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Listen... If you didn't have your gay awakening bc of Les Miserables (2012) I'm sorry for you. It was an amazing time

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Me??? Watching.... Les mis drunk????? Doesn't check out.

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I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say

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rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags over the past week, @onthewaytosomewhere @0npurpose @thighzp @tailsbeth-writes

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I have still been struggling with a serious block, but I finally got some real writing done this week! Huzzah!! This scene is from handyman!Alex part 4 and for context, they're in a hot tub. A single sentence has been redacted for spoilers. Enjoy!

“The other night, June told me that you’d been thinking about taking the bar in Texas and moving back there after graduation, but that you no longer want to do that because of me.” “Yeah. And?” Alex asks, when Henry doesn’t elaborate. “And,” Henry says slowly, blowing out a breath. “I don’t want to be the reason you give up on something you really want.” Alex leans in, kissing him softly, slowly. After a moment, Alex sighs against Henry’s lips and whispers, “You’re such a fucking idiot.” “Excuse me?” Henry asks, pulling back sharply. Alex’s face is split in a wide grin. “You’re an idiot and I’m so in love with you that I find it endearing that you could be so stupid.” “I really don’t think that–” Alex places a wet, shriveled finger on Henry’s lips. “Shh. Seriously. Listen to me now, okay?” When Henry nods, Alex removes his hand. Henry licks the water off his lips, watching as Alex tracks the movement. “I never really wanted to go back to Texas. I just didn’t know what else I should do. I had just moved to New York and didn’t know if I’d like it there. I sort of just assumed I’d end up back in Texas, but I didn’t really have a reason for it.” “Oh,” Henry breathes dumbly.  “But now, I have a reason to stay in New York. A real one. Although, I do actually like Manhattan and want to stay.” “Well technically, I’m in Brooklyn, love,” Henry replies, the tightness in his chest easing as a helpless smile tugs at his lips. “Close enough,” Alex whispers before leaning in to kiss him again.  “You promise it’s not just for me?” Henry asks after another moment. Alex sits back, considering him for a moment. “I want you to understand something, okay? Are you listening?” Alex waits for Henry to nod. “I have never had a vision of my future or anything real driving me aside from, ‘make a difference.’ And while I know that’s a good goal, it’s not really something you can base a life on. I want to make my decisions to include you.” Henry swallows, the anxiety rearing back up in the face of a love and devotion he’s not certain he deserves.

It's very late so these tags are softer than a well-loved Squishmallow! @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517

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@wordsofhoneydew and as always, an open tag!

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88 for the Spotify drabble ask!!

88 – falling apart – papa roach

a lil firstfire for ya luv 💚

Alex holds onto Buck as the tears falling from his eyes slow. This is ridiculous. He’s in the same place as Buck and will be there for a week, so why is he crying now?

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles from where his head rests on Buck’s chest.

He feels Buck kiss the top of his head and sighs into his chest. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Alex pulls back to argue and sees Buck’s eyes are also glistening. “Let’s make sure it’s not so long next time, please.”

Buck nods and pulls Alex in for a toe-curling kiss.

send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped

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HEY i see a lot of artists doing this but as a writer how about you send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped

fine print is fine print. fine print is i reserve the right to not answer if i dont want to. however i will try. we will see!

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Everyone please tell me have you seen one of your top artists live this year

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okay my luvs, Chapter 2 for Lights, Camera, Holliday Luv - where we met Henry - went up on Tuesday so how about a peak at chapter 3 that goes up Thursday

I am ridiculously excited about this fic so ... it's prolly what you'll hear about the most in these this month

Liam looks up immediately, his sharp blue eyes lighting with mischief. He sets down the garment and pulls the pin from his mouth, pointing it at Alex like a weapon. “Well, well, well. Look who’s graced me with his presence. The man of the hour.” “Don’t start,” Alex groans, shrugging off his coat and draping it over a nearby chair. “Oh, but why shouldn’t I?” Liam leans back against the worktable, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “You, my dear Alex, are living the dream. Working with him.” Alex sighs, already regretting coming here. “I’m serious, Liam. Don’t.” “Come on,” Liam teases, his grin widening. “Henry Mountchristen-Windsor. The boyband crush of a generation. The man you used to have—what was it?—a whole shrine to in your bedroom?” “It wasn’t a shrine,” Alex snaps, his face heating. “Uh-huh. Sure. Because having his posters on every wall, a stack of magazines with his face on the cover, all that PoL band paraphernalia, and an entire playlist dedicated to him isn’t shrine behavior at all.”

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Heyoooo peeps. It's been a hot minute but I wrote some words last night so I figured I'd share a lil snippy!! I've been in a big writing slump lately and just haven't had any words, so I was excited when I actually write something last night. Thank you to the best of the best @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag, ❤️ you're the best at always remembering to tag me.

“So what kind of fresh hell is in store for me today?” He teases as they enter the cycling studio. It’s got trendy lighting and racks of branded athleisure for sale, and there’s a young woman behind a desk checking people in. She greets Bea with an upbeat, familiar “Hey girl!” as she clicks at her tablet, then looks at Henry.

“Stephanie, this is my brother Henry. We registered him for class online.”

“Sure, I see his name right here!” Stephanie clicks away, then grins up at them both. “Need any towels or shoes today?”

“Henry will need shoes, and we’ll both take a towel.”

They get him set up with a pair of cycling shoes, and Bea leads him into a room to the back of the studio. It’s darker in here, lit from fixtures attached to the wall rather than the ceiling, and they find their bikes easily enough; they’re front and center, of course, which means everyone will get to see Henry struggle his way through class. Great.

“Okay Hen, put your cycle shoes on, and Alex will come over and help you adjust your bike.”

Henry imagines Alex, probably a perky blond woman with way too much energy and a dapper voice, and grins to himself. He doesn’t know a lot about cycling, but he knows most of the instructors seem like they’ve just done some kind of upper before coming to class, so he’s painted the picture in his mind.

“Which one’s Alex, then?” Henry asks as he scans the crowd of women coming into the room.

“I’m Alex,” A deep voice states, the hint of a laugh dancing at the edges of his words. Henry turns, and is shocked to find a man. A very hot man. A man with tousled, dark curls and coffee eyes framed by the longest eyelashes Henry’s ever seen, who’s wearing a knowing smirk as he turns to Henry’s bike and cranks a handle, efficiently sliding up the seat of the bike. “Come over here and line your hip up with the bike seat.” Henry does as he’s told, and Alex tugs the seat a little bit higher until it hits Henry right on the hipbone. “Is it at your hip?” Alex asks, and Henry nods, still a little dumbfounded. He's even more shocked when Alex steps in close, and looks between the seat and Henry one more time.

Okie so first and foremost, open tag to anyone who wants it! Plz tag me in anything you write bc I'd love to read it. Gonna tag @piratefalls , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @sophie1973 , @blueeyedgrlwrites , @caterpills , @thinkof-england , @judasofsuburbia , @porcelainmortal , @run-for-chamo-miles , @tailsbeth-writes , @dreamtigress , @forever-fixating , @thesleepyskipper , @thighzp !!

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Fervid as a flame Does it have a name? Yes Loathing Unadulterated loathing

WICKED (2024)

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WICKED (2024) — dir. Jon M. Chu insp.

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JONATHAN BAILEY as Fiyero in Wicked (2024)

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Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

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LITTLE WOMEN 2019 | dir. Greta Gerwig

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Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley 9-1-1, S08E01 - Buzzkill