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the blurb was sooo cute omg

thank you!! 🩶🩶 I’ll probably do more asks this weekend if I have the chance

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the humble "like" is oft mocked despite what it does for us. "like, three people" is a vastly different statement from "three people". "and i was like 'what the fuck'" is vastly different from "and i said 'what the fuck'". i love you "like" and anyone who says you make people sound stupid will be killed on sight

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saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and she’s just walking around going “whoooa” “woooaah” to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes “mommy🫵” and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course it’s funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023

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Masters Of The Air + Eyes

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i saw that u take reqs so can u write something about bucky waking u up with neck kisses plsss 💞

ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪssᴇs ʙʟᴜʀʙ ― ᴊᴏʜɴ "ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ" ᴇɢᴀɴ

pairing: john "bucky" egan x reader

word count: 0.1k

warnings: fluff, innuendo

You rouse, your eyes slowly opening as they adjust to the light peaking through the window. You feel John’s stubble against your skin as his lips leave soft kisses along the back of your neck. Curling into yourself, you giggle at the sensation as it tickles, but John continues. He travels to the side of your throat and to your ear, where he whispers good morning. John’s hands wander across your body under the sheets, causing goosebumps on your arms and legs.

“Are you cold, baby?” John asks, nibbling your ear.

You shake your head, but John refuses your answer.

“Your body’s reaction says otherwise,” he says, his palms running over your stomach and breasts, causing more goosebumps.

John continues to kiss your neck, toying with you and teasing you as he does so. He makes you beg for his touch after he pulls away, to which you whine and cave into his desires to fuel your own. You spend the rest of the morning letting John caress and kiss you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world.

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ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ɪɪ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

callum turner x reader

One of Callum's group members pulls a stunt that puts their life at risk, and you must calm Callum down.

✣ warnings: allergic reaction, smoking, mentions and use of needle

✣ word count: 0.6k

✣ author’s note: here's another part of the camp counselor au! it's a little short but I think I'll be writing more short fics for this au.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

Boys will be boys. This means tween boys will dare each other to do things, even if it’s dangerous. A peanut allergy isn’t exempt from dares, unfortunately. Callum learns this quickly and harshly when one of the boys in his group consumes a peanut butter cup despite his life-threatening allergy to peanuts. He was dared by another boy in the group named Dallon to eat it, and Cole, who was the one allergic, wasn’t going to pass up a dare from Dallon. Cole didn’t want to be a wimp, so he ate it. Immediately, his throat begins to feel funny, and his tongue sits heavy in his mouth. Dallon starts to panic when Cole’s face turns red due to a lack of oxygen. Dallon bolts to where Callum is standing and talking to you in the mess hall.

“Uhh, Mister Callum?” Dallon wrings his hands nervously.

“Yes, Dallon?” Callum kneels down in front of the kid.

“Cole needs help.”

Callum looks over to where some kids are starting to gather around Cole, who is now struggling to breathe. Panic surges through Callum, and the both of you hurry over to the boy.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Callum asks Cole, and the boy weakly points to the candy wrapper.

“He’s allergic,” you say, eyes widening in realization, “Do you have an EpiPen?”

Cole nods, pointing to his backpack on the floor. Callum is rubbing Cole’s back to keep him as calm as possible, trying to keep himself calm as well. You rummage through the bag and find the pen. Luckily, knowing first aid was required to be a counselor, so you know how to use an EpiPen.

“Okay, Cole. You’re gonna feel a pinch in your leg,” you warn, uncapping the EpiPen and then injecting the needle into the boy’s thigh.

“Cal, go get the head counselor. Cole’s gonna have to go to the hospital, I’m afraid,” you grimace, “He could still go into shock.”

Callum nods and jogs out of the mess hall to call the head counselor over the walkie-talkie. He’s an absolute wreck. Watching a kid struggling to breathe was not on his to-do list today. Especially one of the boys in his group, for whom he is responsible. Callum wipes his sweaty forehead as you join him outside as the head counselor arrives and escorts Cole to the nursing cabin. Just as you are about to say something, Dallon walks up to you and Callum.

“It’s my fault, I dared him to eat it,” he frowns, “I didn’t think allergies were that serious.”

“It’s alright, Dallon,” Callum sighs, “But now you know what happens with allergies and not to do it again, right?”

“Right,” Dallon nods, “Am I in trouble, Mister Callum?”

“I think something like this is up to the head counselor, bud. But I don’t think you’ll go home just yet if it was an accident.”

The kids are given an extended lunch and are granted permission to go and play in the field by the lake until the head counselor figures things out. Cole is alert and breathing fine when paramedics arrive. You and Callum are hiding behind a nearby cabin as Callum sucks down a cigarette.

“He could’ve died,” Callum shakes his head, “And it’s because I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Even if you were, boys are gonna do boy stuff. You should know this,” you nudge him in the side, “When you’re that age, you’ll do anything you’re dared to. Cole may know how bad his reactions get and can tolerate them. Or maybe this was the first time he had a reaction to nuts. Either way, he handled it like a champ, and you were there to comfort him. You did great.”

“If anything, you did all the saving,” Callum snorts, “I would’ve chickened out trying to stab a kid with a needle.”

“Yeah, it’s scary, but at that moment, all that matters is helping the kid.”

“True,” Callum says, putting out his cigarette.

You kiss his cheek, “Let’s go before we get caught, or worse, someone gets hurt again today.”

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Samuel Roukin in interviews for a Turn: Washington's Spies featurette from season 2.

+ quotes from the interviews that will haunt my brain forever:

"That is a perfect punishment for a man like Simcoe. Simcoe would rather be in a torture chamber than he would be behind a desk." (on s02e02)

"This is a man that's never set foot in England, and yet he's fighting to save the British empire. Going back to Setauket is going back to Anna, which is going back to the closest thing to home." (on s02e05)

"Simcoe is still in love with Anna. So, when she comes to him, she does have the power. And she knows it. And he knows it. And he's not immune to it." (on s02e06)

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hi bestie have a great day

aw thank you!! you too <3

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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a stressed adult male protagonist splashing water on his face in the bathroom

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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it’s also fucked up that fat people literally fear going to the doctor for anything because they know the first thing out of their dr’s mouth no matter what their ailment is, is gonna be “lose weight lol” broken leg? lose weight. rash? lose weight. whooping cough? lose weight binch!!!!! like we get it. but can you just write my prescription you bitch so i can go eat a salad and not call you again until im about to die of the plague????

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literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro

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They need to invent time travel so that I can introduce the phrase go whiteboy go to mid eighteenth century cork

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Austin Butler training for Dune Part Two. Credits: iTunes Extras.

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check out literally just sitting outside if u can. the hobby of the summer

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Having Sad Thoughts about Gale being the one who’s not able to cope after the war instead of Bucky.

Bucky has his struggles but he’s managing better, finds his structure and methods he needs. But all the trauma that Gale had been pushing down and ignoring during the war can’t be buried anymore, he doesn’t have the life-or-death tension to keep him focused, everything comes up like a raging inky flood and he’s breaking, drowning.

This is also an excuse to write hundreds of words of just Bucky cradling a sleeping Gale in his arms as he lies on his lap with his head resting in the crook of Bucky’s arm. Bucky smoothing his now-slightly-longer hair and petting Gale’s scarred, hollow face.

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! You're supposed to paste it in the asks of people you adore! absolutely no pressure, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside & out, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜.💖💝💗

stephhhh thank you 🥺 you’re a beautiful person too <3