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SKYLER SAMUELS gif pack .

incoming . . . in this gif pack you will find #458 gifs of SKYLER SAMUELS [ b. 1994 ] in aurora teagarden mysteries: something new . these gifs were all made by me so please like / reblog if using or just to hype this pack . do not edit these gifs in any way ( that includes gif icons, crackships, literally anything ) without first asking and getting permission . their ethnicity is white . content warnings : drinking , food , police uniform (others) , flashing lights . age at the time of filming : 28 - 29 years of age

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in your own sweet time.

from his perch on the perkins steps, andrew watches violet hustle across the quad. she’s half reading a textbook and half watching where she’s going, head almost obscured by her wildly curly hair and a pair of large sunglasses.

“reading room’s full,” he announces when she arrives at the steps.

“no it’s not.” she pauses. “is it?”

“why would i lie about the reading room being full?”

“i-“ she pauses again. “i’ll go check.”

it would be rude to time her but he can’t help himself. it takes her six minutes to come out again.

“well, shit.” she huffs and shoves on her sunglasses again. “is there room at the diner?”

he shakes his head. “even worse.”

“and joan’s psych group has taken over our common room. it’s like being analyzed every time you walk by.”

“can’t have that.” he stands and leans down to peck her on the cheek. “i’ve got a bunch of lacrosse players sweating a world civ final in mine.”

“great!” she says, a touch of hysteria in her voice but a wild smile on her face. “i’ll just fail organic chemistry and be my mother’s unpaid field hand.”

“i’m sure she’d at least pay you by the tomato.” she tips down her sunglasses to give him a poisonous look and he laughs. “can use my room, leave the door open.”

she opens her mouth to say no and then stops. “are the lacrosse players loud?”

“depends on where they are in the timeline.”

violet decides to risk it and he leads the way back to his house. it’s a stone house with three floors of young men he’s nominally responsible for, three quarters of whom are threatening to drop out and join the war at any given moment. as long as none of them start a fire and sign in and out when they’re supposed to, he doesn’t care much what they do.

“lady in the house,” he calls as they pass the common room. four lacrosse players freeze and immediately crane their necks, looking like a bunch of lemmings. it’s uncanny enough that he hustles violet past and to to his room next door.

“you can take the desk,” he says, setting his things on the bed. “i’ll take the floor.”

he could take the bed but it feels suggestive. it’s not as though he would ravish her with the door open but it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it…a lot. he props open his door and when he turns back, violet is squinting at the books above his desk. he hadn’t realized how vulnerable having her in his space would make him feel. he isn’t a pig - he’s tidy and it’s not like he’s got nudie mags out in plain sight - but she’s in his room looking over his things with the same canny eye she does everything.

“you read the hobbit?”

“what’s wrong with the hobbit?”

she shakes her head a slides it back into the shelf. “john’s been trying to get me to read it,” she says, tilting out another book and making a pleased sound at it being rebecca. “never have, never will.”

“there are talking trees. i think you’d like it.”

she shrugs and moves to his desk drawers. “oh, probably. it drives him crazy though and that’s more fun for me.”

“i thought you needed to study,” andrew says, amused as she starts to rummage.

“yes but you can find out a lot about a man from his desk,” she says. “ew, do you bite your pencils?”

“bad habit.”

“you’ll get lead poisoning.”

“i was counting on it for a little while there.”

“need a lot more pencils than this.” she holds up his army identification. “this is a terrible picture of you.”

he looks and winces. “yeah. bad haircut.”

she snorts and continues rooting. he sighs and hooks his chin on top of her head, arms around her waist, to watch. there’s less shit in there than he remembers - loose change and pencils, his dog tags and the spare keys for all of the rooms in the dorms. finally, she unearths the only family picture he still has and that vulnerable feeling sneaks back in.

“is this your family?” she looks back, a little alarmed. “i’m sorry, i’m being nosy.”

it’s a picture in front of the church back in pickens on libby’s wedding day. she’d been seventeen by the skin of her teeth and he hadn’t been too far behind her, jamie about ten if he remembers right. he looks skinny and sullen, his good pants half an inch too short. with how that summer had been going, he and his parents had probably already had their daily fight about him quitting school in the fall and he had brought his bad mood to church. he knows how they must look, like white trash dusted off for town.

“no, it’s fine.” he clears his throat to make the introductions. “that’s my parents. um, jamie and libby, libby’s husband. me.”

“you’re middle, right?” her eyes stay on the photo, her eyebrows drawn together.

“yeah. libby’s ten months older.”

“and she was getting married?”

he shrugs. it was what she wanted to do and lord knew you just didn’t tell libby what to do. “she wanted to.”

violet hmphs and keeps studying it. he’s dying to read her thoughts but afraid at the same time. he hasn’t told her all of the nitty-gritty details just yet. he’s met her mother and they’re together in a way that feels settled but it’s still only been two months and change. she knows that he’s not on speaking terms with his family and that he grew up dirt poor and pissy. there’s no use hiding it when he wears the chip on his injured shoulder for the world to see. she would understand if he told her the details - how he never felt right at home, like he was being held underwater and how he didn’t feel like he could breathe until he got out. she’d probably take the first bus to pickens to fight his mother if she found out no one had ever responded to the notice of his injury or his letter when he got home. but he’d almost rather keep them to himself - really, he’d just prefer that they forgot he existed so he can do the same.

she studies it a moment longer and then leans back to kiss him on the jaw. “you deserved better.”

“you think?”

“yes,” she says firmly. there’s a weighty pause between them. he isn’t sure what to say to that but she saves him by clearing her throat. “you’ve got me, don’t you?”

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stepped out of a dream.

it’s been a month since normandy and the train from diss to king’s cross seems like the first time elliot has had a chance to sit quietly in all that time. he’s either flying or thinking about flying and they go further and further in each time. it’s rough and every time he lands, he’s grateful to do so. he can’t think about it right now, he decides. right now, he has a four day pass and nell is meeting his train. he jams his hat on and grabs his bag. he’ll think about the war later - he needs to find his girl before some opportunist meathead infantryman tries to scoop her up.

it takes him a minute to find her on the platform and, strictly speaking, she finds him first. he just sees her from the corner of his eye and has just enough time to brace himself. she kisses him hard enough to knock him back a half step, catching her by the waist to steady them both. her lips curve against his and she gets a handful of his uniform to pull him closer.

like him, she was raised by a sweet church going mother who would probably die to see their offspring kissing in public but once he regains his balance, he finds that he doesn’t want to stop. they’ve done more than kissing behind closed doors anyway.

“would have stretched first if i knew you were going to maul me,” he teases when they finally come up for air, making her laugh.

“i missed you,” she says, staying in his arms another moment before moving as though to step away.

“just a minute,” he murmurs against her hair.  her arms tighten around his waist, squeezing back. he had a feeling he needed this but until this exact moment, he hadn’t realized just how much. if he does nothing else for the next few days, then he is more than content with that. “okay,” he says, kissing her on top of the head and stepping back.

he finally gets a look at her and she looks so pretty and summery. he hasn’t really seen her in anything other than uniforms and sweaters and her blue flowered dress about knocks him out. he’s familiar with her body from their increasingly heated makeout sessions - the way it fits is just a reminder of that and the dozen condoms that hatcher had ceremoniously dumped in his bag. “you clean up pretty good, nurse howard.”

nell swats at him but the same hand slips into his as they leave the platform. “tired?” she asks.

he thinks about lying, just to make her feel better. “yeah,” he says. “it’s been a long few weeks.”

she squeezes his hand and sighs a little. “tell me about it.”

“you too, huh?”

“it’s been like a flood for weeks. feels like it’ll never stop.” her mouth tightens and she seems very far away for a moment. elliot lifts their joined hands to kiss the back of hers, just so she knows he’s with her. it seems to get her attention back. “never mind. let’s not talk about it while you’re here, yes?”

“you sure?”

she nods. “i don’t want to ruin this.”

elliot keeps his concern to himself but he feels it all the same. the way her voice changes makes him worry about how much she’s keeping to herself. she’s stubborn about the things she doesn’t want to talk about and he knows all too well from experience how she’ll dig her heels in the more she’s asked. “if that’s want you want.”

she gives him a measured look, eyebrows arched and he knows better than to push. “so, captain,” she asks, voice light and flirty. “what do you want to do first?”

“oak leaves. that’s major to you,” he says, immediately wishing he could pull the words back. it already feels like bragging but he also knows he needs to get used to it fast - he gives the jackals a week tops before one of them calls him major buzzkill. it’s overdue, that’s what he heard from brass and he doesn’t disagree but he also doesn’t agree. it feels almost pointless - there’s so much more to do and he feels like he can do more if he’s flying and not moving up the ladder but it bumps him up a pay grade and he can’t be mad about that.

“major? major? elliot, did you-“

“yeah, i got promoted.”

“what for?” 

“because i have the best mustache on base. i think hatcher cried.”

she pokes him in the ribs. “elliot. what for?”

“gallantry,” he says, opening the door for her with a flourish to make her laugh. her hand slips back into his when they’re through the door and out on the street. “don’t make a fuss. it’s not a big deal.”

“it’s kind of a big deal, elliot.”

“is it?” he asks, looking for a cab. “i don’t think so.”

“well, i’m proud of you, even if you’re not.”

the words are simple but they fill him. he was proud of himself but it’s hard to not see the mistakes, the missteps on the way and not point them out - him? they’re sure? proud with some reservations. nell says it with no hesitation. like it’s a fact. the sun shines, her eyes are green, she’s proud of him even if he’s not.

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“let’s tangle fingers like we’re still playground kids; we can kiss just to stop time.”

— some things are not complicated | n.b. (via slytherinwritess)

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“the wedding suite”

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he’s bewitched me… mind body and clitoris

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CLARK KENT AND LOIS LANE SMALLVILLE | 8.05 “Committed”

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my OCs are sooo cool you guys don't know what you're missing. if you could see the show i'm watching in my head rn you'd go so crazy i'm telling u

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Bob’s Burgers, Crows Encounters of the Bird Kind (S13E17)

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king - florence + the machine

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always remember the Final Girl Code:

- do it alone

- do it scared

- do it with a knife in your hand if you have to

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new year’s day - taylor swift

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always remember us this way.

“do you think we should break that up?”

indigo’s voice, pitched exactly so only the two of them can hear it, jolts eliza out of a dreamy little reverie on the dance floor. her husband (and she feels like telling every person who comes in the restaurant that they’re married) isn’t much of a dancer but he can keep up and she’s good enough for the two of them. he makes up for it in spades. she can’t remember ever being this happy before.

“you looking at something other than your beautiful wife today?” she teases, fingers tracing around the back of his collar.

he laughs and kisses her temple. “i was looking at my beautiful wife. hatch and claire are just there too.”

“they’re fine.”

“are they?” he turns them so she’s facing where they left claire and david.

the two of them sitting on the same curved banquette, close enough to be part of the same party but with the great wall of china between them. made of ice. bordered in barbed wire. she looks annoyed and he looks sauced. he leans over to ask her something and she merely raises her eyebrows at him in response. he retreats back into his whiskey.

“oh. no, they’re okay. claire doesn’t bite.” not physically at least.

“yeah, but he’s…david.”

eliza has known david hatcher all of twenty four hours and knows exactly what he means. indigo’s best friend and best man is kind of a big doofus but he’s sweet and kind, if clumsy about it. comparatively, she’s known claire longer but she knows that she can’t bear clumsy men. claire is direct and prefers to be treated the same. she had thought it would be nice if her best friend and his hit it off but now she’s stuck with the unpleasant feeling of being wrong. it’s her wedding day. it should be illegal to be wrong.

“maybe they just need to get to know each other,” she says stubbornly. “everyone needs someone to write to.”

indigo shakes his head a little and pulls her in tighter. “he’ll manage.”

“manage to find someone else?”

“like he says, never know when a great set of legs is going to change your life.”

“and you didn’t even see mine until the second date.”

“and then i was sunk.” she pinches the back of his neck and he laughs.