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bartowskis · 5 months
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And it feels good to be known so well
REBELCAPTAIN + "TRUE BLUE" BY BOYGENIUS
(in/sp) [for @jynersso ♡]
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burningblake · 4 months
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#for science ACE & NANCY | 3.13 The Ransom of the Forsaken Soul
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captain-hen · 9 months
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maisieepeters · 6 months
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Nancy and Ace + their cute matching outfits
Nancy Drew (2019 - 2023), 2.13 "The Beacon of Moonstone Island"
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nicolasnelson · 1 year
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LOCKWOOD & CO | 1.04 “Sweet Dreams”
The problem is, when you like the spotlight as much as I do, it's quite an adjustment to realise that the real reason you might be here is to shine it on somebody else.
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jukeboxsource · 2 years
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luke patterson’s accessories: shoelace belt
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jatpdaily · 2 years
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Julie Molina & Luke Patterson Julie And The Phantoms | 1.08 — “Unsaid Emily”
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jatpwomen · 2 years
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Flynn Taylor Julie And The Phantoms | 1.07 — “Edge of Great”
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loverhymeswith · 1 year
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The Only Place I Want to Be | Rick Flag x F!Reader
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A/N: As part of No Fucks Given November, I will be posting my unfinished WIPs throughout the month. Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for reading this all those months ago!
Summary: A continuation of Something Just Like This
Words: 1.1K
Warnings: None
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Rick is waiting for you in the airport parking lot, leaning casually against the hood of the beat-up old Jeep, arms folded over his broad chest and tattoos on full display. You’re so accustomed to seeing him in tactical gear, you almost don’t recognise him in the t-shirt and jeans combo, but your traitorous heart still skips a beat at the first sight of him after all this time.
The last six months have been kind to him, that’s for sure. His hair is a little longer and his jaw more stubbled than when you parted ways on the Louisiana runway, and when he spots you wheeling your suitcase towards him, there’s a sparkle in those hazel eyes that you haven’t seen in a while.
Striding over to intercept your luggage, he flashes you a brilliant grin. “Hey you. Glad you could finally make it.”
You return his smile, thankful that he has no idea how fast your pulse has been racing ever since you got on the plane. You’ve been putting off this visit to DC for months now, coming up with all manner of excuses until Rick eventually took matters into his own hands. “Well, you bought me the ticket. Would have been rude not to show up.” 
Rick surveys you for a moment, eyes scanning you from head to toe in that familiar, clinical way of his. At least he’s no longer assessing you for injuries. The only danger here is from your own emotions and over the last few months you’ve turned hiding them into an art form. 
Satisfied by whatever he sees, he beckons you forwards into his waiting arms. “C’mere, darlin’.”
He never did need to tell you twice.
Slipping into his warm embrace, you allow yourself a moment to savour this – to savour him - the feeling of having his large body wrapped around yours again. It’s almost too much to bear. Despite your reluctance to visit, the truth is you’ve missed him more than words can say. More than you could ever divulge over the late-night phone calls and sporadic text messages.
His voice is muffled as he presses his face into your hair, but there’s no mistaking the words that spill from those familiar lips. “I missed you.”
Before you can return the sentiment, you’re distracted by the sound of barking coming from the back of the Jeep. Withdrawing from his arms, a spark of excitement chases away your lingering anxiety. “Rick, is that...?”
Fishing the keys from his back pocket, he nods. “You wanna meet him?”
Without waiting for your answer, Rick takes the handle of your suitcase and leads you round to the back of the Jeep. The instant he opens the trunk, a huge streak of golden fur leaps out at you. “Darlin’, meet Sarge.”
The ex-military dog you’ve heard so much about almost bowls you over, but a short sharp command from Rick stops him in his tracks. Tongue lolling out, and tail still wagging furiously, Sarge sits to attention, his eyes never leaving Rick. You know that adopting the Golden Retriever was one of the first things Rick did after moving back to DC and seeing them together now, two retired soldiers, you can’t help but think what a perfect match they are.
“I see you’ve got him well trained, Colonel. Why am I not surprised?”
“Can’t really take the credit for that.” Rick shrugs, a soft smile tugging at his mouth as he watches you drop to your knees and fuss over the dog.
“Who’s a good boy?” You coo, gliding your fingers through Sarge’s silky fur and temporarily ignoring your friend. “Are you a good boy? Yes, you are.” 
Sarge responds with a wet lick to your cheek.  
“I love him already.” You grin up at Rick, who offers you his hand to pull you back to your feet.
“Think he loves you too,” he chuckles. “So, you ready to hit the road?” 
Once Sarge and your luggage are safely stowed in the car, Rick – ever the gentleman – helps you into the passenger seat. With soft rock tunes playing on the radio, he starts the engine and begins the drive to his apartment on the outskirts of the city.
“How was the flight?” he asks, fingers drumming against the steering wheel in time to the music. Rick has never been one for small talk, but you’re thankful for it now.
“Shorter than I expected,” you admit, trying to keep your attention on the road instead of him. You’d pictured a distance of a million miles lying between the two of you. But with the flight from New Orleans taking a little over two hours, you realise it’s really no distance at all. 
When Rick first told you he was leaving Louisiana, you’d be lying if you said the news hadn’t come as a shock. For five long years you’d worked together as Colonel and Lieutenant, practically inseparable given the long hours and impossible schedules. Perhaps it was naïve of you to assume this wasn’t going to change when you finally found yourselves free from Waller’s clutches. But almost immediately after receiving your ARGUS severance packages, Rick broke the news that he was moving back to DC for a ‘fresh start’. 
After everything you had been through together, everything you’d shared, you can’t deny that this hurt. You’d always imagined you’d have more time. Time to talk, time to figure things out. But equally, you couldn’t begrudge him for wanting a clean slate. After all, it’s what you want too, deep down. But Louisiana isn’t quite ready to release its hold on you.
“Didn’t think you were ever gonna come and see me.” He shoots a playful look across at you, despite the accusatory tone.
“What can I say,” you shrug. “I’ve been busy.”
The truth is that you needed to work up the courage. You’ve been so worried that there would be no room for you in his new life.. Would he really want to see you again - a reminder of all the terrible things he witnessed, all the terrible things he did?
Not only that, but you still haven’t spoken about the flight back from Corto Maltese. At the time, it felt like the start of something… real. Something special. But the more you think about it, the more you wonder how you could have been so mistaken. The pair of you were coming down from a near death experience, adrenaline coursing through your veins and pushing you together. Neither of you can be held accountable for what happened on that plane, for any promises made.
The slight crease in Rick’s brow suggests he doesn’t believe your lie, but he doesn’t prod, allowing you to slip into a comfortable silence. You’re grateful for that. Grateful that your Colonel still knows when to push you and when to let you stew.
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pearlcaddy · 1 year
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jukeboxsource challenge ♫ tour yearoftheotp ♡ long distance Darkness Would Turn to Light Julie Molina/Luke Patterson Tags: Living!Phantoms AU, Alternate Universe - Famous, Touring, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Aged-Up Characters, Long Distance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Illness
Summary: Nearing the end of an exhausting year on her solo tour, Julie is on the verge of a breakdown. Luke tries something desperate to help.
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dasakuryo · 1 year
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okay, but how about those fandom jargon gifset trends but with languages other than English?
I’ll start. Argentinean Rioplatense Spanish edition for your blorbos •boludo/a/e (affectionate) •boludo/a/e (derogatory) •ay, pero si será pelotudo/a/e (angrily)
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burningblake · 3 months
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THE SIGIL SCENE in Nancy Drew 4.03 ↪ but it's just the eye contact
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peblezq · 1 year
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The streets of Gotham are claustrophobic. They function similar to veins with clogged arteries. The city has been rather diseased for as long as Harleen could remember, but that doesn't stop her from walking with her head held high and her lips unable to resist the oncoming grin.
She walks with a perky bounce, ready to attack whatever obstacle comes her way. She bops her head to the tune playing in her ears, her nimble fingers moving to turn up the volume on her walkman. Her dance is subtle and reserved, but her walk is noticeably more lively than the other people around her.
As she turns the corner, approaching Arkham State Hospital, she feels someone pull her headphones off. She stumbles into an awkward standstill, turning to look into the eyes of the man holding her headphones.
"Careful, sweetheart. Can't let your pretty self get too distracted with such things. Someone could sneak up on you, " the man says with a vile grin.
Harleen feigns a smile, a habit she hasn't figured out how to get rid of. She begins to lightly chuckle as he hands back her headphones. "Yeah, " she says in a quiet, yet bold tone.
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A submission for @nofucksgivennovember
That's it. I think it was gonna be my take on a Harley Quinn story based on 2019's Joker starring Joaquin Phoenix as the Joker. I just kinda lost interest in it and forgot until I dug through my old WIPs for "no fucks given november". I only vaguely remember what the plot was gonna be *shrugs*
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maisieepeters · 8 months
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like daylight
it's golden like daylight
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dramatical · 2 years
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Julie and The Phantoms, tell your friends!
THANK YOU JATP TEAM FOR AN INCREDIBLE SEASON (2020)
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stydixa · 2 years
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Julie/Luke + book quotes
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