i think we all loathe piper
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i think we all loathe piper
when will i stop bullying @biracialannabethchase for this <3 never <3

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You really do love him, don’t you? Very much. Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright
December prompts day 1
Ice skating
Dec 1st, 2030
Charlie is already up when he gets home.
Honestly, that should have been his first clue.
But he’s somewhat on autopilot that morning, and mostly glad he didn’t miss his stop on the train ride home. Even gladder that he hadn’t driven to work for that shift, because surely he would have fallen asleep at the wheel commuting on this dim Sunday morning.
He isn’t fazed when he hears someone banging around the kitchen when he walks through the front door at 6:40AM. Doesn’t bat an eye when he sees Charlie toasting Eggo waffles as he follows his usual path; keys on the entry table, dirty travel cup by the sink, upstairs to drop his bag in the bedroom. He answers her chipper “Good morning Daddy,” with an equally affectionate, “Mornin’ Charlie-girl.”
Annabeth is still asleep, leg hitched up to form a protective C around their son, whose knee is bent up to the ceiling, arm flung to the side, body mostly uncovered, and belly rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
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PARKS AND RECREATION (2009 - 2015) Season 5: Episode 20 — Jerry’s Retirement
Slow dancing, comparing hand sizes, and spooning!! (From the prompts list).
Also I literally binged your whole fic verse like.. last week and I cannot get it out of my head. It is so gorgeous and lifelike and so so so so good. You deserve all the love. Happy fanfic writer appreciation day!!
"One more?"
Percy followed the sound of her voice to where she'd appeared over his shoulder. He looked at the exit, just a couple feet from the table he very intentionally chose. He looked up at her, down at the hand on his arm, nails a manicured, nude pink, traveling down, down, until that hand found his hand and tugged him to his feet. He closed his eyes, resigned, as he rose.
"We aren't leaving early." He spoke to the back of her head as she guided him between tables.
"I already told you," she met his eye over her bare shoulder, there was an apology, definitely some remorse in that quick, clear gray glance, "we're gonna duck out a little early."
He stopped, and his hand fell from hers before he planted both hands on his hips. "It has officially become too late for us to leave early."
"I'm sorry." She turned to face him and her evening gown was his favorite color and her hand was out for him to take.
He took it and allowed her to lead him to the dance floor. "You aren't sorry."
"I'm not sorry. But I am networking. And I like this song, but I love you. And I'm so grateful for you– babe-" They found a spot on the dance floor and she paused, hands locked behind his neck, making sure he was paying attention be fore she finished. "I am so grateful to you for coming and supporting and slow dancing with me."
"I need more than gratitude," his voice was low and solemn.
"You have my undying love and affection."
"That'll have to do."
She rested her head on his collar and laughed, and the two of them found a swaying rhythm.
"You get whatever you want, as soon as we step out of the ballroom."
His hands spread on her back, holding her a little closer. "Anything I want?"
She looked up to find him staring down at her. "Sure." Her hand was in the hair at his nape, stroking, steadily releasing some of the tension from his frame.
'What about–"
She shook her head. "Not that thing."
He bit his lower lip trying to contain his smile. "If not that thing, then what about the other thing?"
"I'm always down for the other thing."
Smile uncontained. He leveled her with the uninhibited gleam of that impertinent grin for a good moment before he pursed his mouth, feigning thought. "Then there's always the other other thing–"
"That one's my favorite." Her hand was high on his shoulder and the other was in his hair and her smile's shine was so genuine that he half-forgot they were in a public place doing his least favorite thing.
Only half though. The other half of him, the one that was fully cognizant of the place and the people around them and how good of a job she was doing, making him feel okay, when the whole point of him being there was to make her feel okay, that half of him pulled her just barely closer, pressed a kiss to her temple and murmured "you're hilarious."
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They were some of the last guests to leave the hall.
The elevator ride up to the hotel room was empty enough that they stood close, her back to his front, absently comparing hand sizes as a couple people came in and got off.
The couple was tired enough that they forgot to hit the button for their floor, riding almost to the top of the building before they got off on the way down.
The couple was too tired to do anything but change into pajamas and crawl beneath the covers.
"Com'mere." Percy reached for her, pulling her close. "So we can do the thing."
"You're out of your mind if you think–"
"Tryna spoon, that's all," he mumbled. "I dunno what you had in mind..."
FLEABAG: S02E01 SAM SAX: HYDROPHOBIA
What if they reprinted really gory and dark novels with those bland Canva clip-art covers you see on every Wattpad-sourced romcom these days
A portent of what is to come
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once you view the block button not as a furious silencing tactic but as a tool to personalize your social media experience...then you will be free
I’m fucking—
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22744618/chapters/54347932
A surprise epilogue for my favorite story in the whole world I just…
@blackannabethchase message me about it and when I saw it I immediately became the most useless employee in the world because HOW COULD I THINK OF ANYTHJNG ELSE I–
Sorry I’ve lost my mind I’m unable at the moment
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18174569/chapters/42985118
There’s the correct link
If you had to get a tattoo from the last show you watched, what would it be?
The smell of vanilla extract is not entirely unlike a sirens song

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aug 18th, 2022
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“What’s the birthday boy doing over here by himself?”
“Not by myself.” Percy didn’t move from the center of the park bench. “You’re here.”
“Gods.” Charles laughed, short and without humor as he lowered himself on the seat next to him. He knew, despite Percy’s flippant response, that his friend had distanced himself from the friends and family gathered in the picnic area. Beckendorf had left his oldest with Estelle, who was trying to show him how to fly a kite. Grover and Rachel and Chris were by the grill, and Silena was gently pushing their youngest on the swing set, having a laugh with Katie. Others were spread throughout the south end of the park, sweating under the summer sun. Annabeth was standing at one of their tables with Charlotte on her hip. She was trying to have a conversation with Sally who was trying to take her grandchild for herself.
“She did all this out of obligation. Or guilt. I don’t know,” Percy tried keeping his voice casual. His hand went to his neck, rubbing like it would soothe the itch in his chest. The itch remained. “Don’t feel like standing around acting like we’re good right now.” He shrugged and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
“Man…” Charles shook his head, opened his mouth, then shut it like he was considering his words. “It’s been a month. You guys need to talk–”
i am also mad at his “percy is forever 17!! there is no timeline for when the books happened!!” nonsense because sir you made hilary duff references in the first book and nothing screams 2005 more than HILARY FUCKING DUFF’S MUSIC CAREER