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daisiesonafield-blog · 1 year

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Rumor alert: Niall is allegedly backstage at Harry's bday show

Feb 1 2023

#niall horan #harry rumors #rumors #harry's 29th #feb 1 2023 #feb 2023 #lot palm springs

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 1 year

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Bdubs, ever curious, rests his hand just under Impulse's chin. Scratching lightly, watching as his tired husband doesn't even process what's happening.

Instead, Impulse slowly blinks and leans towards him, a low noise that almost sounds like a chuff coming from him.

His eyes are half lidded, almost looking like at any moment he could just fall over on top of Bdubs much like how a cat would. All purring and comfortable.

On the topic of purring, Impulse is purring. Loud and heavy and deep as Bdubs scratches his chin just like he would any normal cat.

It's almost hard to think that the man in front of him is, in fact, half demon.

Bdubs takes his hand away, instead resting it on Impulse's cheek as he kisses his husband's nose.

"I thought you said you don't like touch?" He says lightly.

"I don't." Impulse chuckles lightly as he cups Bdubs' hand with his own.

Bdubs laughs tiredly, there's an odd mischief behind his eyes. "You're just an oversized cat."

His husband chuckles again, eyes still threatening to close even if he isn't all that tired. It's a small sign, a little note of complete comfort in his husband's presents, enough to feel safe and not on near constant alert.

It takes them a moment, basking in that early morning glow, before Impulse is pulling away and picking up his now cold coffee. He jokes, makes a small comment about it, but all Bdubs' could really think about in that moment is how lucky he got.

#feb 1 2023 #written on: jan 19 2023 #trafficshipping #impdubs #impulse #bdubs #our writing #dlsmp #mcyt

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abybweisse · 1 year

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Hello. I'm new to the blog and I'm Brazilian. sorry for the bad english. I was curious to know something... it's true that ciel doesn't have its own song. Sebastian has 4. Everyone has one. Not Ciel.

Hello!

The character songs? I don't know them too well, as I tend to focus on the manga.

I didn't realize Ciel/our earl doesn't have one.... 🤔

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #earl phantomhive #our earl #our ciel #character songs #bikaela-blog1 #i answered a thing #answered asks #feb 1 2023

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butterflyrry · 1 year

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Happy happy birthday, bebe 🎂

If anyone were to ask me why I love Harry so much, it’s pretty simple. I’ve read numerous articles and heard many stories about celebrities acting rude, entitled, and pretentious to their fans, the general public, and the service industry in particular. But we don’t hear those stories about H. In fact, it’s the opposite. What we hear is how kind, polite, respectful, and down to earth he is. He’s not perfect (none of us are), but I truly believe he’s a genuine, good person who tries to put love and kindness into the world.

On his birthday, I hope he knows what a light he is in this often dark world.

Thank you for being you. You are loved.

#harry styles #feb 1 2023 #Harry birthday

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dailyscottficrec · 1 year

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Feb 1st, 2023

Ahh! It is feb! And that does mean Scottuary 2 has officially begun! I'm excited to have loads of fics to rec. <3

Back in here January, we still have Excellent Scott fic to enjoy!

Let's start the month with a little scackson action:

knock the stars with your head by spikeface

Author summary:

Scott seeing everything, Jackson in the dark.

Typical McCall bullshit.

Reasons to love the fic: Gotta start with the Jackson POV. It's just this perfect blend of self-absorbed and absolutely obsessed with Scott. And he's still the wonderful asshole we know and love. And then the kiss scene? The little nods to Motel California? Ahh. This scratches that scacskon itch I get sometimes so well.

Be sure to let the author know if you enjoy the fic!

#teen wolf #scott mccall #jackson whittemore #scackson #feb 1 2023

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rv-there-yet · 1 year

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Feb 1 2023 - thank goodness there is some good old fashioned metal work in this leaden day.

Don't ask me what it is though. Some spar for something.

#Feb 1 2023 #rv 10 build #metalwork

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awritingjournal · 1 year

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Feb 1st 2023

Work in progress: Unnamed Christmas Movie Goal: ~80-100 pages Current count ~41 pages

If I keep on this trend, my very rough first draft will be done by February 12th! I'm pretty happy with my big reference, it fits I think. It has helped a lot. I think I will end up needing to switch what order some scenes are in - but that's what editing is for.

Song for the day: After Many Miles by the Ghost of Paul Revere

#feb 1 2023 #unnamed xmas movie #journal

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loveofmylifeh · 8 months

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Harry Styles | Love On Tour LA | Palm Springs 2 | 01 February 23

Photos : kennacordiano

#harry styles #concert #love on tour #birthday show #birthday barbie #sparkle harry #1 feb 2023 #hslot palm springs #hslot #i miss him #so much

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mothric · 1 year

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the war between "this is cheaper to buy in bulk" vs "the pricier option will take far less time and energy to prep and eat" is much more constant than I would like it to be

#yes i can get a bajillion uncooked spaghetti noodles for dirt cheap #but when i'm low on spoons waiting for water to boil and waiting for them to cook feels monumental #but a $1 two serving packet of microwave pasta takes one minute #i'm never going to buy dry beans in bulk. who has the time to wait for those fuckers to soak #i'm not trying to be a master chef over here i just need to eat. and instant pasta and canned beans are perfectly acceptable #feb 2023 #food #cogs and wires

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umlewis · 1 year

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📷 @.lewishamilton / instagram

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #not a race #2023 not a race #pre-season #pre-season 2023 #(note to self: story feb 21 2023)

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waterfallswords · 7 months

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location: yorkton bc, feb 2023

starter for: isla alvarez and aidan murphy @rviner

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The small cabin is home to far too many wolves. Three rooms with three wolves in each but the only place for Isla and Cece is the couch. Yorkton is bustling but in all the worst ways. It feels like a fight to go anywhere through the safe town. Hurried voices, a constant string of stress blanketing over everybody within it. The guards made it clear when she arrived that there isn't much space. There isn't much to go around. Even the small amount of rations they have, Isla gives everything to Cece. She feels like skin and bone, exhausted and defeated. But, she tries to create a normal for her daughter that otherwise doesn't exist.

They sit together on the floor, Cece between her legs as they face a mirror while Isla's fingers carefully braid through her hair. "Ahí lo ves. Emparejamos." she smiles to her daughter's reflection as she brings the braid around Cece's shoulder and then her own. Y tía? her voice peeps and Isla nods. Sullen and subtle. "Sí, cuando la veamos le haremos la misma trenza." she whispers like it's a game, as if Amaris is just a day away and they're waiting for tomorrow. But Isla can't search for her, she can't search for anybody. For Elliot. The thought of asking others for help tightens her chest, because every wolf in the cabin has a loss they're searching for.

Content in a childlike happiness, Cece is on her feet again. Always moving faster than Isla expects, because it all happened so fast. She grew so fast and it was never supposed to be like this. Her first steps were meant to be a stumble into Elliot's arms, her first proper words were supposed to be papi and mami and he was supposed to hear them. "Cuidado, Catalina." Isla shifts to her feet next to follow as Cece marches her way towards the kitchen. Braid held neatly by a pink ribbon and swinging as she goes. Comida. is all Isla gets as a response, and her heart twists as she thinks of how to say there is nothing. "Later. Primero saldremos a caminar." she rounds into the kitchen to see Cece trying to help herself to a bowl at the edge of the table. Little fingers wriggling above the edge of the wood. "No no. Eso no es tuyo." Isla doesn't scold but instead takes Cece's hands away, gaze rising to the next person that joins the kitchen. "Sorry." she waves a free hand, leading Cece away as she suspects the food is his. "She still learns."