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butteryplanet · 2 years
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pinkfairiesteaparty · 4 months
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Happy New Year!!! May your 2024 be filled with love, light and joy!
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ldr-is-my-life · 28 days
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damn you
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hakusins · 1 month
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My PC is having twins, just took on Robin's debt, the suspicion bar at the cafe is too high, Remy just declared war on the farm, Kylar is in prison and I'm just. 🙈
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tomsmusictaste · 1 year
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it has to be said
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deus-ex-mona · 4 months
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omg megurio ivdai yui4everalone r e a l
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merry-andrews · 4 months
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Johnny Cage moodboards :>.
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moregraceful · 6 months
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trick or treat :^)
this got. away from me...
Casey Schmitt is lying face down on Mike’s living room carpet. Tony knows of Casey Schmitt, but he has never met Casey Schmitt. He’s not really sure this qualifies as meeting, really, because Casey is fully a man down.
Mike gestures at Tony to step over the kid’s legs to get to the couch. Kid’s like built like a quarterback, all leg, but he’s not half as bright from what Mike’s told him, and Tony’s gonna spill his red wine all over Mike’s white carpet and then what? Tony told him white carpets were a bad idea. Dummy should have listened to him. Tony told Mike he would be the heart and soul of the Giants someday, that Craw and Belt would be out and it’d be him, and he’d have kids lying all over the house. Mike laughed him off, but who’s laughing now? Not the kid on the floor.
“Is he okay?” asks Tony.
“Nope,” says Mike.
“I’m fine,” says Casey into the carpet.
“He’s not fine,” says Mike.
Casey sighs.
Tony steps carefully over Casey’s legs and sits down on the couch. Mike steps much less carefully over Casey’s legs. He sits down next to Tony and kicks Casey’s thigh. “Roll over before you suffocate,” he says sternly. His tone is hot as hell, Tony’s neck feels warm.
Casey rolls over and stares at the ceiling. “Am I the problem?” he asks. “Is it me?”
“No, bro,” says Mike. “Stop quoting Taylor Swift or I’ll kick you out.”
Casey sighs again and throws an arm over his eyes.
Mike turns to Tony. “Heard you played Desperado tonight,” he says, faux-casually, but there’s a nervous look in his eye. “Chad in town?”
“Seasons change, man,” Tony admonishes him. “Summer turns into fall and what’s old is new. My heart’s never sore, it’s always whole. Despite—” he waves a hand “–it all.”
“But—” Mike grimaces. “When the tides change—”
“Tide goes out, the tide comes in, the moon rises early and sets late. Summer’s not endless, babe. No season of life is.”
“No, I know,” Mike looks down at his glass and makes a face at it. “It gets cold in the ballpark at night in the fall. Westerlies come off the ocean and there’s nothing that’ll warm you up on a long losing night.”
“October comes soon,” reminds Tony. “You’re pining for a skyline that doesn’t exist yet. Or may never.”
“Too soon. Not soon enough. No, I know, I know. All I need’s you, me, and this big old globe.”
Casey rolls. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he says, strangled. “Why the fuck do you two sound like book characters? Are you high? Do you have a secret life as college professors?”
Tony and Mike raise their glasses to him in a toast. “Love and life, baby, love and life,” says Tony. “Nothing like it.”
Casey blinks at them.
Mike knocks his glass against Tony’s. “Glad I’m here with you,” he says. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
They sip. Tony smiles at Mike and Mike’s eyes are bright.
Casey gets to his feet. “I feel better,” he says. “No, I feel weirder. Like, that was weird and uncomfortable. But better? I don’t think I’m gonna quit baseball anymore though.”
“Attaboy,” says Mike. “Go sleep it off in a guest room.”
“I’ll just go back to my hotel,” says Casey. He pulls out his phone to call a rideshare. “You guys have fun writing poetry, I guess.”
“Go listen to ‘Bitter Sweet Symphony’ by The Verve, you’ll learn something,” says Mike. Tony chokes. “Bro, how fucking old are you?”
Casey is already pulling his Airpod case out of his pocket. “Okay, daddy. See you tomorrow.”
He lets himself out, but at least he doesn’t slam the door like some of the kids Mike brings home. God.
Mike turns to Tony. “No, but really, but Chad’s in town?”
Chad’s a tender spot under Tony’s ribs, and under Mike’s ribs too, because what hurts Tony hurts Mike, even if they live two separate lives on two separate teams. They’ve seen each other through the good and the bad and the awful and the worse. Mike knows. And Tony knows Mike. “Yeah, in town for the last couple of games. Wanted to give the old man a shout out.” He sets his glass down on the side table. “It’s different for us, now.”
“Yeah,” says Mike. “No, I know.”
“Mike,” says Tony.
Mike makes a face. “Yeah.”
“Mike,” says Tony again.
“I know!” Mike sets down his wine glass too. “I just think about a future without you across the Bay and I get so sore, man. Like how many years am I gonna have to wait to have you all year round.”
“Five years and you’ll have your ten,” says Tony.
“Two years and you’ll have ten,” says Mike.
“I’m not retiring at 33, fuck you,” says Tony with a laugh. “I’d get bored being a house husband.”
“You could play with me,” says Mike hopefully.
“Fuck you, I’m not playing with Kapler either,” says Tony. Mike sighs as loudly as Casey did. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s fair.”
Tony pulls himself into a kneeling position next to Mike on the couch. “You got any other kids coming over to have career crises or do we gotta keep being responsible veterans?”
“C’mere,” says Mike, reaching for him. “Fuck them kids.”
Tony laughs and lets himself drop onto Mike’s body.
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theseventhveil1945 · 2 months
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the swimmer (1968) dir. frank perry
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whaliiwatching · 2 years
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knife dance
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ldr-is-my-life · 1 month
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about me:
15, girl, scorpion, pink, brazilian
a luv lana del rey, sofia coppola movies, my fav book is the bell jar, my fav smell is miss dior. im new here…
xoxo ��
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acocktailmoment · 1 year
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Poinsettia !
X3
Ingredients:
6 tablespoon Cointreau, or other orange liqueur
12 tablespoon 100% cranberry juice (unsweetened)
1 1/2 glass champagne (18 tablespoon)*
For the garnish: 1 rosemary sprig, whole cranberries
Instructions:
Place the cointreau and cranberry juice in a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake 15 seconds until cold. Strain the liquid into a champagne flute. (You can skip this step if the cranberry juice is well chilled.)
Top off the glass with champagne (no need to measure). Garnish and serve. (Note: You can also make a large batch of cointreau and cranberry juice ahead if desired, then measure out 6 tablespoons per glass.)
Notes:
*You’ll get about 8 to 10 drinks per 1 bottle of champagne. Make it non-alcoholic by using non-alcoholic sparkling wine.
Courtesy: A Couple Cook
This article was not sponsored or supported by a third-party. A Cocktail Moment is not affiliated with any individuals or companies depicted here.  
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allthingsscented · 8 months
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pink, sweet, and fruity sort of day 🦩
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magentagalaxies · 1 year
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i mean this meme 100% unironically btw (aka the past 24 hours have been pure shit for me but paul bellini sent a very supportive message and now i'm making memes about it to cope)
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