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rayrayor · 1 month
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Self Rec , Saturday, in my case Monday 🤬😈
Thank you @jrooc for the tag.
My Galladad series is my gooey love. I adore writing this world for them. Liam and Lily are living their best life with their dads. This one has toddler Lily, smart and sweet Liam, Ian being a pod cast sensation ;oh and Mickey trying to keep up with his family. And carving out adult time with Ian. Plus Iggy, a kick ass cat dad with boundaries.
Oh and art by @luluxa and Lily lol
Tagging @bawlbrayker @sweetperversiongirl @gallavichgeek @spacerockwriting @creepkinginc @depressedstressedlemonzest @starcrossedsoulmates84 @mybrainismelted
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gildengirl · 2 months
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"As a general rule, Matt’s not afraid of a little silence. These days, a good silence has a way of bringing him back to the ranch, on a cool morning after he’s let all the animals out to graze. He used to spend hours in that barn all by himself, cleaning the stalls and filling the feeds, interrupted only by the occasional bird or barn cat. There was a peace about it—the sun cresting over a windy wheat field, sparkling across the morning dew, as muscle memory took over and left his mind to wander. The silence gave him space to think. Gave him time to take a step back and appreciate the little things in life. A silence, when done right, is a lot like a prayer without any of the effort." - Sarah Coury, Full Circle: 1986
Matthew Morgan mood board inspired by Full Circle by @averagejoesolomon
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kybee1497 · 6 months
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I’d Tell You I Love You, but Then I’d Have to Kill You by kybee1497
Julie Molina, 3rd generation legacy and senior at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.
Luke Patterson, prodigy of the Blackthorne Institue for Boys.
The two first met last year during their spring final exam. He flirted. She used him. They both lied. But Luke cheated and Julie hasn’t forgiven it, she definitely hasn’t forgotten, and she can’t quite shake the blow to her confidence the encounter left.
But what was supposed to be a one off, turns out to be a lot more when Blackthorne joins Gallagher Academy for the year and suddenly Luke is everywhere. He’s cocky, charming, and drives her crazy but the look in his eyes when she aces a test or hands him is ass in gym sends butterflies fluttering through her stomach.
Which is stupid because Julie has more important things to worry about. Like passing her classes and getting through her final year. Like why her mothers been acting so weird, stress lining her eyes. Like why exactly the Blackthorne boys are here this year and what exactly happened to Headmaster Covington. Like what she’s going to do after graduation… if they even get there, because the mystery of Blackthorne is far more dangerous than they could have ever guessed.
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It’s finally here!!! Tagging anyone I’ve yelled about this au with over the last 2 ish years (also my memory is terrible so I’m so sorry if I leave someone out) @sunsetcurbed @angelofarts @fandomscraziness22 @thatbitchmabel @willexmagic @itsthebooks @williexmercer
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derkhue · 6 months
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John Lennon ✌🎨
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circleofcavan · 7 months
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Mr. & Mrs. Morgan
A Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU fic, with our favorite Gallagher Girl and Blackthorne Boy duo. (Cam/Zach, years after graduation, dropping by couples' counseling on a lark and figuring out their marriage amid a lot of "travel for work" and "stressful days in the office.") Not an exact 1:1 rewrite of the film, but not not an exact 1:1 rewrite.
Read it on AO3 here.
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Alright, I've got a paper due tonight that I have not started yet so I've gotta get that done before I have anymore fun :/
In the meantime though it is Friday so per my own rules I owe you all a chapter. We've got some Rachel and Joe, some Zach, Grant, and Jonas, and Zach and Joe. If you put something in my inbox about any of the above characters I promise it's coming but I hope you enjoy this in the meantime!
For any new followers and friends you can find all my ao3 works here. You should be able to read and comment with or without an account. I'll probably try to find a way to post all my writings on here, there eventually (but that'll take a while lol). I hope you check them out as well as the other works by other authors on ao3
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Hello friends <3
Long time no see.....and that's 1000% on me. Life got the better of me and my writing hobby fell by the wayside. HOWEVER, I am DYING to get back into it. I miss it and I miss all of you.
I'm going to try to see what I can start cooking up and make an effort to be more active here again.
All my love
<3
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jltonnere · 1 year
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Me: I have no plans to write a Liz/Bex fic.
Also Me: *casually assembling a Liz/Bex inspo playlist.*
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zaenight · 11 months
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MAMA DIDN’T RAISE NO BITCHES
Sage “sera” trager
CRAZY BUT SHE’S MINE
Camila “Jackie” Vincent
How similar are they🤔
Both never take a man’s shit
They will be or are both are mother’s or mother figures
She did know tig
The difference between the stories and characters
Crazy but she’s mine takes place after s4 and is an au after Ez became president and most of the storyline is mine, with s5 coming out I may add the main plot points to it.
Mama didn’t raise no bitches
Is actually two love stories
One with Ez and Sage
And one with her sister Jess and Nestor
It takes place during s1-5 I am currently working on it
Although I have more books
So I might not write it as often
That way when s5 is finished all the eps have been and stuff , you understand and feel me ? Ok no I’ll just-
They have a connection to the sons being Tigs nieces , Sage had a relationship with Alvarez’s son Esai
For the most part she takes after her faceclaim Emily deschanel’s character temperance brennen from bones , which I’m also currently watching , Bones is also headcannoned to have autism and/or aspergers syndrom I believe, which I can see due too some familiarity with it as some of my family have autism or other diagnoses , Zooey deschanel who is the faceclaim for Her sister’s character who is mostly based of Her character Jess from new girls was also head cannoned with autism (I never finished the show so I don’t know if it was confirmed , I don’t think it was)
I can say Jess is easier to write than Sage , since she like a few other characters is very outgoing , meanwhile When I write Sage Im mostly thinking of the way she is in bones : which is factual(?) , and monotone voice wise , (idk where my mind is going with this)
But yeah I’ll add to this probably what do you think of my oc’s or the faceclaim’s actual characters in general.
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duchesschameleon · 2 months
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okay friends, creative juices are GOING today and I’m on the train for like forty more minutes with nothing planned the rest of the day.
hit me with five sentence fic prompts!!
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rayrayor · 28 days
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Galladrabbles : Movie.
Thank you @mmmichyyy for this weeks prompt and @galladrabbles
I feel like this happens a lot in the Gallavich house , still the best papa ever though.
Movie 🤪🤪🤪🤣🤣🤣
Liam heard the door slam.
"Lily," Mickey followed his furious daughter. 
"What happened, sissy?" Liam tried not to laugh.
"Captain Goes Off Half-Cocked happened."
She grabbed and drank milk from the carton, very unlike her . Then she shook her finger at an embarrassed Mickey.
"Papa saw us outside the movie theater and followed us in. Stalked us from the back row. I leaned my head on AJ's shoulder and heard, "Over my dead body, I can snap a neck and do a stint in Statesville, again !"
"Isn't AJ your bestie, not a date?" 
"Yep, and she was wearing a beanie."
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gildengirl · 4 months
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"Because if Matt is finally honest with himself, he knows he was never truly in this to save lives, plural. He was only ever in this for one life—for Joe’s life... in the end, all of this is for his friend, his partner, his brother...
Friends are a noble cause. Joe is a noble cause. Matt doesn’t know what he’s supposed to fight for, if not for the people he loves." - Sarah Coury, Full Circle: 1984
Playlist inspired by Full Circle by @averagejoesolomon
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grotesquehorse · 2 years
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i don’t think you guys realize how desperately i need more books in the heist society series. ally carter where is book four... i need it
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6gumi · 6 days
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i won’t break ya ! (full fic ver soon !)
cw. mentions of breeding | bear!gallagher x bunny f!reader :3 | thinkin’ hard about . . . bear!gallagher right now . . >< small lil brainrot / thirst ! ! if he was ever a hybrid of some sorts . . he’d be a bear 100%
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thinkin’ about bear!gallagher who manhandles you by accident sometimes . . especially during intimate moments. he’s just so so desperate for you, who can blame him ? !
thinkin’ about bear!gallagher who’s cock is . . . big to say the least. he has to take simple precautions whenever he fucks you, scared he might break you. gallagher let out a satisfied growl as he felt your tight warmth enveloping his shaft. you were so small . . he could crush you. eat you up maybe. "so cute . . so so damn tight . . i’m scared i might break ya."
thinkin’ about bear!gallgaher who’s fond of your size differences, more than he ever expected, really. gallagher is gentle yet rough with you, wanting nothing but pleasure for his precious bunny girlfriend but . . . he also wants to claim you. show you just how good he is with his girthy cock ! "damn, you're good, bunny . . . you’re making me cum. so small, so perfect . . so damn cute.”
gallagher shifts, pulling you close enough that your back pressed against his chest, one large arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in tighter. thrusting upwards into you, his thumb teased your sensitive bud as he licked his lips. “you’re so small baby . . i could pound you ‘til you scream my fuckin’ name."
“y—you’re gonna break me, gallagher . .” small crystal-like tears shimmered from your pretty eyes, his seed spilling out of your pussy as he came inside for the fourth time this hour. “break ‘ya? nah, i won’t break ‘ya, bunny. only bullshit i’m breakin’ today is this damn bed.”
thinkin’ about bear!gallagher who pulls on your little rabbit ears every-time during intimacy. “slow,” he growls. "savour it, sweet bunny.” he breathes, his eyes flickering down at your ears as he tugged on ‘em tighter ! his muscles were tense as he continued his relentless thrusting. then, tug. he tugged you back at his chest, forcing you to arch your back !
gallagher’s eyes glint with hunger, devouring you with his gaze. "that’s my girl. time to see if you're as tough as you say you are, bunny." his cock drilled within you, his tongue invading your mouth . . . eager to make this pleasurable for you. “stretch those holes, baby. take my dick like the good girl you are . . such a pretty thing. this pussy of yours . . it belongs to me, right?”
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chaos-is-beautifvl · 1 year
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𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: if there is one notable trait of lip gallagher other than his over-the-top cockiness and brains, it’s his disdain for all things lovey-dovey. but what happens when someone comes around who turns his world upside down?
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1964
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i quickly finished this wip so i could meet my goal of posting at least one fic per month. next month will definitely have more writing but i hope you all enjoy this very late valentine’s day fic
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Lip has never been one for theatrics or romance or anything of the like, and he prides himself on that. He thinks of himself as a simple guy who doesn’t need much charm to get laid.
So why is he standing in line on a cold, bitter morning to buy flowers?
When he met you, Lip had sworn off getting attached or dealing with girls who would be attached. He had dealt with so much drama and crazy exes over the years, and honestly, he was over it.
But, somehow, you had wormed your way into his life, or rather, him into yours. Something about the chase - you not wanting him and him wanting you - made the idea of being with you even more intriguing. Now, he knew no meant no, but after a month or two or three of him pursuing you, you finally obliged.
Unbeknownst to the brunet, your want for him didn’t suddenly start after he chased you. From the beginning, you’d found an interest in him, but unlike the previous girls he’d dabbled with, you weren’t looking for a wham-bam-thank you ma’am situation. 
You weren’t a sap. You loved your rom-coms, but you weren’t looking for Prince Charming to swoop down and rescue you. You certainly could save yourself. So, what were you looking for? You wanted someone who didn’t care about holding your hand but wanted to. You were looking for someone who wanted you for you and not what was in your pants. And that’s why Lip was not the person you had in sight.
You had too many people in your life who wanted you for the wrong things, and though you were strong enough to kick them to the curb, it hurt a little. You watched rom-coms, so of course, you’re a bit sensitive. And you’d be lying if you said those movies didn’t affect what you wanted in a partner.
So when Lip came around, all smirks and cockiness exuded, the only thought that crossed your mind was: “Hot.” Lip might have been hot, but he wasn’t so hot that he clouded your judgment. You’d quickly deduced that your interests were not aligned and didn’t even spare him a second glance.
Okay, that’s a lie. You thought the guy was hot, so saying you only looked once is incorrect. But there’s a difference between looking and fucking, and you certainly were not fucking him.
But sure enough, after getting to know him, you felt your walls crumbling down. Gone were the days when you would ask your coworkers to inform you if he came into the shop so you wouldn’t be unprepared. You liked the unannounced visits. 
You took the whole self-love thing pretty seriously, so before you let someone into your life, who could easily hurt you without hesitation, you wanted them to deserve you. Seeing his dedication made your heart skip a beat faster than you would like. And every time he showed up, you found a smile creeping on your face.
At one point, your manager even asked if you two were dating with how often Lip came around. He was a regular at your job and a constant in your mind.
He always came down to the little shop you worked at, chatting you up until the customers came in. Even then, he’d be staring at you, pulling faces and winking until you would roll your eyes and turn your head to hide your grin.
But despite the numerous butterflies he unleashed upon you, you were still hesitant, and rightfully so. Though Lip had proved himself to be caring, both of you knew that this whole dating and being romantic thing wasn’t him.
So, that’s why, when Ian was thinking about what he should get Mickey for Valentine’s Day, Lip knew what he needed to do. 
The idea was so foreign to him that he felt like a dumbass, but with the number of rom-coms you forced him to watch and how you fawned over the courtship, Lip pushed the discomfort away. After all, you were the only “normal” girl he’d ever been interested in that was interested in him too.
With how fast the news spread in his family, it didn’t take long before everyone asked about you - where you were from, what you were like, why you wanted to be with him, of all people. The last one had lowkey offended him, but he couldn’t disagree. 
You were special. You were the kind of person someone like him rarely came across, and he wasn’t letting you go that easily. Not if he could help, so brave the cold he did.
Lip was blowing hot air on his hands to warm them from the crisp winter air. He debated walking away and picking you some dry flowers from the ground but decided against it when he reminded himself that you deserved better than that.
Just when he thought his joints would lock in place, the line dissipated, the last person escaping the cold with their flowers in hand. Finally, it was his turn, but as he approached the stand, he was immediately overwhelmed by all the different shapes and colors.
His eyes scanned over the entire display as he fidgeted. Lip thought it would be easy to find you a bouquet of flowers, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He racked his brain for any memory of you mentioning flowers you liked, but he came up empty.
“Can’t decide?” The seller asked, a hint of a smile on their face.
Lip laughed shortly, “Yeah, something like that. There are so many fucking flowers.”
“I like to have a variety. You’d be surprised how many people ask for the oddest flowers.” The seller watched Lip’s eyes flit from section to section before offering a reprieve. “What do you have in mind?”
Lip shoved his hands in his pockets, brows pinching together. “Uh, shit, I don’t know. Something purple, maybe?”
“Purple?” They clarified, nodding. “I can work with purple.”
As they readied their supplies, they nodded over to Lip. “Is this your first time? Buying things like this?”
The brunet suddenly felt exposed. “That obvious, huh?” He asked though he was sure his constant shuffling and wide-eyed expression answered his question.
“I’ve been doing this for a while, picked up some people-reading skills. For one, you look like you might throw up.” The scents were making his nose twitch. “And two, you’re nervous as hell. That usually means one of two things: you’re just awkward, which I totally get, or you don’t want to fuck up. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s the latter, right?”
Lip smirked, “Yeah, you got me. I don’t do this whole,” he removed his hands from his pockets to gesture to the wide display of flowers “romantic thing if you couldn’t tell.”
The seller smiled as they delicately placed the flowers together. “Oh, no, I definitely couldn’t tell. So I'll take it that this person is pretty special, huh?”
The brunet nodded, his smirk morphing into a genuine smile, “Yeah. Pretty special, yeah.”
“What’s so special about them?”
He had no idea where to start. There was so much Lip loved about you. “So, this girl, right? She’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and honestly, I don’t know what she sees in me because I can be a piece of shit sometimes. I’ve never really felt obligated to do this for all the other girls I've been with before, but the thing is, with her, I don’t even feel obligated. Like, she’s not forcing me or some shit. I just want to, you know. She knows I’m not into all this sappy bullshit, and I doubt this is the last place she’d expect me to be, but I don’t know, it just feels right.”
Lip had been rambling about you for so long that he hadn’t even noticed that the seller had finished the bouquet and was listening to his words with a smile. “Ah, love is a beautiful thing.”
His eyes widened more than they had when he approached the stand, and the look of shock on the brunet’s face sent the seller into boisterous laughter. Lip’s words came out frantic. “I mean- love is a strong word- I don’t know. Maybe?” 
“Hey, don’t sweat it, kid.” The seller handed over the bouquet. “But you talk about someone like that, don’t let them go, ‘kay?”
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All the way to your apartment, Lip thought over the seller’s words. He didn’t love you. Really, really like you? Sure. Love? No. Absolutely not. He just enjoyed your company, and you made him smile even on his bad days, and you didn’t give him shit whenever something came up with his family and-
Shit. He might actually love you.
He didn’t have long to ponder when the door to your apartment opened. Your roommate was on her way out when she bumped into Lip. 
“Oh, hey,” she said. Lip nodded in acknowledgment, adjusting the gift in his hand, which caught her attention. “You got her something for Valentine’s Day?”
Lip looked down at the bouquet, “Uh, yeah. Is she here?”
“Yeah, you know her, never leaves the apartment. But it's sweet of you. She’s a major sap, so she'll love it.” Lip was glad to know your best friend approved. He never sought other people’s opinions, but he knew you valued hers.
“I’ve got a date to get to, but I swear to whatever you believe in that if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” 
Now, Lip wasn’t easily deterred, but the smile on your roommate’s face as she threatened him had him slightly concerned. You saved him when you emerged from behind the door with a knowing smile. “Leave him alone. You’re going to be late.”
Your roommate checked her phone. “Okay, okay. I’m going.” She innocuously smiled at you before giving a silent warning sign to Lip, and it was then that he knew he needed to walk around eggshells when it came to her.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Lip produced the flowers with a smirk to hide his nervousness. Though he had been hesitant about getting you the flowers, watching your face light up made waiting in the cold and getting threatened by your roommate so worth it. 
You gushed appreciation, the smile on your face growing wide as you placed your flowers in a vase after inviting him inside. Lip watched you with a smile of his own as you added water and set it on the window sill.
You approached him with a simpering grin. “You must really like me, huh?”
He thought back on what both the seller and your roommate said. He wouldn’t just do this for anyone. But for you, he’d stand out in the rain if he had to.
He squinted his eyes, bringing you closer to him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe I need a little convincing.”
You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You pulled away, leaving him chasing after you. “Only a little, right?”
“Maybe a little more.”
You kissed him again, this time more heated than the last. His hands circled your waist as he deepened the kiss. Your fingers found purchase in his hair, weaving through the messy tufts.
You were about to show him how convincing you could be when your phone chimed loudly, disrupting the moment. Much to his reluctance, and yours, you separated from him to check the message.
“use protection, kids,” was the text from your roommate. You showed it to Lip, who only donned a smirk as he reached for you again.
“Looks like we should take her advice, dontcha think, babe?”
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Omfg, tomorrow is update day of operation: blackthorne, right? GEEEEEZ I can't wait 😭
Yes! Whew, I know, I know it's getting late, but I wasn't gonna miss the Friday update.
I'm so excited hearing all of your feedback for this fic, seriously, I'm like so soft and fragile about it right now. I had a scene I thought of at the last minute that I had to go back and add before I meet up with some friends tonight so I hope you guys like it! And as always please feel free to talk to me on here or on ao3 about how you feel :)
We've got some Joe/Rachel, Rachel and Zach, and Zach, Grant, and Jonas this week but if you've sent me an ask about any of them trust me you'll be getting even more in response soon!
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