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Tuesday’s Gone — Chapter 4
Russell Shaw x reader
Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined.
Warnings: missing child trope, description and mention of murder, language, crawling in a narrow vent (I’m sorry my fellow claustrophobic loves), being held captive, being kidnapped
A/N: While proofreading, I realized my subconscious was probably influenced by @zepskies ’ S.I.N.G. (Beau Arlen x reader) fic — even with the different Jackles character. So, I want to give her credit for the first part of this chapter. 🤍
Title’s based on Tuesday’s Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Catch up on Chapter 3 here
Tuesday’s Gone masterlist
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You couldn’t stop the giggles, even as Russell held you firm, your back flush against his chest, his hands pinning yours effortlessly. The whole thing was just… well, kind of hot, really.
“Y/N” he sighed for the hundredth time, clearly on the edge of his patience. “You can’t giggle your way out of an actual assault. Try to focus, will you? What would you do if I were someone else?”
“But you’re you” you teased, half-joking, half-distracted. “And anyway, self-defense is kind of pointless. We live in a safe neighborhood. Nobody’s going to lay a hand on me.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, his grip tightening slightly as he paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. “Look, sweetheart… you’re a young, attractive woman” he said finally. “It’d just make me feel better if I knew you could handle yourself if… anything happened when I’m not around.”
At the time, you had no idea what he meant by that.
“Can you hear that?” you whispered, your ears straining in mock suspense. Russell’s brows knit together as he shot you a confused look.
“Hear what?”
“Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Pretty sure it’s coming from over here,” you said, playfully poking your finger at his temple.
He deadpanned as he repeated your name once more. It sounded almost… pleading. You didnt miss that, and though you still thought he was being over-the-top, you decided to give in.
“Fine…” you sighed “show me these life-saving moves, oh, mighty master!”
Russell cracked a grin, but his expression quickly shifted to that serious trainer look he was trying way too hard to pull off.
“Alright. First rule: break their grip. Grab my wrist… Come on, like you mean it.”
You reached out, gripping his wrist, and he showed you how to twist and pull back, making it surprisingly easy to break free. “See? Leverage, not strength” he explained.
“Okay, fine. Not bad” you admitted, trying not to let him see you were actually impressed. It was kind of cool.
He moved on, showing you a move to throw off an attacker.
“Step in close, get low, and drive your shoulder up under their chin” he said, positioning himself as the attacker. You gave it a try, and he stumbled back with a laugh.
“That’s the spirit!” he said, straightening up. You didn’t miss the small glint of pride in his eyes. “Alright, one more. This time, if someone comes at you from behind.”
Before you knew it, his arms were around you from behind, pulling you close. It was very déjà vu to the way he’d started this whole lesson. “Now, if you were actually in danger—”
“Danger, yes” you teased, leaning back into him just a bit and looked up at him through your lashes. “How’s a girl supposed to focus with such a handsome teacher breathing down her neck? I’m kind of having trouble concentrating, you know.”
He shook his head, a grin slipping out as he loosened his grip. “Laugh it up, sweetheart, but I’m serious here. You’ve got this. Just remember what I taught you, alright? What’s the most important rule!”
You smirked, crossing your arms. “When in doubt… aim for the balls.”
Russell chuckled, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “That’s my girl” he said, pulling you into a kiss.
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A sharp throb pulsed through your skull, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in your chest. The cold floor beneath you felt like concrete, but you couldn’t be sure. For now, you kept your eyes closed, trying to piece together what the hell had happened.
The last thing you remembered was the warehouse — those two men ambushing you and Russell.
It was a trap. All of it, carefully set to lure Russell back in, and you along with him.
Your thoughts turned to Russell. He had to be here, somewhere… Somewhere close. The thought pushed you to crack one eye open. Dim light filtered through, casting shadows that made everything look warped and surreal.
You sat up slowly, feeling your muscles protest as you took in your surroundings. The room was small, cramped… more like a cell than a room.
The smell of mildew filled the air, mingling with the unmistakable metallic scent of rusted metal and something else. Blood. Your pulse quickened as you took in the details, every instinct screaming that escape wasn’t an option here.
Your gaze drifted to the far corner, where a dark shape slumped against the wall. Heart pounding, you squinted through the low light, hoping beyond hope that it was him. “Russell?” you tried to call out to him, but it was more of a whisper than anything.
A soft groan answered you, and relief mixed with dread flashed through your veins. You crawled forward, ignoring the scrape of the rough floor against your palms and knees.
As you got closer, Russell’s face came into view. It was uncharacteristically pale, smeared with a hint of dried blood. It wasn’t that bad, but still… it looked like his. His breaths were shallow, his eyes half-closed, and a few small bruises bloomed across his face and arms, telling you he hadn’t escaped this unscathed.
“Hey, Russ” you murmured, reaching out to touch his shoulder gently. His nickname felt both foreign and natural falling from your lips. It’s been a while since you called him that.
His skin was cold and clammy, but at your touch, his eyes fluttered open.
“Y/N…” he rasped with a voice that was both hoarse and somewhat defeated. He took a few moments to compose himself, but he quickly took in his surroundings. “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have brought you with me.”
Your heart twisted, but you forced a small smile. “Not like I gave you a choice.”
He attempted a smile, but it faded rather abruptly, leaving a shadow of worry on his face. “Where’s Colter?”
“He— he’s not here” you replied scanning the cramped cell. “Do you think they’ve added him to their collection of ‘missing persons’?”
“I don’t know. I can only hope he’s busy slapping some sense into our captors while we’re stuck here” he said, as he tried to stand up.
As the weight of the situation settled in, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.
You exchanged wary glances, instinctively stepping closer together.
The door to your cell creaked open, revealing a man in a brown suede jacket, sunglasses — mind you, it was inside a semi-dark room — flanked by two guards. Your heart raced as he stepped in, a self-assured smirk playing on his mischievous lips.
Behind him, a small figure shuffled into view, clutching a foreign stuffed toy anxiously.
Emma.
“Look who’s here” the man said, his voice dripping with mockery.
Emma’s wide eyes scanned the room, filled with confusion and fear. “Mommy?”
You felt your heart stop. “Baby girl”
As those words left your lips, Russell seemed frozen in place, his mind momentarily shutting down. It was the first time he was face-to-face with her, his daughter. He took in her small figure, the way she clutched a stuffed toy she probably got from these men tightly, and the wide green eyes that reflected the fear of the days spent in captivity.
His face shifted from pure shock to something that looked like it hurt, like a dam just burst inside him. For a second, all the chaos, the danger, everything melted away, leaving just the connection he felt for her.
But the moment didn’t last long, quickly swallowed up by the harsh reality. You saw the pain flicker in Russell’s eyes as he processed it all. “You’re okay, sweetheart” you assured Emma, stepping closer —only for Mr Douche’s goons to block your path with a grunt. You shot him a look, then turned back to Emma. “We’re getting you out of here.”
The man in his Aviators chuckled, sounding like a cold, amused cacophony. “Isn’t this all so touching?” he said with a mocking smile. Then, his face turned serious. “Shaw, it’s good to see you. Been what? Five? Six months”
Russell didn’t answer, clearly not falling to his little tricks. The man spoke up again. “But let’s not forget why we’re here. You’ve got a decision to make. And this time, it’s not just about you.”
You shot a glare his way before leaning closer to Russell. “Who the hell is this guy?” you whispered.
Russell’s answer was dry as his eyes stayed fixed on the man. “The greatest jackass of all time.”
This was James Rourke, head honcho at Horizon, the very top of the food chain in the world Russell once belonged to. Rourke looked out of place in his fancy brown suede jacket, like he’d wandered in from some luxury lounge instead of a prison cell. And his mustache — a perfectly trimmed little fucking pornstache, practically begging to be mocked — did nothing to make him look any less ridiculous.
Rourke’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the tension. He glanced over at Emma, who clutched her stuffed toy tighter, her little eyes darting between you and Russell. “Sweet girl” he said, his voice soaked with fake warmth “you must be wondering what’s going on. Don’t worry, it’ll all make sense soon.”
“Leave her out of this,” you snapped.
Rourke tilted his head, smirking like he found your defiance cute. “Oh, sweetie,” he drawled, flashing that irritatingly smug smile. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands.” He glanced at Russell, his eyebrows lifted with mock surprise. “Come on, Russell. Did you actually believe you could just walk away?”
Russell’s jaw tightened. “I’m done playing by your rules, Rourke.”
Rourke’s eyes lit up with that twisted, almost playful glint, like he was savoring every second of Russell’s resistance. “Oh, Russell, you seem confused. There is no choice here. You either come back… or things might get, well, complicated.” His gaze slid over to Emma, who instinctively shrank back, catching the meaning immediately, even if not completely.
Your heart hammered in your chest. “You wouldn’t dare” you hissed.
Rourke laughed, sounding genuinely amused this time. “Oh, wouldn’t I? Let’s just say I believe in incentives.” He shot a dark look at Russell “So, either you get back in line… or your little girl here learns just how persuasive I can be.”
The room went ice-cold. Russell’s fists clenched as he glared at Rourke. “You leave her out of this. She’s got nothing to do with your mess.”
Rourke shrugged like he was discussing the weather. "Then stop pretending you’re free to leave. You knew the fine print when you signed up.” He stepped back, giving the guards a nod like they were his personal fan club. “Think it over, both of you. And just a heads-up… I don’t make empty promises.”
As Rourke strode out — with Emma being pulled by her tiny hand, crying out for wanting to stay with you — he shot a final smug look over his shoulder, and the guards followed, slamming the cell door shut behind them.
You sighed as the lock clicked, trapping you both in again. But Russell wasn’t about to throw in the towel. Staying put? Not a chance. Not with you and Emma tangled in this nightmare, and definitely not with Rourke trying to pull the strings.
His gaze swept the cell, then froze on something up high: an air vent, nearly hidden behind a stack of old crates.
“Perfect” he muttered, a hint of determination lighting up his face.
He grabbed one of the crates and slid it under the vent, then looked at you with that familiar spark in his eye. He hauled one of the crates over and tapped it, motioning for you to step up. “Give me a hand up, sweetheart. If we can get the screws loose, we’re gone.”
The nickname caught you off-guard. It fell so easily from his mouth, yet, it seemed so bittersweet now. “Sweetheart?”
He flashed a quick grin, already reaching for the vent. “Old habits die hard. Now, help me with this, yeah?”
You nodded, steadying him as he climbed up and started working on the vent cover. Using a rusty nail he pried from one of the crates, Russell twisted at the screws, working them free with grunts of effort.
With the last screw finally out, you both heard voices echoing from the hallway. Adrenaline kicked in as you climbed up and squeezed into the narrow vent, praying this actually led somewhere.
You hated this. Your claustrophobic ass was kicking you from the inside. How did you end up in a mess like this?
“How are you holding up?” he asked in a whisper, but the concern in his voice was unmistakable. Right. He remembered.
“Stop talking, continue crawling.” you said hurriedly. The less you acknowledged the suffocating surroundings, the better.
YYou crawled along, knees scraping, until you spotted a grate at the end. Kicking it loose, you dropped into a pitch-black storage room. Quietly, you slipped into the hallway beyond, letting Russell lead — his sure footing somehow both reassuring and a little unnerving.
“You know this place?” you whispered, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice.
“Nah” he muttered, casting a glance around. “Just following my instincts.”
“Oh, good. And what do your instincts say about where Emma is?”
Then, like something straight out of a scripted movie, you heard it: a small voice that was unmistakably hers. “Mommy?”
You turned the corner, and there she was, standing behind a closed door with a small window, clutching her stuffed toy. No guards in sight felt like a miracle. Relief and desperation flooded you all at once. The door was locked tight, and there was no key laying around, for obvious reasons.
You watched with a continuously racing heart as Russell pulled a paperclip from his pocket — of all things — and straightened it. “Can’t believe they missed this little bad boy” he murmured, working it into the lock. His gun and knife hadn’t been as lucky; those were gone in an instant. But the paperclip? Somehow, it had slipped right past their search.
With a quiet click, the lock gave way, and Russell shot you a quick, triumphant grin.
You threw the door wide, scooping Emma into your arms as her tiny hands clung to you like a lifeline. She was trembling. Crying.
“Shh, baby girl” you whispered, holding her close. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Russell debated to reach out, but decided now was not the time for a great family reunion. His eyes darted down the hall. “Alright, let’s get out of here before Rourke’s even had his morning coffee.”
“What about Colter?”
“I don’t know if he’s here. And the sooner we get her and you out of here, the better chances of… this ending good.”
He knew Colter could be in hot water, but he told himself he could handle it. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself to suppress the guilt. So far, there were no signs of Colter being around, and Rourke hadn’t mentioned him at all, which made him hope his brother was safely hiding somewhere.
And his priority right now was standing in front of him.
With Emma safe in your arms, you took a breath, steeling yourself for the final sprint to freedom.
You three tiptoed down the hallway when you turned a sharp corner and spotted a guy in black standing there. No visible weapons, which was a small victory in itself.
Your heart skipped a beat, but Russell quickly pulled you back next to the wall. He weighed his options, knowing he had to act fast.
“This ain’t going to be pretty. Just—“ he said as he motioned for you to turn around. You knew well what he was planning. And that indeed wasn’t going to be pretty. You nodded with a leaping heart and turned your back to him, clutching Emma’s head close to your chest, desperately trying to muffle any sounds that might come soon.
God, she's going to need a mountain of therapy after this. And maybe that puppy she’s been talking about.
Russell shot you a quick squeeze on the shoulder, a silent promise that everything would be okay. Then he stepped forward, moving with the kind of focus that made you hold your breath. You pulled Emma close with your heart racing as the seconds felt like goddamn hours.
There was a muffled thud.... and then silence. Russell’s hand on your back signaled it was safe, and you turned to see him standing over the guard, dusting off his hands with a grim, almost satisfied look.
“Alrighty” he whispered “no more interruptions, yeah?”
You let out a shaky breath and nodded, tightening your hold on Emma. Step by step, the three of you crept down the hallway, avoiding every echo and shadow, your goal almost within reach.
Then, up ahead, an exit sign cast a faint glow. Freedom was close enough to taste, and you exchanged a quick glance with Russell. You fult that tiny flicker of hope.
You took a deep breath, squeezing Emma a little tighter. Her small arms wrapped around your neck, a reminder of why you were risking everything. You need to stay calm.
Well, seemingly calm, at least.
You and Russell exchanged a look. Words weren’t necessary; you both knew exactly what was on the line here. Funny, you thought, how his combat skills now felt like a strange kind of comfort.
Just a few more steps down the hallway, and you ended up in a large, warehouse-style room, crates stacked high, lights flickering like something straight out of a bad action movie.
“Really? A crate room?” you muttered.
Russell scanned the area, eyeing a side door. “That might be our way out.”
“Oh yeah? Is that your gut talking, or do you actually know?”
Before he could shoot back, footsteps echoed down the hall. Russell hissed a quick curse and signaled for you to duck behind a stack of crates.
You crouched down, holding Emma close as the door creaked open and two guards strolled in, giving the room a once-over like they had it all under control.
“Think they’d make it this far?” one guard muttered.
The other chuckled. “No way. Shaw’s decent, but those two he’s with? Dead weight.”
Russell sized them up and he leaned in close. “Stay low.”
You gave a small nod, clutching Emma tighter.
Russell edged closer to the guards, blending into the shadows like a pro. In one smooth motion, he slammed the first guard into the second, and they both crumpled to the ground like a pair of falling dominoes. Before they could even register what was happening, he struck with quick punches and a perfectly timed knee, leaving them both out cold and wondering what just hit them.
Once they were on the floor, Russell wasted no time. He crouched down, quickly rifling through the guards’ gear. “We’re gonna need these” he muttered, pulling a pistol from one guard’s holster and a knife from the other. With practiced ease, he tucked the pistol into his waistband and handed the knife to you. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked you over.
You raised an eyebrow at the guards' bodies, really, desperately trying to convince yourself they’re just sleeping. As you gripped the knife, you tried to motion your position to cover most of the scene from Emma. It worked, she was only focused on you. And you were only focusing on the difficulty of keeping her close with one hand.
Man, she is getting big.
“Well, my self-defense teacher never covered how to use a knife” you quipped.
Russell chuckled softly, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Just use it on instinct. Don’t hesitate when it counts. And remember to—”
“To aim for the balls” you finished with a smirk.
“I’d really like to meet your teacher. Must be a real pro” he said with a smirk.
You shrugged. “Eh, he was handsome, sure. But turned out he kept secrets.”
“Sounds like a total douche” he muttered, though you caught the guilt in his voice.
“Yep. Was a major douche.”
“Was?”
You gave him a teasing glance. “Well… I’m still trying to figure out what he’s like now.”
With a small smile and a quick glance at the guards, he pocketed extra ammo and anything else that might come in handy. Armed and ready, he led you both to the side door.
With Emma snug in your arms and a renewed sense of determination, you stepped into the night together.
For a second, the three of you standing there almost looked like some offbeat family photo… bittersweet, and about as far from normal as it gets.
But the moment you took in your surroundings, you felt a chilly sensation. This sure as hell didn’t look like Idaho Falls. Nor the rundown warehouse you’d started in.
You had no idea where you were.
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Next on Tuesday’s Gone (Sneak Peak from Chapter 5)
Emma tilted her head while her expression turned adorably thoughtful. “You’re hairy. Like grandpa.”
Russell chuckled as he ran a hand through his beard. “Yeah, I guess I am. It’s my pirate look.”
Her eyes lit up at the word pirate. “Are you a pirate?! Can I be one, too?”
“Absolutely” he replied. “But we have to be sneaky pirates, okay? No one can know we’re here.”
Your heart did a little flip at the sight. The way he talked to your daughter — his daughter — his voice surprisingly soft and sweet, even in this situation. Emma’s reaction wasn’t a shock, though. She had a habit of linking beards (like the one your dad rocked) with safety and familiar love.
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Whoa, we finally got that wonderfully chaotic family reunion! Can’t wait to dive deeper into Emma and Russell’s relationship in the upcoming chapters.
I hope you enjoyed reading.
Chapter 5 coming soon….
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If you think of Happy Gilmore when you listen to “Tuesday’s Gone” by Lynyrd Skynyrd, we need to be besties right fucking now.
#happy gilmore#adam sandler#comedy#happy gilmore productions#lynyrd skynyrd#tuesday’s gone#rock n roll#please let’s be best friends of this is the case#also if you’re just a fan of adam sandler’s work in general#shit posts#random af
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i LOVE how you draw twink krakoa charles he's so...... twink...... your art is amazing
thank you so much !!!! i have a simple vision in mind whenever i draw krakoa charles next to erik, really:
it's significant he looks like a push pin next to erik it's infinitely better this way..
#xmen#xmen comics#krakoa#cherik#professor x#magneto#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#erik magnus lehnsherr#max eisenhardt#snap sketches#and by 'better' i mean funnier. if i cant look at charles and look at erik and go 'good christ thats a lad' i drew something wrong#the size difference is def a part of why drawing krakoa's fun i refuse to lie#like i do like drawing charles a bit. 'stockier' when it comes to tas- NOT A LOT just a lil- and other comic eras but this is Also good#its the drastic difference in shapes and silhouette ig#anyway ! tomorrows halloween thats diabolical because im gonna be busy all day but itll be fun :) <- ignore the back-to-back exams#PLUS I GET TO PLAY SHADOW GEN THAT NIGHT. i like shadow hi thats a very important fact about me#i ordered the special preorder box and it only got to my place tuesday and i only got time to go over there on weekends#gonna be the best hallloween ever ..... also i guess im getting sushi with my brother or whatever but anyways#later everyone ! please enjoy throwable charles while im gone
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Why are you worried about me? Because I want to protect you. Lovely Runner (2024)
#Lovely Runner#lovelyrunneredit#Byeon Woo Seok#Kim Hye Yoon#kdramaedit#gif: mine#i've been gone for so long i hate the new post editor hello?????#finally a drama that makes me want to gif but it's a monday tuesday drama and i'm a busy phd student... please
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Did you love her? | Next
Lot Cred | pull up on the opps, do we have a pro'lum?
#ts4#indya#looks like we're visiting tomarang#it also looks like charlie is gone-gone#and dira goes 0 to 100 about hers#the apple doesn't fall far from the tree#BEAT HER ASS BABY INDIE!!!#we return to tomarang tuesday#ts4 story#sims 4 story#simblr#black simblr#ch25#also idfw nikki but ifw that version of the song lmfao
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Queen Skrungle is soft and sweet like baby bunny but still Vice does not love her
#someone good has to adopt this kitten because she's just the most good natured little velvet weasel in the whole world n her tail is so long#i have to give them back no later than tuesday because I'm gonna be gone#but they're all such totally sweet babies i want to keep them#so cuddly!!!
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Funko Corroded Coffin
Day #26 - Tour Date A diorama of a tour date for the Funko Pop versions of Corroded Coffin.
Info: We haven't had many "other" entries for CCF, so I decided to snap some pictures of my little custom Corroded Coffin display for fun, just to add something different to the event.
Road Manager Steve has his red milk crate to stand on, and is carrying a bag of cash. Gareth's drum set is a real Funko one, I just added the Corroded Coffin logo to it. (It's definitely Tuesday's-coded by including Di and the red milk crates.)
As for the figures themselves, Eddie is the only standard-issue Funko. Gareth, Goodie & Jeff were all custom ordered to be painted like themselves from S4. And I made Steve and Di myself by doing some head-swapping, lol.
And, yes, I felt like I was playing Barbies moving them all around to take pictures, haha.
#corrodedcoffinfest#prompt twenty-six: tour date#corroded coffin diorama#stranger things funko#yes i'm one that takes them out of the box#did you not just hear me say I took off their heads?!#lol#corroded coffin funko#eddie munson#steve harrington#goodie (unnamed freak) stranger things#gareth stranger things#jeff stranger things#freak stranger things#ccf day twenty-six: tour date#thisapplepielife: corrodedcoffinfest#steddie#custom funko pops#fic: tuesday's gone with the wind#custom funko pop#stranger things
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Argh, the post-jog energy boost made me drop my phone... phew, there we go 🙂
#ore no kao#gay#it was in the low 40s but gorgeous out so i thought to go jogging a bit further into the park#need to finally visit the Cloisters now that i'm nearby#was also going to squeeze in leg day at the gym but it's gotten too late so i'll just do it after Spin class Tuesday#...might've gone a bit photo-crazy from the endorphins hehe#maybe i'll post another later hmm#[or share with moots either/or]
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Tuesday’s Gone Masterlist
Russell Shaw x reader
Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined.
🤍 Chapter 1
🤍 Chapter 2
🤍 Chapter 3
🤍 Chapter 4
🤍 Chapter 5 coming soon…
#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles#jensen ackles fanfiction#russell shaw fanfiction#russell shaw x you#russell shaw#russell shaw x reader#colter shaw#tracker#tracker fanfiction#tracker cbs#jensen x reader#jensen fucking ackles#masterlist#Tuesday’s Gone#Tuesday’s Gone masterlist
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Taika Waititi in Boy (2010)
#taika waititi#taika gifs#ida.stuff#boy (2010)#boy 2010#taika tuesday#this scene is obscene. i almost felt shy while giffing it#in the commentary he makes sure to tell that this is not real marijuana lmao#i've been gone all day so here's to very late taika tuesday from my drafts 😭#i completely forgot i hadn't posted this
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plus i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better
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Hey, Cap’n! Knock that off. Please. Aye, aye, matey!
#comicedit#dcedit#billy batson#freddy freeman#shazam!#captain marvel#captain marvel jr#billy#freddy#tuesday spoilers#dc comics#original#be gone blonde freddy BEGONE
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The trailer for the Midst mini-series Moonward will drop on July 24th and we - we being the people frequenting the Midst fan discord - would like to celebrate this by overtaking the Critical Role fanart gallery!
It has come to our attention that not many people know it is even possible to submit Midst art to the CR gallery, so presumably there are lots of pieces ready to be submitted. Of course you are also welcome create something new!
There seems to be no rule regarding the age and number of works one can submit to the CR gallery, so submit any art you would like to show off!
For those who've never submitted their work to the gallery: it's really simple! Just go to critrole.com/submit and there will be a little form where you can enter the link of your post and how you would like to be credited (by username and/or full name or however you want!)
Let me know if you have any questions!
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hoodie weather ☁️
#is this how you ummm#???#is this anything#anyways i dreamt too much and now i'm in a mood#so i'll just hide and suffer with embarassment until It's gone#Tickling#Tickle community#Lee#Tummy#Navel#Bellybutton#Tummy tuesday#my content
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aang looks so cute in the kyoshi warriors make up
#hello. i'm drinking wine & watching b2#something something sokka's boomerange identitify katara being very sympsthetic to him for rest of the episode#something something identity of chin the conqueror village & kyoshi island built off of (perceived) protectors#colonial violence before the fire nations 100 yrs of war & genocide. aang being gone. something#like i said. wine.#its so cool not being dead tired after work on a tuesday. have you guys tried this
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Happy 1st Anniversary, Tuesday's Gone With the Wind.
Twenty-nine years ago in fictional history, Corroded Coffin's plane crashed into the woods of Louisiana.
Thanks and so much love to anyone and everyone that has given this fic a read over the past year. Thanks for braving beyond that opening author's note. Thanks for the love you've given it. Thanks for making me feel seen. You made me feel like this thing that I spent months solely focused on, deep in research, was worth the time invested. You made me feel that it was a story worth telling.
It's my favorite thing I've ever written, and the one that still occupies my thoughts on the regular.
One year ago today, I finished posting it. It's not my most popular fic, not by a long shot. But I don't think it needs to be. It might not be for everyone, and that's okay.
It was for me.
And if it was for you, too, please know how much I appreciate you for reading it, recommending it, or championing it in any way. The audience it found may not have been huge, but the response from those that did read it, was so beyond overwhelmingly supportive and positive.
I said in the beginning that this was a love story. I'll double down on that now, with a year of distance and the continuation of their story in Wildflowers, under my belt.
It's many love stories.
And I miss these versions of them, and the love they all shared.
I miss Eddie Munson, with his big heart that fell fast and hard and forever. I miss Sweetheart and Dragon Slayer. I miss the Eddie that loved wholeheartedly, and despite all the problems he had, that never changed. Steve Harrington arriving in his life was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he knew that, from the start. He was all in.
I miss the young and flawed Gareth Jones, and his love for Di that he sometimes squandered like a goddamn fool. I miss his ride or die friendship with Eddie, that feels as real in my heart, as anything I've ever seen on screen. Gareth has changed how I listen to music, fundamentally. The drums snap to the forefront, now. And sometimes, I'll smile and think, damn, Gareth Jones would play this like a motherfucker.
I miss Jeff and Goodie, and their lifelong friendship, from the cradle to the grave. Jeff, for his even keel and ability to be part of the solution, instead of part of the problem, and Goodie for being exact opposite. The dry-witted, fanner of flames, that often made things (and let's be real, Gareth) a little bit worse, just because he could, for fun.
I miss Road Manager Steve Harrington, with his red milk crate and his unwavering competence and love. If love could have kept that plane in the air, Steve's love for them all would have been enough to do it, without a doubt.
If you haven't read it, and might want to, amazing, thank you. You don't have to read it unspoiled, and I'll even answer spoilery questions by DM if you want me to, but I'll always stand by the option to read it unspoiled existing, for those that do want to just dive in, and see where it lands. Or crashes, as it were.
I can only hope that you get, or have gotten, something out of reading it, because I absolutely got something out of writing it.
They changed me.
Thanks, boys.
Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day.
#if you made it this far#thanks for reading my love letter to them#i really do miss them#i had no idea how attached i'd get#fic: tuesday's gone with the wind#my fics#thisapplepielife#eddie munson#steve harrington#gareth stranger things#jeff stranger things#he's goodie#not unnamed freak#not to me#corroded coffin fic
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