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hhhhleb · 1 month

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Happy international taxi driver day, Jake!!

Stay weird, stay wild, keep driving us crazy with your charisma! We all love u🤍

#moon knight #jake lockley #love this lil guy #🚕🚕🚕#sketch #the last one is about six months old #I have a whole bunch of MK sketches from last summer #good days

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dumblr · 2 months

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#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #book #book lines #book quotes #thoughtful #romantic quotes #love quotes #thinking of you #dumblr #good days #bad days

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fourp3tals · 1 year

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#I #hate #u #sza #good days #ex

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twptwp · 4 months

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Toby Fox drew Berdly with the chocoball bird Kyorochan world is so happy and special forever make me happy

Berdly official chocoball fan

(Despite the valentine theme these are new posts from Toby Fox today)

#deltarune #Berdly #berdly deltarune #toby fox #Kyorochan was once my profiles picture #good days #Kyorochan

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serenityquest · 2 months

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#ups and downs #good days #bad days #life

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greatsaladavenue · 4 months

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#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #Good days #mclennon #john and paul #Early Beatles

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caitlynskitten · 2 months

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Cutest soccer player and girl kisser ever!

#emma myers #cc walker #family switch #Netflix #enid sinclair #TikTok #tiktok edits #good days #sza #netflix movie

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yvesverte · 2 months

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Cross.

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missittybitty · 1 month

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Winninggg

#pokemon #dragonair #pink #pink aesthetic #cute #kawaii #good days #clouds

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yungxgoldin · 13 days

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goldin hour 🌸

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dreams-incorporated · 1 month

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Someday

#weirdcore aesthetic #weirdcore #oddcore #good day #good days #tomorrow will be better #someday #lighting #storm #liminal #liminality #liminal aesthetic #dereality #derealization #weird #edit #nostalgia #nostalgic #dreams inc

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oldestsoul · 1 year

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#SZA #Good Days #SOS #Music #R&B

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feehippielove · 7 months

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fuckwallpapers · 1 year

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#wallpapers #lockscreens #iphone lockscreens #iphone wallpapers #wallpaper #homescreens #lockscreen #homescreen #sza #sza lockscreens #sza wallpapers #photoshoot #good days #sos #layout #sza layouts

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nobeerreviews · 1 year

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The struggles we endure today will be the "good old days" we laugh about tomorrow.

-- Aaron Lauritsen

(Bistrița, Romania)

#good days #struggle #tomorrow #aaron lauritsen #travel photography #bistrita #romania #quote #good old times

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tripleyeeet · 9 months

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GOOD DAYS

SUMMARY: Miguel just wants to understand you better.

PAIRING: Miguel O'Hara & Gender Neutral Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,503

WARNINGS: A little bit of miscommunication mixed with some longing. Nothing too serious here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my beloved @imgoingtofreakoutnow I hope you enjoy!!

MASTERLIST

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Miguel’s fully aware of how untouchable you are. Physically, at any given moment you’re an arms reach way, always lingering around him, making sure you know he’s there. Oftentimes, you can be found walking on the heels of his feet, touching his arm when you laugh, rubbing his shoulders when he’s tired.

In every other capacity you’re miles away, a distant body of thoughts that go blank each time he looks at you a little too long.

He couldn’t understand you if he tried. Even after staring for as long as he has, picking apart your features and the way they often shift. You’re an enigma, he thinks. A paradox of guarded feelings shoved inside the body of an open book. Because of this, he thought it’d be easy to understand you —to slowly get through to you— but not long after putting in the effort he soon began to realize it was the opposite.

On your good days, you’re avoidant. A joking mess of sarcasm and scoffs that deflects any sort of intimate conversation. Whereas on your bad days, you’re defensive. An impenetrable wall of silence that often has him fighting the urge to lash out.

When the two of you are together and Miguel asks you questions, when you’re in a good mood, you usually respond with wit. Encasing your words in a humour he doesn’t quite understand. It’s on these days he makes the mistake of thinking he can get through to you. That he can get you to look at him and see how insane you make him feel sometimes.

Miguel can feel your arms fall against his shoulders with a huff. Your breath hits his ear, causing him to twitch but instead of pulling away you merely rest your chin on top of his head, letting out another breath.

“Can I help you?”

“I got that Sandman from 102,” you tell him, letting your body shift further against his. Despite your size difference, you feel uncharacteristically heavy —tired maybe, he thinks as he cranes his neck back, feeling your head lift.

“And?”

You peel away, raising your hands into the air to stretch. “He’s got a wicked throw. Tossed me a good distance across the I-95.”

He hears your spine crack a few times. Then, there’s a sigh of relief that escapes, sending your face into a grin that has him swallowing hard and looking back at the screen in front of him.

You’re in a good mood today. A normal mood. He can expect lingering touches and lots of teasing. A few jokes here and there if he decides to pry, which he knows he ultimately will. That’s just how he is with you.

“How was your day?”

The way you jump onto the edge of his desk, resting your feet on the arm of his chair with a smug look has him rolling his eyes, trying to suppress the joy that blooms through his chest. “Fine.”

“Just fine?” You poke him with the toe of your boot, raising your brow. “No exciting new developments in the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse?”

He snorts, taking in the way you openly mock him. The way you poke and prod despite retreating when he ultimately does the same. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. That opening up to you without receiving the same kind of courtesy didn’t make him feel like shit. For a while now he’s pushed himself to be more open for you. To show you that he cares in ways he thinks you’ll like, but lately, he’s begun to second-guess himself. Questioning whether or not you’re even interested in him.

“Aw c’mon, no disrupted canon events? No overpowered anomalies?”

“A few.”

“How many specifically?” you muse, making him wonder why you’re asking. And more importantly, why you’re still around if all you’re here to do is pester him?

“Is there a reason you’re asking so many questions or are you just here because you’re bored?”

There’s a part of him that wants to be rude to you the same way he is with everyone else. In the deepest parts of him, he can feel that tactical guard shift towards the surface, threatening to cut him off from whatever it is you’ve pulled him into. Slowly it moves through the base of his chest, sliding across disrupted organs that twitch when he watches your jaw fall in fake offence.

“You know you’re not my only form of entertainment,” you tell him.

There’s a certain bite behind your words, lingering in the air. At first, it’s funny, so in response, he jokingly scoffs, but then he sits with your words a bit, realizing how jealous it makes him feel. How oddly infuriating the idea of someone else earning your attention has him breathing through his nose.

He has to take a minute and does so by turning his chair to one of the side screens. Then, he pulls up the footage of your mission, watching the way you zip through the air straight into Sandman’s fist. It’s a hard-looking hit. One that has him outwardly wincing as your body’s sent flying across the highway, through the window of a building before taking a moment and jumping back into the fight.

“Wow, couldn’t even wait until I left to watch the bloopers.”

You click your tongue and Miguel looks back, noticing that, despite the joyful tone of your voice, your face looks heavy. Tired and —if he’s honest— a bit sad as you stare at the screen.

Immediately it fills him with this new sense of worry. Forcing him to knit his brows and ask if you’re okay.

When you don’t respond right away he finds himself reaching to grab your wrist, placing his fingers gently around the bone as he pulls himself up to stand.

“Hey.”

He boxes you in. Between his legs, your knees brush against the inside of his thighs, both of you freezing at the sudden closeness.

You may be touchy. The kind of person who’s always throwing your arms and legs around him but Miguel knows this is different. It’s more intimate. Loving even.

“I’m fine. Just…tired.”

“Tired?”

You hum, avoiding his gaze —avoiding his concern in a way that has him releasing more air, trying to get you to let him in.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

He’s not surprised by your answer, but it still doesn’t hurt any less. “How come?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?”

He sees your tongue tuck itself into the edge of your cheek as you look away, forcing him to swallow all the fear and doubt he’s ever felt as he raises his hand to your cheek. Gently, it cups the plushest part, pushing your face back to look at his before he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

He can feel you nod against him. The motion is small and quick, but regardless it makes him smile because it’s the first time you’ve given him any sort of confirmation.

“Good, because you know I love you.”

It’s the kind of declaration that slips out before he can even think to suppress. Without realizing it, his mouth moves around the syllables, accidentally pushing them out; making him quickly inhale and pause because he didn’t want to tell you. At least… not like this. Not when you’re looking at him with wide eyes that tell him all he needs to know. That these feelings he holds deep within his chest each time you’re standing next to him or touching him, are one-sided.

“Wait, you—“

He pulls away, releasing the hold he has, looking at the device on his wrist with desperation, wondering how bad it would be if he just opened up a portal and left. In the end, he knows it wouldn’t save him from the embarrassment. Honestly, it might just make it worse. But at least he’d be away from the awkward tension.

“Just pretend I didn’t say that, alright?”

As he turns to walk away, he’s pulled back in by the feeling of desperate hands clawing at his elbow. Hungrily, they pull at the fabric of his suit, making him groan and turn only to be met by the entirety of your body launching into his chest, taking hold of his neck with looping arms that drag him down.

Before he can even register what happens next your lips are on his, sucking the air from his lungs in such a way that he feels like he might faint. Both of your mouths move out of synch, gliding across the other in messy movements that slowly begin to match up. When they do, it feels like he’s whole again. As if this missing piece he’s always longed for has suddenly slotted itself into his lonely edges, making his heart swell and his lips grin, forcing your mouth to do the same as he pulls you in closer, unwilling to let you go.

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