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whereisyourheadkathryn · 10 months
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So, someone else here has already pointed out that the first letter of each word in Aziraphale’s playlists spells out “Ineffable”. Now I am delighted I can add that the first letter in Crowley’s spells out “Tempting”.
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infamous-if · 7 months
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Posted a short Seven x Avina drabble (in Avina's POV) in a new series I'd like to call An Unlikely Friendship. Available for both tiers!
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mafaldaknows · 4 months
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If we’re seeing it, it’s a show. And this one is especially stupid.
Found in the comments 😆💀⚰️🤭:
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jojotier · 5 months
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watching "i'm in love with the villainess" and highkey did not expect to get hit in the face with "the protagonist is a gay woman who not only talks candidly about being a gay woman but also expresses that even in this otome world which is handpicked to give her romance she doesn't expect the girl she loves to love her back because she's been conditioned for her entire life to view her love life as "other" so she's fully prepared to get crumbs if it just means getting near her"
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Peace Offerings
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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: Joel makes a bad impression on the reader when he cuts in front of her at the radio station in the QZ. Abe, a father figure to her and an informant of Joel’s, informs her that the two have something in common: A brother in Wyoming. Joel reluctantly follows Abe’s wishes when he asks him to take the reader along to help find her brother too. As the journey goes on, she finds that despite his best efforts to make her think so, Joel isn’t a complete asshole, and maybe even a little… attractive?
Series Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Violence, Grumpy!Joel, Sexual Themes, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)
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Part One:
I rose early, eager to get to the radio station before the hoard of people lined up. I slipped on a pair of jeans and my brother’s old sweatshirt, and rubbed the soft fabric between my fingers. It had been three weeks since I’d last heard from him. I’d been checking to see if he’d contacted me every day, and today wasn’t any different. 
I made it to the building and walked up the stairs, my body sore from yesterday’s body burning shift. I was relieved to see that there were only a few people lined up outside the room. I stood behind an older woman. She had her hands clasped in front of her face and she was muttering something. It didn’t take me long to realize that the woman was praying. My heart ached a little. I was unable to imagine what the woman was going through, but if she was desperate enough to pray, to still believe in a god, it had to be bad. 
The line was slowly getting shorter and I was biting my nails nervously. I heard the man call out “Next!” and I jumped slightly before turning to walk in. As I entered the doorway, I felt something brush against me, almost pushing me to the side. I looked to see who had the nerve to cut in front of me, and I saw a tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair standing over Abe’s desk. I walked quickly to the man standing at the desk as he slid a small folded up piece of tinfoil towards Abe. “Excuse me, but I was next.” I said sternly. The man looked at me, his eyes traveled up and down my frame, and then he looked back to Abe, blatantly ignoring me. I looked at Abe with disbelief and the timid, older man stood there stuttering. I looked back to the man and stepped closer, holding my ground, “I said I was next.” This time he turned his body to face me, and stared down at me with cold, dark eyes. There weren’t many things that scared me these days, but the coldness and lack of empathy in the man’s eyes made my stomach twist. “I had an appointment. Wait your turn.” He said, his voice soft, deep, and lacking emotion. I scoffed and pushed past him to get closer to Abe’s desk. “Anything from Matt?” I asked as I leaned over and gripped the edge of the wooden desk. Abe continued to stare at me, his eyes shifting nervously to the man occasionally. “Abe, you seriously can’t seriously be thinking of letting him go before me.” I said, gazing back at the angry looking man behind me. “Joel hasn’t heard from his brother either. Same amount of time.” Abe stuttered. “Okay, and?” I pushed, folding my arms over my chest. “Both of the calls were from the same place,” he said quietly. The man behind me was clearly annoyed that Abe was sharing his information. “Wyoming?” The man, Joel, and I asked in unison. Abe nodded. 
I stood there, eyes shifting between the two men. The man named Joel had his arms folded across his chest and his eyes trained on the floor. “So you two can do what you will with that information.” Abe said as he sat in his chair and opened the tin foil pouch to reveal cigarettes. “So nothing new?” Joel asked. Abe shook his head side to side. “And for me?” I chimed in. “Nada.” Abe sighed as he lit the cigarette and took a few puffs. I sighed in frustration and turned to walk out the door. “Thanks, Abe.” I said before glaring at Joel and saying pettily, “Good luck with your brother.” 
I began to walk down the hall but paused outside the door. I couldn’t help myself from eavesdropping the rest of their conversation. I didn’t hear much since they were speaking quietly, but every now and then I would hear the man, Joel, get louder out of frustration. “I’m not taking her, Abe. I can barely keep myself alive, much less another person. Does she even know how to use a gun? Camp in the woods? I mean look at her.” His words caused me to clench my jaw in frustration. Yes, I knew how to use a gun. Yes I knew how to camp in the woods. “What a fucking prick.” I said under my breath. The conversation ended and I heard the man’s footsteps nearing the door. I stood up straight, preparing myself for confrontation once again. “You’re not taking me where?” I blurted as soon as I caught sight of him. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me before rolling his eyes and continuing on his path. I followed after him, having to jog to keep up with his rushed pace. “Hey! You cut in front of me so the least you could do is tell me what the fuck you were talking about on your ‘appointment.’” I pressed as I jogged down the stairs, almost tripping. He stopped and turned around at the door, his hand gripping the doorknob, “It was a private conversation that I paid for and is none of your damn business.” He turned the doorknob and walked out, not bothering to hold it open for me. 
I walked back to my dingy apartment and plopped down onto the dusty couch. I was still angry from the past confrontations and the rude, selfish man at the radio station. If he weren’t such an ass, I’d probably be planning out a route to find our brothers, but at this point, going alone seemed like it was the best option. I grabbed my map from in between the couch cushions and opened it. My eyes gazed over the intersecting lines and boundaries of the country. I traced a route from the Boston QZ to Wyoming with my finger. I did some mental math and figured out that I could make it there one foot in about 2 months. “Better start packing.” I whispered to myself before grabbing my backpack from beside the door and walking to my bedroom. I shoved a few changes of clothes, as much jerky as I could fit, a full canteen, my knife, ammo, and my handgun into the backpack. With a lot of difficulty, I finally got it closed and I flopped onto my bed. 
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and was jolted awake by a loud knock at my door. I sat up and blinked the sleepiness from my eyes before walking to the door. I peered through the dust filled peephole and could only make out the figure of a man standing in front of the door. He went to knock again, but I pulled the door open. It was Joel. I stared at him, unable to hide the confused and fearful expression on my face. He looked annoyed, “I knocked three times. Almost left.” He mumbled. “I was sleeping.” I said coldly, “What do you want- more importantly, how did you find me?” I questioned. “Abe.” He said as he pushed past me and walked into my apartment. “Make yourself at home.” I said snidely. He looked around, taking in the sadly decorated apartment. Pottery barn wasn’t easy to come by in the QZ. 
He walked to the kitchen counter and leaned backwards before crossing his arms over his chest once again. “So?” I asked, copying his position from across the room. He drew in a breath before saying “I’m going to Wyoming to find my brother. Abe asked me to take you with me. He’s done me a lot of favors, so I owe it to him.” I smiled at Abe’s concern for me. He had been like a father to me since I’d arrived in the Boston QZ. He’d done a lot of favors for me too. “You have a gun?” He asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I nodded. “You know how to use it?” I rolled my eyes and nodded again, “Yes, I do. My dad was a cop and would take me- anyway, yes I know how to use a gun. I also know how to camp in the woods, if you’re worried about that too.” I enjoyed the feeling of throwing his own words back in his face. He pressed his lips together and nodded, “We’ll leave this morning, before the sun comes up. If you’re a minute late I’m leaving without you.” He grunted as he pushed himself off of the counter and walked towards the door. “Wait,” I blurted, he stopped and looked back at me, his hand never leaving the doorknob, “Thank you.” He shook his head, “Don’t thank me. Thank Abe.” The door closed loudly behind him. 
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starry-bi-sky · 6 months
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one of the funnier things that's happened to me while playing Baldur's Gate was that in Act 2 I still hadn't romanced anyone because I slept through the tiefling party, but I still wanted to romance a companion. And when I took a long rest I was disappointed to see that no one had anything to say to me, so I went to go talk to Withers. And upon starting the conversation the first thing he says to me is basically "why are you single".
Which, okay, damn old man. I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed but also it's not like it was on PURPOSE. I wanted to romance Gale because he's charming, but no dice despite having 100 approval. I was not having much luck.
So after finishing up the conversation and having no one else I needed to speak to, I decide to go and take a long rest and finish up the day. Bam. Immediately upon long resting I get Wyll's romance cutscene where he asks us to dance.
Funniest chain of coincidences in this game so far. I like to imagine that Wyll overheard the conversation and, having been pining quietly, decided to shoot his shot. And it worked.
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cosmophoriia · 20 hours
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"behind the cameras" : streamer x influencer prompts.
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ღ request from: @inlovewithpandora. streamer/influencer prompts — both characters are popular and they decide to start dating behind the scenes and keep their relationship private so they can enjoy it and maybe later on they pop out and their fans go crazy.
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"when we do tell people we’re dating, they’ll freak out."
character b waking up from a nap, wanting character’s a touch and forgets that a is streaming and only notices when they climb into a’s lap.
^ “is that [name]?!”
character a planning to get food and goes to ask b what they want and forget that b is doing a video.
^ “you want anything, im about to go buy some food?” “yes i can go for some food.”
^ b forgetting to edit that part out and people are going crazy in the comments.
character a making a secret account to comment under b’s post to not cause suspicion.
character b watching a’s stream and gifts subs and commenting, “loving the stream.”
^ character a smiles so much at the comment that people are now questioning it in chat.
character b not knowing that character a is streaming and walks in.
^ “hey babe, i missed y…” “oh shit, i didn’t know you were streaming.”
^ “wait i know that voice.” “are we just skipping over the fact that they said “babe” or is it just me that heard that.”
character a tells chat that they have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner and chat doesn’t believe them.
^ “yes they’re real.” character a laughs as they try to catch up with chat.
character a and b manage to keep their relationship a secret and they make a stream, bringing their relationship to the public.
character a invite character b to play games on twitch and everyone is loving the chemistry they have together.
character b rates character's a outfits for their youtube channel and has to remember not to say anything crazy so people don't know they're dating.
character b is worried about keeping the relationship a secret and character a reassures them that they will tell the people when they're ready.
character b gets jealous when seeing people shipping character a with another streamer and is moody for the rest of the day until a questions what's wrong and reassures them that they are the only one they want.
character c accidentally outs their relationship unintentionally and character a and b wakes up to a lot of notifications and make a video of why they hid their relationship.
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booktineus · 10 months
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Love, Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood
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Love, Theoretically has usurped The Love Hypothesis as my favourite Ali Hazelwood book. Let’s see if I can articulate why 😅
Like all of Hazelwood’s books, I found this incredibly easy to read. I flew through it, finishing it in a day or two (instead of sticking to the readalong schedule oops). It’s got the same humour, science references (which I loved because I like science, though I’m bad at physics), and some fun character cameos and Easter eggs.
I need to take a moment of appreciation for the side characters! Millicent is a riot; Greg is precious and deserves to be protected at all costs. I wish they (and Cece with her mysterious Kirk) had more page time.
My two favourite things about Love, Theoretically were Elsie’s growth and Jack.
Elsie is a people pleaser who adapts herself to whatever she thinks people want her to be, even when it’s detrimental to her life. I related to those aspects of her personality WAY more than I thought I would 🫣 It was empowering to see Elsie find a person she could truly be herself with and learn to speak up for what she wants and desires.
Now, Jack! Where do we find our own Jack? 😍 He was so supportive while also knowing exactly how to push and encourage Elsie to step out of her comfort zone and speak up. He’s also the definition of the “he falls first” trope and I admire he was willing to step back and wait for Elsie to be ready. Their opposites-attract relationship might just be my favourite of all Hazelwood’s couples.
Thank you, Hachette Australia, for sending me a copy of this one as part of a Tandem Collective readalong.
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audreyrosebooks · 2 years
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✨ HAPPY RELEASE DAY TO ✨  HOW ZELDA MARRIED DEATH ✨
💀 For centuries, Death has only known the Work, the reaping and administrating of souls. Their routine is disrupted when a mortal named Zelda refuses to die and offers Death her hand instead.
With great befuddlement, Death accepts.
Husband and wife have little in common. Death is grim (ha!) and work-oriented, perplexed by the intricacies of relationships. Zelda is beautiful and can do no wrong. (She’s also quite good at hijacking blurbs.) As Death and Zelda navigate their unconventional marriage, the affection between them grows, resulting in a relationship that is as sweet as it is whimsical.🌹
🌹 HOW ZELDA MARRIED DEATH is a low-plot novella that mixes fantasy, romance and comedy. Perfect for a quick, sweet and funny read!
🌹Yo can buy the ebook and the paperback NOW on Amazon.
🌹 Watch the lovely book trailer here!
🌹 You can also add the book to Goodreads!
🌹 Content warnings: Death is obviously a theme that is present throughout the story, generally treated lightly. Sexual content is fade to black but discussed a fair amount.
🌹 Reviews & Ratings are appreciated, as are reblogs & shares!  ❤️
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y-rhywbeth2 · 4 months
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All things considered - much as I love EIlistraee - the Vhaeraunite player in me is incensed that my only options are Lolthite drow or "Seldarine" drow.
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liliallowed · 2 months
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lili smash or pass:
tall dust: pass
short dust: platonic smash
chubby dust: HUG AAAAAAAA I MUST HUG
buff dust: smash (not really. I'd fucking die)
skinny dust: platonic smash
snake dust: smash (worth dying)
every other dust: platonic smash
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Our Fine Novelist Richard E. La Motte Is Making His Books Buzz Through Media Outlets With This Special Author Spotlight and Featured Article Seen On CNBC, Newsbreak, & Many Others. . .
Our Fine Novelist Richard E. La Motte Is Making His Books Buzz Through Media Outlets With This Special Author Spotlight and Featured Article Seen On CNBC, Newsbreak, & Many Others. . .
Author Spotlight & Interview with California Author Richard E. LaMotte Author Richard E. LaMotte With His Book The Song of Ramon and MariaPhoto byBookBuzz Richard E. LaMotte is an accomplished author and writer. Now retired from the film and motion picture industry, Richard is devoting his time to his love of stories and spending time with his wife Patricia in Valencia, California. His newest…
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oh-my-damn · 1 year
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I didn't see ANY of his family there. Are we thinking this is a coincidence? Aren't they normally there? I feel like there's almost always an Evans family photo with his mom or sisters or both, sometimes his brother but he might be busy with Barbie stuff.
I'm by no means the most accurate of intuitives but I seriously get the feeling lil miss had a shit fit and demanded to go and her publicist went along so she wasn't lonely when Topher was busy pretending she wasn't there. I honestly do not get the vibe his family likes her and it's causing a divide.
So romantic.
This whole thing is super romantic, anon!
Even Buzzfeed agrees!
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And just to clarify... This is NOT edited. This is from the original Buzzfeed article from November 14, 2022.
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mafaldaknows · 8 months
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LOL I'm sorry but can we not? It's what they want us to think - that this is all real and they're genuinely fucking. Timmy looked "comfortable" cause he was high as a kite and at a Beyonce concert. Not cause he was with her. And if he's so comfortable with her why didn't they just "come out" like a normal couple? Why play all these PR games for months? Doesn't make sense unless it's ALL staged. What happened to the charmie fandom where some are actually buying into this latest sham? It's just like all the others and will likely be over soon.
Hello, Anon:
While I can’t speak for the fandom, please allow me to clarify my thoughts on the matter, lest you think I’m someone who’s buying what they’re selling.
To me this alliance looks like a calculated PR campaign for a specific purpose precisely due to all the evidence that shows that it’s been obviously staged to manipulate popular opinion about the principals involved. If he’s high while doing it and enjoying himself with her at a Beyoncé concert, that’s their business, I suppose.
But there’s no getting around the fact that they’ve made their business everyone else’s business by broadcasting it with clockwork regularity to the media, to make sure that everyone makes it their business to notice their business.
Despite how unrelentingly one-sided the PR for this relationship has been (and what authentic relationships have PR to advertise it?) both of them have enjoyed the benefit of their names circulating in the press for months now, coincidentally (or not) at a time when promos for movie projects for one of them are not allowed due to the SAG-AFTRA strike, and the other desperately needs an public image makeover ahead of new product launches.
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It makes sense, given their ambitions: it’s all business, all the time. Now, more than ever.
I don’t think anyone outside of this small circle of players has enough information to determine if this romance is authentic or if we’re all being played. Perhaps it’s possible that both things can be true at the same time.
Only time or Tim will tell.
Thanks for your comment. 😁❤️
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thirdmagic · 10 months
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the thing about being so deep in fate fandom during your formative fandom years and specifically the VN fate/stay night and then only fate/zero and maybe fate/extra, without any of the other spinoffs. is that it really trains the resistance to het* out of you
*specifically het that isn’t of the “awful forced romance written to appeal to a very specific audience in a mainstream hollywood film with 10 men and one woman whose entire personality and characterization is Girl” variety, the one that made you resistant to het in the first place because these kinds of stories are what dominated your media landscape, before you discovered other types of stories and went ‘oh hey, even het romance can take on many forms and hit the same notes in your brain as queer romances do, and it’s not always like That’
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cherishsims · 8 months
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Fatal, this attraction Yeah, we might just end up crashin' But I'm ready if it happens with you Meet me out in Cali when I'm far away from family And I need someone to hold onto
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