#happy sunday!

[ofmd-ann]

Bonus:

Taika Waititi And Michael Fassbender Rate New Zealand and Irish Food - Snack Wars 🍺

@agaywithcoffee Here's your snack 😋

#happy sunday! #i agree he is a snack #giggly taika is my fave #that jawline is heavenly i agree #taika waititi #ofmdann tw edits #ofmdann edits #snack wars

[potoh]

*bab bab bab bab*

#tuffy #gif #wizard cat #tuffy art #happy sunday!

[scottinaussie]

Fr. Mike Schmitz Thanksgiving 2022

#Father Mike Schmitz #Mike Schmitz #Fr Mike Schmitz #catholic priest #roman catholic #usersam #usermack #happy thanksgiving #kinda belated i know but #never say never to father #wonder how this fr mike fever will last #happy sunday! #God bless

[imagine-all-the-people]

This made me laugh out 🤣 🤷🏼‍♀️

#funny #laughter is my love language #happy Sunday!

[saints-who-never-existed]

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

- John Masefield

#Happy Sunday! #I'm in a good mood! #So here's another of my favourite poems about the sea! #Poetry #Not Terror #But still relevant #I really do love the sea - what can I say?

[thekristen999]

Collecting All my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card Entries :) I’m trying for a complete black out. Even if it will take a whole year...lol

 Here are the entries thus far for a whumpy Sunday reading. I used the card for inspiration mainly. Some are pretty plot heavy others are just a nice nugget.

Whatever It Takes To Find You  5k   Eddie Begins AU.  Buck is a Pararescue (PJ) specialist sent to rescue the downed chopper.  (Going Into Shock)

The Shape Of Water 9k T.  How water has influenced Buck’s life. Backstory. (Concussion, Bloodstained Clothes)

We're In This Together Now  5k Meth lab fic. (Caught In an Explosion, Barely Conscious, Stumbling and Staggering)

Tick...Tick...Boom    4k. Call gone wrong. (Stabbing)

bro·ken   32K  Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.  (Cry Into Chest, Who Did This To You?)

#buddie #bad things happen bingo #whump #hurt/comfort #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on fox #kristen999writes #happy sunday!

[koijikido]

Happy Sunday!💙

Sun is shining and the temperatures are a bit warm outside. Eyy! 🔆Have a wonderful day, maybe enjoy some time for yourselves? Maybe time with friends? Just doing nothing or being productive? It's all good!💕

Enjoy your day, all you great + beautiful people 😘💙

#spreading positivity #eheheh #sunny day #sunny me #sunny mood #:P #happy sunday! #💙+

[doubleyourtreasure]

#Happy SUNday! #happy trail

[gallawitchxx]

i lovingly blame @ianandmickeygallavich for the s3-4 feels that led to this last minute drabble for the @galladrabbles prompt back in time.

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It comes in fits and starts. Flashes. Pieces of mind, matter and memory, overlapping like grains of sand in the tipped over hourglass of time.

Words, an endless stream of fucking words, pleading to him.

Screaming at him. 

Would you at least look at me?

I can’t stop thinking about it. What happened.

You love me. And you’re gay.

Don’t do this.

It’s all so crystal clear. So loud. That little lisp. Breath and sound, spitting from lips he’d tried for so long not to know the feel of.

Mickey stubs out his smoke and heads into The Fairy Tail.

#gallavich scenes on youtube is really out here doing the lord's work ya know? #i didn't NEED to watch angst this morning #but i also needed to watch angst this morning #HAPPY SUNDAY! #shameless #galladrabbles #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[belost-the-watcher]

Just a reminder of the massive glow up Belost had from his pre-military days to his Tracker ones XD

#happy sunday! #I still love the comparison

[cinamun]

What? Nothing in the drafts? Oh shit! lol I always look forward to this part. Anyway, the production crew (me and my cats) are rearranging things, changing costumes and setting up sets in preparation for the next updates. Stay tuned friends!!

In the meantime, I'm waiting for this new hair to drop today so I can play dress up for a little bit.

UPDATE: The hair dropped...

#happy sunday! #also? #ignore me

[scottinaussie]

Daddy Fr. Mike Schmitz

December 2020

#Father Mike Schmitz #Mike Schmitz #Fr Mike Schmitz #catholic priest #roman catholic #usersam #usermack #userdylan #happy sunday! #to all my gays and sinners #hierophilia #dilf posting #his tongue is so dthicque as heaven #also so cute when he scratch his head

[gardenerian]

rules: tag people who you want to get to know better. ty to @lalazeewrites @mmmichyyy @thisdivorce @squidyyy23 and @sleepyfacetoughguy ily!!!!

relationship status: engaged? kinda? we are planning the wedding...... we bought the ring.... he just hasn't GIVEN IT TO ME YET??? hand it over????? aslkfdh

favourite color: blues and greens 🌱

three favourite foods: currently digging pasta of all kinds, smoothies, peanut butter mmmmmm

top 3 tv shows: downton abbey, derry girls, schitt's creek (and shameless??? also i just finished grace and frankie - add it to the list)

top 3 characters: ian gallagher, sebastian flyte, mary crawley

what i’m currently reading: orwell's roses by rebecca solnit

song stuck in my head: selfish soul - sudan archives IT SLAPS

last movie watched: bend it like beckham!!!

last thing i googled: a nail salon near my office bc i want to take myself for a birthday manicure during my lunch tomorrow

last song i listened to: see song stuck in my head asdkjfh

dream trip: can i say ireland again? bc it's ireland again. otherwise i would love to do PEI with buddies

time: 3:55 pm

anything i really want right now: honestly? to skip through februrary. plop me down in may or something. i think that would be nice 🌸

tagging @celestialmickey @iansfreckles @greggster @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @metalheadmickey @whatwouldmickeydo @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @sunoficarus @sickness-health-all-that-shit @whatthebodygraspsnotsnot @ian-galagher @tidalrace @7x10mickey @energievie and you! yes you!

#happy sunday! #ily! #tagged

[lydias--stiles]

#47 for the kiss prompts :)

47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

(all human, long distance au)

Luke's bravado would be the death of him. That his relationship was stronger than anything in the world, that thousand miles apart didn't change their dynamic, that their love was the exception, all stemmed from his unfailing confidence.

And it was true: he loved Julie to the moon and beyond and couldn't imagine a life without her, couldn't fathom a future that didn't include her. But fuck, it was hard. It was really, really hard.

Julie currently studied on the East Coast, at Berklee College of Music in Boston. Luke, meanwhile, stayed in L.A. to foster the band. Three thousand miles. Their busy schedules forced them to FaceTime at odd hours and texts often didn't go further than good morning and good night. Every day, he missed her and it ached his chest when he thought about her too long.

Despite all that, Luke was proud of her. Berklee had been her dream and she was living it out, fully and without guilt. She was training among the greatest singers in the country, finetuning her voice in pop, rock and jazz. Once in a while, she sent the boys a clip of her singing and playing piano, and it was out of this world. She had the voice of a freaking angel.

Maybe the hardest part of being together while apart, was watching her grow separately from him. Silly things, like getting a haircut or a new dress. Figuring out she liked a certain drink or dish. Exploring a different part of the city. Making a friend.

(And he knew what people at Berklee thought about their relationship. Julie told him. They thought it was crazy to stay with a high school sweetheart, or that he had to be cheating, or that she was missing out, that they were holding each other back. It almost led to a break-up a couple months back when insecurities rose and bubbled over the surface. Luke and Julie had to make an effort every single day to tune the noise out; to only focus on each other.)

The only time they saw each other was during breaks. Like now. It was the start of summer break and the couple would have a full two months together before she started her Senior Year at Berklee.

Luke paced along the arrival hall, periodically checking the time on his phone. Julie had landed about now. A small bouquet of wildflowers and dahlias laid ready in the backseat of his car, alongside a bunch of other gifts he bought for her in the last few months. Little trinkets that made him think of her.

Adrenaline surged in his body. He couldn't contain it, rocking back and forth on his heels and craning his neck as though she'd suddenly appear in the crowd.

It was silly, because they were twenty-one and twenty-two and barely adults, but Luke has lately been thinking about marrying her. Long distance did make the heart grow fonder. He loved her. And he's loved her since they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Something insane had to happen for their devotion to defer.

The doors of the arrival halls slid open and a stream of people poured out. Luke's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit. It was happening. He had no clue if these were the people from her flight, but they looked like Bostonians to him. The myriad of Red Sox hats were a clue.

(Julie had one, too. Betrayal to The Dodgers!)

Moments passed. No sight of Julie. More people popping out the doors and rushing to loved ones to hug them, or waving at taxi drivers with their names written on a card. Nerves rose up his spine. Had she missed her flight? Did he get the time wrong? Was she arriving tomorrow?

Just as disappointment sunk, a head of long, dark curls appeared around the corner. Brown skin, sunshiny eyes, a damned Red Sox hat, purple jogger set and chunky sneakers. Julie Molina through and through. His love.

"Jules!" he yelled.

Her scanning eyes found him and a brilliant smile exploded on her features. A sense of home wrapped around him before she even touched him, and it once again affirmed that no distance could ruin them.

Julie sprinted towards him and Luke spread his arms, a laugh bubbling out. The closer she got, the quicker tears began to well in his eyes. Nothing beat seeing a person in real life. Pixels didn't match up to the real thing.

Jumping into his arms, Julie knocked the breath out of him. A gust of air left him in surprise at the impact, but circled his arms around her in a snap. With her face burrowed in his neck, he heard her inhale and press a kiss on his neck.

Luke chuckled, watery, and kissed whatever skin his lips found. Home. She was home.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, pulling back to face him. Her hand caressed his cheek and kissed him on the mouth.

Luke sighed and tilted his face to deepen the kiss. Fuck, he missed this. Her legs slid down and set her feet on the floor. Their kiss didn't interrupt though, their fingers clinging, keeping each other close.

A blissful smile bloomed on his cheeks when they parted. "How was your flight?"

"Good. I was thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you, too."

Julie noted the moisture in his eyes and frowned, reaching up to wipe at the gentle skin. "You'd think we'd stop missing each other so much."

He grabbed her hand. "We won't miss each other for the entire summer."

"That's true," she replied, happy, and allowed him to lead her out of the airport, her luggage and bag in the other hand. "And after my senior year, we'll never have to miss each other again."

He raised a brow, trying not to appear like marriage bells were ringing in his head. "Never?"

Julie nodded and squeezed his hand. "Never."

send me a kiss prompt for juke

#the annoying part of me wanted to make this a twilight au so i could recreate the hug from the second movie but i kept a grip on myself #juke #julie and the phantoms #happy sunday! #jatp fics

[coldercreation]

Liam 1/2 up now xx

#I know I've been a hater for this section of the story #but it did delay the whole thing for like ... months? a year? #it's just a weird one lmao or at least it was to write #but I do hope you like it #it has lots of stuff about Liam and Kit and Lit #and that all is some of my very favourite stuff ever #so I really hope it doesn't drag so much that it takes the fun out of it all :D #Anyway! #Happy Sunday! #I hope you like it! xx

[katanaski]

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#quick art dump #happy sunday! #anart