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raypakorn · 5 months

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Gif sets of 2023/Roundup

so i'm combining the tag game that @naomismcpherson and that @nick-nellson, @alexshenry, @pranink, @khaotunq, @smileytharn, & @i-got-the-feels tagged me in...thanks for the tags loves! 💛

Rules (adapted for fic, gifs, art, etc.): Share what you made this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you made or just the projects you're most excited about.

fun statistics

in total i made 296 gifsets in 2023

march was my busiest month with 49 sets (21 were for liz's 21st)

90 are only friends

53 are home school

13 include angsty song lyrics

2 are just to see firstkhao crying

10 are a show + txt posts

42 are elaborate sets

1 is based of liz's breakdown over first in mlc

JANUARY popular: watched MOD @morkofday's suggestion and needed to make this set favorite: neo being the most hilarious human being in midnight motel

FEBRUARY popular: tk staking his claim on carlos favorite: liz inspired alan gifset

MARCH popular & favorite: mama reyes admitting her biggest regret, i literally sobbed ugly over this scene and what it meant to me

APRIL popular: gun, win, & aye being kicked off the bed parallel favorite: khathadome & khathachan + ao3 tags, sometimes i make myself giggle

MAY popular: gwen being missed at the rehearsal dinner favorite: aye + love languages in our skyy 2 (had to help him beat the allegations of being a bad boyfriend)

JUNE popular: tian getting the 1000th star favorite: unhinged game of musical chairs

JULY popular: it's a tie folks... yeol being moved by ye chan's request & tien calling his future boyfriend an asshole for kissing his brother (which is fair) favorite: mok & mek absolutely devstating us all in ep 9 & 10 (let aj & jj be leads)

AUGUST popular: sand x ray dynamics favorite: actually popular is probably my favorite too but honorable mention would be the set i made before only friends aired because i was so hyped and i have actually started the video for the song and i plan to finish it

SEPTEMBER popular: only friends ep 6 +txt posts (felt like the funniest person because of the tags on this so thank you) favorite: ray + my final symphony (put my whole ussy into it)

OCTOBER popular: only friends ep 9 + txt posts favorite: it's a tie for me and both are khao/ray related...shocker... ray + five4three2one & fuck it, we bawl ft khao crying

NOVEMBER popular: khem, the comedian (this actually broke containment which good, it was funny) favorite: mork x day dino fight (i wanted to gif the entire scene)

DECEMBER popular: dani x jamie + make it a rom-com favorite: it's my blog url namesake...don't judge me...ray pakorn + character profile & ray pakorn + character study

tagging: anyone who wants to because i didn't actually look to see who's been tagged or who has done this 💛

#tag games #i was feeling kind of bad about how behind i am on cheercember but like girl....i didn't know i did almost 300 gifsets this year #someone take photoshop away from me #no don't i have like 5 sets i've started and i want to finish them

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insidious-intent · 5 years

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I Seem to have Fallen Down the Wrong Trouser Leg of Time - Chapter 5

Super mega thanks to @hannah-writes for saving my life as always :) Alex (here)

The mood in the lab is considerably more somber the rest of the afternoon. Dinner ends up being a rushed affair of delivery pizza that they all have to huddle into the cafeteria to eat, and by midnight even Liz’s stubborn determination is starting to flag.

Isobel is the one to finally call it a day for everyone, and once more Alex feels something like surprise at how easily this defacto position of authority comes to Isobel. In another life, she would have made a great army general. Isobel ushers them out one at a time, starting with Liz, reminding them that they all need to sleep, that they’ll never figure something this complex out in a day, or even a few days, and that running on caffeine and adrenaline isn’t going to work forever.

As Liz attempts to argue back with Isobel, Alex feels a pang of regret at their current situation. He wishes neither of them had to suffer through the chain of events in their lives. He half-wishes they had never met each other, or that he had stopped Liz from falling for Max. Those wishes never last long enough, never linger deep enough. He’s too grateful to her, for her stabilizing presence in Michael’s life, in his life, for her brilliance and ingenuity, and her strength, to ever really be sorry she’s theirs.

Isobel offers to drive Liz and Rosa home, something that fills Alex with security, knowing they will all be safe together.

Kyle isn’t ready to leave quite yet, though, so Alex crowds in close to watch him work. But apparently having both Michael and Alex hovering around isn’t really conducive to Kyle’s thinking process so he gives up after a few minutes and proclaims the end of the day for everyone. Alex sees Michael looking at him, a silent question in his eyes.

Michael looks away after a few moments and sighs softly. “Hey Kyle, could I crash at your place tonight or maybe you could drop me off at the Motel on 380?”

“I’ll take you, Guerin. You can stay with me tonight.” Kyle doesn’t sound all that jazzed about spending alone time with Michael, but since they all drove over together, there isn’t a whole lot he can do. Alex makes no moves to offer his own company or place as an alternative. It isn’t this man’s fault that he coils Alex’s nerves so tight he feels like they could snap at any moment, but Alex’s self-preservation skills are hard learned.

As they drive away from the lab, Alex has to laugh at his own discomfort. He spent years finding excuses to run away from Michael, to hide his feelings. And now that he has finally stopped running, finally found a way to stick his feet to the ground and crack his ribs open to show his heart to Michael, the man he wants is gone. All Alex wants right now is the Michael he knows - obnoxious, sharp-edged, aesthetically-challenged disaster - not this composed, confident Michael full of soft smiles and round edges. Alex will even take back the Michael who wouldn’t look at him, doesn’t talk to him, and who is slowly unraveling at the seams. That’s the Michael he knows, and Alex feels the loss so deep in his heart he almost reaches up to check his shirt.

He is sure for a moment everyone would be able to see him bleeding.

Read the rest on AO3

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #my fic #alex manes #michael guerin #roswell new mexico fic #rnmfic

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pennys-th0ughts · 5 years

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Loser... 🥀

Neibolt Street 🏡 (Chapter 2)

After a long time living in the same town, that night became in a peculiar experience I would hardly forget. Liz and I took the first train to Derry at midnight wearing our outfits and carrying only a small bag of clothes. The night was pleasant and the sky was starry and clear. Summer nights were slowly leaving making way to cooler ones and bearable days, hot season was coming to its end and Liz and I would need to find some where to protect ourselves from the future cold.

Liz was sleeping using my legs as a pillow whilst I was resting against a feed bale using my bag of clothes also as a pillow. The train was at its full capacity and there was no room in the passengers wagons so we had to travel in the freight car until we could get to our destination. I woke up in the middle of the night with a start feeling a little disoriented and thirsty. I placed Liz's head in a comfortable position and got up to stretch my legs for a moment and drink some water. After having a couple of sips I began pacing from one corner of the wagon to another trying to remember the awkward dream I just had but most parts of it were blurry. Getting the pieces back together of a dream was usually not difficult for me but this time I couldn’t even remember, the only thing I was aware of was the feeling it left in me that was still making me shiver and those bright lights...

I was adrift in my thoughts when a hand landed on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. Liz was standing behind me with a soft smile and an inquiring look in her face. She was trying so hard to figure me out that sometimes I kept asking myself if I was worthy enough to be with her and her seemingly endless patience and understanding. She had become in my calm when tempestuous thoughts threatened to take away my inner peace. We had shared so much in so little time that thinking of spending the rest of my life with her and the time we still had ahead of us often took my sleep away at night. I grabbed Liz by the waist and hugged her gently whilst we were watching the moving night landscape.

Morning light and the first rays of sun began caressing our skin with its warm fingers and the distant chirping was far but still charming. We arrived to Derry nearly at noon and it seemed it would be another hot day. Liz and I took the chance to change our clothes to more fresh ones while we were still on the train to avoid the blazing air bursts. It was mandatory in order to remain healthy, otherwise fever and dizziness would surely affect us. We got out of the wagon and made our way to the nearest motel; we would wait there and begin looking for a job next day. If we wanted to get our lives back on track we would have to start covering the primary holes in the walls of our existence, but for now we would enjoy the rest of the day and rest. It had been a long night and Liz and I were starving, exhausted and full of dirt so we paid a room at the Holiday Inn motel, left our belongings and went straight to the diner.

Being low-key and not drawing much attention to us was our best choice for now until local people get used to our faces, we didn’t want to be spotted by unwanted eyes. Fortunately, before leaving the circus, we managed to gather some money to endure the hard times lying ahead of us. Liz had many qualities and she wouldn’t reject any opportunity for she was clever, dynamic and gentle and I could bet she would do anything to get us through any situation and so would I. Curiously in the diner we were about to have lunch there was a job notice stuck to the door, the owner was needing a new waitress since the one working there was expecting family and it was a wonderful opportunity for Liz. Once we finished eating she approached to the counter and asked to speak with the owner of the place. A few minutes later an elderly man came out from the kitchen’s door, he seemed to be in his mid-sixties, white hair covered most part of his head and beard and his expression was serene. I watched them talk all the way and the man’s manners were extremely polite, he kept his distance from my wife and that gave me some confidence about her working here. Once they finished they both shook hands and Liz made his way to the table.

– I got the job, my love – she gave me the good news with a wide smile on her face-. I'm taking the night shift for now until the owner figure out the new schedule.

– ¡Congratulations, sweetheart! – I kissed her knuckles and proposed a toast to celebrate.

We got to the motel with our bellies full and feeling less tired but the need of taking a shower was imperative so we headed to the bathroom taking our clothes off on our way. Liz opened the hot water tap; we waited a little and got under the shower. The sensation of the warm water crashing against our bodies was instantly pleasant and, above all, relaxing. I took a piece of cloth Liz used to use in her baths and began rubbing her shoulders slowly and following the vertical lines of her back. A soft moan came out of her mouth that let me know she was enjoying the moment as much I was and that was the encouragement I needed to go further. I pressed her against the wall and made her mine until both got satisfied.

The nap that followed repaired my energies completely making me feel like a new man and optimistic so I took advantage of that and decided it was now my turn to go out and find something to do for living since Liz had already taken the initiative. I had already set myself the goal of getting a job that very same day or the next day at most. Liz got dressed, brushed her long hair and put a discrete makeup whilst I got ready to go out with her and take a different path and acknowledge the new town we decided to live in. I would go and pick her up by the end of her shift so she didn’t have to make her way back to the motel on her own so late at night.

I decided to take the main street and walk until its end and then take another street and so on. Having an afternoon stroll wouldn’t be bad idea and would speed things up in matter of job so I kept walking. After half an hour wandering I stopped in front of an old house for sale, it was a little spoiled but it had its charms. I was feeling confident enough so I decided to have some words with one of the neighbors. I knocked at the door and some minutes later an old lady showed up carrying a small Pomeranian dog in her arms. I introduced myself and told her about the house I just saw.

– ¡Oh yes! – She exclaimed with what seemed to be a mixture of enthusiasm and upset.

– ¿What can you tell me about that house, Mrs. Marsh?

I asked her all I wanted to know about the property whilst we were drinking a refreshing lemonade she just had made and kindly offered me when I sat down on her sofa. The lady was very kind and attentive. Before having a sit I walked around the living room looking at all her family portraits. She apparently came to town when the house in question wasn’t built yet, what was in fact the reason why she would get so upset every time she would have to talk about it. After a fire that burned said house to the ground, the people that kept on building in that place would start suspecting that the ground was cursed since every time a construction ended something bad would happen. Fortunately I wasn’t the kind of man who based his life on superstitions and Liz based her beliefs that as long you put love in everything you would do, then the outcome will surely worth any kind of sacrifice, so it would be easy to do something about that house.

I thanked Mrs. Marsh for the hospitality, and before I could leave her house, she stopped me at the front door holding me softly by my forearm.

– Be careful, Mr. Gray – she warned me and let go of my arm-. The foundations of that place my not be good to build or live there for a reason…

I nodded in silence but with a cordial smile and left. I passed by the property once more and pictured a wonderful house, simple but cozy with a front garden, some sunflowers in it and a not so tall tree to sit under its shadow during the hot days of summer. I started my way back to pick up Liz from the diner since it was surely about to close. I speeded up the pace the last couple of blocks to get there just in time she was getting out. Once she saw me she waved her hand in the air with a big smile and walked towards me. I greeted her with a kiss and gently pinched her cheek as I always did; we hold hands and made our way to the motel. As we headed back I revealed to Liz my thoughts about owning that house at almost the end of the Neibolt street. She showed a great predisposition and excitement to the idea and couldn’t stop talking about it until we got to the motel and went to bed.

A month later…

Hard work, a few bruises and some tears of joy followed before we could finish refurbishing the future place we were about to live in. The house looked splendid and all our efforts worth it. Liz was more than satisfied with the results in the garden and several plants were giving their first flowers despite autumn was getting close. I got a low labor season and getting a job was giving me hard time but despite a few setbacks and being bumping from one job to another, I finally managed to get one at the local fair for a whole season. Liz jumped with joy when she knew I will have a stable work at the fair and congratulated me preparing a rich dinner that night.

Halloween was coming and the preparations were keeping everyone in town hectic as if the town itself was one big anthill. People were coming and going taking with them paper bags full of groceries, ornaments and pumpkins. Every single store was ornamented with orange, yellow and red lights; witches and bats card board figures were hanging everywhere and some carved pumpkins with evil faces were already meddling on the way on the sidewalks.

– This is amazing – Liz couldn’t keep at bay her admiration for such creative season of the year. She was holding my arm and squeezing it from time to time as if she were a little child about to get her new present.

I proposed to take a walk in the park and maybe sit in one of the benches to have some fresh air. She happily accepted, we turned back in the next corner and headed there. While walking our way back to the main park some little kids passed us by, some of them laughing and some others encouraging the current race. Liz put her head on my shoulder whilst watching the children get lost among other pedestrians. In that moment I knew what she was trying to tell me without using words and the thought made me smile.

Once we could find an empty bench and take a sit, Liz grabbed my hand in the way that could only mean one thing. It didn’t take me long to figure her out and how she liked to express the important things she often had in mind. I took a deep breath and listened to her carefully. She revealed me what she was longing and the idea of starting a family was something I hadn’t ruled out since I also wanted to experience that whilst I was still young and strong. Liz made a pause and I took the chance to step in to express what I was also feeling. Her sparkling eyes, despite the sun was already long gone, were the reason my heart would always melt. It was an unknown territory but we would get through it together. The statue of a lumberjack with an ax on his right shoulder and his friendly smile standing in front of us became the only witness of a new phase in our lives.

Back at home I was preparing dinner and Liz was in the backyard sitting on the edge of the old well. She used to like to spend some moments there, surrounded by the sounds of the crickets and the nature. Every time she came inside the house she often brought some new ideas and this time she brought more than ideas. We had dinner, drank some red wine and stayed for some minutes staring at each other in silence, then she grabbed my hand and took me to the bedroom. I was more than sure she would definitely take the best of me that night.

To be continued…

Image: Jeffrey Everett

#pennys thoughts #pennywise #short story

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flushedfaeries · 7 years

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You should do all of the constellations! :)

This is a lot but still good!

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Halloween all the way. There is literally no downside to halloween. Scary movies, carving pumpkins, trick or treating, dressing up in costumes. All good things.

Orion: Favourite month?

October or August. October because halloween and thanks giving, also nice fall weather. August i dont really know why i like it i just do.

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

i have to many favourites. i cant choose.

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Criminal Law. Nothing is more interesting than criminal law.

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

I play Contrabass Clarinet, so i feel like i should say that, but it got to be drums or double bass.

Gemini: Favourite song?

Would you like a list? Its too late, im making one. (they are not in any particular order)

- Brick by Ben Folds Five

- Partition by Beyonce

- Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles

- The Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice

- Come on Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners

- Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran

- Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

- Walking on Sunshine by Katrina & The Waves

- Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond

- Move by Saint Motel

- Man! I Feel Like A Woman! by Shania Twain

- Y.M.C.A by The Village People

- La Vie Boheme by The Cast Of Rent

- Ocean City by Anthony Ramos (Its not an official song so its only on soundcloud)

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

My Camp or On a hike. The island that my camp is on (Manitoulin Island) has a hiking trail called The Cup and Saucer Trail and its beautiful.

Libra: Favourite colour?

Deep Greens and Pale Greens. I’ll be real specific and put some codes:

- #84B686

- #D5F5E3

- #1EA305

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Jeans. I do like to wear skirts but i dont own any so

Aries: Favourite movie?

i don’t know? I’m more of a “watch a movie once” kinda girl, so i don’t really have a favourite that i watch loads of times. I will watch movie series multiple times though. So i guess a favourite series is definitely Pirates of The Carribean (The fifth one is coming out this summer and im thriving), The X-Men series, and The Captain America Series.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Sunny, slightly cloudy, A very light wind, maybe 22ºc or a huge thunderstorm. thats it

Hydra: Favourite sound?

Rain pattering on a roof, Booming thunder, That really specific noise right before lightning.

This Was v fun to answer thanks Liz!!

#Sis #spacefaring-bisexual #Liz!!#Space asks

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kikimeesh · 7 years

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WHOOPS (Liz Allen ? x Peter Parker) PART TWO

hey guys! this is the second part to my first pic. all criticism is good and really hope you all enjoy. if you like my work, give me a follow if you’d like to see more!

WARNINGS: swearing, spoilers

Peter adjusted his bag strap as he nervously headed towards the school bus surrounded by his decathlon team. Liz’ back was turned to him and Michelle gave him an odd look. since ‘The Incident’ two months ago (what peter dubbed the day his suit was taken from him), Liz had been a little shaky and cautious, but this past week she had been getting back to her old self. Peter was glad. “HEY!” Flash, Peter’s notorious bully yelled out to him, “what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” flash pointed a finger at Peter’s chest. “I was wondering if i could come back, my schedule is pretty clear.” he shrugged. Liz turned around and smiled, “great to have you back Pete”. His heart warmed. Ned gave him and high-five and Michelle did her usual “lame” response. “No! No! You can't just do that!” flash complained. Mr Harrington stepped off the bus, “peter! Great to have you back, alright kids time to hop on.” he ushered the kids onto the bus while Flash’s mouth was agape.

The entire trip from Queens to Washington consisted of the team preparing for the quizzes that lay ahead of them. Liz stood at the front of the bus, serving as a host, asking questions that tested the group’s knowledge and common sense.

Peter didn't pay much attention, though he got all the questions thrown at him correct. “Hey, you okay?” Ned nudged Peter during a break from the brain-teasers. “Yeah, yeah I'm cool” Peter reassured his friend. “Don’t worry about the suit, okay? Just focus on the decathlon and we’ll figure it out from there,” Ned rested his hand on Peter’s shoulder and gave him a warm smile. He always knew exactly what to say. Peter took a heavy sigh, coming to the decathlon was the right thing to do, at least he thought. Now that he ‘lost his stark internship’, he could help his friends in the Academic Decathlon. It was the least thing he could do.

The bus finally slowed down at a motel, a 20 minute ride from the Washington Monument. “Fuck Washington”, Michelle said while seeing the “10KM TO THE MONUMENT” sign outside the motel.

They hauled their bags into their rooms. Peter and Ned were next to Michelle and Liz, and across from Flash and Chris, a douchebag junior. After leaving their things, they went out to Olive Garden for dinner. They all sat down and Peter almost jumped when Liz’ voice shocked him. “What made you come back, Peter?” her question wasn't intrusive or rude, and meant to be of genuine interest. “I actually had to take a break from the internship. It clouded my focus on school and all the coffee-fetching wasn't really benefiting me,” Peter lied. Liz nodded, it was Michelle’s turn, “but an internship as a sophomore in a place like Stark Industries is probably way better than school,” Michelle scoffed. “MJ.” Ned warned. “No, Ned it’s okay”, Peter told Ned she wasn't annoying him, even though she was. “You need to think about how I need something to fall back on. I mean, it’s not like I was getting the job anyway.” Peter’s Chicken Alfredo had arrived and he was twirling the fettucini with his fork. MJ gave a thoughtful look, before starting up a conversation about Washington’s slavery history with Liz.

Once they were all back on the bus, on their way from dinner to the motel, Liz started to shuffle over to Ned and Peter and leaned in. “okay guys, when Mr Harrington falls asleep, we’re going to go to the pool. Get your swimming trunks ready,” she smirked before moving to another group of people to pass on the message. The duo gave each other a look. “Good thing we came prepared,” Ned joked.

After hours of sitting round, tossing m&m’s into each other’s mouths and watching infomercials on the television, a knock came on the boys’ room at around midnight. Peter opened the door to reveal Liz with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Without a word, making sure not to wake up a sleeping teacher, they crept downstairs to the pool area. The rest of the team was there and they set down their motel towels. Liz began taking off her cover-up, and Peter tried hard not to stare, except she had the perfect body and h could feel himself falling deeper. Liz cannon-balled into the pool, splashing everyone upon impact.

The night was full of giggles and an intense game of marco-polo. At around 1.30, people started getting out and getting some rest before the decathlon, and the only remaining two were, of course, Liz and Peter.

Liz gave a heavy sigh and swam toward where Peter was sitting at the edge. “You know, I’m kind of disappointed we leave tomorrow, I was enjoying myself.” Liz gave Peter and genuine smile and his chest tightened. “Me too,” he said softly. “You know Peter, we never really talked much.” Liz said and she pulled herself up next to him. “Yeah, I guess not.” Peter tried his hardest not to scream out. “I really wish we did.” Liz splashed at the water with her feet. “So, Peter, what are you like?” Liz asked. Peter gave a hefty laugh. “What? Was that a weird question?” Liz giggled. “Uh, I mean, it's a pretty general question. Do you want to know my life story or my favourite food?” Peter eased into the conversation. “I pick...the first!” Liz laughed. “Okay..hmm” Peter wracked his brain, thinking of the perfect thing to say. “I’m a huge nerd.” probably not the best thing to say. “Really? Never thought the smartest kid in the geek-team was a huge nerd.” Liz said sarcastically. Desperate to shift the conversation to her to avoid saying too much, he asked, “What about you? How are you doing lately?” there was silence for a few seconds as Liz stared at her feet for a second. “Thing have been better,” she nodded contently. “Really? What’s wrong?” peter asked. Liz gave him a look, her eyes saying that he knew exactly what; the day where she was held hostage by those boys and his suit was taken from him by Tony. “Oh..” he said. “Yeah, oh.” Liz said quietly. “You know when everything is going great, and then it all comes crashing down?” Liz asked. He knew the exact feeling. “That day, I saw my life flash before my eyes, and I hated it. This reply shocked Peter. “Really? But you’re the student body president, you run the academics team, you're the top of your classes, I think you’re on a roll.” peter took a risk and put his hand on her bare leg, in a reassuring way. Liz made no effort to move it. “I just hate how my whole life is a lie. To my parents, to my friends. To myself. I'm done and I don't know how to change.” she ranted, and lay her head on his shoulder. There was a long minute without a word. “Peter..” “Liz..” the two of them spoke at the same time. This was it. The moment he waited a lifetime for, the start of his new life with Liz. he was going to kiss her. “Sorry, you go first.” peter wanted to be polite before making his move. Her next words were definitely what he was expecting;

“Peter, I’m gay.”

#spiderman #homecoming #spider-man: homecoming #tomholland #fanfiction #writing #marvel #avengers

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