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fflowerbean · 2 years
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⋆ ࣪.✦ Ꮑ𝗘𝗪 𝗣Ꭷ𝗦𝗧 ꒷ ⋆ ָ࣪ ۰ 𝗖𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝗢N 𝗠𝖤 ⋆ ࣪ -
𝗅ⅈ𝗄𝗲 ᩁ𝗿 𝗋𝖾ິ-𝗯𝗅ͽ𝗀 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓈒𓏸 ꒱ ᖇᗩᑎᗪOᗰ IᑕOᑎᔕ ‹𝟹
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katherine-mcnamara · 2 months
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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ  ADDISON TIMLIN GIF PACK  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
By clicking on the source link at the bottom of this post you will be able to access #143 gifs that are 268x151 in size from Feast of the Seven Fishes.
These gifs were all made by me from scratch, for roleplaying purposes. Feel free to crop/resize/edit for personal use. Please don’t repost into gifsets/gif hunts or claim as your own. Please reblog if using. Hope y’all enjoy! 
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hillsidepacks · 21 days
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(PRIVATE COMMISSION) #300 medium, textless gifs of the actress addison timlin in science-fiction drama film life like (2019) have been privately delivered. If you are interested in commissioning me, please see link here.  
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e40536 · 1 month
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Most normal VPN moment
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starrynightgifs · 2 years
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   ☪ By clicking on the source link below, you will be redirected to #548 gifs of Addison Timlin in Fallen. All of these were made by me from scratch and for roleplaying purposes. You’re free to edit and use these as you wish, but do not take credit, roleplay as the actress herself, use in taboo plots, or for muses under the age of 18. If you like this post or find it useful, please like or reblog.  
tw: fire (bonfire & burning building), alcohol, kissing, water (swimming pool), && flashing gif
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camscendants · 7 months
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Concerts coming up 👹
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I WAS REWATCHING ZOMBIES 2 THE OTHER DAY AND NOTICED THAT WHEN THEY HEAD INTO THE DEN AND THEIR WALKING ON THE ROCKS, WYATT LOOKS BACK TO MAKE SURE ADDISON IS OK AND HASNT TRIPPED HES SO CUTE I WANNA KILL MYSELF
I can’t find the clip 💔
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cookiezitos · 2 years
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𓆩★𓆪!⋆𑇓🎳****ˀ̣ˀ̣˚⁎⁺˳ ᥒᩚɘ𝘸 𝕡O𝗼ຮ𝗍 ♡. 䵳꒱☆ ࣪.⭑𐬢 𐫱 𝗹𝗶᳞𝕜𝗲ᩥ ꩜𝚁 ℝᦕᩚ𝗯ᤲ𝙻☮︎𝙶 ☄︎ぬ ☕﹏͏ (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)˚★ᩝᐩ. ⊹າ૮ಫ਼ᰢ፝ 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝙼𝙴 ^^ ⋆Ჰ़ᱹ🕸️ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇´-
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spcckystcries · 7 months
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@inspotlight gets a bunch of guts starters
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"i'm grateful all the time."
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sleeper9 · 1 year
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Favorite Books of 22
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rose-thornz · 6 months
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Pipis and Wishes
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fflowerbean · 2 years
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⋆ ࣪.✦ Ꮑ𝗘𝗪 𝗣Ꭷ𝗦𝗧 ꒷ ⋆ ָ࣪ ۰ 𝗖𝖱𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝗢N 𝗠𝖤 ⋆ ࣪ -
𝗅ⅈ𝗄𝗲 ᩁ𝗿 𝗋𝖾ິ-𝗯𝗅ͽ𝗀 𑁍 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓈒𓏸 ꒱ ᖇᗩᑎᗪOᗰ IᑕOᑎᔕ ‹𝟹
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katherine-mcnamara · 2 months
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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ  ADDISON TIMLIN GIF PACK  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
By clicking on the source link at the bottom of this post you will be able to access #500 gifs that are 268x151 in size from StartUp S03.
These gifs were all made by me from scratch, for roleplaying purposes. Feel free to crop/resize/edit for personal use. Please don’t repost into gifsets/gif hunts or claim as your own. Please reblog if using. Hope y’all enjoy! 
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lelet7 · 2 years
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♡︎ ₊ ˚ 🦢 ‧ ₊ ✧ ‧ ₊ ༢ ༉
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famwhy · 3 months
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"I'm not getting in the Addison Lee..."
"...unless you pack your bags, you're comin' with me."
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader
Synopsis: The car's outside but Ghost doesn't want to leave tonight.
Or... in which, your husband would rather hold you than the phone he uses to call you whenever he's away.
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort
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"You're always leaving."
Ghost pauses...
...then turns his head to look your way.
You're hugging your arms, hands rubbing up and down as though you can already feel the chill of an empty household, as though there's already nothing—no one—left to keep you warm... as though he's already gone.
But he isn't. He's right here. Right with you. Can't you see?
"Sorry, that just slipped out."
The pitter patter of the rain outside almost drowns out the whisper in your voice. It's bittersweet—how your words seem to sing with the beat their droplets hit the ground in. So beautiful. So perfect. So... you.
"Don't be," his voice is coarse as it slips out—dry from the lack of usage, and gruff with his normal texture. It has him clearing his throat, hand forming a fist over the mouth of his mask as though it'll do anything.
Then, his phone rings.
Your pupils trail down his other hand, and not a word leaves your mouth. But not a word needs to, for your eyes tell him thousands more than your mouth ever could.
They bring him back with how dull they seem, how clouded and heavy and conflicted the feelings within them grow.
They bring him back to when he left previously, and the time before that, and the time before that.
They bring him back to when he was sitting in his room at the base, staring at the same, bland, four walls as he held the cold metal of his phone tight, and so close to his ear, that it practically sent a chill through his mask; a chill that mercilessly bit his bare skin underneath.
He found himself craving the warmth of your hand instead, the heat of your love that burned so bright, it could melt away even the coldest of hearts. Just like it did his.
You ruined him—completely ruined him for anyone else. You left an imprint on that cold heart of his, tattooed your initials on it before sculpting a hole in the form of your silhouette, a hole that always felt empty when you weren't there to fill it; a hole that forced him to fall asleep feeling incomplete without you by his side.
But he wouldn't have it any other way.
His phone rings again.
Ghost blinks, and he's once more met with your stunning figure leaning against the doorway, arms still crossed and lips curved down.
His gaze averts.
The clicks of your heels start to echo through the room.
"Lemme help."
Your hand's reaching out for a bag, and his is over yours before he can even realise. It's big, engulfs your smaller one like two pieces of a puzzle made for each other. Two pieces that are continuously pulled apart and put back together over and over and over again.
What a cruel hand fate must have to doom you both so.
"Don't bother, I've got it."
Your lips fall further down, but you make no moves for a second attempt.
It's then that he picks up his bags, fingers winding around the rough material of his handles. They rub against his skin, friction tricking him into feeling a warmth, but not a comfort. No, not a single bit of warmth in the world can bring him comfort like yours can.
Not a single bit.
Once his grip is secure, he starts to walk out the door. And you're right behind him.
Ghost's footsteps are heavy, his shoes weighing him down more than usual, as if pleading with him to stay—begging him not to leave you.
He can feel your eyes boring through his skull from behind, and, for the first time in his life, his mask starts to feel suffocating rather than comforting, stuffy rather than warm.
He doesn't like it.
The older man stops abruptly. You bump right into him.
A sniffle then makes its way into his ears, and the next thing he knows, his bags are on the floor and his arms are forming a hoop that fits you flush inside.
He takes in a breath, then his chest erupts in pain.
It's horrible. His heart feels like it's being ripped apart, and that familiar sense of emptiness eats away at him as he watches your shoulders start to shake. There's pain coming from the areas your nails dig into, but it's nothing compared to the heartache that claws away at him, the looming sense of loneliness towering over him.
It's an unfamiliar feeling, but he knows it so well.
You are his beautiful princess and he: your dutiful knight—off to serve and protect you from the threats that loom over your palace, your kingdom, while you are forced to bid him adieu, while the two of you embrace like the star-crossed lovers you are.
The moon's glow is so powerful, that she's capable of hugging you through the window, framing your face with that comforting warmth he'll be stripped of soon. She cups your cheeks as you tilt your head up at him, and not even all of the city lights can shine as bright as your eyes in this agonising moment.
If he could, he would trade both those lights and the stars strung over the night sky for a minute more...
...but the car's outside, and his friend's called twice.
So, ignoring the feeling of a thousand blades being stabbed straight through his heart, of that familiar void that starts to grow within the depths of his soul, his fingers swipe at the crystals gathering beneath your glossy eyes before he lifts his mask just enough so that his lips can place themselves on your forehead—warm and firm and oh-so-full of love.
Then the mask is back down, and he grabs his bags before starting to walk away again.
But he doesn't get far, for you soon call out to him.
And Ghost pauses mid-step.
"I'll miss you!"
Stuffy. Suffocating. Uncomfortable.
"I always do... as soon as you get in the car..."
This damn mask is getting too fucking annoying.
With that thought, the rough hand previously hanging by his side moves up to snag the edge of the material before pulling it off in one fell swoop.
And suddenly, the world seems so much more clearer.
That feeling of being without you feels so much more stronger.
And the want within him grows so much more louder.
Simon is tired. He's tired of loving from afar, of never being where you are. And he doesn't want to leave you anymore.
So he turns his head to look your way.
You're stood there, eyes glossy as ever, pricked in the corners and swirling with a storm he's never had to brave before.
But he'll face it this time. He'll face it because he'd rather hold you than try to catch this flight.
"I'm not..."
You squint, lips quivering as you utter a weak, "What?"
"I'm not getting in the Addison Lee..." he talks slow, and observes the way your pupils expand with a light feeling in his chest, "...unless you pack your bags, you're comin' with me."
You pause, blinking those glossy eyes of yours at him as though in disbelief.
But when he makes no move to say or do anything else, your lips part, and you speak once more.
"You want me to come to the base with you..?"
The words cause his shoulders to bounce, head shaking side-to-side as he lightly chuckles. "No, love, we're not goin' to the base. We're goin' on 'oliday, just you and I."
You blink a few more times before your cheeks begin to glisten with more salty water, before you're picking up your skirt and running and almost tripping over yourself—but Simon's there to catch you.
He's always there to catch you.
And when you're in his arms again, it's like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders, like an airy cloud has engulfed him with nothing but comfort and solace.
The feeling is foreign—new but not unwelcome.
So is the lack of emptiness that flows through him when you pull away, and a smile teeming with excitement is stretched across your lips.
"Don't forget to close the windows and lock all the doors," he teases with a smile.
You wave him off as you head back up the stairs, but he can't find it in himself to be mad.
So, instead, he just places his mask back on and awaits for the moment you come back to him, for the moment he gets to hold you again. It doesn't take long—no, it doesn't take long at all. With how quickly you packed, it's almost as though you waited your whole life for this moment.
And if that's the case, then he's so sorry for having to make you wait for so long.
As soon as the both of you are outside, Simon makes his way over to Soap's Addison Lee with you trailing behind just like you were a few moments before—though, this time, there's a clear pep in your step.
Soap is quick to unlock the door, pupils following Simon before quickly shooting to the next pair of feet that enter.
The lieutenant can sense the query in his co-worker's eyes, and answers accordingly, "Takin' those vacation days off. Do me a favour and tell the captain after drivin' us to the airport, yeah Johnny?"
The lower-ranking soldier raises a brow.
"Yer crazy for this one, L.T.," says he after a beat, lips quirking up before he's turning back around to grip the wheel once more.
Simon merely smiles, his calloused hand reaching for your own before your fingers intertwine and your rings meet with a clink of nothing but holy matrimony. "I know."
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blondwhowrites · 30 days
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✨My Stiles Stilinski Headcanons✨
Is absolutely enamored by you and he had no idea how to talk to you at first without becoming an awkward mess. When you first met him Scott literally had to pull him away from you because he just kept on staring at you
Helps you with homework and school projects because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you and he also gets to show off how smart he is
You are the only person he shares his food with
He forces you to binge-watch Star Wars with him, and if he finds out you already liked Star Wars he's ecstatic
He is a Percy Jackson reader and prefers it over Harry Potter!!!!!!!
Is always late to dates because of his time blindness but he tries hard to make it on time!
Tells you about his ongoing cases and theories and encourages you to put your input in and is extremely proud whenever one of your theories turns out to be correct
Noah of course has his reservations at first since he obviously worries about his son, but once he sees you two together he instantly loves you
You become a part of the pack almost instantly
Lydia, Malia, and Addison (depending on the season) instantly take you in. You best believe you are invited to all of the sleepovers and shopping trips
Literally, everyone has no idea how Stiles managed to bag you. Stiles has no idea either
Is a mix of sassy men apocalypse™ and golden retriever vibes
No, just because he loves you does not mean you are safe from his witty retorts or sarcastic comments
He gets you a matching metal bat so you can protect yourself
Is wary of taking you along on cases because he worries you might get hurt. He especially worries after what happened with Void
Is the little spoon most of the time because he loves being held. He feels so safe whenever he is in your arms. With you he finally doesn't wake up every night from nightmares
He has a lot of deeply rooted trauma from losing his mom, and from everything that has happened to him since sophomore year
Will talk about random nonsense and then stop in the middle of the conversation because he notices you are actually listening to him instead of just ignoring him like other people do and he swears he falls in love with you all over again 🥹
Has panic attacks, and you are one of the few people who can instantly calm him down by just being near him
Loves talking to you about his mother. He even takes you to her grave and introduces you to her
Later he finds out that you go to her grave weekly and put flowers there and when he asks you why you do that you just say 'Because you love her and that means I love her too' and he sobs.
Noah also finds that out and he instantly knows that you are the one for his son. He is proud to call you his future child in-law
Loves PDA and has no problem holding your hand, or kissing you in public
He always needs to be touching you in some sort of way even if it's just holding your hand or resting his hand on your thigh
You are so supportive of his want to be in the FBI! He loves knowing that you'll always be cheering him on
You go to every single lacrosse game and cheer him on even if he doesn't get put in you are still yelling his name and cheering for him
You wear his jersey number all the time and he secretly loves it
Make outs in the jeep
Everything in the jeep
Overall 10/10 boyfriend
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