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Shoutout to the U.S. embassies in Austria, Chile, India, and South Korea who have directly ignored orders from the Trump administration in flying the pride flag

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i will never forget and i will never forgive

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Two more OC’s for ya!

Maria “Ria” Alvarez- GTA V (Potentially VI?)

Terra as the Huntress- Borderlands 2, The Pre-Sequel, and 3.

OC Aesthetics from left to right:

Scarlett Rein- GTAV/CoD

Alexander Stone- CoD

Emilia Hase- FO76

Lily Torrens- Payday 1,2, & 3

Raven Blair- 911

Stella [REDACTED]- FO76

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Fallout 76, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Vault Dweller Character(s) (Fallout), Original Fallout Characters, Female Resident (Fallout 76), Maria Chavez Additional Tags: character backstory, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Psychological Trauma, Pre-Wastelanders Update, Swearing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use Series: Part 1 of Tales From West Virginia Summary:

Emilia steps out of Vault 76 determined to change- determined to begin again.

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OC Aesthetics from left to right:

Scarlett Rein- GTAV/CoD

Alexander Stone- CoD

Emilia Hase- FO76

Lily Torrens- Payday 1,2, & 3

Raven Blair- 911

Stella [REDACTED]- FO76

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getfandom: Which character storylines are you looking forward to seeing on this season of 9-1-1? Watch the #911onABC premiere Thursday at 8/7c on ABC and stream on Hulu!

(This is a paid partnership between fandom & 911)

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If you can’t think of anything to say about a fic, writers also like to know:

- what time it is

- how long you’ve been reading

- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours

- what you were late for because you were reading

- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep

- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak

- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

- how much phone battery you have left

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Uh... I... I don't know how to explain this. I don't need you to explain to him. I just... I need you to check in on him, I'm worried.

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“Dave!”

“Fuck. Off.”

“Davey, wait, jus’ let me—“

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I can explain—“

Davey finally whirls around, his eyes blazing.

“Which part of fuck off,” he enunciates clearly, in a voice like a knife’s edge, “was too difficult for you to understand?”

Jack swallows hard, faltering back a step.

“It’s not what’cha think,” he begs. “I swear it’s not what’cha—“

“And what the fuck would you know about what I think?” Davey asks with a derisive scoff. “I’ll tell you what I think: I think you’re a coward and a traitor and I can’t believe I was stupid enough to trust you when you were lying to me from the moment we met. Tell me, Jack,” he says, his eyes glittering like shattered glass. “Were you playing both sides from the start? Or was Pulitzer’s offer just too good to refuse?”

“I ain’t like that,” Jack pleads. “I didn’t want to, Dave, but I didn’t have a choice.”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Davey says sharply. “You always have a choice.”

“You don’t always have a good one,” Jack says grimly. “An’ a bad choice ain’t no choice at all.”

Davey’s eyes narrow.

“…You get two minutes,” he says finally. “Talk fast.”

“I went to talk’ta Pulitzer, jus’ like I said,” Jack says. “But he was expectin’ me. He started making all these threats about roundin’ everyone up an’ tossin’ ‘em in the refuge like they did Crutchie and— And he said he’d back off, but only if I called off the strike and got the rest of ya to fall in line—“

“And you believed him?” Davey asks, incredulous. “Jack, we were in his sights from the very beginning, he was never actually going to leave us alone—“

“I know that now!” Jack exclaims. “But I thought… I had to try. I had to at least try.”

“That’s not your call to make,” Davey says.

“Isn’t it, though?” Jack asks pointedly. “I’m the leader. I’m the one callin’ the shots. And when somethin’ goes wrong, I’m the one ‘ta blame. After what happened to Crutchie—“

Jack has to stop for a moment, the thought of what happened—what’s happening—to Crutchie almost too much to bear.

“What happened to Crutchie could’ve happened to any of us,” Jack shakily continues, once he thinks his voice won’t crumble to pieces. “They weren’t targetin’ anyone in particular, they could’ve nabbed any of us. So, maybe that’s on me, maybe it ain’t. Maybe Crutch would even tell me it was worth it. But this time…”

Jack scrubs a hand over his face. “Pulitzer’s closing in, Dave, he’s circlin’ us like a fuckin’ vulture, makin’ threats—“

“We knew what we were getting into, we agreed that it was worth the risk—“ Davey interrupts with that same righteous fury.

“No, Dave,” Jack interrupts, and Davey must read something in his expression because he actually stops arguing, his brow furrowed. “Not jus’ we. You. He looked at me, looked me right in the eye, and said your name. He knew your fuckin’ name,” Jack spits out, “an’ said it’d be such a shame if you ended up in the refuge because I didn’t know when’ta quit a lost ‘cause. Said it would be my fault.”

Jack stares at his hands—helpless, useless, idiotic, defeated. Then he rolls his shoulders back, and meets Davey’s gaze head on.

“I can’t let that happen,” he says solemnly. “I can’t be the one that ruins your life. An’ I’m sorry how it all went down, Dave, really, I am. But I’m not sorry for doin’ what little I can to try an’ protect you.”

Davey’s face has gone pale, his mouth pressed in a thin, harsh line.

“Pulitzer threatened me,” he says, his voice strange. “And you caved.”

Jack lets out a heavy breath, low and exhausted. “Yeah.”

“Me.”

“Yes, David. You.”

Davey stares at him. “You’ve known me for three days,” he says, like this is supposed to mean something to him.

Jack throws his hands up in exasperation. “So?”

And Davey starts laughing.

It bubbles out of him, loud and a little hysterical, and he hunches over with the strength of it, clutching his stomach. He laughs and laughs, then laughs some more, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

Then suddenly he’s crying, pressing his palms to his eyes as if to physically halt the flow, his shoulders shaking, his lip quivering.

Jack’s heart fractures in his chest.

“Dave,” he says softly, stepping forward. “Davey, I’m— I’m sorry—“

Davey’s head whips up, and his eyes are wild, enraged, behind the tears. He grabs Jack by the collar of his shirt, hard enough to drag him off his feet a little, and starts forcing him backwards, step by furious step.

Jack’s back hits the brick of the alley behind him, and he’s certain that Davey’s gonna haul his arm back and clock him one good.

Instead, he kisses him.

It’s frenzied and frantic, teeth and noses bumping as they clash together. Davey’s hands cradle his jaw, holding him, no, pinning him in place as he ravages his mouth, a force of nature trapped beneath soft skin, breakable bones, and big blue eyes.

It’s overwhelming, it’s dizzying, and Jack can do nothing except give into it, give into him. He fumbles for purchase, cupping a hand around the back of Davey’s head and dragging him closer, kissing back just as desperately, caught in the storm.

But eventually, things start to slow, gentling into something softer, steadier. They’re both panting hard, chasing after each others’ mouths for a few final kisses, chests heaving in tandem.

Davey’s hands find his wrists, pushing him back but not away, and their hands tangle together, their foreheads just barely touching.

“This is bigger than us, Jackie,” Davey says quietly, and Jack sags against him, the first beginnings of hope blooming fresh in his chest. “It’s bigger than any one of us. You can’t sacrifice everything we’ve worked for, not for me. I won’t let you.”

“Dave,” Jack whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” Davey murmurs. “I get it. I’m still absolutely pissed at you for the way you went about it, but I get it.”

“The others,” he starts hesitantly. “Do you think… Will they forgive me?”

Davey’s hand curls around his hip, steady and grounding.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I think they will. They love you too much not to. But you’re gonna have to grovel.”

The smallest of smiles pulls at Jack’s mouth, refusing to be stifled.

“Fair enough,” he concedes.

“We can do this,” Davey tells him, and it’s hard not to believe him when he gets that glint in his eyes, steely determination shaping every syllable. “But we have to do it together.”

“Okay,” Jack agrees. “Together.”

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Inspired by this and this

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We are so back in our writing era babes 😤👍✨

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~ THEY'RE DATING ~ RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

constant physical touch to feel safe

being an expert in teasing the other

seeking eye contact

understanding each other without words

recognising the sound of their steps

moulding perfectly into each other's arms

knowing their answer before they say anything

kisses on the cheek when they leave the room

arguing about minor disagreements

having a fight with just looks

being annoyed by the tiniest things

being unable to be mad for a long time

feeling more at ease when the other is by their side

always talking about their s/o in front of others

watching their oblivious s/o lovingly

trying to fulfil their wishes

holding hands when sitting next to each other

brushing through the other's hair while talking

trying to make them laugh

absurd terms of endearment

developing own terms for everything

cancelling their schedule just to spend time with them

sharing tasks

letting out their anger in front of them

feeding each other their food

making a mental list of everything that happened over the day that they want to share with them

kissing to make them stop talking

gifts as an apology

doing something silly to cheer them up

accepting & living with their quirks

always pointing out certain annoying behaviour

adopting some of their manners

knowing where they're most ticklish

asking them for advice/help

'your problem is my problem'

feeling bad when the other is having a hard time

kissing them goodbye in the morning

craving their company after a stressful day

snuggling up to them at night

not wanting to leave their embrace

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Fanfic Ask Meme

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20 angsty romance prompts part 2

(feel free to use <33 tag me when yall writeeee)

crying in your lover's arms

^ face buried in their chest, while their heart breaks at your every sob :(

"i wish i loved you less." but it is spat at the other person angrily, immediately being regretted after the words leave their mouth.

watching them cry and not knowing what to do (ouch-)

"why do you love me when you know i can't- shouldn't love you back?"

"you messed me up, you fcked me over and what- how dare i? how dare fckn you!"

"i am sorry. i am so so.. so.. sorry. please.. let me go."

"don't you dare do this to me- No! No, no, no, no- nono, hey, please!!"

"... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... " (if written write, this wud traumatize me)

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

them literally on their knees, "please, please--just please trust me! Why is it so hard for you to believe me once?"

^ "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?"

"i am not sorry that i don't love you. I'm sorry that you don't love yourself."

"i loved you, believe me. i did. then you turned into someone else, someone... scary."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP HURTING ME? why--why am i the one.. always losing everything..?"

"listen to me-" "No, no!" "my dear, i swear, that isn't what i meant." "oh yeah? i don't think so. you were pretty loud and clear back there."

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me."

"promise me you'll be okay, and that you'll keep living. moving on, even without me." "only if you do the same." (this happened irl yall)

"you saved me then killed me all over again."

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish/John Price/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John Price Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, One Shot Collection, Getting Together, Polyamory, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Task Force 141, 141 is a found family, Domestic Violence, Murder, Alternate Universes, Previous Abusive Relationship, Derogatory Language, Harassment, Toxic Ex-boyfriend, First Kiss, fake dating (kinda), Alternate Universe - Royalty, Arranged Marriage Summary:

This is just a collection of all of my threads on Twitter for Call Of Duty, some parts will be NSFW others will be SFW.

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Fallout 76, Fallout (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Vault Dweller Character(s) (Fallout), Original Fallout Characters, Female Resident (Fallout 76), Maria Chavez Additional Tags: character backstory, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Psychological Trauma, Pre-Wastelanders Update, Swearing, Implied/Referenced Drug Use Series: Part 1 of Tales From West Virginia Summary:

Emilia steps out of Vault 76 determined to change- determined to begin again.

 I give NO permission whatsoever to post my works anywhere else.