#rebecca evans

[ikvgai]

#leighton meester icons #leighton meester #icons #female icons #icons without psd #without psd #gossip girl #gossip girl icons #blair waldorf #blair waldorf icons #photoshoot #magazine #the roommate #the roommate icons #rebecca evans #rebecca evans icons #monte carlo icons

[in-my-zone]

Blair and Nate in another universe

#Blair Waldorf #nate archibald #twelve #the roomate #twelve x the roommate #white mike #Rebecca Evans #blair and nate

[tsukisdiary]

watching the roommate (2011) is a sapphic experience. you'll probably find yourself attracted to either rebecca or sarah

#the roommate #rebecca evans #leighton meester #minka kelly #i dont remember #the other girls surname

[bibuddie]

@canonbibuck hey. remember i said if we see tommy pick buck up and kiss him at the door i WILL explode btw? and you said i think my heart will stop? i couldn't get it out of my head. i hope you live near an AED.

"hey evan, you ready to go?" tommy says, his mouth creasing at the corner where he smiles and buck wants. wants to press his lips to the corner of tommy's mouth, wants to learn every curve and crease. he finds himself wanting to be pressed into a counter or a wall or even his fucking front door and thoroughly kissed. he wants to be held and he wants it to be tommy doing the kissing and that's a heady feeling he can't quite wrap his head around.

"evan?" tommy says, snapping him out of his head.

"sorry!" he breathes, tucking his phone into his back pocket. "got a tendency to get in my own head a bit."

tommy chuckles, an amused thing that sends sparks flying down to buck's toes. "so i've noticed." he rakes his eyes over buck then, his smile turning more smirk at the corners. "you look great."

"so do you!" buck rushes out, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. and it's true. tommy's dressed in a loose-fitting olive green shirt that makes him look massive and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans which cling to his thighs sinfully, and now that buck's properly seeing all of this, it's...well—

it's honestly driving him insane.

tommy's eyes crinkle, and he thinks about telling maddie he wasn't going to act like a 14 year old girl anymore but he has to physically fight down the urge to giggle. the older man steps into his space, his hand coming up and his thumb gently tugging buck's bottom lip from between his teeth.

"wha—"

tommy cuts him off with a kiss. it blows his mind how good this is — to just kiss with zero intention behind it. just kissing for the sake of kissing is something he hasn't really done a lot of, and he's still new to the whole kissing a man thing, but the way tommy kisses is unlike anything else he's experienced. buck actually feels smaller in tommy's grasp, and it's not overwhelming like he expected. it doesn't feel wrong or bad or anything any of the websites he's spent the past couple of days looking at warned him about. it—

it actually feels really nice.

tommy kisses buck with a slow, soft drag of his lips, his stubble scratching lightly against buck's chin. buck's hands eventually take up residence on tommy's chest, the steady thump thump of his heart a grounding presence before he floats off onto some other plane of existence.

they part eventually, their foreheads resting against one another as buck's eyes flutter open. "what was that for?"

tommy's smile is wide and unashamed as he shrugs, stealing a quick peck from buck. "just because."

he steps back then, taking buck's hand in his, and the slide of their calloused palms together sends another tingle down buck's spine that he chases after. he never wants to stop chasing it, actually. this feeling? the full exhales he's been able to take since tommy flipped his world on its head? the sheer wanting and feeling wanted?

buck's hand tightens around tommy's as they step towards the door. he's not letting any of it slip from his grasp. not anymore.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 spoilers #911 speculation #rebecca writes #sorry i think i just blacked out

[very-feral-lesbian]

the flag, im dying

#rebecca always provides #i love going back later and seeing what they each mean #911 #911 on abc #911 abc #rebecca lewis #911 s7 ep5 #911 season seven #911 s7 #911 season 7 #911 bts #bucktommy #buddie #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers

[ryebecca]

LOOK AT THIS ONE! LOOK AT THAT ONE!

#in which rebecca is unhinged and using capcut again #bob floyd #rhett abbott #miles miller #calvin evans #lewis pullman #video #*myedit #i'm laughing far too hard at something so stupid i swear

[hamarhemmo]

My favourite girlbosses ❤

From left to right, up to down:

Sanna Marin - Finland's prime minister

Barney Stinson - How I Met Your Mother

Patrick Bateman - American Psycho

Rebecca Bunch - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Barbie Roberts - You know who she is.

Larry Daley - Night At The Museum

Sharpay Evans - High School Musicals

DIO Brando - JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Five Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

#alright time to tag everyone #sanna marin #barney stinson #patrick bateman #rebecca bunch #barbie #larry daley #sharpay evans #dio brando #five hargreeves #himym #american psycho #crazy ex girlfriend #natm #hsm #jjba #tua #the umbrella academy #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #yes its a stretch calling barney effeminate but i do what i want #i just noticed that bateman and five are doing the same face

[literaryspinster]

Patiently waiting for the whole internet to discover Professor Marston and The Wonder Women again. It's always so fun the once or twice a year it happens.

#professor marston and the wonder women #luke evans #rebecca hall #bella heathcoate #angela robinson director #one of best and healthiest depictions of polyamory ever if not THE best #i know the real story was less romantic and more complicated but i'm sure i do not care #a good movie is a good movie #also a black lesbian director (she also made debs) hell yeah! #that shot of rebecca hall sitting by the window in her first scene made me fall in semi obsessive love with her and it's still going strong

[jgthirlwell]

Rehearsing today for the JG Thirlwell + Ensemble show at Big Ears Festival this weekend, March 23 2024. The group consists of Simon Hanes (of Tredici Bacci) on acoustic guitar and bass, Evan Allen (also of Tredici Bacci) on piano and accordion, Leah Asher (of the Rhythm Method string quartet) on violin and viola and Rebecca El Saleh (Kitba) on harp. Also joining us onstage but not at rehearsal is drummer Pete Moffett. In addition I will be performing the JG Thirlwell : Silver Mantis surround sound project on Sunday March 24, where I use electronics, prepared piano and theremin to create dark immersive universes. See you in Knoxville TN!

#JG Thirlwell #Big Ears Festival #Simon Hanes #Tredici Bacci #Evan Allen #Leah Asher #Rhythm Method #Rebecca El Saleh #Pete Moffett #Silver Mantis

[widowshill]

roger collins & victoria winters / mr. & mrs. maxim de winter

#you know guys i think lela may have studied a little hitchcock. it's possible louis studied some olivier. i think maybe so. #i love my gothic jane eyre adaption where they meet on a suicide cliff drive dangerously wife dies under mysterious circumstances. etc. #➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters. #gifs. #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #it's funny bc. ds does actually do rebecca. but the first ~115 eps are the real rebecca adaption. to me.

[cornfield-chase]

i just realized who violet and dain reminded me of…it’s lily evans and severus fucking snape..all the coddling and gaslighting; lily (/violet) eventually realizing he is suffocating her and yeeted away😔🪭🪭🤚🤚🤚🤚

#fourth wing #rebecca yarros #violet sorrengail #dain aetos #lily evans #severus snape

[probieravi]

“what kind of question is that?” if it sparks joy mwah 🥰

Eddie is pretty sure he’s going to die.

This, in and of itself, wasn’t exactly a new thought. After all, he’d fought in a war, been trapped deep beneath the earth, been shot by a sniper in broad daylight. Eddie knew that death was always waiting around the corner, waiting to snatch him. He knew that it was inevitable. But he didn’t think he would die from this. Not from Buck holding a baby.

Eddie’s seen Buck hold babies before. The other man is already wrapped tight around his niece’s finger, carting her around on his hip wherever he goes when he’s over at the Buckley-Han’s place, and there’s been a number of calls at work that have involved infants. But none of them have happened in Eddie’s own living room, and certainly not while Buck is shirtless.

Buck blinks up from where he’s cradling a pink-socked baby to his bare chest. “You’re home.”

“I live here,” Eddie replies eloquently. He’s half-certain that his ongoing mild freak-out about his shirtless boyfriend holding a baby is stemming from how much he had to drink tonight, but he can’t be certain. He might need to wait until tomorrow when he’s sober and ask Buck to recreate the scene. A moment passes where neither of them say anything, and Eddie adds, “You’re home.”

“I also live here,” Buck says, raising an eyebrow. One of his fingers is trailing absently over the bottom of the baby’s foot. “Did you forget?”

“Course I didn’t forget,” Eddie says. He toes off his sneakers at the door—Buck’s rule; before he moved in, Eddie and Christopher both walked through the house with their dirty shoes—and pads towards where Buck stands in the middle of the living room. He stops just short of passing the couch, pressing his fingers into the soft cushions. “Did you forget something though?”

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, as if he isn’t holding a blanket full of what looks to be a two-month-old baby in his arms.

Eddie nods towards him. “Did we have another kid without me knowing?”

He gets a smug sort of satisfaction at the blush that creeps up Buck’s neck. Even though they’ve been dating for two years now—and even though Buck was basically a parent to Christopher long before they got their shit together—the declaration that Buck is Chris’s dad never fails to make him blush. It’s cute, and Eddie doesn’t really consider himself the sort of guy who thinks things besides his kid and puppies are cute, but—Buck’s cute.

“No,” Buck says, after he’s regained some of his composure. “You know Amanda?”

Eddie racks his alcohol-riddled brain. “PTA Amanda?”

“Yeah, Sydney’s mom,” Buck says with a nod. “She needed a babysitter.”

“And you decided to offer your services on your one night off?”

“Actually, she asked,” Buck says, and looks down at the baby with a small, private smile, one that’s just tucked into the corner of his mouth. “How was I supposed to say no to little Violet here?”

Eddie leans against the couch. If he’s feeling a little weak in the knees, that’s between him and God.

“Do you wanna hold her?” Buck asks, trailing a finger over her cheek softly. The baby—Violet—coos, and Eddie knows exactly what she’s feeling, looking at Buck with his soft smile and his stupid fluffy hair and his even stupider big arms. Eddie knows what it feels like to be held by those arms; if he wasn’t a grown man, he’d probably coo too. “Eds?”

Right. Buck asked him a question. “I’m kind of tipsy,” he says, because it seems like the smart thing to do—not dropping PTA Amanda’s new baby. “But I can—”

He stumbles towards Buck, fitting a hand around the smooth skin of his tapered waist as he leans in, hooking his chin over Buck’s shoulder. He reaches around him, free arm coming to smooth a hand over Violet’s dark hair, trace it over her cheek. “Oh,” he whispers, and he can feel Buck’s grin against his face. “She’s really cute.”

“Isn’t she?” Buck says, a little dreamily. Or maybe Eddie’s imagining it—because he’s imagining other things, too; he’s imagining Buck holding another baby, one with soft blonde curls and bright blue eyes, with dimples and a laugh that’s bright and familiar. He’s imagining—he’s imagining Buck’s baby. He’s imagining their baby.

And he’ll blame it on the margaritas Karen and Maddie supplied him with if anyone asks, will deny that it’s a question that’s been lingering in the back of his mind for years now, but he says, “Would you want one?” He pauses, waits for Buck to twist his chin and look at him, something unreadable in his eyes. “A baby. With—with me.”

“Is that—” Buck starts, and then stops, turning in Eddie’s grip so Violet is cradled between them. Eddie’s hand comes to cup Buck’s elbow, his other hand on his waist tracing a soft back and forth pattern on his bare skin. “What kind of question is that?”

“Uh, a genuine one?” Eddie replies, and he feels woozy again, but it isn’t from the tequila. “It’s—it doesn’t have to be. We can forget I said anything—”

“No!” Buck says, a hair too loud for how late it is. They both wince, wait for Christopher to stir or Violet to cry, but neither comes. Quieter, Buck repeats, “No. It’s not—please don’t take that back, Eddie.”

“Okay,” he murmurs, hand sliding from Buck’s waist to his shoulder, up to his jaw. He brushes a thumb over the delicate bone of Buck’s cheek, leans forward ever so slightly. “Okay, I won’t.”

“That’s—you’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious, baby,” Eddie whispers, eyes flicking between Buck’s, down to his mouth, down to the bundle of baby in his arms. “I want—everything, with you. Everything you’ll give me. And if that includes another child—”

“Yes,” Buck interrupts, breath fanning across Eddie’s face. “Yeah. Yes. Jesus, of course, Eddie. Don’t you know I’ll give you anything by now?”

“I know,” Eddie says, and he does. He does, because they’ve been giving each other everything from the moment they met, before they even started this part of their relationship. “I know. Me too, okay? Whatever you want, ask for it and I’ll—I’ll find a way to give it to you, Buck.”

Buck leans in then, pressing his mouth to Eddie’s, a gentle pressure he feels all the way to his toes. “You know what this means, right?”

“Hmm?” Eddie hums, the back of his neck warm.

“We’ll have to start practicing making babies.”

And Eddie blinks, once, twice, three times, and it isn’t until Buck’s laughing, bright and warm, that he sputters, “That is not how it works!”

But if it makes Buck grin like this—well, Eddie did say he’d give him everything, after all.

send me a line of dialogue + i'll write a ficlet!

#buddie #buddie fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #prompt fill #i hope you enjoy lovie MWAH #rebecca 💌 #reply #like. i KNOW these are supposed to be the first line but I can't follow rules so #this is longer than anticipated whoops #chelsea writes

[bluen3hey]

2017  Professor Marston and the Wonder Women

#professor marston and the wonder women #angela robinson #luke evans #rebecca hall #bella heathcote

[yage-bejing]

Optical effects in the 2020s horror movie "The Night House"

#the night house #rebecca hall #sarah goldberg #vondie curtis hall #horror #2020s #evan jonigkeit #psychological horror #psychological thriller #ghost #cornucopia #voodoo #optical illusion #haunted #david bruckner #mystery #supernatural

[bibuddie]

i'll build a house out of the mess (i'll give you the best years)

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“I— I mean yeah! Definitely!” Buck’s quick to reassure him, nodding as he crouches down to decant some paint into the tray. “Although, babe, I don’t know why you keep checking in with me! I— I mean I’m completely flattered, don’t get me wrong, but it’s your house, Tommy. Ultimately, the only opinion that matters on any of this stuff is yours.” A silence settles over them as Buck continues setting up the paint in the tray, and Tommy opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, trying to figure out a way to say what he wants to without sounding like he’s lost the entire fucking plot. “It’s not.” “It’s not what, babe?” Evan says, not even looking up. Tommy’s almost glad, is the thing. He feels a little frayed raw, somehow. A little more exposed than he planned to be. “It’s…it’s not just my house, Evan.” He begins, wetting his lips, his hand flexing around the paint roller. “It’s…it’s also going to be yours, one day.” (Tommy buys a house. Both him and Buck have some feelings about it.)

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tags below the cut!!

@usereddie @bucktommys @canonbibuck @honestlydarkprincess @swiftietartt

@bigfootsmom @loveyouanyway @buckdatesboys @messyhairdiaz @evankinard

@hepbaestus @queerbuck @nilshki @comfortbuddie @babyboybuckley

@silassstingy @zouisalmightie @bisexualdisasterbuckley @alex1424

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #rebecca writes #it's literally almost 2am idk what happened to me this is so... #anyways! here u all go <3333

[moviemosaics]

She Came to Me

directed by Rebecca Miller, 2023

#She Came to Me #Rebecca Miller #movie mosaics #Peter Dinklage #Emmet O'Hanlon #Isabel Leonard #Anne Hathaway #Harlow Jane #Joanna Kulig #Brian d'Arcy James #Evan Ellison #Marisa Tomei #Chris Gethard