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shoutout to the plus size girls who don't have flat tummies

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EVAN PETERS in Ariana Grande's music video we can't be friends (2024)

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Joel for Men's Health and the martial arts workout he uses to stay in shape for any role.

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Joel attends the red carpet on the closing night of the Red Sea International Film Festival on December 7, 2023, in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.

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I’m 90% convinced that this is going to be Ed’s last season.

Between Krys’ special mention

Ed’s confession

and the title of the trailer coupled with Ed’s picture

I’ve conspiracy theory’d myself into believing Ed’s going to die, He’s going to sacrifice himself to save someone or even the base and that is going to be his legacy.

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I want to be dicked down so BAD HOLY SHIT

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I just wanna be loved

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a sneak peak at Wednesday S2 when Wednesday and Tyler come face to face for the first time

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Joel Kinnaman as David "The Driver" in Sympathy for the Devil (2023).

Photographed by Saeed Rahbaran

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Joel Nordström (Joel Kinnaman) as Felix in Storstad (1990-1991)

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Joel Kinnaman as "The Driver" in Sympathy for the Devil (2023).

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

ed baldwin x gn!reader

Upon hearing bad news, Ed just needs someone there for him.

warnings: spoilers for For All Mankind, child death, minor character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/ comfort, cuddling, just friends but also mutually crushing type vibes

word count: 1271

author's note: here's the ed angst I've had bouncing around in my head. I feel it's kind of uneventful, but I had to write this and share it with the world because I love putting characters I love through the wringer for no reason. enjoy!

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You had watched helplessly as Ed destroyed the Soviet camera. It was seated in an open space between rocks and neatly covered up until Ed ripped the boulders off and over his shoulder. There wasn’t much you could do as he took his pickaxe and savagely mangled the camera. 

Earlier, both of you had received a message about Ed’s son from the Soviets with them offering their condolences. You both were confused, and when Ed asked you to clarify, you were no help. No one from Houston had told you anything. Gordo had been acting a little weird, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You suggested maybe the Soviets had been listening to your messages to your families, and there was a mix-up in translation. Either way, Ed was angry that the Soviets would even bother to mess with his head like that. So he took it out on the spy camera, much to your dismay. You hoped the Soviets wouldn’t get angry and try to harm either of you. 

Now, you and Ed were shedding your suits in the chamber before returning to the base. Once you get back inside, you immediately head for the cupboards for something to eat. Even if the food was disgusting, it did its job. You sit at the makeshift kitchen counter as Ed enters the main area. Suddenly, you hear a voice coming from the comms.

“Ed? Are you there? Ed?”

You turn in your seat at the table and watch as Ed cautiously walks to the comms screen. His ex-wife Karen is on the call, appearing very emotional. 

“It’s Shane,” Karen says, her voice cracking as she puts her hand on the screen.

Ed’s face twists into a look of shock and horror, tears brimming his eyes. His seemingly unlikely fear had come to fruition. You freeze in your seat, realizing something did happen to his son, Shane, as the Soviets insinuated. Condolences are only given when someone dies… That’s when it hits you. Ed collapses to his knees, burying his face in his hands. You’re unsure of what to do, still sitting in your seat with your food on the table in front of you. You push it aside as Ed shakily reaches up to turn off the communications. He didn’t want to hear the details of what happened right now.

“Ed?” you call softly, getting up from your sitting position and slowly walking toward him, “Are you alright?”

Ed doesn’t say a word but instead snatches the bottle of alcohol from a nearby table before spinning the top off.

“Oh no, you don’t,” you say, pulling the bottle away from Ed, “That will only make things worse.”

Ed can hardly look at you, tears falling freely down his face. He would never tell you this, but he hates looking weak, especially in front of you. He admires you in many ways, and he hates you having to see him falling apart like this. The chemistry between you was apparent, but those feelings were being shoved aside for now.

Ed walks a few short steps into the main area, where some chairs are splayed out, and he takes a seat on the floor. You sit next to him as he rubs his hands over his face. Ed punches the wall next to him angrily before pounding it again and again. You grab ahold of his wrist, stopping him mid-punch before he can split his knuckles open any further.

“Edward,” you say sternly, looking at him with concern. His eyes slowly meet yours for the first time.

You reach your hands toward Ed’s face, taking it into your grasp before moving in front of him. He lets his head relax into your palms and casts his eyes downward.

“Look at me,” you say softly as your own tears begin to burn in your eyes.

Ed’s eyes travel up to yours.

“There we go. I know this is a horrible situation, but you’re strong, and you’ve got this. You have to stay vigilant.”

“But he’s gone, Y/N,” Ed whispers, “He’s gone, and I’m here, and there’s nothing I can do.”

“You can stay focused and be tough for Shane. That’s all you can do right now, and I’m so sorry,” you frown, sniffing as tears run down your cheeks, “I’m so sorry you’re stuck here. I really am.”

Ed’s eyes squeeze shut as another wave of realization hits him. Sobs wracked his body, and you pulled his head to your chest, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“You’ll be okay. It will take time, but you will be okay again,” you say as you let Ed cry into your shirt.

You shuffle over to the wall, letting your back rest against it as Ed buries his face in your lap, curling up into himself. All you can do is run your hand over his back and through his hair as he pours out his grief. Seeing the man you look up to and have feelings for break down like this was odd, but losing a child is unfathomable. And Ed didn’t have anyone other than Shane after his and Karen’s divorce, except his colleagues, of course. But Ed had no one to run to when everything was falling apart. He especially had no one now except you, literally. Almost a quarter of a million miles away from home with no one else around to ease his pain. At least Ed wasn’t completely alone.

You feel Ed relaxing into your lap, and you figure he’s falling asleep.

“Ed? Let’s get you to your bunk, alright?”

Ed hums in response, except when you expect him to get up, he doesn’t. He turns over, presses his face to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist. Butterflies erupt in your belly at the close proximity. You adored Ed, but you didn’t want to take advantage of him right now when he couldn’t think straight. 

“Ed,” you draw out, but he ignores you.

Reluctantly, you move Ed off you and stand up, offering him a hand to pull him up. He takes it and stands up, brushing himself off and avoiding your gaze once again. He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way to the bunks, and you don’t go of his either.

You watch as Ed climbs inside his bunk, and you prepare to climb into your own below his.

“Will you stay?” Ed asks quietly, and you almost don’t hear him.

“I’ll be right below you the whole time, Ed,” you say, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“Please?”

You pause, taking a deep breath. Yes, you’re lonely, but not so much that you’d do something frowned upon. However, a situation like this just doesn’t happen- kids aren’t supposed to die before their parents. Especially when one of their parents is on the Moon. But you’d want someone to comfort you if you lost someone you loved.

You exhale slowly before climbing into Ed’s bunk and lying beside him. He reaches over you to pull the curtain closed. For a moment, the both of you just stare at each other. But you hesitantly reach out your hand to pull Ed to you. He ignores you, pulling you into him instead. You wrap your arms around him as he buries his face into your neck, tears falling onto your skin. The both of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other as Ed cries. You let him tucker himself out before falling asleep yourself. 

You aren’t sure what tomorrow will hold, but you’ll be there for Ed despite it all.

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No Better Love - Holder

TITLE: “No Better Love” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: You always look out for each other… 

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote another drabble for my man. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading as always. - V.  💜

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2012

You know his voice. Even the way Stephen rolls down the window and honks rhythms from that driver’s seat makes you laugh. 

“Where you going, girl?” He’s flirting and calls you. Your man slowly moves the wheels of this car forward, driving without Linden for once. 

You’ve walked home this time, somehow not drenched from another Seattle downpour this evening. 

“Getting us food. Stop.” You chuckle again, standing steps away from your favorite spot on the sidewalk. 

Instead, Holder parks that car and hurries out, almost running towards you with the biggest smile on his face. 

Holder opens the door, standing beside you in line not long after settling for that restaurant. 

“Uh-uh. Don’t touch your wallet. I got it.” He’s whispering, stopping the way your hand unzips a purse from habit. 

“Thank you.” Your words cut, trying not to argue. 

“You’re welcome.” Holder accepts your gratitude, taking the to-go meal bag without twice.  

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He drove you home, just talking over dinner without explaining what happened at work this time. 

You know much better than to ask questions and have learned that routine. Late-nights. Tough chats. Rare calls. Scary hospital visits. On and on. 

Sleepy?” You joke, looking down at him. Despite long legs and one nearly towering height, he’s rested with his head in your lap quite often, only feeling safe. 

“Nah. Food was good, though.” He’s yawning instead and your humored expression kicks up. 

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You suggested, trying to detangle yourself from this otherwise adorable position. 

“Um-um.” Holder doesn’t move, somehow readjusting your own placement on the couch. “I’m not tired.” 

“You’ll sleep soon.” You say regardless, leaning inward to kiss the top of his head and smooth that blondish hair. 

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The next morning, you wake up alone, going right back to reality.

Once again, Holder is just gone, working through more cases that you’ll never discuss with him. 

At least he’s got you, no matter what. 

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