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«it's why i love you

you as pure as the driven snow»

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THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence DIMITRI ABOLD AS REAPER ASH He's torn down the flag.

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@lgbtqcreators creator bingo - blending

when does a man become a monster? ↳ the hunger games + "just a man" from epic: the musical

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Snowbaird + hands

Love is stored in the hand

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Coriolanus Snow ± his slutty little walk

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going absolutely feral over this

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I can see you starin' honey, like he's just your understudy, like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me.

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Finally! I’ve been planning to paint them forever. 

Still secretly waiting for this to happen in the show. Well, not so secretly now.

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There’s a post about all the original watercolour paintings I have available for purchase [ HERE ].

Here’s a post about signed prints [ HERE ]

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Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr + touch in X-Men: First Class

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A Winter's Kiss - Barisi Fan Fiction

Summary: Amidst winter’s frosty grasp, Sonny Carisi, now an Assistant District Attorney, stumbles upon his mentor-turned-lover, Rafael Barba. A familiar tie, a tender kiss, and a shared warmth in the cold air set the stage for a day filled with unexpected emotions and unspoken intentions.

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An icy breeze meandered through the Manhattan streets, tugging at the edges of coats and licking along the edges of people’s ears and noses. For a January morning, it was frigid. Pedestrians darted along the sidewalks and commuters poured out of taxis and ride-shares, seeking to arrive quickly at their destinations. The exhaust from the many vehicles produced a white fog in the air, swiftly carried away by the wind.

Out into this mist of cold air strode Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, newly minted Assistant District Attorney. A long wool coat that reached below his knees complemented his tall and lanky frame. In his hand, he held a fine black leather briefcase; a gift from his boyfriend.

Adjusting his grip on the handle of his bag, Sonny spotted a familiar figure standing near the courthouse. Bundled up against the cold, the man wore a blue-gray twill coat, a patterned scarf, and a three-piece suit. With the neatly trimmed beard framing his face, Rafael Barba was immediately recognizable.

“Rafael!” Sonny called, a smile coloring his lips as he approached his boyfriend. “What are you doing here?!”

“Dominick,” Barba greeted in return. “Or should I say ‘Counselor?’ I just wanted to stop by and wish you luck today.”

Sonny blushed as he said, “Well, to be honest, I couldn’t have done it without your guidance. But you didn’t need to come all the way down here, Rafa. I think you congratulated me plenty last night.”

A knowing smirk tickled at the corners of Barba’s lips, creasing the edges of his lips and the corners of his eyes.

When a passing car kicked up cold grime from the road, the pair of lawyers walked together for a few more feet until they arrived at the base of the imposing granite steps.

Shifting from one foot to the other to stave off the winter chill, the tips of Sonny’s ears and fingers were already red from the cold. As much as he enjoyed unexpectedly seeing his boyfriend, he didn’t fancy the idea of standing outside longer than was strictly necessary.

Sonny was just about to say that they should either make their way inside or go their separate ways when he noticed the orange tie Barba was wearing.

“I like your tie,” he said. “Isn’t it mine?”

“I bought you this tie. I’m allowed to borrow it.”

“In that case,” Sonny said, rolling his eyes, “it looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

Barba’s eyes glinted mischievously as he stepped closer, his frosty breath mingling with Sonny’s in the cold winter air.

“I should get going,” Barba said. “And you look like you’re about to freeze solid.”

Reaching up, the older man buried his fingers in Sonny’s short hair. With a gentle hand, Barba pulled him down and pressed a tender kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

The warmth of Barba’s affection was enough to make the former detective forget the lingering touch of winter’s icy grasp. Sonny tried to follow the caress of lips with his own, but Barba pulled away too quickly.

“Honestly, Carisi,” Barba teased, “we can’t stand out here all day making out. Now get inside. You have work to do.”

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it’s the last thing you wanted // tell me which side are you on?

it’s the first thing i’d do // give me some tips to forget you

you tell me your problems // have i become one of your problems?

& i tell you the truth // i tell you i think i’m falling back in love with you

The Alcott; The National

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“The kiss” by Gustav Klimt as snowbaird bcs…… i have tike travelled to 2014 and its hunger games time

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YOU CANT EXPECT ME TO ACT SANE AFTER THIS.

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teehee

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It's okay. I am gonna get you out of here. I promise. Back to the Covey, okay?

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

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The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023) || Catching Fire (2013)