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lightcarrieson · 11 months

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Carol and Daryl Lockscreen

I’m so excited to see them again on the spinoff and I made this lockscreen/wallpaper to celebrate caryl world domination <3. Feel free to use 🤍

#caryl spinoff #caryl #carol peletier #twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #carol and daryl #caryl is endgame #caryl positivity #wallpaper #lockscreen #twd lockscreen #twd wallpaper

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linaaastrance · 2 years

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[Ms.Marvel] .

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aleksmaximoff · 2 years

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Multiverse of Madness Wallpapers

(pt 1 probably)

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the-tangerine2 · 1 year

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Strangers to lovers 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕖

#lockscreen #stranger things #stranger things lockscreens #jane hopper #mike wheeler #millie bobby icons #mileven is endgame #mileven #finn wolfhard #netflix #millie bobby brown #stranger things comfort #couple #eleven #eleven hopper #wheeler family #el x mike #eleven and mike

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moonkightt · 2 years

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/ᐠ - ˕ -マ m-meow . . ( 交 )

So sorry.....

#Spotify #black panther #fashion #venom #black and white #lovecore #avengers endgame #infinity war #movies #film #spiderverse #itzy chaeryeong #itzy #yeji itzy #twice #twice lockscreen #twice nayeon

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kinetic-elaboration · 10 months

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July 13: Modern Miller 13.1

Sooo... several years ago I started writing this Miller-centric Modern AU, randomly, composing and posting it in 300-500 word chunks whenever the mood struck. No outline, no plan, no sense of scale. I did this for a while. Got down like 13k, somehow. Then I hit a wall. Just ran out of ideas.

I have not updated this fic in 4 years.

Now, here is an update.

I'm thinking of cleaning it up a little (a very little!) and posting it to AO3, not as a sign that I'm getting more serious about it or have an endgame but just to make it more readable. For now, crawl through my blog for the context. All previous parts are on the tag "the hospital starter."

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Miller wakes up with his phone still underneath his palm, his head squashed against the arm of Clarke’s living room couch like he’s trying to burrow through it using his skull. The leather sticks to the side of his face. His legs are tangled under him, and a blue crocheted blanket has been slung over the lower half of him, dripping down over his waist and to the floor.

He kicks the blanket fully off and taps at his phone to show the time, has to blink at it blearily in the glaring morning light from the Griffins’ picture window. His lockscreen is a pic of his friends from college. For a moment, he has no idea where he is, or when.

8:48 AM. No new messages. No alarm set.

Someone is moving around in the kitchen, clinking silverware against glass, running water.

He finds Clarke at the sink, rinsing out dishes next to an open dishwasher. At some point last night she must have abandoned the couch and gone upstairs, changed into the oversized t-shirt and soft, blue shorts that she sleeps in, but so much of that last hour or so is a blur. Her bare legs and feet are in shadow. Splashes of light from the window above the sink highlight her hands and catch on the spoons and forks.

“Damn,” he says, by way of greeting, as he hauls himself up onto one of the stools at the center counter. “You’ve become a morning person?”

She flashes him a smile that may just be a fuck you and closes the dishwasher. “And I made eggs,” she says. “And toast.”

He can smell both, and the comforting, familiar-morning-scent of coffee brewing. Clarke grabs plates and starts dividing up the scrambled eggs, and Miller drags himself to his feet again so he can take over the toast. “If we were straight,” he says, over the scraping of butter against bread, “this would be a sickeningly domestic moment.”

“Platonic domestic.”

“Queer platonic.”

“I don’t think that’s what that means.”

In high school, he used to stay over at Clarke’s place a lot, especially around sophomore year when he was bored and careless and things with his dad weren’t so great. She didn’t drink coffee then, but he knows she likes her toast half-buttered, half with apricot jam. Some things don’t change.

#the 100 #the hospital starter #nathan miller #clarke griffin #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write

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editstom · 2 years

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