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saladbroth · 3 years
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with the stars above (so make a wish)
intro 1/2
a jukebogsSMAU ft. willex & flarrie in gay judgement
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introductions part 1, part 2
taglist under the cut
@kybee1497 @itsthebooks @williexmercer @sunnylemonss @sunset-bobby @afoldintime @the-anxious-gay-drummer @a-tomb-with-a-view @wadewaits
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 2 years
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hi! if you're still doing the first sentence fic thing can you do something with "I know you think you're being sweet and romantic right now but you're still drunk as shit"
Hi! Totally forgot about these but I found them again, so here we go, tysm for the ask!!
“I know you think you’re being sweet and romantic right now, but you’re still drunk as shit,” Luke said quietly, steadying Julie with an arm around her waist. “So how about we get you off to bed, huh?”
Julie frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not drunk,” she insisted.
Luke raised eyebrows. “Sunshine, sweetheart, my love. You’re drunk outta your mind. You ran over to me in a zig zag, then misjudged when you tried to throw yourself at me, and if I hadn’t caught you, you’d have face planted.”
“I’m not drunk,” she repeated firmly, rocking from side to side to a beat Luke couldn’t hear. “Can’t I just want to cuddle with my amazing boyfriend? Just because I’m incoor-uncoordinated doesn’t mean I’m drunk.”
“You’re still holding the rum, Julie-bean.” Luke grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the bottle of rum and held it up so she could see it. “It’s nearly empty.”
Julie paused. “Okay, so I maybe… I might be a little bit drunk. Is that bad? Are you mad that I’m drunk? Is Reggie here? Oh my god will Reggie be mad that I’m drunk?”
Luke eased the bottle out of her hand and put it down on the kitchen table, then hooked his free arm under Julie’s knees so he could lift her up bridal style. “Reg is asleep on the couch, ‘cause Bobster went to stay the night at Carrie’s because she’s panicking about getting married, and even if he was awake he wouldn’t be mad. None of us could ever be mad at you.”
“Promise?” She asked, eyes so wide that Luke felt like his heart was being crushed in his chest. For all people told him he had an evil pair of puppy eyes that could get even the hardest of people to do whatever he wanted, he’d never had anything on either Julie or Reggie.
“Yeah, dewdrop.” He kissed her forehead and started climbing up the stairs, doing his best to sway her instead of jolting her. “And in the morning, I’ll make bacon sandwiches and breakfast tea, and you can text Carrie and tell her she and Flynn are gonna have the best wedding ever, and then Bobble will be released and we can have our couch back, okay?”
Julie looked at him for a moment, studying his face in a way that reminded Luke of toddlers inspecting things they hadn’t see before. “M’kay,” She decided eventually. “I love you.”
Luke smiled to himself even as she closed her eyes and promptly started snoring. “I love you too.”
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kybee1497 · 3 years
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Dancing to the Rhythm of Your Heartbeat by Kybee1497
Flynn’s groan from across the room pulled her sluggish brain from her thoughts. “It is a fucking crime that I am running on 8 hours of sleep in the last 3 days combined and not living my best life. I should be running through an abandoned castle in a ballgown in slow motion. I want the poofy dress and tiara, I want the castle, I want the ex-enemy turned lover chasing me while I laugh and run faster. Is that too much to ask? Fuck! But instead I’m here, with an empty coffee pot, barely functioning on no sleep, and I’m still not done. This isn’t fair. I want a refund. Who the fuck decided I should get a degree.
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The flarrie ballgowns au that was supposed to be short and fluffy and instead it’s long and mostly fluffy
Chapter 3!
Carrie and Flynn apartment hunt, Nick advocates for communication, Carrie and Flynn go shopping and... meet a witch?
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waterisntreal · 4 years
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Ok so I think we need to figure out ship names because I am sick of having to tag reggie x luke and luke x reggie
Luke and Reggie (honestly these all sound bad so I hope someone else has a better one):
Leggie
Luggie
Ruke
Reke
Rukie
Julie and Flynn:
Julynn
Juynn
Julienn
Julie and Luke:
Lulie
Lukie
Juke
Julie and Nick:
Jick
Juck
Nulie
Nilie
Nickie
Flynn and Carrie:
Farrie
Flarrie
Flyrrie
Julie and Carrie:
Jarrie
Jurrie
Carlie
Calie
Luke and Alex:
Aluke
Lulex
Alek
Reggie and Alex:
Reglex
Alexie
Relex
Aggie
Luke, Reggie, and Alex:
Alukie
Reglukelex
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MLP-PLUSH-FLURRY HEART-Flurry filly by Masha05
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porcelanie · 10 years
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yellow & grey!! :~)
:+)
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
most of my clothes were my older brother’s
I had short really curly hair
me and my brother used to make whole stories with stuffed animals
when i had a fight with my brother, mum locked us in a room and told us to talk and work it out
my grandpa took us to a ”safari” as he called it ((haha)), basically he took us for a long walk up the street from our house where there was only nature and no habitation :)
I used to fall off my bike all the time, on trees and once I fell in front of a moving car but thank god it was going slowly aha
for 30 days a year I’d stay with my grandma while my brother  was hospitalised. ((now I stay at home))
Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things
i guess my mp4 is one of my favourite things
It’s black and pink and it’s touch screen!
I have to rearrange my songs because there are so many I don’t like /listen to anymore
umuuummm ”not a thing” but I really love my cat
Her name is Alice, she’s black and white with pink paws and nose and she’s four months old
i took a video of her while she was sleeping the first day we brought her home and it’s so cute haha
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bazalea · 10 years
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aw thank you for followed me :) your photos are really beautiful!!
love your blog so much bb! thank you :)
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flyrrie · 10 years
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Hey, your blog is lovely. Do you mind checking mine out ? x
of course i will :~)
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theflowerfox · 10 years
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hey gorgeous!! :) do you mind checking out my blog?? yours is really cool!! xx
hey no problem! followed qt xx
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sonidoblanco · 10 years
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bluemxnday tagged me (thx ur the bomb. com!!!!)
Rules: 1. Always post the rules. 2. Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones.  3. Tag people and link them. 4. Let them know that they are.
bluemxnday's questions for me 
fave books? looking for alaska
describe your clothes style or the clothes style that you like? i can't afford my clothing style but its kinda kylie jenner mixed with zoe benson 
what do you do on a stormy night? i like to watch movies and drink hot chocolate
how often do you feel sad? idk i think like once a week or something i havent feel sad in a long time 
clubbing or art museums? art museums all the way
would you like any piercings and where? i want one on my nose i think it looks really cute
have you dissapointed someone recently? who and how? my parents, i failed a class and they got mad at me
fave music and do you like singing? i like all kind of music and i love singing even tho i suck at it 
when was the last time you felt alive and why? about a month ago i went bungee jumping it was the best thing ever i loved it!!!!!!
do you hide away who you are? no, i always try to be myself 
what are you doing for halloween this year? im going trick or treating with my friends lol
my questions for you (◡‿◡✿)
If you could go on a dream holiday, where would it be?
Fav band/artist?
Fav movies?
What is the one most embarrassing thing you have ever done?
Who do you look up to most in life?
Do you have any wild fantasies?
Which cartoon did you like the most?
What super power do you dream of having?
Which famous person would you like to be?
Do you believe that there is only one love for everyone?
Fav shows?
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saladbroth · 3 years
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with the stars above (so make a wish)
intros 2/2
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introductions part 1, part 2
taglist below
@kybee1497 @itsthebooks @williexmercer @sunnylemonss @sunset-bobby @afoldintime @the-anxious-gay-drummer @a-tomb-with-a-view @wadewaits
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years
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I see your unsaid Emily for Alex and Reggie in season two and raise you:
Bobby’s swan song before becoming Trevor
Carrie having an “If Only” moment abt Flynn / Zuko angst coma
Willie thinking Alex is gone and having a “do the next right thing” song and helping the ghosts trapped at the HGC
(Or Bobby have a do the next right thing moment, yes I just made myself sad thinking about Bobby mourning and the “how to rise from the floor when it’s not you I’m rising for” line don’t look at me)
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saladbroth · 3 years
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“Is this really the best time for that? Really?” For the first sentence thing? :))
megster! thank you so much for the ask, i once again got carried away but i thoroughly enjoyed this and i finally got to write the mean lesbians, but they're pirates! :)) i hope you like it!
(send me a sentence and i'll write a short fic for it!)
“Is this really the best time for that? Really?”
Flynn knocks her attacker out and sidesteps another one running at her to glare at Carrie. There’s a cut on her lip and as Carrie watches she wipes at it, eyes blazing matching the burning building beside them, as it illuminates her in shades of yellow and orange.
She’s never looked more beautiful than right now, roughed up and angry, in the middle of the frenzy of a fight. Then again, Carrie always thinks Flynn can never look more beautiful than she already does, so maybe this isn’t entirely new, or true.
A man grabs Carrie from behind and she places a kick to his left knee, twisting as he loses balance. It doesn’t take much to break his nose and send him to the ground, howling in pain. Men. She’s had her nose broken before and it’s really not that bad.
Flynn’s still scowling at her when she turns back around and Carrie shrugs and grins. “We’re in a potentially life threatening situation, so I thought why not?”
“For fuck’s sake, Care,” Flynn says, rolling their eyes. “Duck!”
Carrie does as told and swivels around to see another man, quite possibly the one she pissed off in the first place, starting this whole debacle, stab the air above her. He kicks at her and she loses her balance, falling onto her backside as he tries to kick her again. Before his dirty shoes can hit her Flynn appears beside Carrie and takes him out with a well placed knee in the groin. God, she’s in love with them.
“We’re in potentially life threatening situations basically all the time.” Flynn hauls Carrie to her feet. “And this is hardly one of them.”
“But there are scary awful men trying to take us out,” Carrie says dramatically, leaning against Flynn. She rolls her eyes again and pulls her along, away from the group of guys that attacked them. More are probably coming.
“Because you thought it was absolutely necessary to give snarky advice to one of them and then basically rob him with a few rounds at Poker.”
“It’s hardly my fault they’re all dumb,” Carrie protests. “And you like it when I win us money.”
Flynn sighs and pulls the both of them into a small and dark alley. “I do.”
“Then I don’t see the problem.”
“The problem, Care, is that I wanted a nice evening in port and not to fight off a bunch of idiots, for once. And it wasn’t a life threatening situation.” Flynn presses Carrie against the wall and steps closer as a group of men run past. She’s close enough for Carrie to feel her breath on her cheek, and truly, this is one of her favourite things of being chased around by angry hordes.
Carrie smiles, knowing that Flynn can’t see her in the almost complete darkness of the alley, the few stars she can see twinkling in the night sky not nearly enough to cast light on anything. She slides her hands around Flynn’s waist, pulling them closer. “You love a fight though.”
“I hate you,” Flynn mumbles, and Carrie huffs a laugh. “You know me too well.”
“That must be hard for you, my love.” Carrie finds Flynn’s mouth even in the dark, kissing her quickly. “You still haven’t answered my question though.”
Flynn groans in what Carrie can tell is exasperation. “Your timing was horrible!”
“It was romantic!”
“It most definitely wasn’t romantic. You didn’t even do it the proper way!” Flynn doesn’t actually sound upset and Carrie knows them well enough that this is all part of getting to the answer. It’s just the way their relationship is, and always has been. They’re pushing and pulling at each other like the tide and the shores are, an everlasting game and battle, without which neither side could exist the way it does.
“I have a ring,” Carrie says. “And a necklace, depends on what you want, they’re on the ship.”
Flynn hums in the darkness, her hands slowly making her way up Carrie’s side. “So were you planning on making it romantic, then? Doesn’t really suit you.”
“Fuck no,” Carrie laughs. “I didn’t know when but never romantic, we’re not Luke and Julie.”
“Or Willie and Alex,” Flynn agrees. Her hands are cupping Carrie’s jaw now, their fingers rough from working the sea and familiar, as they’re caressing her cheeks. Carrie exhales slowly, focusing on Flynn’s form and the faint glint of their jewelry before her. “Exactly. So?”
“So what?” Flynn is teasing her, voice quiet and the faintest bit rough, her breath still carrying the scent of the liquor they shared just an hour ago, before things went off the rails.
“You’re gonna make ask again, aren’t you?”
Noise filters into their alley again, as a group of people walk past but Carries doesn’t pay them much attention, too focused on Flynn and their hands on her cheeks and their soft, agreeing hum. She exhales.
“Will you marry me?”
“Of course I will, you absolute nuisance,” Flynn answers, and kisses her.
Carrie grins against her lips and Flynn matches her, pushing her into the wall. It’s been a long time coming, and they both know it. Back on the Phantom there’s a ring and a necklace waiting in a small satchel in Carrie’s cabin, and she knows they’ll look spectacular on Flynn.
“I love you,” Flynn says quietly and Carrie rests her forehead against theirs, taking a few seconds to breathe and to smile to herself. The night may have started with trouble but it’s only looking up now and-
“There they are!” A voice calls and Flynn swears. They’ve been found. She grips Carrie’s hand in hers. “I hate you, you’re lucky I want to marry you.”
“Less talking, more running, sweetheart,” Carrie says and Flynn huffs, before they take off into the night.
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years
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Please, season 2, give me Carrie with naturally curly hair and the accompany masses of flyaways that take several cans of hairspray to smoothen out, and that Flynn styles into demon horns when given five minutes and some hair gel
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years
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Oh My Fucking God, She Fucking Dead chapter 1/?
Julie had never intended to follow her parents and her siblings into their line of work.
Well, at least, she hadn’t when she’d been really little, when the world had seemed so black and white, with murder falling so clearly into the realm of “wrong”.
When she’d been little her world had consisted of her mom and dad and her little brother, and her step-dad and step-brother and step-sister, and her morals had been grounded in the morals of the fairytales Bobby and Carrie read to her and Carlos when they were younger, all crammed into the same bed even when Bobby and Carrie were fourteen, and far too cool for their younger siblings if TV had anything to say about it.
Then she grew up.
Link is in the reblogs!
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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years
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Road Work Ahead? Uh yeah, I Sure Hope It Does
“Hey, hey,” Bobby yelled, scrambling up onto their table. “Guys! Lads! We’re at a bachelor party! Someone has to get married!”
Reggie laughed and slumped against Luke, watching the way the world span around him with distant interest. “Someone needs to get a tattoo!”
“Oh! Dibs!” Bobby slid back off the table, hooking an arm around Alex and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “‘Lex, ‘Lex, you should decide who gets married, since it’s your wedding.”
“Greg and Lucy should get married,” Alex decided, finishing his vodka in one go. “And Bobbers should get the Sunset Curve logo on his pec.”
Fic link is in the reblogs :))
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