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scaredofghosts · 1 year

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Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour | starts today!

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stevebuscemieyes · 1 month

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MAXXXINE

July 5 2024

Dir. TI West

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whenemmafalls · 1 year

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Taylor Swift Eras Tour Poster for Each Era Part 6: The reputation Era (2017-2019)

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #candy swift #tscreators #reputation era #eras tour #eras posters #tsuserlizzie #tsuserash #tsuserjen #userpenny #usermotelbar #she's finally here<3 #im so sorry for falling off the face of the earth!#but grad school is hard i have zero time #spring break is here though so i wanna blow through a few!#lovers on her way as well<333 #*

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im-high-on-reylo · 3 months

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#reylo #star wars #star wars funny #funny #funny reylo #ben solo #sequel trilogy #kylo x rey #rey of jakku #rey skywalker #rey solo #couple #lovers #force bonded #rey x ben solo #reylo character boards #reylo poster

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zer0pm · 11 months

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Imagine Leon showing you how to use a crossbow.

“My god, this is impossible!”

You hear Leon behind you chuckling and glance back at him with deadpan eyes, unamused that he found your struggle funny. The blond maintains a slight grin, unflinching under your glare.

He comments aloud, “It’ll take some getting used to. Imagine using this on moving targets with the wind against your favor.”

You half-heartedly groan at the mere thought, tempted to abandon using the primitive weapon entirely. However, ammo was scarce and crossbow bolts can be reused. Now if only you were proficient in using said crossbow. Sensing your frustration, Leon unfolds his arms and approaches you.

“You’re thinking too hard about it and it shows in your form.” His hands hover around your sides, one by your hands where you held the crossbow and the other at your back. Close, but not touching. Your eyes catch his, an expectant gaze in the pools of icy blue silently asking for permission. You granted it with a nod and immediately you feel the heat of his touch.

“Straighten up,” he instructs, his gloved hand firm against the middle of your back. With purpose, he runs it down your form, applying pressure to encourage you to follow his words. And follow you did, trying your best to hide the shivers that tingled down your spine as you squared your shoulders and puffed your chest. You hoped that he was not looking at your face, surely your cheeks must be burning.

His other hand clasps around yours holding the body of the crossbow steady and lifting, pointing the weapon towards the range. In the corner of your vision, the veiny cords of the powerful muscles in his arm tense and relax at the motion.

What would it be like if Leon held you? You can’t imagine Leon as much of a hugger, but the thought of him embracing you alights within you a new kind of warmth different from your shared body heat.

As you’re forcing your thoughts and eyes to cease their shameless wandering, hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.

“Remember, you’re not shooting lead. Want to aim a little higher and let gravity do its thing.” Leon’s voice was clear, his explanation straightforward, but the smooth delivery and the reverb of every husky word was like velvet to your senses. You felt yourself slowly leaning closer into him, tempted to be wrapped in his entire being.

Thankfully, you caught yourself, stomping your heel flat on the floor before your back pressed completely against his muscular front. In doing so, your fingers accidentally squeeze the trigger out of panicked reflex. To your dismay, the bolt shoots out of the weapon, flying high across the range. You anticipated failure and prepared yourself to be overwhelmed with embarrassment- but to your genuine surprise, a metallic ping rings in the air. Not only did you hit the target, but your shot struck the medallion that was attached to it right at its center.

“You’re an artist, mate!”

You won’t lie, you actually forgot that the Merchant was watching the entire time, remembering his ever observant presence only when his voice blasts through the speakers in that uniquely rambunctious tone of his.

“Nice shot!” Leon pats your back in praise, bringing your attention back to him.

Your lips curve slightly followed by a casual shrug, “Honestly, it was just dumb luck.”

The man beside you shakes his head, dismissing your sheepish downplaying. “Against what we’re facing, sometimes that’s all you need.” He casts a glance at the felled target before looking back at you. The ends of his lips tug upward, transforming his usual hardened expression into something much softer and distinctly disarming. “A hit like that, though. That’s more than luck.”

Elation fills you, not just from your success, but from the sight of the man’s rare smile. It wasn’t a grin, it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a reaction produced by fleeting amusement. It was a pure, genuine smile full of endearment.

Leon Kennedy, a picture of stoicism, smiling because of you.

You didn’t dare admit to him that you were distracted the entire time, that your shot truly did have nothing to do with skill and your concentration was broken entirely by thoughts revolving around him and his body. It was then did you notice that he still had his hand on your lower back. He must have kept you steady this whole time.

Not wanting to be separated from his warmth in case he realizes your lingering closeness and creates distance out of courtesy, you spoke up. “If I keep getting lucky, I’ll be a better shot than you in no time.”

The blond quirks his brow. “Think you can go toe-to-toe with me now?”

Got him. You smirk playfully, “Winner gets all the tokens!”

“Take them,” Leon scoffs with an exaggerated frown, “can’t get a gold prize for shit.”

You couldn’t hold back your own laughter then, missing how his blue eyes softened in adoration. His downturned lips ease into another gentle smile as he took in how your whole being seems to glow with infectiously positive energy. It is a sight he engraves in his memory before tapping your hands, silently instructing you to raise the crossbow once more. You take the hint, readying to the same position as he showed you before. Without your notice, Leon’s gaze falls onto the back of your head again.

“We’ll think of something else for you, then.” you say as you take aim, breaking the silence. “If you win.”

Intrigued by your playfulness, the handsome blond grins at your challenge with an idea already in mind. “Finish this round and I’ll take you on.”

With that you continued practicing. Leon kept spectating and offering sound advice, not once withdrawing his hand from you. You dragged on this rare opportunity to stay close to him for as long as you could.

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explicette · 4 months

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#horror #gothic #goth #movies #movie poster #horror movies #saw #2000s horror #horror lover

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greenfiend · 15 days

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There’s a LOT going on with this set. I’m not sure where to start. Please feel free to help contribute to this.

#closed closet… toilet paper…#to start I guess #ofc the blue and yellow bed we know already #the paintings… the poster #so many other items #thoughts?#byler #loverslakegate #reefer rick #stranger things #lovers lake

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louiaffairs · 1 year

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She is everything!! ★ 🎀

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restingcorpse · 9 months

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x0xoemma · 4 days

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Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? - "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" Taylor Swift(2024)

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katharinehepburngf · 10 months

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Japanese poster designs for films: THE SACRIFICE (1986, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky), WORLD ON A WIRE (1973, dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder), NAKED LUNCH (1991, dir. David Cronenberg), LAST YEAR AT MARIENBAD (1961, dir. Alain Resnais), HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR (1959, dir, Alain Resnais), FACES PLACES (2017, dir. Agnès Varda, JR), FANTASTIC PLANET (1971, dir. René Laloux) and LOST LOVERS (1971, dir. Sôichirô Tahara, Kunio Shimizu).