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wizardlyghost · 5 months
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so funny to me that moriarty paints an enormous and exquisite oil portrait of joan from memory, has joan's other nemesis murdered for daring to intrude on her territory, and joan has the audacity to tell sherlock "the difference between you and me is she's not in love with me". girl, there is no heterosexual explanation for what is happening here.
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nerdy-hyperfixations · 7 months
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Me after watching Betty and Simon’s love story: Aww they’re so cute together! I love them so much omg
Goes on tumblr: “Simon is selfish for not going on the bus with her! And their relationship is toxic.”
Me: I’m uh… going to. Pretend I didn’t see this .
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titanic (1997) + letterboxd reviews pt 3
pt 1.
pt 2.
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incomingalbatross · 11 months
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I have a groundbreaking concept.
A wedding episode/story where nothing unusual goes wrong (or even NEARLY goes wrong) and the audience and characters both just get to enjoy this big event without it going off the rails at any point.
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thetarttfuldickhead · 6 months
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Uh, so, I saw this kickass piece of fanart by @thwipped and whoops, innit:
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If caught and asked about it, Jamie couldn’t have explained why he did it.
Actually, no. Scratch that.
He could have explained, probably. He just wouldn’t have cared to.
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The way it goes is this:
He’s been with Richmond for a couple of months and haven’t those been the longest fucking months of his life, because yeah, ‘course it’s fun being the best fucking player on the team, ‘course it’s fun hearing the fans chant his name, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, and getting a bit of rest from his dad ain’t bad either, but Richmond is a shit club with a shit manager and the only fucking bright spot—
Well. That’s turned out to be shit too, hasn’t it.
At least Jamie’s killing it, at matches, at training, every fucking time he steps onto the pitch. No one can fucking touch him, dominating yeah, and today’s been a good day for it too, what with the photographer on the sidelines snapping picture after picture for some promo or other. Jamie didn’t pay too much attention to the details, just made sure they got him from his best angle (every angle’s his best angle), and that’s that, until a couple of days later when he walks past Hopkins’ (or Huggles’?) empty office and sees the photos spread out all across the desk.
And well. ‘Course he steps inside to have a look. Bound to be a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, right, and who doesn’t want to see that, and maybe he can grab one for Keeley, bet she’d love it.
There is a bunch of him looking fit as fuck, no surprise there. Difficult to choose the best one really, they’re all fucking brilliant  (‘cause he’s fucking brilliant), and he’s deliberating between an action shot of him about to score one of the prettiest goals this sad fuck of a club ever saw and a shot of him afterwards, chin raised against he blue autumn sky like a hero out of a movie or something. Gorgerous, innit.
And then his eyes fall on a picture of Roy.
A picture of Roy fucking Kent. And. Like. It’s not even anything special, not like Roy’s actually doing anything in it, it's just a stray shot of him caught unawares with his shirt raised to wipe the seat of his forehead and he’s—
He’s. Uh.
Fuck. Jamie stares and he stares and he stares because for all that his old attraction to Roy didn’t survive five fucking minutes of actually being in the same room as the man, that’s just—
The shorts riding low on his hips. The dark hair trailing down and down, and the glistening drops of sweat on his forehead and Jamie can fucking smell him and that’s not sexy, is it, except it really fucking is, and those arms, and something unguarded and vulnerable and the real Roy Kent is a royal cunt but the Roy Kent in the picture—
He’s something else, isn’t he. He’s fucking fit. (Okay, the real Roy Kent is that, too, but it kind of fades in the face of him being an insufferable old twat and all that.)
Jamie grabs the picture. Doesn’t let himself think too much about it. Shoves it in his pocket and walks away, feeling it burn, burn, burn against his side.
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When Jamie was twelve his mum gave him a poster of Roy Kent and Jamie was over the fucking moon. When Jamie was twenty-three he met Roy Kent and Roy Kent glared at him with unmitigated disgust and okay, fuck you too, mate. You’re not even that good anymore, and still you expect everyone to fall at your fucking feet, do your fucking bidding and make like you’re the fucking king, and fuck that, the king is dead, old man; long live the king.
Thing is, looking at the picture now it’s not that hard to forget about the real Roy Kent (nasty bastard) and remember the Roy Kent (fucking legend) that looked down on Jamie from his bedroom wall and whispered encouragements in the back of Jamie’s head and, a little later, featured frequently in fantasies of a different sort.
Picture in one hand, cock in the other, Jamie wanks to Roy for the first time since he came to Richmond (and if it’s not all just the memories of the man he once imagined, if it’s a little bit tinged with dark looks and growls and Roy snarling his name like it’s an insult… Well. That’s nobody’s business, that.)
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He keeps the photos in the bottom drawer in his bedroom and he doesn’t pull it out a lot, ‘cause there’s Keeley and she’s fucking fit and the sex is mindblowing and Jamie doesn’t need to gawk at pictures of sad old has-beens to get his rocks off.  
Sometimes there’s a different sort of itch, though, and he scratches it. No big deal.
(He wonders sometimes, what the real Roy would say if he knew. Plays it out in his mind, all the different ways it might go. Cums as he imagines it.)
He thinks maybe Keeley would like the picture too. Not ‘cause she’d like Roy, she’s got way better taste than that, and she’s fun and she likes a bit of fun and if there’s one thing Roy Kent ain’t, it’s fun, innit. But he’s fit and all, and Keeley’s got eyes.
He imagines it, sometimes, the two of them getting off together over the picture. If Roy – the real Roy – wasn’t such a miserable old prick, he’d suggest it to her maybe. But Roy is such a miserable old prick, and the whole thing is way too complicated to explain, so he doesn’t.
Then Keeley dumps him and the dream was only ever that.
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They send him back to City. Jamie doesn’t understand. One moment he’s sharing a bottle of tequila with Dani Rojas and taking up the Richmond chant and Jamie’s not wrong and for the first time he wonders if maybe there could be something for him here, and the next he’s woken up by his agent and that same evening he’s back in Manchester like he never left, only the stale air in the house he bought with his fifth paycheck tells him he did, and the numb sense of loss as he steps through the door tells him he did.
It’s months before he gets everything from London shipped and sorted. Busy getting up to speed with everything at the club and all. It’s good to be back, really, a proper team, a proper coach, all that. Dad starts getting in touch again, sure, but it is what it is.
So yeah, it’s months before he gets all his stuff unpacked and months before his fingers brush over something familiar and he stands there staring down on the picture or Roy and it’s odd because it seems like only yesterday he first saw it and it seems a lifetime ago.
A rush of lust – Pavlovian, right, Keeley? – but a rush of something else too, rusted barb wire tugging at his guts, sharp and sickening.
He looks at it for a long time and then he puts it away and this time he doesn’t take it out again. That’s over and done with.  
(Only, he doesn’t throw it away either. Just lets it sit in a neglected drawer, ignored but never let go, like all the other things that must never be.)
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(There’ll be a time, some years later, boxes packed and moved and unpacked and an old photo slipping to the floor and
what the fuck is this?
and
what’s that, babe? oh my god, you look hot! fucking hell! jamie, where did you even get this?
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when did you get this? i’m still playing here
and
uh, well, you remember that photo shoot they did for the promo just a couple of months after i joined richmond?
and a raised eyebrow and
yeah?
and a shrug and cheeky grin and
yeah, well, picked it up for darts practise, didn’t I
and Roy snorts but he’s smiling too and
figures you’d be shit at darts
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what are you on about, man, i’m aces at darts… ooh, because there’s no holes in it you mean, yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right, i’m shit at darts, fucking terrible
and they’re both smiling now and Keeley is too and Roy notes how it’s clearly been handled a lot and what were you doing with it really and the glint in his eyes says he knows but Jamie tells him – tells them – anyway, in great, great detail.)
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lizzzardwizard · 7 months
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Fine. I'm about to say it.
svsss is mxtx's best work.
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usertimothee · 23 days
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hi richonne tumblr! ahead of the ones who live finale i just want to say that no matter what happens i have so enjoyed getting to know so many wonderful people on here and even becoming dear friends with some of you.
and if this is truly the last time we will ever see rick and michonne onscreen, i want to thank danai gurira and andrew lincoln for so beautifully portraying and always, always fighting for rick and michonne grimes and their love story. it has been the pleasure of a lifetime watching their beautiful relationship unfold on our tv screens.
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tortoisesshells · 3 days
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34. stars; for maggie and joe.
Maggie Evans hadn’t asked for much in life, and had let much of what she wanted pass her by: little trinkets she couldn’t afford, friends she had no time for, Joe Haskell, who’d never looked her way, until – Until he had. And then, crushingly, he hadn’t. If there were solace in knowing why Maggie was too far gone to feel it – seeing that thing’s teeth in his neck had made her throat own ache, and heart go light, as though she was scarcely tethered to life at all. Joe said he had to answer the door, after the knock came again – if she could only get him away from here, just as she had thought, those horrible weeks in the Old House, that if she could just run far enough away, she could be free of Barnabas – She took hold of his bedside lamp. Mouthing her silent apologies, thinking desperately of the moon and stars over a balmy sea, of some place in the world where no one had ever even heard of Collinsport – Maggie brought it down on Joe’s head with a dull thud.
send me a number and two (or more) characters, and get a five sentence drabble!
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One thing I love about Gerard is that he does seem to be genuinely in love with Elody. He knows Elody is probably in a very dangerous place and while it's established he's a very cowardly character, he still wants to find her and help her. Maybe by sending someone else, but help her all the same. And yeah, it might be because he's still holding onto the idea that she's his "true love" but Gerard obviously doubts if Elody still thinks that. He tells himself Elody still loves him because he needs to convince himself. And it would be easy for him to say "I'm turning back into a frog because Elody wasn't The One" and decide to look for another true love. But he doesn't, because he still loves Elody.
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jennycalendar · 1 year
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little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
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lioriel · 9 months
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Day Thirty-one: Happily Ever After
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wildflowercryptid · 1 year
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so many untapped potential friendships in eah... darling & cerise... farrah & cupid... cedar & lizzie...
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h3xrts4-me · 6 months
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i really like the idea of mike getting a cat and it doesnt matter when but im convinced mike wheeler wants or has had a cat in his life and ive decided that he should have one after the apocalypse is over and he and will move out of hawkins and they got a cat and a dog because theyre both literally opposites attract idk what to tell you
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micdixart · 2 years
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Listen, i just need to know, are you making sangskier doomed bc you enjoy the angst or bc you think it's cringe to ship oc's w canon characters? I really hope it's not the latter bc it's not cringe at all, sang's the best and he deserves the bard TAT
aw no it's not that! i just think it makes sense looking at the characters, at the end of the day i think jaskier loves Geralt and will always return to him. He can fall in love with others along the way but geralt will always be his final choice, and i think Sang would know that and just enjoy the time he does get with him
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spookywriters · 17 days
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Won't name the genre because I don't feel up to dealing with any randos who feel the need to be deliberately obtuse about what I'm saying but:
Sometimes I want to take some people aside and say "Hey, maybe this isn't The Genre for you, that's okay. What isn't okay is you continuing to engage with it and then complaining when it does what its supposed to do, or does something you personally don't care for and calling it bad or Problematic™ for doing so"
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sagesfandomspot · 1 year
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Yeah so this week's episode of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel is probably my favorite of this season so far and tbh I did not except to cry multiple times for multiple reasons in one episode buuut I will probably be watching it again before next week's
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