Turning this into a Marcus Stan account because there is a Gap (😉) in the market
Lionel Boyce for The Gap
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"I thought it was smart that their chemistry just started to naturally build more and more. And then it’s real to me that workplace relationships can be complicated. One person can have like feelings. It’s like we work together. So many different things going into that, so many different factors. So it’s like, we don’t know what it is… You’re like, ‘I don’t know. Do I like you or are you a friend? I don’t know’" (Lionel Boyce for Deadline).
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obsessed with The Bear & Ayo in general. 😭
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My thoughts on the potential of a Marcus and Sydney relationship:
I don't see a blossoming romance between them at all. Love them both but, no.
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also marcus be cute on here.🤭 and his episode was also one of my favorites of the season
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What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Jon Snow - and family that haunts him, because sometimes ghosts make for the best love stories.
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they're at it again.....
(reference under the cut)
from twitter here: https://twitter.com/HL0428/status/1775440646603759955?t=woHnAYxtSgfFiDzJe5to0Q&s=19
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can you imagine how mean sebastian would be once he notices you have a thing for his hands?
he starts becoming more meticulous about his manicures, nails always coated in an inky black and cuticles pushed back. he had donned rings every now and then prior to his realization, but they become much more frequent once he noticed your squirming at the saloon. he’ll settle a hand on your thigh, fingers dancing along the hemming of the pretty little sundress you wore to escape the summer heat. while abigail and sam had missed the flustered expression etched into your features, sebastian definitely hadn’t. when he’s walking you home, hand curled around your waist because “it’s what a good friend would do” as he ignores the way you sneak glances in his direction. you’re not sure how, but the night somehow leads you pressed against the blossoming apple tree with a hand nestled between your thighs, skilled fingers dancing across your folds expertly enough to have you gasping his name in between kisses. he’ll make you beg for more, have you all teary eyed and desperate pleas as his fingers curl just right.
“‘s the matter, sweetheart? all you have to do is tell me what you want.”
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