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obvsdisturbed · 1 month
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oh oh, hair growth in the dark angel's prison cell! (just an excuse to draw sevatar with long hair, leave me alone)
kinda your fault since you gave me ideas @averyhh
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avocadosockz · 2 months
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RENEE CONFIRMING HERSELF AS A LESBIAN WAS NOT ON MY 2024 BINGO CARD FOR SNL TONIGHT
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emeraldsummers · 4 months
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Jensen Ackles could do the funniest thing ever with the spn reboot and that would be to have Dean's endgame be a resurrected Benny.
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maybe third time IS the charm
(this post is about marisha ray player character romancing laura bailey player character in the dnd show critical role)
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ghost-of-you · 2 years
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"I guess there's a part of me that lives within this band and there's also a part of me that lives within every single one of you"
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cinhomi · 5 months
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@ titracha nonnie this is for you ♡
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areyoudoingthis · 5 months
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they get to just be together now. wake up together every day, play their little games and laugh so much and have the time of their lives. they get to take up crafts or hobbies or go back to old ones they love, pass the time so well and expose each other to new things, new ideas. they get to learn each other and discover themselves without pressure or hurry or expectations. they are truly free
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acrazybayernfan · 4 months
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elisacifuentes · 1 year
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The Newsreader - Season 1, Episode 1
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rthko · 7 months
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Found a Panera sandwich for some of you
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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year
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When I was a kid, I used to watch Interview with a Vampire and pause it RIGHT THERE because that was the closest it came to a queer kiss. I’d rewind and pause rewind and pause it RIGHT THERE and just pretend that it happened.
Now y’all got levitating, buck nekkid, explicitly queer vampires? Hell yeah. Right on.
That shit looks good. I need to get amc, man.
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nizaberry · 16 days
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To Love and To Be Loved...
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greyeyedmonster-18 · 8 months
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never would forget how we moved
sirius x kingsley (starking)
(my submission for @cruelsummer-ficfest, my song was Starlight from the album Red. this song is truly one of my favorites. there's so much lightness and love after an album that is essentially a break-up album. this song to me is about hope for something that can be good in a sea of bla. please enjoy)
He felt seventeen again, the way his heart lept out of his chest, and the electricity surged through his veins as he stared across the garden at a man who commanded so much attention it might as well have been his occasion.
Kingsley wasn't one for ministry gatherings--at least the ones in London, preferring the ones from back home where the music went until the middle of the morning and everyone's smile seemed genuine. The ones here felt so formal. Stifling. Except for the man with the dark curly hair, and a loud laugh, who didn't seem to care about any formalities in the slightest. Kingsley took a sip out of his wine glass--even the wine was bitter--and watch as the man continued to tell a story, women, men, everyone eager to listen in and join in on the joke.
For all Kingsley knew, this man could've been speaking about the economy, inflation of galleons, and market-values, etcetera etcetera and everyone would've been enamoured. It was hard not to be. Kingsley was across the room and was still knocked out by a devil-may-care grin.
There was music playing, the kind that Kingsley listened to while studying all those years ago; "brain music" was said to be stimulating without overpowering to ensure maximum retention or something or the other, thoughts of his study skills falling sideways the closer he got to the man on the other side of the room with tiny gold hoop earrings and tattoos visible down the side of his neck. The people around him didn't even seem to know what they were laughing at anymore, keen to just be in the presence of this man.
I met Bobby on the boardwalk summer of '45...
"Excuse my interruption, I was sitting over there and heard the laughter and had to find out just what I was missing," Kingsley said, extending his hand, "Kingsley Shacklebolt. I don't think we've met."
"Now what makes you say that?" the other man asked, corners of his mouth tilting upward with amusement and silver eyes glimmered in the stars and fairylights above the garden. The crowd that had gathered around him began to disperse--Kingsley had just enough authority to be intimidating, and was just new enough to make everyone uncomfortable.
"I've never met a comedian."
"Ah now, don't tell," he responded, "that's my nighttime gig. By day, I'l just a simple member of the Wizengamot and a junior counselor."
Kingsley tried to keep his face neutral, hiding his surprise at the word junior counselor. Judging by the 5'oclock shadow and the confidence, Kingsley had pegged this man to be in his 30s at the bare minimum. And if that was the case, 30 was a bit...old.
"I see."
The other man let out a single, loud laugh, "Finally an honest reaction. Sirius Black," he dropped Kingsley's hand just as a silver platter of champagne glasses floated by, grabbing two off it with ease. He extended one of them to Kingsley, fingers covered with ornate rings that would've looked atrocious on...anyone else.
"I've heard about you," Kingsley nodded, accepting the glass, "you're giving my colleagues grey hair. I thought you'd be..."
"Better looking? I get that alot."
"Further along...legally," Kingsley cleared his throat around a sip of champagne and Sirius grinned.
"Had a bit of a quarter-life crisis and decided to step into the family business a few years later than most, reclaim my seat, so on and so forth. It's a great story," Sirius said, nodding a long with a wink.
"I'd like to hear it."
"Over dinner, maybe. Too long for drinks."
"Suppose..." Kingsley looked around, the stiff music swelling around them in a glorious crescendo, "Too long for drinks and a dance?"
For the first time since entering the conversation, Sirius looked surprised, eyebrows raising as he surveyed the scene. Telling a joke or two or three...or perhaps just being impossibly charming was one thing; dancing was a whole other.
"This isn't exactly Earth, Wind and Fire."
"All the more reason, I'll be able to hear your story better," Kingsley said with his own playful grin, stepping back toward the dance floor, champagne in hand, his other outstretched to Sirius. "I personally, love, this song. Catchy, isn't it?"
And I said, oh my, what a marvelous tune,
it was the best night never would forget how we moved.
Sirius clapped loudly, standing up at his table and cheering as Kinglsey wrapped up his speech, stepping down from the stage at the center of the room. A band was setting up behind him, the garden magically shifting from a boring ministry event to a party at the conclusion of his speech. Multi-colored fairy lights appeared in the bushes and air, reflecting on the grass. A constellation of rainbow stars everywhere they stepped. By the time Kingsley got to Sirius, he was smiling, two whiskey gingers in hand. The days of champagne and monotonous garden parties had disappeared when Kingsley became Minister of Magic, vowing in the privacy of their home that he would make the culture and climate bearable.
Telling Sirius that good thinkers, good people were too often run out of politics because of the environment and wanting to change it from the ground up.
Don't you see the starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?
"Great speech, very official," Sirius told him, kissing Kingsley quickly on the mouth once he was close enough. "I'm feeling so motivated, I want to ditch this whole thing and go straight to the Ministry to get to work."
Kingsley rolled his eyes, "That's a bit much, don't you think?"
Sirius grinned, dropping his voice and leaning close to Kinglsey's ear "You're right. However, I would ditch this whole thing and go straight to the ministry but only because your office would be completely free of interruptions..."
"Hmm..."
"Or we can get the dance floor started."
"Why not both?"
"At the same time? Minister," Sirius gasped, pressing a hand to his chest, and Kingsley laughed, leaning forward to capture his mouth in a kiss longer than the one Sirius had given him.
Their first dance had been at a party, a ministry party, right when Kingsley had transferred from Nigeria. Their second had been in the halls of Number 12 Grimmauld Place not long after, a record player in the living room playing Nina Simone.
They had lost track of dances they had shared over the years but always remembered to connect at Ministry parties. Always remembered to turn the unremarkable into a spectacle--together.
The whole place was dressed to the nines, and we were dancin'
Like we're made of starlight.
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purefractals · 8 months
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not an enjoyable match to put it simply BUT. there is a saving grace. at least for the fic producers and consumers.
cannot stop thinking about martin getting up in licha’s face. would kill to hear what they were saying
and correct me if I’m wrong but he’s usually one of the most coolheaded on the pitch?? like he doesn’t do the aggressive, showy stuff
but they were PULLING him back. like something in him SNAPPED when he saw B almost shatter an ankle
and when the same thing happened to him
martin was rolling on the ground in pain
he gritted through it, as he does, because the team needed him and he’s the self-sacrificing captain
but Mikel’s reaction…screaming at the ref…he looked scared
which! understandable, because øde was one of the only players to play the full 90 and he’s clearly at the center of the team
but…it made me think thoughts
that is all. I don’t like the bullet points but that’s how my mind feels at the moment
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beerecordings · 2 months
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someone tell that anon who loves the Graceling AU that I'm cooking four courses and dessert for them rn
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spacesaz · 8 months
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not a slowburn but it takes them 30k words for them to have a civil conversation
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