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tornqdowarnings · 5 days
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when your card declines at therapy so the make you read the wine cellar flashback scene in the final gambit
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strawglicks · 4 months
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MOTM but jennifer is actually size accurate to what micromanagers are in-game (dialogue is from MPGIS)
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we need more Avery and Toby scenes,that’s it.
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annamatix · 2 months
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i've said this once and i'll say it again
toby should've pulled out
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jomarchswritingjacket · 10 months
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“two tickets to barbie please”
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“two tickets to oppenheimer please”
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motionpicturelover · 5 months
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"Labyrinth" (1986) - Jim Henson
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Films I've watched in 2023 (111/119)
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luminewhosthat · 3 months
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Can I just honestly rant about some things? Girl I really cannot get toby and Hannah's story outta my head. And like, the weirdest thing is, how is Avery still coping with this? I need the amount of mental strength she has. Toby and Hannah's story is going to be epic I just know it. I cannot wait to read games untold but at the same time I'm not ready for it. Toby was literally responsible for Kaylie's death, so I have no idea how the hell Hannah fell in love with him. Seems like Jackson was right when he said she was the damnest Rooney. So, Hannah hated him at first then started to like him? Truly strangers to enemies to lovers with hurt/comfort. Jennifer, I hope you're not going to destroy our mental health with whatever devastating story you're writing about them, I do not think I can handle the scene where toby leaves Hannah. JUST WHY COULDN'T THEY BE TOGETHER?!! Toby was such a coward for this, but hey, can't blame him. I hope we have both Hannah and toby's Pov. But toby's one sounds very interesting. What if the scene of Hannah birthing Avery is also there and it is from Hannah's Pov? Okay, goodbye. I cannot think straight anymore. It's already too much for me to bear.
I hope there is also snippet of Alice and Tobias's story, what made her runaway like this, is still a mystery and I hope it's going to be solved in Games Untold.
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shallyne · 1 month
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Never forgiving Jennifer Lynn Barnes for not making tobyhannah endgame and/or making Toby Avery's father
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hearthown · 1 month
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Games Untold Theory!
I'm just gonna get right into it. So, we are able to guess who the subjects are for most of the stories – except for Pain at the Right Gun.
I know that some of us are guessing that this one could be about Gray and Lyra (and I personally started to believe that too), but last night I had a sudden thought.
What if it isn't about Gray and Lyra but about Tobias and Alice?
One of the main reasons I don't think it's Gray and Lyra is because the events in Games Untold happen before the start of TGG and plus, JLB mentioned that the stories revolve around the characters from the original trilogy – AND the new Grandest Game characters do not appear.
Now, for my reasons as to why I think it's Tobias and Alice. I mentioned before that I believe Alice will be included in this book because of the pearl necklace on the cover. As for Tobias, I think he'll be included because of this:
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The key. There's a key on the cover and the blade of the key (the part which you put in a lock) is shaped like a letter H. Tobias once said that the keys he made for the key challenge he created (the one where they had to find which key would open the door to Hawthorne House) told the story of his life. So this could be an indication that he's included.
But how could Tobias and Alice's relationship relate to the title of their short story, if it really was about them?
Pain at the Right Gun. There are several meanings for the word "gun". It could mean a weapon. Or it could also mean a bicep; muscular arms.
WARNING: This will start to sound like I'm stretching TOOOOO far but I'll try to make this make sense.
If we took "gun" to mean bicep, then it would mean Pain at the Right Bicep. Right bicep can kind of relate to right-hand, as in right-hand man. And I believe that Tobias and Alice had quite a close relationship since Tobias mentioned that Alice was the woman that he loved wholly (with that Hawthorne love).
Bicep pain is caused by muscle strain. So what if this is pointing to a strain in their relationship? As I said before, whatever Jameson heard in Prague (which was presumably Alice's words) was quite unnerving towards the Hawthorne family. It even seemed as though Alice didn't want to have anything to do with them. She didn't even come back to Hawthorne House during the old man's funeral – she didn't even have an intention of coming back to see her grandsons. And she warned Jameson to not talk about the fact that she was alive to anyone. What if there was a strain in Tobias and Alice's relationship and she ran away? Pain at the Right Gun. The pain could also be due to the fact that Alice kind of destroyed Tobias by running away. Tobias said "once you love the way a Hawthorne loves, there is no going back."
"If she is the one, someday, she will destroy you."
NEXT – Yes, I know there are calla lilies which point to Lyra on the cover. But remember – Nan mentioned that Tobias sent flowers to Lyra's dad's funeral... and who is to say that the flowers weren't calla lilies? Lyra's father gave her a calla lily before he sh0t himself de@d. He said "a Hawthorne did this". Somehow, I think the calla lilies mean more than a parting gift from Lyra's dad to Lyra.
And I just thought of something... WHAT IF... Alice is related to Lyra and her family in some way? What if she knew what Tobias did and it led to her running away?
Okay, that's it for my theory 👋 thank you for reading :P
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catapparently · 1 month
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~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~
Masterlist
CHAPTER 2
Fic synopsis:
averyjameson!mafia AU After Avery's mother's death, she is left with many questions. What happened to her mother's family? Who were they? Why did her mother never talk about them? Why did Jameson Winchester Hawthorne appear in her life? ...What is her mother's secret?
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CHAPTER 1- ...Ready for it?
When Avery was a kid, her mom was constantly inventing games. Not your average games like Hide-And-Seek or Tag. They were always small tests, a competition. Once they’d played the Who-Can-Stack-The-Most-Pancakes or Who-Could-Build-The-Tallest-Tower-of-Cards. There was always something to find, something to figure out- something to fix or something to take apart. A challenge. The rush of excitement and the thrill that came with success is what made Avery feel alive.
The last game her mother had made for her was the Don’t-You-Dare-Miss-Me game, where she sent Avery on a challenge to find a mysterious item. It was the longest game yet, suspiciously so. When her mom gave her such complicated games, like that one time she made Avery an escape room, she’d leave little clues that would confirm she was on the right track. Yet this game had been completely devoid of all that. All she was told was to find “where the heart feels whole”.
There was only one possible answer to that. Home. Not their little apartment, no. The antique shop her mother owned, right under where they lived. That’s where they felt at home. Each of the little trinkets they received from donations or found had a story behind them. Sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep, Avery would sneak downstairs to the antique shop and try to guess the object’s history. Once they’d received one of those old vintage desks, the ones that had even more shelves on top of the tabletop itself, and a bunch of hidden compartments everywhere. It even had its very own built in gas lamp. She could vividly imagine the original owner sitting at it, working with a quill and a pot of ink, furrowing his brow in concentration or struggle. It was objects like these that had a meaning, that were valued and cherished. They had stories.
When she’d entered the shop, she didn’t find any clue to indicate she was on the right track. The place had felt strange without her mother there ever since she’d been hospitalized.
Avery searched high and low. Nothing. Finally, she went to a relatively small room behind the counter and pushed open the door. There was a fireplace. It had been there ever since her mom had rented this place, but it didn’t work. Sometimes they’d bring chairs and sit around it, pretending it worked. Their home. That’s when her mom told her stories about who she was before she had Avery. About  Ricky. About a secret lover. Not once did she ever mention her family.
For Avery, home was where her mom was. Family.
She immediately noticed that one of the wood planks of the flooring was askew. She slipped her fingers beneath it, blindly feeling around for something. Sure enough, she felt it. A paper with a phone number. Libby Grambs, it read, above the string of numbers.
By the time Avery made it back to the hospital, the heart monitor wasn’t beeping with that annoying yet reassuring ding. The bleak room was even more uneasily silent, devoid of life.
It was at that moment that Avery decided to never play again.
“I thought you promised to stay away from him, Lib.”
Avery was tired of watching Libby dust the antique shop over and over again, hobbling around with her black eye and bumping into everything. There were two things Libby always did when she had something on her mind- she either bakes a bunch of cupcakes that Avery would have no choice but stuff herself with later or dusts the antique shop until even the antiques themselves looked brand new.
“I couldn’t help it, Ave. He… he called me and said sorry and that he wanted to meet up.”
Avery rolled her eyes and tapped on the cash register in anger, though holding back from crushing the keys. They definitely couldn’t afford another one unless one of them suddenly married some rich man.
It was always the same story. Libby did or said something Drake didn’t like. Then he’d hit her. Only once, but it was already too much. Then he’d apologize and do his usual speech, and Libby would forgive him.
“This is the seventh time you’ve broken up with him,” she spat at her sister. “Make it be the last.”
Libby nearly knocked over another vintage jewelry box. “I can’t help it.” She ducked down to steady the box, probably already thinking about what types of cupcakes she was going to bake this time.
“How about you go and flip the OPEN sign outside? We should close up. I doubt we’re going to get any more customers at this hour.”
Libby nodded and went to the front door. Just as she was going out, she slammed straight into a man who had just opened the door to come inside.
“Oh my gosh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to–”
Avery glanced over while her sister started rambling away. A man with ashy brown hair and a cowboy hat was helping her sister up in a gentlemanly manner. He had matching cowboy boots, too. He looked… quite odd, honestly. Dressed as both a cowboy and in a fancy way at once. She couldn’t tell if he was some rich guy mocking cowboys or just a desperate wannabe. His skin glowed a beautiful tan, though Avery was skeptical as to whether it was real or not. These days bronzing drops were all the rage.
“Be careful, darlin’,” the handsome stranger said to her sister, whose blush seemed very visible because of her pale skin, looking at him as though he was a heaven-sent messenger offering tickets to paradise. She was so red even her blue roots seemed to be turning purplish.
Libby shyly thanks him and practically runs out the door, red-faced. The stranger’s gaze follows her curiously, and then he picked up an item that had fallen off a nearby shelf when he’d bumped into her. He then turned around and headed for the counter.
“The name’s Nash.” He glanced out at the sign Libby was flipping outside that now read ‘CLOSED’. “Well, mind if I take a look around even though you seem to be closing up? I promise I won’t take long.”
Avery nodded, watching him as he wandered around the little shop, his boots clicking rhythmically. He stopped at a particular shelf and picked up a knife, flipping it over in his large palm. It had patterns engraved onto the blade and a gem encrusted hilt, one of the more expensive items the shop had to sell lately.
“I’ll buy it,” he said, looking back up. The strange cowboy came and placed it on the counter, pulling out a shiny black card.
“Is that your sister?” he asked as she rummaged around, trying to find the magnetic stripe reader. Customers didn’t usually arrive waving around a fancy card.
“Yeah.” Avery paused, looking at him suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”
Nash raised an eyebrow playfully. “Ever heard of genuine, well intentioned romantic interest, kid?” he said, a slight southern accent dragging out some vowels and adding an atypical rhythm to his speech. Was that real, too? “What’s her name?”
“Libby. And stay far, far away from her,” she warned as she handed him the receipt and the knife. ‘Nash’ gave her a grin.
“Farewell, little miss. I’ll make sure to come around again, and maybe I’ll have my brothers tag along next time.” With that, he tipped his cowboy hat at her and winked, then turned around to walk out. Avery glared at him through the store’s glass door as he chatted away with Libby outside.
Her fists tightened on the edges of the countertop; fragments of their yapping being heard through the open window. Libby did not need another act to her tragic love life. Drake was already more than enough.
Sure, this guy looked nicer, but you could never know for sure. Drake had looked handsome and calm at first, too.
Avery rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the already forming headache as Libby burst back into the store, blabbing away.
“Avery, isn’t he so dreamy? I never liked cowboys but…”
Someone kill me now.
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ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys · 16 days
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hi! hope you’re having a good day 🩵
could you please do hcs about toby and jameson (like if he really was present in ave’s life like a father, how would he perceive Jamie dating Ave, if he'd be too protective and so on)
let's forget that he's basically his uncle lmao
yess pookie
side note, this request makes me sad because like toby should be able to be in avery’s life and HES NOTTTTTT
~ i think toby would definitely pretend to not like jameson just for the sake of it but would secretly like him and think he’s funny
~ every time jameson tried to put his hand around avery waist or smth toby always goes “HEY WATCH THE HANDS” or smth like that
~ don’t even get me started on the kissing he would probably go into cardiac arrest
~ but in general he would actually think that jameson is good for her and stuff
~ they would definitely have the grumpy x sunshine dynamic if you know what i mean 😭
~ when avery, jameson and toby were in the car together jameson would play the clean version of songs and toby would be like “where’s the original version??” or like “this isn’t what i remember the lyrics being”
~ jameson would make jokes and he would pretend to be unbothered but he secretly thinks they’re all funny
~ not about jameson and toby but xander definitely fills toby in on ALL the drama that has happened while he was gone
~ jameson REALLY wants to take him and grayson to a concert just because it would be really funny
~ toby occasionally forces jameson to watch all of his favorite movies
~ whenever toby actually has to go to public events jameson and xander are the ones who hype him up
~ definitely would not let jameson drive; he would always think that he was gonna crash the car
~ when he does let him drive he’s always yelling directions at him
~ he’s always the one who’s telling jameson to be quiet when he’s talking at events and stuff because i just know that man YAPS
~ the two of them are avery’s biggest supporters
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old-movies-stuff · 11 months
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Labyrinth - 1986
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I should change my name to Tobyandhannahsbiggestshipper because that’s more accurate 💀
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annamatix · 3 months
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hawthornes do not understand the concept of being dead...
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camyfilms · 11 months
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LABYRINTH 1986
I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.
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prismatic-skies · 4 months
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One of my all-time favorites
❤️🌹❤️вσωιє❤️🌹❤️
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