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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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(via @/variety on twitter)🥹
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redrobin-detective · 7 months
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Something I wonder about Simon and Betty's relationship is how long they were together before the whole crown ordeal. But they were engaged, you say. My aunt (in)famously met my uncle and had a ring on her finger in 8 weeks. We've seen that both Betty and Simon were both weird outcasts, crazy determined and a pinch insane. I would not be surprised if they decided they'd met their one true love and got engaged super quick.
My point being, Betty's shifting to revolve around Simon and Simon's rose colored glasses of their relationship feels very much like New Love. They're people who love each other and love being a couple but still haven't quite figured out how to coexist together, as two people in a partnership. I feel like if they'd known each other longer, lived together longer, some of the issues we're seeing would have probably self resolved.
I don't think their relationship is toxic nor is it totally perfect. It's two lonely, most likely neurodivergent people in a relatively early relationship still figuring out how it works. Everything that happened afterwards: the crown, the seperation, the time travel, the magic/madness/sadness just exemplified issues they had both as individuals and as a couple.
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allyriadayne · 5 months
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ABOUT LYONEL STRONG
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lorarri · 27 days
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𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 ! she / he / they , 9teen , charles leclerc's wife & jude belligham's gf , certified tifosi , fan of everything aesthetic
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everyone pls appreciate the fit I wore to my cousins Tennessee wedding where I was surrounded by conservative christians most of whom had no idea I was queer but boy do they know now
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(Not pictured the black stripes that ran down either side of my pants leg)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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Horse Yaoi trotted so Horsegirl Yuri could fly.
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haeivn · 8 months
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🏘️    OMG HAPPY 1K!     ✽
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O M G. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE MAKING THIS POST BUT HAPPY 1K?!! THAT IS SRSLY INSANE AND I AM SO HAPPY THAT SO MANY PEOPLE ENJOY MY BLOG ☹️☹️🤍. TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT AND TY TO EVERYONE WHO CONTINUOUSLY LIKES MY POSTS AND SUCH. ILY ALL AND TYSM FOR 1K I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL. 🤍🤍
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TAGGING MY FAVS AGAIN: @yeritos @baesol @v-ico @wiotas @webzzo @contexty @i-jiwon @i00ning @chaey2k @coriette @y2qi @europhoria @y-ves @y-unjins @w-onies @eliatopia @haewrin @y-ujin @k-alu @k-yujin @i-kyujin @fuckici @trivijoy @8unjin @rinovert @i04rei @joysite @isamiracle @iluvrei @yunjidoll @v-ioo @wonhrts @lessarfm @lorlita @gwryus @v-ean @ve-on @v-eona @v-eoi @welos @y0oni3 @sseulr1n @sublyts @sakkurada @w-eons @qhrts @jenfaery @yourstrulyevie ….. AND SO MANY MORE ( so sorry if i didn’t mention you i probably forgot) BTW NOT IN ANY ORDER
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again tysm to everyone who made this possible, i appreciate you all sm and i’m so happy to finally announce this! happy 1k 🤍🤍
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artpepkin · 1 month
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caught it on the dot!!! 💃💃
Seriously though I'm so shocked??? I cant believe my silly little guy is getting so much love and attention despite y'all barely knowing anything about him 😭🧡
I'll make some fluff for the little lad as a treat for this crazy milestone 🤭🧡🧡
But fr, thank you everyone who has sent fanart, asks (I promise I'm working through them haha I'm just gushing over every single one 🤣🧡), and just sent love Nym's way, I cant wait to continue sneaking peeks at his backstory and eventually (fingers crossed) be able to tell it the way I want to 🥺🧡🧡
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sassyandclassy94 · 2 days
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I’m Not Much of a Talker
Don Hume x Original Female Character
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Summary: Don has his first date ever. And I mean Ever. ✨E V E R✨
Word count: 7,162 (buckle up, buttercups! This was longer than I intended)
Rating: Teen and up
Author’s note: This story was inspired by one of the many headcanons @groovin2beats and I have been throwing back and forth - I hope you like it, and that it also has enough Bobby in it :)
Also tagged: @solo-pitstop-vibes
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Don was deep in thought while he walked to the general store. So much so that he didn’t hear Bobby yelling at him from across the street and the next thing he knew, Bobby was at his side, interrupting his racing mind with a nudge to his side.
“Going deaf on me now, Hume?”
All Don did was shake his head and continued walking.
“So where ya headed?” Bobby had to quicken his pace in order to keep up with Don’s long stride.
“The store.”
“What’re the chances? I’m headed there too!” Bobby noticed that Don was ignoring him. “You okay there, Don? You seem… quieter than normal.”
“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Truth be told, his stomach was in knots and the knots were only getting tighter the closer he got to the store.
Bobby wasn’t convinced and, after prodding again, Don snapped at him. “We’re not in the boat, Moch; you don’t have to cox me.”
Bobby let his remark fly; Don was obviously worked up about something and was in a mood so for now, he’d let him be. Okay.
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My dearest Lumi,
Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your follower milestone. You exude talent and grace and I am beyond grateful that you’ve chosen to share your gift of writing with the world. You deserve every ounce of praise.
Secondly, I’d like to put in a request for said follower milestone. I would love if you’d write something for my favorite little lovable pot wash. His presence in Alford Plea makes me smile in abundance and he fills me with immeasurable joy. I have wracked my brain for like three days and just can’t come up with a solid premise so I’m leaving this one up to dealers choice.
You’re the best 💕
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No solid premise?  No problem!  Here’s some softness for our little lovable pot wash 🤍🤍🤍
(Written for the follower milestone!)
He works in one of the best restaurants in the city, which is as fantastic as it is annoying, because it means that you hardly ever see Johnny at normal hours.  His shifts can start at half seven in the morning or two in the afternoon, and they’ve easily gone on for fourteen hours some days.  It’s not entirely unusual for you to be pulled out of deep sleep for a minute or two almost every other night—you’ll hear him try his best to be quiet sneak into your shared flat at and you’ll sleepily wonder if he’ll stick around the next morning long enough for you to make him some coffee or have breakfast together. 
And, of course, when he’s not working or sleeping, he’s studying. 
Your flatmate’s biggest and most well-kept secret is his university degree, one he’s determined to see through while he continues to work.  You wonder how he isn’t closer to burn-out, but you know him.  You’ve known him for a long time.  
He’s one of the hardest working people you know, the most cheerful, the life of the party, radiant and glowing, both inside and out, and you love him you love him you love him—
The front door clicks quietly shut and then—“Bonnie?”— and you smile.  
“In here,” you call out, and hop off the couch to grab him a beer.  He meets you halfway—when you close the fridge door, his goofy smile greets you—and oh.  The man makes your heart flutter, even after all this time.  Especially after all this time.  “Hi,” you whisper, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.  “Alright?”
“Better now,” he says, smiling.  In a few fluid moments, he’s taken the bottle of beer in his hands, used his teeth to open it like the complete savage that he is, lifted you up and set you on the counter.  “So much better now.”  The words are muffled on account of his face being buried in your neck, arms naturally going around you.
The actual time Johnny can spend with you feels like it comes in peaks and troughs, but never his affection—you’re always spoiled in that regard.  
You’ve never bothered labelling this thing you have with him because you don’t need to.  You share the lease of your flat, just as much as you share the good and the bad of your lives.  He’s your best friend, your flatmate, your confidant, your pillar of support, just as much as you’re his bonnie, his emergency contact, his mother’s favourite, his his his.    
“Mmpf—smell nice,” he murmurs (the words muffled against your skin make you shudder and you feel goosebumps along the length of your arms, but Johnny never notices).  Only when he pushes away from you do you get your first proper look at him.   
He looks tired, so so exhausted, but even then, nothing can hide the fact that he glows.  His eyes are melted lazulite under the dim kitchen lights, all the colours of the bright blue sea melted into one.  They hold you captive, and you almost miss his tired babbling.
“...knew it was gonna happen, but right now?  Been just months, wasnae expectin’ it, hen!”
“Wait, what?”
“What?”
You roll your eyes and try to get him to repeat himself.  “What weren’t you expecting, what happened?”
Your words make him roll his eyes mockingly, and he boops your nose lightly.  “You weren’t listenin,’ bonnie?  Simon.  The mad lad’s only gone and married his lass!”
“WHAT?”  Your brows kiss your hairline in shock, and you’re left gaping at him.  “Seriously?”
“Seriously!  Saw her rock on her finger today, massive thing!”  He shakes his head with a smile, and you know it’s in fondness for Simon and his new wife.  “Said Simon wasnae havin’ her hide it anymore.”
“God!  Married!  It’s so…grown up?”
“Suppose so, bonnie.  Nice, though.”  He pushes himself away from you and chugs  half the bottle of beer you’d given him.  “Debrief on the couch?” 
“Yes, please,” you groan and jump off the counter, massaging your buttocks.    
You follow him outside and he plops on to the couch, but there’s no sign of his usual routine of turning the telly on for some football.  You watch as he puts his beer on the coffee table (completely ignoring the coaster, of course) and leans his head back against the couch, looking deep in thought.  
Johnny looks beautiful in that angle, you think—broad shoulders leaning all the way back, his neck exposed and looking ripe for your mouth, your tongue on his skin.  You watch in a daze as he brings his hands up to rub his eyes with his palms, then stretches lightly and relaxes.  “Come sit wi’ me, bonnie,” he says, without opening his eyes, and you’re walking towards him without even registering the fact.  
He draws you in effortlessly, and each time, you fall into his orbit without even the pretence of resistance.     
“It…bothers you?  The fact that Simon’s married now, like a real adult?”  You busy yourself, looking anywhere but him, mindlessly moving his beer onto the coaster.   
“Naw, bonnie…no, it doesnae bother me.  I just…dunno, just bein’ a twat.”
“Maybe,” you say without preamble.  “You’re not…jealous?”
“Shit.  Maybe ah am,” he concedes.  “Dunno, it’s never bothered me like so before.”  He turns to you with a sceptical look in his eyes.  “Ye don’t want it?”
“Marriage?”
“Aye.  That and…to fall in love.”
Ah.  Your mind thumbs through the collection of moments you’ve felt over the years—moments where you’d been so sure that you’d crumble before him, beg him to feel about you the way you felt about him.  The memories flip in your consciousness painfully  until you have a measured response for him.  One that doesn’t give you away.  
“Doesn’t everyone?” you whisper.  
“Aye, of course.  But it’s different.  Girls are supposed to want it more?”  He says the words with a mischievous grin, and you have to scoff at the obvious attempt to rile you up. 
“That’s very feminist of you.”
“Just saying’ what ah’ve heard!”
“And yet, you’re the one bitching about it, John.”
“John?!  Ach, bonnie, you cannae call me that!” he says in mock-horror, hand reaching up to grasp at his chest.  And then he smiles at you again, sincere and full of light and so, so him, that you return in, almost involuntarily.  “Ah’m happy for him, of course.  He’s happy.  In love.  Happy.”
You laugh out loud before you can help it and take a second to notice his glare.  “Sorry, sorry!” you wheeze, sounding decidedly not sorry.  “You sounded like you wanted to fuck him there, for a second, I’m sorry!”
“Aye well, he’s handsome, no?  I’d go fo’ him!”
“...yeah.”  You sigh dreamily as you think about Johnny’s boss—tall and handsome, with arms the size of trucks—and the appeal is obvious.  You’ve met Simon several times over the years, and he’s only ever shown you respect and polite interest.  He’s not exactly your type, but even you can’t turn your nose up at a man that looks like Simon does.
“Okay, that’s enough daydreamin,’ brat!”  Johnny laughs, knocking into your shoulder with his own.  “Lustin’ after a married man.”  He shakes his head dramatically.  “Yer shameful.”
“Nah.  I’m happy for him too!  And…you needn’t be upset about this, Johnny—”
“I’m no’ upset at all—”
“I know.”  You put your hands up in surrender.  “You can be happy for your friend, and for Simon, and you can want it for yourself too.  Nothing wrong with that.”  You try to keep your voice calm, but understanding.  After all, you know all too well the feelings of both, coveting and being happy for your friend.    
 “Guess not.  N’ these things take time, do they not?  It’ll happen?”
“It’ll happen,” you confirm.  “Just need to find the right person and feel the right feelings for them.”    
“Gosh, this conversation’s makin’ me miserable!  Hate bein’ single, y’know?  S’not good for me.”  He leans against the backrest again, and turns his head just so he can look at you.  “We’re both single at the same time in a long time, bonnie.  Ye realised that yet?”
“Shit.  Yeah, you’re right!  Wow.  I hadn’t realised that!”   In fact, you hadn’t stopped thinking about it.             
“We oughta do somethin’ abou’ it?”
You hope to god your laugh only sounds nervous to your own ears, and that you don’t like a character in a Sunday morning cartoon with your shifty eyes that don’t dare stray in the direction of Johnny’s face.  “How about, tomorrow, I pick you up after your shift and buy you a drink?  We’ll even stop at that nasty chicken shop you like after.  So you can’t complain that I don’t do anything nice for you!”  
His eyes melt, and you along with them.  “Thank ye, bonnie.”
“Always.”
You can’t help but smile when his eyes radiate pure happiness at your words.  It takes so little to make Johnny happy and you want to spend a lifetime doing it.  So lost are you in the thought, that you don’t notice the twitch in the muscles of his forearm at the look on your face, how his fingers tremble as they cup your cheek.  When he kisses your forehead gratefully and leans away from you, you don’t hear his heart speed up or his shaky exhale, don’t feel his clammy palms.   
“And you’ve ne’er felt it, eh?  The right feelin’ for the right person?” he quotes you.
“No,” you lie.  I love you.  “You?”
“No,” he lies.  “But…maybe someday, eh?”
“Maybe someday,” you agree, easily.      
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penvisions · 8 months
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these fics are currently imbedded into my psyche and have eaten my whole soul. i wanted to say thank you to all of the new (and old) followers and love on my own pieces as of late and what better way to celebrate than share the love!
dad's best friend by @jrrmint
i know it when i see it by @bageldaddy
a safe haven || to hell and back by @darkroastjoel
late night texts by @mvtthewmurdvck
a stranger's heart without a home || a gold rush by @morning-star-joy
palamino || seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin
ghost of you || trial and error by @thetriumphantpanda
your summer dream by @swiftispunk
yearling || beskar doll by @justagalwhowrites
take care of you by @theidiotwhowritesthings
honeyed by @softlyspector
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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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(via @/variety on twitter) 🥹
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puhpandas · 3 months
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THE TIME TRAVELERS BEAR REACHED 40K HITS!!!
crazy to think my first fic ever from when i was a beginner writer has this many hits on ao3 lol. kinda crazy to me. its still so special to me despite how rare updates are! the rabbit hunters are my guys! ill never stop caring for them. this au is my beloved
thanks for all the comments and fanart and nice stuff for this fic! its kept it going this long and its amazing knowing people like this story so much <3 even if ive moved past it a bit ill always try to come back for another update for these guys
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I always remember that interview where Whoopi Goldberg described seeing Nichelle Nichols as Uhura for the first time as a child. She was absolutely stunned, yelling for her whole family to come and see this new show that was on because “There’s a Black woman on TV and she’s not a maid!” Perhaps not-so-coincidentally, Goldberg later went on to play Guinan. Nichols’ work as Uhura was instrumental in opening the way for Avery Brooks and Sonequa Martin Green as the first Black Captains in the franchise, and many of the Black characters who have been part of the series’ supporting casts. The legacy of the character of Uhura continues today in her 21st century portrayals by Zoe Saldana and Celia Rose Gooding.
Nichols’ invaluable portrayal had tangible impacts outside the acting world as well. Her performance was recognized by leaders of the Civil Rights Movement such as Martin Luther King Jr. He considered her work instrumental in helping audiences imagine a future with equality and integration as facts of life for all people, especially Black people. Nichols also used her role to encourage Black people to pursue careers in space, with several astronauts from NASA citing her as an inspiration for their careers. Among them is Mae Jemison, the first Black woman in space.
Sure, Nyota Uhura is fictional. She’s “just” a character on TV. But Nichelle Nichols and her groundbreaking career are real. Her impact is real. When she acted on set each day, she took part in imagining a better future. Uhura as a character helped people to understand and revise the kinds of things that could be possible for them.
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outtoshatter · 18 days
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I finally reached my goal of hitting 2 million words on my ao3 account! I've been striving for that for a few years by now and I finally did it, yay! Mostly I just wanted to shout about it to my pals and followers. This is me bragging and also just generally being SO HAPPY to have reached my goal. Time to think of another one, I guess!
My newest fic, Wolf Kissed, is what pushed me over the edge and I'm so thrilled it was that one--my pet project, my absolute most self-indulgent thing in years. I loved it and I am so happy I got to wallow in it for a while.
And since I'm bragging I might as well ask: if anyone wanted to celebrate with me and send me which out of my fics was their favorite, I'd really love to hear it 💛💛💛💛💛
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peachyiskeen · 30 days
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Savouring the allure and elegance of golden and beige. ✨
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