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moondustinfj · 3 months ago
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bunnykaye · 3 months ago
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Bridgerton 3x02 | How Bright the Moon written by Sarah L. Thompson Script-To-Screen (4/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)
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s0fter-sin · 1 year ago
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“simon riley’s dead,” ghost chokes out; bitter resentment coating his tongue. “i’m just wearin’ ‘is corpse.”
mactavish doesn’t shy from his venom; sees through his hiss and doesn’t fear his rotten-fanged bite. he reaches out, pressing the flat of his hand to his breast and ghost damns himself for the way his breath catches; for the way his shoulders curl in around it in a silent plea for it to stay.
“that’s no drum in your chest,” he whispers defiantly.
his hand slowly drags over his chest, coming to rest over his sternum and he feels its possession like a brand against his skin.
“it ain’t bellows inflating your lungs,” he dares and he involuntarily inhales; his body longing to rise to his challenge.
mactavish pushes and he rocks back on his heels just to sway in closer; just to beg for the pressure to chase the phantom weight of six feet of dirt from his bones.
“you’re far from rigor mortis, riley,” he promises and there’s air at ghost’s back instead of decaying wood and infested flesh. “i won’t let the earth take you from me yet.”
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black-and-yellow · 5 months ago
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damianwaynerocks · 9 months ago
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ne0nthc · 5 months ago
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pistachi0art · 6 months ago
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as-i-watch · 4 months ago
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No Mercy Percy welcome back to the chat
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spicy-apple-pie · 1 year ago
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broke in my new tablet with some cute jondami
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irunaki · 2 months ago
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Guess whos back 🗣
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timetravelsong · 2 months ago
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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.
excerpts from a book I’ll never write
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cookiwi-octonauts · 2 years ago
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Hiiii
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thecoddaughter · 4 months ago
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Whatever this was it could not be true. She had enough complicated feelings about complicated feelings. Her ex was probably dead; K let him die. Another complicated feeling. K was being reckless. Sam’s childhood best friend was putting everyone including themself on the line. Sam and Evan had been talking so casually when he died. He dumped a body out the bag. Evan Kelmp says he will kill. Another complicated feeling. He has killed for K. Yeah, she stabbed Tad three years ago to save the school—whatever he did to Budaca was straight up murder. He says he would do that for Sam, kill for her. She doesn’t know if she wants that. All she knows is that she wants him. Another complicated feeling. Every conversation they have is just raising her up—greatest wizard—she wonders if this is what it is like to be her friend; she used to do this to him, always raising him up. He wants to sleep on her couch. He wants to be her dog. She could be reading into it all wrong; she never wants to read into their situation. Another complicated feeling. A situation. That’s what this is. He’s K’s ex and she’s K’s best friend and he’s her best friend and she’s catching feelings. But you don’t catch feelings on the dangerous mission—the life or death mission. You just don’t do that because if he dies then nothing in the world is right. Her house will feel empty even though he’s never been in it. Her life will be empty. She was regretting not being more persistent, the weak part of her brain wished she had begged him to come and visit. Because what if it was too late. She could die tomorrow and he’d never know she loved him. Another complicated feeling. This was love. She knew it was. There was no denying it anymore.
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justaz · 9 months ago
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merlin owns an arthurian museum with authentic items from the third/fourth century as well as statues, busts, and portraits from different artists over the years of king arthur (and the others). who better to ensure everything is real rather than someone who was there? eventually, people are pushing for him to find more artifacts bc its been a few years and bc history nerds are bloodthirsty beasts. people also want to find excalibur but whatever. merlin caves and is like “might as well see what else fell into lake avalon” so they dredge it up. merlin is relaxing at home when he gets a call. he’s expecting them to say they found something small like perhaps a link or armor or a rare, old jewel. then he hears
“we found a body”
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daddyblackthorn · 2 months ago
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remember julian blackthorn guys
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