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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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steddie dads??? in my 2024??? it's more likely than you'd think
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lunarlivs · 3 months
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here is harry as fun kids i found on pinterest :)
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hits-differently · 6 months
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1989 (Taylor's Version) / Sweeter Than Fiction
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anon-nee · 3 months
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Puppy Gale
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Catering to me, myself and I with this one but if you thought of Gale Dekarios with dog ears too: you're welcome
Do not copy, steal, repost, distribute or edit.
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mickedy · 2 months
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mr. mouse… people call him “the mouse”.. dad of Mickey and Oswald unrelated to any real life figures or namesakes. (audible wink)
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jeansyvesmoreau · 6 months
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here's the highest quality leak of sweeter than fiction tv that I could find!
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cemeterything · 4 months
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mpliego · 1 year
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absolutely in love with golden hour by @simplykorra​ 💕🤠💕
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nico-di-genova · 1 month
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Strollonso Texts
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leafwateraddict · 8 months
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Tfw you realize the dating sim you found dumpster diving might be cursed-
Day 6 of @sansxyouweek : Game On!
Alternate versions under the cut!
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It came out a bit more menacing than intended- but just know that she is staring lovingly <3
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fo-enjoyer · 8 months
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When someone has the same f/o as you moodboard (ok sharing edition)
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The "wow this relationship was so compelling and/or queer I'm sure that there is much fan stuff" to "Oh yeah I forgot the fandom branded these characters as having a familial relationship such as siblings or parent/child and harassed people who said otherwise" pipeline
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batlovestomarry · 4 months
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for the longest time i’ve wondered why and how people hate on this tom (from the half-blood prince) and i was thinking more on that a little today.
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because have you even WATCHED the scenes he’s in? his voice? perfect. his mannerisms? absolutely chilling. he nails the role of a teenage tom, he’s creepy and unnerving and fits his character to a t.
and then i was pondering the things that people might not like about him, and i came to the conclusion that perhaps he’s too unsettling.
then i got rid of that previous thought because people who enjoy tom’s character have to be okay with some frightening behavior.
the only reason i can see why people who are tom riddle “enthusiasts” don’t like this tom’s general eerie-ness is that they don’t actually like tom riddle for tom riddle and only see him as this suave and sexy bad boy who is obviously only manipulative in a hot way.
the moment tom riddle isn’t a character they can blatantly sexualize (which isn’t a problem in itself but it’s necessary to the point i’m attempting to make) because he’s suddenly become too “weird” and “scary” (aka his CANON characterization) people freak out and act like this tom riddle portrayal is horrible and bad because, what do you mean their completely made up view of him where he isn’t seductive and suave and attractively toxic and is instead a clinical psychopath is the real deal????
this whole mischaracterization of tom is also why people are so quick to love tom riddle but not voldemort, who is the exact same person. yes, tom riddle could be and certainly was suave and charming when the situation needed it, but the point is that it was a ruse. it wasn’t his true self. voldemort is, above all, devoid of empathy, and it baffles me that people are surprised when he acts like it.
all in all, i absolutely ADORE the tom above and i think the hate on him (which i’ve mostly seen coming from tiktok, no surprise there) is unnecessary and forced. he’s the perfect tom riddle.
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imbestforyou · 11 months
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you belong with me
pairing: jj maybank x bestfriend!reader
summary: reader is in love with jj, but jj’s dating another girl…
warnings: unmutual pining, minor profanity, poorly edited, cliffhanger (sorry i got lazy), short pt. 2 if people want it idk, little angst and fluff
approx. reading time: 8 minutes and 30 seconds
writing inspo: you belong with me (taylor’s version) by taylor swift
masterlist :)
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“wait what?” i exclaimed. i was sitting in sarah’s room listening to her talk about her day at the beach with the pogues.
“yes i swear! he brought emily there and had his arm wrapped around her and everything! didn’t even surf, which is crazy for jj.”
“so he must be serious about this girl, right?” i sighed as i layed on her bed. i couldn’t believe it. jj maybank? in a relationship with a kook girl?
“i mean i don’t know much. but if i’m being honest, he didn’t seem that interested in her.” she talked as she curled her hair for her date with john b. i stayed silent. i couldn’t believe it.
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“hey y/n!” i stopped in my tracks. i knew that voice all too well. and it was the voice of someone i had been ignoring for the past two weeks. i turned slowly to face him.
“hey.” i said looking at the floor. purposely avoiding eye contact. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to see jj, i did. but it hurt to know he was dating someone else. especially emily, someone who was drastically different from me, from all the pogues to be honest.
“i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’s up with that? sarah told me you’ve been sick, but i told her that was bullshit. you haven’t gotten sick since like the 3rd grade.” he grabbed me by the shoulders playfully. i look up to see emily staring at me from the bar.
“uh yeah. i don’t know what happened. probably got it from my parents after they came back from new york.” it was a lie. my parents hadn’t been to new york in ages.
with emily giving me a death stare and jj touching me, i was feeling claustrophobic and a little freaked out, “anyways look i’ll see you later. i have to get home and get some homework done.” i turn around and start walking before he can begin a sentence.
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you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
she's going off about something that you said
‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
my eyes were closed while i sunbathed on the beach before i was interrupted by another call on my phone.
jj <3 - 3 missed calls
jj <3 - calling now
“hello?”
“y/n? y/n! hey how- how are you doing?” he stutters a bit.
“hey i’m doing fine? are you okay? you sound a little weird.”
“i’m good just pissed at emily.” he huffed.
“ahh emily. so how is your new girlfriend?”
“she’s pissed at me for some lame joke i made with pope. and she called attacking me and shit because i was being a douchebag or something.”
“ha what else is new.” i joke. and he laughs which stops my heart for a minute. i pause then ask,
“what was the joke?” i ask, curious to know why emily would be so upset.
“i told her the dress she was wearing looked like a hospital gown and she got all pissed. wasn’t even a good joke…” he mumbled.
i laughed, he was right. it wasn’t, i could think of thousands of jokes better, but i could tell it must’ve been an attempt to make emily and pope laugh.
“i guess she doesn’t get your humor.”
“guess not…” he sighs then starts again,
“hey l was wondering if you wanted to hang out later. i don’t know i’ve been feeling really distant from you recently.
“yeah i’m sorry about that, um so like with the pogues or…?”
“nah just yo- sorry hold that thought emily’s calling me and i really don’t want to make her more mad. i’ll call you back.”
he never called back.
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im in the room, it's a typical tuesday night
im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
and she'll never know your story like I do
a week had passed and he still hadn’t called me. i wasn’t even trying to ignore him anymore, he just was never around. school had ended and summer break had finally begun. and still no call.
as i layed on my bed and sang along to “the blue” by gracie abrams, sarah tries convincing me to talk to jj.
“why don’t you just call him? see what’s up? it’s not like him to be this distant. it’s with john b too, hasn’t been to the chateau recently. and you know how his dad is.”
“a shitty father is what he is.” i spit out. even though i was irritated at jj for not even trying to keep any communication between any of the pogues my hatred for luke will always be worse.
i sit up, “look he’s probably fine and with emily. i’ll talk to john b to get him to chill. but honestly i don’t think jj wants to keep contact with any of us. if he wanted to he would have.”
“i don’t know, you should call him. emily has like tied him up all for herself. have you noticed that?”
but she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
shes cheer captain and im on the bleachers
dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
“i mean i think everyone has. or that fact that she’s nothing like any of us and exactly like the type of girl he would make fun of.”
“a kook princess, like what i was.”
“exactly. i don’t want to judge him but why would he go into a relationship with someone who he so obviously doesn’t like?”
“something is up y/n. go figure it out.” she grabbed my car keys and pushed me out the door.
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standing by and waiting at your back door
all this time, how could you not know, baby?
you belong with me, you belong with me
i take a deep breathe before knocking at his door.
no response. i knock again.
“hello! anyone home?”
“shut the hell u- y/n?” jj opens the door.
“hi- hey i just came to check on you. can i come in?”
he turns back, no doubt looking for his father. “probably not the best idea.”
“yeah- yeah uh wanna go to mine? so we can talk?” he nods and shuts the door behind him. he doesn’t make eye contact but all i can do is stare at the blood on his face and knuckles.
oh, I remember you driving to my house
in the middle of the night
im the one who makes you laugh
when you know you're 'bout to cry
and I know your favorite songs
and you tell me 'bout your dreams
think I know where you belong
think I know it's with me
i unlock my house from the back door to hopefully not make as much noise. my parents couldn’t find out i was sneaking in a boy in the middle of the night. i hurriedly close the door to my room and turn to him.
“are you okay?” i spill out.
“yes.” he’s quiet, that’s not the jj i know.
“you know you can talk to us, right? like any of the pogues, we’re here for you. i’m here for you.” i move closer and touch the blood on his forehead, and he winces. his head is sticky, like if he had been sweating. and i can’t decide whether it’s because of the humidity or if he was fighting with his father. probably both.
“luke?” he just nods. my heart breaks for him. i grab his hand and let him sit on my bed. i grab my first aid kit and rubbing alcohol and get to work on the blood and bruises on his hand and knuckles.
we sit in comfortable silence. but it was mostly me waiting to see if he was going to talk about his dad.
“i didn’t want to ignore you guys.” he speaks so low, i almost couldnt hear him. i kneel down so i can look at his face.
“then why did you?”
“i- i told my dad something, stupid i know. but he blew up on me a couple weeks ago. told me his boss had a nice daughter named emily my age. said if i could get with her, he’d get more money or some shit. i don’t know i guess i wanted to make him proud. so i- i started dating her. kept fucking it up and he would beat the shit out of me. didn’t want you guys to see me like that.”
i sighed. my hands were holding his for comfort. something we’d done since we were kids but felt really unfamiliar now.
“what’d you tell your dad to make him set you up with emily?”
he coughed, “told’m that i loved someone.”
my heart dropped for the second time in two months. why did i even think for a second that’d i’d have a chance? i told myself we belonged together.
“oh.” i got up and released my hands from his. suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. i cleared my throat.
“um well, i have some sleeping bags in my closet and if you want you can sleep in my bed or um whatever feels more com-“
“i told him i loved you.”
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 9 months
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maddie-grove · 5 months
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It just always bums me out when people don’t take Elizabeth Bennet’s desire not to replicate her parents’ marriage seriously. I would argue that a marriage of mutual respect was even more important in an era where a woman’s material well-being was so completely tied to her husband’s decisions, not less.
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