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[raiderlucy]

Top 5 books🤗

The Immortal Rules by Julie Kagawa

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Dead Until Dark by Charlene Harris

Glass Houses by Rachel Caine

The Eternity Cure by Julie Kagawa

...yeah i couldn't think of any books i'd read fully, i have a bad habit of buying them but not reading them/never finishing them and there's definitely a theme to the ones i do read if you venture into this list further...

Ask me my "TOP 5/TOP 10" anything!

[sergeant-spoons]

A little reminder that I love you a lot and I hope you are having a great day❤️

Awww Francy 🥰💕😭 love you to the ends of the earth and back, my dear

[shoshiwrites]

Tiny romance prompt fill for @tvserie-s-world, ty so much for this request! ❤️

Prompt: Francisca/Chuck + "intertwining fingers with your lover, something unspoken in the glance you share"

Most of them were dreaming about Paris. Passes and pretty girls and champagne. He was dreaming about Holland. 

Dreaming was hardly the word for it, sat at the back of a tent with the smell of canvas strong in his nose. It was hardly a quiet bed, with the noise of the projector and chatter and the movie, the shushing sounds that followed. 

Hardly something steamy either, the kinds of things soldiers were supposed to imagine far from home. What they joked about, what they fought over pinups in the magazines about. 

But he couldn’t forget it, the way her hands had felt in his. The way she’d squeezed for a fraction of a second, before letting him go. And away he’d gone. 

He remembers her lips too, the way she’d tasted faintly of apples and spice. He’d be happy, he thought, if he could twine his fingers with hers. 

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

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THANK YOU SO MUCH! THIS MADE MY NIGHT ❤️❤️❤️

[softguarnere]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ❤

Thank you my dear! 🥰✨

[serasvictoria]

1, 66 and 79 for the three tops game☺️

I want everyone to know that I am a massive idiot because I found this ask in my inbox and had no recollection of the ask game that it was for anymore 🤦🏻‍♀️ (I reblogged the list again in case anyone else wants to send me one)

1. Top 3 ice cream flavors

Cake batter, strawberry cheesecake and salted caramel.

66. Top 3 authors

Neil Gaiman, Jane Austen and Steven Erikson.

79. Top 3 things you miss about being a kid

Having very little responsibilities, no bills and not having to make my own dinner sure was nice 🤣

[breadsprinkles]

Pass the happy! 🌻 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. 💕💕💕

not me finding this now when it was sent in march 😭 this is so sweet tho so I’m gonna say you, the stars, music, good stories, and museums 🥰

[ask-you-what-sir]

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my dear Fran this made me so happy right now, more than you know 🥺🧡✨ i love you!!

[queenimmadolla]

Love you and your blog so much! Thank you for making my days with your Penny Verse fics and all the others❤️ YOU ARE AMAZING

Omg, thank YOU for all your support! Reaching out means a lot to me 🥹♥️

[raiderlucy]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ❤

💜🖤💜🖤

[sergeant-spoons]

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awwww Francy 🥰💕 thank you darling ily

[shoshiwrites]

Top 5 movies and candle scents😘

Movies

1. Moonstruck 2. Roman Holiday 3. Working Girl 4. The Godfather 5. Dirty Dancing

Honorable mention: like 20 more

Candle scents

1. I have candle that's black vanilla / amber / incense and another that's 2. Peony / white tea / gardenia / sandalwood 3. Anything called like, fresh pressed sheets or anything cotton-y/beachy 4. Anything forest-y 5. Vanilla but not too intense

[Ask me my top 5 anything!]

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

3, 4, 16, 29 and 34 for Roliet ❤️

Thank you so much! <3

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle?

Juliet is the biggest blanket hog. But Ron is like a furnace so he doesn't mind much lol. They both love to cuddle, but only each other

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Ron is almost always up before Juliet, but he generally avoids waking her up. If he does, like for a special occasion, it is with kisses, plus a little extra ;)

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Neither! Though they do have to comfort little Hazel from time to time.

29. Who is the better cook?

Ron. Juliet is absolutely helpless in the kitchen. The best you'll get from her is tea. But Ron actually prefers it because he hates the clean up part, which Juliet doesn't mind. So it works out for them!

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?

LMAO yeah Juliet would wear the "if lost return to Ron Speirs" shirt and Ron would have "I am Ron Speirs." That woman is a full blown disaster and very easy to lose track of

[thoughpoppiesblow]

Mercury, mars, Taurus, Pisces and 2H🥰

somewhat? i just take a while to recharge my social battery

both! i usually end up being the one who does if first but i love when others do it too

pierogies!

performing arts, mainly music!

definitely my wac jacket, i don’t shut up about it when i’m wearing it

[onlyyouexisthere]

Masters of the Air (2024)

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[munson-blurbs]

The ending was adorable 🥹 Everyone is going to ask for the proposal and the wedding and all that amazing stuff… but I really want to see the Disney trip and Wayne on Its a Small World 😂

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: The whole Munson clan embarks on their first trip to Disney World; as expected, it's filled with both magic and mayhem.

WC: 1.8k

A/N: Also requested by @tvserie-s-world!

June 2002

The Munson chaos, as it turns out, is not limited to Hawkins. It tags along everywhere, including family vacations.

Especially family vacations.

“Babe, where’s the sunscreen?” “I wanna see Mickey!” “Ed, have you seen my hat?” “I’m hungry!”

Taking a deep breath, you toss Eddie the bottle of Coppertone, remind Harris that you actually had to get to the Magic Kingdom before seeing any of the characters, find Wayne’s ball cap in the bottom of his suitcase, and scrounge up a baggy of Cheerios for Hendrix. 

“Okay, are we ready to go?”

Your question is met with an emphatic chorus of yeses as the five of you leave the hotel room and make a beeline for the shuttle bus. 

Eddie tries to scoop Hendrix into his arms; try as he might, your two-year-old’s chubby legs just can’t carry him very far, very fast. He scrunches up his face and squirms out of Eddie’s grasp. 

“Wan’ walk!” Hendrix pouts, lower lip jutting out in sheer defiance. 

An exasperated sigh escapes Eddie’s lips. “There’s gonna be a lot of walking later, buddy.” But he knows there’s no sense in arguing, and he settles for holding the boy’s hand. He’s heard tales of Disney meltdowns, but he was hoping to avoid one before the day even started. 

The Florida heat is no joke. It envelops you like a casing, and you’re grateful for the air conditioned bus. Everyone sits down, Hendrix on your lap, and you lean in to discuss the day’s plans. 

“So,” you begin, “I really want to get a picture of all of us in front of the castle. After that, we can split up. I know Harris wants to ride Space Mountain—”

“And Splash Mountain and Big Thunder,” he interjects, a seriousness in his eyes. As though you could have forgotten—all he’s talked about for weeks are those three rides. 

You nod in acknowledgment. “One thing at a time.” The reminder is gentle, a nudge to keep him focused on a single goal so he didn’t overwhelm himself. Turning back to the group, you continue the rundown. “Wayne, you’re fine taking Hendrix on a few rides by yourself?”

The older man grins. “Can’t wait to have that damn doll song stuck in my head.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie raise his hand. 

“Yes?”

“I’m actually gonna sit Space Mountain out,” he says, sheepishness seeping into his cheeks. “So I can go with Wayne and Hendrix, and then we can all meet up after.”

Harris looks at his father in bewilderment. “Dad, are you afraid?”

“N-No!” Eddie sputters, sighing when you shoot him a glare that tells him to be honest. “I mean, yeah, a little. But you and Mom should still go on it.”

“It’s just you and me, kiddo.” You smile at Harris and return to the task at hand. “And then we’ll all go on the Peter Pan ride together before we grab lunch.”

Everyone nods in agreement, though you know that actually executing the idea will be much more of a challenge. You take the win for now, climbing off of the bus with Hendrix in your arms with the rest of the family behind you.

A jovial melody surrounds you as you enter the Magic Kingdom, putting some extra pep in your step. You feel the excitement building; not just from the boys, but from the adults, too. Neither Eddie nor Wayne have been here before, and they’re just as eager to start the vacation.

Your breath hitches as you make your way down Main Street, U.S.A. and Cinderella Castle finally comes into view.

“I’ll be damned,” Wayne mutters under his breath, his voice breaking slightly. “Looks just like the movie.”

You reach out and take Eddie’s hand, squeezing it gently as the five of you take in the sight. Tears blur your vision, and you can only imagine that Eddie’s experiencing the same.

We did it. We’re at Disney World with our family.

You manage to stave off the tears long enough to ask a Cast Member to snap a photo with your disposable Kodak camera. 

“Say cheese!” The woman chirps with a smile of her own, and you all comply–even Wayne.

As soon as the shutter clicks, the usual pandemonium resumes. Harris is tugging on your hand and dragging you towards Tomorrowland. 

“Remember, Har,” you say, “we might have to wait in line for a while.” It’s a concept you thoroughly went over prior to the trip, but it never hurts to remind him.

Since you’d started out early, the queue isn’t terribly long; nothing that can’t be handled with a few rounds of I Spy. Before you know it, you’re boarding your tiny rocketship right behind Harris. The ten-year-old is practically bouncing out of his seat, and you’re more than grateful for the lap bar holding him in place.

Harris squeals with delight at each banked turn, even putting his hands in the air as he gets braver towards the end of the ride. Adrenaline buzzes through him when the ride comes to a stop, and he darts for the exit.

“Wait for me!” You call out, and he pauses until you get your very not ten-year-old body out of the cramped vehicle. It used to be a lot easier to stand up when you were his age, but you eventually catch up with Harris to head to Fantasyland.

What you find there is the last thing you would have imagined.

Eddie walks out of one of the myriad gift shops, with Hendrix in his arms and Wayne beside both of them. Your younger son has a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on his head, and one in his hands–for Harris, you assume–but what’s out of the ordinary is what the men are wearing.

“Oh…my…god!” You cackle, and Harris joins you when he sees his dad and grandpa wearing matching tall Goofy hats, the floppy ears swaying against their cheeks.

Eddie grins, doing a small spin that proves more difficult when carrying a two-year-old. “How do we look?” He asks.

Stifling further laughter, you shake your head. “Incredible.” When you reach him, you give him a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am right now.”

“I think that says more about you than it does me, Sweetheart.”

Harris takes his souvenir from his little brother and slides the string under his chin. Both of them look absolutely precious, and you snap another picture before either can protest.

“Oh, one last thing.” Eddie reaches into a mouse-printed bag and pulls out a gold plastic tiara, covered in glitter with a photo of Belle in the center. He carefully places it atop your head and you secure it against your scalp. “There,” he murmurs, “pretty like a princess.”

A warmth settles into you that is unrelated to the humidity. You swear you could gaze into his eyes for an eternity, losing yourself in the hazel flecks that accentuated the chocolate irises—

“It’s Mickey!”

You follow where Hendrix is pointing; sure enough, the world’s most famous mouse was walking to a designated spot, flanked by an entourage of handlers. It’s the opposite direction of Peter Pan’s Flight, but you’re not about to compete with Mickey Mouse himself. 

Hendrix’s jubilation wanes as he gets closer to the character, chubby fingers digging into Eddie’s biceps. When he reaches the front of the line, he begins outright wailing, face buried in his dad’s shirt. 

Frowning, you try to peel him away. “Hendrix, it’s our turn!” You tell him, trying to rebuild the excitement with no success. “Don’t you wanna meet Mickey?”

“Too scary!” He sobs, his little body shaking with fear. 

You look at your husband, pushing away the urge to freeze up and throw a tantrum of your own. “Okay, I’ll take Hendrix; you and Wayne stay with Har—”

But Harris is faster, nudging between you and Eddie to place a hand on his brother’s back. “Hen, you don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna be right there with you.” He glances at Mickey, then back at Hendrix. “I know he’s a lot bigger than on TV, but he’s not going to hurt you.”

The crying subsides, save for a few hiccups. Hendrix sloppily wipes at his damp cheeks and holds his arms out so Harris can take him. They walk hand-in-hand, the youngest Munson glued to his big brother’s side. 

Harris waves at Mickey, imploring Hendrix to do the same. He obliges, albeit timidly, but there’s no mistaking the joyful giggle that escapes him when Mickey returns the gesture. 

Eddie laces his fingers with yours, metal rings warm from the summer sun. “Can you get a picture of this?” You nod and reluctantly let go of him, forever capturing the moment with the click of a button. 

The rest of the day is spent waiting in line, riding attractions with colorful scenery, scarfing down Mickey-shaped food items, and taking a much-needed midday nap at the hotel. The sleep recharges you enough to head back out to the park after dinner.

The sun begins to set, though the temperature barely drops a single degree. Your group finds a bench right outside Liberty Square. Wayne sits with Hendrix on his lap, Eddie next to him, and you take a seat at the end. Harris stays standing, leaning against the wooden back only to help him get his jumps out. 

“Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls!” A cheerful disembodied voice comes over the park’s sound system. “Our fireworks presentation, Fantasy in the Sky, is about to begin. Thank you!”

You dig in your bag and pull out some wax earplugs for Harris. Hendrix extends his hand for his own pair, always wanting to be just like his big brother. 

Fireworks light up the sky, bright pink and blue and green hues that leave wispy trails of smoke in their wake. Harris keeps his fingers pressed to his ears to block out any additional noise, but it doesn’t detract from the smile on his face. 

Perhaps the only person more enamored with the show is Wayne. The lights illuminate his awe-struck face, mouth agape, as though he’s in disbelief of the magic surrounding him. 

Eddie leans down to kiss your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder. “Havin’ a good time, Sweetheart?” he mumbles against your skin. 

You nod, looking up and pressing your lips to his cheek. “Are you?”

He takes in the sight of his sons and his uncle, together in a place he’s only ever dreamed of visiting. And he has you by his side; more than that, you are the reason he’s here at all. 

“I’ve never been happier.”

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