Lucy Liu + this red pantsuit in Set It Up (2018)
A lot of men proposed to me in my 20s. I could be thrice divorced by now.
honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades
woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words
wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles
saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person
ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold
thunderstorms: leather jackets, eyeliner wings, sharpening their smiles, lace-up boots, vinyl records, wikipedia articles, tangled earphones, cigarette afternoons
Brian wanting to paint something awesome for noah and asking jude for help because let’s be honest the boy can’t even draw a straight line. And Jude gets so excited !!!! She gathers pamphlets and art books and tries to teach him a billion techniques he can’t even begin to comprehend and he’s just! so! lost! He spends a week working on 5 different sketches and “ohmygod jude they’re terrible, i’m terrible, i don’t know how you two do it, i should have sticked to sports. Do you think he’d like a signed ball??? Or maybe a telescope??” Oscar just laughs because god damn of course picasso would fall in love with a guy who can’t tell the difference between the color yellow and the color mustard. In the end, he ends up giving Noah a simple pencil drawing of him and noah star gazing with smudges all over bc he’s left handed and the struggle is real. he writes a tiny ‘i love you’ in the corner of the paper with a smiley face bc he’s a fucking dork like that and he’s so embarrased when he gives it to Noah like srsly he can’t even look at him. But even though it’s kinda terrible and it looks like it was done by a 9-year-old in sweetwine standards, Noah absolutely loves it. And late at night he stares at it and tries to hold back tears because jesus he has spent so much of his time drawing and painting the world and the people around him and no one besides his sister had ever taken the time to draw something JUST FOR HIM. and of course he spends the rest of the week grinning ,feeling like he’s walking on clouds and god he’s honestly considering having it framed????? and he’s so so glad he isn’t a horse because he loves that rock-collecting baseball-playing boy so damn much and he doesn’t know where he would be without him.
I’m seeing this beautiful weather right now. It’s so pretty it’s giving me anxiety.
Me: *former bookworm who hasn’t read more than one or two actual books in over a year*
Friend: Whatcha doin’?
Me: *unable to tear attention from particularly angsty fanfic* Nothing, just reading
Friend: Oh my god, how do you read all the time??! Is there anything you haven’t read?? I just can’t read! How many books did you read in the holidays??
Me: 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫
Friend: Ten?? Twenty?!
Me: *after going home*
Agent Clint Barton "You wanna make amends? Then you get off your ass." *I tried.
me: *patiently waiting for talented people to start writing “fbi agent watching me AU” fanfics of my otps*
fbi agent watching me:
a: spend more time picking which pen and washi tape to use than actually taking notes. their notebook is a giant rainbow explosion.
b: simple. one pen, one notebook, maybe a highlighter if they’re feeling fancy.
c: takes notes on their laptop. organized, minimalist, timely. they have two windows open at all times: homework and tumblr.
d: doesn’t take many notes because they zone out for half of each class and is on their phone for the rest.
e: audio records the classes as well as taking notes by hand. later re-writes notes and types them *just in case* they lose their notebook. they never do.
f: never actually shows up to class, and if they do, they somehow forgot to bring a pen and paper.
g: you never see them taking any notes, instead they are always eating chipotle or mcdonalds in class. yet somehow they have the highest grade in the class.