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affection by between friends

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(c)

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GILMORE GIRLS - SEASON 5 EPISODE 1.

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PLAYING IT COOL (2014)

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(c)

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Barry and Iris cuddling by the fireplace.

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damn you're a really fucked up mess of a person (falls in love)

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TAYLOR SWIFT for Vogue Australia | 2015

[ts gifs] [gifs]

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ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!

ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

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Victoria Pedretti as Love Quinn in You S02E04

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enemies to lovers? no, you misunderstood. I want enemies to mortal nemeses to reluctant allies to lovers to heartbroken enemies back to reluctant allies back to lovers.

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Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

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What day was it? For some reason Bellona couldn’t remember. After the long weekend through the beginning of the week that she’d had it was a wonder she could even get herself out of the house. Days and nights began to bleed together as she spent extra hours at her in-home office pouring over documents. She contributed that little fact to her still fully work-shrouded attire which consisted now of an unbuttoned blouse, crisp slacks, and black heels which contrasted its once blazer-hidden outfit with a more modest closing just below her throat. Not that the clean pressed look had lasted long after she left the courthouse, instead working away the stuffy clasps as she tossed the blazer to the backseat and auto-piloted right for the nearest open bar. A case like the one she had been working on deserved a break when it was done.

Or maybe that was what she told herself to make the day drinking feel more appropriate. Even if she hadn’t cared to begin with. It was with complete ease that she slipped herself onto a stool at the bar, readied wallet already atop counter as she leaned back and swiveled her neck. A slightly more comfortable huff leaving her at the few little pops that rippled through her spine. With a roll of her shoulders she sat up a little straighter, acknowledging the bartender before the familiar term even had a moment to settle. It wasn’t often she heard Italian out in this area, and if she’d been running on any more sleep she might have had the mind to question it. “Amaretto and Scotch, per favore.”

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Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays were a guilty pleasure for the staff here, especially at the restaurant where most people don’t usually think about the fact that there’s a bar here, open for sitting at as well as ordering drinks from their table. Well, so long as it isn’t Olympic season anyway. Angel loved being scheduled these evenings where the only regulars planned on showing up to drink themselves under the table, though he certainly found it all the more interesting when someone else outside the normal crowd came along. These particular folks often showed up with a bit of a huff if not moping around, obviously taken down a peg by the moments that preceded their arrival, mostly wordlessly taking a place at one of the corner stools.

It was rare for Angel to be in a fairer mood given he’s usually scheduled the weekends when it’s most hectic, but since he was actually able to hear country music channel tonight, it was keeping him rocking slightly on his feet.Turning around to serve one of the normal patrons their appetizer sampler plate with a small nod of acknowledgement shared between them, he lightly tossed the bar towel over his shoulder as he eyed the new arrival. “What can I getcha, signora?” Italian felt seamless still, and he almost internally scolded himself right then and there. Two years back home couldn’t change five years of nonstop exchanged in a language that felt like second nature now.

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Alexandra Daddario

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listen I didn’t come here to ship it lightly ok I came here for it to consume my soul

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Don’t smile.