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h-ayuchan · 9 months

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soliloquent-stark · 26 days

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🍀 maybe love was always near by soliloquent

4,6k words // pairing: bucky barnes & sam wilson

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“Bucky doesn’t think anything of it until the day Torres decides to open his mouth and make things awkward.

They’re friends, and co-workers, and now roommates. It’s not weird.”

or: Five times Sam and Bucky’s friends wrongly assume they’re dating and one time they get it right.

#fics by soliloquent #maybe love was always near #sambucky #winterfalcon #sambucky moodboard #sambucky fanfic #bucky barnes #sam wilson #winter soldier #captain america #falcon #fanfic #marvel #ao3 fanfic #soft bucky barnes #feels #mcu marvel #moodboard

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justafanbutcurious · 3 months

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nico di angelo aesthetic

cant wait to see him fully in the show

#pjo #pjo tv show #tv service center near me #disney #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #moodboard #rock aesthetic #aesthetic

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ayatxt · 3 months

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𖣠 ⦂ 💒 𓂃𓈒

𖣠 ⦂ 💷 𓂃𓈒

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 6 february 2024 4:24pm ࿐ྂ

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lawlietkins · 2 months

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⠀ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ᧔o᧓ ｡ ✉️ ✚

#(˘ ˚ ˘) ⠀⠀𝜗𝜚。⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀lawlietkins #moodboard #icons #aesthetic #messy layouts #messy moodboard #messy aesthetic #messy icons #death note #nate river #death note icons #death note near #near death note #wammy boys #wammys house #anime #anime layouts #anime and manga #reqs open

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sometimesanalice · 7 months

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Coming Soon!

I can’t wait for you to meet Killer ⚡️

Here’s a little sneak peek…

“How many eyes are on us right now,” you ask, not wanting to open your own to see just how many people had caught the spectacle.

There was nothing more these people loved than gossip, and you’d certainly given them a show.

“Only a couple,” the man behind you says lowly into your ear.

It might have been convincing had it not been for the length of his pause before giving you an answer, telling you everything you needed to know.

You sigh and straighten your spine as you move to pull away , not that your posture had slipped for even a moment during the exchange. After so many years in the public eye, you were made more of steel than bones.

“Wait. Have a dance with me,” the warm hand on your hip tightens, keeping you in place, “We might as well give them something to talk about.”

#killer⚡️#the currently untitled political princess series #it’s going to be a fun one #I can’t wait to share it #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagine #coming soon to a tumblr near you #moodboard #I’m in my moodboard era

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ghostssandteeth · 1 year

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DEATH NOTE DETECTIVES (my fellow autistic children)

#death note aesthetic #death note #death note l #death note near #death note mello #mihael keehl #nate river #although idk if mello be autistic #anime moodboard #death note moodboard #death note icons

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burned-teddy · 13 days

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This is me, if u even care

•✦•┈┈┈┈┈┈•✦• ❀ •✦•┈┈┈┈┈┈•✦•

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bewilderedbuck · 1 year

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“Hear this now: I will always come for you.” “But how can you be sure?” “This is true love. You think this happens every day?”

The Princess Bride, 1987

#bylerweek2023 #day 2 80s films #byler #byler moodboard #byler edit #will byers #mike wheeler #the princess bride moodboard #myedit #buttercup!will n westley!mike are so near and dear to me now oh my god #this was a delight to make fr :) i rewatched the film while making this n it made me so happy

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snoopilittle · 2 years

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Crossing the Garden collecting

Petal by petal red color

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bloodfixnd · 17 hours

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Near from death note for the moodboard reqs?

nate ‘near’ river

—death note

TAGLIST: @pinkwisteria | @makimasluv

#request #death note #near #nate river #manga #moodboard #death note moodboard #anime moodboard

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 6 months

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A Day in the Park

Day 21 with Near Death Experience for @ailesswhumptober's event

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #moodboard #near death experience #jurassic park #alan grant #ellie sattler #lex murphy #tim murphy #ian malcolm #raptor #t rex #sam neill #laura dern #ariana richards #joseph mazzello #jeff goldblum

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regressnote · 21 days

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regressor near moodboard<3

made by me — all imgs from pinterest!

#mine.#moodboard.#near.#regressor near.#death note agere #death note age regression #agere moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #death note #deathnote #deathnote agere #sfw interaction only

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kpforpresident · 1 year

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NY clexa prompt: Stolen kisses between the library stacks during an all nighter

A tiny, adoring smile quirked the edges of Lexa's mouth as she fought the urge to grin dopily, love dripping from every pore. An amorous pair of lips continue their slow but intentional ascent up her forearm, lingering for a moment on the scar that marked her right hand, a remnant of a wild-child youth in the country. Lexa clears her throat in mock-stern repremandation as she bends even closer to her thick Ethics textbook, the lines blurring slightly as she blinks repeatedly to clear her eyes, propping her one free elbow on the sturdy oak desk. Her textbooks lay haphazardly around the large surface, free sheaths of paper covered in highlighter, margin annotations, and neon highlighter sticking out of random pages.

What is it in contact lenses that make them fuse to your eyes the second it is anywhere close to 10 pm? I want to chisel my goddamn eyes out, Lexa thinks absentmindedly as she scrubs tiredly with her free hand at at her face, other hand a willing captive to a certain loving blonde.

The sun had set long ago, casting long shadowy, sooty fingers over the beautifully domed ceilings of the library as the clock ticked slowly towards nightfall. Lexa had headed for her favourite back desk among the tall musty law stacks, settling in for a long evening of source gathering as beautiful books dating back over 100 years stood silent vigil around her. Unless you bent down and squinted, she was hardly visible in her little sanctuary, amidst some of the greatest law minds that New York had to offer.

“Baby…” Lexa begins, feeling the soft pair of lips slow as they hover close to her bicep, a cool set of fingers twining through her left hand as Lexa manages to wrangle her highlighter from her bag and uncap it with her teeth and free hand. She manages to spit the cap delicately on the library carrel, painstakingly relocating the needed sentence to highlight it in neon yellow.

“Yes, my life?” Comes a sweet voice from somewhere around Lexa’s navel, Clarke’s head now almost parallel to Lexa’s lap. She’s has slumped so far forward in the little chair she nudged up next to Lexa’s study space that their knees knock every time Lexa leans forward to re-examine her textbook, Clarke’s grey paint-coated sweatpants a bright spot in the dark and quiet Law library.

“C, we’ve had this convo before, you can go home and be with Sadia for now. Draw a bath with lots of those bubbles that make it smell like there’s been a nymph woodland gangbang in our bathroom. I just need to get through this chapter and then I can come home and hopefully join the sex- I mean, bath–” Lexa stammers as she runs a hand over her face again, seeing a quicksilver smile steal over Clarke’s face as she buries her head into Lexa’s stomach to conceal her laughter, shoulders shaking with the effort.

“It’s late, Clarke, you know my brain doesn’t work past nine pm,” Lexa grumbles in an attempt to save face, already feeling a flush crawl up her collarbones to lick at her cheeks.

“I know, beautiful, that’s why I think you should come home to me and our fur baby and the bath,” Clare’s amused voice, muffled by the way her face is buried in Lexa’s shirt floats up softly. “I know that your ethics prof is a hardass but you’re not going to cram any more info into your brain for your policy analysis tonight, it’s already past eleven and I know that all you’ve eaten this afternoon is that sad apple that was kicking around at the bottom of your bag.”

Lexa mumbles a sheepish affirmative just as her stomach rumbles, right on cue to damn her for her lack of nutritional intake. Clarke nuzzles into her belly one more time, blowing a hot stream of teasing air into Lexa’s middriff before sitting up again and pressing a sweet kiss to Lexa’s still-reddened cheekbone.

Lexa tries to ignore the way her stomach swoops to hear Clarke say the word baby, even if it is in referal to their extremely rambunctious little black kitten that Clarke had found in the art studio parking lot a few months ago. Lexa shoves that feeling into a secret little part of her heart to be further examined at a future point in time, maybe when said girlfriend isn’t peering inquisitively into her visage, bright blue eyes scanning her expression with calm inquiry.

“Do I win, love? Can we go home?”

Lexa nods a loving affirmative as she tucks her arm around Clarke’s shoulders, nosing aside the golden blonde tresses to inhale the comforting scent of the art studio, which always presented itself as wood shavings, turpentine, and the fresh linen that Clarke draped the cement floor with prior to her hours-long painting sessions. She tries not to think too much into the fact that this is the smell that comes to mind when someone asks her about home.

Battle won, Clarke wastes no time in scrambling to quickly albeit neatly pack away all of Lexa’s belongings into the worn backpack that slumps at their feet, pressing a smiley kiss to Lexa’s lips as she nudges her to her feet.

“I made stir fry with that chili crisp you like, Lex- the really smiley fruit stand owner also gave me a handful of dragonfruit for free because she said she sees us at the shop more often that her own daughter, we have to google how to cut and store it later–”

Lexa, half listening, only notices that Clarke has stopped her determined beeline for the large wooden library doors because she almost trips over her. At this late hour, they are almost alone in the cavernous room, save the warm glow of the security desk lamp where a bored looking co-ed sits, slumped over their phone with the bright glow of their screen casting a ghoulish pallor over their face.

“Wha–”

Clarke presses a mischievous finger to her lips and tugs Lexa down a shadowy row to her left, just out of view of the little desk.

Lexa’s mouth dries out as Clarke tugs her backpack off her shoulder, it hitting the ground with a soft thump as Clarke crowds her into the metallic bookshelf, hip to hip as she laces their fingers together to wrap Lexa’s arms around her achingly familiar figure.

“We are the only ones here- wanna make out in the library for a little bit first?”

Lexa can never refuse the excited gleam that shivers through Clarke’s eyes, nodding yes as she feels a thick swatch of lust paint its way down her spine.

They leave as the large grandfather clock in the hallway chimes midnight, giggling as Lexa presses an adoring kiss to the back of Clarke’s hand.

They make their way through the inky spring night like this, joined hands swinging between them all the way home.

#ny au #clexa #kpwrites #listen i am nowhere near as good at moodboards as @crimsonknight is #but i am trying ok

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ryuzakienthusaist · 1 year

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