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tudorerasource · 16 days

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Charles Brandon in The Tudors, 1.10- The Death of Wolsey.

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vinnieglossi · 3 months

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GEORGINA SPARKS in GOSSIP GIRL (2011)

#georgina sparks #georgina #michelle trachtenberg #gossip girl #michelle #we can't be friends #ariana grande #discord #pfp #p

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dyingroses · 2 months

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Post-coronation music night

Zuko:

#atla #atla meme #uncle iroh #zuko #fire lord zuko #firelord zuko #avatar: tla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #avatar: the last airbender #avatar memes #post #michelle

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smokingfancination · 5 months

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Standing

#michelle

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locitapurplepink · 26 days

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Crosshair and Omega's relationship reminds me of Jesse and Michelle sometimes 😁😅

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb omega #omega #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair #crosshair #full house #jesse katsopolis #michelle tanner #uncle jesse #michelle #crosshair and omega #jesse and michelle #locitapurplepink

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fyeahthenextstep · 7 months

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You know what? Let's see if they can make something up on the spot. How does that sound?

the next step throwback ━ season one [5/10] scenes ˋ°•*⁀➷ EMILY and MICHELLE in EP. 8

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floatstimmies · 3 months

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Misaki Okusawa & Michelle stimboard! 🧸 💝

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૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

#misaki okusawa #bang dream #bandori #michelle #stim #stimboard #bear #teddy bear #fursuit #paws #pink #plushie #i like bandori a lot so this was so fun!

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jomiddlemarch · 29 days

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Let’s stop all the clocks

“Erin? Erin Quinn?”

Erin looked up from the book in her lap. It should have been one for one of her classes, but she’d decided to give herself a break and read the absolute trash Michelle had been going on about in the long phone calls that cut into Erin’s coffee budget. It was a quick read, she’d give it that, but she didn’t actually want anyone who knew her full name to have any idea she’d wasted even a second of her time on it and she tried to tuck it under a fold of the saggy, oversized cardigan she’d put on without thinking twice as she ran out the door. She’d been late, as per usual Mammy would say, and she’d consoled herself with the anonymity of train travel in a major metropolitan center. It wasn’t Derry. She’d not meet anyone who recognized her from Adam, as one of her lecturers had said, an idiom she’d not heard before but suspected Sister Michael would have adored.

She tried to place the man, who spoke with the same faded accent she had herself, though a little more posh. He looked like a generic example of thirty-year-old man, nondescript brown hair with no sign of a receding hairline, a bit of scruff around the jaw, broad shoulders, the usual American uniform of jeans and some themed sweatshirt, a bit ratty around the cuffs, not sharp in the least. She had no idea who he was, but anyone would admit he was entirely forgettable.

She, evidently, was not, as he knew her well enough to identify her with her head down, her hair bundled back with an elastic, wearing the glasses that had rapidly become more than an aesthetic choice for someone scaling the heights of academe. She’d said that once to Mammy, just so her mother would reply Catch yerself on in her most exasperated manner.

“That’s me,” she said, trying to sound impersonally polite and not guarded.

“You don’t remember me. Not at all,” he said. Grinned. His eyes were blue and he was more handsome than she’d thought. It was the smile and the complete lack of being insulted that she hadn’t a clue who he was that made him appealing. And the blue eyes. His hands were nice too.

“M’sorry, no,” she said.

“Dee. From Peace Across the Barricades,” he said. “Dee Foster.”

All Erin could remember was Clare screaming her head off, convinced the deaf boy was going to murder her in front of them all. And James clumping about in those pink waterproof trousers, calling himself a lad when he was the least laddish boy who’d ever lived.

“You gave me an Ulster Bank key-chain and some Rolo as a gift?” he said. “I think there was also a pencil.”

It came back to her in a flash. Maybe like the one people said you had before you died.

“Oh my God, Dee! Dee Foster!” She repeated his surname, as if she’d ever known it, as if she’d remembered him quite well in a fond, old-timey fashion, and not as the boy she’d made the most gauche pass at, trying to stick out her unremarkable boobs and cock her head to one side while he’d gawked at her in astonishment.

“You’re looking well, Erin,” he said, still smiling.

“Did you even like Rolo?” Erin heard herself ask, the most absolutely stupid question she could have come up with. Michelle’s eyes would have rolled right out of her head at it, if she could manage to keep them open. A set of twins ten months after her wedding had nearly done her in, even when the boys started taking a nap outside of the enormous double-pram that had become her latest and worst enemy.

“They’re all right, yeah? I prefer a Mars bar, if I have the choice,” he said.

“Rolo are nice though,” Erin said. “If you like a caramel center, there’s none better.”

She suddenly heard how she was related to Colm. Any minute now, Dee would make an excuse to flee and she would not be able to blame him.

“Yeah. It’s a funny thing, seeing you here,” he remarked. He leaned back more in the plastic seat. It seemed fleeing was not the the top of his list.

“They say it’s a small world,” she replied. “Doesn’t seem that way on the subway, all crammed together, all sorts—”

“No, not like home and that was a small place,” he said.

“Small in some ways, miles apart in others,” she said. There was a long pause, a sort of companionable one where she was able to recall she had indeed put on some blush and a bit of mascara before she’d left the flat. Apartment, they called it here, though her American friends were always terribly charmed when she spoke as she would have at home. They found it quaint, she knew that, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t the most likable person, so she had to play the cards she had been dealt. Being the winsome and quirky Irish lass had gotten her this far…

“I regretted it, after,” he said.

“You regretted Peace Across the Barricades?” Erin said. “It fell far short of what he wanted, Father Peter, but it was well-meant even if he was rather full of himself—”

“I regretted turning you down, when you wanted to make out. When you asked and told me you hadn’t any moves,” he said. “You were wearing plaid pajamas and a choker necklace.”

She blushed as she hadn’t for a solid decade.

“I shouldn’t have, it’s so embarrassing—”

“I said I regretted it, saying no. Even if you didn’t really know me,” he said. “You were so shy and also, what brass, to make such a proposition.”

“Michelle said you were a ride,” Erin offered.

“Christ, it takes me home to hear that,” he laughed. “Flattered, too, mind you.”

“I should’ve tried to get to know you. Not treated you like a, like a piece of meat. I’m sorry for that,” she said.

“I’m not,” he said.

“No?”

This was the oddest conversation she could recall and she spoke to Orla nearly every week.

“If you’d been more polite then, more considerate, there’d been nothing to talk about now. I wouldn’t have blurted out your name in a train station waiting room because I wanted to talk to you again. To see that smile of yours,” he said. “Make you blush.”

“You’re quite the charmer,” Erin replied. She blushed harder, if that was even a thing.

“You’ve been too long among the Americans, Erin,” he replied. “This is just Londonderry—”

“Derry,” she interrupted.

“Just so,” he said. “I wished I’d gone over to you, when our parents were all there, arguing. I wished I’d gone over and said something, anything, you wanted to answer. Given you the last Rolo, maybe. Taken the chalk from your hand and written something else on that board. Something you’d have remembered me by.”

“You wished it, eh? Past tense?” she said. She could never leave well enough alone and not everyone cared for her endless monologues about the niceties of the English language. She’d have taken the words back if she could.

“Present tense as well,” Dee said. “Where are you off to?”

“Back up to Boston,” she said. She felt the urge to explain what she did there, her studies and such, and clamped her mouth shut. He hadn’t asked and there was a runaway train taken over her tongue, God knows what she’d come out with if she allowed herself the leeway.

“Isn’t that lucky? I’m headed up there myself,” he said.

“Luckier they don’t assign seats on this train,” she said. Fuck it, this was a chance she had to take. “If you wanted to maybe make that old wish come true—”

She broke off because he’d suddenly stood up. He was tall, had probably grown more after she’d last seen him, and she had to crane her neck to see his face.

“Or not. You probably have other things to do, work or something,” she said, trying to claw back any shred of self-respect. Her pride was long, long gone.

“I was only going to get some snacks for the trip,” he said, gesturing with his head towards the nearest shop with its racks of sweets and bottles of water, juice, all the brightly colored health drinks full of chemicals she could never stomach, though they were said to be good for a hangover.

“Oh, all right then,” she said.

He came back with a plastic bag filled with terrible American chocolate and more satisfying packets of crisps, Cokes, those weird cheese-filled pretzels she couldn’t ever get enough of even though they were inarguably rather disgusting.

“I got some Rolo for old time’s sake,” Dee said, then fished out a little plastic square and held it out to her. It said I love NY but the love was a red heart. “And a keychain. This is my move, Erin Quinn. I hope it’s good enough.”

After they’d moved back to Belfast, she kept her housekeys on it, the letters obscured by the scratches on the plastic, the red heart clear. They gave Rolo as a wedding favor, to the bafflement of their parents, and the knowing looks of Michelle, Clare and James. Orla had only nodded sagely and Dee knew well enough by then not to inquire what she was thinking.

@asteraceae-blue I decided to post this one first because it's a sunny Saturday morning here and that felt like rom-com energy, not angst

#derry girls #derry girls fanfic #erin/dee #erin quinn #peace across the barricades #michelle #romance #rom-com #humor #post-canon #takes place in the US so I don't screw up too much stuff about Ireland or Northern Ireland #I know my limits #meet-cute?#more like meet-confused

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spideychelleforever · 1 year

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Peter during Homecoming: *rocks his head after looking at himself in the mirror, causing all his freshly showered curls to bounce around happily*

MJ during Homecoming: I want to be his so bad it’s just not fair

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icantlivewithoutdreaming · 1 year

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I’m… speechless.

I was so sure that he was alive, but after today’s panel I don’t know what to think anymore.

They were so sad. Michelle and Dee were on the verge of tears.

Also, 3rd and FINAL season? There is no way they are bringing Tech back if the story ends next year.

I don’t know what to do.

I’m gonna dedicate a post to Tech every single Wednesday, counting the weeks since we last saw him till we get him back.

I’m so sad.

#the bad batch #tech #tech tbb #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb season two #spoilers tbb #tbb omega #omega #Michelle #dee bradley baker #michelle ang #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb hunter #I was so excited for this panel and now I want to die 💔

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nanastimz · 8 months

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Michelle stimboard but it's like 80 degrees outside ( ´Д｀)=3

☆ ✧ ☆ - ♡ ☆ ♡ - ☆ ✧ ☆

#self indulgent stimboard lol #i'm meltingg T_T #stimboard #pink #seashell #summer #summery #michelle #misaki okusawa #bandori #bang dream

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tudorerasource · 3 months

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Charles Brandon in The Tudors, 1.09- Look to God First.

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sincericida · 2 years

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ANDREW GARFIELD 's kisses...

The way he holds the face of the contemplated, sorry I mean, actresses... is too surreal for me. And this sequence of "Boy A" makes me have several types of thoughts that... 🥵 Better not to confess here. Anyway, actresses doing some of things i'd like to do with him. 🔥🔥🔥

With Alexandra Shipp in "Tick, Tick... BOOM!" (2021)

With Adelaide Clemens in "Under The Banner Of Heaven" (2022)

With Katie Lyons in "Boy A" (2007)

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