Dec 9, 2023
whenever david tennant puts on that fucking orange spacesuit i know that a whole new range of emotions is about to be revealed to me
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whenever david tennant puts on that fucking orange spacesuit i know that a whole new range of emotions is about to be revealed to me
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LOCATION — Vinyl Countdown.
WHEN — August 18th, 2020.
WHO — Elijah & Aslihan ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey ).
FLASHBACK THREAD.
The atmosphere of Vinyl Countdown had always been warm and inviting to Elijah, pleasantly peaceful and relaxing, but he'd found it especially so on the days that he knew they got their shipments in. After living in Colorado again nearly a year, he'd made it a habit to stop by the record shop at least once a week, every week, on the same day around noon — a poor habit financially, he was sure, but a habit nonetheless — and if he was honest, it worked wonders for him. His apartment was certainly beginning to overflow with unnecessary purchases, but his heart grew a bit fuller each time he picked out a record from the pile that he hadn't yet seen. Were they really unnecessary, then? He found himself asking that question often, each time his fingers sorted through the shelves, but he honestly couldn't be fucked to figure out the answer. It made him happy, and that was what mattered. Lord knows he fucking needed that nowadays.
Two different records under his arm in the span of fifteen minutes, Elijah continued to browse the selection, humming the song under his breath that played quietly over the store's speakers — one of his favorites, This Must Be the Place by Talking Heads. It occurred to him then that he couldn't remember if he owned the album it came on in vinyl yet, and he took a brief pause from the Folk section in order to see if they had any copies in stock. He turned the corner, entirely in his own world until he saw someone else looking in the same area, coincidentally holding exactly what he'd been looking for. "Seems I'm not the only one with the right idea, huh?" he spoke up as he approached, sliding in right beside her with a friendly smile on his face. "You didn't happen to see if they had another one of those laying around, did you, love? Figured I'd snag it if I could, while it's on the brain and all."
Me watching as someone names their character/username Jimothy because they thought that was a funny and silly name
The Story of Us-Chapter 17
A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.
Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.
Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer
Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes
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Location: Ravi & Marcus’s home. Outside on the terrace. Date: 21|06|19. Closed: @ravireyes
The first attempt of a family dinner, Saint bailed the second he’d sat in the passenger seat. Looking at Kitty with a pleading green gaze as anxiety ate him whole and demanded for more time, that he wasn’t ready yet to indulge her want to dine with the people she cared about most in the world and create a secret union between the two families. But for Saint, anxiety didn’t come from the idea that he had been doing something wrong, something his mother would disapprove of and punish him severely for. It’s the notion of not being liked, the understanding that he was a Warden and them all Femenias. What business had he had walking directly into the lion’s den and declaring his adoration for their cousin? Nerves weigh lick a ten tonne brick on his chest for the majority of the evening, sat at the dining table quietly polite, speaking when spoken to and nodding agreeably as jokes and onslaughts of laughter reverberator energetically around the room.
“I’m going for a cigarette,” he leans over to whisper into Kitty’s ear, who is too occupied in a conversation with Marcus to pay any mind to his new absence, and Saint hadn’t caught the conversation entirely as he grabs his jacket from a coat hanger and makes his way outside onto the terrace. Inhaling a deep and welcoming breath of fresh air, humming into the summer evening breeze and, ultimately, the quiet. The roar of the Femenias family replaced by central London’s ambient setting. The sound of cars below and the chatter in which the city so naturally inhabits. They’re different from his own family in more ways than just their rivalries. They’re warm, whereas the family dynamic he had been born to be icy cold. Loud versus the quiet that his mother encases him in, and then a new noise interrupts as he’s lighting the tip of his cigarette, and Saint turns around to meet their gaze.
Ravi. His shoulders relax, slump as he takes a deep inhale and breathes out a smooth line of smoke from his lungs. “Hey. Sorry. I just needed a cigarette, I’ll be back in in a moment,” Saint offers with a hesitant smile. Kicking himself already for his own mundanity, feeling uninteresting and more like an intruder than he had Kitty’s partner. He should hate to think what they all thought, though it was rather simple to presume. That his declared love had come from a place of opportunity, which even worse, would have suggested that those feelings he’d experienced for her and only her hadn’t been real. Cigarette stays pressed against his lips, lusting after the quick relief of nicotine before his attention returns to the other, “Oh, that’s super rude of me. You didn’t want one, did you?”
a little open starter for all @talestarter “Abu! Abu, what’s wrong?” A young Aladdin was rushing his way through the crowds after the little monkey, not knowing why he had suddenly set off nor where he was going. One person after the other had to endure the young man pushing through, as swift as he was and as much as he tried not to shove anyone, it was hard at such a busy day. In the end, dark eyes could make out the figure of his best friend in the distance, clinging to a stranger’s leg and rather quickly climbing his way up to their shoulder. “Abu!” A scolding tone had taken to his voice, one brow raised and the other in a frown as some little hands tugged at the person’s jewelry. “Sorry ‘bout that, I think my friend must have eaten something weird today to be this way.” Barely a glance was given to the stranger as instead he gave the monkey a judgmental look.