#monica watches lone star

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itafushi pov playlists

i've been editing my itafushi playlists non-stop this past week and decided to sort the songs on a google doc instead of doing it in my head to make it easier on myself easier and more sense and omg, they're significantly fucking better compared to last time I posted about them on here

trust me!!! on my beloved cat they're good!!!

I figured that I should post the list of the arcs and its songs of their pov's. figured that this would be interesting to some people and I wanted to give them an idea of my thought process

below the cut is the song list with arcs + playlist link

here is the link to the google doc if it's more convenient and easier for others

likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! 🫶🏽

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Itadori's pov

First Introduction

Use Somebody: Kings of Leon

What You Know: Two-Door Cinema Club

Cursed Womb 

Amazing: Rex Orange County

Somedays: The Strokes

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out: The Smiths

Dying in front of Fushiguro

Fade Into You: Mazzy Star

Heart To Heart: Mac DeMarco

Moonlight On The River: Mac DeMarco

My Love Mine All Mine: Mitski

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life): Green Day

Secretly Training With Gojo

When You’re Gone: The Cranberries

See You Again: Tyler, The Creator

I Think I Like When It Rains: WILLIS

I Will: The Beatles

Kyoto Goodwill Event: Surprising Team

For The First Time: Mac DeMarco

Tongue Tied: Group Love

Every Way: Rex Orange County

Kyoto Goodwill Event: Battles

You’re My Bestfriend: Queen

Drive ME crazy: Lil Yachty

Buddy Holly: Weezer

Death Painting Arc

Remedy: Adele

You Get You Give: New Radicals

Time After Time: Cyndi Lauper

You’ve Got a Friend In Me: Randy Newman

Here With Me: D4vd

Shibuya Accident

Always Forever: Cults

Mrs. Magic: Strawberry Guy

I Can’t Handle Change: Roar

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want: Dream Academy 

Lonely Day: System Of The Down

Itadori's Extermination

Pluto Projector: Rex Orange County

Broken: Lifehouse

Everything: Lifehouse

Iris: Goo Goo Dolls

Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol

Running: No Doubt

What Would I Do?: Strawberry Guy

Angel: Brent Faiyaz

Culling Game

It’s Not The Same Anymore: Red Orange County

Liar: Paramore

Like You Do: Joji

When The Sun Hits: Slow Drive

Sukuna Takes Over Megumi

Little Talks: Of Monsters and Men

ilomilo: Billie Eilish

Running Up That Hill: Kate Bush

Mr. Loverman: Ricky Montgomery

All I Wanted: Paramore

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Fushiguro's pov

First Interaction/impression

Use Somebody: Kings of Leon

I Want You: Savage Garden

I Want You Around: Snoh Aalegra

Amazing: Rex Orange County

Cursed Womb

Angel of Mine: Monica

Let You Break My Heart Again: Laufey

Watching Itadori Die

When The Sun Hits: Slowdrive

Watching Him Fade Away: Mac DeMarco

Fade Into You: Mazzy Star

Heart To Heart: Mac DeMarco

The Ghost Of You: My Chemical Romance

Itadori’s ‘dead’ phase

Star: Mitski

When You’re Gone: The Cranberries

See You Again: Tyler, The Creator

Show Me How: Men I Trust

I Think I Like When It Rains: WILLIS

Telephones: Vacations

Kyoto Goodwill Event: Itadori's Surprised Resurrection

Here Comes Your Man: Pixies

For The First Time: Mac DeMarco

IFHY: Tyler, The Creator

By Your Side: Sade

At Your Best (You Are Loved): Aaliyah

Kyoto Goodwill Event: Battles

Buddy Holly: Weezer

Drive ME crazy: Lil Yachty

Adore you: Miley Cyrus

Death Painting Arc

Black Friday: Tom Odell

Angel: Brent Faiyaz

Sunflower: Rex Orange County

Loving Is Easy: Rex Orange County

Best Friend: Laufey

Here With Me: D4vd

Shibuya Accident

Tongue Tied: Grouplove

Always Forever: Cults

Itadori's Extermination

Time After Time: Cyndi Lauper

Remedy: Adele

Hate To See Your Heart Break: Paramore

You Get What You Give: New Radicals

Culling Game

Blue Hair: TV Girl

Everyone Adores You (at least I do): Matt Maltese

Collide: Howie Day

THE SHADE: Rex Orange County

Little Talks: Of Monsters and Men

Sukuna Takes Over

ilomilo: Billie Eilish

In The Darkness: Clara La San

Broken: Lifehouse

When It’s Cold I’d Like To Die: Moby, Mimi Goese

Doomed: Moses Sumney

Bring Me To Life: Evanescence

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if you guys like SatoSugu just wait 😋🤞🏽

#call up chef ramsey cause i just cooked #they make me wanna kms they make my heart ache #i spent an embarrassing amount of time into these playlist #i have analysis so much music in the past two weeks #itafushi #itadori x fushiguro #fushiguro x itadori #yuji x megumi #megumi x yuuji #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #itafushi playlist #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi angst #itafushi fluff #Spotify

[fritextramole]

under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

part 2 of a Vanessa Abrams playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Mr. Big Stuff ~ Jean Knight

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes And have a big fine car, oh yes, you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love You think you're higher than every star above

When I Come Around ~ Green Day

Well, don't get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes I'm just roaming for the moment Sleazin' my back yard so don't get So uptight you been thinking about ditching me No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found

Wasn’t Tomorrow Wonderful? ~ The Waitresses

Nice things, nice things Oh oh oh, so many nice things Don't mean nothing, if they're dumping Things that sting on you! Don't take that, honey!

Body Language ~ Helena Deland

Fool to think I'd leave with all I need to know and free to go All I need to know and free to go At last Who do you want to be?

I Second That Emotion ~ Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

And maybe you'll go away and never call And a taste of honey is worse that none at all

Untouchable Face ~ Ani DiFranco

I could make you happy, you know If you weren't already I could do a lot of things And I do

Love Like You And Me ~ Gary Glitter

There's a place for you and me Love can come so easily I'll reach out and take your hand Believe in me, you'll understand

I Believe in a Thing Called Love ~ The Darkness

I believe in a thing called love Just listen to the rhythm of my heart There's a chance we could make it now

Girls Go Wild ~ LP

It's all in the name of the Wild Wild West I really love you You know I really do Whatever happens, I hope you're happy too

Wild Ride ~ MOTHXR

The night was always long I see it We're aching from the fall

Sunlight ~ Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight?

Got to Be Real ~ Cheryl Lynn

You know that your love is my love My love is your love Our love is here to stay

You’ve Got to Go Down and Join the Union ~ Pete Seeger, The Song Swappers

Well though the road be rough and rocky And the hills be steep and high We will sing as we go marching

Santa Monica ~ Everclear

We could live beside the ocean Leave the fire behind Swim out past the breakers Watch the world die

Complicated ~ Olivia O’Brien

Take off all your preppy clothes You know, you're not foolin' Anyone when you become Somebody else 'round everyone else

Say It Again ~ Matt Berry

I'm feeling ashamed but I don't know why Like I've seen myself from a recent life The weather feels hot for this time of year Though suddenly seems so cold

The Trial ~ Dead Can Dance

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes A witness to events that led to this present time These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied Will never survive the greatest test of time

High and Dry ~ Radiohead

The best thing you've had has gone away

Changes ~ David Bowie

And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through

I Don’t Want Your Millions, Mister (All I Want) ~ The Almanac Singers

I don't want your millions, Mister I don't want your diamond ring

Think ~ Aretha Franklin

Let's go way on to way back when I didn't even know you

Hero Takes a Fall ~ The Bangles

Emotion is a virtue For you it is the one fatal flaw Sitting on your throne and drinking Thinking she'll return your call Every story's got an ending Look out, here it comes, here it comes And I won't feel bad at all When the hero takes a fall

I Can’t Wait ~ The White Stripes

First you said I was blind And it's gonna be different this time I thought you made up your mind

Somebody Told Me ~ The Killers

Ready, let's roll onto somethin' new Takin' its toll then I'm leaving without you

I Caught Myself ~ Paramore

Hypnotic, hypnotic You're leaving me breathless I hate this, I hate this You're not the one I believe in

Get Thee Behind Me, Satan ~ The Almanac Singers

Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill Says, “Get you some whiskey, boy, and drink your fill” Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line

I Won’t Back Down ~ Tom Petty

Well I know what's right I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around

#gg #ggplaylists #vanessa abrams #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[byneddiedingo]

Jeanne Moreau and Marcello Mastroianni in La Notte (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1961) Cast: Jeanne Moreau, Marcello Mastroianni, Monica Vitti, Bernhard Wicki, Vincenzo Corbella, Gritt Magrini, Giorgio Negro. Screenplay: Michelangelo Antonioni, Ennio Flaiano, Tonino Guerra. Cinematography: Gianni Di Venanzo .Production design: Piero Zuffi. Film editing: Eraldo Da Roma. Music: Giorgio Gaslini.

Movie stars often provide a shortcut to establishing the backstories of the characters they play. Once we see the bruised intelligence of Jeanne Moreau and the weary elegance of Marcello Mastroianni, familiar to us from their previous films, we know something about their characters, Lidia and Giovanni Pontano, that the screenplay for Michelangelo Antonioni's La Notte doesn't need to tell us. We know there will be tension in their marriage, that Lidia will go for long solitary walks and that Giovanni will yield to almost any temptation that crosses his path. Giovanni is a successful writer, but the money that affords them a handsome apartment in Milan mostly comes from her, which gives her one reason to feel resentful when she's shunted aside by his celebrity. So La Notte is mostly about her lonely search for a raison d'etre while he indulges himself with the pleasures of the moment: the come-on of a sex-crazed woman in a hospital, a celebratory book-signing, a night club floor show, a flirtation with the beautiful daughter of an industrialist, a lucrative job offer from that industrialist. Lidia even seems to be trying to find ways of indulging herself the way her husband does: On her long walk through Milan, she plays at being a prostitute, throwing backward glances at men she passes on the street, though never making the essential connection. She tries to break up a fight between two young men from what seem to be rival street gangs, but when the shirtless victor of the fight pursues her, she flees. She gets a kind of erotic charge from watching a group set off skyrockets. And she escapes from the industrialist's elaborate all-night party, a kind of tepid orgy manqué, with a handsome young man, only to stop in mid-dalliance and ask him to return her to the party. And so at the end of the film we leave the Pontanos grappling in the dirt as the dawn appears, somehow destined to continue their perverse games. La Notte has more narrative coherence than the other two Antonioni films usually thought of as a trilogy, L'Avventura (1960) and L'Eclisse (1962), which makes it essential in understanding what the director is up to. I take the currently prevailing view that Antonioni is less interested in existential alienation than in the lives of women in a society that valorizes male aggression. Hence the pivotal scene in which Lidia meets Valentina (Monica Vitti), the industrialist's daughter who has been toying with her husband, and instead of fighting they reach a kind of understanding, an assertion of female moral superiority. 

#La Notte #Michelangelo Antonioni #Jeanne Moreau #Marcello Mastroianni

[dasenergi-diary]

First I binge watched all of 30 Rock. (I say "binge watch." I generally average about one episode a day while eating breakfast or lunch.)

Then I binge watched all of Community. I just finished the sixth season this week. The finale totally made me cry. (Yes, I know the movie is coming soon on Peacock. Yay!) #sixseasonsandamovie

And now today I've started watching one of my childhood favorites, Soap.

As I was watching the first episode this morning I was noticing how old Katherine Helmond, Richard Mulligan, and the other "adults" looked. So I got online. Katherine Helmond (Jessica Tate) was 51 years old. Cathryn Damon (Mary Campbell) was 45 years old, Robert Mandan (Chester Tate) was 46 years old, and Richard Mulligan (Burt Campbell) was 45 years old. Even Robert Guillaume (Benson) was only 49!

I'm 52 years old! Older than them all! Who am I to say they're looking old?? Look in the mirror, Dave!

BTW: I'm older than Jon Hamm by ONE DAY! I think that means I'm as handsome as him, except one day older.

Note: I know that's not Robert Guillaume in the cast photo. When Robert Guillaume left Soap for the spin-off show "Benson," Roscoe Lee Browne ("Box" from Logan's Run - yes, I'm a nerd) was brought in as the new butler.

And completely tangential - John Houseman and Roscoe Lee Browne are in my heart forever!

And for those who might not be familiar with Logan's Run, here is "Box" with a frozen walrus. It's cold down there.

And for those who ARE familiar with Logan's Run - on my 30th birthday I totally went to carousel. There's a carousel on the pier in Santa Monica, and I worked just down the street from it. Lunch time birthday party! I also have a Logan's Run poster, t-shirt, all the books, and I got to meet the author before he died and we had a very lovely conversation. (Except it was kind of sad because I was the only one who knew who he was, and he looked so lonely! This was at the UCLA Festival of Books, where I also met Neil Gaiman before he became the star he is now and he didn't have a line either!)

#Nerd Alert!

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

I was tagged by @theatrevickii ❤️

Three ships: Tarlos (911 Lone Star), David/Patrick (Schitt's Creek)...I can barely even think of another one right now, my mind is so consumed by Tarlos, but I guess I'd say Joyce/Hopper (Stranger Things) since it's what I'm most looking forward to with the conclusion of the current season at the beginning of July.

First ship: Chandler/Monica (Friends)

Currently reading: The School for Good Mothers by Jessamine Chan. Also, fanfiction, always.

Currently watching: A lot. Catching up with What We Do in the Shadows for the new season, finally watching the Mandalorian, getting up to date with 911 (currently in early season 3, despite the fact that I watched 5b as it aired ahead of Lone Star), Abbott Elementary (almost done with this one), Severance, about to start Better Call Saul from the beginning (I watched season 1 when it aired originally but now I want to see the new season so I have to go back and restart), and of course, Lone Star rewatch.

Currently craving: these delicious homemade donuts from a restaurant I'm going to tomorrow.

I don't know who's been tagged yet, so if you haven't, @saraminia @thebrainofmae @tryingmybesttobeok @chelle-68 and anyone else who wants to, consider yourself tagged ❤️

[anitabyars]

Lonely for You Only by Monica Murphy is now live!

From New York Times bestselling author and BookTok sensation, Monica Murphy, comes a swoon-worthy new adult romance full of love songs.

Young heiress Scarlett Lancaster is delighted when her father tells her he hired a famous pop star and former boy band member to play at her eighteenth birthday. But delight becomes utter disappointment when it turns out he wasn’t talking about Harry Styles. No, Scarlett’s dad hired Tate Ramsey, former lead singer of the band Five Car Pileup, who hasn’t been popular for years.

Tate, after years of alcohol- and drug-fueled partying, is sober and ready for a comeback. He is in top form at Scarlett’s party and blows the audience away with his performance—though Scarlett herself still isn’t impressed. But when they talk after he leaves the stage, their encounter ends in a kiss that surprises them both—and immediately goes viral.

The viral kiss and the video of Tate singing at the party do wonders for both of their burgeoning careers. So after some careful negotiation, the two of them agree to start a fake relationship. But before long they discover their feelings might not be fake after all…

Download today on Amazon, Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, and Kobo!

Amazon: https://bit.ly/3rnuH8W

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Meet Monica

Monica Murphy is a New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling romance author. Her books have been translated in almost a dozen languages and have sold over two million copies worldwide. Both a traditionally published and independently published author, she writes young adult, new adult and contemporary romance.

A native Californian, she lives on fourteen acres in the middle of nowhere with her husband, son, their goofy dog, and three cats. When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. Or reading. Or binge watching something.

Connect with Monica

Website: http://monicamurphyauthor.com

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Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/monicamurphyreadergroup/

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My Review

5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A beautifully heartfelt story that is swoony and romantic with lots of feels. I laughed, I swooned, I fell in love, and I loved every moment! And then I read it again! I love fake relationship romance and I love the sweetness and beauty of young love, especially seeing them discover all of their feelings as they fall…in love. Scarlett and Tate completely stole my heart. I was instantly all in on this story! I loved it so much and was invested in this story from start to finish. I had the pages flipping at super sonic speed. It was super sweet, fun, romantic, emotional and it melted my heart. The feels were intense and I loved every second of this book.

It was impossible not to fall totally head-over-heels in love with Scarlett Lancaster. She might be my very favorite thing in this book. Scarlett comes from wealth and privilege but she is shy, adorable, totally sheltered and awkward as she deals with her personal issues. But I also loved how strong, self-confident and dedicated she became through this book.

“A magnetic pull I can’t help but feel when I’m with him. It’s the way he looks at me when he speaks. As if he’s thinking of doing . . . things to me. Sexual things. I’m intrigued, though I probably shouldn’t be.”

Tate Ramsey is a solid hero. A ex-rockstar who had gotten a second chance because of her. He’s amped up and anxious, worried that his entire life is riding on their time in Los Angeles, the album, the fake relationship, all of it. One wrong move, and he could potentially mess everything up.

They’re young. They’re attracted to each other. She used to have a raging crush on him. But they’re complete opposites in every way, Tate shouldn’t be interested in Scarlett and she shouldn’t be interested in him either. Yet there something about the two of them together. It melted my heart to see how quickly Tate’s heart started to warm toward Scarlett. The romance that forms between them was full of emotion and sweetness. There is some powerful chemistry between these two and the sparks are incredibly real. The tension between them is thick. The heat. The hunger. It was Hot!

You don’t want to miss this one!!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

#newrelease #valentine pr #monicamurphy #lonelyforyouonly #Lancaster family #netgalley

[stormyoceansmain]

eddie went back to texas just to look hot and make everyone in the 126 fall a little bit in love with him and I RESPECT HIM FOR THAT

#SAD WE DIDN'T GET A BETTER VIEW OF HIM AND TK SAYING 'GREAT WORKING WITH YOU MAN' TO EACH OTHER #buck was like 'im gonna go to texas and flirt with this cute boy' #but eddie was like 'by the time we're gonna go back to LA everyone will hate to see me go but love to watch me leave' #monica watches lone star

[rosesvioletshardy]

so you’re supposed to tell me that buck isn’t bi?? like the way he looks at tk in the cross over ??? the way he looks at eddie ??? you’re supposed to make me believe this man is a hetero ???

#monica watches lone star #monica watches 911 #911 lone star #911 #911 fox #evan buckley

[free-pool-trash]

happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

masterlist

haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

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[y0itsbri]

gallavich week 2021 - day 4 - lyrics

@gallavichthings

space boy, show me the stars you know the galaxies of my heart (from 'space girl' by frances forever)

when ian was little, monica used to take them to the science museum sometimes. while lip rambled to fiona about all the different exhibits, ian was solely lost in the stars.

in the planetarium, ian swore he was weightless. like he felt the infinity. lip had once told him that infinity meant really, really big, and ian felt really, really big.

monica would stretch out under the stars with him and point out the different constellations. cassiopeia was the queen with unrivaled beauty, but ian thought his mom was even prettier.

the only birthday party ian had wanted for his 7th year around the sun was a space themed party. fiona made little alien costumes for baby debs and carl, who looked absolutely ridiculous. ian's cake was a rocket ship, designed by lip with candles meticulously placed for lift off.

lip tried to understand his obsession, listening to ian talk about the stars for what seemed like hours. one afternoon, he came home and stuck little plastic stars on their ceiling. at nights when ian couldn't sleep, he would count the stars and think of his big brother. it helped.

supernovas. black holes. galaxies. big planets. small planets. but they all had their place in the universe. like the gallaghers all had their place in their family.

over the years, it became family tradition to watch cosmos together. at first, it was the only show that ian would pay attention to. but soon enough, everyone was hooked, even kev and v from next door. ian was thankful for his own little solar system.

when ian first met the gruff boy with the dark hair, it felt like his universe had shifted, aligned, in some way. he didn't understand it at first, but he was pulled to him in ways he had never known.

he spent hours gazing into the boy's eyes. so blue. they reminded him of neptune. neptune may be the coldest planet in the solar system, but with mickey, all ian felt was warmth.

some nights, out in the old baseball dugouts, ian would take note of the phases of the moon. ian hoped that mickey's amiability wouldn't just be a phase. he didn't think he could take it if it was.

"you wanna lay out a blanket and look for shooting stars next?"

he did.

on ian's birthday one year, mickey had took him to the rooftop of the abandoned building they frequented. that was nothing new. what was new was the metallic contraption. mickey. "you like it?" "mickey, that's a fucking telescope." "i know what it is, dipshit, we stargazing tonight or what?"

sometimes the club lights in boystown reminded ian of the cosmos.

on one of the occasions when ian's mind turned itself into a black hole, mickey took him outside. it was cold. mickey covered him with as many blankets as he could, but it wasn't enough to warm the chill of his heart. he sat still as they watched the moon and mickey told stories about what he would do if he lived up there, if they lived up there together.

when mickey was gone, he spent a lot of time with the stars thinking about what could have been. he wondered if the stars he was looking at were long dead or still burning bright. he thought he understood what lightyears felt like.

"you ever think, back in the day, this is where we'd be?"

gazing at the moon by the mexican border wasn't too unlike gazing at the moon in chicago. but it felt different, he was split. he silently begged the universe for a sign. he wasn't sure if he heard one.

sitting on his mother's grave, lone in the cemetary, ian stared up at the stars again. he hoped monica was dancing up there with cassiopeia.

ian thought he heard the universe talk to him. he wanted so badly to listen. he needed help. he couldn't do this on his own.

he wouldn't.

on the eve of his wedding night, ian thanked the lucky stars for how they aligned.

in their new home, ian watched as the moonlight glinted off the metallic rings shared by him and his husband. saturn ain't got nothing on them.

ian and mickey sat on their back porch leaned up against each other, watching the dog chase their kid around their yard. ian laughed as his daughter carefully brought him a firefly she had caught in her tiny hands, "look daddy! a star bug!" "very cool, nova! why don't you catch one for dad?" mickey rolled his eyes. he wasn't a fan of bugs, no matter how much they glowed.

ian had always been a stargazer, but mickey. mickey was the one who had truly showed him the stars. what it meant to love so blindingly and bright. what it meant to feel warm and safe in the cold. what it meant to shine in the darkness. he lit up his whole galaxy.

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[witching-hour]

I’m Back, Baby [Carl Gallagher x Reader]

(A/N): season 7 spoilers! this one is shorter than what i’ve written so far, but it’s longer than a drabble. when i watched this episode, this scene was all i could think about and how if carl had a girlfriend, this is how it would play out

SUMMARY: the reader shows up at the gallagher’s home early one morning and is in store for a welcoming surprise

TW: metions of death

THE moment your dad walked into the house with the little blonde skank attached to his arm three days ago, you knew it was going to be a shitshow. The bottle blonde who’s hair was thinner than a newborn baby’s, and old enough to be your classmate, was every motherless daughter’s nightmare.

She acted as if she owned the house within the three days of living in it. She destroyed every room she entered, which left you to clean up the messes that wouldn’t clean themselves. She ate up whatever was in the cupboards and fridge. She even tried giving you orders.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t snap. And surprisingly you didn’t. Being in close quarters with your douchebag father and whorish step-mom in the making, made you wanna pull your hair out of your head. How you managed to keep your cool amazed you.

With the extended weekend from school, you were trapped in your house an extra day. Bonnie and Clyde were still asleep by the time you snuck out of the house. You climbed out your window with no problem since you lived in the bedroom on the first floor.

You quickly hurried away from the side of your house to the sidewalk before you got caught.

The walk to the Gallagher home wasn’t long, since you lived only a couple of blocks away. Your hands rested in the front pocket of Carl’s your sweatshirt (that he’d given to you the night he left for military school). You’d wear it most days when it wasn’t too hot—which it was in Chicago during the spring, but you didn’t care. This was the closest you were getting to your boyfriend since his leave for military school to become a better “man,” as he declared.

You jogged up the steps of the Gallagher house, twisting the doorknob gently to see if it was unlocked, or if you’d have to pick it with your trusty bobby pin. You knew it was early, especially for the Gallagher’s (and yourself), but there was no way you were gonna escape the madness that was your household after ten. The door was (surprisingly) unlocked. Which meant either someone broke in, or one of the Gallagher’s were up. Your money was on Ian since he liked to go for runs in the morning.

The moment you walked into the threshold, the savory scent of bacon clouded your senses. It was like you walked into heaven.

“Who woke up at this ungodly hour to actually make breakfast?” You snickered, kicking off your shoes, and sliding them next to the staircase.

“Hey (Y/N/N)!” Fiona greeted you from the kitchen table. “You’re alive!”

Kev and V let out happy cheers of surprise at your sudden and early arrival. Lip nodded his head up in greeting as he munched on the piece of toast hanging out of his mouth, and Liam waved enthusiastically as he went to town on his eggs. Ian was the only one to actually get up from his seat and meet you in the living room for one of his bear hugs.

Debbie had Franny on her hip as she stood at the little bar top dividing part of their kitchen, bouncing the baby every few moments to occupy her. “What’re you doing up so early (Y/L/N)?”

You laughed as you continued to cross the living room, Ian in toe as he had draped his arm over your shoulders. “I could ask the same Gallagher.”

You took in the scene of the kitchen and saw all the fresh ingredients to make pancakes from scratch scattered across the counter tops. You saw the plates of food on the table: bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast.

“Carl surprised us all with breakfast.” She replied casually, turning and stealing a piece of bacon from Fiona who swatted her hand away from the plate, glaring at her redhead sister.

“Yeah, the Ghetto Ninja Warrior returned!” Kevin added with his goofy smile, which soon fell when he realized he was out of bacon, and reached over for more, but was beat by the bacon-stealing ginger mom.

Your eyes bulged out of your head at her words. Carl’s back?

Your head did a complete 180 as you stared up at the man who had yet to remove his arm. “What?! When?!”

Ian laughed as the boy himself stepped out of the downstairs half-bathroom drying off his hands on the star printed apron he had in his hands. The minute your (y/e/c) eyes met his blue ones, his face lit up at the confusion turned glee that spread across yours.

“I’m back, baby!” He announced, stretching his arms out in expectation of a hug.

You let out a small yell, running at your boyfriend, and letting him scoop you up in his arms as the bunched up apron fell to the floor. Your arms winding behind his neck, letting your hands run through the neatly slicked back mop of brown hair on his head. His own arms looped around your waist, dragging you into his chest as tight as he could, closing any proximity between you two as he had certainly missed you after being away at military school for so long. He pulled his head from your neck, sliding one of his hands up your face to cup your cheek and gave you a slow and desperate kiss.

There were various groans, obviously from Lip, Debbie, and little Liam. The both of you pulled away from the kiss in laughter before Carl suddenly picked you up and spun you around. You giggled in delight as he set you down.

Seriousness and sympathy washed over features. “I’m sorry about Monica.” You knew all about Monica Gallagher. You knew Carl didn’t care much for her considering the only memories he really had were when she was either gone or when she was at her lowest.

“It’s okay. She wasn’t much a mom anyway.”

“I know.”

Nothing else was said about the matter as the two of you joined the rest of the Gallagher’s and Kev and V at the table to dig into the breakfast Carl made. You were impressed with the quality, and voices your opinion to the others. You all poked fun at how the Carl Francis Gallagher made such a delicious meal.

It had been a long time since you’ve felt the peace and happiness as you did eating with the people you considered more of a family then your blood relations. It had been lonely without your boyfriend around, and with the rest of the Gallagher’s paving their own way with jobs and school, they haven’t been around either. But you savored the morning you had with them, and the time you had with you boyfriend before he would have to sign back up for the next semester.

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[willowdied]

Playlist. List 10 songs that relate to your muse. Then tag 4 friends to do this! ~ C Y R I E L 

monster - dodie ~ “ a meter apart you blankly stare. we shout in our heads ARE YOU STILL IN THERE - well this ends bad then, we knew it would but we won’t eat our words cause they don’t taste good. ” 

belle ( reprise ) - beauty and the beast ~ “ i want adventure in the great wide somewhere. i want it more than i can tell. and for once it might be grand to have someone understand -- i want so much more than they’ve got planned ” 

im not afraid of anything - songs from the new world ~ “ listen to the calling of excitement - the lights are ready, pulse is steady i can start! never stop the calling of a challenge, blessing of the water on the stone and david loves me .... ”

interlude 1 - alt-J ~ “ she looks up at the blue and whispers to all of the above-- don’t let me drown - don’t breathe a lone. No kicks, no pints, no broken bones. ” 

pink pony club- chappell roan ~ “ i’m having wicked dreams of leaving tennesse. oh santa monica, i swear it’s calling me. won’t make my mama proud. it’s gonna cause a scene. she sees her baby girl i know she’s gonna scream. ” 

teir abhaile riu - celtic woman ~ “ she’s never been one to stay at home! home you’ll go and it’s there you’ll stay and you’ve work to do in the morning! give up your dream of going away. forget your sailors in galway. ”

the innocent - aurora ~ “  i have been a dancer but without her feet. i've been a lion but without it's teeth. in the moonlight i will lie awake drinking lava from the lake. you give your all and in return, you get a spark and watch it burn. ” 

corner of the sky - pippin ~ “  every man has his daydreams, every man has his goals people like the way dreams have of sticking to the soul. thunderclouds have their lightning, nightingales have their song and don't you see I want my life to be something more than long! ” 

firmer hand / do right - bright star ~ “ why why why on earth have you been so hardheaded since the day of your birth? why why in the world won’t you do us a favor be a good little girl? you’re the black sheep, a little lost lamb. ” 

once upon another time - sara bareilles ~ “  once upon another time before i knew which life was mine before I left the child behind me i saw myself in summer nights and stars lit up like candle light i make my wish but mostly i believed ” 

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#can't believe i used pink pony club in a playlist and not in a joking way #it took #everything in me not to deep dive into the song choices #i will say the last one is a adult cyriel with her family and the life she had longed to live tucked away but #the rest is mostly teenage cyriel #....this took so much time i have so many songs that remind me of her my LORD #no joke took me three hours alskdfjlsk #but this was fun thank you lots #( cyriel ~ tagged ) #( cyriel ~ headcanons )

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La Notte (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1961)

Cast: Jeanne Moreau, Marcello Mastroianni, Monica Vitti, Bernhard Wicki, Vincenzo Corbella, Gritt Magrini, Giorgio Negro. Screenplay: Michelangelo Antonioni, Ennio Flaiano, Tonino Guerra. Cinematography: Gianni Di Venanzo. Production design: Piero Zuffi. Film editing: Eraldo Da Roma. Music: Giorgio Gaslini.

Movie stars often provide a shortcut to establishing the backstories of the characters they play. Once we see the bruised intelligence of Jeanne Moreau and the weary elegance of Marcello Mastroianni, familiar to us from their previous films, we know something about their characters, Lidia and Giovanni Pontano, that the screenplay for Michelangelo Antonioni's La Notte doesn't need to tell us. We know there will be tension in their marriage, that Lidia will go for long solitary walks and that Giovanni will yield to almost any temptation that crosses his path. Giovanni is a successful writer, but the money that affords them a handsome apartment in Milan mostly comes from her, which gives her one reason to feel resentful when she's shunted aside by his celebrity. So La Notte is mostly about her lonely search for a raison d'etre while he indulges himself with the pleasures of the moment: the come-on of a sex-crazed woman in a hospital, a celebratory book-signing, a night club floor show, a flirtation with the beautiful daughter of an industrialist, a lucrative job offer from that industrialist. Lidia even seems to be trying to find ways of indulging herself the way her husband does: On her long walk through Milan, she plays at being a prostitute, throwing backward glances at men she passes on the street, though never making the essential connection. She tries to break up a fight between two young men from what seem to be rival street gangs, but when the shirtless victor of the fight pursues her, she flees. She gets a kind of erotic charge from watching a group set off skyrockets. And she escapes from the industrialist's elaborate all-night party, a kind of tepid orgy manqué, with a handsome young man, only to stop in mid-dalliance and ask him to return her to the party. And so at the end of the film we leave the Pontanos grappling in the dirt as the dawn appears, somehow destined to continue their perverse games. La Notte has more narrative coherence than the other two Antonioni films usually thought of as a trilogy, L'Avventura (1960) and L'Eclisse (1962), which makes it essential in understanding what the director is up to. I take the currently prevailing view that Antonioni is less interested in existential alienation than in the lives of women in a society that valorizes male aggression. Hence the pivotal scene in which Lidia meets Valentina, the industrialist's daughter who has been toying with her husband, and instead of fighting they reach a kind of understanding, an assertion of female moral superiority.

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#La Notte #Michelangelo Antonioni #Jeanne Moreau #Marcello Mastroianni

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Monica Rambeau fluff alphabet

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

She likes to go to museums, botanical gardens and planetariums with you. She's also fond of hiking, camping and bouldering

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Your compassion towards her and others. You helped her process the death of her mom and let her vent when she needed to

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Back to back or half spoon. She's like cuddling with a heater though, she's incredibly warm

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

She'd like to travel the world with you and have a nice home to come back to. She'd also like to take you to space but that might take a while

E= Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

Neither. She wants to make sure you're both happy in the relationship and make decisions together

F = Family (do they want one?)

Maybe when she's older and settled into one place. She'll probably want to adopt if she does decide she wants kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

She'll pick a random gift up for you occasionally but gift giving is usually reserved for more special situations

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

She likes to hold hands while you sit on the couch and watch tv

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them or the other way around?)

Not really, you've both stayed the same

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Not often, but if she does then she just talk with you about it. You're both adults, you can talk it out

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser?)

Yeah, buddy. Her kisses are sweet and taste like vanilla chapstick. She kisses you like she could lose you at any moment

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

She said it when you were relaxing together. There wasn't any hesitation to her voice

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

Yeah, she doesn't see why not. She proposed at a New Years party, but she pulled you aside to do it so it wouldn't be a spectacle or put you in a bad situation. It can be kind of lonely at times because she goes out on missions often, but she keeps you updated through text and FaceTime

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

Peach, you're not certain where she got it from but you don't mind

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's obvious because she brags about you and is clearly proud of you. She spends as much time with you as possible

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Are they rather shy when others are watching?)

She doesn't hide being in a relationship but actual displays of affection are subdued in public

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

She tries but she doesn't have it down just yet. She likes taking you out to see the stars

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Monica feels like she has nothing to hide from you so she's doesn't

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took about seven months of dating for your relationship to get really serious. It was about eight months in when you moved in together

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner?)

Pretty well, she's a great listener and you're comfortable enough in the relationship to be open with her. She's also great at telling when you're upset about something even if you're trying to not show it

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Her relationship with you is important to her but she'd never quit her job for you. Her job is her last real connection to her mom and she's not letting that go

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

She can still get kinda awkward and nervous around you especially if you're dolled up to go somewhere. It's adorable. Monica is also a big fan of Christmas, the decorating can be kind of frustrating but it's worth it

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

She is, especially when at home. She kisses your forehead a lot and she stays shoulder to shoulder when you cook

Z = Zeal  (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

She'll fight supervillains for you. If that's not love then I don't know what is

#Monica Rambeau #Monica Rambeau x reader #WandaVision #Marvel x reader

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Fics Fourteen, Fifteen, and Sixteen of A Very Marvel Holidays Anthology are Up!

HEY, PEOPLE! I’VE POSTED MORE OF MY A VERY MARVEL HOLIDAYS ANTHOLOGY! Fics fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen are up now on AO3! I can't believe I'm almost done! The prompts used for these next three fics?

14. (SamBucky) Sam Finds Bucky, a Hyades (a rainmaker nymph), That Became Snow Due to the Cold

15. (CarolMaria) Skiing Trip for the Holidays

16. (SamChi) One Night at the Bar After a Mission Over the Holidays

Wow, I only have one more installment of this series after this. Dang. Kind of weird when you get to the end of something. Anyways, here’s more info on those fics! Enjoy and have a very happy holiday season! 🥰

Title: The Lonely Mountain at the Edge of the World

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Rating: G

Word Count: 774

Prompt: Sam Finds Bucky, a Hyades (a rainmaker nymph), That Became Snow Due to the Cold

EXCERPT:

Sam wasn’t sure what he was looking at. Snow formed into human wandering down the mountainside. Sam stared curiously into the dark night, watching the moon softly light what had to have been a nymph missing an arm, spreading snow wherever he went. “I feel you,” said the nymph, a hyades if he was the one making the snow, turning his piercing gaze over to Sam, “Welcome, kind traveler. To the lonely mountain at the edge of the world.”

Title: Just Another Moment With You

Pairing: Maria Rambeau/Carol Danvers

Rating: G

Word Count: 780

Prompt: Skiing Trip for the Holidays

EXCERPT:

And there was still a lot about herself that Carol was trying to figure out. There was a lot that she was still trying to know. But if there was anything that felt right, it was this. Maria. Monica. They felt right. And Carol knew she couldn’t stay for long, knew the stars were calling too her, but at least in this brief moment, she could be there for them. So, she took them skiing.

Title: Meet Up at the Bar

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Shang-Chi

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,169

Prompt: One Night at the Bar After a Mission Over the Holidays

EXCERPT:

“You like him,” Katy had said the first time she saw him watching Sam in action months after Shang-Chi first met the man, unable to stop gazing at what seemed to be a metal angel floating down to the earth to talk it out with a rhino guy. “What? No,” said Shang-Chi, laughing, but Katy could see right through his words. “Uh-uh, I can tell,” she had said to him, “You like him.” “Don’t do anything weird,” said Shang-Chi. “Mm-hm. Sure. Not doing anything,” Katy had said, giving him a knowing nod that made Shang-Chi nervous because that totally meant she was going to do something drastic. “I’m serious,” said Shang-Chi, trying not to catch the attention of Captain America as he did his thing, calming down the guy in a rhino outfit by talking to him about his daughter, “No funny business, Katy. I never look cool around Sam as is. You can’t interfere.” “Okay. Not going to interfere,” said Katy, which definitely meant that Katy was going to interfere.

#sambucky #carolmaria #samchi #sambucky fic #carolmaria fic #samchi fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #carol danvers #maria rambeau #monica rambeau #shang chi #katy chen #fantasy au #skiing #bars #first date #fluff #holiday fic #holiday fic anthology #mcu anthology #holiday prompts #drabble collection #my fic #A Very Marvel Holidays

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✨tag 9 people to learn more about their interest

Thanks @itsjustaboathome @nico-cab for tagging me, ilyyy 💜💜💜

MUSIC

fav genre? i always listen to pop, indie, some pop rock and a little of rap

fav artist? besides my 5 fav boys i love Yungblud, Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Arctic Monkeys, The NBHD and a thousand more

fav song? of all time it's Iris - goo goo dolls

most listened song recently? Beggin' - Måneskin, for sure

song currently stuck in your head? fOoL fOr YoU - Zayn

5 fav lyrics?

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive. - Iris - goo goo dolls

If the truth tell, darling, you'd feel like there ain't enough dying stars in your sky. It's a tall tale, and it's only hello hello, no goodbye. - Only the brave - Louis Tomlinson

For your eyes only, i'll show you my heart for when you're lonely and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me when we're apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only. - If I could fly - One direction

Dear patience, if i pour my heart out, can you keep a promise? 'Cause the situation is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscious if i'm being honest. Feels like you don't even know me, just me and the stars can get lonely. - Dear patience - Niall Horan

If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover is the sunlight, to keep the goddess on my side she demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny. - Take me to church - Hozier

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? I only read novels and fantasy, it's my escape from reality.

fav writer? I don't have any fav

fav book series? Twilight (was the first one i read)

comfort book? any sweet novel

perfect book to read on a rainy day? My favs fics

fav characters? Augustus Waters - The fault in our stars.

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart?

"He's more myself than i am, whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." - Wuthering heights.

"No fundo todos nós precisamos de um abrigo para fugirmos de nós mesmos ocasionalmente." / "Deep down we all need a shelter to escape from ourselves occasionally." - Fanfic - How to wear a crown.

"Ele faz o quebrado parecer belo e o forte parecer invencionices. Ele anda com o universo sob seus ombros. Fazendo-o parecer como um par de asas." / "He makes the broken look beautiful and the strong look invincible. He walks with the universe on his shoulders. Making him look like a pair of wings." - Fanfic - How to wear a crown

"I fall in love the way you fall asleep slowly and then all at once." - The fault in our stars.

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more; that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds." - The notebook.

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? Rom com, drama, fiction, fantasy

fav movie? Pretty woman

comfort movie? Dear John

movie you watch every year? 10 things I hate about you

fav tv show? Grey's anatomy

comfort tv show? The big bang theory

most rewatched tv show? Gossip girl

ultimate otp? Morticia and Gomez - Adams family

5 fav characters?

Christina Yang - Grey's anatomy

Monica - Friends

Iron man

Blair Waldorf

Princess Merida

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

I'm tagging @zouis-exes-to-lovers @chrisltomlinson @ftdtvapor @quickpauseinconversations @thecolorsthaticantchange @hearyouhowling @louisnewera @thelarrielouie @louzier