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#you can pry this ship from my cold dead hands
mintedwitcher · 8 days
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Absolutely NOBODY EVER is allowed to say that Tommy doesn't like Buck just as much (if not more) than Buck likes Tommy. Nobody EVER can say that. This man worked a 10+ hour shift fighting a fire that left him Covered in soot, and his FIRST THOUGHT once it was over, was to get his ass to the hospital to be there for his date with Evan. Without stopping to change or shower or even wipe his damn face. No one is EVER allowed to say that Tommy doesn't care about Evan Buckley. I am going to bat for this man.
(Also something something "I walked through fire every day of my life because of you"/"love me anyway"/"sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast"/"so are you" invisible string theory okay goodbye)
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scrimblyscrorblo · 2 months
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More Uzugiyuu - I can’t stop, the brainrot, this stupid rarepair ugh TT
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turtledorkkkk · 3 months
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Rarifly + some silly sketches
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pinkomcranger · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games), Alan Wake 2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saga Anderson/Alex Casey Characters: Saga Anderson, Alex Casey (Alan Wake), Logan Anderson (Alan Wake) Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Nerves, Sharing Body Heat, Making Out, So much kissing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, exchanging gifts, Teasing, Puns & Word Play, More than partners, Romance, I avoided angst for once, Logan is the best daughter, reassurance, they love each other your honor, I love them so much they get a happy ending, IT'S STILL VALENTINE'S DAY ON THE WEST COAST, ignore the fact I live in the midwest, this still counts, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta we die like Taken Series: Part 3 of moving through the special days Summary:
Should they go out on a date? The idea makes her grimace a little, she’s not opposed to it, but there’s the minor hiccup of having to leave the city because no doubt they’d run into colleagues. She can’t count the number of times Casey has raised his eyebrow at her during their day, inside and outside of the office. He hasn’t been the least bit convinced by her reassuring smiles, not even her daily habit of kissing his dimples had hidden her nervous air. 
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ATTENTION EVERYBODY!
I WOULD LIKE TO POLITELY REMIND YOU THAT WINN SCHOTT HAS KARA DANVERS' COFFEE ORDER MEMORISED.
THEY CANONICALLY LEAVE LITTLE RIDDLES AND JOKES FOR EACHOTHER ON THEIR DESKS (if this is not canon, then winn writes riddles and jokes down himself. for himself to look at. which is weird, but he's weird. and that's okay.)
KARA KNOWS WHAT SCENTED CANDLE WINN HATES.
THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT-DOOR-NEIGHBOURS.
THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS AND THEY KNOW EACHOTHER AND I AM SICK OF PEOPLE OVERLOOKING THEIR FRIENDSHIP ARGH
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hawkzeyes · 1 year
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Now kiss 😚
Batman/Huntress: Cry For Blood #3 (2000)
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father-killjoy · 2 years
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I love them. I have always loved them. I will always love them. 💜💜💜
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thegayghost26 · 2 years
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Oz: maybe I should try out the new sound system
Oz: [plays music]
Speakers: [g note]
Damien: [stomps foot] wHEN I WAS
Damien: [punches wall] A YOUNG BOY
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kittyfrogchamp · 2 months
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JEANTONIO
They caught my eye ever since they did the little handshake thing.
I love them sm and will rewatch the entire show just to squeal at the times where they are mentioned or shown.
I really don’t care that they are the background gays, I will make intricate backstories for them that have no root in canon.
*Showers them in continuous affection*
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strawberry-soot · 2 years
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not to out myself as a lilia x trein shipper buuuuuut .................................. i made some edits
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they're on a date 💕
you can't convince me they're not cute but you are free to judge me for my vile shipping taste as much as you want to. just know lilia and trein will grow on you like dustly old mold and once you've fallen down the lilia/trein rabbit hole i will offer you biscuits and tomato juice but no ladder :)
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alicuntisms · 2 years
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come on, skinny love, what happened here  georgiana lambe x arthur parker, sanditon
[a drabble? the beginning of a fic? i don’t even know but it’s been done. no turning back now.]
“It hurts me, Arthur,” Georgiana says quietly, laying a hand on his forearm. He starts slightly, as if he is unused to being touched. “To hear you speak of your prospects in such a way. You are a kind and caring man, a good man. You would make any lady a fine husband, I am sure of it.”
His cheeks turn pink as he covers her hand with his own, patting it gently. The flips her hand around to feel his palm against her own, to wrap her fingers around his wrist. He exhales slowly, large brown eyes filling with unshed tears.
“You are most kind, Miss Lambe. Most kind, indeed,” Arthur murmurs, his voice lacking its usual joviality. He licks his lips and gently frees his hand from Georgiana’s. She finds that that is what makes her own eyes fill with tears. “I am well aware of my future and a wife and children are most assuredly not part of it. But do not fret. I have accepted my role in life as a most jolly uncle to his many nieces and nephews and is that not a happy role, indeed?”
Georgiana frowns deeply, her eyes scanning over Arthur’s face. He is not the most handsome of men - his large figure and shy gaze making it easy for any number of women to pass him over. To her utter shame and regret, Georgiana was included amongst them. But she is not blind to him anymore - has not been for quite some time and there are no other eyes on this planet she would rather spend her time gazing into, laughing with . . . loving.
It is reckless and foolish but Georgiana cannot stop herself from leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Arthur freezes, breath catching in his throat as Georgiana pulls away. There is a stirring in her belly that makes her want to kiss him again and again and again but when she looks up into his eyes all she sees is horror.
“Oh, Arthur,” she whispers, pulling back from him entirely, giving him the space he so clearly needs. Arthur flounders, eyes darting everywhere they can other than Georgiana herself. The stirring in her belly turns into a sick feeling that sinks all the way down to her toes. “That was foolish of me, was it not?”
Arthur’s mouth opens and closes. Once. Twice. Three times. Georgiana finds that she cannot bear it for much longer and moves towards the open doorway. She feels even more a fool realizing just how dangerous kissing Arthur Parker had been. Anyone could have seen and then where would they be? Compelled into a marriage that he clearly did not want? The thought is so abhorrent to Georgiana that she nearly cries from shame.
“Why did you do that?” Arthur asks her back, his voice barely above a whisper. “Miss Lambe? Georgiana? Why would you . . . I confess, I am most perplexed.”
“It was a kiss, Arthur,” Georgiana says over her shoulder, keeping her face turned away from him. She is embarrassed enough as it was, she did not need to add more wood to the flame. “As one does when someone they . . . love is in pain.” Arthur inhales sharply and her entire body goes cold. “I must ask your forgiveness again. It seems that I am at my most impulsive today. I shall see myself out lest I make anymore foolish declarations.”
It is meant to be a joke but the words come out sounding so very pained. She shakes her head and squares her shoulders before turning to look at Arthur again. Georgiana may be feeling foolish but she refused to be a coward as well.
He is staring at her as if he does not know her, as if they had not spent the past year getting to know each other, learning each other’s secrets and fears and loves. What makes them happy or melancholy or furious. There is so much that she knows about Arthur Parker and, yet, she feels as if they are seeing each other clearly for the first time.
“I will not ask forgiveness for the kiss,” Georgiana says softly, trying to catch Arthur’s eye. When he will not meet her gaze directly, Georgiana sighs and focuses on an errant curl that has wrapped itself around his ear. Oh, how she wishes she could comb it back with her fingers, that he was hers to simper over and care for. “For it was given in the most ardent of affections, dear Arthur, and I do not need forgiveness for expressing such a feeling. However, if I have hurt you, please know that that was not my intent. It is never my intent to hurt you, Arthur. For it would be like hurting myself, you see?”
“Georgiana . . .”
She does love the sound of her name on his lips. Georgiana smiles sadly, offering a shallow curtsy before wishing him a good day. He does not say anything, does not try to stop her, does not follow her. Georgiana tells herself that it is fine, that she did not expect anything from Arthur, that she never had. But it does not stop the tears from falling as soon as she has locked herself in her room. It does not stop her heart from aching.
Most importantly, though, it does not stop her from continuing to love him even if he does not feel the same.
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mxdnights0 · 1 year
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where is my mind . . ?
Title from the song where is my mind by pixies
Just a lil Mike Angst for the soul bc there isn’t enough
mike dies , he was in a not so silly goofy mood 
It all started on that cliff. The moment he realized he couldn’t do it without will, was on that day at the quarry. He was happy Eleven had saved him, but a part of himself wished she hadn’t. Mike knew, deep deep down, this was his fault. He was the reason Will had been taken that night. Will could have stayed the night, Mike could have invited him to. But he didn’t. And Will was taken.
A couple days later, he went back to the quarry and sat on the edge, wondering why it hadn’t been him. They were all kids, sure, but why would it have taken Will. The kid that was mercilessly bullied with slurs, the kid he had sworn to protect since kindergarten, gone. Just like that.
Then, they found him. Not just as a body dumped in the quarry, but in the upside down. Will was taken to the hospital in which Mike refused to leave his side. Not to eat, drink, or shower, at least until his parents dragged him home.
He had never had good parents. His mom cared when it was convenient and his dad was a horrible person. Ted Wheeler, the epitome of bad fathers. He was constantly judging and criticizing Mike or he was forgetting the existence of his only son. There was never an in between. 
Ever since Mike was little, he was never about to be the most masculine, or the most athletic, and that bothered Ted. But then again, Ted was Ted. He was never happy with his son or his older daughter no matter what they did. Nancy and Mike were different though, She stopped caring. He didn’t.
Fast forward to the next hospital stay, Mike was the first to notice something off. He tried, so hard to tell them. To let them know it was a trap. But they didn’t listen, they just didn’t. And now they were dead. He had to tell Mrs. Byers that Will was the spy, and that they needed to make Will sleep. He covered his ears, but nothing could block out the screaming he heard that night. To this day, the screams will forever haunt the nightmares it brought.
Then in his garage , he stabbed Will’s emotions 
“ It’s not my fault you don’t like girls! “
Is what he said, and that hurt Will, he knew it did. And he would never, ever forgive himself for it. 
So when the byers left, and El kissed him, he didn’t kiss back. It felt … wrong- like it wasn’t where his heart was. At that moment, he knew exactly what it meant. He was in love with William Byers, and so far in that he couldn’t pull himself out of it if he tried. When everyone biked home, he went to the quarry instead. And thats where he found himself now. 
So, to bring back to the original thought, as Mike stood by the quarry, walking the edge, and looking over occasionally. He didn’t WANT to die, but he didn’t want to live either. Will was gone. He was in Cali, and he was going to make new friends, probably forget all about Mike. He deserved it though, Mike had been a complete asshole to him before he’d left. 
Will deserved the world, more than he could ever give him, but it was okay, because Mike couldn’t get in the way anymore. He’d be gone before he could interrupt or bother anyone ever again. He took a step off the edge, and as he fell, he thought of everything happy that had ever happened in his life. Most of the memories contained Will, and all of the sleepovers, the dnd games. It wouldn’t happen anymore. He accepted it as a fact of life before it all went dark. As the water knocked the air out of him, he whispered one last thing. 
“ I love you “
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dearbraus · 2 years
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mikasasha is actually so special to me, my favourite girls, my best girls 🥹🥹
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yendts · 2 years
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buckingham my beloved
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The racism my beloved Simon had to face….my baby. 🥺💔
Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was “only about class” while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because he’s POC and S3 finally exposed that.
That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). 🥹❤️‍🩹
Wilmon forever. 🤎🤍
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lavaflowe · 1 year
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Sleepover💕
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