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“i know, i’m sorry.” zach frowns before pressing his lips into a straight line. maybe she doesn’t want him to be her father but the paternal instincts that kicked in once he found out that he had a daughter are difficult to fight. even though the memory of gail is but a blur, there are glimpses of her in sarah that bring a tightness to his chest. accumulated grief that he had been denied to endure. “i just want you to be careful, about who you talk to.” his warning comes after seeing a young man with dark hair watching her. observing her. instinctively, he brings a hand up to his neck, soothing the dull, chronic pain he’s been forced to live with for the past years. “got a special someone in your life at the moment?” dating talk, really? well, this is a disaster.

@faithstored requested a starter (still accepting) || sarah & zach

        sarah's breath caught as she spotted zach outside her university dorm. she’d thought their last talk had closed this chapter. she didn't need an additional dad (although zach is her biological dad), she has one. and although it's not zach's fault that he wasn't a part of his life, she didn't need this complicated relationship right now. her life as an art student was enough without his world’s chaos. "zach," she said softly, her voice calm but guarded, keys jingling in her hand. "i thought we agreed… no contact." her eyes met his, steady, not unkind. "why are you here? is something wrong?"

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“jesus!” mildly startled, charlie whispers sharply under his breath and peers over the brightness of the monitor to find nora standing in the doorway. “playing solitaire, stephens.” his attention returns to the draft on the screen, highlighted and marked with a generous amount of suggestions. “as a matter of fact,” fingers move vigorously across the keyboard, louder than usual to express his annoyance towards nora interrogating him in the comfort of his office. “i do.” he hits enter then sits back in his chair, seeking for her eyes in the dark. “you say that as if i’m supposed to know who or what that is.” upon lifting the mug sitting nearby, he realizes that it’s empty and sighs exhaustedly. he starts towards the door and stops before his colleague, “i would ask you the same question but i’m out of coffee.” judging by her work ethic, he knows exactly why she’s here. the same reason he is. dedication to their job. usually his assistant works the machine and brings him a cup or he gets it from the cafe across the street. “are you good?” maybe she knows how to use the damn thing.

when charlie lastra looks up at nora stephens, she can tell he’s equal parts surprised and annoyed to see her. but then again, that’s how he always seems to look when she’s around. “what are you still doing here?” she asks at his door, perfectly situated between its frame. nora wouldn’t be caught dead slouching or worse — relaxed in his presence. charlie didn’t bring that out in her to begin with. “don’t you have some glorious, rent controlled penthouse on the upper east side to go home to?” it’s the rumor she’s heard the most and while nora isn’t sure which aspect of it is true, she knows some part is. “i thought someone left a light on but instead i find it’s you, sitting in borderline darkness under a single lamp… like the hash slinging slasher.”

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Stefan’s doppelgänger Tom Avery in 5x17

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nicholasgalitzine: Just a lil BTS and training from the last few months. (I can’t show you nada)

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it's been said that every person has, on average, about seven doppelgangers. tom's doubts had been lifted, for better or worse, after elena sent a candid picture of stefan. a couple of spoonsful from a stove pan macaroni and cheese were the only thing he was able to stomach. instead, he focused on renovating the shoddy home that he purchased almost a year ago in his spare time. when the headlights of elena's car shine through the window, he pulls away from his work and rushes to open the door, welcoming her with a tight embrace. "it's raining cats and dogs out there." he breathes, closing his eyes and scrunching his brows. raindrops on her jacket seep through the fabric of his worn t-shirt. tense muscles relax for the first time since she's been gone. elena is home, safe and sound. whatever happens in mystic falls can't reach her here. still, he double checks that the door is locked. "katherine. yeah, you told me about her. she's your lookalike." what were the chances that both of their doubles had a history? he sighs and nods, running a hand down his chin. "usually when people lie they do everything they can to convince you that they're not but like you said, she's like, centuries old. she's probably a pro at it." tom eases into their new reality by remaining as calm as possible. he's already had a meltdown in private. after noticing how distraught elena is, he walks over to her and takes both of her hands on the opposite side of the counter; thawing them from the cold. "we'll be alright." his voice is soft and reassuring, "remember how we thought we were going to die during finals? and look at us, we're still here, alive and kicking." lips press into a straight line, pondering what their code should be. "i don't think i could be tricked." he slowly releases her hands to start prepping their teas. a stash of elena's favorite is stored in the pantry for when she comes over. which has been frequent, so much that she practically lives here. "you have a presence." tom hands her the mug and leans back against the counter beside her. "it's different from anyone else i know." 

had it not been for the storm, getting to tom's wouldn't have taken elena as long as it did. it wouldn't have sent her into a ptsd spiral over driving across wickery bridge. by the time she made it, she was shaking; and that didn't cover the reason why she'd come in the first place. she didn't wait for him to invite her in, instead choosing to launch herself into his arms in the hopes that being safe, with him, and listening to the sound of his heart, would calm her down. "it was just a bad drive. i'm okay," elena says before tom can truly start to worry. they stand in the doorway for another minute, until elena separates them. she can tell he's been working on the floor in his living room when she does. the whole house has been a passion project. for the both of them, kind of. since tom bought it, they've put love and care into it as much as their free time has allowed. elena steps inside and lets tom close the door behind her, watching as he locks it. safe. they're both safe. no one's been invited in but her. their eyes meet when he turns around, able to read that they're having the exact same thought. "we should come up with a code," elena sighs. "because of her… she could trick you." katherine was a new threat, one stefan made sure to warn the pair about. it’s added to the variety of nightmares elena has but won't admit to. these ones though — they’re worse; the ones where katherine hurts tom in order to get to her.

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@summerwishes said: “i am a little afraid to go home.” ♡ meme.

"want me to ask the pilot to turn the plane back around?" cameron shifts slightly to look in the direction of the cockpit. "a lot people here are going to be so pissed but it's worth a try." he adds to let her know he's joking. they had lifted off about an hour ago and found themselves more than 33,000 feet above ground. corners of lips turn up into a soft smile and he puts a hand over hers on the armrest. admitting that he too is scared of going home would make things worse. cam is worried that their time as a couple will end once they're back in cousins. however, he tries to push the fear aside because it all comes down to what belly wants. "you know, we don't have to tell anyone if you're not ready." he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, soft brown optics meet her gaze steadily, "we can come up with something in case anyone asks."

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alex had felt confident that things would run smoothly. months of planning for the big day would make up for their on-and-off relationship and they'd become completely inseparable after tying the knot. sometimes he swore sarah couldn't stand him. it wasn't his intention to come off as contradicting when disagreeing on things like centerpieces. aside from the constant arguing, daily check ups on his best friend and holding her hand (albeit in spirit) through the span of the months that lead to jude's birth had led to another inevitable breakup. this time, it was permanent. "we don't have to do this, alex." sarah said one evening. it would have happened sooner or later. for one reason or the other. he and sarah weren't meant to last. both agreed on calling off the wedding. their mutual friends and family had been confused about the sudden change of plans but let the topic go after a few days. when he changed his status on facebook, almost instantly wanda messaged him. he let her in on what happened but didn't go further into detail. she told him that poppy was going to be visiting in a couple of days. he really wanted to see her and meet jude. problem? he ghosted her since the split. sarah had said something staggering during their last conversation. "i wish you'd do humanity a favor and just tell her how you feel." he decided to keep his distance as to not be the cliche sarah accuses him of being—but what about what he wants? that's the infuriating thing about alex nilsen—he lives by other people's expectations. which is why he finds himself at the wright residence, sweating underneath his dark sweatshirt, face flushed from the muggy ohioian heat. sensing the tension in the air, wanda looks between both then calls out, "what's that jimmy? you need help in the kitchen? i'll be right there!" alex didn't hear mr. wright's sonorous timbre but doesn't say a peep. "hey, poppy." their eyes meet and he can't fight the smile tugging corner of his lips, "your mom said you'd be in town this week. i hope you don't mind that i came by." he steps forward slowly, closing in on the space between them.

jude arrived at the very end of april. a taurus, poppy had researched, seemed to fit her son in every way. he took his sweet time coming, stubbornly arriving nearly three weeks late despite poppy's every attempt to get him out sooner. she walked and exercised as much as her body would let her, ate spicy food constantly. nothing worked. jude was on his own schedule and only once he was ready to appear did he rush from his mother like a bat out of hell. the subsequent months were both as difficult as she imagined they would be and also some of the sweetest of her life. jude slept well, a blessing that poppy learned to appreciate from the very start. but in the four months since he'd been born, a sense of mourning continued to happen. especially as summer came on with no kind of trip in the foreseeable future. and no alex, who was surely in the throws final prep for his wedding to sarah. every time she looked at jude, poppy was grateful to have such an intense responsibility; someone to take care of and love, who would be there to love her back. it made the realization fall a little more softly that both of their lives were irreversibly changing. or so she thought.

because while visiting her parents as the humidity of august hung thick in the air, a loud, late-night, knocking came from the wright's front door. poppy's eyes widen as her mom steps to the side, revealing alex. "what's going on?" but it's not her best friend that answers. "i've been posting about your visit on facebook…" a form of social media poppy doesn't have. she looks to @faithstored as her mother finishes, "alex and i are friends on there." the problem is... that doesn't answer her question.

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ indie, private and selective multimuse. sporadic activity. penned by allie (31, she/her)

HELLO THERE! welcome to my corner of the internet. i'm allie, i use she/her pronouns and i am thirty one years old. i've been on this hellsite for quite a while, a tumblr veteran, if you will. feel free to message me to plot or chat. discord available to mutuals only.

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last but certainly not least, have fun!

— emily henry universe

alex nilsen, people we meet on vacation

charlie lastra, book lovers

miles nowak, funny story

— divine rivals

roman kitt

— fourth wing

liam mairi

rhiannon matthias

— the hunger games

burdock everdeen

cinna

lysistrata vickers

— grishaverse

genya safin

jesper fahey

kaz brekker

nikolai lantsov

— leverage/leverage: redemption

alec hardison

— once upon a broken heart

jacks, the prince of hearts

— the summer i turned pretty

cameron ramos

— star wars

k-2so

mon mothma

— the vampire diaries

tom avery

zach salvatore

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Not bad looking? He’s damnably handsome. Brave in battle, smart as a whip. An excellent dancer, oh, and an even better shot.

— Nikolai Lantsov, Ruin and Rising

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ROGUE ONE 2016, dir. Gareth Edwards

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LOVIE SIMONE as KEISHA CLARK Forever | 1x01: Reunion

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Morning Doodle: “Be safe,” Zoya whispered. Be safe. As if those words could cast some kind of spell. “The only danger to me will be an overabundance of menu planning,” said Genya with a laugh. (Leigh Bardugo’s King of Scars CH 11)

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Aldis Hodge as Alec Hardison in Leverage (2008—2012)

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multifandom meme > [8/12] brotps - jesper x inej

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PROMPTS FROM THE LAST UNICORN *  assorted dialogue from the 1982 movie, adjust as necessary

your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. i would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

i'm always dreaming, even when i'm awake, it is never finished.

i can't do this very much longer.

unicorns? i thought they only existed in fairytales.

why do the leaves never fall here?

i love whom i love.

i'm looking for others like me.

what is the matter with your eyes? why can i not see myself in your eyes?

take me with you. for laughs, for luck, for the unknown. take me with you.

you may come with me if you'd like.

i cannot turn you into something you are not.

you are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.

you may come and go as you please.

i wish you would ask something of me.

i am afraid of this mortal body.

i had that dream again.

i remember you.

love is slowing you down.

come with me.

who am i? why am i here?

you can't come with us.

never run from anything immortal. it only attracts their attention.

a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.

what are you looking at?

please! please do something!

what can i do?

that would take a real magician with real magic, and i can't pretend anymore.

you have magic.

maybe you can't find it, but it's there.

you have all the power you need if you dared to look for it.

i was innocent and wise, and full of pain.

now that i'm a woman, everything is strange.

oh, i love you.

i will keep the color in your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name.

how'd you like a punch in the eye?

say my name. if you know my name, tell it to me.

i can never regret. i can feel sorrow, but it is not the same thing.

i love you. that's all i have to tell you.

yes, i will help you.

i know you! i almost knew you as soon as i saw you on the road coming to my door.

why must you always speak in riddles?

you can find others if you are brave.

i am listening!

i like to watch them. they fill me with joy.

you are an idiot! do you hear me?

i can feel this body dying all around me.

that was the real stuff. that was wine!

i would not be you for all the world.

you have let your doom in by the front door, but it will not depart that way.

i knew you were the last!

don't cry. if you have become human enough to cry, then all the magic in the world cannot change you back.

no, it can't be. can it be?

where have you been? damn you! where have you been?

don't you talk to her that way!

i'm here now.

where were you twenty years ago? ten years ago?

how dare you come to me now, when i am this!

it's all right. i forgive you.

you are a true wizard now, as you always wished.

does it make you happy?

men don't always know when they're happy.

i am a little afraid to go home.

i have done you evil and i cannot undo it.

i will try to go home.

it is a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.

there are no happy endings because nothing ends.

why won't you help me?