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inchidentalmeowmeow · 2 months

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When i say lestappen are opposites in literally every way this is what i mean 😭

#WHAT ARE THOSE ‘i’s MAX???#two sides of a whole competitive idiot 😌#beauty and chaos goes together clearly i dont make the rules #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #cl16 #1633 #mv33 #ah yes #red and blue #sunshine and midnight rain #beautiful cursive calligraphy and chaotic spongbob block text energy #the three dualities of all homoerotic rivalries

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rachelatwell · 8 months

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They're the same couple and you can't change my mind

#I'm completely obsessed #sunshine and midnight rain #mal x ben #disney descendants #elemental #pixar elemental #disney #ember x wade #ember lumen #elemental wade #somebody write a fanfic pls

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celestialexxperience · 1 year

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THEY ARE SUCH A HOT COUPLE OMFGGG (I want them both.)

He was sunshine and she was midnight rain

#daisy jones and the six #Djats #Karen sirko #Karen Karen #karen x graham #Taylor swift #Sunshine and midnight rain

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 1 year

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𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗧

In almost every sport, rivalries are something normal, even expected occurrences. And even more, foreseen is that those people considered rivals, who compete for the same titles and the same spot of number 1# tennis player of the world, to hate each other. It is considered normal that people that engage in a state of long-lasting rivalry are supposed to hold grudges and hate each other's guts. So when these people become friends, it is already something unexpected. So when the two of them fall in love, being such positives truly shocks the modern tennis world.

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗦

Rhaegar Targaryen is a Crownlands tennis player, widely considered one of the greatest players of all time. He began playing tennis at a young age and turned professional at 17, quickly rising through the ranks to become the world's top-ranked player. Targaryen has won a record 20 Grand Slam singles titles, including eight Karhold Open titles and 8 Red Keep titles, and he has spent a record 310 weeks as the world's No. 1 player. He is known for his fluid and graceful playing style, versatility on all surfaces, and exceptional shot-making ability, particularly his one-handed backhand. He was named the King of Grass, but he is not the only king in tennis.

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗬

Lyanna Stark is a professional Northern tennis player, widely regarded as one of the greatest players of all time. She turned professional at 15 and quickly established herself as a dominant force in the sport, winning her first Dornish Open title at 17 and ultimately capturing a record 14 Dorne Open titles, along with 20 Grand Slam singles titles in total. Stark is known for her exceptional athleticism, speed, and endurance on the court, as well as her ferocious left-handed forehand and tenacious fighting spirit. Lyanna has also been recognized for her sportsmanship and her wilful, happy-and-go-lucky vibe. She was bestowed the name of the King of Clay after winning the Red Keep for the first time, against Rhaegar, and becoming the number 1# player, in the world.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 :

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bestoftweets · 1 year

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#tweet #tweets #best of tweets #midnights #midnights album #taylor swift #midnight rain #sunshine and midnight rain #sunshine x midnight rain

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maitaiwiththecorpses · 9 months

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“He was sunshine and she was midnight rain” this and “she was sunshine he was midnight rain” that. No. Fuck that. Both.

I am sunshine and midnight rain.

In me those things are one and the same.

You will catch me being both depending on the time of day.

While the leather jackets and cold glares over wine are fine and all

There are times I miss my sunny frocks and soft hugs and cuddles.

Because without my sunshine you would never see my midnight rain.

And without it life would be such a pain

Who’s going to draw the knife to those who hurt you?

And who’s going to burn so bright that the light emanates through?

Sunshine and midnight rain can be one and the same- trust me-

Don’t underestimate those raised without shade.

-The Knife Glints For Her Sun

#poetry #sunshine and midnight rain

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trysomemilk · 1 month

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The Sun of Maranello

and The Rain of Milton Keynes

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #lestappen #he was sunshine i was midnight rain #they wanted it comfortable #i wanted THAT pain

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kornelias · 1 month

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he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Charles Leclerc | Scuderia Ferrari & Max Verstappen | Red Bull ❤️💙

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comatomato · 2 months

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Rain of Milton Keynes ⛈️

Im sorry but after Sun of Maranello Charles how was I supposed to resist making a contrasting version for Max?

Partially inspired by THIS skyfall edit I made of Charles’ sunset lap in COTA and Max’s thunderstorm lap in Interlagos.

Check out more of my art over on Instagram! ✨

#something about sunshine and midnight rain #who doesnt love a little contrast between rivals #two sides of the same coin #or i guess two halves of a whole competitive idiot #formula 1 #max verstappen #f1 #f1 art #lestappen #charles leclerc #mv33 #mv1 #1633 #cl16

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artsimmys · 3 months

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Solitaire 🌦️✨

#solitaire #tori spring #michael holden #tori and michael #heartstopper #osemanverse #he was sunshine she was midnight rain

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pearlynia · 5 months

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Jegulus is literally everything, like:

Best friend's brother,

Forbidden love,

enemies to lovers,

sunshine × midnight rain,

"i once believed love would be black and white but it's golden"

"You're hesitating, love"

"a great big tragedy"

"I love you" "it'll pass"

"he never did fall in love again"

"somewhere, in the west country of England"

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singing-to-me-now · 7 months

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karma is my boyfriend

karma is a god

karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

karma's a relaxing thought

aren't you envious that for you it's not?

#taylurking #swiftie #taylor swift eras #taylornation #taylor swift #karma #bejeweled #midnights #midnight rain #lavender haze #vigilante shit #eras tour #the eras tour #eras tour Taylor swift #midnights era #meet me at midnight #he was sunshine i was midnight rain #i keep my side of the street clean #karma is my boyfriend

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fircbolts · 1 year

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jegulus as patrochilles 💞

#jegulus #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #regulus fanart #james potter is the sun #sunshine #patrochilles #he was sunshine i was midnight rain #regulus x james #marauders fanart #the marauders era #the marauders #prongs fanart

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ana-cantskywalker · 6 months

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Gotta say he was the sun, she was the moon/ he was sunshine she was midnight rain is my favorite ship dynamic

#please rb with your favorite example of this #the dragon prince #tdp #rayllum #ghostflower #across the spider verse #into the spider verse #Sabezra #ezrabine #star wars rebels #hiccstrid #httyd #he was the sun she was the moon #sun and moon couples #he was sunshine i was midnight rain

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chloedrewitt · 24 days

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Midnight Rain - Thranduil x Reader

summary: You are an elven ambassador from Rivendell living in Mirkwood. The realm is currently celebrating a victory in battle over the dwarves when Thranduil asks to have a private word with you. The two of you share history, but his scars scared him into letting you go. A decision he clearly regrets after seeing you dance with your fiancé.

pairing: Thranduil x F!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: angst

a/n: Another part of my Swift series, where I write multifandom one shots inspired by Taylor's songs <3 the next series after this will be a Florence + The Machine one. Hope you enjoy this story!

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My girl was a montage A slow motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke her heart 'cause she was nice

In the dim light of sundown, he watched the woman dance. Her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a bright smile revealing her teeth. Giggles escaped her, the skirts of her dress in her fists so she would not stumble and fall over them as she hopped around her dance partner in circles. Giggles escaped her as she twirled around her dance partner, clutching the skirts of her dress to avoid tripping over them. Her bare feet moved confidently over the forest floor, soles stained with moss and earth from earlier rain.

He was sitting in his chair, a crown of leaves and twigs sprouting from his head. He could feel the weight of it pressing down even more than usually did, although he was sure this was merely his imagination. His gaze hardened as he observed the man dancing with the woman, their arms entwined. No one besides him noticed but each time they drew close, the man whispered in her ear, eliciting blushes and giggles.

The glass in his hand shattered.

“Oh, Your Majesty!” exclaimed a servant girl next to him, immediately taking the glass out of his hand and cleaning his palm of shards and blood. The cloth she used soaked up the red liquid as the girl placed the shards into a basket nearby.

Barely glancing at his opened palm, he held it away from his body, allowing her to continue cleaning up the mess he made. Hissing, he pulled it away once she informed him he was clean again. There was still a stain on his palm, but the cuts did not appear deep. He would seek out the palace healer after the festivities ended.

The music stopped when he raised his other hand, all eyes falling onto him when he stood from his seat. His blue eyes were resting on the elven girl he had watched earlier, the air thick with anticipation from his people.

“Do not let the festivities stop. I shall have a private word with the Rivendell ambassador inside. Please, continue,” he said, his deep voice loud and collected. It radiated authority and control, all while he never took his gaze off of you.

You gave your fiancé a short nod and left him alone on the clearing that had turned into a dance floor, just as the musicians to your right resumed playing their instruments. Some of the spectators around watched you as you approached the Elven King, others joined your fiancé in dancing, and the air was once again filled with laughter.

Thranduil extended an arm for you to take, and you reluctantly wrapped your hand around his biceps, feeling the expensive fabric of his garment on your skin. His scent was clear and familiar; a mixture of musk and wood.

Neither of them said a word until they found themselves on a terrace, far away from the festivities and the music, which could only be heard if one concentrated very hard. You placed your hands on the railing, your eyes drifting off to the forest in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Thranduil looking at you, his gaze making you feel naked, seen, though never uncomfortably exposed.

“Why did you want to speak with me?” you asked him, knuckles white from your tight grip around the railing. You hoped he didn’t notice your nervousness. He hesitated as if he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“You have proven to be a valuable asset in keeping an alliance between Rivendell and the Woodland Realm,” he began, his voice lacking emotion, his words sounding practiced and memorized. “I suspect now that you have found a suitable match, you plan to stay?” The words only reluctantly left his lips, and you could feel him tense further.

You clenched your teeth as you stared out into the forest, the sky darkening as dusk slowly began to blend into nightfall. There was a thickness in the air, indicating the imminent arrival of rain.

“Sharion and I have not decided yet,” you said hesitantly, the name of your fiancé now feeling strange on your tongue. You cursed yourself for the momentary feeling of shame that spread through your chest. Yet you had nothing to be ashamed of; Thranduil had turned you down.

“I see,” replied the Elven King, and you saw him follow your gaze out of the corner of his eyes. He stood straight and tall next to you, silence resting between you. It was almost suffocating until you heard the roar of thunder above you.

You opened your mouth to say something just as he did the same, and it was the first time that evening your eyes met. You stopped yourself from speaking, gesturing for him to proceed instead. With flushed cheeks, you listened and averted your eyes again.

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly, the pain in his voice barely audible. Your grip around the railing tightened just as the first raindrop fell onto it. “Please, look at me.”

There was something else in his voice now; he was pleading. When you turned to him you saw the glassiness of his blue eyes, the way his thick brows furrowed and his arched lips pursed as if in agony.

“I do not know what you want from me, Thranduil,” you whispered, his name on your lips a familiar feeling. You were one of the few who knew about his name, let alone addressed him with it so openly. “I gave you my heart. I wanted to become your wife.” Your eyes momentarily dropped to his lips before locking with his again, your hand gently rising to touch his cheek where you knew he had glamored it. “No matter the scars you bear.”

Thranduil closed his eyes, leaning gently into your touch. You saw his own hand rising, only to fall again as if he was scared to touch you. As if he feared that if he did, you would pull away.

When he opened his eyes, he inhaled deeply with the greed of someone who had stayed underwater for too long. Underneath your touch, his skin began to fade, replaced by the deep scars you had often seen him stare at in the mirror with disdain in his eyes.

“I need you,” he whispered, but you only dropped your hand and he let the scars disappear behind his glamor again, eyes marked by rejection.

“I cannot be with someone who hides himself behind thick curtains of shame, Thranduil.” Next to you, you heard the falling rain quicken in unison with your heartbeat. “Are you ready to draw the curtains back?”

He hesitated and looked away. Now it was you searching his gaze, but stubborn as he was he would not meet it. The silence that followed was answer enough, only disrupted when the heavy rain swallowed it and thunder roared again. You felt as if nature itself was urging him to open himself fully to you, though he ignored its pleas.

“I do not want to fight for a heart that would freely stay inside its cage when it could be free,” you continued, the words heavy. “A home should not be a battlefield.”

You saw him tense before you turned your back on him, leaving him standing with only the terrace’s roof to shield him from the rain. You began shivering, the feeling of your engagement ring cold against your finger while tears streamed down your cheeks. It was painful breaking one’s own heart, but sometimes it was a necessary pain to bear.

With a heavy heart, you entered the palace again while the rain swallowed him calling out your name.

'Cause she was sunshine I was midnight rain She wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

#thranduil x reader #thranduil #mirkwood #elvenking #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #lee pace #midnight rain #taylor swift #sunshine x midnight rain #legolas #lotr #lord of the rings #elvenking x reader

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linusbenjamin · 1 year

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Elizabeth Olsen ✨ at The Late Show with Stephen Colbert at TODAY

#elizabeth olsen #marveledit #marvelcastedit #flawlessbeautyqueens #breathtakingqueens #nikolatexla #she was sunshine she was midnight rain

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