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So, this was happening a few days ago on Twitter and now I feel like my life is complete

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10 YEARS SINCE #PrinceCaspian  (May 17, 2008 - May 17, 2018)

can we please talk about this ♥♥♥

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Today (Dec 16th) is Anna’s birthday #HappyBirthdayAnnaPopplewell

Will Moseley posted this on Instagram, then deleted it.

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May 16, 2019 Narnia’s cast REUNION!!!

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The PTMC? More like the LGBT 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ + text posts

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hitting return early on libby when there's people waiting and feeling like a benevolent queen distributing alms to the poor

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HI!! Can i request something? Usnavi actually caring about Pete? Like, Pete's hurt or upset and Usnavi stops being an asshole for all of 5 seconds and actually cares about him :D YOu're wonderful btw!

I GOT WAY TOO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS 

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some ear scratches with lil sonny and pete for @smoltinypumpkinchild

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lil nina and lil usnavi have somewhere fancy to be

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@awkwardfortuneteller of course i’ve seen that tweet

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do you ever just,,, love carla so much and want to cherish her for always because she’s so wonderful?

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do you agree with the hc that benny & nina are romantic saps who write each other actual letters when she's in stanford?

:0000000000 i do now!!!!!

benny cries every time

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do you think you could draw nina being all panicky and anxious but someone hugs her? like vanessa or benny

hello why not both??

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@themodern-majorgeneral asked:  idk if you’ve ever drawn him, but…. benny? 🥺🥺🥺

i haven’t drawn him in a long long time. he’s a good dude.

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I love your art so much! And I have question. How did Benny and Usnavi meet?

in my headcanons when theyre like 7 benny was the new kid in school and usnavi was charged with showing him around 

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Attention!! If you are in line for hospital gala Mohabbot, stay in line!

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I drew the cast of The Pitt from memory and I feel like I need the world to see my Whitaker:

I drew way more of the cast but this one is my favorite

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falling asleep with their head in your lap for kingdon (frank's head in mel's lap... 👀 )

“You should just kiss him, you know?”

Mel’s hand, previously caressing the soft strands of Frank’s unruly hair, freezes its movements at Becca’s words.

“What?” Mel asks, her voice instinctively low as to not wake Frank up, but also strangled, as she feels like her heart is lodged in her throat, making her taste all the blood its pumping through her body. 

“Frank,” Becca says, as if there was any doubt about what him she could have been referring to, as if there are a lot of hims in Mel’s life. “You should kiss him already.”

“Becs…” Mel goes to complain, but she finds that the words elude her. 

Becca gets up from the loveseat, stretching her arms high over her head, interlocking her fingers in the air and tilting her waist left and then right.

“He’s good to you.” Bending at the waist, Becca touches the floor with the palms of her hands and pedals her legs, bending each knee one at a time while keeping the other one extended. “He makes you happy. He’s your best friend.”

“You’re my best friend,” Mel automatically retorts. 

Becca stands upright again, so fast Mel worries for a second about orthostatic hypotension, as she sends Mel a knowing look. 

“I’m your sister.”

Silence stretches around them as Mel thinks on her response. Becca works on stretching her wrists by doing gentle circles with them. Mel works on calming her rapid heartbeat by inhaling and exhaling deeply and measuredly. 

“It’s not that easy,” she ends up saying, only to have all her careful consideration destroyed by Becca’s quick reply. 

“Why not?”

Biting her bottom lip as she begins to feel it trembling, Mel lowers her gaze to look at Frank’s head resting on her lap. From this position, with her sitting on the couch and him lying down on his side, she can only really see the crown of his head and the very edge of his nose. Her hand is still buried in his hair and she makes the effort to begin moving it again, slowly. Her fingertips graze his hairline, his temple, the back of his neck. 

There’s a plethora of reasons that she could give, a list full of options to choose from: a divorce, a shared workspace, two kids under the ages of six, caretaking responsibilities, the complicated and never-ending path of sobriety, low-self esteem issues, a friendship that has become so vital to her it’s like she was born craving it. 

It all boils down to one thing, however. 

“You don’t know if he feels that way about me.”

Becca scoffs, the sound disbelieving before it turns into a gentle laugh. Grabbing her favorite blanket from the sofa, she walks towards the hallway that leads to her bedroom. She waves a hand  at Mel in farewell.

“Good night, Mel,” she says. “You should just kiss him.”

The living room feels so much more suffocating with Becca gone, despite it being emptier. Thoughts race through Mel’s mind, loud and overwhelming and fearsome. Her hand lightly shakes as she tries to gently disentangle it form Frank’s hair without pulling on it. 

And then, he moves. Everything goes quiet as he turns so he’s on his back now, his occipital bone against her thighs, his eyes blinking up at her. Her hand is hovering in the air above him, still trembling. He telegraphs his next action loudly as he does it, raising his arm so he can grab her hand in his and rest both of them against his sternum. 

His gaze tells her everything she needs to know. 

“Hey, Mel,” he says, intertwining their fingers. “You should just kiss me.”

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thinking abt javadi basically becoming the third roommate bc she’s always escaping to santos and whittaker’s place. people that don’t know their origin story think that ‘crash’ is bc she’s always crashing on their couch, and javadi can live with that