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Frank & Matt Parallels for @anna-hawk ❤️

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"you sound smart" that's because i've spent years doing academic writing to the point that it's my default cadence plus or minus the use of profanity as a tone indicator

"you sound stupid" that's because i'm dumb as fuck

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PEDRO PASCAL & LUX PASCAL 75th Primetime Emmy Awards | January 15, 2024

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ONE YEAR OF JOEL MILLER, happy anniversary old man baby girls

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PEDRO PASCAL at the 29th Annual Critics Choice Awards

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Hands down one of my favorite hairstyles of Pedro's this award season (maybe ever??). Coco did good. 👏

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Pedro Pascal acting like he is confused and surprised by the fact that people are thirsting over him

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enamoured-x · 4 months

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today is a beautiful day for elain/elriel truthers. elriel is coming home!!!

#acotar #elain archeron #azriel #elriel #hofas #shit is wild #all our theories were confirmed

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The Bat Boys & The Archeron Sisters 🫶🏼

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IT WAS RARE. I WAS THERE.

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𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵-𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳-𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭, "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰." 𝘼𝙯 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙉𝙤, 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘔𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝘼𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, “𝙎𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩."

𝙀𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯. "𝘐—𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵.

𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘖𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵. “𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵,” 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘔𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘺?" 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰. "𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.”

𝙰 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙹. 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟸

𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏. 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉.

🎨: @lulybot

Commissioned by me

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if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people

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girls live in a world where they are forced to work and there is no time to read every second of the day and a beverage does not cost one dollar. and they wonder why we’re insane

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It’s the fact that you can tell he’s in constant pain from the way he walks

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enamoured-x · 10 months

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Source

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Cowboy Din II

Fancy boots here

And Space cowboy Kickstarter here 🥰

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the love languages | joel miller (headcanons)

summary: the various ways in which joel miller expresses his love for you.

warnings/tags: implied jackson era. mentions of trauma. suggestive language and scenarios. fluff.

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a/n: ngl i was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time writing these so hope u enjoy heh

words of affirmation

joel is not the most eloquent speaker, avoiding it altogether when he has the choice, but he’ll make every effort to tell you he loves you in his own way

you've gotten use to the way his voice always sounds grumpy, even when he's perfectly content

he is a proper texan gentlemen, never missing a thank you, you’re very welcome, or reminding you that he couldn’t have done it without you

most of his verbal endearment comes from the pet names he gifts you, and only you:

“you’re so beautiful, darlin’”

“need you so bad, babygirl”

“takin’ it for me so well, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

he checks in on you regularly

"you doin' okay?"

"you let me know if you need anythin'"

he’ll never miss an opportunity to let everyone know that you’re his

“that’s my girl”

“my girl’s waitin’ for me at home”

“i gotta check with my girl first”

and on the occasional nights, when the heavy darkness returns, or nightmares plague his dreams, he’ll whisper to you, desperately hoping you believe his rare but honest words, perhaps even seeking a bit of reassurance himself:

“you know i love you. you know it, right?”

gift giving

he’s never had much, but what he does have, he shares with you

often when he walks home from a long day of patrol, he’ll stop near the garden, plucking the brightest flower he can find to gift you, secretly hoping you’ll wear it behind your ear for the rest of the evening — you always do

once his workshop is set up, he starts working on various projects for you

most of them end up being carved trinkets or new items for your shared home

but when he’s able to, he trades for some metals to wield you a dainty necklace, your name sprawled out on it in beautiful, golden cursive

you wear it everyday after that, and he immediately begins plotting whatever else he can make you to wear

quality time

even if he doesn’t say so, every moment with you is precious to joel

if the task or event at hand is something you can do together, he wants you there

the moment he returns back into town from patrols, no matter how tired, dirty, or famished he is, the first thing he does is find you, wrapping you up in his arms and savoring every lost moment

some of his most cherished evenings are spent with you and ellie inside your shared home

his favorites are family dinners, each of you assigned to a task in the kitchen, where he gets to enjoy both of his girls at his side

normally, he’s listening to the two of you sing horribly off key to whatever tape ellie found for the stereo

and when you’re lucky, you both convince him to join you in an impromptu dance session right there in the kitchen

on lazy days, you'll share the couch, you engrossed in a book while he reviews plans for whatever building they're working on next

you don't share many words during these days, but just basking in each other's presence is enough to comfort him

sometimes, he’s still shy to ask you to come out with him

be it to tommy and maria’s for dinner, or a gathering at the tipsy bison

but you are happy to assure him there’s no one else you’d rather be spending your time with

physical touch

joel is one of the most handsy men you have ever met, and you love it

seldom is there a time he isn’t touching you in one way or another

a ghostly hand at the small of your back, or shamelessly reaching out to interlock his fingers with yours while you’re in public

he’ll lovingly grip you by the biceps whenever you’re walking home from the bar, making sure to guide your drunken footsteps in the right direction

when you’re sat beside one another, his arm often finds it’s way to the back of your chair or rested casually across your shoulders

sometimes it’ll be his hand at the back of your neck, squeezing it tenderly to remind you that he’s there, thinking about you, feeling you

when you come home from a particularly long day, he does not hesitate to pull your legs over his lap, massaging his way over your tired calves and feet

he loves how soft your hair is, how sweet it smells, and never passes an opportunity to tuck a strand behind your ear, or bury his face in your neck to inhale you

during your more intimate moments, joel is ravenous, groping and caressing every inch of you he can find

he loves to feel you tremble below him, the way your slick skin sticks to his own

he’ll cradle your face, your hips, your ass, anything he can hold onto as he takes you for himself

and when you’re both finished, he kisses you in every place he pleases

there is not an inch of your body that hasn’t been touched by joel’s mouth

he’ll cuddle you for hours, all through the night and into the morning, painting shapes across your skin with his soft touch

one of his favorite things in the world is to wake up with you sprawled across his chest, his entire being bearing the weight of you, feeling the most at peace with the world

acts of service

this is joel miller’s primary love language, and you could tell that was so from the moment you met him

what he could not express with words, he expressed with actions

god forbid you ever tried to carry anything heavy, you simply would not get away with it

a shake of his head and a heavy grunt, he would wordlessly pick up wherever you left off in the task

in the same vein, you can’t remember the last time you opened a door for yourself

nothing was ever broken in your home because joel always fixed it

he’d survey the space at least once a month, making certain there was no damage to the infrastructure (the contractor, through and through)

sometimes, when he knew you had errands to run, he would pick up whatever you needed on his way back from patrol without even asking

“i was already out, it ain’t no trouble”

he does the dishes every night

on the rare occasions he isn’t home for dinner, he makes it up to you by cooking breakfast the next morning

there’s always a cup of coffee waiting for you on the counter

when you’re feeling under the weather, he trades for the necessary soup supplies

he’ll check your temperature every hour, run you a bath, make sure you have plenty of pillows to keep cozy

during the summer months, when you insist on planting flowers in your front yard, he’ll keep up with watering them, knowing how forgetful you can be, but too attached to the smile they bring to your face to let them wither

but what really wooed you was the attention to detail that he possessed

he knows your favorite foods, colors, clothes, hobbies

he never forgets parts of your past you’ve shared with him that made you sad or uncomfortable, and actively avoids coming close to something similar

he is an attentive listener

despite saying very little sometimes, he is always engaged with a nod of his head, or a concentrated mmhm

not to mention the eye contact

he uses what he knows about you to organize the sweetest of dates:

picnics in the grassy fields

guitar lessons on the front porch

once, he even rented out the entire barn to set up dinner for you, borrowing some of the string lights from the neighbors to decorate (as best he could)

most importantly, you know joel miller would do just about anything for you

and he would do so happily.

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