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iheartliquor · 1 year

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#BURNETT'S #burnett's vodka #vodka #clothes #clothes i made #crafts #just for fun #once again i am vodka purist do not drink flavored vodka but i find the labels and concept very aspirational #well ill drink it if theres nothing else #and kinda good #LIQUOR #PARTY

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indy829 · 10 months

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My twobats edit of Batman: The Adventures Continue Season Three (2023) #2. Bruce doesn't like a blabbermouth.

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atomic-raunch · 3 months

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Lorraine Burnett

#lorraine burnett #pinup #vintage cheesecake #50’s pinup #vintage smut #60’s pinup #mid century pinup #vintage sleaze

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petaltexturedskies · 1 year

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Frances Hodgson Burnett, from The Secret Garden

#typography #typographyedit #the secret garden #frances hodgson burnett #spring #spring quotes

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vader-anakin · 8 months

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Sebastian Stan as Max Burnett - Sharper (2023)

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vellicore · 9 months

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THE ERAS (SEBASTIAN‘S VERSION)

#sebastian stan #mickeyhenrys edits #bucky barnes #carter baizen #charles blackwood #scott Huffman #lance tucker #Nick Fowler #Steve kemp #destroyer Chris #Mickey Henry #max burnett

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oldshowbiz · 11 months

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Everybody is Disgusting.

#bad reviews #letters to the editor #george carlin #diahann carroll #johnny carson #carol burnett

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davidhudson · 4 months

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Rod Serling, December 25, 1924 – June 28, 1975.

With Carole Burnett.

#rod serling #carole burnett #television

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sebastianstan-stanner · 2 months

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Sebastian Stan 🤝 Dark Hair

#sebastian stan #max burnett #max #sharper #tommy lee #pam & tommy #dark hair

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citizenscreen · 10 months

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Rod Serling arm wrestles with Carol Burnett behind the scenes of ‘The Twilight Zone” 1962 episode, "Cavender Is Coming" in which Carol is featured.

#rod serling #carol burnett

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iheartliquor · 2 years

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wat would emerge if i ever went in the sensory deprivation tank lmao

#BURNETT'S #BURNETT'S VODKA #WORKING ON MORE BURNETT'S SHIRTS TBH !#I ALWAYS MAKE JOKES BUT I AM LITERALLY IN FACT THE BROTHER IN ORANGE COUNTY THATS LIKE #DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD SCREAMING ABOUT MAKING FUNNY SHIRTS #LITERALLY #LITERALLY LITERAALLY AM HIM #VODKA #PARTY #GRAPHIC DESIGN

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wexler · 2 months

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Carol Burnett for Harper's Bazaar by Julianne Smolinski Photographed by Yelena Yemchuk

#photopgrahed by ebon moss bachrach's wife??? ok hell yeah #her calling the bcs cast a family :')))))#carol burnett

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eloquentreverie · 6 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 as 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 in 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 (2023)

#sebastian stan #max burnett #sharper #sebastianstanedit #sebstan #sebstanedit #sebstanedits #sebstangif #sebstangifs #gifs #my gifs #ya girl can make gifs again!!

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nobeerreviews · 12 days

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Wisteria! Liquid floods of flowers Shake softly down exultant showers

-- Frances Hodgson Burnett

#wisteria #flowers #beauty #frances hodgson burnett #nature photography #spring #quote #switzerland

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notafunkiller · 1 year

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Sebastian Stan’s filmography: 2019-2023

#sebastian stan #my giffs #bucky barnes x reader #max burnett #tommy lee #steve kemp #nick fowler #mickey henry #lee bodecker #scott huffman #frank endgins beginnings #sebastianstan #sebastianstanedit #fysebastianstan #stansclan #sebastian stan gifs #sebstan #sebstanedit

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hello my beautiful bubs💗 so I see you added Max Burnett to your list and like to request a little angsty and fluff.

So Maybe him and reader get into a ugly and heated argument or he leaves her with no explanation like he does in the movie but then they End up fixing everything after awhile.

hey baby! I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - max left you with a word, causing you to go through many stages of heartbreak until you finally meet again after 5 years.

warning - angst, swearing, heartbreak, no happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

He told you to meet him here. You were sure of it. You had reread the address and time he sent, not wanting to disappoint him. You waited anxiously on the bed, gnawing your bottom lip as you whipped your head from the door to your phone. You turned it on and went to the messages, opening his contact.

Max❤: Meet me at our spoken place, you know what room. No, later than 12.

You looked at the time, noting it was now an hour past 12, and you were all alone. You scrolled through the messages you had sent him.

You: I’m here. 12:00 seen

You: Max? Where are you? 12:05 seen

You: Max? 12:15 seen

You stared sadly at your last message.

You: I see… You’re not coming… 1:00 message could not be delivered

You blinked back the tears, wondering if you would’ve seen the signs beforehand if you weren’t so stupidly in love. You would’ve rathered him break things off face to face instead of leaving you like this. Did he even care about you? Were you nothing to him? All these thoughts ran through your head as you stared at the wall, not bothering to wipe the tears that rolled down your cheek away. You must’ve been there for a long time because you were only brought out of your zoned-out state when someone entered the room, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and asking if you were okay. You painfully smiled, nodding your head before leaving. You made your way home, feeling drained of all emotion, not knowing if you’ll ever feel okay again.

You slowly stripped from your clothes, turned the shower on and entered. Your head rested against the cool tile, letting the water run down your body as tears fell from your eyes. Your heart hurt more than ever, squeezing harshly inside your chest as if someone had reached inside and begun to squeeze. Your sobs filled the quietness of your apartment, showing you how alone you really were. Once you were finished with your shower, you slowly got out and dried yourself, dressing in your comfy clothes before crawling into your bed, ignoring the harsh rumbles in your stomach, begging for food, ignoring the dryness of your throat. You just wanted to close your eyes and never wake again.

It had been about five years since Max left you without a goodbye and a shattered heart. You spent the first year numb, barely living or feeling anything. Your friends and family didn’t see or hear from you, and when they did, they noticed that you barely took care of yourself. They tried convincing you to go to therapy, but you stared at them blankly. Barely even hearing a word they spoke to you.

The second year, you spent grieving. Your feelings came crashing down on you one day, and you couldn’t stop the dam from breaking. You’d cry whenever you saw something that reminded you of him, and you’d cry if you saw his name or someone who looked like him. You’d cry when you came home and saw things he had gifted you or the jumper he had left behind. The people in your life were still worried, but they were relieved you were at least feeling something now, taking more care of yourself than the previous year.

And now we are here. For the remaining years, you became cold, heartless, and mean. You had built walls so damn high around your heart that no one could penetrate it. This is what caused the meeting you walked into. Your friends and family sat in your loungeroom as you walked into your apartment, staring at you worriedly. Throwing excuses that they care about you, they're worried about your well-being, and that you need to get help. You left, slamming the door behind you and heading to the closet bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a whiskey, needing something strong. You barely took notice of the man sitting beside you, rolling your eyes as other seats were available.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you drink whiskey.” You scowled, knowing who was now sitting beside you by the voice. Max smirked, leaning against the counter. “What, no hug?” You skulled the rest of your drink, slamming the glass down before slowly turning toward him, noticing the smug look on his face.

You smirk, causing his brows to furrow as confusion takes over his features before you raise your fist and slam it into his face, hearing the crunch of his nose. You slam some bills down onto the counter and begin to walk off, exiting the bar to get as far away from that asshole as possible. You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw, when you heard him following behind you. “Hey! Wait up!” You don’t. You just pick up your pace until he grabs hold of your arm and spins you, quickly raising his hands as you go to punch him again. “I just want to talk.”

“Talk?” You growl, stepping closer to the man. “Now you just want to talk? After five fucking years, you finally want to fucking talk?!” You scream, punching his chest until he grabs your wrists and stares at you. You huff, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk, Max. I want you to fuck off. I want to return to five years ago and get the shattered pieces of my heart back.” You lick your lips, “I want to go back to before I met you so that I could have never met you and fallen for your stupid words and your stupid face. I want to be me again, but guess what? I can’t! Because I fell for you.”

He raises a brow, gulping as he continues to stare at you. He took in how beautiful you had gotten and how your sweet scent wafted through the air and into his nose. He missed you and feels it’s too late to make it up to you, but god, he will try his hardest too. “Are you done?”

“Let me go, you asshole.” You growl. You wouldn’t let him back in. You couldn’t. You don’t know if you’ll survive another heartbreak and aren’t willing to try.

“Just listen to me, okay? I’ve been looking for you for five years.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s true, goddamit, Y/n! Will you just fucking listen to me.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, huh? What’s worse than you pretending to fucking love me and then leaving me without so much of a word?” Your glare sharpens, desperately wanting to get far away from him.

“For fuck sake! I didn’t pretend to fucking love you! I still fucking love you! I didn’t have a fucking choice, okay?!” Your brows furrow, wondering what the fuck he means by that. Max sighs. “They were onto you and me. They threatened to hurt you if I met or even spoke to you. It took me four years to get away from them, to get them off my radar. You disappeared. I’ve been looking for you to ensure they didn’t do anything. Fuck! I didn’t want to fucking hurt you!”

You shake your head, not wanting to believe him. You couldn’t. Sure, you still had some love for him, but you couldn’t put yourself through that again. Max cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes with his tear-filled ones. “Please, just give me a chance… Even as a friend, I just… Please, I need to have you in my life.” You shrug against him, stepping back and away from him.

“I don’t know… Maybe in another life, but I don’t know if I can put myself through that again.” You swallow the sob that tries to pass your lips before turning away from him and walking away, holding back the tears that want to fall.

“Y/n! Please!” He cries vision blurred with tears as he watches you leave him like he left you.

thank you for reading!

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