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reblog for sample size !!

#calico!

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this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby

#i definitely own more than 6 pairs of pants #what is this poll lmao

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And I knew you'd come back to me.

#taylor swift #eras tour

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#LMAAOO

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MAX & ALEC | DARK ANGEL S02E08 “GILL GIRL”

#for anyone wondering about my new icon #i HAD to have it at least for a little bit because like. the greatest moment of this show immortalized #context: they're trying to rescue someone from a strip club #and alec is like can you at least pretend like we belong in here #and max does this #i love them. they're so silly #dark angel #max x alec

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INTERESTING. these results did not go like i thought they would.

"a kick in the ass from the force" winning might, in fact, be a kick in the ass to finish this fic, which i started a literal year ago LMAO

tagged by @mosylufanfic ; thank you, this is such a fun idea! 💕

rules: summarize your WIPs badly and let people vote on what appeals to them the most!

all are rebelcaptain unless otherwise noted

tagging (no pressure!): @seek--rest ; @supervisormeero ; @rebelrainfall ; @dilf-din ; uhh did i miss any writer mutuals who haven't been tagged yet? feel free to do this, if you would like to!!

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Will I ever see you again?

STAR WARS: EPISODE I - THE PHANTOM MENACE (1999) STAR WARS: EPISODE II - ATTACK OF THE CLONES (2002)

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker

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Source

#fun fact: my undergrad alma mater is a big basketball school #and one time i had my dad call admin about a parking fine i was being charged that i shouldn't have been charged #because of some basketball thing #and they weren't listening to me which is why i got my dad on the phone. that's the point i was at #anyway they told him point blank 'sir basketball pays for this school' #LIKE #i will never forget that #that truly sums up higher ed in this country

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this one i'm gonna yell out in the yard:

palpatine tried to take revenge for the very scathing diss tracks, but space taylor swift is untouchable (taylor's version), and that's how she became an instrumental member of the rebel alliance

i don't think i'm allowed to interact with people anymore

#✌️

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NATALIE PORTMAN as PADMÉ AMIDALA Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002)

#padme amidala #attack of the clones

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i don't think i'm allowed to interact with people anymore

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Scarlet

#wanda maximoff

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hi, this show went off the air 22 years ago but i can't get it out of my head, so here we are; also on ao3!

Logan says it's no one's fault. That they've had their struggles they've faced together and alone, mostly alone over the past year, and there are bigger things. He even smiles just before she turns on her heel, tells her to keep her pager handy and that he'll see her around, kisses her on the top of her head before he lets her go; she manages an agreement and a smile back, and keeps it there, tears held back, until she's well out of sight, because for all that she's put him through, she feels like she owes him at least that much.

But Max knows the truth; anything her hands touch will always wither and die.

There are things even a cure can't fix.

She twists the throttle, motorcycle roaring to life under the metal touching her fingers, but it won’t last. Gas is harder than ever to come by these days, so if she were to even give into an impulse to pass Terminal City and keep riding, she wouldn’t make it far. It’s essential trips only now, for that practical reason, for a thousand other reasons that have everything to do with the people, her people, inside, who she has a responsibility to protect.

To keep alive.

(That won’t last either, though, will it? Because anything her hands touch will always wither and die. They’ll be cold like Tinga, too late having long since happened before she could manage to get anywhere, or they’ll be like Ben, life and warmth fading right under her fingertips because of her own efforts, but regardless, it will always end the same, no matter a cure or a fight.

There’s no defense against a curse entrenched even more deeply than DNA.)

Buildings rush by her that she doesn’t really see; tires squeal against pavement through twists and turns of a route followed more by habit and muscle memory rather than her active attention. Wind whips hair around her face and stings tears in her eyes at its impact; she blinks them away, furiously, keeps her head held up rather than ducked, and by the time she powers the motorcycle down and leaves it behind, there isn’t a single lingering trace of them on her face.

Her steps are quiet as she passes groups of children sleeping while adults keep watch and heads huddled together to, undoubtedly, formulate some kind of strategy, but apart from a few nodded acknowledgments, she doesn’t divert her focus from the only mission that’s on her mind: getting to the roof.

It’s colder here than it’d been on the streets, and even with a jacket, Max is forced to curl into herself to keep warm; she sits with her knees tucked to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, not bothering to look up to a night sky that’s covered only with clouds. Not bothering to direct her attention to anything at all, really, at least until —

Footsteps in her periphery, faint at first, but growing louder by the second as they draw closer to her.

They manage to plod in a way that gets under her skin, so she wouldn’t need a visual confirmation of an identity to know exactly who they belong to. But she wouldn’t even need that to know; there’s only one person she knows who consistently manages to find her at the moments she least wants to be found.

She grinds her teeth together as Alec’s form comes into view.

Go away, is the immediate thought that sputters out before it reaches her mouth, choking on the fumes of its own petulance. What the hell are you doing here? Is the next attempt, something that, over the months, has become familiar and easy while she hadn’t even known it was happening, but she lets that die, too, because she can’t let herself settle into that kind of complacency. That’s a mistake she’s made too many times.

In the end, with her knees still tucked to her chest, she turns her head and tips up her chin enough to meet Alec’s gaze. Asks, “How’d you find me?”

Even to her own ears, her voice is as worn as the rest of her. For someone who barely needs to sleep, she’s so fucking exhausted.

The line of Alec’s mouth is thin and contemplative, and his eyes are much the same as they search her, assessing; she can practically see the gears that are turning in his mind, because they’re the ones often turning in hers. You can take the X5 out of Manticore, burn the whole place to the ground, but….

She drops her eyes to her feet, something hard and sticky lumping in her throat.

“I can see in the dark, too, you know. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, Maxie.” Without waiting for an invitation, he steps through most of the distance that remains between them, lowering himself down to sit next to her. Their arms are just short of actually brushing, but even so, the warmth from him radiates to her, seeping under her skin to the point that she almost forgets there’s a chill.

It could be a comfort, one she could lean into, but she doesn’t, instead swallowing hard to remain unmoving. Still, she doesn’t lean away from it, either.

That may be the worst part.

The wind cuts around them, and for a time (she doesn’t know how long), that’s all that breaks up the silence. At least until Alec, being Alec, can’t help but find some way to step into it; of course he can’t. “Figured you’d be up here brooding when no one heard from you for a while.”

Before she can find the will to stop it, there’s a tug at the corners of her mouth, somehow flickering to life over the death she carries, turning the chill in the air and what sits in her into practically a memory.

Though she follows the script of what has become their back and forth, rolling her eyes and scrunching her face, the objection she ends up voicing is half-hearted at best. “I’m not brooding.”

She feels, more than sees, Alec lift a shoulder in a shrug; she hears, more than sees, a smile creeping in for him, too, however small. “Speak for yourself.”

And when she feels an arm wrap around her, feels a hand rest on top of hers shortly after that, she relaxes rather than stiffens, leans into it rather than away; she doesn’t have the energy to do anything else, not when she’s so fucking exhausted. She exhales a long breath and closes her eyes, resting her head against a heartbeat that’s steady in a mess of a world that’s anything but.

It’s not a comfort, and she won’t delude herself into thinking that it is, but maybe, even if just for a moment, it would be nice for something to live in her touch for once.

#dark angel #max guevara #alec mcdowell #logan cale #max x alec #* fic

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like, did we watch the same show? alec is not some woobie baby who needs you to defend him and protect him from the mean girl; he betrayed max's trust while working under manticore's orders and literally almost killed her to save himself when white planted the bomb in his head, so expecting her to have initially treated him with sunshine and rainbows and happiness is fucking ridiculous. it's almost like they're both deeply traumatized and flawed people just trying to figure out how to navigate that trauma and fucking live in the world — which is what makes them both good characters and their dynamic with each other interesting! i hate you all so much!

oh going into the tags of a fandom touched by jensen ackles and therefore supernatural fans was a mistake

#dark angel #a guy has jensen ackles's face and you all lose your minds

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oh going into the tags of a fandom touched by jensen ackles and therefore supernatural fans was a mistake

#y'all just can't help but hate women can you

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b stands for... (in/sp) @lgbtqcreators creator challenge: character profile, overlay, blorbo, rainbow

#house md

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tagged by @mosylufanfic ; thank you, this is such a fun idea! 💕

rules: summarize your WIPs badly and let people vote on what appeals to them the most!

all are rebelcaptain unless otherwise noted

tagging (no pressure!): @seek--rest ; @supervisormeero ; @rebelrainfall ; @dilf-din ; uhh did i miss any writer mutuals who haven't been tagged yet? feel free to do this, if you would like to!!

#you have another few hours if you wanna vote on this! #(i am going to be 100% honest that the results are just a curiosity factor to me and will not dictate which fic gets posted/updated first)