#You know Sarah Lynn??

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Odd question, but did Tim ever think that he should try and keep the timeline on its original path, before realizing it was almost impossible in DSB?

Like, did he have like a split second where his instincts went, "I have to make sure nothing changes" before realizing it was just impossible, because he would have to take the same steps, say the same things, and he couldn't remember every little detail.

So he just decided to try and give the Bats the happiest life he could, because he couldn't follow through with his old life.

-🎭☕

YUP!! I touched on this a little in chapter one but that was a lot of exposition and so fucking long ago

Basically he went "Oh Fuck I need to do NOTHING" but then went "My brother is suffering from malnourishment rn.... fuck timelines im grabbing some Mcnuggets and going to Crime alley"

and thats why TDSB Jason is still a big boy even if not built like a fridge

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

PRINCESS CAROLYN WHAT THE FUCK!?

[simplifiedemotions]

I finished Bojack Horseman today and I feel so conflicted about the finale. I understood why the writers went the way they did, and why Bojack was left pretty much alone to continue life and hopefully make better choices. But stepping back and seeing the whole of the show and how all these characters were part of his life, and now they’re not, and now they’ve moved on, and now Bojack is truly by himself… it hurt to watch. I was so happy to see him get that position as professor. To have him reconnect again with Hollyhock. To have those chats with a happier Diane and slowly-finding-herself Princess Carolyn. And so it hurt to watch the last few eps after that where the same open maw that had eaten and spit up Bojack several times before lick its teeth clean after another meal. The poison really does drip. And maybe it doesn’t matter that Bojack learned to be better. Maybe it will matter in the future and we just won’t be there to see it. Because he has to see it first. Maybe that’s the point.

[jassnahkholin]

facing the horrors rn (rewatched s1ep3 last night for the first time, WITH MY PARENTS after I had convinced them Bojack Horseman is one of the best shows I've ever seen)

[six-seasons-andamovie]

One of my favourite little details from Bojack is that in 'free churro', when bj is remembering his mother's dancing, it's the same music as the record is playing at the end of 'a horse walks into rehab.

The same thing can be said about Sarah Lynn. In the reprise of 'Don't stop dancing', when it changes into pop, it's the same beat used in her song 'Prickley Muffin'

[ezrazone]

in the wake of the american election, will you choose to stand with this living palestinian family?

it is a miracle that mohamed and his family have survived. thanks to your donations, they have been able to find food and reinforce their tents. they've even been able to keep their pets alive, though illness and weather conditions make their lives all the more fragile. mohamed's family needs your support right now. abdul-rahman, sarah, and lynn are all under the age of ten. their mother -- who has been able to stay alive thanks to this fundraiser allowing her to access chemotherapy injections -- is currently in a coma. her health has deteriorated rapidly since the start of the war and her children are terrified that their mother will not survive. will you give the father of these babies something to hold onto? he needs hope for escape as he plays the role of both father and mother to his family. your donations are their direct line for survival. we know that when the border crossing opens, the window may be very short for families to actually escape into egypt. it is impossible for this family to make it out of gaza alive without your donations. while the al-manasra family’s gofundme page is paused due to a technicality, can you help get money to their fundraiser organizer’s cashapp, venmo, or paypal (for donors outside the US)?

cashapp link (for americans)

venmo link (for americans - please do not indicate anything having to do with palestine in description)

paypal link (for everyone outside US - please make sure your donation is listed as “personal” and not business)

mohamed’s fundraiser is vetted #192 here! a message from mohamed's eldest, sarah: "thank you! i love you!" @save-mohamed-family

[imanes]

Can you post screenshots of the author thread for people who don't have twitter

sorry i started doing that yesterday and then promptly forgot to post them x_x i wouldn't recommend most of these authors anyway since their books are shit

i don't even know if that's all of them bc i got a bunch of error messages but yeah notable ones: pierce brown (red rising saga LOL), taylor jenkins reid (her books are NOT good stop deluding yourself people!), a bunch of booktok word writers cuz they sure know how to align the words but they fail at making them actually sound interesting, idek who else. gabrielle zevin is one that has an Israeli characters who says some questionable shit but idk if i'd go so far as to say that it's outright support for Israel for example. the screenshots on alice oseman are from 2015 i hope she pulled her head out of her ass in the meantime but who knows. i see the sarah janet maas screenshot didn't make the list but she was like yay IDF a few years ago and depicted Israel kind of like this magical beautiful place (and not the settler colony that it is), same for rachel lynn solomon. I'll go back to my original post tomorrow and then list all the names that were shared in the thread on twitter

[duckprintspress]

Celebrate J.R.R. Tolkien’s Birthday with 54 Queer Fantasy Books!

Today, January 3rd, is J.R.R. Tolkien Day—the day we celebrate the legend’s birthday. It’s hard to imagine the fantasy genre without Tolkien’s influence on it. That’s why, we figured, what better way to celebrate than by having an adventure with an awesome fantasy book? And, as this is the first time we’ve done a queer fantasy rec list, our reccing crew got very excited, with the result that this is one of the longest lists we’ve ever posted. We asked our contributors for great queer, fantasy recommendations, and boy, did they deliver! We collected a list of whooping 54 titles, all thanks to Sanne, Kelas, Shadaras, Nina Waters, Shea Sullivan, E. C., Adrian Harley, Alex, D. V. Morse, Zel Howland, Shannon, Dei Walker, Linnea Peterson and an anonymous contributor.

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Fire Logic by Laurie J. Marks

The Order of the Pure Moon Reflected in Water by Zen Cho

The Black Tides of Heaven by Neon Yang

The Angel of the Crows by Katherine Addison

The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

Witch King by Martha Wells

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

Heaven Official’s Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison

The Husky & His White Cat Shizun by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know by Cyan Wings

Ruin of Angels by Max Gladstone

The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater

Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell

Ash by Malinda Lo

Shubeik Lubeik by Deena Mohamed

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley

Rust in the Root by Justina Ireland

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark

When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

The Monsters We Defy by Leslye Penelope

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Little Thieves by Margaret Owen

Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez

The Ruthless Lady’s Guide to Wizardry by C.M. Waggoner

Reforged by Seth Haddon

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

Luck in the Shadows by Lynn Flewelling

The Bone Doll’s Twin by Lynn Flewelling

Umineko: When They Cry by 07th Expansion

The Will of the Empress by Tamora Pierce

Witchmark by C.L. Polk

Lord of Eternal Night by Ben Alderson

These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling

The Brilliant Death by A.R. Capetta

Consort of Fire by Kit Rocha

First Test by Tamora Pierce

Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea by Rebecca Thorne

The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner

Hench by Natalie Zina Walschots

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Weak Heart by Ban Gilmartin

The Shepherd’s Crown by Terry Pratchett

Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett

The Demon’s Lexicon by Sarah Rees Brennan

What are your favorite queer fantasy books?

You can find all these books on our Goodreads bookshelf of queer fantasy books.

Did something here spark your curiosity? You can buy it through the Duck Prints Press Bookshop.org affiliate shop. 

So many books means so much to talk about! Come, join our Book Lover’s Discord server to chat with us about aaaaaall the books!

[chaifootsteps]

Viv:" ugh ❤️ Bojack Horseman"

Sorry sis, Bojack humanized everyone, including the "antagonists" like Beatrice. What about Henrietta? She haunts the narrative of the season and she is respected by Beatrice herself after sleeping with her husband. Let me guess, Viv thinks Hollyhock is a selfish bitch because she cut Bojack off and he ended up relapses over it.

Do you think Sarah Lynn deserved to die too? Did you find it funny her step dad was SA'ing her?

Diane is a whiney spoiled bitch? Did you think it was funny not even her own mom defended her from the misogynistic males in her family? It was ok because her dad was a tenured professor at an expensive college and she married an older man with money?

Gee, even Ana Spanakopita was humanized. "Some people will kick and struggle bringing you down with them". She was divorced wasn't allowed to see her kid too.

I'm sorry, I could go on and on because that's the beauty of Bojack. They showed everyone as the complex beings they were and the devices of how different everyone was because they had their own traumas too.

But you know, Stella is the bad person. Who cares if she likes parties and likes drinking tea with her friends.

Makes you wonder if Viv nodded off during all of those scenes, or maybe got distracted searching for her own name on Twitter.

[septianamichelleahmadgeigermay]

SEPTIANA MICHELLE AHMAD GEIGER MAY

ALISON BEHM KARA PULZ LACEY WOLF SARAH ESCHELMANN TORI HARRIS EMILY HARRIS NIKKI ASAO TARA STILLIONS WHITEHEAD LYNNE MARIE HEDVIG

BRADLEY CARL GEIGER

SAPPORO JAPANESE RESTAURANT SHERIDAN WYOMING UNITED STATES OF AMERICA THE PLANET KNOWN AS EARTH ALSO KNOWN AS TERRA

[lillaydee]

One Heart Part 8

Sheriff Joel Miller / Reader

Trying and failing miserably to recover from an inconceivable loss, you accepted your best friend's invite to spend time with her and her family for a summer, hoping for a chance at a new beginning. Little did you know that the new beginning you were stepping into was a little too close to home.

WARNING:

Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Grief/Mourning, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Ellie is mentioned, Sheriff Joel, Sarah plays matchmaker, No age gap, Joel is in his 30s, Joel is Trying His Best (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Fluff and Angst.

SERIES MASTERLIST

PART 7

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When you got back from the market with bags of fruits (although Joel insisted on carrying them), Jenny, Tommy, Will and Benny were on her porch, cups of coffee in their hands. The carcass of your poor ratty helmet was gone, the four looking at you two with weird expressions on their faces.

“Hey, Lady!” Benny called out to you. He jumped off the porch, coming to you and Joel, hands in his pockets. “Condolences on the helmet, Lady, may it rest in peace… so, I called Frankie, asked him for a new helmet for you. But… uh… looks like you’re gonna have to rely on Joel here to get to work for a while… Frankie said there’s a… shortage… in helmet supply…”

Behind him, you could see Tommy and Will close their eyes, their hands massaging their temples. Jenny shook her head, and went inside, her face all screwed up for some reason.

Joel looked at Benny as if he was speaking gibberish.

“A helmet shortage?”

“Uhuh… you call him if you don’t believe me.”

“I’m gonna come pick you up in an hour. We’ll go to Frankie’s after lunch service, okay?” Joel said to you, moving towards your house, bags of fruits in his hands. He was staring at Benny like he might do something completely unpredictable.

When Joel walked away, Benny got his phone out, walked away and was animatedly speaking to someone on the other end. Will came over, took the phone from him and began speaking too.

The hell was that all about?

You told Joel he didn’t need to pick you up. Maria could do that, but Joel insisted. Maria lived at the other end of town; it would be easier if he did it. Of course, he didn’t tell you that he was secretly happy to have a reason to spend more time with you. You made sure to keep your excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him to yourself as well.

---

You went through lunch service as usual, and by the time it ended, Joel was waiting for you in the dining room to take you to Frankie’s.

You told him he didn’t have to do this. He must be busy. It’s just down the street, you could walk. But he insisted. He wanted to replace your helmet. We could walk together, he said. Shall we?

So you did, you walked side by side, talking about the mystery of the roadkill that was your helmet. When you got to the end of the shop row, he unthinkingly took your hand in his, and guided you across the road. When he realized what he had done, he let go, apologizing profusely for his inappropriateness. You brushed him off, not telling him that his touch sent tingles up your spine. He really did look good in his uniform. Damn, you really did have a thing for men in uniforms huh? Shit.

You got to Frankie’s, and when you walked in, you felt a bit disorientated. His walls, usually filled with rows upon rows of helmets hung on the racks, were bare. It looked like it had been robbed. Other products, funnily enough, were very much still on display.

Frankie, the owner of the store with his signature dark blue cap walked out of the back room.

“Hey, Joel,” he said, shaking his hand. “Hello, Lynn, right?” He recognized you – you had brought your bike in once to replace your chain. “How can I help you folks today?”

“Were you robbed off helmets or something?” Joel asked incredulously.

“Oh… no… you would’ve known if that were true, right, Sheriff Miller?” he punched Joel in the arm playfully, looking far too nervous for someone who was not robbed. “There’s a shortage in helmets these days…” he said, with a face that was a bit too serious, nodding slightly as he spoke, hands crossed defensively on his chest.

“Really?” Joel asked, arms crossed as well. “And when is this… shortage… supposed to end?”

“Er… I can’t confirm that right now, Joel. I’m gonna have to get back to you on that.”

“Hmm… we can drive to the next town? Maybe they’ll have some,” Joel looked at you.

“Uh… no… they won’t. Shortage is… statewide,” Frankie said, a bit too quickly, looking really nervous now.

“Maybe we can order one online?” you asked.

“Uh… actually, come to think of it, the online shops are not selling them for now… in solidarity…” Frankie closed his eyes, shaking his head a bit.

“That so?” Joel looked as if he was about to tie Frankie up and shine a light on his face.

“Uhuh. Come on, Joel, you think I would lie about some helmets?” Frankie asked, laughing nervously.  

Joel eyed him up and down, before telling Frankie to give him a call the moment this shortage is over. He placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you out.

You wanted to laugh. It was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard. When you got back across the street, you just burst into uncontrolled laughter. Whoever had even heard of such a phenomenon? Joel, who was looking annoyed and grumpy since he saw the state of the shop, started laughing with you.

“Well,” he said when you both had had a breather, “Since there are no helmets in sight at the only shop in town that sells them, looks like I’m gonna be your chauffeur for a while.”

“No, Joel… really, I can Uber, I can ask Maria to come get me…”

“Nope, you’re stuck with me, Lady. But this phenomenon is a weird one. I swear that shop had rows of helmets just last week.”

“I know! I was there not two weeks ago replacing my chain, and it was filled with helmets.”

He walked you back to the restaurant, asking you if you wanted to go home, he could drive you? You said no, you wanted to get started on the prep for this dessert you had planned. You thanked him, telling him you’ll see him after dinner service, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Joel stood there, watching you walk back in, his cheek heated from your small peck. He turned around and walked back to Frankie’s.

Just as he got near the end of the shop row, Frankie’s door opened, and Thomas, Benjamin and William Miller were conspicuously looking left and right before exiting the bike shop, going round the back. He stood there watching for a while before they came back with boxes in their hands. He waited for them to make a few more trips, before going back, and what do you know, Frankie was busy hanging helmets on the rack again.

“Wow, very short shortage there Frankie,” Joel said, making Frankie jump.

The door opened, and Tommy, Benny and Will entered, with more boxes in their hands.

“Oh fuck,” they all said in unison when they saw Joel.

Joel stood facing the four men, arms across his chest.

“Explain.”

---

The four grown men sat in a row in front of the Sheriff looking like little boys about to be chastised for being naughty.

“The fuck is going on? What’s with the helmet hiding?”

“Okay, if we tell you, you need to promise to not get all ‘Joel’ about it okay?” Tommy reasoned.

Joel kept quiet. These men were military. But somehow, Joel’s face at that moment made them nervous.

“We can’t help it, okay? She begged us,” Tommy broke. Will smacked him in the back of the head.

“Who?”

“It’s not important. All we can tell you is, it’s of the utmost importance that Lynn doesn’t have a helmet for a while,” Tommy added, rubbing his head.

The other three, former Special Ops men, kept quiet. Benny looked nervous, Will looked formidable as ever, and Frankie looked like he was wondering how the fuck he got dragged into this situation.

“Why?”

Will cleared his throat, “So that you… would have to drive her around for a bit.” He rubbed his nose, eyes looking down.

“What? Why?”

“Really, Joel? I’ve known you since I was born, and this is the first time I’ve seen you interested in someone. Is it so wrong if we wanted to help her?”

“Who are you talking about? You’re telling me all of you big, scary, strong, military men got whipped by some chick into hiding bicycle helmets? Come on!”

“You don’t understand, Joel, she said ‘PWEEEEEEEASE!!!” Benny shouted.

The other three men looked at Benny disbelievingly. DUUUUUUDE…. What the fuuuuuuuck… They all yelled at him, looking frustrated as hell.

“Sarah? You’re telling me you fell for the pleas of my three-year-old?”

“Oh, please, Joel. You bought her a $200 Barbie Dreamhouse just because she looked at it for longer than two seconds at the toy store last Christmas. She didn’t even beg you for it. And she played with it for like two days and got bored. I’d like to see you be ‘Big Old Scary Sheriff’ with her now that she can talk… those puppy dog eyes… that cute little voice… damn man… we were helpless,” Will defended himself and his brothers.

Okay, maybe they do have a point.

A thought horrified him all of a sudden.

“She placed the helmet behind my wheels? My three-year-old went under my car and placed a helmet behind my wheels?” Joel was horrified at what could have happened.

“No… she just stole the helmet from Lynn’s. Jenny placed it there…” Tommy said, before clapping his hand over his mouth, realizing he had outed their mother’s involvement in this little scheme.

“So, Jenny helped mastermind this thing? This wasn’t Sarah’s doing?” Joel thought of the lie Jenny had told the two of you about the groceries – they were not in the trash after all. She just wanted an excuse for the two of you to spend more time together upon seeing you two had made up.

“No, Jenny didn’t ‘mastermind’ anything… she was just helping… like us… and no… of course Sarah didn’t plan this herself… duh… she’s three for God’s sake,” Benny said, before mumbling something Joel couldn’t hear.

“What?”

They were all quiet again, their heads down, looking ashamed of themselves.

Will finally spoke. “She said Jello made her do it.”

Joel threw his hands up in the air.

---

When Joel picked you up after dinner service that night, you had a box in your hands. A thank you, for driving you around, you told him. He opened it, a fluffy looking Lemon Meringue Pie was inside.

“You made this?”

“Uhuh. Hope you like Lemon Meringue.”

“I do. Thank you.” He reached to the back of his cruiser and presented a purple bicycle helmet with pink flowers on it, all tied up in a big red bow. “For you. It should fit, Frankie looked at the remains of your old one to figure out the size.”

“I thought there was a shortage?”

“It had magically resolved,” he said, winking at you.

You felt yourself blush. “Thank you, Joel.”

He walked you to your door, your helmet and box of Meringue Pie in his hands. It was still bright out, despite it being almost 930pm.

“Hey, you want to go to the pond with me? Help me eat this? We could watch the sunset,” he asked, hope in his voice.

You nodded, placing the helmet in your house, and picking up two forks.  

The two of you walked to the farm, a comfortable silence between the two of you. When you sat down, he excitedly opened the box and took a bite. His eyes closed, his head thrown back and he moaned… sending shivers through your body.

“Oh my God this is so good!” he took another bite, before feeding you the third. “This might be the best Lemon Meringue Pie I’ve ever had. You should be a chef!” he said, before closing his eyes and covering his face with his hand.

You laughed out loud. “Oh my God that was such a Dad joke!”

He just shook his head, laughing, looking pleased with himself.  The two of you sat quietly for a while, taking a few more bites.

“So, the helmet shortage magically resolved itself, huh?”

He nodded, mouth full of meringue. “There was a whole conspiracy behind it. Military Special Ops were involved. You wouldn’t believe who the mastermind was. All top secret.”

Your eyes widened comically, really? Wow… impressive…

“I take it you, as the Sheriff, had a direct hand in resolving this… conspiracy?”

He nodded, laughing to himself.

“Well, thank you for that. At least I don’t have to wake you at 2 this morning to go to the market.”

He went quiet for a while, licking his lips off some stray meringue, and asked, “Would it be bad if I said I would love nothing more than to wake up at 2 am to drive you to the market?”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Cause you’re leaving in six weeks, and I just… wanted to spend as much time as I can with you.”

“Joel… I would love that, but you have to work… I don’t want to disrupt your sleep like that.”

“Okay, I need to tell you something. I have been going to bed early just so that I can get up at 2 and stay up ‘til you get home.”

“What? Why?”

He kept quiet, but he looked at you with such meaningful eyes, you understood.

“I have something to tell you too. I have been secretly watching you watch me in the mornings as well.”

“You have?”

You nodded. “For someone in law enforcement, you weren’t quite so discreet. Who spies on people by moving their curtains aside?”

He laughed out loud. “You got me there.”

The two of you watched the sunset for a bit, before walking home. When he walked you to your door, you turned around and said okay.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, you can drive me to the market later, if you still want to, that is.”

“Yeah? Okay.” This man’s smile is contagious. “Good night until then?”

“Good night, Joel.”

---

Neither of you knew how you managed to fall asleep that night. But you both did, smiles on your faces. He was at your door at 2 am sharp, looking a bit too spruced up to go to the market. You made sure to spritz some perfume on your pulse points, something that would be completely wasted at the market, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When you got to the market, a sleepy looking Maria was waiting at the parking lot, her mouth dropped open when she saw Joel’s cruiser drove in. Joel decided to wait in the car for you, chickening out of his original plan to go into the market with you at the thought of relentless teasing from Maria.

You had no such luck. Maria made sure to let all your usual vendors know a certain Sheriff was waiting for you in the parking lot. Best hurry up and settle the business boys, you don’t want to keep Sheriff Miller waiting! Joel’s reputation as a resolute but much sought after bachelor earned you eyebrow raises, the men impressed to hear this news, though you didn’t miss the once-overs some of the lady-vendors gave you, despite seeing you on the regular for the past month.  

You got back to the cruiser, thinking you will find Joel asleep. But he was just scrolling through his phone, waiting for you, opening the passenger door for you once he noticed you were back. There were a lot of whooping and wolf-whistling and good man Millers gracing the two of you as he reversed. His ears grew noticeably redder as he shifted into Drive.

“Sorry about that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “didn’t think they’d do that.”

“Apparently, you are quite the bachelor. Hearing you were driving a lady around made quite the stir!”

He barked a laugh. “Really? That’s news to me.”

“What do you mean? I was right there at the zoo; those women were practically throwing themselves at you.”

“They were just being friendly.”

It’s your turn to bark a laugh. God he really was clueless. You mumbled, “You have no idea how hot you are, do you?”

The words came out before you even realized what you were saying.

He suddenly looked to his left and then his watch, and asked, “Hey, are you in a hurry to get back?”

“No, why?” you were just relieved he didn’t hear what you said, to be honest.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

“Sure.”

He took a left turn and drove for a few minutes through some back roads before stopping at what looked like a picnic area. You got out of the car and took his offered hand. He guided you up a small incline, the torch from his phone guiding the way, before stopping at a small clearing. He guided you to climb on one of the picnic tables there, sitting on the table next to you himself.

“We planned to watch the sunrise the other day, but we fell asleep before we could… this is much better though. Just you wait,” he said.

It was barely a quarter past three, your time at the market usually took longer since you cycled. The sun was starting to rise, just peeking through the mountains ahead, signalling the beginning of another summer day.

Even at a peek, it was breathtaking.

So was he.

You couldn’t help yourself from studying his profile. He was a beautiful man. Despite trying your best to sulk and stay away from him all this time, you were still very much drawn to him.

His head turned a little bit, not fully towards you, but you looked away, mortified at the thought of being caught staring. You cleared your throat a bit.

“So, you bring a lot of ladies here, Miller?”

He huffed a laugh. “What ladies? I haven’t had the time for ladies.”

You gave him a sceptical look, barely visible in the low light.

“I’m serious! Sarah takes up all my time, and to be honest, I haven’t been interested in anyone.”

“You’re telling me no one has caught your attention?”

He took a deep breath.

“Well, there is someone. I met her about a month ago. Fucked it up royally with her, and she ended up not speaking to me for a bit. She’s forgiven me, now, but she’s leaving in a few weeks, so… I don’t know if I’ll do anything about it.”

You stilled. Was he talking about you? He turned around and looked at you, his eyes fixed onto yours. Your face felt hot all over. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it.

If only you knew how fast his heart was beating.

“Joel…”

“Lynn…” he put his hand up to stop you. “I know you are leaving. I know this might be too much for you. I know, you might not feel the same way about me, I mean, I yelled at you, accused you of unthinkable things, and maybe, you are not ready to let another man into your heart but if you do feel anything for me at all, even a little bit…”

“I do.”

Shit. Did you say that out loud?

“You do?” There was so much hope in his eyes, your heart tripled in size.

You nodded.

“It’s just… like you said, I am leaving, and we have to think of Sarah. What if we couldn’t make it work?”

“We won’t know unless we try.”

There it was. The logical answer you knew to be true and could not deny.

A gust of wind blew, bringing a chill to the air. You shivered slightly, pulling your light jacket around you tighter. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. You pressed your forehead to his, your noses touching.

Slowly, tentatively, he slanted his face slightly, and brought his lips to yours.

It was the first kiss of all first kisses.

Tender, sweet, delicate, intoxicating.

Neither of you watched the sunrise that morning.

By the time you stopped kissing, the sun was up. You were both breathless, his shirt a crumpled mess from your grip. Your vision was spotty from how hard you had your eyes closed. Shit you were so into the kiss you were surprised you didn’t straddle him right there.

“We missed the sunrise, again,” you said, nuzzling your nose unto his.

He laughed, peppering your face with kisses. “Worth it,” before giving you a light, tender kiss on your nose. “We should go back.”

He helped you off the table, adjusting himself as discreetly as he could so the uncomfortable bulge he was sporting wasn’t too obvious – not that it worked. He didn’t let go of your hand this time, interlacing your fingers with his own.

Once you were buckled up, he got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, turned to you and said,

“So, you think I’m hot, huh?”

Oh… how you wished the seat could swallow you whole.

---

PART 9

[bettysupremacy]

Summer Girl

summary: Rafe and his summer girl scramble for more time.

word count 1.4k

a/n big thanks to lynn cause i probably wouldn’t have posted this without her</3 im sorry if it seems rushed🙁 I’ve looked over it so many times I’m kinda sick of it

The shrieks of Sarah as topper flings her over his shoulder are deftly drowned by Rafe’s intent fixation on her. The slope of her nose, her shoulders, her pretty eyes, the downturn of her lips as she focuses on the waves. It’s a quiet moment between the both of them, it suffocates Rafe in the best way possible. 

It’s a warm summer day, the sun shining down achily, no cloud in sight. The water crystal and shiny, the waves big and disturbed by Topper and Sarah’s loud joyousness. They splash, and kick, they scream, and giggle. It’s a disgusting show of PDA, if you ask Rafe.

He turns his gaze back to her, watches her hands ball into the sand, let it go, and worm her fingers under the warm grain. He never knew he could find so much fondness in the quiet with her, in the chilly summer days with her. He’s a party boy, as he’d say, through and through.

“Put me down!” Sarah’s shrill voice giggles over crashing waves. 

Rafe had laughed when his summer fling proclaimed her love for the summer. Boyish disinterest when she sighed about salty skin and dinners at the club after beach days, more interested on when he’d kiss her agin. You couldn’t blame the boy, pretty girl laying in his bed and all, but now he understood. 

“Is it because of me?” Rafe had said, poking her side playfully. “Am I the reason you love summer so much, hmm?” 

“Yes,” She smiled at him, tilting her head back into the pillows to stare at his ceiling, “but it’s also the ocean, the way bonfires smell when the fire mixes with the salt of the beach.” 

He didn’t understand, didn’t care to ask. Too poetic for the teen boy.

“The way I looks in my midsummers tux?” Rafe adds, turning on his side. 

“The way you looks in your midsummers tux, the hotdogs your dad makes during pool days,  Roses lemonade.” 

“It’s so fucking good.” He sighs dramatically, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, blotting some sneaky kisses haphazardly. Her arm wraps around him instinctually as she smiles. 

“So fucking good.” She agrees.

He understands what she had been talking about now. He had teased that her love for summer was because of him, but wasn’t that why he loved summer? Her?

“What are you thinking about, handsome?“

Her hand comes up cupping his cheek, thumb swiping over his lips curiously. Her gaze matches his and deep down he knows she’s admiring him how he admires her. Greedy for attention, sick on love. He doesn’t know how to feel about it. Excitement sits deep in his chest. 

“You.” He mumbles, dopey smile on his lips as her hand sneaks back to scratch the back of his newly shaved head. He leans into the touch “You wanna get in again?” 

She’s warm on her towel, letting golden hour soak into her dried skin. “With you?” 

“With me.” He nods. 

“I’m hungry,” Her touch is pulled from him as she sits up. “The Wreck?” 

He sits up as well. “You know it.” 

“Should we invite Top and Sar?”

His slow glare pulls her lips up prettily. “No, we shouldn’t.” 

“They might be hungry you know.” She shakes her head. “Out in the sun all day, swimming with us.” 

“They’ll manage.” He stands up, sighing tiredly and wiping his legs of rogue sand left on his damp skin. She looks up at him confusedly. “You coming, sunny?” 

She smiles at the nickname. “We gotta pack up.”

“They’ll manage,” He repeats, jutting his hand out for her to grab. “come on.” 

She shakes her head again, slipping her hand in his and letting him use his body weight to lift her. “I’m only letting you do this because I’m so hungry.” 

He doesn’t let go of her hand, readjusting and giving it a firm squeeze. “Is that so?” They walk past Sarah’s Jeep. 

“Yes, i could just eat a cow.” She swings their fingers. 

He smiles and she turns away in delight. “What’re you ordering?” 

“A cheese burger and fries, with a milkshake.” She smiles at him. “And Kiara’s Mac n cheese, and-“

“Mac n Cheese? That’s not on the menu?”

“Not for you.” He rolls his eyes.

“Mac n Cheese, and onion rings, and fried shrimp, and a biscuit, with jelly.” 

“Grape.” He adds.

“Yes. Grape jelly.”

“Anything else?”

“Tater tots,” She brings their fingers up and kisses his knuckles. “With cheese and bacon.” 

“You’re trying to send me in debt.” 

“You’ll manage.” She beams.  

—

“Are you gonna miss your touron when she leaves?” She teases lightly, flicking her straw wrapper at him. He dodges swiftly. Flicking it to the other side of the table. She used to roll her eyes at couples who shared a booth bench, but now she couldn’t imagine sitting so far from her summer boy.

“You’re not a fuckin touron.” Rafe rolls his eyes.

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.” He puts out, gruffer than he meant. He feels bad.

“Then what am I?” 

“You live a ferry away,” He leans in, both his elbows on the table “2 hours baby, and you’re here for every major holiday.” 

“Thanksgiving, Christmas, Spring break, summer.”

“You remember the time you convinced your mom to let you take the ferry so you could trick or treat with Sarah?” She smiles at him fondly. That was Halloween seven. Sarah and Y/N’s first, and only, Halloween with each other. 

“You remember that?”

“Uh, yeah? What were you again? Velma and Daphne?” She sits back in her chair. “Yeah, baby, I remember things.” 

“You hated me back then.” 

His head twitches affronted. “No i didn’t?”

“You called us tweedle dee and tweedle dum.”  He laughs, unashamed by Mr. And Mrs. Cooper eyeing him at table three.

“Okay, yeah, i did that.” 

She sighs and he tilts his head to catch her eye.

“You’re not a touron.” It comes out more assuringly this time.

She nods. “I know.” 

“So what’s this about, huh?” He shakes his head, knocking his foot with hers. It’s silent. “What’s this about, baby?” 

“I’m gonna miss you.” She snakes her arms around him, pulling him in and breathing in the cologne that stuck to his wet body hungrily.  His arms wrap around her neck, his nose buries in her wet hair. 

“Me too,” he says muffled. “I always do, you know that.” 

“But it was never like this summer.” She sighs.

“This summer?” He questions. 

“You never had to miss us while we were a thing. I never had to miss us.” 

The words hang over their heads oppressingly. Thing. They were a thing. Last year they weren’t a thing, neither the year before that. They never had to mourn a blooming relationship. He doesn’t know what to say. 

Her phone buzzes.

Y’all just up and left us

rude :(

She looks away. Ignores it. He doesn’t like to see her so upset. It takes his heart between cruel fingers and squeezes it meanly. “We’ll figure it out.” She nods in response, letting Rafe pull her into his side, pressing a long warm kiss into her hair. It’s prolonged by his want to be close to her forever, to never let her go back. “You can stay.” 

“I can stay.” She weighs the pros and cons of moving to the banks. She’d have Sarah as her neighbor 24/7, Rafe has her boyfriend, not just for the summer. She’d have a fall boyfriend, winter boyfriend, spring boyfriend, and when it came to it, summer boyfriend all over again. She never liked the kids on the mainland anyways, they didn’t get the obx the way she did. 

“You can stay.” He affirms. 

“I can stay with my grandpa.” He’d been practically begging her to move in since she was 16. 

“You know he’s been inviting you to move in for years.” 

“And go to the academy.” Get my grandad to put me in all of Sarah’s classes.

“Chapel Hill in a year.” Apartment with Rafe.

She looks up at him. He looks down at her. She laughs at his attention and sticks her face in his warm chest. “I’m moving to the banks.”

“You’re moving to the banks baby!” His arms wrap around her deftly, moving them side to side in quick celebration. “This deserves some cake.”

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

(great stuff he says in old tweet gahhhhhhhhh) you find very strange things on youtube 2014 that make you want to burn your eyes out / promote of TMT movie so sure retweet a 21 year old underwear/ also talks of BJ horseman/ can seen bj doing retweeing this tbh

if I have to suffer knowing this so DO YOU

[mircalla-tepez]

~ Cosplay: Sarah Lynn ~

Sarah Lynn is a former child star turned popstar from the Netflix Show „Bojack Horseman“. Originally very passionated about architecture, she was pushed by a very demanding mother to instead pursue a career in Hollywood.

This series of 6 photos tried to capture the essence of a few of Sarah’s most iconic quotes while emphasizing that what you see in the media or on the internet might in no way portrait the reality behind the pictures. Foto 1: „I am Sarah freaking Lynn. I’m gonna be sexy forever!“ Foto 2: „"Life is a never ending show, old sports, except the minor detail that it ends,[...] don't stop dancing till the curtain falls!" Foto 3+4: “I don’t like anything about me. […] Nothing of this is me. The only reason I wear this shirt is because some company paid me $8000 to wear it. I don’t even need the money. I just like that someone still wanted me to wear their shirt. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know what to do. Am I doomed? Are we all doomed?!” Foto 5: „That’s too much man!“ Foto 6: "It's a giant dome! Domes are so cool! I wanna be an architect..." In the series, Sarah Lynn dies tragically young, as she herself predicted, aged only 31, suffocating due to an overdose of H. Being 31 myself I kind of felt the urge to try and breath some life in this really sad story of a person living & suffering in plain sight & yet in the end noone lend her a helping hand. Things like this happen. I guess all I want to express is: Please, take care of one another. - Model: Mircalla Tepez Foto+Edit: _soulcatcher_photography_

[bookaddict24-7]

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[bojackhorsemanlvr]

that’s it i’ve had enough, bojack horseman is so sexy and i’m tired of not admitting it. i’m not just talking about him in the 90s or him in Philbert, even just as a 50 year old wash up who’s a lazy bastard. oh my god. i need him. idc how bad he is at relationships in the show or how bad he is in sex give me that horsecock NOW. those writers must’ve know what they were doing when they kept tying this hoe up please tell me you guys agree. oooo even in the sarah lynn episode when he snorts the coke off his fingers. when he has huge eyebags and hair all messy, yeah thats how he’s gonna look for WEEKS when i’m done with him. also i’m kinda drunk right now