sorry I liked your post a second after you posted it I don’t have a life

i'm also in love with you but let's not talk about that

Top Gun Memes 2/? ― TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

Also tell me in the tags cos it doesn't show people's names on votes :3

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

So i'm working on a project that involves looking at people's opinions on public transportation, and something that keeps coming up is that a lot of people like the idea of public transportation but ridership is at the same time low, so I wanna figure out what stops people from riding.

If you could reblog this for bigger sample size that would be so so appreciated

reblogging since there's about a day left on this thing

a little tmi on tumblr is good for the soul btw

there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

The Holdovers was a little movie that we made in Boston, about three people that came together to form a little family.

t-minus two days until the move™️. cried last night and i am too afraid of crying again so i won’t be acknowledging any of the good things that happened to me today

(edit: coworkers came over to say goodbye to me so i did in fact start crying)

held off on the real tears until now. and then forced myself to pull it together and listen to i can do it with a broken heart because bitch, your future is calling.

long live (b.r.b.)

a/n: and thus concludes the same mistakes-verse series. this is the “secret ending” i have been hinting around for a few months now. I don’t know how much more of this series i’ll be writing, so i just want to say how astounded I am by the reaction to this little series. if you have supported me and followed this to the very end, you have no idea how deep my appreciation goes. Rebel and I have grown up together and I’ll always hold a special place for her in my heart. may she live happily ever after.

summary: With the announcement of Maverick’s retirement, a decision awaits Rebel about what her future with the Navy holds. 

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse 

warnings: this one’s bittersweet, swearing probably, alcohol mentions, mentions of charlie/mav, this one’s short and sweet

word count: 2.9k

“but if, God forbid, fate should step in/and force us into a goodbye/if you have children some day/when they point to the pictures/please, tell ‘em my name”

The night is warm as you all sit out on Penny and Maverick’s patio, the sounds of the ocean waves distant in the background, only barely heard underneath the low of music and lively chatter. 

Keep reading

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies