#dash: evan wilde

[marciafogarty]

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@evan-wilde said: Wow, you're pretty!

all liked your photo.

Wow! Thanks, everyone. Glad y'all are appreciating the view. It was even better in person, I'm told.

(Also, to @evan-wilde you can't even see my face here! So I can only assume you think I've got a pretty ass?)

[santiagolopezsub]

First good thing that's happened to me since I've got here.

I think I'm going to stop talking to you now.

[voidsxntry]

a fraction of a second I calvin evans

pairing: calvin evans x fem!reader gif credit. @avadaniels summary: one morning walk. one wrong step. wc: 1.9k warnings: spoilers for lessons in chemistry!!! fix it fic. fluff. elizabeth and calvin are friends. he just takes the dog on his runs. ooc calvin. self indulgent. reader can put hair in a ponytail. excessive use of em dash’s. not sorry. not beta needed a fic asap.

a/n: i’m rusty asf. i have risen just for this man. watched this knowing his fate and still bawled my eyes out. and there’s little to no fics of him so i came out of hiatus just for this. wrote this with a migraine and zero sleep. If you enjoyed, please reblog or comment!

You almost didn’t go on your walk that morning.

And that was unusual.

Rituals were your anchor — carved into muscle memory, reliable as clockwork. Every morning, without fail, you followed the same routine. It kept your mind quiet, your breath steady, and the chaos of the world at bay. Wake up at six. Dress in your usual uniform: long sleeves, a pair of shorts, and worn-in tennis shoes. Brew a cup of coffee, sip it slowly in the kitchen’s early light. Out the door by six-thirty.

But yesterday had been…a mess. A long, cruel string of bad luck stitched tightly together, like the universe was testing your patience just to see when you’d snap. It started out fine, your morning had gone as usual.

Then the moment you stepped into work, it all unraveled. Your boss was irritable and short-tempered. The students were wild. The parents were worse. Every person you encountered seemed determined to chip away at your sanity, and by the time you made it home, your nerves were shot.

You’d sighed in relief, hoping for a simple evening. Something easy, maybe leftovers, maybe quiet. But when you opened the fridge, a sour stench hit you in the face. Everything was spoiled. Mold bloomed across forgotten containers. The milk had separated. It wasn’t until later that you realized the power had gone out sometime during the day. Long enough to quietly sabotaging your dinner without warning.

So you’d settled for dry cereal eaten straight from the box, too tired to be frustrated, and gone to bed praying that Saturday would be kinder.

It took a full-body groan to get yourself up that morning. Not graceful, not motivated, but determined.

You dragged yourself out of bed, shuffled into the bathroom, and went through the motions. Coffee brewed. Shoes tied. Hair pulled up.

Despite everything, you stepped out the door right on time.

Saturday mornings had that effect. Fewer cars on the road, fewer people out. Some neighbors were taking the luxury of sleeping in, while others sat quietly on porches, coffee cups in hand, soaking in the early calm. It felt peaceful. Still.

The trees blocked most of the morning sun, casting cool shadows across the sidewalk, but the light that managed to filter through made everything look soft and golden. Birds chirped lazily overhead, filling the silence without breaking it.

You started your usual light jog, somewhere between a fast walk and a slow run. Enough to get your heart moving, never enough to sweat too much. The breeze was just enough to keep the warmth from feeling heavy.

You smiled and waved at the few neighbors you passed — the older couple watering their flowers, the woman with the tiny terrier who always barked once and then got shy. At the corner, you slowed to a jog in place, glancing both ways before crossing, your shoes tapping softly on the cement.

Then, rounding the next block, you saw him.

Your “running friend.”

You didn’t know his name. Didn’t know the name of the dog either. You couldn’t have picked him out of a crowd if he wasn’t mid-stride with a leash in hand. He was always at least a block ahead — sometimes farther — nothing more than a figure in motion, as consistent as the sunrise. But today, for once, he was on the same sidewalk as you. Close enough to see.

Maybe he was running late. Maybe he was just pacing himself. Either way, he was there — present, not just a blur.

You slowed instinctively, letting your gaze rest on him. His stride was smooth, strong. A small, involuntary smile tugged at your lips. You’d never admit it aloud, but you had a quiet sort of crush on him. The harmless kind that bloomed over time without invitation. Despite the fact that he didn’t know you existed, you found comfort in him. He was part of your routine too.

As you trailed behind, you noted his usual complete lack of situational awareness. He was entirely focused on the dog — a goofy, floppy creature with far too much energy and a mind of its own. The man laughed softly as the dog tugged at the leash, and you nearly laughed too, your own amusement catching in your throat.

He slowed further as the dog resisted, clearly engaged in a battle of wills. You could hear him muttering to the animal, coaxing or teasing. And the sound of his laughter, low and unguarded, made your chest flutter.

You didn’t mean to stare, but he was so much clearer now. His face, the exact curl of his hair, the way sunlight framed the edge of his profile. If you weren’t so tense, so on edge, you might’ve committed it all to memory.

He had reached the corner, still laughing, still tugging at the leash playfully. The dog was resisting, digging its paws into the sidewalk, body leaning away from the curb like it knew something. The man chuckled and gave the leash a gentle tug, still coaxing. But you saw it: the collar starting to slip. A subtle shift. A warning.

“Come on, Six-Thirty. We’ve done this a hundred times.”

But something felt wrong. Goosebumps rose along your arms. A strange, cold prickling crawled up your spine. Your gut clenched with a quiet panic you couldn’t name yet. It was instinctive, that buzzing pressure before something snaps.

His voice was still playful, unaware, calling to the dog. But your eyes flicked to the side, and there it was a bus —going faster than it should in a residential area.

You didn’t think. Just picked up your pace, walking faster almost running now.

Time fractured. Everything slowed. The leash pulled taut.

The collar slipped free. The dog lurched back. And he — your “running friend” — stumbled backward into the street.

You didn’t scream just lunged. Your fingers closed around the soft fabric of his sweatshirt, yanking him. The force was messy, desperate. Enough to rip both of you off balance.

The ground slammed up into you, unforgiving and solid. He landed half on top of you, his head knocking into yours, his elbow digging into your side with a startled grunt.

The bus tore past a split second later. Inches. The bus missed him by inches.

You lay there, breath caught in your throat, your lungs fluttering with panic. Everything shook — your hands, your chest, your legs — as adrenaline surged like wildfire through your veins.

For a moment, the world was still. Colorless. Soundless.

Then it came rushing back, like a wave crashing into shore.

The dog barking in the distance. The fading screech of the bus’s horn as it disappeared around the corner. The blood roaring in your ears. The rapid beating of two hearts. Two still-beating hearts.

You blinked up at the sky, the narrow slice visible through the branches above. Your body ached, but you couldn’t move yet. Not until the shock wore off.

Then a shadow crossed your vision. He hovered above you, face coming into focus. Curls tousled, cheeks flushed, lips parted in disbelief.

His eyes were wide, shocked, breathless, and locked onto yours. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice raw and dazed.

You nodded slowly, still catching up.

He stayed frozen over you, bracing himself with one arm planted awkwardly on the pavement, the other still resting across your side. His breathing was sharp — shallow and fast — matching yours beat for beat.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you could.

“I…” He shook his head slightly, curls bouncing as he tried to process it. “I didn’t see it. I didn’t hear it. I—”

“I know,” you said softly, your voice steadier than you expected. “I did.”

His gaze snapped back to yours. Something in it shifted, a spark of awareness. Not just that you’d saved him, but that you’d been there. That you’d been close enough to notice what he hadn’t.

You felt your fingers still tangled in the fabric of his sweatshirt and slowly let go, your hand falling limply to your side.

You both rose slowly, a little awkward, a little shaky.

Calvin stood first, unsteady on his feet. His hand trembled slightly as he offered it to you, the shock still echoing through his limbs. That close to death did something to a person. You took his hand, let him help you up, and tried not to focus on how warm his grip was.

“That would’ve been…” He swallowed, voice barely audible. “Fatal.”

“No kidding,” you said, exhaling with a weak laugh.

He turned to look at you fully, concern creasing the space between his brows. “Are you alright?”

“Besides a minor headache, possibly bruised ribs, and some back pain?” You gave a tired smile. “Yeah. I think I’ll live.”

He breathed out a half-laugh. “Good.”

“And you?” you asked, eyes narrowing on the way he shifted his weight, like the ground still wasn’t quite steady.

Calvin turned to glance at the road again — the spot where it nearly ended for him — then back at you. “Well,” he said, still dazed, “I’m not splattered across the pavement, so I’d say so.” He tried for a smile. It almost worked.

You nodded. Your own heart had finally started to slow. And now, up close, you could really see him — not the blurry figure half a block ahead, not the running stranger with a dog — but him. Up close, he looked exactly how you imagined and nothing like it all at once. Handsome in an understated way. Kind eyes. Disheveled, flustered, completely real.

“I’m Calvin,” he said. “Calvin Evans.”

You blinked at the name. It was familiar, vaguely. You’d probably seen it somewhere in class, heard it whispered at a dinner party you half-listened to, but none of that mattered right now.

“I’m… still catching my breath,” you replied, giving him a small, sheepish grin, as you gave him your name in return.

He said your name quietly like he was committing it to memory. His voice was low and gravelly, from the shock, or maybe the adrenaline still working its way out.

“Thank you,” he said. “I can’t—I mean… just—thank you.”

You gave a small nod, your smile growing just a little. “I’m just glad I got to you in time.”

His brow lifted, like he hadn’t quite considered it that way until now. A pause followed — then something softened in him. “Well… I suppose I was meant to be late today.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you said. “More like… I’m glad I didn’t skip my walk. Kind of a butterfly effect situation.”

That made him pause. His lips parted slightly, and something flickered in his eyes. “The butterfly effect isn’t technically-” He stopped, catching himself mid-explanation. A breath passed between you. Then he smiled. “You’re right. The butterfly effect.”

He looked over at Six-Thirty, who had stopped to sniff a patch of grass, tail still wagging like nothing had happened.

“Would you… want to walk with us?” he asked, voice quiet. “I think I’d feel better not being on my own right now.”

Your heart skipped once, then settled.

“I’d like that,” you said.

“And if I’m not being too forward… maybe breakfast after? Or coffee?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “To thank you properly.”

You looked at him, earnest and exhausted and standing here, alive. And somehow, you didn’t want the moment to end.

“You don’t have to,” you said, “but yes. I’d like that too.”

©voidsxntry2025

[fandom]

Twas the week of Halloween, when all through the halls, not one topic was ruling from Gravity Falls

A historic turn of events! In this last Week in Review of 2024, Mouthwashing tops the list and has—get this—more items on here than Gravity Falls! WowOwow. The Phandom is celebrating 15 years of Dan and Phil being chaotic next to each other, and it's been a big week for 9-1-1 fans who were treated to a wild ride in the Halloween episode "Masks." Fans of Agatha All Along got a double-whammy of Halloween, with a castle on the way playing dress up with Agatha and Billy, and the identity of the personification of Death revealed. And so, our national holiday of Halloween is now well and truly upon us—keep an eye out for some nice and friendly and not at all spooky polls haunting your dash this week. Happy Halloween, and stay safe out there (we don't want anyone contracting curses, ok?). This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

Mouthwashing

Artists on Tumblr

Gravity Falls

Agatha All Along

Halloween

Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls

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Stanley Pines | Gravity Falls

Bucktommy | Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard, 9-1-1

Anya | Mouthwashing

Agatha Harkness | the Marvel universe

Pokémon

Free Palestine

Captain Curly | Mouthwashing

Jujutsu Kaisen

Batman

Dan and Phil

Formula 1

Daisuke | Mouthwashing

As mentioned above, this is the final Week in Review of 2024, as the Fandometrics team prepares to dive deep into the data for Year in Review, coming to you live and in full technicolor on December 4. Regular weekly Fandometrics service will resume in the new year.

[starksweasley]

Chase // Poly!Marauders

Summary: You steal something that belongs to your boyfriends and they chase you all around the castle

Word Count: 1575

It starts with a brilliant, impulsive mistake. You don’t even know why you did it—what possible logic possessed you to snatch the newly minted Marauder’s Map from James Potter’s nightstand and bolt. Perhaps it was Sirius egging you on with that mischievous smirk or the challenge written all over James’s face.

And now here you are, weaving through the crowded halls of Hogwarts, the stolen map crumpled and warm in your palm. Behind you, James’s shout echoes like thunder. “Come back here, you little thief! That’s my map!”

“You’re dead when I catch you!” Sirius’s bark of laughter follows close behind, and you can almost feel his fingers reaching for the back of your robes.

You’re laughing too, exhilaration buzzing through your veins. Students leap out of your way as you dash past, skirts and robes flying. You narrowly avoid colliding with a startled Lily Evans, who’s juggling a pile of what seem like abhorrently long essays.

“What are you doing?” she demands, her green eyes wide.

“Improving my cardio,” you toss over your shoulder, breathless.

“You’re insufferable!” Lily shouts after you, but her voice is obviously tinged with a smile.

Further down the corridor, Severus Snape’s sneer materializes in your peripheral vision. He steps deliberately into your path, wand in hand. You manage to dodge his attempt to trip you with a well-placed foot, but not without a cheeky “Nice try, Snivellus!” over your shoulder. The indignation on his face is almost worth the trouble you’re in.

“Move, Snape! Don’t touch my girl,” James bellows, darting past the greasy-haired Slytherin without a second glance, his protective tone cutting through the corridor like a whip.

Turning a sharp corner, you spot your other boyfriend—Remus Lupin. He’s walking toward you, arms full of books, his expression placid as though he’s entirely detached from the chaos that is your life. Without thinking, you launch the stolen map toward him. It lands squarely on the stack of books in his arms.

“Hold this!” you yell before sprinting past.

“What—?” Remus blinks down at the unexpected burden. Then, James and Sirius leap around the corner, wild-eyed and determined.

“Moony, give it here!” James demands, his hand outstretched, eyes blazing.

“What is going on?” Remus manages to ask just before Sirius barrels into him with all the grace of a wrecking ball. They tumble to the ground in a heap, books scattering in every direction as Sirius sprawls over him with a groan.

“Merlin’s beard, Padfoot, what the hell?” Remus splutters, trying to shove Sirius off him.

“Sorry, Moony, emergency!” Sirius grins down at him, entirely unbothered by their undignified pile on the floor.

James skids to a halt beside them, pointing an accusatory finger. “She nicked the map before we finished it! And she’s getting away!”

Remus blinks, realization dawning. “That little minx." He shifts his gaze to the hallway where you disappeared, a glint in his eye. "She’s cleverer than the two of you combined."

"Rude!" Sirius retorts, brushing imaginary dust off his robes. "You’re supposed to be on our side, Moony. She’s making us look bad."

Remus snorts. "You don’t need her help for that, Padfoot."

“Exactly!” James exclaims, grabbing Sirius’s arm to haul him upright.

“Come on, Moony,” Sirius adds, offering Remus a hand. “We’re not letting her get away with this.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Remus accepts the help, dusting himself off. “I should have known better than to walk peacefully through the castle with you lot running around. Lead the way, gentlemen.”

And just like that, all three boys are after you like a stampede.

You zigzag through the castle, laughter spilling from your lips. It’s a ridiculous, joyous game of cat and mouse. James nearly grabs your arm in the Charms corridor but trips over a trick step. Sirius is close enough to tug at the hem of your robes in the Great Hall, but you wriggle away. Even Remus, calm and methodical, cannot quite match your adrenaline-fueled determination to evade capture.

As you race through the library, Madam Pince’s shriek of “No running in here!” echoes behind you. You throw an apologetic wave over your shoulder, narrowly avoiding a stack of books teetering precariously near the Restricted Section.

Finally, the chase spills out onto the sun-drenched lawn. You’re panting, the blood rushing through your head turning your cheeks a bright pink. But it’s three against one, and you’re cornered. Sirius blocks your escape to the left, James is on your right, and Remus stands solidly between you and the castle.

“You have to surrender now," James pants, a victorious grin spreading across his face. "Face it, love, you’re no match for us three."

"Three brains and still no chance," you fire back, panting as your grin dares them to close the gap. "That’s just embarrassing for you lot."

You're clutching at a stitch in your side when James lunges, catching you around the waist. You shriek and flail, laughter bubbling uncontrollably. Before you know it, he’s hoisted you into the air.

“You’re going for a swim,” he announces with mock solemnity.

“Don’t you dare, James Potter!” you cry, still laughing.

But he dares. Oh, he dares. With a triumphant yell, he swings you toward the lake and lets go. The cold water swallows you whole, and when you surface, sputtering and gasping, the boys are doubled over in laughter on the shore.

“You lot are the worst!” you declare, dragging yourself toward the bank. Sirius crouches and offers a hand, but his grin is wide and unapologetic.

“Truce?” he asks.

You’re not above a little revenge. Grabbing his hand, you yank with all your strength, sending him sprawling into the lake beside you. His outraged squawk is music to your ears.

“You’re absolutely insane,” Remus remarks from the shore, though his lips twitch with a suppressed smile. "But I suppose that’s why we keep you around."

James is clutching his sides, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks. "Merlin, you’re a menace," he manages between gasps, pointing at you like it’s the funniest thing he’s seen all year. "And now Sirius smells like wet dog."

“Oi! Rude,” Sirius protests, slicking his wet hair back with both hands as he glares half-heartedly. "You’re next, Potter, so wipe that grin off your face."

“You wish," James retorts, stepping out of Sirius’s reach with exaggerated caution.

As Sirius resurfaces again, spluttering and cursing, you lean back in the water, wiping droplets from your eyes. "I’m the innocent victim here," you declare with mock indignation. "You three are clearly conspiring against me."

"Innocent, my foot," Remus says dryly, but there’s warmth in his voice as he kneels at the edge of the lake. "Come on, troublemaker. You’re going to catch a cold."

You eye his outstretched hand with suspicion. "Promise you won’t drop me back in?"

Remus chuckles. "Scout’s honor."

As you grab his hand and let him help you out, Sirius lunges forward with a wicked grin. "No one’s safe, Moony!"

And with that, he shoves you both back into the water, splashing James who's doubled over in fresh hysterics. Spluttering, you surface again, glaring daggers at Sirius. "You’re all really the worst!"

James, still laughing, finally steps into the lake with a theatrical groan. "Well, now I’m wet anyway. Might as well join in."

Before you can react, he’s diving in with a splash that soaks you further. The moment he surfaces, you pounce, clambering onto his shoulders with a triumphant giggle.

"That’s it! You’re doomed now, Prongs," you declare, wrapping your arms around his head in mock victory. He steadies himself under your weight, looking up slightly to glance up at you.

"Doomed, am I?" he chuckles. "Careful, Menace. You’re about one move away from being launched again."

You lean down, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of his head, catching wet strands of his hair against your lips. "This is for being the sweetest idiot I’ve ever met," you tease, ruffling his already messy hair.

James flushes, but his grin remains intact. "Sweetest idiot? That’s almost a compliment, love."

"Don’t let it go to your head," you reply, laughing as he spins around, causing water to spray everywhere.

From the shore, Remus shakes his head, calling out, "If you two keep this up, we’ll need to fish you out by sunset."

Sirius smirks, now lounging lazily at the water’s edge. "I’ll fetch the fishing pole, Moony. Let’s reel in our Menace and her besotted knight."

James rolls his eyes dramatically, hoisting you higher on his shoulders. "Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous they’re not as fun as us."

"You’re delusional, Prongs. They’re plotting your downfall right now."

Remus crosses his arms, his lips twitching with amusement. "Oh, she’s not wrong. If Sirius keeps scheming, you’re going to end up face-first in the lake tomorrow too."

"Don’t tempt me!" Sirius shouts, already pushing himself to his feet. "You know I can’t resist."

As he slowly steps into the water, James lets out a dramatic sigh. "Padfoot, I’m warning you. One wrong move, and you’ll regret it."

"Promises, promises," Sirius quips, wading closer. His grin widens, but before he can act, you splash him directly in the face, sending him stumbling back.

Laughter erupts from everyone, the sound carrying across the lake. You tilt your head back, smiling as James’s warm laugh rumbles beneath you. Moments like these, with your chaotic, wonderful boyfriends, make every stolen map and wild chase worth it.

[sawyerevans]

Damn, I wanna live in your world, cutie. As much as I agree that that's what I deserve, I don't think that's a reality I can count on. But, what I'm hearing is that, at least, I can count on you appearing when I call, ready to do whatever I say, right?

As far as I'm concerned, men like you should be able to snap their fingers and a twink like me appears to bounce on your cock, or do whatever you want, Sir.

[sternsalcove]

My Most Esteemed Readers,

Whispers abound that our noble stags, those dashing creatures of the wild, take great pleasure in pursuing their fair maidens, employing all manner of charming tactics to entice them into their embrace. One does wonder-could a certain cornering in a tight spot truly sway even the most resistant of hearts? Ah, it seems so for two fortunate Gryffindors.

A delicate Lily and a gallant Stag... will their budding romance dazzle the entire ton?

Yours in delightful intrigue, Stern.

( @prongspotter-s & @miss-lily-evans-potter )

( @blacksheepoftheblackfamily , @w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l , @bellatrix-carina-black , @cissa-swans , @marlz-mckinnon , @fartybartyjunior , @moony-lupin-rjl , @bitterandbruisedsev , @sunshine-and-rosiers , @hestia-farida-jones )

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

Dearest Gentle Reader,

It is with uncontainable delight that I proclaim my return to the social scene! With sharpened quills and plenty promts, I stand prepared to weave tales that will enthrall even the most discerning of you.

Whether it be the likes of dashing Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, or Armie Hammer, or the mystical realms of The Witcher, The Vampire Diaries, or the scintillating escapades of our very own Bridgerton, no stone shall be left unturned.

So to keep the tea spilling, I implore you, esteemed readers, to submit your most imaginatively wild plots and prompts and remember, in the world of Lady X, the pen is mightier than the sword, and I am armed and ready.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Lady X

[cialovesklopp]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which newsletters and the internet react to amara imani finally revealing her man

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

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The 66th Edition of the Grammys was held yesterday night and if you missed them, let me tell you, you probably missed the most eventful soiree of the year (and it’s only February!) Luckily for you, we have made a summary with the biggest events. And the biggest revelation: THE QUEEN HAS FINALLY FOUND HER KING. You heard correctly — singer Amara Imani and star French footballer Kylian Mbappé are dating and went public last night. And let us tell you, we’d all probably be dying to have a relationship announced the way they did.

They didn’t just show up on the red carpet like ex-boyfriend Henderson had done back then with girlfriend Kaia Gerber — the singer decided to show up at the Grammys alone, steal all the spotlight and leave the red carpet with her beau. THE BIGGEST WINNER OF THE NIGHT WAS CERTAINLY HER.

Next to stunning the audience with five different (and absolutely dashing) dresses, Amara Imani was also the big winner of the ceremony, sweeping off the most important prizes such as record of the year, album of the year and four more. Her biggest surprise though was singing an unreleased song during her performance where she dedicated all to her love, shocking the world.

And she certainly did more than just that. With winning six grammys in one night, Amara Imani set herself next to artists Beyonce and Adele, who are the only other artists to win six grammys in one night. But to be honest, we are still all mesmerized by her last performance.

Imani opened and closed the grammys with her two performances (wild side/hrs&hrs, while we’re young) but the last one will probably be the one to go down in the history of the grammys. The one we’ll still talk about in ten years. She started — of course — with a thank you speech after winning ‘album of the year’ but not without giving the credit not only to her team and family but also to her new muse, who, we quote, “not only inspired me to keep going but also helped me write this whole love letter to love.” When she was then set to perform, the african singer changed tracklist and asked her boyfriend to join her on stage, who with a little persuasion joined her up there. The couple danced together as Imani sang, swaying to the soft tune of the music.

We can all agree that they were the attraction of the night with the way paparazzis and journalists were launching at them as they walked out, hand-in-hand. and of course the Grammys were carried by the french star striker.

And their looks were certainly enough. If that is not love, we truly do not know what is. Let’s all give praise to love and hope these two will last very long.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani made history in style last night and that next to the people that mean the world to me. a big thank u to @dior and @versace for supplying me with all those gorgeous dresses. thank u @beyonce for literally believing in me and thinking i had it in me. huge thanks to my family who always backed me and thank u to my gorgeous besties @graceywood and @liyah_clark for always supporting me whenever i needed you. and the biggest thank u ever to my love for loving me unconditionally. this is all because of you

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[saras-almanac]

This ask-and-answer was screenshot and somehow ended up on my for you page and I had to clip out the bottom of the answer because I feel worked up about it—probably just being tired and unable to sleep. For context this was part of an ask about what storylines someone didn’t like and also why they think people who just started watching don’t deserve to have opinions.

Something really ironic about this post and how “learning who Buck truly is would no longer allow you the ability to mold him entirely out of your Tommy headcanons” coming from a group that has largely molded both Buck and Eddie completely based on a fanon ship… Very much ship and let ship but the audacity of saying this is insane because if the extreme buddie shippers actually watched the show as well, they’d understand how and why Buck’s relationship with Tommy is so different from all his previous relationships, why it hits differently for Buck and the audience, and exactly why it does feel like it has the potential to be endgame. And literally even if you ignored the entire rest of the series and just watched season 7, it’s still very clear that was the intention?

Also the idea that somehow Tevan shippers have shown up and entirely created this idea that Buck can’t speak for himself and is a damsel in distress as if that’s not a huge part of the buddie scene? People infantilizing Buck is a huge problem but to act like it’s only one side is wild behavior, especially with how in this very answer they say that people who didn’t watch the earlier seasons don’t know why he hates associating with Evan and how it’s disrespectful that Tommy calls him Evan… which if the final few sentences are true and Buck can speak for himself, then wouldn’t we all be in agreement that Tommy continuing to call him Evan was clearly how Buck introduced himself and has never told Tommy to call him anything different? Also, the reason he goes by Buck is literally because there were three Evan's in his fire fighter training? It truly isn’t that deep. And the scene everyone always brings up is how he told his parents to call him Buck… was literally him extending an olive branch to them and saying he’d like for them to get to know him and who he is now?

Sorry have a lot of thoughts tonight and feeling a bit annoyed at the slight uptick in bs extreme buddie stuff on my dash.

[papertowness]

it’s so wild , like , seeing people in the 911 fandom ( ?!?!?!? ) on my dash because i watched it when it FIRST CAME OUT , as this 15 ( ? ) year old on demand at my grandpa’s house . and nobody knew what it was except for me . and then i see EVAN BUCKLEY and i’m like OHHHH MY GOD . i remember you when you were a baby . and nobody knew you except for me . anyway maybe i need to get back on that

[veronicalodgeswitch]

Hi, Miss! I thought maybe it would be nice if we met or talked, um, if that's okay! - Evan

This wouldn't have anything to do with Chuck Clayton, would it? It's common knowledge by now that we're involved, and you're publicly drooling over him on a daily basis on the dash. Just connecting the dots, here. Am I on the right track, sweetheart? @evan-wilde

[therealvinelle]

Today I bravely ventured further than ere I’ve gone previously into the twilight fandom and discovered in no short order: Garrett and Kate winning a poll as a side couple; fluffy (?) head canons about Edward and Bella; discussion of wholesome Cullen family holidays where everyone more or less gets along and likes each other (including Edward and Jasper even!!!); and discussion of how cute an adopted cat could be for Rosalie to look after. And there weren’t master lists! Or many textual references at all! They thought the animal-eating Cullens with super strength who terrify animals could have a pet without a problem!

I have retreated to the ranks of familiar metas where I’m not made to feel unduly cynical about it all and everything makes sense (… unlike Edward and Bella as a functional, healthy, genuinely in love couple after no demon pregnancy and he turned her???). Soon I shall once again venture forth but I think recuperation is in order. It was a surreal experience like watching the Harry Potter films with someone who hadn’t read the books and them thinking Hermione was a well adjusted person socially (… she refused to acknowledge Ron had a right to feel bad his pet died for a good part of a year, I don’t know emotional intelligence is on her list of outstanding traits).

Well, the point of this blog is that I have very poor reading comprehension and therefore completely fail to get what I was supposed to from my reading material. Very bizarre interpretations of canon result from this, and we get blogs like this one (or @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta for that matter).

It's a significant and important not to forget factor that Muffin and I developed our understanding of Twilight canon during quarantine, we were sitting alone in our respective homes going a little feral in ways we are still coming to terms with. We weren't always like this, at least not about Twilight.

As for the Twilight fandom, the thing is that a lot of the people I see on my dash and who I disagree with on a lot if not everything, tend to write much better characterised Cullens than I manage. I'm very happy with my fics and wouldn't do anything differently, but the fact remains that even people who disagree with me on a lot on the surface level still characterise many of the characters (with notable exceptions like Aro, who is one of this fandom's characterisation chameleons. Everybody has their own Aro) very similarly, sometimes better (this especially pertains to Edward, a character I find difficult to write).

Also, I have to warn you- if this was what seeing the Twilight fandom did to you, stay far away from Harry Potter fandom and if you do venture into the Harry Potter fandom, the second you see a post tagged "Lily Evans" in the wild you run. Close the tab, turn off the computer, because the odds of the post being wildly and/or hilariously misogynistic are ten to one.

[furubabasket]

I got tagged by @evanium for books I want to read in 2025! Hell yeah, I’m also on a reading kick and hoping to keep it going. So far I’ve finished The Locked Tomb (for now), read The Salt Grows Heavy, The Cloisters, and a few others, but I’m currently on Beneath the Citadel.

Here’s my list! Sci-fi my beloved.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built: A tea monk and a robot do philosophy in the forest? Something like that? I’m pumped for this one and have been ever since I read the first pitch. Just haven’t gotten my hands on it yet.

The Starless Sea: This one’s also on my list, Evan! This one might end up being a good comparable title to my main WIP, which is a big reason I’m picking it up, but I anticipate I enjoy it beyond that, of course!

All Systems Red: Someone on my dash has been going bonkers about this series for weeks and I want to know what the hype is about. I do LOVE a good “artificial or alien life insisting they don’t have feelings while clearly having feelings” thing, and I think this is that?

This Is How You Lose the Time War: Time-traveling rivals fall in love? As Bigolas Dickolas recommends, I must follow. Reading because of the hype but also because once in a while, I enjoy a book that’s almost poetry.

Dune: It’s a classic! Apparently! I’ve never read this or watched the movie(s) but I want to and I am hoping I love it because it could give some inspiration for my desert planet space cowboys WIP.

Road to Ruin: Futuristic courier on a motorbike delivers love letters through the hostile environment between habitable domes on a dystopian world. First of all, sick. Second of all, great inspo/possible comparable title for that space cowboys on hoverbikes WIP.

I shall tag @purplepeperomia @magneticmage @palefrogs @spaceydreem @verycoolbread @queenquong

Mutuals, I would be delighted to know your reading interests!

[sabrinajenre96]

Starstruck on the Outskirts"

A Roswell (1999) one-shot | Kyle Valenti x Reader

Y/N never quite understood the thrill of high school parties—the loud music, the random hook-ups, the crowds of sweaty teens pretending to be older than they were. She preferred a good comic, a stargazing session with her telescope, or maybe marathoning sci-fi flicks. Being Max and Isabel Evans’ little sister already made her feel like an alien sometimes… and not just because, well, they actually were.

Unlike them, she was 100% human—at least biologically. But the secrecy, the danger, the intensity of their lives had always made her a little cautious… and maybe a little awkward around everyone else.

That’s probably why she let Isabel and her best friend Mariah, Michael’s wild and wonderful girlfriend, drag her into this.

“This party is the thing, Y/N,” Mariah had said while tossing clothes around Isabel’s room. “If we’re gonna blow minds, we gotta do it right.”

“Why would I want to blow minds? I’d rather just… not be perceived.”

Isabel rolled her eyes, practically bouncing with excitement. “Exactly why you need this. Trust me.”

Before Y/N could protest further, the makeover commenced—mascara, curled hair, a killer outfit, a dash of confidence, and boom. She didn’t recognize herself. Apparently, neither did Max.

“Wait… Y/N? What the hell did they do to you?” Max gawked when he saw her. “You look like… like someone who doesn’t use the Dewey Decimal System to catalog their comic books.”

Y/N blinked. “I still use it. It’s efficient.”

Michael smirked. “I like her better in hoodies.”

Mariah gave him a shove. “You like me, so your taste is clearly in question.”

Y/N felt the nerves bubbling as they pulled up to the party spot—bonfires crackling in the distance, music thumping, cars parked haphazardly around the open desert field. She stayed rooted in the backseat.

“Y/N, come on,” Isabel coaxed, pulling open the door.

“I can’t. I’m gonna combust.”

“You survived your siblings being alien royalty. You can survive one party.”

With trembling knees and Mariah clinging to one arm, Y/N followed them into the crowd. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Whispers flitted through the air like dust motes.

Y/N leaned toward Mariah, wide-eyed. “Why is everyone looking at us?”

“Correction,” Mariah whispered with a smirk. “They’re looking at you, glam-nerd.”

Panicking, Y/N bolted, thinking she could Houdini her way into the night. But Kyle Valenti, beer cup in hand, saw her slipping away.

“Who was that?” he asked Isabel, eyes narrowing.

“Who do you think, Kyle?”

He laughed. “No, seriously. Who was the new girl?”

Isabel and Mariah grinned.

“That’s Y/N,” they said in unison.

Kyle choked on his drink. “That’s Y/N? Your sister Y/N? The Y/N who tripped on her own shoelace during her school presentation?”

Isabel gave him a look. “Yep. That one.”

Something stirred in Kyle—something that had been quietly buried under layers of ego, social hierarchy, and fear of rejection. He always liked her. A lot. But he was Kyle Valenti, golden boy. She was… well, brilliant and awkward and adorable and utterly off-limits.

Not anymore.

He made it his mission to find her.

And find her he did.

She was sitting at the Looking Point, hugging her knees, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Peaceful. Alone.

He didn’t mean to sneak up, but the gravel gave him away too late.

“Hey—”

“AHH!”

Y/N flailed, squeaked, and promptly fell on her ass.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry!” Kyle stumbled forward to help her up—and promptly tripped on his own foot, landing right on top of her.

Both froze.

Kyle’s face hovered inches from hers. Her wide eyes blinked at him behind smudged glasses.

“I… never thought I’d have an encounter with the opposite sex like this,” she mumbled.

Kyle blinked. “Did you just—?”

“Say that out loud?” she groaned. “Ugh. Yes. That was supposed to stay in my head.”

He chuckled, eyes soft. And then—before he could talk himself out of it—he kissed her. Soft. Quick. Electric.

He pulled back, stunned. “Sorry—I don’t know what came over me—”

“You—Kyle Valenti—you just kissed me,” she babbled. “Me. Y/N. The girl who once accidentally brought a Lightsaber to gym class. You kissed me!”

He reached for her wrist gently, grounding her. “Hey. Breathe.”

She looked up at him… and promptly said, “Wow, your eyes are really stupidly beautiful.”

Kyle raised a brow. “Stupidly?”

“Ugh, I said that out loud too, didn’t I?”

And then she kissed him.

This time, it was anything but awkward. It was clumsy and hot and breathless and absolutely perfect. They broke apart, gasping, her fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Kyle admitted. “You got a thing about making a guy fall—literally and metaphorically.”

She laughed, giddy. “You wanna go out with me? Like… on a date?”

Kyle smiled. “I was gonna ask you that.”

She jumped up, arms flailing in a chaotic happy dance. “Kyle Valenti asked me out! Kyle Valenti—”

He laughed, grabbing her hand. “Still waiting on an answer.”

“Oh! Right! Yes. I mean—yes. Again. Yes.”

And under the stars of Roswell, for once, being awkward and nerdy was exactly what made her unforgettable.

[iwriteasfotini]

OLIWITS Excerpt from TBOF Chapter I

Excerpt from Our Love is Written in the Stars: The Bonds of Friendship, Chapter I - Just Another Summer Day

James was airborne. He could tell how fast he was flying by the wind streaming through his hair. He clutched the bright red quaffle under his left arm, steering his Nimbus 1000 with his right. As it always did when he was playing quidditch, time seemed to move both very slowly and extremely fast. James heard a bludger whistling in his direction and rolled at precisely the right moment. 

Another red and gold clad player moved into position on his right and James flung the quaffle in their direction. He could hear the crowd chanting “Gryff-In-Dor Lions-Roar” complete with a chorus of roaring. James dropped then circled to the right as another chaser flew high and moved left. The quaffle flew his direction and he caught it. He was within scoring range. “Gryff-In-Dor Lions-Roar!” 

All of a sudden the keeper of the opposing team shifted in midair, transforming into a huge black dragon which spewed fire directly at him. James shot up like an arrow, then zigged and zagged, looping back around to face the hoops again. The dragon’s wing span blocked all three hoops at once, but if he flew lower and got just the right angle…

The quaffle flew through the left hoop and an ear splitting gong rang through the air. The dragon roared in displeasure, spewing fire which all the players were now swerving to avoid. But the crowd had gone wild at the goal. 

“Potter clap-clap-clap Potter clap-clap-clap.” A new chant filled the stadium. James soared through the air with his fists raised. The dragon emitting three short jets of fire on each clap-clap-clap. And as he looked at the stands James saw the freckled face and bright red hair of Lily Evans. She was shrieking and jumping up and down. He collided with another player and all went dark. 

“Oi! What the hell!” James shouted bolting upright to find himself tangled in bedding and unable to make out anything but fuzzy colorful blurs. Then he received another whap across the face from something puffy and smooth. 

“I woke up bloody freezing you pig, you are lucky I didn’t lose my todger or any toes.” Whap.

Even though he couldn’t see, James grabbed the pillow this time and tugged hard, grunting a bit as Sirius tumbled down on top of him. He lunged forward, attempting to smoosh Sirius into the mattress. 

“You wanker! What did you have to wake me up like that for?”

All he got back was muffled exclamations, so he let Sirius lift his head. 

“Because you stole all the blankets again. I think I have hypothermia!”

“What the hell is hypothermia?” James cried while he grabbed a pillow and attempted to smother Sirius again. 

Sirius kicked and flailed, finally rolling away. 

“It means I nearly froze to death!” he shouted

“Maybe if you wore some pajamas you wouldn’t be so cold!”

“Maybe if you wore some pajamas you wouldn’t have to steal all the covers.”

“Maybe if you didn’t keep falling asleep in my bed you could be toasty warm with all your own covers!”

“Maybe if you didn’t keep making me come into your bed at all hours of the night, I would sleep in my own bed.”

There was a tap at the door and both boys leapt out of bed, scrambling to find clothes. But it was no use. 

The door swung open and Euphemia Potter stuck her head round. 

“I heard you were up! Breakfast is hot. Inta nērattil cila āṭaikaḷai aṇiyuṅkaḷ.” And she retreated. Wear some clothes this time.

“See,” James chided, “even am'mā wants you to put some clothes on.”

“Both of you,” his mother called, “I’m tired of counting your ribs every morning!”

Sirius dashed from the room. “Oi! Mrs P I’ll have you know I’ve gained two pounds this summer.” 

James could hear his mother laughing in the hall, “Sirius, go put some trousers on before Lark mistakes you for a candlestick and tries to set your hair on fire.” 

Sirius grumbled his way back into the room and went to stand in front of the full length mirror near the closet. 

“Are we really that skinny?”

James came to stand beside him. They were nearly the same height, Sirius was a bit taller. And standing in only their pants, their frames looked nearly identical. It was just possible to discern a bit of muscle on Jame’s frame, due to his diligent training regime. And of course Sirius’ skin was alabaster, while James was as dark as a chocolate frog. 

“Look,” said Sirius, turning and pointing to a random spot on his chest. “See there, I’ve got some hair coming in.”

“Wait, I need to get my magnifier,” James said looking around frantically. 

Sirius shoved him, and James shoved him right back. 

“At least my mum didn’t have to sit me down and tell me I’d better shave off that disgusting caterpillar under my nose if I ever wanted to get a girlfriend,” goaded Sirius. 

“As if you will ever need to shave before we graduate!” James threw back.

“I don’t want to be a yeti anyhow.”

 “I am not a yeti! You are jealous because I look more manly than you.”

“I look plenty like a man. I’m sorry if your standards aren’t attuned to the delicate and refined masculinity of the House of Black.”

“Forgive me ‘your majesty.’ Allow me to brush your luscious locks and apply just a hint of  rouge to your sickly pale cheeks.”

“It’s called being fair skinned, and I’ll have you know I have the clearest skin in the entirety of Gryffindor house.” 

This was a point James could not contend. For Sirius truly did have the most incredibly smooth skin and James had never, and he meant never, seen even a hint of a pimple on his best friend's face. If Sirius were a muggle, he could make a career as a child model, though James would never admit this. 

As it was,  Sirius was already expert at putting his good looks to use in the wizarding world. The boys pulled on sweats and shrugged into hooded jumpers which hung off their wiry shoulders. The good thing about being similarly sized was they could share clothes. And they did. Sirius sharing more of James’ things than the other way around, to the point that James himself could not remember who owned some of the garments Sirius wore these days. 

They sped from the room, thundering down the hall before sliding down the stair banister into the lower level of the house. James was in front and as he came around the corner to the kitchens he nearly tripped over what looked to be a full tea spread hovering in midair. The tea tray let out a shriek, as Sirius collided with James and they went tumbling towards the breakfast table. 

But in an instant, they were frozen stiff in a comical display of tangled limbs and frantic faces. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the house?” said Euphemia in exasperation. She flicked her wand and the boys collapsed onto the floor, but the breakfast spread was spared.

…

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