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I have been tagged by SO MANY FRIENDS!!!!

Thanks to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @thedramasummer @emmalostinwonderland @bigassbowlingballhead @jackzimmermemes @wordsofhoneydew @blueeyedgrlwrites

I've been in a little slump with this fic recently and wasn't sure I'd have something to show off. But!!! I'm getting there!

So, from my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic:

”Mr. Fox,” Shameekah says, typing pausing as nausea makes Henry feel faint. “You know, I’ve heard about you and Eliza from Amy. She’s had nothing but good to say.”

”Oh, well,” Henry says, laughing hollowly, “She’s too kind. I just want what’s best for Eliza."

Henry says it, watching Eliza’s eyebrows go up as she makes a face at him. He can’t help but smile, making it back as she laughs in delight. His chest hurts and he thinks that he’d rather like to cry. He wishes his mother were around more; he wishes his father was still alive.

”Mr. Fox - Henry,” Shameekah says, “Have you considered that you are what’s best for Eliza?

#this baby is just so fucking precious #goes for Henry AND Eliza tbh

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thanks for the tags everyone - i feel bad because most of my tags were LS but if you want to know a fun fact about scallops maybe this will interest you still? this snippet is to celebrate reaching 100k on eurotrip AND being done with ch 9. we are halfway now yee haw!

“What are your thoughts on scallops?” Henry asks, peering over his English menu as Alex pretends to read his own. No one is under any illusions as to who is going to be ordering. Technically, the words will come out of Alex’s mouth. But the selection is going to be Henry's. “Like, generally?” “For eating,” Henry clarifies. “No shit.” Alex smirks. “Did you think I was going to admit that my favourite animal is a mollusc?” Henry rolls his eyes. “What on earth did you mean when you said ‘generally’, then?” “There's more than one way you can cook a scallop.” “Point taken,” Henry relents, scanning the menu. “These ones are cooked in garlic oil and chilli. Are you offended by that?” “No,” Alex snickers, now looking up from his phone. The fact that he’s able to Google search clearly indicates that he’s hacked into the restaurant WiFi. “What was the password?” Henry asks. Alex hums softly, as if distracted by something. “Barcelona123. Hey, do you know scallops have two hundred eyes?” “I certainly wish I didn’t know that,” Henry says under his breath, but ten minutes later he orders them anyway.

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#firstprince #this is so cute wtf

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Thanks for the tag @thedramasummer !! I just finished chapter one of my punk rocker Henry AU, so here’s a snippy from that again.

Sneaking up to the roof is not a difficult feat ordinarily. Alex’s building is the kind of shitty where the door alarms don’t work, and no one bothers to leave it locked. The roof isn’t welcome to residents or guests, but it’s not functionally off limits either. Of course, nothing about that stops him from turning this into the goofy rom-com style adventure straight out of Henry’s teenage fantasies. He takes the stairs, pauses to peek around corners before they round them, and points out every security camera, dramatically shushing Henry’s soft laughter and savoring the sounds in the back of his mind.

Alex takes a minute to lay out the tarp and the quilts while Henry wanders over to the edge to look out at the city at night. “Few feet back please, sweetheart? For the sake of my damn nerves.”

No pressure tags to @materassassino @malakia215 @jackzimmermemes @cactusdragon517 and an open tag to everyone else!

#firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #wip #wip wednesday

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Once again tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere for some sentence Sunday/seven sentence Sunday. This is continuing from my witsec WIP. I’m putting the actual snippet below the cut because it could potentially be triggering because Alex does get threatened.

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And an open tag for anyone else (:

The letters keep coming. A sense of dread fills his gut every time he gets an email notification that he gets mail. The threats continue getting worse. More personal. Until he gets an envelope with powder in it.

He keeps it in his desk, and he doesn’t know where to go. Again, there isn’t a manual for this. He wouldn’t wish a manual for this into the universe. He emails Luna again.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

I need help.

A

Alex meets Luna outside of the Dirksen Building at 8:00 PM.

He’s trying to keep it together as best he can after getting 15 threatening letters and an envelope full of powder. Alex keeps stuttering over Senator Luna even though he was told to call him Raf and he’s being held together with the hope this gets resolved with him coming out unscathed.

“So, why are we meeting this late?” He asks, quietly. He hasn’t been able to bring his voice up to normal volume in days.

“We’re going to FBI headquarters. They’re open till 11:30 and I wanted to give you enough time to explain things so they can come up with a plan. The fact that all of this got through is scary. I’m surprised Georgetown didn’t nip it when they saw all of the unmarked envelopes.”

Alex swallows to think of what that means. If there’s someone who has access to all the P.O. Boxes on fucking campus, if he can’t even be safe when he goes to distance learning if he…if…

“Breathe, kid. Come on. I get it, but you need to breathe.”

#rwrb #YESSS WITSEC AU

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

#posting my 17th work on ao3 next week eyyyy

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MURDER SHE WROTE: THE MURDER OF SHERLOCK HOLMES 1.01 (1984)

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Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.

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Did anybody ever notice they all wore hats off some kind except Bucky. I could just imagine him being like"Nah, my hair is much to fab for that shit.“

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JONATHAN BAILEY as JACK MADDOX Heartstopper Season 3 | October 2024

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Din: Did you give him those? Luke: No? I thought you bought them. Din: ... Luke: ...

Those are the same blue macaroons he stole from that one kid in Nevarro. Yes, he stole some again. They're gonna have to teach him how to use credits ε-(´・｀)

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When Bucky hugged Steve for the first time since he got the serum, they were alone in a tent. They had just got back to the base camp after their miles long walk back from the hydra base and they were both exhausted.

Steve is situating himself around the very nice, fancy tent that he insisted on sharing and Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off him since he saw him from the table he was strapped onto. Steve. Little Steve. Steve who got sick every winter and who's asthma played up every summer. Steve who had been 5'4 and had remained as such since he was 14. Steve who got into too many fights and never won but not once for lack of passion.

Bucky has to say something, because he hasn't been saying anything since escaping the base and now he feels like he's about to boil over. "Steve"

The same big blue eyes he's always known greeted him and were quick to lace with concern. "You okay, Buck?"

And generally speaking no, Bucky was not okay, he'd been experimented on, he'd been taken by the enemy and strapped down to a goddamn table and he couldn't even remember half of what they did to him there.

For all Bucky knows he could drop dead at any moment but he isn't thinking about that, because he's thinking about how Steve is here, in front of him, all 6'2 of him. He's thinking about how the breath exiting his mouth doesn't follow with wheezing, or how he can take the full rib expanding breaths when he needs it without coughing until there are tears forcing themselves out of his eyes.

Bucky steps forward, his hand gently presses against the expanse of Steve's chest. He stops himself from gawking considering the fact you could park an eighteen wheeler on this thing, he even opens his mouth to say just that but then he feels Steve's heart beat, steady and pumping under his palm.

It's only slight considering the amount of muscle and thick bone in the way but he can feel it all the same and it's not stuttering and irregular. It's pumping blood, lots of blood wherever Steve needs it, constantly and in all the right places instead of spending most of its time in the lowest point of the body.

If Steve were to get sick this heart would help him get better instead of having to fight to keep itself working, and his new lungs might get congested but they wouldn't spasm every time he needed a breath of fresh air. Steve won't be laying in bed all winter sick and out of his mind with any and every illness that has always loved making his life a living hell.

Steve is healthy.

And suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Bucky clears his throat and blinks away any escaped liquid from his eyes, which are very pointedly looking towards his hand. Because if he looks up at Steve and sees those blue eyes all concerned, seeing right through him like they always do, he really will loose it.

"You're okay.." He mumbles mostly to himself.

It comes off as a statement more than anything and a chocked out one at that but Steve knows, because he always knows what Bucky is trying to get at. He places his hand over Bucky's wrist and just holds him, his hand is steady and must be magical because Bucky grows calm at the touch.

"I'm okay."

Feeling himself falter at the affirmation, he leans in, arms wrapping around the waist he could once circle completely with one arm. But he almost backs out as quickly as he started it, the foreign body giving the wrong signals, like hugging a coworker or a distant relative you see once a decade.

But taking a deep breath to centre himself, Steve smelled like he always did, plus the scent of cheap soap hardly lingering, faded from the long day they both just had.

And when he ran his hands over his back he could feel the familiar humps of his spine and count them all the same. Even Steve's hands find the same spot on Bucky's back as they always used to, where his ribs end and his back start to dip in at the start of his waist.

Bucky can still reach the hair at the base of Steve's head and run his fingers through it like he used to see Steve's ma do when they were young.

Now Steve sighs into the hug and Bucky squeezes tighter since he knows he won't be doing any damage. They stay like that for a long time in their own personal world, the centre of their own solar system, everything else moving around them, floating within their orbit.

When they pull back, Bucky's hands linger on Steve's waist for longer then they should and when he looks up Steve's eyes are so full of admiration but his nose and eyebrows are scrunched up like he's got something to say.

Bucky takes his hands back to his sides. "what?"

"We aren't going to leave each other again, okay?" He says it so sure, like they aren't going to be in the heat of battle every other day but Bucky wants it just as bad as he does so he nods and smiles.

"You're stuck with me pal, I'm not going anywhere"

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I promise I was drawing this before the news came out, lol! Ah, I was just thinking about how much I love them again ;; Sad about the movie, but, the fandom will continue! Anyway, this will be a gold foil standee and I'll hopefully have it available in a few months! <3

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Geirrod Van Dyke, Workers.

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me? leaving fandoms? no no no you misunderstand me, i have never left a single fandom i’ve ever been in, i just find other fandoms to entertain myself with until i eventually go back to other fandoms i was in years ago

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People who love you shouldn't make you feel ashamed of your interests and hobbies. What you enjoy is wonderful, even if it's uncommon, complicated, stereotypical, etc. Please keep sharing your lovely energy with the world.

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write the fanfic. yes, even if you think it's not gonna be good. because it could very well become the one fic that completely rocks one (1) stranger's world