Saw your tags-- I cannot deny, men (and women) in white shirts are the best. DD gets all the passes to wear white whenever he wants (not that he needs it.) White shirts are just so... something.
And white business shirts or blouses? Apex outfit. XDDD
Oh yeah. I mean business shirts and blouses almost make sense to me in my head. But a plain white t-shirt? Not so much. But it's so attractive. Mulder in Demons? YES.
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It's meeee
I just wanted to feel included LMAO even though I'm screaming mama mia in ya dms rn
YOU'RE ALWAUYS WELCOME IN MY ASK BOX AUGHFJGHFG
MAMA MIA
HERE I GO AGAIN
MY MY
HOW CAN I FORGRT YA
MAMA MIA
DOES IT SHOW AGAIN
MY MY
JUST HOW MUCH I MISSED YA
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Brendan Fraser for Interview Magazine
Photographed by Daniel Arnold
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Can I just say when you did the reaction for the brothers and royals to summoning MC who was taking a shower, it reminds me of the Birth of Venus painting like is it just me?
I-
Oh lord you're right!
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This is *so cheating* because I know most of these and which fics they are... So I'm just going to choose the ones that I think have the funniest names.. Also you had way more maribat fics left than you said you did, you liar <3
Projecting onto Tim even more than usual (DC)
Flipflopswipswap (Maribat)
Is this actually even fanfic at this point (Maribat)
If you say depression in a french accent it sounds fancy (Maribat)
Hey, almost all of those are started and most are decently close to the end/short so I don't count it as that much. Also, it is 100% cheating but I'm going to let it slide because you are my beloved.
You have found:
Projecting onto Tim even more than usual - A wip where I give Tim OCD and make him suffer while also making jokes from time to time
Your snippet is:
Riddler scowled as Tim strode forward, bo in hand. “How did you beat my escape room so easily?!”
“Every room is an escape room if your OCD is bad enough.”
“... are you okay?”
Tim slugged him across the face.
And then he quietly knelt down next to the man’s crumpled form. “No. But thank you for asking. That was very nice of you. Kinda makes me feel bad about this, but taking you down is kinda my job, so….”
Flipflopswipswap - A wip inspired by a comment I got about the tone change they felt when going from Canary to Into the Unknown. Swapped the Timaris to make everyone suffer
Your snippet is:
Marinette’s first thought upon waking up was that she was cold. She groaned a little to herself and started shifting in bed, throwing an arm out behind her in search of her husband. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, therefore she was entitled to more cuddles.
But he wasn’t there. She frowned to herself and slowly opened her eyes, having to squint at the light the window provided. It was much brighter than she thought it’d be, and she grimaced and looked around for her phone.
This is where her second thought came in: she wasn’t in her room.
Her third thought is: WHAT THE FUCK THERE IS A KNIFE IN MY MOUTH WHY IS THERE A KNIFE IN MY MOUTH?!
Is this actually even fanfic at this point
You have found: My My
Your snippet:
Samantha pulls the knife out, and Alix screams.
“You can’t just do that!”
She blinks. “What? Really? That’s what they always do in the books.”
“No! I needed the knife there to not bleed out!”
“Oh!” She says, and then she sinks the knife back in. She misses the hole, though, her hands are trembling too much, and she mutters a curse as she pulls it out to try again.
Alix continues to scream. Tells her she’s only making it worse, and Samantha keeps trying to get it right.
And then it seems to hit her.
“It’s you,” Alix breathes. “You’re helping him.”
'Samantha' pauses.
And then a grin slowly makes its way across her face. She brings a hand up to the cut on her cheek. She runs a finger along it, and it fades away into nothing.
If you say depression in a french accent it sounds fancy
You have found - Bound (I Feel You)
Your snippet:
"Fuck," Tim breathed, accelerating the car to frankly dangerous speeds, but he didn't care. "Fuckfuckfuck."
She had already passed out from blood loss, and his head was appropriately fuzzy, but he didn't know what to do.
Or maybe the problem was that he did know what to do, and there were too many options. He needed to get her to the hospital, but he wasn't sure where the nearest one was. He needed to stem the blood flow by bandaging her, but that also hurt him and if he passed out from the pain she was going to die. He needed help but he had no one. Outside of a soulmate that hated him and that he hated in return.
And, as much as he had wanted to break the string that bound them, he hadn't wanted this.
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