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prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !

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this  blog  will  officially  be  archived  tomorrow  once  more  people  see  this  !  but  for  now  ,  the  new  blog  is  link  within  this  text  !  

prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !

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prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !

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Standing behind every girlboss…is a malewife.

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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

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I'm gonna get the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own.

GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day (for queerbuck)

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an inferno burnt within his soul , how could he be so . . . selfish? stupid? ignorant? there was a desire to swallow all of the words that had left his lips but he couldn't take those back now , could he? oh no. those were in the air between them forever. although , there didn't seem to be a forever for them now. the angel had ensured that. unknowingly. naïvely.

for the best , hmmm? it didn't seem that way.

❛ there's always a choice. ❜ despite the fire that burned in his chest , his voice didn't waver. the walls slowly rising back up around him. ascending. or maybe he was sinking. it sure felt that way.

❛ you idiot . . . there's always a choice. don't you see? ❜ of course , he didn't see. he was too naïve.

a sigh slips from the demons' lips , gaze only slipping momentarily from the others'. ❛ if i've learned anything throughout these very long years . . . -is that if it mattered enough . . . the want outweighed everything else. ❜ jaw tense , ❛ but not now . . . ❜ a frustrated ounce of laughter , ❛ -now you've already decided what you truly want. ❜

i'm not enough. i'll never be enough.

@patentyd ; I wish you'd stay. ( Crowley )

Never in the countless years that Aziraphale owned his bookshop, had he despised being in there. It had always been a place of familiarity, safety... comfort. It was cluttered and cozy, the perfect contrast to the white sterile livery of heaven. He'd transformed it from a simple cover story, provided by Heaven, into his HOME.

But right now? The shelves of books felt suffocating around him, a weight crushing against his chest, restricting his breathing. Was it the low lighting making his eyes blurry? Although, that wouldn't explain why they felt so wet.

Something tense hung in the air, thick and heavy. It seemed to distort Aziraphale's surroundings, stretching the distance between himself and Crowley into something akin to Miles, rather than the few feet it truly was. His finger, slightly trembling, pressed against his lips for a brief moment. The phantom sensation of the other's pressed against them still lingering.

"I..." The angel swallowed thickly, brain foggy. It was funny, really. How quickly one's world could shatter into a million pieces. Aziraphale had returned to the bookshop believing he was about to fix their lives, not – not DESTROY them. Something desperate crawled at their chest, settling under the skin and sending ice through their veins -- even as his skin seemed to burn hot.

"I'm sorry, Crowley. This isn't.. this is for the best, isn't it? What other choice do I have?" Aziraphale's voice trembles, delicate. All he craves is to reach for Crowley, to fix this. "I want to stay, I do."

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bar.bie has made me want a Amer.ica Ferr.era OC . . .

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you're smiling.

↳ feat. @patentyd

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lips  drawn  in  a  fine  line  ,  eyes  impartial  as  he  approaches  her  but  his  steps  are  careful  not  to  startle  her.  the  case  had  been  hard  on  everyone  ,  kids  always  hit  a  little  harder  ,  though  he  knew  she’d  be  particularly  affected  by  it  &  he  wanted  her  to  know  that  he  was  there,  even  in  silence.  he  didn’t  expect  her  to  speak  ,  nor  did  he  try  to  draw  out  a  reasoning  but  she’d  apparently  expected  that  from  him.

he  only  gives  a  short  nod  ,  waiting  another  pause  before  speaking  gently  ,  yet  impartial.  ❛  i’ll  tell  the  others  to  go  on  ahead.  i’ll  give  you  a  ride  .  .  .  .  when  you’re  ready.  ❜  he  says  with  another  short  nod  towards  her  before  gesturing  ever  so  slightly  to  morgan  ,  giving  the  ‘  go  ahead  ‘  to  clear  out.  he  knew they'd understand.

without taking another step , he stands nearby , looking out onto the horizon , the sun slowly setting. ❛ do you want to talk about it? ❜ a pause , ❛ you don't owe it to me. to anyone. but i'm here if you need someone to listen. ❜

@patentyd said: i'm not leaving your side. ( hotch )

               carol   doesn’t   know   where   she   would   be   without   the   bau.      after   the   tragedy   that   had   been   her   early   twenties,   she   had   worked   nonstop   to   get   to   this   point.      all   the   way   from   beat   cop   to   the   behavioral   analysis   unit,   it   had   been   quite   a   journey   thus   far.      every   day   is   different,   there   are   highs   and   lows.      when   they   catch   the   unsub,   when   they   save   a   life…      those   are   the   good   things.      the   hard   part   is   losing   people,   having   to   deliver   that   tragic   news   to   the   families.      for   carol,   it’s   always   the   hardest   when   it   involves   children.      it’s   her   specialty,   but   it   never   gets   easier   having   to   tell   a   parent   that   their   child   was   gone.

               today   had   been   one   of   those   days.      the   case   was   wrapped,   they   caught   the   unsub…      but   not   before   losing   the   child   they’d   been   searching   for.      there   were   tears   in   her   eyes   as   she   stood   off   to   the   side,   trying   desperately   to   hold   it   together   when   she   felt   a   presence   next   to   her.      her   initial   response   had   been   dismissal,   the   classic   i’m   fine,   don’t   worry.      that’s   the   shitty   part   about   working   with   profilers,   they   know   when   you’re   lying.      it’s   been   how   many   years   since   sophia,   and   she   still   feels   that   ache   as   strong   as   the   day   it   happened.      she   never   talks   about   it,   never   says   her   name…      it’s   just   too   difficult   even   now.      apparently   it’s   understood,   as   bau   leader   speaks   and   declares   he’s   not   leaving   her   side.

               ❝   i   just   need   a   minute…      i   know   we   need   to   head   to   the   airport   to   get   back   to   quantico,   i   just…      i   need   to   collect   myself.   ❞

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there's an attempt at finding the others' words comforting but that doesn't quite stop her hands from shaking , though she gives a small nod. ❛ o - okay . . . ❜ words whispered , blinking back the haze in her hues as she stands. ❛ i'll be right back. ❜

there's a glance around in regards to safety before feet quickly carry her over to the vehicle , swinging open the trunk. ❛ c'mon . . . c'mon . . . where is it? ❜ trembling words said to herself , but then brown hues catch sight of a medical grade first aid kit that hands swiftly grab hold of before the trunk is shut & feet hurry back over to the woman , her friend. ❛ okay . . . okay. i've got it. ❜ stated as hands open the kit , ❛ wh- what do i need? ❜

a sense of trepidation is easy to spot. she'd been trained to find little tells and it extends into every aspect of her life. " hey- it's okay." sharp breaths, gloria composes bits of pain and tries to make herself useful. she thinks, in some way, she'd be able to talk anyone through some form of field surgery. and if she had the reach, she would have plucked the lead from her flesh out already.

" first time for everything." she laughs in spite of it all. while there isn't a handbook for how to react with after getting shot, the former medic isn't sure this is it. she shifts, she winces a little more this time but her good arm points towards the unmarked vehicle. "in there, ali - the trunk, there's a kit."

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i'm having a bad day . . . [ ft. @careol ]

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I know.

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send 🕊️ for a tweet about your muse, ref. / wynonna & daisy !

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&.  social media meme ――

for all the edit lovers! a compilation of social media templates is linked.

send 📷 for an instagram edit featuring your muse, ref.

send 🎵 for a playlist edit inspired by your muse, ref.

send ✉️ for a text conversation between our muses, ref.

send 🤪 for an instagram story with your muse, ref.

send 🕊️ for a tweet about your muse, ref.

send 🕊️+ for a response to your muse’s tweet, ref.

send 🎞️ for a video call with your muse, ref.

send 📱 for a lockscreen of my muse’s phone, ref.

send 📱+ for a notification featuring your muse, ref.

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❛  uh  .  .  .   ❜  wide  brown   eyes  stare  at  the  crimson  that  expels  from  the  wound  in  the  others’  shoulder  ,  this  was  nothing.  she  was  a  homicide  detective  for  heavens  sake  ,  she  could  handle  this.  so  why  were  her  hands  shaking?  tears  start  to  well  up  but  she’s  quick  to  wipe  them  away  ,  wiping  some  of  the  others’  crimson  across  her  cheek  from  trying  to  assist  in  slowing  the  bleeding.

❛ i  -  i  .  .  .  i  haven’t   ,  no.  ❜  she  admits  ,  a  wave  of  uncertainty  washes  over  her  ,  accompanied  with  guilt. there's no hesitation in aiming for a look of false confidence though , ❛ but - but i can ! if i need to . . . ❜

the burn is familiar. that smell of searing flesh drawing purposely repressed memories to the surface. she stays calm enough, well hidden behind a veil of endurance cultivated over the years. gloria isn't entirely concerned about her own well-being, the hyperfocus hasn't settled into the pain entirely. the endorphins protect her from it all and they'd wear off eventually but not in the moment.

she had been pressing against the wound, the heat of the bullet still lodged in her opposing shoulder. matching scars she wants to laugh about. " you should have kept going, carter." at least others are still in pursuit. gloria leans back against the mortar, sliding down with a short chuff of air and laboured hiss. " you ever pull a bullet out of someone?"

@patentyd said: i didn't want to watch you die. ( ali ) meme//accepting

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we need a little us time.