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bubblegumflavor · 2 years
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Some soft, cuddly 80s LawRusso ☺️ (possibly the prequel to this 🙈💕 Am I a little obsessed with Daniel wearing Johnny's clothes? ...Mayyyyybeeee...)
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watchyourbuck · 24 days
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Inspiration Sunday | A.R.C.A.N.E.3
“You okay?” Buck asked, turning his body and wincing at the pain of resting his head on his hand.
Eddie sighed, hiding his face in his own. “Yeah, I’m just… jumpy.” He sighed again. Buck frowned, reincorporating a little bit. “I keep thinking what could’ve happened to you out there.”
“Eddie, I’m fine,” he mumbled patiently. “I’m not defenseless, I know how to use our weapons.”
From across the room, Eddie scoffed, then cleared his throat. “It’s not about you being damn good with that machete, which I know you are,” he said, watching Buck nod in agreement. “It’s about the fact that you- it’s like you think this Camp could go on without you.”
Silence.
“…That I could go on without you.”
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justimajin · 9 months
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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Moodboard
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➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 
➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut 
↳ Arranged Marriage AU
➟ Word Count: 49.5k / 11 parts
➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread. 
➟ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 [M] Part 11 
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thiamsxbitch · 3 months
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moodboard: dear tracy
Theo should've known better. No one actually dies in Beacon Hills.
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jea-lousy1 · 2 months
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pretty boy, consumed by death, with the holes in his sneakers and eyes all over me
-dust bowl
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meet-me-backstage · 9 months
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𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒!𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
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fantasy-girl974 · 11 months
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″Survive” MIRACLE LINES - Chapter 01 by Grexigone
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Heya everyone, the lovely @grexigone has started a wonderful fanfic! 👀 And of course, it’s a Kotaloy fanfic *wink wink* It’s a Pacific Rim AU and it’s VERY promising huhu 💕
Go read it! GO GO!!
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whore-tm · 1 year
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moodboard for…
‘Good winter, I’ll be with you’
by @yabakuboi
fandom: Game of Thrones
pairing: Jon Snow/Tormund Giantsbane
word count: ~ 30k
rating: Explicit
tags: Post Series Finale, Spoilers, canon compliant, hurt/comfort, slow burn, (domestic) fluff, falling in love, depression, explicit sexual content, sexual exploration, internalised homophobia, suicidal ideation, past Jon/Daenerys, past Jon/Ygritte
summary: Jon follows the wildlings past the wall and into winter, never expecting to find anything more than a snowy grave and the quiet death of the North.
Read here on ao3!
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smallsies · 4 months
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they were gold and i was half-alive
A decade has gone by since well-loved college band Miskatonic broke up, but Parker Yang is still playing shows on his own. His world is shattered when his former bandmate unexpectedly shows up at a concert in his home state.
you're in a fight to the death, my friend sequel. :) can be read standalone without much confusion, & this fic is, most importantly, propaganda for southerner parker yang!!!!
read on ao3!
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tending-the-hearth · 4 months
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jelsa moodboard + playlist
they've invaded my brain ever since the return of my other two 2012 fandom obsessions (pjo and hunger games) so behold a playlist for them both 💙
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❄️frozen heart ❄️demons ❄️strangers like me ❄️two worlds ❄️atlas: two ❄️out of my league ❄️you & i ❄️say you won't let go ❄️ain't no mountain high enough ❄️snow on the beach ❄️lost boy ❄️can't help falling in love ❄️somewhere only we know ❄️accidentally in love ❄️chasing cars ❄️someone to you ❄️young and beautiful ❄️she will be loved ❄️unconditionally ❄️i won't give up ❄️you matter to me ❄️wait for me ❄️wait for me (reprise) ❄️a thousand years ❄️king of my heart ❄️invisible string
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pinkiebieberpie · 2 years
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pov: your camera roll if you were watching sunset by the lake with eddie munson
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khruschevshoe · 4 months
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Jim Jimenez and Mel Spriggs
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You should fear what you already know
And hope that you never find out about the things you don't know yet
Just because something burns bright
Doesn't mean it's gonna burn forever
So, all these people around you saying
"You got so much further to go"
"It's gonna get worse before it gets better"
I don't know, I don't know if that's true
'Cause we are all, eventually
Either the victims, or the victims' family
-Cold War Kids, First
"I don't ever want to be the reason Lucius gets hurt," Mel says. "And it seems like lately, that's all I seem to be doing. He's on edge, and he's pretending not to be, and I can't help but think that me being back here is just bringing back bad things into his life."
The problem with Mel is that unlike Blackbeard, whose apologies meant nothing to Jim even when they were sincere because Blackbeard had actively hurt them over and over, on purpose, Mel has made these hurts on accident. In certain ways, they're not even her fault; it's two people with their own bad histories bashing their own responses to stress up against each other in ways guaranteed to leave cracks.
Jim thinks about their friendships with Pete and Izzy, about how steady they feel, about how opening up to Pete about their gender has made them feel connected and sharing under the stars with Izzy has made them feel grounded. Mel is still adrift, dragging her chains behind her. 
They take a deep breath. They can do this. They can try to trust an outsider. 
For Lucius, Jim thinks. For their friends, they would do anything.
-aletterinthenameofsanity, on the back of a hurricane that started turning (when you were young)
So, I'm a big fan of watching Jim's journey of trust in Season 3, especially as it relates to Mel. To steal a line from this excerpt, Jim and Mel both have trauma reactions that don't always coincide nicely, and it's a real treat to get to see them slowly work things out until things explode with the bounty poster reveal (no spoilers, sorry, y'all will have to read it!), but then eventually Jim and Mel resolve their problems and end up with one of the tighter bonds in the show. I love a good mistrust-of-strangers-due-trauma-evolves-into-found-family-bonds arc, and these two really sell it well.
(Also, the Front Bottoms really fit these two's combined vibe.)
@possumsmushroom @bricksbloggyplace @jaceum @yuenity @polikate
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luminousnotmatter · 1 year
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This Close
a little j.h.s. something
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pairing: My favorite Texan Naval aviator, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female...Reader? OC? She’s kind of both? I’ll explain more in the Author’s Note. 😜 warnings: Mutual pining. Yearny. Friends with feelings they’re not acknowledging. PG-level swears. Takes place in a bar that’s not The Hard Deck. There’s a Dean Martin song used.😜  word count: a little over 1k. author’s note: This is my first bit of writing shared in a good long while, and also my first bit of writing for Top Gun Maverick since that movie happened to me this year. Be gentle please I’m nervous???? 😨😱 This story is actually part of a moment I have in mind for a whole, longer, multi-parted story that’s currently simmering on the stovetop of my brain until I can figure it out more/work up the nerve to plot it out and start writing and sharing it involving Jake and a Lady OC who I’m also still developing. Hence she, ‘Birdy’ a nickname she’s referred to as once here ☺, is sort of straddling the Reader/OC line at the moment. I honestly prefer writing this way than in the second person; it’s easier for me and I find I like the way things flow and feel better, so hopefully y’all don’t mind it. Okay. I’ve officially rambled w a y too much so I’m shutting my cakehole now. 🤐 I sincerely hope it pleases you! 💕❤ bonus material: This is the song that’s playing in the bar in case you want to listen in on Jake and Birdy’s dance.  It’s not a love song really, but I love it and find there is a certain sweet, romance to it. But then again, I’m a known Sap, so form your own opinion. 😉 tagging: My Sweet B.💗 ‘cause she’s a dear, inspiring, and encouraging gem of a lady, whom I love. @bradshawsbaby​
"The sun is sinking in the west the cattle go down to the stream the redwing settles in her nest it's time for a cowboy to dream..."
With the first few lines of the song and Dean Martin's signature croon, the energy and volume in the crowded bar immediately shifts, lowering from it's previous loud, buzzing intensity to a quieter, pleasant hum. A few of the dancing couples rearrange themselves into new pairs, but most stay with their current partners.
  Jake's green eyes glow warm. His lips are still upturned in a gentler, one-sided version of his familiar wide and sunshiney smile, as his gaze sweeps around the space casually, before meeting hers.
"Shall we?" he quirks an eyebrow up. Speaks only loudly enough for her to hear. His left hand remains loosely entwined with her right, leftover from the previous, faster dance, but he's inviting her to join him for this one, not assuming she wants to. A gentleman's gesture.
And some might argue against it: but she knows, believes, has seen, that Jacob Seresin is a gentleman, in the truest sense of the word. He just....buries that part of himself, walls it up, far too often.
She tightens her grip on his hand. Let's herself notice, secretly relish, the roughness of his calloused fingers and palm. And the skipping jolt it sends to her heart. "Let's." and a smiling nod is her only response.
“Purple lights in the canyons That's where I long to be With my three good companions Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”
They step in close to one another once more, less than a foot of space between them. It's not really different than what they had been doing a minute or so ago, albiet slower, but the feeling, the energy between them has changed, just as it has for the place as a whole.
  It's not necessarily an unpleasant change.
Jake's right hand holds her waist with a sort of tentative firmness, the heat of his palm bleeds through the material of her dress to her skin. His left hand has raised her right while they sway and take small steps in time with the music.
At first she looks everywhere but at her partner's face. Gaze sweeping around the room at the other couples, the lights above the bar, patrons' abandoned drinks....
She's exposed, raw, hyper-aware of the pounding of her heart against her ribs, of how hot her cheeks are, of the inherent intimacy there is in this slow closeness, and somehow it seems that if she looks in Jake's eyes it will be a tacit acknowledgement of the Truth she's currently refusing to actively acknowledge: that she likes this. Likes him. This man is her friend (becoming one of her favorite, best ones), so of course she likes him, and she is comfortable with him, as a woman and as his friend, but that Truth? What it actually means deep down? It's a damn frightening thing to look at head-on.
All these sensations and thoughts scramble through her heart and brain in milliseconds.
“Gonna hang my sombrero, On the limb of a tree Comin' home, sweetheart darlin' Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”
The sound of the Naval Lieutenant humming the tune of the song near her ear draws her eyes back to him, almost against her will, but not actually. He's looking around too at first, but quickly meets her eyeline with a gentle widening of his smile.
  "You know this song?" she asks with a smile of her own; she knows this tune well but wouldn't have guessed he did. It brings an ache of fondness to her chest that he does.
"Mm-hm." he nods and grins fully with his mouth closed. His nose scrunches up once, barely perceptible but she catches it. The skin around his eyes crinkles and her chest is hurting again.
  She drops her gaze for just a moment, trying to think of something to say. The silence isn't uncomfortable, it's just that she likes the sound of his voice. Likes the way he talks to her. But when her eyes catch the sheen of sweat on his skin over the hollow of his throat, they fly back up. Immediately.
  Jake is still looking at her. His look is so very unguarded (her heart whispers the word: tender) it sends any thought of words out of her mind. His pink mouth is still smiling, but it too is a smaller, softer, a more intentional, meaningful thing.
“Whippoorwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody Ridin' to Amarillo Just my rifle, my pony, and me...”
He breathes out the quietest, whispered, "Hey, Birdy."
Her throat is tight with some unexpressed, still-ignored emotion but she's able to whisper back, "Hey, Jay."
Jake gives her hand two squeezes in quick succession.
“No more cows to be ropin’ No more strays will I see Round the bend, she'll be waitin' For my rifle, my pony, and me My rifle, my pony, and me...”
Someone in the crowd calls for the song to please be played again, just once more. Their request is granted.
She swallows hard. Jake's lashes are long and his eyes are so green and the unguarded, tender look in them is still there. He is no longer smiling, just looking; his expression still soft, open.  He's not only looking at her but seeing her. The rosy, ruddy glow to his cheeks and the firmness of him beneath her hand that cups his back, all shout of the health, vitality, alive-ness of him.
It's a fight to think of other things besides her desire to lean all the way into his chest.
I wanna give up that fight.  For right now: I can give up. I give up. she thinks to herself. With a finality and resolve to which she grasps tightly.
Before anxiety and self-doubt and outright fear can question and crumble that resolve she does it.
She takes the half-step in, tucking her left hand between their two bodies up by her face and rests her cheek to his t-shirt covered chest, right below his left clavicle. She allows any tension to bleed from her shoulders, her neck, her arms, and lets him hold her.
Just for the rest of the song, she tells herself.
As he curls his right arm all the way round her back, Jake holds his next inhale at its peak for a quick extra second or two, then lets it out evenly, once she relaxes fully against him. She can't see his face of course, but he feels like even his blinking is slow, and careful. She's never been quite this close to him before now.  And he's never....he's not sure he has ever allowed himself to consider that he's wanted her to be...but his deep-down self is realizing: he has. Damn.
He shakes that realization and its implications off for the moment. It doesn't have to be dealt with right now.
  Just enjoy the rest of the song, Seresin, he tells himself. Rests his cheek gently against her head. Holds her.
They sway and take small steps, to and fro, to and fro, until the song does...eventually...unfortunately....end.
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thiamsxbitch · 10 months
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moodboard: i'm better with you here by my side
When Theo gets a call from Liam three years after they've gone their separate ways, he finds himself wondering what it would be like if they'd stayed together. Until one night, Theo has a surprise.
so, i was supposed to post this along with liam's version of the fic, since that's how i'm gonna follow up with the rest of the fic ideas, but uh...my muse is kinda weak this week, so i'm sharing with u guys the moodboard (which was approved by the lovely @thiamblogger) and i hope u like it! 🥰💕
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purgeshubble · 1 year
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moodboard: callie x aaron
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moondancer71 · 2 years
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Antinomy by Doxa1
Summary: This story explores the seductive nature of infidelity as both Jon and Daenerys find themselves intertangled with each other outside of Jon's marriage: he is unfaithful to his wife with her.
This is a little moodboard I made for one of my fave fics, Antinomy! This fic is so well-written, with so much drama and angst and has one of the best canon to modern adaptations I’ve read, and with book characterizations (book!jon 🤭). If you’ve not already, I highly recommend checking this fic out! 🤗
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