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babegroot · 2 years

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#otp insp #this!!!!#amanda lovelace #the princess saves herself in this one #words #quotes

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deweyduck · 11 months

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HUNTLOW PLAYLIST

Track 1: Take Care of Yourself - Maisie Peters

“you don't ever take your own advice. the world won't fall if you're not holding it up. just take a minute, put your mind on ice. and you try and you try and you're trying, but the burden is heavy and overgrown. and god knows that we all get tired. it's a long night when you do it on your own.”

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heartsandmuses · 9 months

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steve rogers/tony stark. rated g. magazine spread + 300 word article. vaguely inspired by red, white, & royal blue.

for the @tstarksbingospectacular // square: "stark tower"

article written out under the cut!

[Ever since the terrifying and unexpected Battle of New York, questions have arisen about the team dynamics of the newly-formed Avengers. Despite leadership under America's sweetheart, Steve Rogers, reports have suggested that the team isn't cooperating with each other nearly as well off the battlefield as on.

Sources attending Saturday's charity fundraiser, hosted at Stark Tower, have revealed that tensions were high between teammates Iron Man and Captain America, resulting in a disastrous argument that threatened the rest of the evening's festivities as well as their chances of collecting enough funds to cover the post-Battle clean-up and repairs to the city.

Multiple witnesses stated that interactions between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark had been marked with hostility for the duration of the event, culminating in the pair eventually getting physical with each other and knocking over the $10,000 custom cake designed and ordered by Ms. Pepper Potts to celebrate the Avengers' victory over the Chitauri.

This is certainly not the first time that Stark has caused a scene at a black-tie event, and while his drunk and disorderly antics are, at this point, expected, it is surprising to note that Rogers had allegedly contributed as much to the fight himself. America's golden boy was seen pushing and shoving Stark moments before they both tumbled into the buffet table. Not only was the celebratory cake ruined, but two bottles of champagne, a chocolate fountain, and multiple platters of hors d'oeuvres had fallen alongside them.

As Rogers is the only Avenger to have officially moved into Stark Tower as of yet, their clashing personalities are bound to make living arrangements interesting. It is unclear, however, what the future of the team will look like, especially with Rogers and Stark reportedly disagreeing on leadership styles, but one thing seems certain: if they are ever going to win another battle, they first need to stop fighting each other.]

#stony #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #otp: put on the suit #the avengers #marvel #insp #tstarksbingospectacular #tstarkbingospectacular2023 #ficlets #fics #my fics #my writing #my edits #my mood boards #ish #amy talks

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charlieconwayy · 1 year

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OTP Meme [1/2 Seasons]: Season 3

Look, I don’t want to stop you, Pacey, and I don’t want to stop Dawson, and I don’t want to be stopped, not by either of you, not by anyone. I mean, that’s what this whole year has been about. We’ve been trying to stop each other from moving on and from growing up but - but not you. I mean, you’re different, and you’ve challenged me every step of the way and you’ve been there every step of the way… Jo, departure time is in T-minus thirty seconds so if there’s a point, I suggest you get to it. I think I’m in love with you. You think or you know? I know. I’ve known it since the moment you kissed me and maybe even before that. And, scary as it is, I don’t wanna deny it anymore, Pacey. I don’t wanna run from it, and I don’t wanna let it run from me.

#dawsonscreekedit #pacey x joey #paceyjoeydaily #userkate #pacey witter #joey potter #otpm*#gifs: dawson's creek #*#otp: ten my love #very proud of this! feel like i'm back to my giffing roots #https://scullys.tumblr.com/post/652827915192500225/this-is-about-how-you-carried-my-bag-off-the-bus #is the insp for this btw #rainbow

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ugh-my-back · 10 months

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was inspired by one of my fave artists, had to have this with them- more under the cut

>:) happy saturday <3

#found my new modding niche and its custom poses #cyberpunk 2077 #fem v #vivian rosette #mr. blue eyes #mr blue eyes #mbe #otp: sapphire #gamingedit #videogameedit #dailygaming #fabian perez insp #i love them sm #bbs #shippy saturday

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kkst0904 · 1 year

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in from the snow ❄️

#pkmn #kaki #satoshi #kakisato #kiawe #ash ketchum #zringshipping #december #i love drawing in the cold season i love it im so alive!!!!#tbh i think from now on my kakisato going to be a lot to my personal tastes #i love the seasons and i love nature and i love my otp and i just wanna combine it all #it’s what makes me happy and that’s what i’m here drawing fanart for!#well ok it’s always been to my personal tastes dhdhsjsj but even MORE #like recently i’ve been using photos i’ve taken on walks or outing as insp/ref #just little bits of my life in my drawings ❤️ it makes them more special to me

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proserpinewrites · 6 months

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Sometimes you load up your game after the most recent patch because these two middle aged men having a Rough Time in Faerûn deserve to have their first actual date.

#otp: it takes an ocean not to break #insp: ruadhán riddon #other: gale dekarios

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 11 months

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Jay’s saying this with a whole smile 🤣

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#that 90s show #that90sshowedit #otp: i will spend every day making it up to you #jeia #jeiaedit #jay x leia #leia x jay #t9s crack #incorrect t9s #more like insp lol

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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 2 years

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Sparks Fly

1,573 words. Ewvanda. Pre-relationship modern!au setting. Mutual pining, but Avanda is a clueless dumbass. I say mutual pining but its Av's pov so really its just her pining really hard for 1,573 words. I've been sitting on this for so long, part 1 of ?

Avanda watched the dark grey clouds expectantly. They'd been threatening rain all week, but so far hadn't actually made good on it. She was starting to go crazy. Her living situation was already...tense. Ewan was practically moved in. If he wasn't staying on the couch here in the apartment that she and Thane shared, then she was on the couch in his family's apartment above the Base. That was ideal. Or, it would have been; could be at least. Maybe if Ewan felt the same way about her that she felt about him. Maybe if they shared more than a lingering glance when they thought the other wasn't looking.

Maybe if they were together.

But as it was; Ewan was only doing his job. And Avanda was only obeying her father's suggestions. She and Ewan weren't in love. They were both just following orders.

Ewan shifted at the dining room table. He had papers scattered all across it. Maps and plans; mission summaries and intelligence reports. He was piecing something together with a precise organisation in his head that was severely lacking on the table. He shuffled a stack of reports and sighed a little. The sound was copied by the clouds outside, who seemed to be letting out a low rumble of thunder in agreement.

Avanda turned her head to the clouds once more, a small smile spreading on her face. She waited for the first drops to begin to fall before she made her move.

Finally.

"Come on." She stood up from her place on the couch, pulling the hair tie out of the end of her braid.

Ewan looked up with a slight scowl. "Excuse me?"

"I said 'come on.' I'm going outside. As my diligent bodyguard, I assume that means you're coming too." She had made it to the door by now, and was kicking off the ballet flats she wore in the house.

"Lass--" She grinned as she heard the chair he had been sitting in scrape against the floor. "D'you not see the weather out there?"

"Of course I do." She grinned mischievously at him as she pulled the door open to the complex's shared yard space. "Why else d'you think I want to go out?" Without waiting for him to argue more, she stepped outside.

Her feet hit the wet grass and she smiled as her fingers combed out the last of her braid. The rain felt amazing as it landed on her skin, and she lifted her face up, her nose wrinkling as the droplets hit her eyelashes. She giggled a little and spun on her toes to look at Ewan. The young man was watching her through the screen door, his arms crossed over his chest and a small smile ghosting his face. He shook his head a little and turned back into the house.

"MacClyde! Get out here!" She called with a small laugh as her feet splashed in a puddle.

Ewan returned with her shamrock in hand. It was her only houseplant in the apartment; and a source of great pride since it was the only plant she hadn't killed. He placed it on the edge of the concrete that separated the grass and the patio space, then stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall; shaking his head again as he watched her. Avanda laughed again and turned her back on him, humming quietly as her toes sank into the soft earth. Her hair was wild from the wind and the water, and she sighed happily as she pushed the tangles away from her face. She turned again to Ewan and saw that he now had a lit cigarette between his lips, and was tucking a lighter and the pack back into the pocket of his jacket.

"Hey! No smoking!"

"I'm outside." Ewan argued, "I was told it was fine if I was out of the apartment."

Avanda crossed to him now, the mischief in her eyes growing. "Yes. But I said no smoking." With a confidence that surprised even herself, she reached up and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, tossing it into a puddle deep enough to extinguish it.

"Lass." His voice was thick with frustration and his eyes narrowed a little, but the smile that played at his lips still told Avanda that he wasn't really angry.

God she wished he'd kiss her.

She shrugged. "Bad for you."

He ignored her, pulling another one out of the box. He eyed her carefully and she held her ground. Wet hair hanging in her eyes and a crooked grin still painted across her face. He dropped her gaze and lit the cigarette. She promptly pulled it back out of his mouth and tossed it to share the watery grave of it's brother. Ewan let out an annoyed hiss, a wisp of smoke escaping between his teeth.

"Lass. These aren't exactly inexpensive."

"Then quit buying them." She shrugged and crossed her arms.

Ewan raised an eyebrow at her and held a third cigarette in his mouth. "You're just going to throw this one out too, aren't you?"

Avanda smiled. "You catch on quick, MacClyde."

He sighed. "Look, you're getting to do your silly little stress relief out in the rain, why can't I do mine?"

"Because mine isn't hugely detrimental to my health."

"You'll catch a cold." He gently lifted a strand of her dripping hair, brandishing it at her a little before tucking it behind her ear. Her heart slammed madly in her chest, and she was terrified he would hear it.

"You'll catch cancer." She argued.

Ewan held her gaze for a very long time, thinking as he clicked the lighter on and off, but never lighting the cigarette.

God she wanted to kiss him.

The rain was still pouring down behind them and the flame from the lighter kept lighting his eyes. Each time she noticed more and more about them.

Click. They were different colors. Click. The left one was blue, the right one brown. Click. The brown one was the same color as her coffee in the mornings. Click. Darker even. Click. When he smiled, they lit up like Christmas lights. Click. Right now they were nearly blinding. Click. And that was just with a teasing little grin. Click. What must they be like when he really smiled?

Ewan let out an even longer sigh now, returning the unlit cigarette to the carton. "Now what?"

Avanda smiled. A thought tugged at the back of her mind, and she wondered if she should ignore it. The thought slid between her lips before she had a chance to argue.

"Come dance with me."

"You're mental."

Avanda blushed a little. "Oh, come on MacClyde. You know you want to."

"I don't dance."

"That's a lie."

"You have no proof to support that."

"Call it a hunch."

Ewan blinked at her a few times.

"Come on. Please?"

Another sigh. He sighed a lot. It had annoyed her a little at first, but now the sound had grown on her. It felt safe.

"If you tell anyone--"

She didn't wait for him to finish the threat. She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the sidewalk and into the grass with her. The rain was coming down so hard that even in parts of the lawn there were deep puddles of water; splashing and rippling as droplets hit the surface. She laughed as the rain hit her skin again, and tossed her hands into the air with the thunder, pulling Ewan's hand into the sky with her's. He laughed too now, and she noticed that he was hopping on one foot, trying to pull off his boot and his sock. He stumbled slightly, and she held him up; shrieking with laughter as she started to tip over as well. Once both of Ewan's shoes and socks had been tossed to the safety of the doorstep, he turned and grabbed her waist, spinning them in a circle. The motion caught her by surprise, and she grabbed his shoulders with a gasp as her feet left the ground. Ewan spun her around and sang a chorus of some old Kerridwen song in Gaelic as he danced, and Avanda could swear she was flying. Almost as suddenly as it had started, it ended again. Ewan dropped her right into one of the puddles. Avanda screeched again and he laughed, hard. She scrambled to her feet again, flicking hair out of her eyes as she did; kicking water at him.

"You've done it now, MacClyde. You've really done it now!" She kicked and splashed the water at him. He laughed and splashed back at her. By the time the storm had passed, both of them were soaked to the bone. Breathless and gasping with laughter and--

--and Ewan's hand clasped her's tightly as he pulled her back inside. He didn't let go as he scooped up the houseplant and handed it back to her. He didn't let go as he opened the door and held it for her.

God, how she wished he would kiss her already.

But as his fingers broke away from her's as he went to get some towels, she was reminded that he never would kiss her. That was only a fantasy.

And yet….no matter what, they had danced in the rain together and laughed until their sides ached. And that was something, at least.