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teenagepretentiousness · 2 years

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midnights by ms tay tay swift has been out for a day and i already know what songs are sambucky coded woah woah big surprise. anyway lets dive into that

so at number one i got maroon. i mean first of all. the maroon shirt from ep 5 and 6. yeah. thats- yeah. and and AND the second verse in all its glory i mean “When the silence came We were shaking, blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you, no matter what The rubies that I gave up” like be so honest is very much them.

yeah anyway NEXT UP IS SWEET NOTHING BECAUSE GODDAMN. first up is the chorus because well “’Causе they said the end is coming Evеryone's up to something I found myself a-running home to your sweet nothings Outside they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen hummin' All that you ever wanted from me was nothing” AS WELL AS THE BRIDGE BECAUSE WELL “Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it” yeah. yeah this is. yeah. very sambucky

NEXT UP IS LABYRINTH (dumb word but moving forward) this song is verry sam wilson coded because i said so i do not take criticism for my very correct opinions. um so yeah like the chorus and second verse are quite very sambucky again no i will not take criticism. “I'm fallin' in love Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again Oh, I'm fallin' in love I thought the plane was goin' down How'd you turn it right around? It only feels this raw right now. Lost in the labyrinth of my mind. Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile” like do i even have to explain this omg. you would break your back. to make me break smile. if that is not the most sambucky thing i have ever heard my GOODNESS.

finally. paris. i say this for one reason, and one reason only. it is SO CA:TWS TO CA:CW CODED HOLY GODDDDDD. the pre chorus is just “I'm so in love that I might stop breathing Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling No, I didn't see the news 'Cause we were somewhere else Stumbled down pretend alleyways Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne I was taken by the view” you know. and verse 2 “Privacy sign on the door And on my page and on the whole world Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours Levitate above all the messes made Sip quiet by my side in the shade And not the kind that's thrown I mean, the kind under where a tree has grown” you know. like do you see my vision here.

this was very messy i even barely understand it but i hope the message gets though because i am very very VERY passionate about the fact that midnights is the sambuckyiest album taylor has every sambuckied.

#this is very very messy #but i dont know how to communicate thoughts quite well when it comes to taylor and sambucky #so this is what you get #yeah i loved this album so so so much #i understand if taylor is not your vibe but she is very much mine so have fun with that #sambucky #taylor swift #midnights #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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thebatmandiaries · 1 year

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hello and welcome to my blog! i write lots of different fics, but am currently writing for supernatural! below are the links in which you can find my stuff. 📚

⭐️ my ao3 ✍️

⭐️ the masterlist of champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends (now complete, and with a prequel!)

⭐️current wips:

oh baby, when they made me they broke the mold

Dean is back and better than ever. Now he needs to find the Colt and deal with Sam's burgeoning new powers, all while hiding the true reason he came back.

sending postcards from a plane crash

“Dean. What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asked him. “How did you find me?”

Sam had filled out from the gawky snot nosed brat he had been when Dean had last seen him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected Sam to grow in the ten years he had been gone, but it was still a shock to see how…grown up…Sam had gotten. Dean could only hope it was the same for his maturity and emotional responses.

Otherwise this would be even more awkward.

“We need to talk.” Dean said.

Dean and Sam meet again after ten years. It doesn’t go well.

⭐️ current series:

the family jewels

the series collection of “champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”, including the (eventual) sequel and prequel to the story.

saving people, hunting things, the family business

spn, but with Claire as Dean's kid throughout the series.

Come Hell or High Water

Basically season one and two rewritten with the context dean is a demon.

ten years 'verse

How Sam and Dean finally reconnected as brothers after ten years.

⭐️ stories to highlight (not already listed)

of all the gin joints in the world (written for the pb exchange “hot entity summer”)

"But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously." -Dean Winchester, 13x23 "Let the Good Times Roll". In which Dean finally gets his beach vacation, Sam has a freak out, and Cas is just here for the ride.

The (After) Life of the Party (written for deancas horrorfest)

After a fight with Sam one night, Dean wakes up in a world he is unfamiliar with. This world only has one rule: kill or be killed. As a designated Killer, he must kill all the Survivors before they have a chance to complete their task. If he doesn’t, he ruins the risk of becoming a Survivor himself. With the help of Charlie and Benny, other Killers, he slowly finds his footing in the new world he was thrust into. If only there wasn’t a strange blue eyed man to distract him…

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes (written for dcbb)

Dean Winchester has known he was in love with his best friend for a long time. He never planned on saying anything, at least, not until friends and family convinced him otherwise. Only the confession doesn't go as planned: Cas rejects him. Distraught and hurt, he heads to a bar to drink his sorrows away, and upon meeting a woman named Ruby, enters a whole new world. Now battling his broken heart and new substance dependance, he needs to decide what is more important: his (still ever-present and strong) feelings for Cas, or his new found "freedom" with Ruby.

we're the lifers here to til the bitter end (condemned from the start)

It had been days, weeks, months, years. He had been everywhere and nowhere and now he was here. It was…bright. After spending so long in a place filled with dark reds and low lighting, the only thing he remembered was pain. it was strange to see the world filled with bright colors and sunshine. It was pure. And it made his skin crawl. It was time to leave. Sooner or later someone would find them, and he didn’t want to be here when they did. “Alright then.” He smiled as he cleaned his blade off one of the clothes of one of the bodies on the floor. “Looks like I’m going to California. Can’t wait.” or Dean Winchester came back as a demon, and there is hell to pay.

the best of us can find happiness in misery

After he demonstrated them, Azula stalked over and clicked some type of cuffs on him. “Alright then, you’re our prisoner.” Confusion crossed Aang's face. “What? Why?” “Because you’re the avatar? And we were ordered to capture you?” She turned to Zuko. “Were we not clear about that?” Zuko shrugged. “I thought it was pretty clear, especially since we were going to burn down the village to find him.” Aang eyes widened. “You were actually serious?!” Together they said, “Of course were were.” Azula rolled her eyes. “I never make an empty threat.” "Exactly." Zuko nodded his head in agreement. "Father always says that if you are not willing to follow through on your threat then you shouldn’t make one in the first place.”

Some princes don't become kings (even at the best times I'm out of my mind)

Billy finds his dad much earlier. While his dad may not be the best person, surely he only wants to connect with Billy to be family again, right? Not anything else, regardless of what Freddie says. Along with juggling super powers and a nosy family, what is Billy to do?

Blessed be the boys time can't capture

There is a lot things Five doesn't talk about from the years he was alone. This is one of them.

#about me #spn fic #destiel fic #destiel #destiel au #my fics #supernatural #spn #deancas #atla fic #tua fic #dc fic

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khushiwrites · 1 year

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The Freeing of Expression - Story 2

Murder is my middle name. Murder mysteries, that is. And blood? I love it. I’ve watched a pigeon’s crimson blood being splattered onto the concrete like wine due to being ripped open by a red-tailed hawk at the age of twelve. My Victorian veranda has such interesting sights of various animals being skinned alive by their predators. Well that’s just how the world works, you either prey on one or one preys on you. It’s a vicious cycle that no one escapes. I peer at the dust collected on to the heaps of novels I had collected ever since I could read - I had every single copy of Nancy Drew that exists. And I can quote Agatha Christie like a prayer. That’s why I knew in an instant that it was me being framed for murder.

Friday night, I glittered. All Bejeweled and wearing my burgundy cocktail dress with my newly acquired crimson dagger decorating the waistband I wore, I couldn’t bear to see myself glimmering in front of my giant floor length mirror. Red wine was all we were consuming tonight aside from my red velvet cake. The party was in full swing, all my friends dressed up to the maximum, in fact I had also dressed my Maltese puppy Sherlock into a matching burgundy suit. Tonight we were all dressed for success. “Let’s get the birthday girl some champagne”, Toby, my best friend yelled.

“Toby, red wine, you know the rules.”, I say, chuckling. Tradition to me was extremely important. Every birthday I would walk to the thrift store and get something red. Every birthday, I would sing to Sherlock in private after everyone left and make him his favorite dog friendly diamond biscuits with a ruby flair. What did not happen every birthday was blood literally falling in the middle of my living room from the ceiling. What did not happen every birthday was a dead body falling into the floor exactly at midnight. My mother came running down the stairs, soon followed by my step father and little brother. All three of them were in utter shock. My mother faints at the sight. The man’s bushy auburn hair rattled all over the place, his once ironed plaid white shirt, crumpled and stained the same color as the contents of my glass. I took a deep breath. I do love myself a murder mystery but having a dead body in your living room is a sight one cannot unsee.

Saturday, at one a.m., during the aftermath of my birthday, the cops came in to search my humble abode and marked it a crime scene. Word searches are my favorite pastime, crosswords, puzzles, sudoku and more too. I was well versed with the intricacies of the game, I was familiar with the tells and I know for a fact that I am too good. I marched up the stairs and stepped into my room. I wore my vino tinto velvet gloves and picked up the familiar ruby dagger from my waistband. I walked straight down and handed it to the gloved inspector. I knew in an instant that it was me being framed for murder.

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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"every man gets his wish" and "be my daddy" by lana del rey are both good songs for the avery playlist!

(Every Man Gets His Wish)

I learned how to make love from the movies

He found me waitressing at Ruby Tuesday's

He said I wanna buy you a classic white milkshake

I said I'll serve you up a special side of heartbreak

Special side of heartbreak

I was working down in the corner cafe

You drove by in a Chevrolet

Whistle at me as my hips go sway

Lana Del Rey, how you get that way?

How you get that way?

I said, "He loves my heart shaped sunglasses

He loves the heart shape my ass is

Cristal, crystal champagne glasses."

Honestly this just felt v Avery

(Be My Daddy)

I mean, honestly, the whole song is v Avery but I'm singling this verse out specifically:

You rich and I'm wishing, um

You could be my mister, yum

Delicious to the maximum

Chew you up like bubble gum

You love me, he wants me

I think I want you too

For making me putting it on the Avery playlist without even listening to the rest of the song first. Or, try to. It's not on spotify 😢...officially, anyway👀

Same thing with "You Can Be the Boss" by Lana Del Rey, the song that literarily made me want to make an Avery playlist to start with v_v

#avery the businessperson #mumbling n muttering #music talk

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karlyfr13s · 3 years

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One Love, One Lifetime

A Phantom of the Opera inspired Captain Swan AU

Rated M, cover art by @hollyethecurious

Chapter Two: Think of Me

Friday dawned clear and bright, and Emma woke earlier than usual. While she was normally happy to lay in bed until mid-morning, today marked the beginning of the season and the opening gala at the opera house, and she was anxious to get limbered up and ready for tonight’s performance. The day would require all-hands on deck, and Emma loved it when the whole venue was buzzing with excited and busy cast and crew members. Today was particularly special for Emma as she was given her first starring role. Regina hadn’t shown her face since the incident earlier in the week, though several of her lackies had been spotted skulking around backstage, most likely gathering gossip for her as usual. Emma was sure the managers spent most of their waking hours attempting to call Regina back and garner her favor. Sure, she wasn’t beloved by most of the crew--who she constantly berated and treated like personal servants--and a substantial portion of the cast ran hot and cold in their feelings--probably because she criticized everyone but Sidney and herself--but... Emma lost her train of thought as she stretched with her fellow dancers. Regina was the leading lady, so surely they had no choice but to try and lure her back, right?

Emma wondered aloud to Ruby whether Booth and the others were hellbent on getting Regina back on stage because they didn’t have faith in Emma’s own abilities, guessing that her managers might already fear the worst in tonight’s opening show. Ruby dismissed the thought out of hand as any best friend would do with only hours remaining before showtime. Of course, her managers had no idea how nervous Emma was, but ever since the impromptu audition on Tuesday evening, Emma had nightly conversations with her hidden Angel. He had coached and encouraged her as she practiced, working to perfect her enunciation and ensure she hit each note of the final cadenza in the complex aria with precision and confidence. Though the Angel didn’t always speak to her, Emma never felt alone in the moments she practiced despite the rest of the large venue sitting dark and silent in the small hours of the night.

As she readied herself for costume and makeup, anxiety rushed through her, sending Emma’s pulse racing and her breathing became shallow gasps. She tried to still the fluttering in her stomach, tried to shift into the single-minded focus she usually felt as she warmed up with the rest of the chorus, but doing so alone was far more difficult. Yet as she gazed at her reflection in the floor-length mirror, Emma felt a strange and sudden quiet fall over her. She could do this--she was going to do this. Tonight. She had trained for it, had been practicing numerous complex pieces for years now, had intentionally set herself the repeated challenge of playing secret understudy to Regina. With a nod to her reflection, Emma left her room and made for the theatre and the final rehearsals for blocking.

That evening as she slipped into the sparkling white ball gown, as the costuming crew clipped glittering crystalline stars into her long golden waves, she coached herself under her breath. She said a quick word of gratitude to the spirit of her father and to the Angel whose influence brought her to this moment. As she took her place backstage, Emma straightened her shoulders and Ruby snuck in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “They’ll never know you’re sweating a river under that thing--way too many layers for anyone to notice. Plus, they’ll be so blown away by your voice that nothing else will matter. Go get ‘em, girl!”

With that, Emma Nolan took the stage and had her first moment in the spotlight. It was an out of body experience. Surely it wasn’t little orphan Emma who commanded the entire stage? There was no way some girl from small-town Maine stood at the Paris Opera House-- at Palais Garnier --and bespelled an entire audience with the light, complicated, and wondrously beautiful “Think of Me”. Knowing the box would be vacant, Emma set her sights on box five and put her whole heart into the next four minutes. She could feel the swell of the music accompanying her, letting the warmth of the strings pull her onward, compelling the crowd with the sudden softness as she reached the third verse, and allowing herself to be taken over by the moment as the song crescendoed.

Recall those days

Look back on all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you

In the back of her mind, she heard a loud call, “Bravo!’” ring from the audience, and in the last verse of her solo, Emma felt as though she were flying. Her voice building higher and higher in the cadenza, each note crisp and clear as it rang across the theatre and back to her so that when the last two notes burst from her like some wild, magical thing they were half drowned out by the standing ovation that spontaneously began right in front of her.

Emma didn’t have time to remove her makeup or change before she was completely swamped by well-wishers. Cast, crew, and several attendees who’d somehow made their way to the hall that led backstage all vied for her attention. She couldn’t catch half of what they were saying, wished desperately to get out of her heavy gown, and found herself repeatedly saying ‘thank you’ more than anything else. It was entirely overwhelming. Thankfully, her managers interrupted, Jefferson swooped in and took a bouquet from her laden arms, offering her a flute of champagne instead. “Hell of a first night, Emma,” he beamed at her and they clinked glasses. “Seems Madame Lucas was right about you -- we’ve had to set half the stagehands to temporary security so we can get people out of the building instead of having them wander in search of you.”

“He’s right,” Locksley chimed in, freeing her other arm from the elaborate bouquet of stargazer lilies, which had been starting to make her nose tickle. “You’re quite the sensation, Miss Nolan!” She thanked him for the kind words and he insisted she call him Robin, introducing the dark-haired woman who’d appeared at his elbow as his wife, Marian. “With that, we must take our leave. Babysitters are ludicrously expensive in this city, and Roland should already be asleep anyway. Enjoy the moment, Miss Nolan, it certainly won’t be the last.”

Gradually, the crowd began to disperse and Emma was given a small amount of breathing room between introductions and congratulations. Her feet were aching and she was about to call it a night, when she saw a familiar face lingering in the crowd. “Graham?” She took a few steps toward the man, his light brown hair falling into his eyes as he grinned at her. She took off at a run, kicking off her heels, and he caught her in his arms. “I knew that was your voice -- I just knew it! What are you doing here? How?”

He spun her in a circle, the vast skirts of her gown swirling around them and clearing a space as several onlookers gawked at the pair. “My parents are patrons of the opera,” he explained briefly, kissing her cheek and blushing pink at the public attention. “When I heard tonight was your debut, I told them I’d represent the Humberts for the opening gala -- Emma, you were incredible out there!” The reunion was abruptly interrupted when Granny caught Emma’s eye where she lingered near the hall to her apartment. Granny gestured to her watch and Emma immediately stepped back from Graham’s embrace.

“It’s so good to see you, but...I have to go for the night, Graham, it’s late.” As she spoke, he took both her hands in his, wrapping her slender fingers in his warm grasp and insisting they go out and celebrate both her triumphant debut and their unexpected reunion. “I can’t, Graham, I’d love to -- it’s been so long since we saw each other -- but curfew is strict here, and I have to go. Goodnight.” She stepped back, gathering up her shoes as she fled the attention. The last thing she saw before making her way to her room was Graham with his brow knit in confusion. The image was quickly swept from her mind when she saw her whole apartment overflowing with bouquets and congratulatory gifts.

She turned to face Granny, her eyes wide. The old woman offered a kind smile, though she didn’t mention Graham or even ask who he was, which seemed odd. Instead, she handed Emma a single, perfect pink rose unlike any she’d seen. The stem was tied with a black satin ribbon and as she passed the delicate bloom to Emma, Granny’s only explanation was “He’s pleased with your performance, Emma. You sang like an angel tonight.” She helped Emma out of the elaborate costume, taking care to brush out her hair as she removed the numerous clips and pins. Emma hummed to herself as the two worked, Granny focusing on the items that needed to be brought back to the costuming department while Emma swiped her way through layer after layer of makeup until she was left fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked from the experience. She slipped behind the wardrobe screen after Granny left, changing into a soft floor-length robe.

Graham was here. It had been years since they last saw one another, and Emma tried to hold the vision of him now -- a man grown, complete with stubble on his cheek -- alongside the boy she’d spent so much of her childhood with. So many days had been spent at the top of her father’s loft, daydreaming and sneaking chocolates with Graham -- he was an excellent storyteller, and seemed to have a knack for knowing when her father was feeling particularly unwell. After they received the news that her father’s illness was incurable, Graham had become a daily presence in the house. He was always helping out -- fixing leaky faucets or repairing the shutters after a bad storm. As she sat and pondered her own reflection, Emma was drawn back to their freshman year of high school and to her first kiss -- their first kiss --she’d always assumed she’d end up with the boy next door.

That had changed with the revelation her father was taking her to Paris. Graham had not taken it well, and had stormed out her door for the last time two weeks before she uprooted her whole life with the move. She had needed him, had relied on him as a constant in her life, but almost immediately she saw him around town with someone else. Emma found out later it was some woman a few years older than Graham, and heard they had followed one another through Europe for a year before starting university in England. While that clearly hadn’t worked out, the old wound still stung. Undoubtedly, he had been through Paris several times, and he knew precisely where she was. So why had he never visited until now? It seemed likely she was only catching his attention now that it was her name on the marquee.

“Darling, who exactly is Graham Humbert to you?” came the voice in the darkness. Though Emma knew it could only be her Angel, she’d also never heard him like this. Usually the voice was low and encouraging, a mentor and gentle guide to her, but now...something was off. His pitch was too high, his pace too rapid and it felt angry somehow. She explained to the darkness around her that Graham was a friend, and had been for years. “Uncanny, isn’t it? He reappears suddenly just as you step into your own destiny,” the voice trailed off, his tone harsh and clipped.

“What do you mean? You don’t think...Graham wouldn’t do that! We’ve been friends since we were kids -- his family’s a patron of the arts, that’s all.” Emma felt oddly torn, needing to defend Graham’s intentions, while also feeling compelled to soothe the hurt her Angel so clearly felt right now.

“Men of low ambition seek greatness only through possessions -- through acquiring what is not theirs to have , darling.” His voice kept shifting, changing its origin as though he was everywhere and nowhere. “You are a marvel,” he crooned, voice softening to a low purr in her ear though he remained out of sight. His tone shifted abruptly, voice nearly a growl. “You were born for more than his small mind can imagine, and I will not see him bask in your glory. This triumph belongs to us -- to you and I alone.”

Emma realized then that she mattered to this unseen Angel, though for the life of her she couldn’t understand why . What’s more, he seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere -- had he been in the crowd after the curtain call? Had she seen him and simply not known? The thought seemed impossible; she’d always been sure she would know him the instant she saw him. “I know that,” she began, not knowing what he wanted from her, but wanting to try. “I never thought I could do anything like I did tonight, and without you, I know I never would have tried. Please,” she faltered then, wondering where to go from here and how best to help him understand how much she valued every lesson and moment they’d spent together. She squared her shoulders, looking at her resolute expression in the mirror. “Please, let me finally see you. Let me know who you really are -- who it is that made tonight possible.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Go on then, if you’re sure you can handle it, keep watching your mirror, Emma.” She leaned forward, at first seeing only herself gazing back until the surface swirled with crimson smoke and from the cloud emerged two brilliant blue eyes set in an astoundingly handsome face.

“Oh,” she heard herself gasp softly and she reached toward the image as the smoke cleared. She took in the black hair that tumbled artfully into his eyes, the confident smirk that gave her a brief flash of white teeth. She reached out, startling herself when her fingers found, not the solid glass she’d expected, but the scratch of the stubble that dusted his cheek.

“Come now, darling. I know you’re more curious than that,” he hummed, waiting patiently and leaning against what now appeared as a doorway rather than her mirror. She took her time, sweeping her eyes over his strong, lean frame. He wore all black from the embroidered silk waistcoat to his full-length leather coat and Emma was sure on most men it would look outlandish, but he was definitely not most men. His wolfish grin must have erased something in her brain because she realized belatedly he had a gleaming silver hook where his left hand should be. It appeared deadly sharp, and she wondered what story had led to its existence. She knew she was staring and tried to say something, anything at all.

“How?” she eventually sputtered, not knowing how to form the question she wanted to ask. He was real, and here. The man -- the Angel? Did angels look like this? -- who had watched over her for years now. The man who taught her to take raw talent and shape it into art. He was real. She reached out, laying her hand flat against his chest, her eyes fixed on the place over his heart. Taking a steadying breath, she slowly turned her gaze up to meet his eyes. “You’re real.” She felt stupid the instant it left her mouth, though his low chuckle wasn’t unkind.

“Real indeed, darling. And to your earlier enquiry: magic.” She tittered, faking a laugh at this and thinking she may have found herself at the mercy of a lunatic. He broke out in a warm laugh at her expression. “Not many people greet me in such a way, but you are not most people are you Emma?” She briefly wondered if he read her earlier thoughts, but before she could think much more he offered his arm which she took out of pure curiosity. “Perhaps a demonstration then?” And suddenly the world was shrouded in crimson smoke.

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Thank you @ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this piece, and @lonelyspectator12 for being an incredible brainstorming partner.

Shout-out to @eastwesthomeisbest for your artwork--it inspires me to persevere past writer's block!

Tagging CSMM Discord and those who've asked:

@kmomof4, @teamhook, @veryverynotgood, @caught-in-the-filter, @hollyethecurious, @laschatzi, @donteattheappleshook, @lonelyspectator12, @the-darkdragonfly, @zaharadessert, @winterbaby89, @jrob64, @wefoundloveunderthelight, @ultraluckycatnd, @stahlop, @alexa-fangirl-forever, @superchocovian, @monosalvatore16, @snowbellewells, @batana54

#one love one lifetime #karly tries to write #CSMM #captain swan AU #cs ff #killian jones #emma swan #dark hook

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sheliesshattered · 2 years

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I was tagged by @catefrankie in a hanging-out-with-your-mutuals game. Thank you my dear!

💕✨create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game✨💕

are you a morning person?

Not even a little bit. I stay up late, rarely wake up before 9am, and need a solid 30 minutes minimum to read in bed before I can even attempt to impersonate a human.

ideal breakfast?

French toast with maple syrup and a side of bacon. There’s a local diner that makes my favorite version, but I’ve only been able to go once since the start of the pandemic. 😭

favorite warm drink, and how do you take it?

Hot chocolate, preferably made with heavy cream, but made with whole milk will do in a pinch.

sit in the sunshine or the shade?

Sit in the sunshine right up until the moment my skin starts to feel too toasty. If Jack and I are eating outside and only one side of the table is shady, I give it to him every time. Also he burns much faster than I do.

favorite baked good?

All of them? Sourdough bread, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, pies, croissants, cream puffs... All of them? All of them.

a song or album that makes you feel at peace?

Ironwood Strong by Becky Warren. I sing it to myself when I need to self-soothe.

take a walk with your friends or read a book next to a friend on the sofa?

Jack and I walk together nearly every day (gotta get out and see our crows, and it’s a good way to get at least a minimum amount of exercise), and we often end up doing our own things quietly in the same room. But if I’m going to read anything other than fanfic, I prefer to read aloud together.

what tasks do you gravitate to when making a meal with others?

Making the spice mix, chopping vegetables, and stirring boiling things.

a chore that if someone completed it for you you’d love them forever?

Anything involving making a phone call and pretending to be an adult.

favorite board/card game to play with friends?

A hand-made Set deck is literally the only board/card game I own.

what kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater?

Popcorn, and something chocolate to counterbalance it. Peanut M&Ms is a solid choice.

bar with live music or bar with a pool table?

Not terribly fond of either, but a bar with karaoke as the live music can be a ton of fun.

go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail?

Ruby port, moscato champagne, honey mead, hard apple/pear cider, or bourbon on the rocks.

go-to bar food?

Onion rings.

are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs?

Rotating between all three pretty evenly.

a favorite Scripture verse or prayer?

I am decidedly extremely Not Christian or any other monotheistic faith, and my religion doesn’t have scriptures. My gods have prayers and chants, but those are just for me and them.

are you the person begging to go to just one more bar/sing one more song, the person staying up late talking about love and the universe, or the person who fell asleep hours before anyone else?

If I plan well, I’m the person staying up as late as possible and begging for just a little bit more fun, but the older I’ve gotten the more often I’ve been the one to toddle off to bed while the party is still raging. Napping ahead of time and pacing my drinking can help tho.

I’ll tag @tounknowndestinations, @druigs, @3221b-dw, @praetyger, @thebraxiatelcollection, and @twentysideddinglehopper, if you guys feel like playing. 😀

#about me #tag games #Tumblr life #2022 mood

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yeaahishowedupatyourparty · 2 years

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it's evermore's birthday, so here are each of the ships from next gen and og that the songs capture for me. i won't be taking any questions. i am correct.

1. willow

og verse: janey & wesley

next gen verse: kai & sofia

2. champagne problems

og verse: parker & lacey

next gen verse: ally & brett

3. gold rush

og verse: tanner & alani

next gen verse: daisy & avery

4. 'tis the damn season

og verse: park & gisele

next gen verse: parker & lacey

5. tolerate it

og verse: soraya & dallas

next gen verse: addy & ethan

6. no body, no crime - ❌

7. happiness

og verse: ruby & rosalie

next gen verse: rowan & ally

8. dorothea - ❌

9. coney island

og verse: ruby & rosalie

next gen verse: peter & aurora

10. ivy

og verse: lorenzo & lacey

next gen verse: lily & dylan

11. cowboy like me

og verse: park & yulia

next gen verse: harley & whitney

12. long story short

og verse: danny, zara & dallas

next gen verse: ethan, addy & victoria

13. marjorie

peter & aurora and lottie & annabel. my favourite parent-child relationships in the whole thing.

14. closure

og verse: disney & kyle

next gen verse: harley & whitney

15. evermore - ❌

16. right where you left me

only lacey and janey.

17. it's time to go - ❌ (but i love this song sm, it's so healthy)

#musings #i'm talking about taylor again

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pynkhues · 3 years

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Sweat face diamond ring thought bubble!

Thank you! <3

😅- a line that made you feel second hand embarrassment

Oh god, so many, but I feel like it’s first hand embarrassment when it’s my own work, hahaha.

This bit from Blue Moon is one I think about probably once every few weeks though, so that’s hilarious:

The speakers judder to life and the opening riff of Push It start, and it’s like muscle memory, the way the steps find her – more than the steps, the lyrics too, and they’re barely through the first verse when Sara starts laughing, her face split, her chest heaving, and then she’s coughing, and Ruby springs forwards, but she’s stopped - - Stan stops her - - reaching for her, pulling her back to him, and he just shakes his head, and it hurts as the nurses tumble into the room, then the doctors, watching from the sidelines as Sara coughs, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, and then there are drugs and drips and one doctor pulls them out of the room and says the word transplant and Ruby goes home and she hates herself, but Stan - -

I like the segment overall, but I get really in my head about Sara coughing up blood. It was a bit I’d highlighted to consider changing in later drafts, which I never actually did, because while coughing up blood is something that happens with kidney-related diseases, it’s usually really serious before that happens, so it’s technically a bit early for Sara to be suffering in that way. I wish I’d changed it to an earlier symptom of kidney failure like irregular heartbeat or shortness of breath.

Mostly though I get more embarrassed by seeing phrases I overuse? Descriptions of light, the use of certain words, motions, and habits are things I’m trying to address at the moment, which is really tough! I’m excited for it though too as an area for growth! :-)

💍- your most underrated story

Oooo, I have the biggest softspot for On a Balcony with Champagne Lips which I think is a story a lot of people are pretty ‘meh’ on, haha. I wrote it purely based on s3 spoilers, and am always delighted at how canon-compliant it ended up being, and I don’t know. I like the push-pull of it, and it resonated with me writing it, even if it didn’t necessarily resonate with many people reading it, haha.

💬- describe one of your completed works in three words

Okay okay okay, let’s go Cross Your Fingers.

Trauma! Entrepreneurship! Catharsis!

I hope anyway, haha.

Writer Ask Game

#writer ask game #cross your fingers #welcome to my ama #fic asks #sothischickshe

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acalculatedfuture · 3 years

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

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[ COLORS. ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. magenta.

[ ELEMENTS. ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. starlight.

[ WEAPONS. ] fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staves. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy.

[ MATERIALS. ] gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ NATURE. ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

[ ANIMALS. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. dove. seagulls. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. sheep. penguins. praying mantids. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. chickens.

[ FOODS / DRINKS. ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. bird. insects. omelette.

[ HOBBIES. ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. war tactics. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying.

[ MISC. ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. lighters. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. realism. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village.

Tagged by: @littlesilverplatinum

#dash game #this is a glutton #about: cole

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eternallyrisen · 3 years

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

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[ ELEMENTS. ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. metal. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. starlight.

tagged by: @theprxfessorpair

tagging: steal it and say I tagged you

#memes #musing: rose

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invictarre-archive · 3 years

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[ COLOURS. ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. magenta.

( tagged by: @floralcalavera, thank you so much this was a lot of fun <333 )

#some of the italicised things are Dani Associations so they've become a much-loved part of leon's brain aesthetic #also !!!! fantasy animal au: leon would be a pegasus and you CANNOT convince me otherwise. char would still be a dragon #there's no such thing as time to kill or time to throw away | dash games

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kriegerins · 3 years

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Annie

[ ANIMALS. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. dove. seagulls. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantids. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. chickens.

TAGGING : @cynosuresoldier @gerichteter @austerulous @verratensduo & YOU

#❛ 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 . ❜#【 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙪𝙢 . 】

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littlesilverplatinum · 3 years

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Tagged by: @iruludavare <3 took me a moment but this was really fun c: Tagging: @twinleaf-royalty @kyohansha (for both, please) @acalculatedfuture @floralcalavera @cruentu-s @forgxtemall

#(ic - muse)#games #ä #me seeing wool and sheep in here: YES

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behemothbash · 3 years

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tagged by: @alolua, ty berry! tagging: @yellwave, @switchwave, @mschfmakr, @forgxtemall (steven!), @iruludavare & YOU

#// icb i had to add sheep myself :pensive:#☆┊ play nice (dash memes)#long post

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alolua · 3 years

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[ ANIMALS. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. dove. seagulls. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantids. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. chickens.

TAGGED BY : @winterwritten, thanks winter ! ! TAGGING : @pintsizcd , @behemothbash , @dystcpiia , @schillydataday , @darkestaken , + YOU ! ! !

#🌺 【 ▶ ABOUT. ┊ ❝ is the world kind to you ? 】#so... no sea puppers in the animal section ? *BREAKS THE PHONE*

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storystrange-arch · 3 years

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ?

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[ ANIMALS. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. dove. seagulls. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantids. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. chickens.

TAGGING : @winterwritten ( jack! ). @destinydefied ( you choose! ). YOU?

#⊱ 𝐷𝐺. — SANDERSON MANSNOOZIE. ⊰

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