#julia nunes

[funhomes]

nothing's that great – julia nunes

covering a song i loved many years ago that's about how things we used to love aren't that great. so i think things are that great actually

[r0sebutch]

julia nunes lullaby save me…. julia nunes make out….. save me julia nunes i think you know

[polniaczek]

Julia Nunes - your favorite

[random5daily]

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! 🎶

Please reblog! As always, I tag YOU 💙

[prentissrollins]

A minha melhor amiga, @resslawx (tbm no insta e no tt), que é super talentosa com edição de vídeo, fez esse edit pra mim com as meninas da sfv 💫 E com a permissão dela, tô aqui compartilhando com vcs!! Espero que gostem 💙

[neurotonic]

Drags myself into your ask box with roxanix thangs..

First of all: WIP playlist for them

And Second of all uhh headcanon that I was plagued with all this morning:

So uhh I'm a strong believer in the Prism has autism hc and likeee I got it in my head that she'd have a huge thing for pressure? Like that girl needs a weighted blanket 3x her weight for it to feel good yk? And uhh that devolved into thinking abt these two and a) Phoenix giving her the most crushing hugs then b) Phoenix just lying on top of her. I think like yk she stands up a lot or is always working on something so I feel like she'd end up super achy after a long day and it's a nice way to relieve it + bonding time so nyeah!!!

I digress these two have fully gripped my mind... it's such a nice dynamic....ohhh silly inventor lady and your secret agent support guygal...

@enhanced-operatives-division

AUUUU GOOD LIRD!! POINTING ALL SILLY-LIKE.. A FREAKING PLAYLIST.. i was also thinking of making one myself KJSDHF HELL YES!!!!! thank you so much I'm listening to it right neow >:]

ALSO ALSO. yeah that's honestly so cute ahhhh. Truly what's a better weighted blanket than your partner... I think she'd also appreciate massages as phoenix helps her wind down. The freaking. :( the domesticity of it all :( the tenderness the closeness AUUUHGHHHH I LOVE THEM SO BAD. thank you for all the ideas you're so big brained for this. Oh to be very comforble with the Agent... very glad to hear you enjoy their dynamic because I am Rotating them so fast in my head

[luegootravez]

Julia Frauche by © Zee Nunes

[3x03spring]

i know geraldine had a homerotic high school bestfriendship and has never acknowledged that it meant anything or said anything abt her and she reacted kinda bad when the other girl later came out as a lesbian

[miracle-and-wonder]

Call Me When You Break Up: A Kingdon Playlist

Call Me When You Break Up - Selena Gomez I’ve Just Seen a Face - The Beatles Undone - the bird and the bee Yeah, So What - Cory Branan gold rush - Taylor Swift Who Knew - You Won't Bad Reviews - Sabrina Carpenter Like Real People Do - Hozier Make Out - Julia Nunes Lavender Girl - Caamp Bee Song - Local News Legend Home - Phillip Phillips Bonus Track: Savage - Megan Thee Stallion

[solobodor]

me ? stopping with deadwood content ? .. no ..

-based on the trend of beaver spruce in my TL, thats his fursona - was in a william mood also Hi rain <3 - some misty moment, their friends <3 the blue doodle is older - an idea ?? ill develop this more in the future, Lyrics from "Cool Thanks" by Julia Nunes ..

chip - im fine i promise spruce - (takes out a comically large "wrong" buzzer)

chip - … chip - who gave you this ?

[r0sebutch]

NEW JULIA NUNES AND NOBODY TOLD ME??????

[jeridandridge]

I Want Something Bad

This wound needs more salt! College Years installment from anon request 🤍

This shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it is. The alarm clock on your nightstand ticks away, the moonlight coming through the floor to ceiling window of your bedroom makes you sigh. Melissa was flying in tomorrow afternoon and for some reason you felt sick. Maybe because the last time you saw her it felt like a goodbye. Maybe because six months ago she was married and you were out of the country, unable to face those fears and desires you had regarding the woman.

Tossing and turning you shift to face your nightstand, hand resting on your pillow as you eye the silver picture frame that sits on the dark wood. Melissa had clung to you during graduation that day. Sat together in the chairs your heart jumped into your throat when her fingers laced with yours, eyes forward on the stage of the auditorium. Outside in the sun she wrapped her arms around your waist squeezing you so tightly you were sure you’d be bruised. Six hours later you were driving away in the dark headed back to your childhood home, tears in your eyes and your hands shaking on the wheel at the thought of her going off and marrying someone else. You still wanted her even now.

Morning comes sooner than you’d like it to. The warmth from the morning sun through the window warms you, hoping it was a good omen for the rest of the day. After a shower and a cup of coffee, you feel almost normal again as you get in the car for the Portland airport. During the drive your mind wanders, would Melissa be different now? You hadn’t seen her in almost a year, she was married and set to start teaching with a full life in Philly.

Getting closer to the pick up terminal you can’t help but smile when you see the redhead walking towards the car, sun glasses on and a Philly sweatshirt as always. Pulling into the line you put the car in park, hardly able to get out before Melissa is in front of you wrapping her arms around your neck. The smell of lavender hits your nose and her ring clad fingers bury themselves in your hair.

“Well hi,” you chuckle almost nervously, hands resting on her back.

“Hi yourself, big shot.” The redhead chuckles squeezing you tightly.

Letting go of your best friend you smile when she lifts her sunglasses, finally able to see those gorgeous eyes.

“I’m an intern not a big shot.” You chuckle putting her suitcase in the trunk closing it with a thud. “You ready to see what Portland has to offer?” You grin.

“Let’s get goin, hon.”

Settled in the car Melissa smiles at you, her hand reaching for yours where it rests on the center console. Eyes flicking down from the road you move your hand to reach for the radio,turning it up a bit to drown out the thought of that gold band and the man you despise. You felt as if it would burn if it touched your skin. “I’m happy you’re here finally. You ready to start work next month?”

Eyes on the road you miss the hurt in her eyes as she brings her hand back to her own lap. “I am, Kristin Marie even gave me a mug for my desk.” She chuckles.

“Aw, the wicked witch has a heart.” You tease. The thought of you being on opposite coasts hurt, but now you could throw yourself into your work opting to climb the social ladder at your current art gallery. Even if it was an internship you planned on running elbows with as many higher ups as you could.

The first afternoon and evening with Melissa goes well enough, you take her to your favorite coffee shop and bookstore knowing she’d enjoy the cozy atmosphere. Throughout the day you couldn’t help but dodge every touch she attempted to make on your arm or lower back, so much so that you almost dropped your coffee when her fingers brushed your elbow to rest her hand in the crook of your arm on the walk back to the car. You wanted her, you wanted her bad and you knew you could never have her.

You’ll just have to sit in it for this week.

“Hon, you better let me cook for you while I’m here.” Melissa breaks the comfortable silence as you two stand in the elevator going up to your apartment.

“I can’t turn down a Schemmenti meal.” You chuckle unlocking the door. “I stocked up on groceries last night.”

Inside Melissa goes through the fridge and cabinets pulling out everything she might need for a nice meal. It felt… nice, normal even after so much time spent having awkward phone calls two time zones apart to be moving around the kitchen together. As you wash the vegetables while the redhead prepares sauce, you glance up with a smile.

“So, have you managed to teach Joe how to cook anything yet?”

Melissa scoffs shaking her head. “No, he’s either at work or he comes home and sleeps.”

Turning back to the task at hand you hide your eye roll looking down at the cutting board. Typical. This was the man that threw a fit when he lost at beer pong for crying out loud. Of course he wouldn’t help his wife cook.

Melissa continues to stir, eyes landing on your back boring into your soul.

“I’m surprised you brought him up.”

Glancing over your shoulder you meet jade eyes. Composing yourself you shrug. “He’s your husband, I do know the guy.” You chuckle.

It’s quiet for a moment, the sound of the blade landing on the cutting board with each chop makes your palms start to sweat.

“You don’t like him.” Melissa states plainly, no malice in her voice as she keeps her eyes on the stove.

Biting your cheek you take a breath before lifting your head. “Hey,” you get her attention meeting her eyes with the best smile you can muster. “I’m happy for you, Red. I really am.”

It made you want to vomit saying those words but if it made her happy that’s all you care about. Jade eyes crinkle at the corner just as they always did, and that was the end of that.

Through dinner and the rest of the night you find yourself relaxed with your oldest friend. The tension that had been there is gone, even enough for Melissa to curl up into your side on the couch. Her right hand rests on your Jean clad thigh as you mindlessly watch a sitcom on tv, making comments here and there about the show. You wanted this all the time. You wanted to come home and make dinner with Melissa sod badly. To cuddle up with her on the couch after a long day so badly.

You’re brought out of your love drunken haze when the phone rings on the table behind the couch.

“You gonna get that, hon?”

“No, let it ring.” You hum not caring enough to answer the phone at ten o’clock on a Friday night.

The machine clicks, and a smooth female voice comes out. “Hi, sweetheart! I guess I missed you. I was calling to see if we’re still on for drinks Tuesday night. Give me a call soon, bye!”

As soon as you hear Lena’s voice coming through the speaker you feel Melissa stiffen against your side.

“Well she sounds like fun.” Melissa chuckles with a tight smile.

Keeping your eyes on the tv you shrug. “She’s a curator for the gallery, I’ve been seeing her for a couple weeks.”

“You didn’t tell me?” Melissa pulls back looking at you. “Cmon, hon. What she like?” She asks with a quirked brow.

You’d seen this look before many times all throughout college, she puts a smirk on but the excitement doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Well…” you start off in another cycle you’re sure will continue for as long as you know the redhead.

[mdnet]

Julia Fox by Zee Nunes.

[indecentpause]

A Playlist for Josselin (from Sheraton Academy)

from Sheraton Academy and many AUs!

You don’t realize you’ve zoned out until the gate creaks softly. You jump, and you whirl, heart pounding and ready for the worst. But it’s just an unassuming man somewhere in his mid-twenties. You slip your mask back up as he turns to you after closing the gate behind him. “Hey, Meara,” he says, like you’ve been best friends for years. Your shoulders tense and your breath catches. No, if he’s found you here— “What?” you manage to choke. “Meara Ryanne, right? I’m Josselin.” He gestures at the seat across from you, and you can breathe. “Can I sit?” he asks. His mask is ridiculous, bright pink with a cartoony plague doctor in the center. His black hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail. Part of it has come undone and fallen over his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” You sputter as your brain logs back on. He sits. “How did you—?” He interrupts you. “You’re the only person out here, and I know there’s no inside seats here right now. So you have to be, right?” “Yeah,” you sputter again. You gesture at the cafe window. “Do you want to—“ “Oh, no, I’m fine,” he says. He pulls a huge, bright blue and pink can out of his messenger bag. You can’t see the writing on the label but based on the coloring of the can it has to be an energy drink. It’s 4:00 in the afternoon. Who drinks energy drinks at 4:00 in the afternoon? He pops the tab open and lowers his mask just long enough to take a swig. Even from here you can smell the fake cotton candy. As he moves, you can see a black smudge on his wrist, a penned note or something. He puts his can down on the glass table a little too roughly and tilts his head to the side, squinting at you. “So, the room—“ you start, but he interrupts. “ADHD or autistic?” he asks. You freeze. “What?” You stammer as it comes out. Josselin straightens in his chair and brightens. “Or are you comorbid? I’m comorbid.” “What do you mean?” “I’m both.” “No,” you say, and your voice is soft and nervous. “I mean, how did you know?”

-from The Most Beautiful Puzzle

ninja sex party - cool patrol // tom lehrer - the elements // they might be giants - why does the sun shine? // saint motel - you can be you // adam jacobs - proud of your boy // julia nunes - pizza // garfunkel and oates - such a loser // brian david gilbert - it's nesting season // coin - talk too much // young rising sons - sad (clap your hands) // ajr - come hang out // mizz fish - dead mom // tom cardy - big dumb idiot // they might be giants - why does the sun really shine? // brian david gilbert - this song is not a metaphor // the beach boys - wouldn't it be nice // lawrence - oranges // asapscience - the periodic table song (2018 update) // the offspring - pretty fly (for a white guy) // mike waters - dreams // mc lars feat. watsky & charlene yi - never afraid

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The Most Beautiful Puzzle: ao3 (includes a collection of related fics) wattpad

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