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chenlucys · 3 months
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Donald Glover and Maya Erskine in Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2024-)
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cerealbishh · 3 months
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"You really care about me."
"Yeah. I really, really care about you."
"I- I really care about you too."
"No, but... I like, really, really care about you."
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idealuk · 3 months
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Spoilers for "Mr. And Mrs. Smith" ahead.
Because I want opinions.
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uunmitigatedpoppycock · 11 months
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IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR WHERE GAY PEOPLE GET TO BE REAL FOR A MONTH!!!!!!
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johnwickb1tsch · 3 months
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 7 all chapters
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I knew the pleasure of vexing and soothing him by turns; it was one I chiefly delighted in.
–Jane on Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
-It's no real mystery, why you dig out your beloved old copy of Jane Eyre. From the early 1900s, it had seen better days when you’d scored it in the local used book store, many years ago. You’d been a teenager then—and those days were long behind you. It seems you never outgrew your liking of a dark and broody anti-hero.
It’s safer to read about it though, than pursue the real thing.
Lately every time Mr. Wick comes into the shop you feel slightly agitated, as though you don’t quite fit into your own skin. You remember the sensation of his fingertips on yours, like a burn.
Mr. Wick sees you reading your tattered novel on your break, but doesn’t comment. You’ve seen him with old classics in hand and reckon he must be something of an aficionado.  
You put it away in your shoulder bag in the back after the break.
The next day, it’s gone.
You know you left it in your bag. Where the fuck could it have gone? Why would someone fucking steal it?
A couple of weeks later, it reappears on the counter by the register you favor.
You hardly recognize it at first, for it has received an encompassing makeover. It has new leather covers with gorgeous embossed gold lettering, and marbled end papers, and the tattered thread of the binding repaired. There are gilded arabesques on the spine and delicately drawn climbing flowers on the cover. You wouldn’t have even thought it the same book, if not for the intricately printed title page unique to your edition, with an old pencil mark in the corner you recognize.
Such a restoration would have cost a fortune.
You knew, because you’d looked into it.  
Further compounding the mystery, there is a beautiful jacquard embroidered ribbon bookmark inside. It’s on the page where Rochester has sat Jane down in the arbor, and is telling her that she has rejuvenated him from his unhappy existence without actually admitting anything, asking in the most roundabout way possible if it would be so very bad to take a second wife who would make him a new man, while his first is still living, the big idiot.
“Is the wandering and sinful, but now re-seeking and repentant, man justified in daring the world’s opinion, in order to attach to him for ever this gentle, gracious, genial stranger, thereby securing his own peace of mind and regeneration of life?”
Jane tells him, of course, that a man shouldn’t base his redemption on another person, but within himself. You are not sure you would have had the strength to speak so frankly to a man you secretly loved.
Well, maybe you would.
You are utterly mystified by the whole thing, to say the least.
But later, you are browsing the local book store, and the owner is reading Anna Karenina in what looks like freshly bound leather. The style looks familiar.
“Did you have that restored?” you ask, feeling like Nancy Drew hot on the trail of a fresh lead.
“Yeah, that new guy in town, John Wick did it for me. He says he’s just a hobbyist, but he does amazing work. Usually you have to send off to Florence for quality like this, seriously. It’s a dying art.”
Darren lets you look at the book, and you are impressed by the craftsmanship.
The spine decoration matches yours. There is a plate in the back that proclaims: Bound by John Wick.
The sneak.
You are touched to the tips of your toes, your heart filled with butterflies. Was the bookmark purposely left on that page, or just a random placement?
You hardly dare hope, and tell yourself it’s an invention of your own fancy. The gift of the book is magnificent enough. No need to further muddle things with secret communications that aren’t really there.
The next day you approach Mr. Wick’s table with hands on your hips, affecting annoyance. “You stole my book.”
He actually has the grace to look sheepish about it, casting those lovely dark eyes downwards.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. I really love it.” It’s the understatement of the century.
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He looks up through his hair, the surprised sparkle in his eyes taking your breath away. Suddenly, he looks ten years younger.  
“Yeah?”
The corners of your mouth twitch. This man speaks like he’s paying five cents per word, you swear. “Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me you bind books?”
He just shrugs, and you cannot help but laugh.
“I’ve never owned anything so fine. Thank you, truly.”
 He nods again, and you sense that you’re maybe making him uncomfortable with your gratitude. You suspect it’s not why he did it at all.
“Will you show me sometime? How you do it?”
There is a flash of something dark in his eyes before he turns his attention back down to his own book. It feels like dismissal, but you have no idea what he’s hiding underneath it all.
Still waters run deep.
“Anytime you want,” he offers as you turn to go.  
You smile at him over your shoulder as you go back to your station, a secret lightness fluttering in your heart. On your break you flip through your refurbished book once more, taking even more pleasure in it knowing that John poured over every detail of it. You don’t know much about bookbinding or leather work, but you suspect he freehanded the little flowers on the front, and that moves you to your toes.
You flip to one of your favorite scenes because you find it so funny, when Jane puts out the fire that nearly burned Rochester up in his sleep, because undoubtedly he’d drank too much earlier to easily rouse, the lovesick scoundrel. Afterwards he doesn’t want her to leave but can’t outright keep her in his room without behaving an absolute blackguard.
“Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.”
You cannot help but glance up at your tall dark bookworm in the corner, an aching warmth spreading in your heart for the sight of his furrowed brow, his concentration (you think) focused on the tome in his hands.
You know you are a ridiculous thing.
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krmayertalks · 1 year
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I found my cache of Homestuck art from ye old Homestuck Days, and wanted to share the best-of. This work originates circa 2011.
Please enjoy. :::;)
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i love bitches who’d rather literally die than talk about their feelings
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starmksz · 1 year
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sneak peak 4 charms I'm selling teehee
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abandonedafterimage · 1 month
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I can feel my Homestuck interest coming back soooo
You guys should send me Strider requests, or just homestuck requests in general. the striders are my fave tho (yes, also Bro)
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Its been a while so some of my homestuck knowledge has left my brain, so what some things are called have probably left my brain. but thats not gonna stop me.
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romancemedia · 4 months
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velvet4510 · 2 months
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hum-tittle · 6 months
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We already know Mordin loves show tunes, so metal is the other genre I think he'd like 💕
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cerealbishh · 3 months
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"Do you wanna kiss me?(...)"
"Yeah, I- I'll kiss you."
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takinginspiration1 · 4 months
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Lol! This is the first time I am experiencing this.
Ok! So, I was looking for Patrick Jane X OC and I came across a story on Tumblr, which directed me to AO3.
I was happy to find the story and excited to read it. I read the one-shot and commented on the story.
In the story, Patrick confesses to OC and she just doesn't respond and goes back to sleep (it is implied that they will talk about it later). So, I commented "Wait! Did she just ignore his confession?" and the author responded "Are you worried about Patrick's feelings?" and I was like "Yes! definitely, if it were me I would have been offended." In response to this Author says "I see Patrick as a patient and perceptive character..." AND PROCEEDS TO BLOCK ME.
The author blocked me on their multiple work and removed my comments on their Tumblr post.
I am still processing what exactly happened. Did I trigger them? What was the triggering point? My opinion?
Lol, I didn't even criticize their story.
Why do you guys think happened?
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patrickjanebrain · 8 months
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This scene from 5x01 is fascinating; there's so much unsaid but still fully communicated - both between them and to the audience.
Lorelei Martins presents a conundrum for the audience. She is presented as a femme fatale. She is literally presented to Jane by Red John, and as a present, she's something of a Trojan Horse. She's looks like Lisbon, but she is like Jane.
At this point in the show, Jane values two things, nearly equally: his quest for revenge against Red John and his relationship with Lisbon. The quest has been his #1 priority for a decade or more, but in working with Lisbon and the team, Jane has become marginally tamed. He sees what it's like to be cared for, and he's found that strong person - a better person - who will be there for him through thick and thin, someone who he can truly trust in every way.
Lorelei is a threat to both of those things, and I think he senses it, but does not want to admit it. He does not.
He knew she was Red John's weapon. He wanted to be approached. He thought he could easily dismiss that she resembles the woman he loves. While he and Lisbon are not a couple and have never been physical, Jane does love Lisbon, and he needs her in his life. He accepts her on her terms, whatever those terms may be.
Lorelei is a direct threat to Lisbon - she demands her head to give to Red John. But she's also a threat to the trust that he's developed with Lisbon because he knows that Lisbon will not like that he's become intimate - in any way - with Lorelei. He's also unwilling to talk about that intimacy because he's in denial. And not about Lorelei and her importance or his attraction, whatever those may be. He's in denial that he's the one in control in this situation.
He WANTS to be in control. He needs to be the one doing the playing, not the one being played.
See how defensive he gets when Lisbon tells him Lorelei is playing him? He mocks her suggestion that he tell her what Lorelei's game is. Like that's so far fetched. It's his literal job to tell her what the criminal's game is, and he does it all of the time.
But if Lorelei is playing him, Jane is not the one in control. And worse, it might not just be Lorelei who's is pulling his strings.
Lorelei is like Jane. She's been traumatized by Red John, and she lost her most important person. She's also a sly, cunning criminal. Being cruelly victimized by a psychopathic killer can lead to multiple outcomes. Jane became a better person, partly because of Lisbon and the CBI team. Lorelei became further enthralled to Red John.
Jane is an exceedingly lonely man. He wants to get close to people, but he is excruciatingly aware that anyone he gets close to become a potential target. In gifting him Lorelei, Red John is giving him a peace offering: Here's someone you can love. I'll let you have this person, someone who will understand exactly what you're going through. You don't have be alone. We don't have to be enemies. And you don't have to be a better person, you can be yourself. We like you for who you are.
In this short scene, we see Jane wrestle with that comprehension and his loyalties, to Lisbon and his mission.
Ultimately, he rejects Red John's peace offering and tries to turn Lorelei, at which point she betrays his trust, goes after Red John herself, and puts her lust for revenge over and above Jane's offer of friendship and a successful outcome. He loses his hard earned lead, six months of his life, and a person he wanted to try to save (a version of himself). He loses everything but Lisbon's friendship.
What Red John didn't understand is that Jane doesn't want or need someone like himself. He needs a person of compassion, concern, objectivity, self-sacrifice, and iron-clad loyalty.
Lorelei Martins - There but for the grace of Lisbon, goes Jane. And that's not who he wants (or needs) to be. He knows how that story ends: in an alley, alone, covered in blood. And without Lisbon and her stubborn loyalty and patience, he probably would have come to the same end.
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kimchijjigaeda · 6 months
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Frasier, series 2 episode 8: Adventures in Paradise (part 1)
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