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thestobingirlie · 7 months
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okay but you mentioned about jonathan taking barb’s last moments and it actually had me thinking about how fucked up it all actually is. and it’s seen as this happy thing because the photos help them figure out the whole mess. but imagine your last moment being you sad because your friend is essentially leaving you behind and wanting to fuck someone and that moment is captured by someone you don’t know is there. that moment is captured by someone who is behind bushes and you didn’t even want to be at this stupid fucking party. barb’s last moments were her being sad and instead of someone helping her it was captured by someone who she doesn’t fucking know and she doesn’t know is there.
honestly the duffers should have let everyone even fucking nancy think for one split second that jonathan did something to barb. i’m actually going to be so upset that the duffers don’t show this that one of them could have had this thought. honestly instead of teaming up with jonathan nancy should have been so fucking suspicious of him
that was getting long and i actually do have a thought about nancy believing jonathan did something. she clearly knows thag jonathan might have seen something but somehow it doesn’t cross her mind that he might have done something to barb. she’s out of her mind with worry about barb and nobody is listening to her. yet somehow she goes to the guy who took photos of that night when no one knew he was there. honestly if barb didnt get taken and the whole UD thing didnt exist realistically jonathan would have killed her.
it just boggles my mind that in nancy’s panic to get to barb and find barb that she doesn’t at least once suspect the guy that took photos of barb and her and steve and tommy and carol when they didn’t know he was there. like how doesn’t her mind at least suspect him?
something i think is so overwhelmingly depressing is that nancy’s idea of barb will always be that last photo. when remembering barb she will always think of the photo taken of barb the her consent in which she’s sat alone, with the monster that seconds from tearing her apart watching her in the background.
nancy will never be able to get that picture out of her head.
anyway, yeah everyone totally would’ve thought jonathan had something to do with barb’s death. tommy already joked about jonathan killing will, and they’re not going to make that same joke about barb? come on now.
and literally you’re so right, the idea nancy wouldn’t just immediately take those photos to the police and say she thinks jonathan did something is ridiculous! i get she sees the demogorgon soon after that, but it literally doesn’t make sense that she didn’t even think for a single second that he did something.
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parallelplayers · 1 month
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For the fic title prompt- "The gods may throw the dice"
it’s giving mamma mia!!!
so i’m thinking lance is on a world tour (tm) and he decides to go to paris where he meets george (bending under his father’s pressure, needs to be perfect, in paris for one weekend. they both end up at the hotel bar watching a race, arguing, spend the whole weekend with each other, and then lance just … leaves and goes to greece and doesn’t tell george where he’s going.
or his phone number.
or his life plan.
lance makes it to greece and honestly? there’s this weird french dude who is holding this hotel together, and he’s being tortured by this other french dude who runs the ferry to and from the island, and he hooks up with the spanish dude on the mainland every so often.
five years later and he actually kinda likes running this hotel, they’re putting a spa in and all of his sister’s friends have decided to come and spend a weekend or five there.
they’re even having a wedding, some f1 driver and his girlfriend, who were friends with danny, and it was whatever.
until blimey, crikey, big dick and knew how to use it, george checked in, lance seeing him from the kitchen, and it was kinda crazy that they’d be in the same place not just once, but twice. like the gods or whatever got involved.
he told their main housekeeper that and she laughed. ‘maybe so, it’s very greek’.
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lance ended up getting avoided for three whole days, until the rehearsal dinner, when scotty had hurt a foot the day before and they sent lance in with chloe.
they end up sleeping together, george spills his fucking guts, and also comments on the many updates that could be done with financial prudency between fucks and yeah ...
george doesn’t leave.
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kwiwrites · 3 months
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the sole purpose of this ask is to look at our matching pfps btw. look at them. just look. i sure as hell am. looking reeeeeal hard. staring them down. did you know they’re matching and im looking at them. @likeprongstostars see what you did. you’re feeding our addiction so now you look too. we are all looking. gaze wide and eyes stapled open type looking. everybody go look rn. it’s bloody james how can u not. r u looking yet. r u.
YEAH GUYS. LOOK AT THEM. VI IS MY HERO IDK. LOOK AT OUT MATCHING PFPS GUYS LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT US!!! LOOK. Are you guys looking. You better be looking.
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fxreflyes · 22 days
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mini name playlist 🫶🏼
(if you’re still doing these)
hi kat!!! i tried to make u a fun one <33 (also I saw y just listened to preachers daughter omfg … INSANE ALBUM ITS SOO GOOD)
K. Kiss - pale waves
A. Apocalypse - cigarettes after sex
T. Temptation - new order
Send me your name and I’ll make u a playlist w the letters :)
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lizardperson · 1 month
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ockiss24 - day 4!
well we had the big "i love you" confession kiss, how about a little flashback to like 8 years earlier - first kiss! as usual when it comes to Mika & Gabriel, unnecessarily horny.
tfw the hot college student your wife is casually fucking suggests a threesome...
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content warning: lewd talks but no actual naughties happening (yet)
"By the way, my brother still thinks this is all just a ploy to get me into a threesome with you and your husband." "Oh, definitely not, don't worry." "I mean, not that I would mind, he IS really hot too…"
So, tonight was the night. They had dinner together, a few drinks, chatted, laughed, and once again Gabriel was surprised about how easy it all was with Mika - he, who usually needed a while to warm up to people, just joking around with her, talking about everything and nothing. A random observer would have thought they all had been friends for years. And now on to the actual purpose of the evening… Part of him still couldn't believe Kat had agreed to this. That Mika seemingly had brought up the idea did not surprise him on the other hand - that girl seemed to be very open when it came to sex, and her shameless flirting told him that she at least wasn't uninterested in him. Still, "threesome with an extremely hot college student" did sound like something out of a midlife crisis fantasy, or porn. When Kat brought it up, his first instinct was to assume this was some kind of trap, but he couldn't think of any reason she could have for that. So, naturally, he agreed, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about the whole endeavor - only mildly succeeding, she just knew him too well. But who could blame him… He had been attracted to Mika from the moment they met. She wasn't even his usual type, but there was just something about her that drew him in. Very pretty smile. Amazing curves. Of course he wanted her. And the prospect of Kat being involved also sounded very enticing. They haven't had sex in what, ten years now? Yeah, that seemed about right. Just because she realized she was lesbian didn't mean he had to stop being attracted to her. So to say he was looking forward to the rest of the evening almost was an understatement.
Somehow he and Mika had ended up alone in the kitchen, and once again he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her body. He usually was bit more subtle when checking out women, but somehow she made it really hard to not constantly openly leer at her like some old pervert. He wondered how many other middle aged guys she had wrapped around her finger.
Leaning on the counter, she gave him that smirk again. "So I heard you want to fuck me, old man." Straight to the point, she really wasn't shy. God, he should bend that little brat right over that counter…
"I do, yes," he chuckled. "Assuming you want that too of course."
"Oh, definitely," she confirmed, licking her lips. "Why don't you start with kissing me then."
Now if that wasn't the textbook example of a great idea. He closed the last few steps between them, now standing right in front of her, looking down. He brought his hand up to her face, very lightly caressing her cheek for a moment. Being so close, he was once again reminded how young she was, and that morality voice in his head popped up again. You could almost be her father, you creep. He wondered if Kat ever had any qualms about her age.
Fuck it.
As soon as their lips touched that voice went quiet. How soft she felt. How hungrily she kissed him back. God, how much he wanted her. He buried his hand in her hair to pull her even deeper into the kiss, and when they finally separated he needed a moment to catch his breath again. She would be the death of him one day, he could tell already.
Smirking, Mika looked up to him. "If you fuck half as good as you kiss, then this is going to be a very interesting night…"
Gabriel laughed, then went for another kiss, pulling her closer and letting his hands wander over her body. He couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.
Kat's voice interrupted them. "Starting without me, I see." She leaned in the door frame, eyebrow raised, amused by the view.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," he chuckled, being sure she understood.
"Why don't we take this upstairs then…"
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toomucharitime · 1 year
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sequinhaze · 9 months
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hi yaz my fic title for you is dirty little secret
(like the american rejects song)
james dating lily, regulus dating barty, both james and regulus cheating on their partners with each other. make it omegaverse too. and a mafia au while we're at it. the smut is so filthy it would make a nun start seizing violently.
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katherinewilliams221b · 11 months
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His Final Word
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Summary: The moon is high, the wind blows and the occasional owl’s hoot breaks the silence of the night. Kate and Charlie are asleep in their cabin in Romania, until uninvited guests make an appearance. And they don’t come empty handed. (1/1)
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Jacob’s sibling (mc)
A/N: You don’t need to read other fics to understand but there are hints for those who have.
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Kate slowly unglued her eyelids open. She was on her back, facing the ceiling of her bedroom, Charlie’s arm rested comfortably around her hips.
She turned her head on the pillow, the redhead was sleeping soundly on his stomach next to her, his soft snores were one of the few sounds that could be heard.
She focused her vision towards the window, left open to let a soft summer breeze cool the room. From her spot on the bed, she could see the toe-nail shaped moon with a watery halo around it.
The night seemed tranquil; she could hear distant cricket sounds coming from the forest nearby, an occasional owl’s hoot as well if she paid enough attention.
Staring at the ceiling, she focused on her breathing, on her senses. What woke her?
It wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up in the middle of the night since the war started; she was always on high alert, the softest of sounds interrupting her rest, even more so since the animagus potion took effect.
She remained there, eyes open, staring into nothingness, only listening. She placed both hands to Charlie’s forearm, drawing circles with her thumbs against his rough skin.
A sudden gust of air created goosebumps on her arm, making her squeeze his in return.
Kate couldn’t see him, but his snores stopped and his forearm pressed a bit more around her hips. Charlie moved beside her, closer, his naked torso acted as a barrier between her and the window, his warmth acting as a balm against her uneasiness.
Still on his stomach, he slid a strong thigh on top of hers and she sighed, closing her eyes momentarily as his lips pressed against her shoulder.
She shifted one hand to continue her caress towards his shoulder, meeting the soft burn scar on his biceps, and then down to his wrist again.
“‘ts wrong?” he whispered against her neck, making her shiver again for entirely different reasons.
“Don’t know.” She matched his tone of voice, afraid to disrupt her concentration and his sleep, which he was clearly fighting against.
After a moment, Charlie’s body became limp again as soon as sleep took him. Not hearing anything out of the ordinary, Kate let her breathing even out and closed her eyes.
And that’s when she heard it.
A distant hoof sound, almost lost among the crickets, the owls and the wind. She would have thought nothing of it before her training, but now she was more capable in the legilimency arts, more attuned to her mind and others’ and more in control of what the voices and shadows inside her mind meant.
She tensed instantly at the sound, and with forearms against the bed, she lifted her torso.
Charlie was up instantly, hair ruffled, panting. He took his arm and leg from her and grabbed her inner elbow gently and questioning.
“Someone’s here.” She murmured.
They were frozen in place, tuning their hearing for any indication of a threat. The candles were out, the cabin was almost dark except of the blue light coming from the moon. She could only discern Charlie’s profile.
“Muggles?” he questioned, and she shook her head. She waited several long seconds, the pressure in her head intensifying, the fog of her mind clearing as the figure or figures got closer.
“Three wizards.”
Almost in exact coordination, the couple reached under their respective pillows and retrieved their wands. Charlie left the bed and closed the window, immediately leaving them in a deafening silence. As he put a shirt over his head, he could get a glimpse of a cat’s tail leave the room. Kate was nowhere to be seen.
She marched in cat form across the small kitchen and living room, towards the front door and jumped on one of the windowsills beside it. Peaking through the curtains, she could see them.
Three hooded figures stood at the entrance of the forest, staring at the cabin. She was uncertain they could see her, but it felt like they were looking directly at her. 
She waited.
It was more difficult to use legilimency while in her animagus form, it required too much energy, and it carried a risk of dropping the cat form accidentally. However, she was skilled enough to get intentions and superficial thoughts.
She heard Charlie move behind her, towards the fireplace, inside the fireplace.
The figures were on the move, towards the cabin, slowly. They were men, she sensed, and two of them were carrying something behind what it seem their leader. They moved cautiously and stopped to talk to each other once before resuming their pace. As they got closer, Kate could see the leader draw his wand.
‘Three men. One of them with a wand. The rest carrying things. Should I scare them?’ she thought to Charlie.
‘Are they walking towards us?’ Charlie thought back.
‘Yes.’
‘Protection is up, though.’
‘They know.’
She watched as the man with the wand tested the cabin. He held his wand up, receiving the soft ‘whoom’ sound of the spell around the house as it bounced back at him. They shared another hushed conversation, close enough to the cabin where Kate could hear some words, one of them being her name.
‘They know me,’ She thought, surprised.
‘This is the moment to stop them there, love.’
Kate waited until the figures stood right at the bottom of the porch’s stairs. The two men on the back seemed unsure, they were shifty, changing their weight from foot to foot. But the leader had a calculating mind, he knew exactly where he was, and as close as he was, she could discern their thoughts more.
“There’s a cat in the window.” One of them whispered. Their leader looked in her direction but kept silent. Kate just stared at him, hoping to unnerve him enough so they would think twice before approaching the door. But his mind was focused, intrigued, questioning. She couldn’t see his face yet, and this was starting to agitate her.
The man raised his foot, still staring at her, searching for something, and when he placed it on top of the first step, she had enough.
‘Be careful, now.’ she said into his mind slowly.
The man froze momentarily before putting his foot down. Accepting her suggestion. Before she could do it herself, the man took his hood down.
Moonlight hit his face, revealing a pale wrinkled expression with thin, almost unhealthy features. Sharp, yellowish eyes stared at her.
“Miss Williams?” he said in a grave voice.
“Sir, are you talking to the cat?”
She didn’t respond right away, instead she inspected him; his stance, his hands, the way he carried himself with an air of importance, the satisfied smile of having found what he was looking for.
‘This may sound bonkers, but I think this is the minister of magic and two aurors.’ she informed Charlie. She could feel his confusion, but didn’t respond. Focusing on the visitors again, she carefully avoided his question.
‘It’s a little late for a visit.’ she thought into his mind.
The man nodded, placing his wand inside his sleeve, and raising his hands. A silver ring on his pinky finger shone with the moonlight.
“I’m afraid this could not wait,” he started carefully out loud. “My name is Rufus Scrimgeour.”
Kate wanted to hum with satisfaction at her correct assumption.
‘I heard that.’ Charlie informed.
Kate waited, keeping the cat façade a little while longer, trying to intimidate them. She was succeeding with the other two, she sensed, but with Scrimgeour, not so much.longer,
“I have an important message from Albus Dumbledore to Katherine Williams and Charles Septimus Weasley.”
Her ears perked up involuntarily, and she cursed silently. With a nod of her head, the two aurors’ hoods snapped back to reveal their faces. Kate didn’t recognise them.
‘Should I?’ Charlie asked.
‘Go ahead.’
Charlie moved his wand, and the heavy bolt of the door unlocked. With another swish, the wooden door opened, making dragged creaking sounds on its way.
Scrimgeour’s eyes left her to stare at the now open entrance. Kate left the windowsill as soon as he got distracted, crossed the room and hopped on the fridge. Now, the door was flanked; the black fur helped her blend in the shadows on the right side, and from her spot she could sense Charlie across from her, hidden inside the fireplace on the left side of the door.
As soon as the three of them entered the small kitchen, Charlie closed the door and locked it from afar, Kate hopped off the fridge and transformed mid air before waving her wand, expelling the two aurors’ wands hidden in their belts towards her. Charlie took charge of Scrimgeour’s wand, catching it with ease before waving a hand to light the candles scattered around the room.
Soon, the three visitors had two wands pointing at their heads.
Kate eyed Charlie briefly, admitting they didn’t look too intimidating; her with messy brown locks wearing a tank top and shorts, and Charlie with copper curls sticking out in every direction, dark circles under his eyes and only wearing boxers and a Holyhead Harpies merchandising shirt.
“I’m sure you understand the precautions, sir,” Charlie stated.
“Of course.” Scrimgeour bowed his head and turned to Kate. “You are a very skilled young witch.”
Kate eyed him carefully, before turning her gaze towards the two aurors. They didn’t seem scared or bothered about their wands, almost as if they were expecting it. One of them was holding a heavy wooden chest and the other a black velvet bag. She looked at Scrimgeour again.
“Thanks.”
Only when Kate lowered her wand, Charlie retreated his own.
“Although I don’t remember seeing you in the Ministry registering your animagus form.” He accused with smirking eyes.
“I suppose you had the day off at that moment.” Scrimgeour huffed a chuckle, and linked his fingers in front of him.
“Tea?” Charlie offered, making his way towards the kitchen. He passed right next to her, and Kate resisted the urge to caress his arm. Instead, she approached the aurors.
“You can leave… whatever that is,” she looked at Scrimgeour, “over there.”
“That, Miss Williams, is Albus Dumbledore’s message.” He sat down on the small couch, producing a letter from his breast pocket.
“You have some nerve disarming the Ministry of Magic like that.” One of the aurors said.
“Now, Arius, this is a… special circumstance. You must understand we are living in very unique times.”
“That’s one way to put it.” Charlie said from the stove.
“Hold on… what happened to the cat?” asked the other man. Kate lifted a brow, amused, and walked over to the small settee across Scrimgeour.
A wooden tray with five cups and a pot flew over to them and rested on the coffee table. Kate reached out to serve the tea while Charlie took a seat next to her.
Scrimgeour eyed them curiously.
“I cannot seem to pinpoint the relationship you held with Dumbledore. Both of you. Apart from the involvement you had back in the day of the Cursed Vaults incident, of course.”
The two aurors stood behind him, alert but relaxed. She sensed Charlie relax beside her as well.
“Our history, Minister, is long and complicated. And it seems to have stayed that way even after his death. Tell me, what could be so important for you to spend time and resources tracking and following us here?” she took a sip from her cup.
“First, let me congratulate you both in that regard. You left almost no trace of your movements back in England, it was a mighty task. But I felt it was my responsibility to deliver this for you. I understand that your brother is getting married in a few days’ time, Mr Weasley?”
Charlie tensed.
“Yes, sir.”
“We will meet again there, as I must discuss some more details of Dumbledore’s death with other individuals, but the instructions were clear for both of you; we needed to be alone.”
‘He’s sincere.’
‘For now.’
With a wave of the hand, the letter flew in the air and opened, revealing an official document signed by A. Dumbledore.
“What I brought to you is the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,” he read. Before he changed to the second page, Kate could have sworn that she saw the name Harry Potter on the first page, but Scrimgeour didn’t comment on it.
“To Mr Charles Septimus Weasley, I leave an extremely curious artifact I stumbled upon in my youth. I have always had a clear idea of the places I needed to go, so this glove may aid him more that it served me.”
With a confused look, Charlie slowly untied the velvet bag one of the aurors had put on his lap. With gentle hands, he retrieved a single leather glove, meant to be a twin for a set of quidditch gear.
Kate studied his face and then the glove, trying to identify the degree of danger that it could offer. Charlie seemed to trust Dumbledore’s judgement, for he slid his right hand inside of it.
Everyone in the room held their breath, staring intently at his arm.
But nothing happened.
He stood, flexing his fingers as he tested the leather, and made his way towards a nook next to the fireplace. A couple of brooms rested against the stone and he grabbed one of the sticks.
Still, nothing.
Scrimgeour visibly deflated, and with a sigh, he kept reading.
“To Miss Katherine Williams, I leave first and foremost my profound and sincere apology along with my most valued chest. Inside, 32 vials of ingredients in the hopes she will regain some more insight in these trying times.”
The chest was polished, no signs of locks or buttons to open it. One of the aurors placed it on the coffee table in front of her. Scrimgeour couldn’t take his eyes off it.
“We weren’t able to open it.”
Both Charlie and Kate snapped their heads at him.
“Why would you want to?” Charlie accused.
“A matter of security, I assure you.”
“Of course…” Kate murmured with a huff.
She leaned in and when the palms of her hands touched the sides of the box, the lid opened with force, making her gasp.
“Fascinating.” the Minister exhaled. 
Inspecting the vials, Kate noticed a translucent liquid inside each of them, apparently the same for all the flasks. Picking one up, she read the label;
Durmstrang, 1996
Her breath caught up in her throat. Grabbing another flask, she turned the tag;
Williams Manor, 1981
Kate left them where they belonged in haste and closed the lid, sealing the magic chest once again. Charlie was looking at her with wide eyes, and she knew he understood the meaning behind the content of those flasks.
Scrimgeour stared expectantly.
“Very rare ingredients, some of them… not too legal. Dumbledore knew I had the intention of keeping up with my alchemy.”
Scrimgeour hummed, not convinced.
“Very well, then.”
“Sir,” Charlie started, “I hope you don’t mind, but it will be best to leave the place as soon as possible.”
Kate snapped out of her thoughts and agreed, standing up.
“We appreciate the trouble of you coming all the way here, but… with all due respect, you are a walking bull’s eye at the moment.”
The Minister seemed surprised by Charlie’s bluntness, but Kate could see the acceptance in his eyes as he stood. She returned the wands to each of the owners, and Scrimgeour smiled in gratitude.
“I guess we will meet each other in a short time. Weasley, Williams. We will see ourselves out.” Charlie cordially shook his hand, and Kate followed suit.
After waving a hand, the tray flew over to the sink, and the flames of the candles died down, leaving them in semi-darkness. Kate watched from the window, as the Minister and his two aurors dissolved into the night, disapparating just when they reached the border of the forest. She remained there, arms crosses, staring at the moon with a light frown between her brows.
Soft steps approached her, and soon Charlie’s broad chest was pressed against her, his arms around her middle. She brought her hands on top of his forearms and stood in a loving embrace for a while. She could sense his troubled mind.
“I don’t like this,” she breathed. The redhead tightened his grip around her, keeping an eye on the forest.
“Me neither.”
“I don’t even want to know how he found us.”
Charlie sighed against her shoulder, resting his lips there, pensive. After a moment, he raised his head again.
“What I would do… is find me first. It’s easy, the dragon reserve is well known, and he has the means to track magic along a vast perimeter. And even if we erased every movement related to you in London, you had to register in Bucharest’s hospital to be able to work there.”
Kate tsked.
“And they had a whole month to do so.”
��Do you really think he’s a… what did you say? Walking bull’s eye?”
Charlie sighed, hiding his face on the side of her neck.
“It’s a matter of time. The fastest way to control wizards is the Ministry. With a couple of corruptible aurors and the right contacts… they just have to find the right moment.”
“Why does your brother need to make a grand party out of this? Reuniting a bunch of skilled witches and wizards, known figures, important figures all in one place. This is the worst time…”
“I’m just trying to support him…” he whispered, his voice small, almost broken.
Kate turned in his arms, placing her palms to his chest and caressing her way up his neck.
“I know… I’m sorry.”
“I have argued with him about this. Believe me, I’ve tried.” he couldn’t meet her eyes, his gaze was fixed on her collarbones.
“I also know that.”
“Please… let’s just… this is important to him.” Kate nodded, pressing her body against his, her hands sneaking around his shoulders in an amorous hug.
“Alright,” she whispered in his ear. “‘m sorry.”
He relaxed in her arms, exhaling softly at the feeling of her fingers untangling his hair, and her soft pecks on his neck. All too soon, she stopped, remaining still in his arms.
“Those are my memories, Charlie.” He was afraid she would go towards the box, leaving his embrace, he wasn’t ready. But Kate held onto him tighter. “Memories he stole, or had someone else steal for him. And he has the… audacity to say he apologises, leaving them to me, implying it’s a legacy instead of a debt.”
One of Charlie’s hand held her head, gently massaging the back of her neck.
Kate kept her gaze on the wooden box and the velvet bag next to him in silence.
“Tomorrow, love,” He placed a kiss on her temple, and a second and another one for good measure. “Tomorrow.”
Kate nodded, untangling herself from him just enough to hold his hand. After one last look towards the forest, they marched hip to hip towards the bedroom, dreading the events that would take place under a wedding tent some days later.
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sotb · 1 year
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five chapters based on five favourite songs, each with their own associated themes, combined into one playlist.
merry christmas, @augustheads! i made you an entire playlist based on your favourite taylor songs, including some of my favourite artists. best listened to chronologically.
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brutaliakhoa · 1 year
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for the ask game: taking the bus/public transport!!!
oooh this is a good one; my mind first went to dick because in a BTAS episode he went on the bus at night to find his parents' killer?
but ultimately i think we deserve to see jason on public transport more. not as red hood, but just an unremarkable young man who looks perpetually tired, but what's new? it's gotham city.
him staring out of the window and loving the bus even as its pneumatic doors don't open or shut all the way so the heavy summer air rolls into the body of the car, making you sweat. him going to metropolis once and using their lightrail, they didn't have this when he was younger, when he was still robin. seeing the setting sun hit the dizzying array of skyscrapers around the central business district, the kaleidoscope of gold flooding into the cabin onto the seats, onto the ceilings, onto jason's skin. he felt something then. and he laughed so hard he started to cry and found he couldn't stop.
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thestobingirlie · 6 months
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i think it’s interesting how people shame steve for having a job and they call him a loser but they also hate him for being rich. like there’s so much classism going on with steve that it’s sooo hard to unpack cuz with steve it’s either “fuck the rich i hate the rich” or “fuck the people who work - they don’t have any direction in life especially when they don’t go to college” like babe which side are you on? it’s just something i noticed and wanted to share
there’s a lot of classism in this fandom, and i think as a result people try to ‘revolt’ against the rich by hating steve, because he’s perceived as being so much richer than the other characters. but the wheelers and the sinclairs are also fairly wealthy, and they’re not facing any of that hatred, so at some point we have to admit that it’s basically just another excuse to hate steve.
the way steve gets treated is actually really weird, because no one says that shit about joyce, but suddenly steve works a minimum wage job, and it’s shameful and means he’s going nowhere and is a useless layabout.
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parallelplayers · 30 days
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Ngl quite tempted to try and book bind parallel and put it with all my other fancy hardbacks. Pride of place beside the classics
even with its million spelling/grammatical errors that i’m still trying to catch?
i’ve been doing a big parallel reread and editing post … it’s hard.
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kwiwrites · 3 months
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@kat-xox sending me turkey cheese insertion gifs at 3 am and i truly don't think I'll ever be able to sleep soundly again because what the FUCK is that
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fxreflyes · 25 days
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your sculpture tag! your sculpture tag!! beautiful amazing can I have it in book form please to flip through all the time. thank u…<3
omg this made me smile ear to ear thank you so much kat!!! 🫶🏻🥹🥰 that is such a lovely concept to have a book of them all 🥲 I sometimes am like ehhh about taking the time to tag things and didn’t for years but started again to be able to actually find posts so I’m overjoyed u like the sculpture iv posted!! i love sculpture so much it’s such a beautiful art form! and I think about Michelangelo’s way of sculpting where he clearly imagined the work hiding inside each stone he carved away and he was just setting it free, ALL the time for all kinds of creative work. (I can elaborate if that doesn’t make sense) but this was so sweet, thank you :’) I hope you’re having a lovely night!! <33
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serethereal · 11 months
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heres how starstruck (2010) can still win an oscar
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nevvaraven · 9 months
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i need to know what the best boyband is and also your opinion on what the best hockey team is thank you xx
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the loves of my life ❤️
The world was simply not ready for them they are criminally underrated! But also McFly, Jonas Brothers, Backstreet boys, Big Time Rush, 5sos, Shinee and One direction are all top contenders too
For the hockey teams….I have formed an alliance of sorts with @otrtbs and will henceforth be supporting her in any and all promotion of the one and only incredible Dallas Stars 🫡
this ask game
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