartedly recommend you all follow these people, as i think you won’t regret it !

so in no particular order these are the people i send all my love to ! i apologise if i happen to miss anybody, but please do know that i love you all  - whether you’re on this list or not. it is just very hard to fit everyone on here ( though honestly i might as well just add my whole following list ! ) and i’ve included one blog on here - if you run multiple !

walk a mile in my shoes, he says, and you laugh. in versace or the louboutins he replies, and lu laughs.

        when it cuts deeper than that.

walk a mile in my shoes he says, as he pulls on his legs, when the night tears him apart and he’s curled at your side and you wonder if there will ever be a home to go back to. because your homes are teetering on the brink of extinction, famous remnants left unattended, infamous below the glass ceilings that have become floors that they walk on. second, third suns. you orbit like there’s nothing left to skate by on. and he dances, and he sings, he whistles and you are struck by something. it might be a train. speeding down the tracks at three hundred miles an hour and headed straight towards whatever disaster he’ll make of you next. 

walk a mile, and call me in the morning. walk ten, and call me tonight. walk a hundred, and a hundred more, then three hundred and we might make a song out of it. he pulls himself together for his public as you quietly fall apart in private and it’s because you know this won’t last. 

   “Think you’re faster than my babygirl    Pancake, green bean? Prove it. None of    that speed boostin’ y’like t’do, neither. Dogs    can’t speed boost, give the girl a fair chance.”

Jesse leaned down to scratch behind Pancake’s ears, unable to help but smile when she looks up at him. Damn. That’s his babygirl, alright. “Fastest darn pup I ever known, too. Managed to keep up with me when I hopped into a pickup’s bed in Texas t’collect a bounty.” 

im more of a “ i wanna kiss a cyborg ninja ” type of guy you feel

dear hanzo,

STOP

:(

lu we need caldo.