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turrondeluxe · 1 year
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Lovers Rock
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emeraldofthewind · 3 months
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happy valentines!! Lovers rock rajbow in suits is so real
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kkdisco · 1 year
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nsoqfds · 4 months
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Because love can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing
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vamptizm · 23 days
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LOVERS ROCK masterlist
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⋆𐙚 SYNOPSIS — ahn yoona and ning yi zhuo were polar opposites from different worlds and statuses, so when ningning begs yoona to help her get with her crush in exchange for doing her math homework, yoona can’t miss out on a good deal.
⋆𐙚 PAIRING — loser!ningning x mean girl!oc
⋆𐙚 GENRE — smau. angst, crack, fluff, non!idol au, college au, loser x popular, slow burn.
⋆𐙚 WARNINGS — suggestive themes, explicit language, kys jokes, homophobia,
⋆𐙚 STATUS — ongoing
⋆𐙚 TAGLIST — open!
NOTES — i genuinely hope i don’t lose motivation for this or i will CRY! anyway lmk if u wanna be on the tag list.
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PROFILES : o. 2 cunts 5 gays! oo. lov(s)ers!
⋆𐙚 ONE — yoona care me
⋆𐙚 TWO — downbadism
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flowersforfrancis · 8 months
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“‘Cause when you look at me like that my darling”
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hibiscusfl · 3 months
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“The first time I laid eyes with you…”
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annesthaeticc · 3 months
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lovers rock | sherlock x fem!reader
| Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader
| one shot , song fic
| 961 words
| 'because love can burn like a cigarette, and leave you alone with nothing...' What Sherlock and Y/N had was beautiful, but it crashed and burned.
A/N okay bear with me it's short, but hey it's something, right? testing the waters asi hopefully hopefully come back into writing. let me know what you think!
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“Such a small world,” you quietly said and watched as the air escaped your lungs, echoing your words. The party inside was loud, but not loud enough for the silence outside was piercing yet calming. And so, he heard you. Slowly, he turned to see who spoke and found your silhouette, your shape outlined amongst the trees and the pillars.
Slowly, he walked towards you. Yet another mistake he was about to make. For all the choices he made that involved you, it led to one.
One. Big. Mistake.
Sherlock heard his heart thudding. Crashing and breaking in every step he made towards you. You sat there frozen, your eyes unblinking, or at least trying not to blink for you feared that if you do so, he might disappear.
Just like he did back then.
Sherlock sometimes wished he never pursued you, but here he was, about to do the very same thing. He never learned.
“Indeed it is.” he replied, his very perfect presence now crowding over you. His shadow embraced you and your eyes finally blinked only to find he was still there, standing in front of you.
He was taller. His face is more defined. His curls, curled to perfection. His perfume was the same, or is it? His lips fuller, more inviting than ever.
Sherlock noticed this, and cannot help himself but do the very same. You were perfect in every shape and form, as the day he met you. He committed crimes before, but his favorite might be the one he is about to make; to kiss you.
Silence passed by the small distance between you and him and it was almost deafening. You were waiting for him to say something. Something along the lines of “I’m sorry I left you…” And he was doing just the same, waiting for the words like “I’m sorry I couldn't wait for you…”
“Best man leaving early?” you finally said, shyly asking. He nodded and looked away.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, cutting you off before you could even say anything.
“I was invited, well not just me really, Ian and I were…” your voice trailed off as your husband's name left your lips. Again, he nodded.
Ah yes, Ian. Sherlock knew more than you. He is decent enough, this Sherlock could guarantee. But not decent enough to leave you on your own for days, even weeks or months on end while he was traveling the world on some sort of opera tour. Sherlock didn't care enough to dig for more details.
All he knew was deep seated anger and sadness.
And this resonated through the walls of the second floor of 221B Baker Street for months. Your wedding invitation sent for him lay hopeless on his desk, waiting to be written on to confirm his invitation. He was about to decline after finally making a decision that went on for weeks, only to find out it was pointless to respond because your wedding was already done.
And so, he threw the invitation in the fire. He watched as the intricate paper got swallowed by the flames, melting into ashes, into nothing. He was mesmerized by it. How something could be nothing because of the burning flames.
He was shaken from his thoughts when he saw your hand, holding a packet of cigarettes. You were offering him one and Sherlock accepted. You sat down again on the bench and he followed, allowing a few inches between you.
Quietly, the two of you smoked. Avoiding glancing or talking. You were caught up in a trance and were shaken out of it when you felt movement. Sherlock stood up and stepped on the cigarette. His shoe dug into the grass as the last of the embers glowed.
“Going somewhere?” you asked.
“Home.” he replied, his voice deep.
“I could drive you.” you offered.
“No thank you. I’ll catch a cab.” he replied, slowly walking away.
“Sherlock, wait, please—” you caught up with him and offered to drive him once more. He declined and you almost gave up.
His figure faded into the darkness when you cried out, “Sherlock, I'm sorry.”
Tears flooded your eyes and you couldn't help. It fell from your eyes, flowing down your face. Everything was blurry and you felt your hands shaking from the nicotine and from the adrenaline of your apology.
“It's been 12 years, Y/N,” he replied. “Why are you saying sorry now?”
“Because…”
“You will not tempt me to play one of your games, Y/N. Not this time. Not ever again.”
“Sherlock, please,”
“I'm sorry? Is that all you could think? You left me, Y/N,” he cried. And now you see his face. Anger, despair, and longing painted his face,
“You left me first!” you accused him. He really did.
“And yet you couldn't wait for me, couldn't you? All the promises I made—”
“Were gone as soon as you disappeared, Sherlock.”
“Oh ye of little faith!” he said, his voice booming.
“Sherlock,” you breathlessly begged. “I'm sorry.”
Sherlock heard you, and saw your eyes. He hated you for marrying someone else, but what he hated most is seeing you cry. He pulled out his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbed your face, wiping away the tears. He pulled you into his embrace, just like he did back then. When your cries died down, he pulled away then planted a kiss on your temple.
“We would never work out. You're happier with him.” Sherlock said.
“I realized that what he had, was all that it was. Nothing more, nothing less. We burned too fast until we became nothing, Y/N.” he continued.
“I loved you,” you whispered.
“And I did too. So much.” he said, his voice breaking.
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wh1ms1g0th1c · 6 months
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🍁🥀🐞🍒
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quillthrillswriting · 1 month
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katara speaks to each member of the gaang individually and finds out that aang has been head over heels with her for years and no one ever bothered telling her. this takes place after the fire lord is defeated, but in my version, they never kissed in the finale:oo katara is basically dumb in terms of love and so is aang and they are peak miscommunication trope and theres too much zutara content and not enough kataang
OR katara interrogates each of her friends (toph, sokka, and zuko) and comes to the conclusion that she has lived for years without the kind of love most people wish for their entire lives
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Aang liked Katara. Like-likes her, even.
Wow, she thought to herself, I really should’ve grown out of using the phrase “like-like” by now.
She just couldn’t use the other word. That four-letter word that communicated such intense, devoted emotion. As soon as Toph said it, it seemed simultaneously to be the most obvious thing in the world and yet the most fundamentally incorrect thing Katara had ever heard.
“Wh-what,” Katara almost stammered, tripping over her words in a manner uncharacteristic of the Gaang’s most graceful member. “What gave you that impression?”
She was met with a blank stare and a raised eyebrow. “Have you not noticed the way he reacts when you’re in danger? When you’re hurt?” She paused, rolling her eyes incredulously. “For heaven’s sake, Katara, Twinkle-Toes gave up firebending after lightly toasting your hands. He gave up the avatar state for you. To be honest, if it would save you from some impending doom, I think he’d give up being the avatar for you, as long as you’d end up okay.”
“I think that’s taking the assumption a bit far.”
“I say that that doesn’t take it far enough.”
“I, I just- know he doesn’t feel that way about me. In the cave of two lovers, back before you joined the group, we were split from Sokka and when I thought we needed to kiss to get through the cave…” she blushed, remembering the embarrassment that had burned through her body. “He… he made it clear that he wasn’t interested.”
She was met with an eye roll. “Whatever you say, Sugar Queen.”
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♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->
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mrsphillipgraves · 27 days
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݁ . ˖݁ . ⊹ because love can burn like a cigarette, and leave you alone with nothing, and leave you alone with nothing. ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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turrondeluxe · 1 year
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More doodles of the sillies from yesterday!
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emeraldofthewind · 2 months
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first animatic in a long while
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kkdisco · 9 months
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theunderestimator-2 · 8 months
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Paul Cook's cutest cookie, his daughter Hollie, here as a 9-year-old posing with John Lydon, possibly in 1996 when he once again turned into mr Rotten for the reformed Sex Pistols' Filthy Lucre Tour.
Hollie comes from a backround of all sorts of music influences with a punk rocker dad, a mom who was the backing singer for Culture Club, Boy George as her godfather and various artists as family friends, like David Bowie who babysat her for an afternoon at the Guggenheim Museum. But when it comes to mentors, The Slits were the reason she became a singer, having been surrounded by powerful women as a teenager, after Ari Up called her to join the band when they reformed, recorded and toured in 2006.
With four solo albums under her belt and now in her mid-30s, Hollie Cook has grown on her own terms into a princess of dub/ska/rocksteady/lovers rock (a sub-genre of the late-'70s UK reggae scene), or 'tropical pop' as she prefers to describe her music -and the dub rework of her lastest album is a blast!
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Tracklist:
Float • Champagne Shit • Black Sugar Beach • Phenomenal • Haute • Oooh La La • Lipstick Lover • The Rush • The French 75 • Water Slide • Know Better • Paid in Pleasure • Only Have Eyes 42 • A Dry Red
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