#jules talks

[gay-pirate-anime]

Can we talk about Zoro and Sanji's date in the new FujiTV OP commercial

[pussypactcreations]

Perceived (loved)

It feels like finding hidden doors in ordinary days, like laughing at a thought you heard before I found the phrase. A quiet kind of magic lives in how we seem to be, You know the parts I’ve never said, yet somehow, still see me.

We meet between the lines of things, in half finished ideas, in glances full of meaning and in perfectly timed tears. As if the world grew softer just to let our minds align, and left a trail of golden threads connecting yours and mine.

There’s comfort in the way we don’t have to explain a thing…Like birds of a feather that change direction midair on the same wing.

And somehow, in that knowing, there’s a warmth that lingers on, a gentle kind of love that stays, no matter where we’ve gone. Not loud, not heavy, just a light that quietly proves it’s true, now I feel a little more like home each time I’m known by you.

- Jules

For the most Lovable Asher

[pookiescurls]

McLaren treating Lando like he’s Max Verstappen will never make sense to me

[marvelandsuchstuff]

every day i wake up and thank chris nolan

[whyhatewhenucanskate]

is it bad that i like… don’t respect skaters that compete with backflips

[gay-pirate-anime]

I think they should just edit anime Chopper right into the live action like Who Framed Roger Rabbit

[pussypactcreations]

Mommy Issues / Too Much

She taught me early how to fold myself small,

to make my edges softer, my voice barely at all.

Her love was a mirror that only reflected

the version of me she had already selected.

If I cried, I was “too much,” a storm overcast

if I spoke, I was “dramatic,” a shadow of the past.

My feelings were noise she refused to let land,

so I learned how to tremble with silence in hand.

She wore concern like a polished disguise,

but truth had a habit of slipping through lies.

One moment she’d hold me like glass in her care,

the next I was nothing , just empty air.

The story she told always circled back right,

she was the sun, and I borrowed her light.

Even my pain had to pass through her frame,

reshaped into something that carried her name.

I grew up inside contradictions and blame,

where love was conditional, shifting like flame.

If I broke, it was proof I had failed her design,

if I healed, it was stolen from something “divine.”

And still I kept reaching for what might be real,

for a version of her that could actually feel.

But she only knew how to echo her role

a mother who guarded her image, not soul.

Now I can name what I couldn’t then see,

how love was a weapon she used on me.

And I am not “too much” I am finally whole,

no longer a child she could shape or control.

- Jules

[pookiescurls]

Quinn having Luke’s draft pic framed in his apartment is so cute to me.