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itismarvelicious · 2 years
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I don’t know why, but I’m dying to see Marc go to the museum Steven worked at (hoping it might be a way to bring him back because “come on, Steven. It’s your world here” and because it’s where Steven started building a life of his own) and meet Donna and she’s all judgy because he’s been fired, and he’s a loser - “what you doing here, stevie?”
And it irks Marc because he knows it irks Steven too. “It’s Steven. With a V”, he replies, with a look that she never saw in Steven before, and that prevents her from snapping back.
(And when Steven’s back, Marc tells him he’s got a surprise for him. And he takes them to the museum and Steven’s all like, ah, mate come on, I don’t really wanna go back here, it still hurts you know, wound’s still fresh, anyway, seems dull after everything that happened, but Marc enters and takes a badge that reads “Steven Grant - Tour Guide”
Wait, what is this?, Steven says as Marc pins it on his shirt. Marc, what did you do?
“It’s the job you wanted, isn’t it?”
I mean, yeah, it’s the job I dreamed of, but-
“I swear I didn’t kill nor torture anyone for this”, Marc says.
… threatened?
“Just a little. C’mon, you deserve it. They’ll realise soon enough that they’re lucky to have you.” Just like I did, he keeps to himself.
All ready, Marc puts himself in front of the mirror. “Alright, you’re up. Do your thing.”
“Cheers, thanks a lot.” Steven says, and the first thing he does is touch his new badge with a smile.)
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bericas · 10 days
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isaac & scott / mason & theo | sometimes all i think about is you
#twedit#twvid#scisaac#mason x theo#twrarepair#back on my scisaac masontheo parallel bullshit btw#back on my masontheo is just scisaac if they were True enemies to lovers bullshit. btw. if anyone was wondering.#like of course scisaac and masontheo get paintaking scenes. its enemies to lovers. ofc mason calls theo a bitch its FULL enemies to lovers#for clarity the hands at the rave and the masontheo hug r parallels to ME bc its touch with an excuse for it#scisaac can brush hands when theyre holding a needle between them and theo can hug mason when its a means to an end#the rest i feel r fairly straightforward but i wanted to share the vision for that one#mason hewitt#theo raeken#scott mccall#isaac lahey#tw#oh also the last shot is the last shot of isaac and theo respectively. if that wasnt clear.#like how isaac and theo both nebulously sort of Gone from beacon hills#and the theo shot also to me looks like footage from The masontheo ep 618. btw. which just brings me joy#actually i have more to say. hi. masontheo r just so.#you know how isaac kind of has. he has the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise#theo doesnt even have THAT!!!! scott holds out a hand and isaac takes it with an awkward fervor#mason keeps his hands to himself because he doesn't trust what theo might do with it and theo can only help when its helping himself#bc the tenderness will be TOO AWKWARD. so isaac says he wont leave without scott and theo says we need to find him so i cant leave you#so isaac grabs scott because scott makes him feel safe and theo can only grab mason when its part of a script bc thats how he feels safe#HELLO. IS THIS THING ON. DO U GUYS HEAR ME. SCISAAC IF THEY WERE TRUE ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!!
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Good to know Stiles, Kira, Isaac, Theo, and Cora are out there, living their best lives, maybe as a scooby gang. Good for them.
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lavenderlace16 · 4 months
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So funny to me that RTD changed a fundamental word in the English language just to do a running joke to lighten up a horror episode. I hope that he keeps it like that through his entire second run and all the future showrunners will be cursing him forevermore.
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iambeees · 3 months
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GUYS
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MAVITY
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M A V I T Y
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shit-sorry-fuck-mybad · 11 months
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I choose to believe that Colin went home that day and cuddled with Michael and cried into his shoulder
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Zava really tested the “You’re so sure you’re one in a million that sometimes you forget, out there, you’re just one of eleven” didn’t he?
He played the entire time like he was the only one that mattered (moving the magnets? stealing Jamie’s goal??), but that only worked so long as the team was 100% behind him. As soon as they got distracted with their own crap, Zava was no longer enough.
And damn, he just couldn’t fathom letting the team play up to their potential if it could possibly overshadow him.
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Conversation
Saint Germain, shocked: You have a fake ID? With a fake name and everything?
Isaac: I don't have to explain myself-
Leonardo, sitting against a bookshelf on the floor: He used it to get a second library card so he can take out twice as many books at once.
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thetarttfuldickhead · 9 months
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isaac: protective and loyal as fuck but can’t tell his best friend he loves him
colin: rip to you but i am different
colin: you’re like the third guy i told today
isaac: yeah but—wait who else did you tell?!
colin: michael. my boyfriend michael. yeah i have a boyfriend his name is michael you met him at ola’s.
isaac: … yeah okay makes sense. who else?
colin: jamie
isaac: YOU TOLD JAMIE BEFORE YOU TOLD ME
colin: well he was really supportive and it was after the game and he was hugging me what was i supposed to do
colin: also HE said it back
colin: still you tried to beat that guy up for me so yeah i do know man
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maeo-png · 9 months
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i think eli and kleiner are owed at least one, uninterrupted slow dance.
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keira-draws · 1 year
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Delirium Tremendous - Felix Hagan & the Family
"Sweat, ache, hands shake Heart begins to palpitate Legs twitch, twist and kick Something's wrong Eyes wide, dilate Every shadow seems unsafe Can't sleep, can't eat Help me, I'm gone
Well I drank, sipped, sucked it up Threw every last shred of hope in the cup Then knocked it back, world fades to black Not quenched until I drown."
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eggs-n-ham-sam · 1 year
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Yes.
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ikesenwritings · 4 months
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The Seasons and Love Languages
[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents
<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>
“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.
“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”
“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”
The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.
“Why have we stopped?”
She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.
Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.
“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”
“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.
She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.
“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”
“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”
They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.
“Newt, ol’ boy!”
“Isaac, you made it!”
“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”
“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”
“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”
“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”
“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.
“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”
“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.
Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.
Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.
Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.
He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.
“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.
“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.
A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.
“I love you,” she said.
“Where is this coming from?”
He couldn’t help but ask.
“From me.”
Simple. Simple and so freely given.
‘I love you.’
“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”
And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.
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A/N
The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!
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bigkickguy · 13 days
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another eustace isaac granblue doodle !
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cowbones · 2 years
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The realization that Gus the fish is dead and Marc replaced him so that Steven wouldn’t notice really hits you like a truck doesn’t it-
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puphoods · 10 days
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least favourite genre of misogynist r ones that make misogynistic "jokes" by just saying something extremely misogynistic in a tongue in cheek way but then never says or does literally anything to give an idea that they dont really think that other than saying it in a sarcastic voice
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