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enochianribs · 3 months
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leans into the mic Firefly Safe Passage fanvid everyone clap
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Lost in the pages 📖
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musiquesduciel · 2 months
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It should be mandatory for all Bollywood hits to have an Epilogue or at least a reference in the director's next movie about what the characters from the previous movie are upto years after the events of the movie.
Like I wanna know how Aditya Kashyap and Geet are doing 15 years into their marriage and if they ended up buying a house in the hills. I wanna know how Prem and Jenny from Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahaani are doing and if Prem made her VP of the Happy Club. I wanna know if Aisha and Sid from Wake Up Sid! ended up marrying and if she published her own book with his photography on its cover. If Aditi and Jai from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na have kids who they teach the steps of Pappu Can't Dance? If Kavya and Humpty Sharma moved to the US eventually and opened their own wedding gown/lehenga shop. What country Naina and Bunny from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani are currently in. Did Om Kapoor end up marrying Sandy after Om Shanti Om? Or does he visit the burned site to meet Shanti everyday? So many questions.
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nothingbizzare · 10 months
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Giorno and Fugo from my Knight and Prince fugio au !!
Read here if ya wanna hear the story :)))
Soooo Basically Fugo is a prince who is only in the palace of Passione because he has some curse which his family wants to keep secret from the general public. He grew with the idea of him being basically a monster with this curse. He is of course a bit spoiled, imagine a spoiled chihuahua jfgjdhhjjhffhj. He escapes the palace ones but oh boy... he does not know a thing about how is out side a palace.
Soo he meets Giorno for the first time when he is like walking around in a nearby forest, swearing all the time about how he hates the mosquitoes and nearly falls in a river. Giorno here , in this au is a Knight and was just chilling in the forest with his Horse named Goldie! They noticed Fugo and try helping him. After that Fugo and Gio start hanging out and become friends and then lovers !
Giorno's initial plan was to overthrow the royal family but when he meets Fugo he is conflicted. But Fugo is like " let's overthrow my family together ! " fjhhkhfhkffkhfjh
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highdio · 11 months
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File under favorite Jojo-themed promo campaigns: Rohan au Louvre ‘ink’ drink featured at high-end stationery store Ginzo Itoya’s Stylo Cafe.
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nectarishes · 8 months
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In his eyes
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mirkwoodmunson · 8 months
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insomnia
eddie munson/f!reader
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If it weren’t for Eddie sleeping peacefully by your side, you’d be crying in frustration right about now. The aching pull of sleep behind your eyes was a constant reminder that if you could just relax, you’d be out cold. But whether it be your heart or your mind, your body betrays you; so, despite your exhaustion, you lie awake in Eddie’s bed at four o’ clock in the morning.
Your legs are tingling with restlessness and it starts to reach your arms, you dare yourself to stay still, wallowing in discomfort to save Eddie the ordeal of waking up just to help you fall sleep. As many times as he’d tried humming to you, rubbing your back, tried talking you to sleep, the stress of wanting to give him that satisfaction of lulling you into slumber kept you awake despite his best efforts. More-so on your part you’d decided it best not to indulge in that frustration just to have him awake with you. He needed rest, too, and you’d either fall asleep, or you wouldn’t. Mornings when he could tell you hadn’t rested were a blessing within your curse, anyway — he’d coo and sweet-talk you, rub your back apologetically and bring you a cup of coffee in bed, tending to your enervation.
When the dark night begins to give way to the earliest of the sun’s light, it’s a bit too much to bear, and you rub your eyes with a soft sigh of irritation before carefully climbing out of his bed. You grab one of his discarded sweatshirts off the floor and pull it over your head, arms wrapped tight around yourself as you leave his bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.
Wayne is still working the night shift, leaving the rest of the empty trailer to your devices. For a little while you watch some TV, curled up on the couch with your arms around your knees — early morning reruns of Batman, infomercials pleading you to buy K-Tel albums and Ginsu Knives.
You could pass for a zombie right now.
TV does nothing but worsen the ache in your eyes, still restless, so you switch it off in favor of staring out the window. You might as well be the last person alive on planet Earth. The trailer park is silent, still, hardly even a breeze shuffling the flora. You brush away an intrusive thought that encourages you to go outside and scream as loud as you can. Satisfying as it might be, it likely won’t help you sleep. You’re not even sure sleep is what you’re after anymore, what good would it do you now? Either way at this point, you’d still be exhausted in the morning.
Hell, it practically is morning.
You take to pacing to wear out your restlessness, down the hall to Eddie’s closed door and back to the living room - repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. You close your eyes on the sixth rotation, you’re a ghost haunting the Munson household at this point, you know every angle of this trailer like the back of your hand.
What you don’t expect is to collide with something, someone — which you do, walking straight into a pillar of warmth and soft chuckles. The run-in elicits from your lungs a shriek, silenced midway by Eddie clamping a hand over your mouth, your eyes snapping open to find him grinning down at you as he laughs softly.
“Christ, you scream like a banshee.”
You smack his hand away half-heartedly and heave a sigh, “you scared me!”
“I’m not the one practicing my zombie shamble in the dark — I nearly grabbed the bat! Have you been bitten?”
He playfully tugs at your arms, pulling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt you wear, swiping calloused fingers against you, checking over your skin in a mock assessment. Everywhere he checks, he plants a warm little kiss, making you blush and squirm away from him.
A nightlight plugged into an outlet in the kitchen casts him in a warm glow, and you can see how sleepy he is, likely waking up for a quick piss only to find you meandering the short and narrow hallway like you were sleepwalking. His hair hangs in a tangled ruffle, wearing a ratty and bleach-stained band tee where only a few letters of the name are visible — if not worn — the rest faded away from years of washing and wearing and washing again; sleeves ripped off to promote his shoulders and biceps. The shorn hem ends just at his navel, showing off a bit of his soft belly and the trail of hair leading down into boxers that hang low on his hips.
After all this time he still makes you soft, and you for him.
In the silence of your admiration he ceases his playful ministrations to look at you, brown eyes cast to black in the near-dark — you could fall into them forever for all you cared. But he rests a curled finger against the underside of your chin to capture your full attention, or at least as much of it as he can have in your sorry and depleted state.
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
“No, actually, I just really like pacing back and forth at five a.m.”
He snorts and lightly shoves your shoulder, before pulling you back and into his arms, his splayed hand rubbing your back as he rests his face in the crook of your neck and breathes you in.
“M’sorry.”
“Not your fault,” you mumble, giving in to his comfort with a soft sigh as your eyes fall closed, winding your arms around his middle and tucking yourself against him.
“Can I do anything?”
“No, baby, it’s okay. I don’t wanna keep you up — I think sleep is a lost cause for me at this point.”
“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, lifting it from your neck to pout at you. “Lemme help. Let me try, even just an hour or two would do you good. Just let me try. Please? I really don’t mind.”
How can you refuse this giant puppy? You groan softly in resignation and firmly plant your face square in his chest, rubbing into his shirt as he laughs softly and continues to stroke your back.
“Fine,” your voice comes muffled. “Misery loves company.”
Eddie laughs again and kisses into your hair before ruffling it, “misery is fucking cute when she’s tired. Go on, go lie down, I’ll be right there — I gotta take a piss.”
“Eeewwww,” you bemoan teasingly.
Eddie snorts and retorts with a lighthearted swat to your ass to which you squeak, sending you on your way.
As he heads into the bathroom, you trudge back into his bedroom, collapsing into the bed with a weary groan, burying yourself in the messed sheets, waiting for his return. He joins you again a few minutes later, sliding into the bed beside you and greedily pulling you into his arms, squeezing you in a warm hug before you relax together in your entanglement.
Eddie pulls all the moves he can think of as he lies on his back with you pulled up against him, your head resting on his chest so you can feel the steady rise-and-fall movement of his breathing, the thud of his heart just below your ear. The fingers of one hand comb into your hair, gently grazing the nape of your scalp in a tender massage, while his other hand once again lies flat on your back, rubbing wide and slow circles into you.
You don’t know why you initially deny his comfort when you’re struggling to relax, as when you receive it, you feel muscles ease up that you didn’t even realize were tense in the first place. You let go of a deep sigh, melting into him as you close your eyes, and this time it’s not a struggle to keep them shut. Maybe you’ve finally worn yourself out.
“Relaxed?” Eddie murmurs.
“Mhm…”
“Comfy?”
“…mhm…”
“Love me?”
You giggle softly and nuzzle yourself into him as you nod, “love you.”
Eddie nestles his face into your hair, hiding his smile there, shifting you into him further as he exhales a slow and soft breath. You’re cocooned in his warmth, his comfort, arms pulled up between you as you clutch yourself to him with loose fists twisted into his shirt, anchoring yourself to his refuge. Eddie is your safe place, his arms a home, eager to welcome you into the sanctuary of his grasp.
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19:45 into the absolute rom-com classic Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na bc i wanted to feel good today and revisit a little bit of nostalgia and i was in the romcom mood so. here we are. anyway, this movie is like Camp Excellence, and also astonishingly well directed, i'm glad young me had great taste, this movie is very much from the year 2008, but, along with Mamma Mia! which somehow also released in 2008, nothing else even comes close to making me love love and life as this does.
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revvethasmythh · 28 days
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I think New Adult is a completely unnecessary literary genre and I've been watching people on social media essentially try to "make fetch happen" with this age range for almost a decade now and it hasn't made any more sense as time has gone on. Frankly, if you're writing a character who is is 20+ years old, they should be in Adult. I don't think we need to create any more additional sub-categories for age ranges than what already exists: Children's, Middle Grade, YA, and Adult is perfectly fine. The age range NA represents is just 23-year-old teenagers. It's just YA with sex. Grow up and read adult books
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desicinema · 1 year
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JAANE TU YA JAANE NA (2008), dir. Abbas Tyrewala
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kohdono · 2 years
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For even if I'm far away, I'll hold you in my heart 💙
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these two 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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(from pinterest)
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Books, dogs, and tea.
This is what life is all about.
📖🐶🫖
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musiquesduciel · 7 months
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Not Imran Khan being disgusted by this plot of a rom-com in I Hate Luv Storys (2010)
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When that was literally him in his debut film. Down to singing a song. Like sir, this you?
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You literally had the same name, even, in both these movies.
TLDR; In I Hate Luv Storys (2010), Imran Khan plays assistant director 'Jai' who comes to hate the plot of his own love story from his debut film where he, ironically, also plays a 'Jai' and people say Imran Khan does not have range?
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nothingbizzare · 1 year
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The found family is here and they do crime
(Trish gonna be separated </3 and be with Sheila because lesbians stay together)
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rezamaulana98 · 5 months
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💙 Xi Ya / Azure Na from Balala the Fairies: Ocean Magic 💙
It's time for my first non-Precure fanart in a while! I've decided to draw Xi Ya because I've been involved in a special project involving Balala Ocean Magic that I hope I can reveal soon~
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