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Rosie YOUR MIND!!!! ❤️❤️

Ask game time!! I have please don’t let me hurt me again with Eddie Alden.

Idk why I’m feeling the angsty comfort fics today but here we are

Oo okay

I see this as being a fic where the reader is too deep into their job. Running themselves ragged and letting themselves get walked all over because they think its the only way because maybe they think that the only thing they're good for is their work. The reader works with Eddie and he's trying to get her to let loose but he gets waved off bc of his reputation but he finds them in tears in the stairwell and comforts them. Telling them that they're so much more than their work and that you deserve so much more and he's all sweet and he helps you stand up for yourself.

send me the title of a made up fic (with the character of your choice) and I'll tell you what the plot would be/write a blurb from it!

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JOSÉ PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF

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Jack Willis the man that you are

He is such a cutie I love him

hugh jackman in paperback hero (1999)

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Every child should get traumatized by a scary movie at least once in their life. It builds character!!

"Why don't they make scary kids movies anymore?" Probably because they were usually critical and finical failures that only became more well liked latter on (Return to Oz and Labyrinth) or weren't even intended for kids in the first place (Beetlejuice and Ghostbusters)

On a side note it's annoying when people are like "How is this for kids it's too scary?" I feel like every child should watch at least 1 movie that scares them.

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Gods he’s such a TEASE

I know I should be concentrating on his singing but his shirt is open 🤷‍♀️

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from everywoman vol. 1 no. 13, january 1971

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Gimme the beard burn baby I can take it mama didn’t raise a quitter

The Beard

For my Sexy Saturday Tumblr Saucy Wenches, a portfolio, a tribute, an art installation, a panoramic tour though the images of Huge Jackman's Beard. For your consideration...

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OMGGGGG

So sweet!! Had me like

Hey love! I’ve been on a bit of a fluff kick as of late and was wondering if we could have a cute Dean drabble where fem!reader is feeling down after a rough hunt and Dean puts on her favourite record (My Girl by the Temptations) and he dances with her to it until she’s smiling and the end up just slow dancing even after the song stops playing and they kiss.

⋆˚✿˖° spin me softly,

summary. life sucks right now, but having dean by your side makes everything better.

pairing. dean winchester x reader (established) genre. fluffy fluff

wordcount. 534

notes / warnings. injury/fatigue post-hunt, slow dancing, lingering touches, mutual pining, so god damn fluff you will melt. plus one (1) forehead kiss!

You don't mean to sulk. Really, you don’t.

But three cracked ribs, a twisted ankle, and a salt-and-burn gone sideways kind of kill the mood. The worst part? The kid you were trying to save still didn’t make it.

So now you’re curled up in the bunker’s kitchen, hoodie pulled over your knees, staring at your untouched tea and wishing you could press pause on your life.

Then—click.

The sound of the record player spinning up makes your head turn.

Dean stands in the doorway, one eyebrow raised and a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You always said this one made you smile.”

The opening notes of "My Girl" by The Temptations fill the air—warm, crackling, syrup-sweet nostalgia that immediately tugs at something deep in your chest.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you trying to emotionally manipulate me with Motown?”

“Is it working?” he asks, walking over with exaggerated swagger.

You huff. “Maybe.”

He stops in front of you and offers a hand. “C’mon. I know you’re hurting, but let me be your human painkiller for three minutes.”

You eye him skeptically. “Dancing?”

“Slow. Easy. Like old people at a wedding.” He wiggles his fingers. “Promise I won’t dip you and make things worse.”

You snort, but your hand finds his anyway.

He pulls you up gently—like you might break—and presses your hand to his chest. His other hand settles at your waist, solid and warm.

And then?

He starts to sway.

It’s awkward at first—partly because you’re limping, partly because Dean’s singing along under his breath in a way that’s more soulful goofball than Temptations-worthy. But you can't help the little laugh that bubbles out of you.

“There’s that sound,” he murmurs.

You blink up at him. “What?”

“You. Laughing.” His eyes soften. “Missed it.”

Something in your chest aches, but it’s not painful anymore. Just full. A little fragile. A little warm.

You rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

He keeps moving, slow and steady, letting you lean on him completely. Even after the song fades out, the needle crackling softly in the silence, he doesn’t stop. His hands stay where they are. Yours drift up around his neck.

He hums again—tuneless this time—and you swear he’s doing it just to keep the quiet from getting too heavy.

Eventually, you speak. “Thanks for this.”

“Always,” he says, without hesitation.

You pull back slightly, enough to look up at him. “You’re a big softie, y’know.”

He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

You smile. The kind that reaches your eyes. The kind that sticks.

He leans in, just enough to brush his lips against yours—gentle, sweet, like he’s tasting sunlight for the first time.

And you melt into it.

Because this is what it feels like to be held. To be seen. To be loved, even when you're bruised and tired and quiet.

Dean pulls back a fraction, presses a kiss to your forehead, and says, “Next time, I’m bringing you flowers too. Really ruin my street cred.”

You laugh into his chest. “Please do.”

And he keeps holding you.

Even long after the music stops.

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I fear this has already awoken something in me

Also you KNOW that those pants are hugging his ass JUST RIGHT

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Happy 24-6-01!

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Happy Juneteenth Tumblr✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼

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Gods alive

GET A ROOM YOU TWO!!!!!

X-MEN 2000, dir. Bryan Singer

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If y’all need me I’ll be disassociating and getting lost in those eyes

Why is he so pretty it’s literally unfair

@princessanglophile Lex wake me up when it’s your turn bb

Just gorgeousness

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He looks like he’s about to roll me the fattest joint and we’re gonna watch horror movies

PEDRO PASCAL via JR instagram stories

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THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF AUTISTIC SPECIAL INTERESTS

The never-ending special interest: You've been passionate about this for years, you may not even remember how this one started. Regardless, this is something you'll love forever.

The recurring special interest: It comes and goes, often seemingly randomly.

The special interest of the week: You're passionate about something for a week until something else takes over. Can also be a recurring special interest.

The secret special interest: Something you love but tell nobody about. But you may talk about it online anonymously.

The special interest that's your entire personality: Most people you know will associate you with your love for this thing.

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nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

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God I just wanna smooch him all over his stupid handsome face

SIR DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DO TO ME?!?!

Hugh arriving at the theatre for the last performance of SMOTMC 😭

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