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mashedbootatoes · 6 months
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Doodle dump
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taakiitoo · 8 months
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Headcanon🤔
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favorite-characters · 11 months
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𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕕
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Krysten Ritter as ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀɢᴏʟɪs × Aaron Paul as ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀɴ (S02.E01-13 • 2009)
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anelimjolie · 2 years
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Going through memories like they were movie scenes
- Jesse and Jane, El Camino
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wolfish-nightmares · 27 days
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jtexplorer · 6 months
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Marvel, if you really want people to get excited about Mary Jane becoming Jackpot, this is really the only way to do it.
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Me watching the spider-man fandom scream and cry about Paul even though we know Peter’s gonna get back with MJ because he always gets back with MJ because they’re literally written to end up together and they’ve been ending up together for literal decades
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boardchairman-blog · 2 years
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**Shots of the Episode**
Hacks (2021)
Season 2, Episode 6: “The Click” (2022) Director: Paul W. Downs Cinematographer: Adam Bricker
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fastlikealambo · 24 days
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hi all, call me jane! here are the two upcoming dune fics I will be writing.
holy crowns || paul atreides x black! reader
summary: it was supposed to be your sister, your bene gesserit trained sister molded by the great houses, spy for the imperium. with no warning, paul chooses you instead and changes your life forever. some call him messiah, others an abomination, but you will call him husband. this will be a multi chapter work and 18+only.
gospel of pain || feyd-rautha harkonnen x black!reader
summary: you've heard the rumors, you know what becomes of his concubines. to survive your wedding night, you will make him worship you as his wife the only way he understands. this will be a one shot and 18+ only.
if you'd like to be tagged in either story or both, please comment!
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wordstome · 5 months
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the execution of lady jane grey
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I got drunk and Tiktok showed me history_alice's video about this painting by Paul Delaroche. And since God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, have some medieval executioner König x fem mc. Also, Lady Jane Grey was executed by Mary Tudor (Bloody Mary), not by Henry the VIIIth (the one with the six wives), but I blended the stories just because I can.
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König doesn't ask questions.
It's never been his job to ask questions. The king points, and he does the dirty work. Most of the time, he takes pleasure in it: thieves, rapists, murderers, they all answer to his justice. And sure, a true loyal citizen might argue that he's simply enacting the king's justice, but it's König who swings the axe, is it not? In the end, König decides their fate.
In theory, anyway. In practice, this is simply his job. He keeps his head down and does what he's told. He stays quiet about the king's secret executions, the ones that happen in the dungeons instead of out in the open courtyard where the smallfolk gather to watch. It's hypocritical, honestly. They all look at König like he's a monster, some spectre of death among men, but when there's a public execution to be held, are they not the ones clamoring and pushing to be at the front?
There are some times when the king's executions are more...dubious. An advisor who voiced dissent one too many times. A thief stealing barley from the royal stables to feed his family, made an example of. A young man, just a boy really, accused of murdering four grown men—convenient, considering all four men's wives had been found in the king's bed at some point or another.
Those are the executions König prefers not to think about. The ones that haunt him in his dreams anyway. Those are the ones that make him yearn for his days in the army: when the people he killed were as faceless as his hood was to them, when he didn't know them and didn't have to think about the loved ones they left behind. König's never claimed to be a good person, the opposite in fact. But sometimes when he brings the blade down, he imagines a different, more royal neck on the block instead.
He feels this way now, as he watches her make her way to the block.
She's ethereal in her petticoat, the soft silken material reflecting what little light there is in the cold stone room and bathing her in a warm glow. Gentle and obedient into her own grave.
The king's wife. Sent to the block for treason, of all things. But everyone knows the truth: he's only killing this poor woman because he plots to put his latest mistress on the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this sweet young thing was the king's main obsession. She stood no chance at all, the daughter of a local lord currying favor with royalty. And now, she's being put to death through no fault of her own. The injustice grinds König's teeth, and takes his mind to a dark, dangerous place.
If she was his, he would never so much as let another woman cross his mind again. He's seen her about the palace grounds, with her beautiful bright eyes and lively smile, skirts trailing behind her like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. Just watching her had made him feel young again, no longer the brutish old soldier everyone averted their eyes from.
He's only spoken to her once, but he'll never forget it. He had been in her way, but she was the one who apologized. Most people would have seen the hood and backed away in fear, but not her. He watched, frozen and unable to say a single word, as she curtseyed and looked at him with, of all things, a shy curiosity. For one still, breathtaking moment, he held her gaze in his, and he felt like they were the last two people remaining on earth.
Then her lady in waiting had touched her on the elbow, and the spell was broken as they continued on their way. But König had never forgotten.
That same lady in waiting is here now, eyes puffy as she holds the queen's elaborate dress and jewelry in her lap. She had chosen to take it off, so as not to stain the expensive fabrics with her blood. How can she be so considerate of others, when the whole world has failed her so?
She turns to him, trembling like a little bird, and meets his gaze. The words come out before he can help himself.
"I beg your forgiveness," he blurts out, and almost immediately mentally scolds himself. What right does he have, of all people, to ask for her grace?
"Of course, sir," she says, her voice clear and sweet. Surely, he can't feel any more wretched than he does right now...and then she speaks again.
"I only pray you dispatch me quickly..." She turns a fearful eye to the wooden block, sitting almost innocently on top of the straw laid down to soak up her lifeblood. "Will...will you take it before I lay me down?"
"No, madam," he whispers.
She nods, and with a sudden streak of iron will, ties the blindfold about her head. König knows this is a kindness: she'll never see him coming. And yet his heart aches to see her cover up those beautiful eyes.
A loud sob comes out of the lady in waiting, watching her young mistress fumble around blindly. König's heart shatters when she lets out a little cry of confusion as the lieutenant of the prison rushes to hold her steady. "What shall I do? Where is it?"
König feels a sudden streak of anger, at the gentle way the lieutenant lowers her to the ground. The man clearly knows this is wrong, and yet will not lift a finger to help her.
Guilt strikes him yet again as he remembers that neither is he.
Or is he?
He stares down at her, this vulnerable little lamb sent to the slaughter, her pretty neck exposed for his blade, and he knows what he has to do.
The lady in waiting cries out in anguish as the blade lowers to the queen's head, causing her to gasp as the cold metal brushes against her skin. But instead of cutting her head off, König slices through her blindfold with a deft precision.
"What is the meaning of this?" The lieutenant demands as the queen scrambles from her kneeling position. König offers his arm, and she takes it, her hands warm against his sleeve as she stands up. The confusion is writ plain on her face, but her eyes shine with an innocent hope that only steels König's resolve.
"You," König says, pointing his axe at the lieutenant, who shuffles backwards nervously. "You will tell the king that she has been executed. If he asks for a body, find one: I don't care which one. And if you tell anyone what happened here today, I swear to you that I will water the earth with your blood, and the blood of every family member in your line." His eyes narrow at the lieutenant. "Do I make myself clear?" The man nods, stuck still with terror.
The queen's lady in waiting rushes forward, pressing jewels into her hands. "My lady, you will need these," she says urgently. "For wherever life takes you next." She gives König a determined look. "Take care of her, sir."
The queen's eyes go wide and round as she looks up at König. "I don't understand."
He kneels to her height, taking her hands in his. "I am taking you away from this place," he tells her, his voice low and urgent. "But you need to trust me."
She closes her eyes, and takes one deep, trembling breath before opening them again. "I trust you."
"Good." She yelps as he picks her up in his arms, hands instantly darting about his shoulders. "I am sorry, my lady, but we don't have much time."
She giggles, giggles, in his arms. "I don't mind," she says, with a mischievous little look that invites trouble. God, he is utterly fucked, isn't he?
"I can give you time, but not much," the lieutenant says. "Go!"
König doesn't need to be told twice.
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To be honest with you, I have no idea what this is. I wrote this in, like. An hour. I think a demon possessed me. I don't think I'm going to write more of this au, but who knows!
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favorite-characters · 11 months
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𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕕
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Krysten Ritter as ᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴍᴀʀɢᴏʟɪs × Aaron Paul as ᴊᴇssᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀɴ (S02.E01-13 • 2009)
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taylorswiftstyle · 3 months
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Out and about | New York City, NY | January 10, 2024
Little Lies 'Sweet Jane Olive Crushed Mini' - £58.00
Me asking myself how I’m supposed to live through the remainder of 2024 when we are officially 11 days in and 3 greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen outfits deep. Please hold me in your thoughts.
There’s almost a ballerina quality to this crushed velvet dress - from the soft material to the rounded scoop neckline, and fluttering skirt. Besides the rep-coded nature of its mottled green colour (I could even make the folkmore case for it being very foresty and moss-like) what I love is its sense of familiarity and how it calls back to the skater style dresses and skirts that Taylor has worn and loved throughout her career. This one by a new-to-her Scottish designer.
Worn with: Vivienne Westwood bag and Jimmy Choo x Jean Paul Gaultier boots
Photo by Robert Kamau via Getty Images
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ozzgin · 5 months
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Here's a complete list of all my horror works to date.
Alien & Predator
Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons
Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (II)
Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (III)
Predator x Predator! Reader Headcanons (IV)
Predator Headcanons: Predator! Reader in Tournament
Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph
Creepypasta
Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Offenderman)
Creepypasta x Tall! Male Reader (Ben Drowned)
Yandere! Creepypasta x Eldritch! Reader (Ben Drowned)
Yandere! Creepypasta x Chav! Reader (Ticci-Toby, Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned)
Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Ticci-Toby, Eyeless Jack)
Yandere! Creepypasta x Haunting! Reader (Eyeless Jack)
Yandere! Creepypasta x Reader (Jane the Killer)
Misc: Ben Drowned Fanart
Horror Movies & Games
Yandere! Valak x Reader
Pyramid Head x Reader
Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader🎃
Yandere! Hannibal Lecter x Reader (Thanksgiving Special!)
Monsters/Folklore/Mythology
Yandere! Monster x Reader [Werewolf]
Yandere! Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]
Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]
More monsters in Original Works
Work in Progress
Yandere! Monster x Reader [Dragon]
Yandere! Pennywise x Reader
Yandere! Bughuul x Reader
Yandere! Father Paul x Reader x Angel
Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph (II)
[Request] Yandere! Creepypasta x Bloody Queen Mary! Reader (Ben Drowned)
[Request] Eldritch!Ben Drowned x Yokai! Fox Demon! Reader
[Request] Yandere! Theatre Entity x Reader
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shellyshellshell · 20 days
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The Love You Want: Part Five
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Attn: Like I said… obsessed lol. Hopefully yall are enjoying my obsession nonetheless!
Word Count: 2,364
Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander
Summary: Lainey has her first sleepover with Sy, and Patrice’s vow renewal takes place.
Warnings: none that I can think of this time
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Part Four
After meeting the first Sunday dinner, they were becoming a weekly thing. Lainey was having so much fun learning about her grandparents and playing with Faye. They were currently sat up in Lou and Paul’s living room painting each other’s nails. Delia sat there watching them fondly when Sy joined her on the couch. He causally draped his arm over her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. She looked over at him and smiled softly.
“Mama,” Lainey says tentatively. “What is it honey?,” she questions. “Could I stay with Daddy this weekend startin’ Thursday night? I know you and Aunt P have to go get your nails done before the wedding on Friday, and I don’t wanna go. I’d rather spend time with him,” Lainey says. “If it’s alright with Eric, I don’t mind,” Delia replies. “Really?,” Lainey smiles. “Of course. I know he’ll take good care of you. Then you two can meet me down at the Magnolia Saturday for the wedding. I have to go early and get my makeup and hair done, and I imagine that’ll be boring for you anyway,” Delia replies. “Sounds good to me,” Sy says. “Thank you,” Lainey says before giving the both of her parents a hug.
“Thank you,” Sy says softly once Lainey is back to playing. “Of course. Anything comes up, you call me anytime day or night, but I’m not worried,” she replies. “I will,” he assures her. The girls are finished up with their nails so they head outside where Walter, Lou, and Paul are. “You ever have a night to yourself before Dilly?,” he asks. “It’s rare,” she replies. “How have you managed to…,” he trails off. “Date? Patrice would babysit but I quickly found it wasn’t worth it,” she shrugged. “Why not?,” he questions. “Because a handful of things happen. Mostly it’s “I don’t want a kid,” followed up by “I just want sex,” then a lot of guys are just flat out assholes. Some are also all too eager to have an instant family and that’s a bit concerning too. What about you? Sure you’ve had plenty of special ladies since me,” she tells him.
“Naw darlin’ you’re my only special lady. I’ve been with a few others I won’t lie, but it hasn’t gone beyond that,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone physically,” she admits. “What?,” he asks surprisedly. “The one time I was actually going to the guy was too aggressive. I shut it down. This is an odd conversation,” she chuckled. “Sorry. It ain’t fair I know, but the thought of anyone touching you makes me insanely…,” he huffs. “Jealous?,” Delia points out. “Yes,” he agrees. Delia can’t help but let out a giggle. “What?,” he asks. “Should’ve told you I was with like ten guys,” she continues to laugh. “Now that’s just down right mean Dilly Jane,” he says as he shakes his head. She raises an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, yeah. You wanna go out on the porch with everybody?,” he then asks as he gets up and holds his hand out to her. “Sure,” she replies as she takes it. He quickly laces their fingers together.
Thursday is upon them before they realize and Sy shows up first thing that morning to pick up Lainey. “You sure Eric? I know you’re busy now the garage is open,” Delia says. “Yeah baby, I’m sure. I’m gonna take her with me. I promised I’d teach her about cars, and I ain’t a liar,” he smiles. “Daddy,” Lainey says excitedly as she makes her way to him. He crouches down so he can grab her up in his arms. “You ready to go to work baby girl?,” he asks. “I’m so excited,” she said. She looked so cute there with her dad. “Here, let me get a picture of you two before your first day of work, huh?,” Delia said. Lainey put her arms around Sy’s neck and squished his face close to hers. “Perfect,” Delia says after taking the picture.
“Let us see!,” Lainey says excitedly. “You two look so sweet,” Delia says as she brings the phone over. “Please send me that,” Sy tells her. “Can we go now?,” Lainey asks impatiently. “Give your mama a hug,” he says as he sits her down. “Bye Mama. I love you,” she says as she squeezes her. “I love you too. Be good!,” she says while Lainey’s already scrambling to get in Sy’s truck. “I will,” she promises. “You gonna be alright?,” he asks Delia. “Yeah I’ll be fine. It won’t be annoying if I check in occasionally though will it?,” she asks. “Not at all,” he smiles before bringing Delia in for a hug. She lets herself lean into it and hears Eric let out a sigh.
“Feels so good to have you back in my arms Dilly,” he tells her before pulling back so he can look at her. He brushes the back of his hand over her cheek before looking at her lips. “I— I need to get goin’,” she says as she looks away. He puts his hand beneath her chin and tips her head back slightly. “Have a good day sweetheart,” he says before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek. He can hear her breathing hitch, and it takes everything he has not to kiss her right on the lips. He’s constantly reminding him self to take things easy with her, because all he wants is to hold her, kiss her, have her, but he can’t afford to scare her off when she’s been doing so well. “Have a good day,” she replies when he lets her go.
Works passes and Delia shoots Eric a text before she heads home. She wanted to check in without being overbearing. He texts back quickly though, sending her a picture of him and Lainey covered in grease. She smiles to herself before heading home. The next morning Delia and Patrice head out to get their nails done and eyebrows waxed before having brunch at this little restaurant called The Bumblebee. “So, how’s Lainey first sleepover with Sy going?,” she ask. Delia pulls out her phone. He’s sent more pictures. She starts with the one at the garage before swiping to more. There’s him and Lainey before bedtime, Lainey with bed head at breakfast, one of her playing with Aika, then another of the two of them fishing. “Awww. Looks like a great time,” she coos.
“Yeah they seem to be having a lot of fun,” Delia smiles. “What did you get up to after they left?,” Patrice then asked. “Work, then went home and relaxed to the full extent. You know as well as I do, Lainey is a good kid, but downtime is still rare, so I enjoyed myself. Read, ate junk food, watched a show,” Delia trailed off. “Pulled out the vibrator,” Patrice teased. “Maybe,” Delia chuckled, the mimosa making her feel light. “I dunno why you need it when you’ve got that man wanting you as bad as he does,” she adds.
“You are relentless P, I swear. I haven’t even let him kiss me yet,” Delia told her. “You should,” she insists. “Why are you so far this Patrice? I’m just curious,” Delia asks. “Because I’ve seen you be unhappy for years and I want my best friend to be happy. I know he hurt you, I’m not downplaying that, but he’s doing everything right now. And even more than that, he means it CJ. That’s rare, and you know that,” she says.
“Yeah I know. I’m just… easing into things,” Delia tells her. “Making him work for it,” Patrice adds. “I’m not trying to be intentionally difficult,” Delia says becoming self conscious. “I know honey. It’s gonna take its time. I know. I just want you to be happy,” Patrice says as she reaches across the table and takes Delia’s hand. “Thanks P,” she smiles softly.
Saturday the wedding prepping is in full swing and Delia is doing all she can to help make the day go as smooth as possible for Patrice and Elijah. That evening when everything is nearly together she’s sat in a chair in a robe getting her hair done. “I want it half up, half down. She’s got such pretty, thick hair. Be ashamed to put it all up,” Patrice tells the stylist. “I’ve got you honey,” she replies. After hair and makeup is done she reveals Delia’s dress. “Oh this is gorgeous,” Delia says as she runs her fingers over the lavender satin. When she puts it on, she looks over herself. It’s floor length, formfitting, with tiny straps. It’s dainty and elegant, and Delia loves it. “Girl… Sy’s gonna shit his pants when he sees you later,” Patrice says making her laugh. “Yeah well Elijah is gonna cry when he sees you. You look like a dream,” Delia tells her. “If he doesn’t I’m gonna need you to go across there and stomp his foot, make sure he tears up,” she replies, sending the both of them into a fit of laughter.
Just then there’s a knock at the door. Delia peeks out to see Sy and Lainey standing there. “Sorry this little girl has not stopped askin’ to see you since we got here”, he tells her. Delia comes out of the dressing room and into the hall where both Lainey and Sy appraise her. “Wow Mama, you look like a fairytale,” Lainey breathes as she holds her mom’s hands. “Thank you baby. You look beautiful,” she tells her before Lainey gives her a hug. “What do you think Daddy?,” Lainey asks Sy. “I think you’re right, she looks like a fairytale,” he agrees as he stares into Delia’s eyes. “You should give her a kiss”, Lainey then blurts out. “Lainey Beth you’re gonna get me in trouble, always busting me out like you do,” he chuckles. “One kiss won’t hurt. Can I see Aunt P?,” she says going from one subject to another. “Let me ask,” Delia says.
Patrice tells her of course Lainey can come in, and then Delia and Eric are left alone in the hallway. “She’s right you know?,” he then says. “About?,” Delia questions as he takes her in his arms. He’s got one arm wrapped around her waist while the other is cupping her jaw, fingertips lightly brushing through the back of her hair sending tingles down her spine. “One kiss wouldn’t hurt”, he whispers. He’s so close Delia can feel his breath fanning over her face. He looks into her eyes and moves closer, giving her time to pull away before he brushes his lips over hers. When she doesn’t move he presses his lips to hers gently in a tender kiss. He lets out a deep sigh before pulling back.
Emotion dances behind Delia’s eyes and damn it if he can help himself. He’s kissing her again and again, and she’s letting him. She’s kissing him back and it feels like a dream. Her dainty hands are splayed on his chest while he takes her breath away. He finally pulls back and lets his forehead rest against hers, as she catches her breath. “That was more than one kiss Eric,” she tells him playfully. “I know, but I just—,” he trails off. “Kiss me again,” she tells him, and he does. The surge of emotion she was feeling was totally unexpected, but what was the most surprising is how much she doesn’t want him to stop. When he pulls away again he looks down into her eyes.
“Feels right don’t it?,” he says. “More right than it should,” she tells him. “Naw baby, it’s exactly right. I’m all yours, and I should be the one kissin’ you every single day for the rest of your life,” he says with certainty. He leans down and kisses her softly once more. “You look so beautiful tonight”, he tells her. “You look really nice too,” she replies, making him smile. Just then Lainey squeezes out of the door. “We’ve gotta go Daddy. The wedding is about to start,” she tells Sy as she grabs his hand. “Alright baby girl. Let’s go,” he says. He caresses Delia face before letting Lainey lead him away. “Did you kiss her?,” Delia could hear Lainey ask as they got down the hall.
The ceremony went off without a hitch. The entire time Delia could feel Eric’s eyes on her and from time to time she’d catch herself letting her eyes meet his. When the reception started they did the necessary first dances before everyone eating and then cutting the cake. Delia was sat at a table with Lainey, Sy, Walter, and Faye. Elijah was a local lawyer so of course he knew Walter being that he was a detective. “You look nice tonight Cordie”, Walter said with amusement in his eyes. “Lookin’ pretty sharp yourself Detective Marshall,” she replied. Next thing she knew, Eric was rising from his seat and offering her his hand. She takes it gingerly and lets him lead her to the dance floor.
He seems tense. “What’s wrong?,” she asks as she looks up at him. “I know Walt is fuckin’ with me but I still don’t like it,” he huffs, making her giggle. “You think it’s funny?,” he asks. “Maybe just a little,” she says sheepishly. “Y’all are so mean to me,” he chuckles. “You’ll be alright,” she says as she cups his scruffy jaw. Her thumb is gently caressing his beard as their eyes lock. “I wanna kiss you again,” he then says. “Right here in front of everybody?,” she asks him. “Why not?,” he replies before noticing the deep blush on her cheeks. “Gone shy on me now darlin’?,” he asks. “Maybe,” she says quietly before he closes the gap. When he pulls away he smiles down at her before kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. “I love you Dilly. I know you probably ain’t nowhere near ready to say it back, but I just wanted you to hear it. I love you so much it takes my breath,” he says before kissing her again.
Part Six
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quotidianish · 8 months
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TF2 x ATLA AU :3
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Lore, close ups, and doodles underneath !
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Scout, Pauling, and Ludwig are the main three- scout, who’s an (admittedly shitty) airbender but not the avatar, who ran away after his father left. Once spotted by fire nation soldiers, he is presumed to be the avatar- and scout basks in the glory of his false identity. Pauling- a studious, too serious for her own good, non-bender, who’s Medic’s student. She’s of the southern water tribe, treating medic like her paternal figure after the disappearance of her aunt. Medic is (unbeknownst to pauling and scout) a blood bender who was exiled for his practices. He doesn’t seem to care for anyone or anything, also being very jovial and cheery.
All Pauling and Scout know is that Ludwig was exiled from the northern water tribe then fled to the south for an undisclosed reason. Pauling never bothered to pry and the Scout was too intimidated to. Here the avatar cycle has indeed been broken. It’s up to a group of nine ragtag men and one mousy girl to defeat Gray Mann.
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And the main three villains are soldier, demo, and sniper who're all fire nation folk. Sort of the team rocket; never truly competent enough to cause real damage, that or their hearts truly aren’t in it.
Soldier's a fire bender who specializes in jet propulsion and was kicked out of the army. He thinks if he steals back the avatar, they'll let him back in. A weapon since childhood, once a bully, always a bully, or so he’s heard.Character arc being the realization the fire nation army isn't worth fighting for. Surprisingly, he is very good with spirits, opposite to his best friend, Tavish, who despises them.
Demo’s just trying to impress his mum and be a good friend to the Soldier. People pleasing tendencies, that's his character arc. He's supposedly a non bender who's mighty good with swords; but underneath his inconspicuous-ish eye patch holds a combustion bending tattoo. Only Jane knows this. Well-versed in calligraphy.
Sniper is a 26 year old yuyan archer who was discharged for failing a mission while he was young. He joined the other two with the same goal as the Soldier. His yuyan archer tattoo still remains. He's a non bender with excellent aim, who grew up on the rural outskirts of the fire nation. His character arc is something about not adhering to expectations and learning who he's fighting for; a combination of the demoman and the soldier’s lessons.
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Spy's a crusty airbender constantly sporting a mask to hide his tattoos, and knife. Nobody has a clue where he's from and he takes orders from whoever pays him best. His airbending tricks are so subtle, the public believes him to be a crafty nonbender. Usually said tricks are only invisibility and voice alteration. While not assassinating political figures he traverses the spirit world looking for his wife, a fellow air nomad, avoiding physical aging in brief sprints of time. He returns on a well paid mission to kill the “avatar,” which was presumably the scout. Little does he know, that weird whiteboy is just some lame airbender. Who’s also his son. His bad.
Engineers the metalbender; an art perfected by his ancestors and passed down in whispers to him. I haven't developed him much. He teaches the Scout what he knows while obscuring information on how he got that metal arm. Him and the Pyro have a shared love of blacksmithing. From an explosion, he thinks..
Pyro's a spirit probably. Nobody knows what he is. Where he’s from? Pyro. What’s his gender? Pyro. Guy who sets things on fire. Presumably human judging by his questionable use of what looks to be fire bending. And also the Spy's companion! They met in the spirit world. He and the Soldier form a close bond quite quickly thanks to their good graces with spirits (to Tavish’s immense dismay).
Heavy's an earth bender who continues to win in underground fights. Residing in ba sing se with his three sisters and elderly mother, scout pauling and medic meet him in an earth bender championship. Despite what his appearance suggests, his patience is unmatched, which is his greatest strength. He has near -perfect seismic sense. He and the Medic get on quite well, and after the fire lord has been struck down, form a duo in the ring, earning even more won championships.
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George Harrison backstage in East Ham, November 9, 1963; photo by Jane Bown.
A few days prior, in Ireland:
“Another relative promised a fan that she would ask George for his autograph at the get-together [between George, his mother Louise, and her Irish relatives] in Drumcondra. She was as good as her word. [The fan, Sandra Grant - then 16 - recalled] ‘[A woman] happened to say that her nephew was on the show. I said, 'Who would that be?’ She said, 'George Harrison.’ I said, 'George Harrison! He’s my favourite.’ He always seemed to me to be the underdog of the group. He was the quiet, gentle one. I always had a sneaking sympathy for him. He was overwhelmed by the notoriety of John and Paul for their songwriting ability and Ringo for his personality and looks. She actually took out of her bag a Polaroid photograph of George doing the washing-up in the council house in Liverpool. She took out another photograph of him in the back garden with his parents. They were little, coloured Polaroid photos, like you got in those days. I begged her if possible would she get an autograph for me. She couldn’t understand how anybody could be looking for an autograph of somebody. But she said the family were meeting up later and that if she got an opportunity she would. 'She told me she worked at the hat counter in a shop on George’s Street. The next morning, instead of going to work I went straight to the ship to see if she had the autograph. I whizzed off on the bus into town and ran all the way from Eden Quay up to George’s Street. I was there at nine o'clock on the dot. I went in and recognised her immediately. I asked her if she had got the autograph. She said she had. There were counters there with very deep drawers where the hats would have been stored. She opened the drawer and took out the autograph. She gave it to me. I practically kissed her with gratitude and thanked her so very much for remembering me. That’s how I got George Harrison’s autograph.’” - The Beatles Irish Concerts (x)
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