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musicaddictand · 1 year

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Brandon Flynn on Instagram January 2nd, 2023

#brandon flynn #1993 #shirtless #jews #13 reasons why cast #justin foley

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userchappell · 1 year

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this is actually the funniest thing ever me says

#any 13rw reference this channel makes in their other videos ESPECIALLY if a cast member is in the movie/show they're watching is hilarious #scream #pretty much it #13 reasons why #wes hicks #clay jensen #jaiden rants

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jesstinsource · 8 months

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alisha boe via instagram stories

#alisha boe #aboeedit #wocedit #dailywoc #mine*#the buccaneers #13rw cast #13 reasons why #13rw

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lerae · 2 years

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younggoth: Somehow heartbreak feels good in a place like this

#miles heizer #actor #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw cast #alex standall #instagram #mae whitman #musician #real life disney prince🥺

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kztara · 2 years

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Alisha Boe icons.

like or reblog if u save.

#alisha boe #alisha boe icons #icons without psd #icons #black girls icons #13rw cast #13rw icons #13 reasons why icons #13 reasons why #Alisha bø icons

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oliviaholland · 2 years

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Alisha Boe gif pack – Extant (2015) and Casual (2015)

click the source link to find various gifs of actress ALISHA BOE in various projects including: EXTANT (2015) and CASUAL (2015) Alisha was 18/19 at the time of filming and is of somali and norwegian descent, please cast her accordingly. these gifs can be used in crackships but were made specifically for face claims and role playing. please give credit where due.

#alisha boe #aboeedit #alishaboeedit #wocedit #woc fc #poc fc #alisha boe gif pack #gif pack #gif hunt #alisha boe fc #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw cast

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cosmicheartz · 7 months

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This is probably gonna not happen but I hope warioware introduces a new fem character that’s an adult so ppl don’t sexualize the underage female characters ( Mona is on very very thin ice bc I hc she’s a senior in hs close to graduating ie in the 17-18 range )

#bc rn 5 volt is the only adult #maybe Doris 1 too but idk #they should rlly make those two chicks from jimmy ts story mode ( Amy and Mimi ) a part of the cast like they did for 13 amp #that’s also part of the reason why I make warioware ocs too #cosmic chatz #warioware

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ch3rrycolacat · 2 years

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dylan minnette… that’s all.

#wallows #dylan minnette #braeden lemasters #cole preston #boys icons #clay jensen #13 reasons why #13rwedit #13rw cast #lydia night #concert #lana del rey

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cindymancini · 2 years

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I'm a long way from home, Lord, I miss my loved ones so.

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introvertedfailure · 2 years

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Some reminiscent moments with tommy ˘̩̩̩̩̩ヘ˘̩̩̩̩̩̩

#miles heizer #tommy dorfman #actors #actor #actress #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw cast #ryan shaver #polaroid

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years

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As excited as I am about the new Daredevil show that Disney+ is doing, I'm also terrified that they're going to fuck it up. But we're trying not to think that and have positive thoughts. Fingers crossed that it's good.

#like part of me is kind of worried that it's the covert affairs writers that are behind it i guess? i'm like... why not get the people who #did the netflix show? but maybe they tried and they didn't want to do more daredevil #but then again covert affairs was alright so maybe it'll be okay. idk. also... for some reason i'm worried that if it's a reboot and #they recast a lot of characters for some reason (aside from Matt and the Kingpin) and decide to bring Elektra back #they're going to white wash her again (like she was when jennifer garner played her. though no respect to jennifer garner because i love #her. i don't blame her for that. i blame casting for that one). but hopefully that wouldn't happen...#i know a lot of people are worried that the show now having to be pg-13 as opposed to the mature rating it used to have will ruin it #but i'm less concerned about that one. but it's always possible. but hopefully not

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tsaritza-mika · 26 days

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Sorry not Sorry guys...

I respect all your inter-companion romance ships, and I hope they bring you joy and endless inspiration, but I have a primal need for something different. I don't need my companions dating each other.

I need them to be the most dysfunctional yet supportive found family they can be

I need Karlach to be literal 'Mama K' and grab Shadowheart and Lae'zel by the scruff and put them on coat hangers, telling them that if they can't say anything nice, then shut the fuck up for five minutes and if they can do that, then she'll come and let them down

I need Astarion and Gale to get into such a spat that all dignity and posh goes out the fucking window, and they devolve into two grown-ass men having a 13-year-old style slap fight while calling each other the harshest of obscenities, but if anyone from the outside tries calling either of them less than fabulous, they join forces and fuck them up

I need Wyll, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel to do each other's hair while discussing all the ways they've taken down various opponents and monsters, and how they would have done things better

I need Jaheira just smacking everyone upside the head whenever they say or do something stupid. Because gods dammit why is she always the only one who can see trouble from a hundred miles away, only to have her perception check fail and stumble right into a trap Halsin had set up to catch food for dinner

I need Astarion to embroider offensive cross stitch into every other companion's tents when he's left behind at camp, for no other reason than he's feeling salty that day

I need Halsin to wildshape into a bear just so he can surprise Karlach with an actual bear and Clive having a tea party with flower crowns and drawings of the horrible ways Gortash will be killed

I need Shadowheart being a petty bitch and letting anyone who was being especially stupid in a fight get a little too close to death as punishment before finally healing them. Because that's just what healers do

I need Gale pranking people with his spells. Use mage hand to yank the rug out from under Lae'zel after she insisted that he was too squishy to fight properly. Casting 'create water' over Shadowheart to ruin her makeup in retaliation for saying last night's stew was a bit bland. Use Telekinesis to fling Astarion off in some random direction because dammit Gale just woke up, and the man needs his coffee before he can properly deal with all of that first thing in the damn morning

I need Lae'zel to take pillow fights just a little too seriously

I need Wyll begging Halsin and Jaheira if they can wildshape into a bear and a shark just so he can ride both of them through the Chionthar while recklessly casting Fireball and Lightning Bolt at the sky, because just think of how cool he would look doing it

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lerae · 2 years

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mae whitman via instagram stories

happy birthday, miles heizer! ❤️

#miles heizer #mae whitman #actor #musician #instagram #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw cast #parenthood #my heart 😭❤️

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nouearth · 10 months

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to be loved.

pairing ; dick grayson x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, nightwing. word count ; 1253. genre; angst. rating ; pg-13. warnings ; cheater!dick, hurt!reader, crying. req ; @arc6n.

today was perfect.

the sun casted over you when you exited your office building, hot and hard on a summer day, motivated to detox you of a day’s worth of stress and relief all at the same time. you preferred not to sweat on a day as special as this so a cold shower was imperative after getting home.

you hated the sun. maybe hate was a strong word—disliked. it made you sticky like you are now and there was talk amongst the mosquitos that you had the sweetest blood in town. few would bite, some would have seconds, but it was only a mere annoyance to your day.

nothing could ruin your anniversary.

you were out from work early after getting permission from your boss. you knew she would allow it since you’ve done a ton of heavy lifting to the company as of recent and alongside your perfect attendance, it was a no-brainer.

you wanted a head start on cooking dinner for dick—lobster rolls. it was a bit out of your usual budget, but he deserved it, especially since you’ve been busier the past few months. groceries were bought the day before, still fresh in the cooler, and you prepared the ingredients last night to reduce prep time.

a smile graced your face as you drove back to his apartment and you heard him in your head—dick—coddling you with simple praises for being so smart and efficient. the thought was sudden, but that was how it always was when it came to your boyfriend. you thought of him in every waking moment: his voice, his smile, his body, his kindness—everything. each memory of him calmed you, made time pass by, and you never found yourself bored from replaying moments in your head like you did with rewatching your favorite tv show.

it was almost sunset when you arrived. the day has gotten cooler, but remained humid as you felt yourself getting sticky again during the brief moment you traveled from your car and into the apartment building. the security guard greeted your familiarity and you did the same, though hurriedly as every second counted before dick would come home.

“lobsters are in the freezer… celery is chopped- oh, potatoes. gotta roast potatoes…” the elevator took you to dick’s floor and anxiety crept along seemingly out of nowhere as you were previously excited for the night a few seconds ago. it was a good thing, you told yourself. the fact that dick still made you nervous, gave you butterflies after four years together—it was a good thing.

“man, i gotta pee…” you muttered.

keychains clang against one another as you fumbled with dick’s lock, opening it with a gentle creak. you exhaled a sigh of relief when you entered, the air conditioner reunited with your damp skin again, cooler and colder as you beelined to the bathroom.

and maybe there was a reason for you to be so nervous.

you’ve always been observant. it was why co-workers came to you to proofread their paperwork and why dick preferred telling you what he got you for a present as opposed to hiding it, because you always knew something was off.

you relieved yourself, and noticed the humid air in the bathroom—heavy and damp. the shower curtains were still wet and the aroma of dick’s body wash lingered, stung your nose even, and it all confirmed your suspicions.

“shit.” dick’s already home. the fog on the mirror hid your dumbfounded expression well, but you can hear dick’s laugh in your head again. he has something prepared. probably another dinner reservation like last time? guess i could save the lobster for tomor-

another laugh.

then another.

you blinked slowly, even quickly washed the sweat off your face to wake you of your delusions. maybe thinking of him every second isn’t exactly good for me.

but another muffled outside of the bathroom and you followed the trail of laughter that soon came after to the closed door of dick’s bedroom. as if a ghost possessed you, your steps were hollow in its lead and your stomach churned when you heard another laugh, almost flinching because it’s not dick’s. it was a laughter of cushion, soft and pliant in response to dick’s own jokes and laughter that would follow up with it.

nothing could ruin your anniversary.

your heart raced as you stood still, faced to the door, but your arm is extended as your hand took an unwilling grasp to the doorknob.

nothing could ruin your anniversary.

the sweat that you washed yourself off of prior returned, brimmed at your hairline, and your hands began clamming up. it ran down your temple now and you breathed—you tried.

cue for another laugh.

it only took a glimpse for you to feel tremors course through your heart, but you pushed the door open despite so, as if you intended to hurt even more—to break yourself. when dick and the stranger’s eyes turned to meet yours, the sound of an earthquake splitting your heart into two, four, eight, came after.

“y/n- fuck, i can explain.”

at first, the pair of bodies stuck together like glue. dick’s arms were wrapped around the stranger’s waist like he would to yours and the doting gaze that you two once shared, is reflected with someone else—cherished with someone else.

but they split—only split—when you surveyed them with a wavering gaze. you weren’t sure where to look at. unspoken words—profanities—lodged in your throat as you overwhelmed yourself upon analyzing everything. the half-naked bodies that they once held, the panicked expressions that replaced adoration, the frantic scatterings of feet and hands to separate themselves—as if they were strangers, complete strangers.

silence came after, darkness too when you shut your teary eyes to breathe as best as you could. a cold draft touched you and your ears picked up on quick footsteps that would soon exit the apartment.

“y/n…”

there was silence then. you opened your eyes and see dick, closer, clothed, and distraught. your throat held swelling anger, sadness, hurt, all you could imagine, but you simply croaked. “…why?”

dick’s arms wrapped around you, strong and quick as he usually does when you cried. but this time, you want to escape from the embrace that you once loved and yearned for after a long day of work.

but you don’t because you’re conflicted. you always told him that you felt safe in his arms and shamefully, you still do, even when your heart has been broken into a million pieces, swelled until it began staggering your breath, your whimpers, and your eventual sobs.

you cried into his shoulder, repeating the same question. “why?”

you wished you had something more profound to say, to scream at him. but you don’t because you’re overwhelmed with emotions that could only be casted out with another lament. your arms were too weak to push him away, and you’ve always matched his strength, but you can’t. they’re limp at your sides now, hands petal-veined as you balled them into fists and dug your nails into your skin, as if dick’s flesh was in the palm of your hands.

i hate you. i hate you so much.

and dick’s palm cradled your head, pushing you as close to his body because this will be the very last time he can selfishly hold you like this—loved and treasured.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he stammered.

“i’m so sorry…”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works.

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jazzfordshire · 8 months

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PRACTICAL MAGIC AU?!?!?

ABSOLUTELY, I have had this one in the dome for AGES but only now do I have the brain space for it. I only have one scene fully hammered out and it’s probably going to end up being a multichapter, but here’s a sneak peek:

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"Why would I ever fall in love? I've never seen it do anything but make people miserable," Lena says. "It killed my mother. It's the reason my stepmother hates me."

"None of that was caused by love," Sam argues. “Your mother got sick, and your stepmother hates you because she hates herself and needs to take it out on someone.” She fusses with Lena's hair, starting to make an idle braid in it while Lena scoffs.

"I beg to differ."

"I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself when it happens," Sam says. She finishes the messy braid, combing her fingers through it until it's untangled again. "You're only 11. What happens when you grow up?"

"And you’re only 13. I have magic," Lena shrugs.

"I don't think even magic can do that. You can't just hit an off-switch."

Lena's eyes narrow. She twists around to look at Sam, the cogs in her mind already turning.

"Actually, I think I can."

It's true that no spell exists to take feelings away. Once it's taken root, her mother's book says, love is a stubborn weed. It grows in all the cracks of the heart until it's taken over every inch of fertile ground. But what do exist are spells to give love shape – to mould it, direct it, make it brighter. To call for it to find you. Such spells are complicated, but Lena has always had a natural aptitude.

"So to keep yourself from falling in love, you're…casting a spell to…find love?" Sam says, her face twisted up in confusion as Lena wanders the garden gathering the herbs she needs. It's dark outside, and they're darting between shadows – the garden is here for the kitchen staff to pick fresh ingredients from, and the last time Lillian found her snipping rosemary she was confined to her room for two months.

"I'm calling for a true love," Lena clarifies. "Amas Veritas. I'm binding myself to a person that doesn't exist."

"How do you know they don't exist?"

"They can't. No person can fit all my criteria. And if they don't exist, I can never fall in love with them," Lena says, sifting through her pencil box full of herbs and flora. "I think that's everything I need. Come on."

It's too late for Lillian to be awake, but they tiptoe through the halls anyways until they reach Lena's room. The spell needs open air to work properly, so Lena sets up a circle of lit candles on the balcony, sitting on one side of it while Sam sits on the other playing with one of the lit wicks.

"So who is this impossible love you're calling for?" Sam says, hissing when she doesn't move her finger fast enough to keep from getting singed. "What’s Lena Luthor's soulmate like?"

Lena takes a deep breath, trying to summon the peace and concentration needed for such a complex spell.

"They need to be kind," Lena starts, setting one ingredient after another in the circle. They rustle in the breeze, but don't blow away. Oregano, chamomile, violet. "Marvelously kind. Loyal. And they need to hear my call from a mile away."

"A mile?" Sam says, leaving the candle alone to watch Lena work the spell. Lena has done magic in front of her before, but never anything involving this kind of ritual. "That's pretty demanding,"

"They'll whistle my favourite song," Lena says. A snipping of chamomile. Comfort.

"Which is?"

Lena doesn't answer.

"They're strong. Strong enough to lift…" Lena trails off, thinking. A car? A house? Lena doesn't care necessarily about measurements like that so much as what that strength could do. She wants someone strong enough to keep Lillian away. Strong enough to take her away from here.

"Strong enough to keep me safe," Lena finally decides, adding a clipping of lovage. "They know ten languages. They can hold their breath for 10 minutes. And they can make pancakes in funny shapes. Flip them in the air."

"Okay, that's at least reasonable," Sam says, munching on a few leaves of mint that Lena isn't using.

"They love my favourite pizza toppings."

"And that's asking too much," Sam finishes, tossing the stem over the balcony. "Olives and mushrooms? It's like you're not even a kid."

"They wear glasses," Lena decides in the moment, "but not because they need them to see. And they have blue eyes. The brightest blue eyes in the world."

"I'm more of a brown eyes person," Sam muses. Rather than distracting her, Lena finds that Sam's presence is actually helping her concentrate – keeping her mind happy, rather than dwelling on the anxiety that the idea of such a love brings her.

"And they need a great family," Lena says, her voice cracking a little as she lines up the last few herbs. "A mother who loves them." No, she thinks selfishly as she snaps off an extra piece of lilac – two mothers. Enough to love both of them. "They need to be indestructible. So strong that even a curse can’t take them away."

And finally, the one request that Lena knows will clinch it. She gathers a handful of rose petals, cupping them in her palm.

"Anything else?" Sam drawls.

"Yes," Lena says quietly. She looks up at the sky, the great big empty expanse she's dreamed about escaping to ever since the doors of the Luthor manor first closed behind her. Freedom. "They can touch the stars."

The magic starts to gather as soon as the last requirement is spoken. It swirls around her, lifting the spell's ingredients and floating them around her in a gentle spiral, making the candle flame flicker, before floating skyward. And to her alarm, as she sends the spell into the heavens, Lena feels a slight tug. Like a string tied to her ribcage has been pulled towards the sky, urging her somewhere else.

But it passes quickly. The string dissipates, her call to the sky fading, and Lena knows the spell didn’t work. Couldn’t have.

Perfect people don’t exist.

#practical magic au #I’m hoping posting some of it will KICK MY ASS INTO GEAR

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