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kendallsroyco Ā· 2 months ago
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Daredevil S3 arc where Matt is pretending to have sight you will always be beloved by me āœØ
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muttmurdock Ā· 10 months ago
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pancakehauses Ā· 4 months ago
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Next to Normal | Wyndham's Theatre | July, 2024 Caissie Levy as Diana Goodman Jack Wolfe as Gabe Goodman šŸ“¹: @mttztrading
Diana - Dan Diana - Gabe Diana - Natalie Dan - Gabe Dan - Natalie Gabe - Natalie
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nyatem Ā· 10 months ago
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Fixated on scrubs again . I love sillie doctors
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presidentialconfessions Ā· 3 days ago
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why as soon as women could vote the candidates were HARDING and COX
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pastafossa Ā· 1 year ago
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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023
So LETā€S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. Iā€™m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!
Iā€™m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best Iā€™ve had, especially at the autograph table. Iā€™ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I wonā€™t lie - Iā€™d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but Iā€™m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.
The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, Iā€™d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit itā€™s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didnā€™t care, cause there he is. You donā€™t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Yaā€™ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ā€˜my dearā€™ in that beautiful voice.
I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:
Will he hold the red thread from TRT?
So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ā€˜would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?ā€™
HE FUCKING DID.
HE HELD IT.
HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.
Iā€™m fairly certain he doesnā€™t know about the fic at this point - he wasnā€™t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.
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Iā€™m fairly certain Iā€™m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didnā€™t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didnā€™t work out like Iā€™d planned. I had been blessed.
also look at that forearm holy shit
I floated outta that gd room yaā€™ll. Iā€™m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4ā€‹ did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE
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But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.
not me tearing up thinking about it.
That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.
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I know some people wondered if Iā€™d tell him about TRT, and Iā€™d already decided I wasnā€™t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. Iā€™d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldnā€™t start crying while telling him, and I wasnā€™t even sure Iā€™d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.
He made time.
I got up to him with my art print holy shit heā€™s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since Iā€™d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasnā€™t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.
ā€œI just wanted to tell you,ā€ I said quietly, ā€œas someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt didā€”ā€
And then he did something I didnā€™t expect, something Iā€™d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something Iā€™d never had an actor or artist do for me.
He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile Iā€™d ever seen.
In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that heā€™d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way Iā€™ve never experienced at a con or signing. Ā 
Just like that, I wasnā€™t afraid to tell him what Iā€™d wanted to.
ā€œAnd as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,ā€ I said, more confidently now, ā€œI wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what Iā€™ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.ā€
The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didnā€™t look away once. He didnā€™t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which Iā€™d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. Iā€™m not sure how often heā€™s been told something like thisā€”a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fansā€”but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.
Charlie really does care about his fans. It isnā€™t an act. Iā€™m sure of it now.
ā€œThank you, truly,ā€ he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. ā€œThank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. Iā€™m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.ā€
We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what heā€™s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.
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#Philly Fan Expo#Charlie Cox#Daredevil#he HELD THE THREAD ya'll#my fanfic author life is now complete#and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie#he is so so kind and warm and wonderful#the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant#i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just...#he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention#the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just usĀ  and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like#i can't think ofĀ  a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered#(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think)#and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious#he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine#you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him#maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure#but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal#from a lot of really... really hard things in my life#and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!)#Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph#he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up#Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting
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nerdby Ā· 7 months ago
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Am I the only one who cried when Matt and Foggy argued after Foggy found out his bestie had nearly died because he was an illegal vigilante facing off against a murderous, psychopathic mob boss and the only help he got was from an overworked ER nurse?
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glowingvenus Ā· 1 year ago
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Details from Bianca's cowboy commission drawn by @johannathemad ā¤
[Image description: Seiji, Nicholas, and Jesse from the comic series Fence. They are portrayed as cowboys in a western AU, each riding a horse in chaotic pursuit of a little pig.]
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somethingblu3 Ā· 8 months ago
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okay matt murdock over here ruining my life.
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sexynetra Ā· 8 months ago
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Met Jackie Cox at musical theatre trivia and I need the world to see how cute these selfies I got with her are šŸ„ŗ
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its-ezraaa Ā· 1 year ago
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Mom, can we have the next Fence volume?
No, we have the next Fence volume at home.
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kendallsroyco Ā· 7 months ago
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My Charlie Cox in a romcom wishes have been answered omgg ahhhhh šŸ„° FINALLY
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And it involves DOGS!!
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iffeelscouldkill Ā· 1 month ago
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Lost in a Familiar Place pt. 6
(Aka the ā€˜Nicholas never applied to Kings Rowā€™ AU)
A/N: This is the second-to-last instalment of this fic! So the next update will be the final one, although it's shaping up to be twice as long as the other chapters, so... it'll be like a double chapter. But I'll post it as one thing xD
In which Nicholas spends time with Eugene and Bobby, and Harvard works some things out.
Previous chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
ā€œSo you were there because Harvard just invited you to watch practice on the spot,ā€ Eugene summarised, as Bobby sipped his smoothie and listened wide-eyed. When Bobby had said ā€˜get smoothiesā€™, Nicholas had assumed they were going into town ā€“ but Kings Row students werenā€™t allowed off-campus during term-time without special permission.
Instead, they were at a little shop on campus with tables outside that sold ā€œhealthyā€ smoothies. Bobby described them as ā€œnot too badā€; Nicholas took one mouthful and didnā€™t know what to think. Maybe they were an acquired taste.
ā€œAnd then,ā€ Eugene continued, ā€œyou mouthed off at Seiji Katayama-ā€
ā€œNot mouthed off,ā€ Nicholas objected, laughing. ā€œI was just saying that I saw-ā€
ā€œ-holes in his defence, yeah; Iā€™m pretty sure that counts as mouthing off to someone like Seiji,ā€ Eugene said. ā€œYou did that, and then Coach Williams was like, ā€˜Hey, why not let this random guy borrow some gear and join in?ā€™ā€
Nicholas grinned and shrugged. ā€œIt sounds weird, I know, but I guess she knew me from Regionals? She saw my match against Kyle.ā€ He grimaced and played with his straw. ā€œNot the greatest show of my skills, but Iā€™m getting better all the time.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t believe this all happened because you hooked up with Aiden,ā€ Bobby exclaimed, sounding thrilled and a little scandalised. ā€œWhat was that like, by the way? Iā€™ve always wondered. Is he a good kisser?ā€
ā€œUh,ā€ Nicholas thought about it. ā€œYeah, not bad.ā€ He shrugged one shoulder. ā€œSo ā€“ does Seiji not hang out with you guys after practice?ā€
He caught Bobby and Eugene trading a brief look of amusement, although he didnā€™t know exactly why.
ā€œHeā€™s pretty closed-off,ā€ Bobby said. ā€œWe have invited him, but ā€“ heā€™s so driven. It doesnā€™t seem like he has much time for anything social.ā€ He smiled, apparently wowed by idea of being so dedicated to fencing that it was all you ever did. ā€œEugene has talked to him, havenā€™t you, Eugene?ā€
ā€œUh, not much,ā€ Eugene said. ā€œJust a few times in practice. Heā€™ll critique your form ā€“ whether you want it or not, usually. He did give me some good advice about protein shakes once, though.ā€
Nicholas thought about Seijiā€™s laser focus when he fenced, the relentless way that he won point after point. In truth, Nicholas wished he could be more like that. Heā€™d thought that he was motivated to better himself, but compared to Seiji, he wasnā€™t serious at all. That drive, that sheer determination ā€“ it was what made Seiji a champion.
A thoughtful silence descended for a bit before Nicholas cast around for a change of subject. ā€œSo ā€“ whatā€™s it like, being at Kings Row?ā€ he asked. ā€œIā€™ve always kind of wondered what boarding school is like. Are they super strict?ā€
Bobbyā€™s eyes lit up. ā€œItā€™s great! Sure, itā€™s kind of formal, but thereā€™s a lot of fun stuff, too. Most of the fencers are in the same dormā€¦ā€
Nicholas listened as Bobby and Eugene told tales of assemblies and study hall, sneaking extra food from the canteen, sharing care packages from home and doing makeovers (that one was mostly Bobby).
ā€œThe dress code is strict,ā€ Eugene complained. ā€œPlus, you have different types of uniform that you have to wear for different things. Like sports class, or assembly.ā€
ā€œWhy?ā€ Nicholas asked.
Eugene talked about cutting class when he was inducted into the team and sneaking out to the fencing clubhouse for a secret feast and team pledge. He joked about his ā€˜long roadā€™ to making the team at Kings Row, trying out every year until he achieved his goal. Bobby excitedly explained why he wanted to be a fencer, and talked about his roommate, Dante, who claimed he wasnā€™t interested in fencing (yet hadnā€™t missed one of Bobbyā€™s tryout matches).
Nicholas listened in fascination as he finished his smoothie. Truthfully, apart from the rules and the weird dress code, it soundedā€¦ fun. It was clear that the senior fencers were good guys, and that everyone at Kings Row looked out for each other even if there was some friendly competition.
And the fencing facilitiesā€¦ Bobby and Eugene had talked about Kings Rowā€™s terrible track record in major competitions, but Nicholas could only dream of training somewhere like the spacious salle theyā€™d fenced in today. For a moment, he tried to imagine it, picturing himself in a team uniform, standing in the middle of the salle, Ć©pĆ©e in handā€¦ and a powerful wave of longing swept over him that made his breath catch. God, he wanted that so much.
He realised that Bobby and Eugene had both fallen quiet and were looking at him, although Eugene broke eye contact when Nicholas looked up, tipping his cup to drain his smoothie. Bobby smiled gently.
ā€œYou know, Iā€™m pretty sure that Kings Row offers a fencing scholarship,ā€ he said. ā€œDid you ever think about trying out?ā€
ā€œI donā€™tā€¦ Uh, Iā€™m not reallyā€¦ I dunno,ā€ Nicholas admitted, unable to muster up his usual reasoning. ā€œItā€™s too late now, I guess.ā€
ā€œWell, hey, if youā€™re ever down for getting your ass whooped in a practice match-ā€ Eugene nudged Nicholasā€™ arm with a fist ā€“ ā€œyou know where to find me.ā€
Bobby grinned brightly at him. ā€œYeah, maybe we could hang out over break!ā€
Nicholas swallowed and smiled at them both. ā€œThat would be cool,ā€ he said.
*
Harvard paced back and forth in the shadow of the Kings Row library building. He shouldnā€™t be out past curfew; as team Captain, he had a responsibility to set a good example. (Granted, he and Aiden had done it a few times in the past ā€“ more than a few, really).
But he couldnā€™t go back to his and Aidenā€™s shared dorm room. Aiden had set him a challenge to figure out what he meant by ā€œit doesnā€™t do to get too attachedā€. Heā€™d promised to tell Harvard the answer if Harvard couldnā€™t work it out, but Harvard instinctively knew that needing Aiden to tell him would be a kind of failure. And this was Aiden. His best friend. Someone he knew better than anyone else in the world, and vice versa. There was no way he wouldnā€™t be able to figure this out.
So, what had Aiden actually said? Harvard had asked him why he didnā€™t try properly as part of the team, and Aiden had responded by saying that it wasnā€™t good to get attached. Harvard knew that Aiden had issues with commitment. His home life had never been stable, and his dad had never offered consistent affection or emotional attention, instead thinking that throwing money around would substitute for a total lack of investment in his sonā€™s life.
So, Aiden rejected people before they could reject him, never getting too close to anyone (except for Harvard, because Harvard refused to act like everyone else. Even when Aiden sometimes made that difficult).
But it couldnā€™t only be that, because Aiden knew that Harvard knew about his flaky tendencies; that wasnā€™t a secret. It had to be something more than that. Anyway, Aiden hadnā€™t always been as inconsistent as he was now ā€“ it had been a gradual thing. At the beginning, Harvard remembered, Aiden had been as dedicated as he was: showing up to every practice, doing drills and working at new moves alongside the rest of the team. Harvard recalled how much Elias, the then-captain, had liked him.
Then heā€™d started skipping out on the odd practice, claiming he couldnā€™t possibly meet his dates at any other time. When Harvard pressed him on it, Aiden had brushed him off, saying that he didnā€™t need all those extra practices to wipe the floor with his opponents. This was, admittedly, true (at least at the level that Kings Row competed at), and he still came through for the matches, so Harvard dropped it. But it had stung.
When he was captain, he told himself, he wouldnā€™t let it slide. But it was Aiden, and soā€¦ he had. Harvard sighed at himself, thinking about it. Aiden had always been his weak spot, and heā€™d always been able to push past the lines that Harvard tried to draw in a way that no-one else could. Whether it was skipping out on team practiceā€¦ or bringing dates into their room. That one had always got his back up. The dorm room was their space, the place where they lounged around together and ate cupcakes and watched old swordfighting movies side by side.
Harvard had tried to be okay with it, telling himself that Aiden might be serious about one of these guys, and so he should get used to having them around. But Aiden never was. Harvard took Aiden's flings more seriously than Aiden did.
Aiden could never bring himself to be serious about anything, Harvard knew. Heā€™d stopped expecting it ages ago. So, he wasnā€™t sure why he couldnā€™t chalk all of this up to Aiden being Aiden and move on.
He wanted Aiden to commit to the team, butā€¦ it wasnā€™t just that. Fencing had always been something that theyā€™d done together. Being on the team, going to matches and commentating on the other fencers, watching old movies and tournament footageā€¦ Harvard had been surprised to hear Aiden say that he joined the team for Harvard because he hadnā€™t thought that Aiden felt the same ā€“ but fencing was their thing for Harvard too.
He had wanted Aiden to come through not for the team, not really; but for him. And when he hadnā€™tā€¦ Harvard had felt like he was an idiot to care as much as he did.
Harvard stared off into the distance, rubbing absently at his breastbone. He thought about the last time that he and Aiden had fenced a match against each other, during team tryouts. Harvard had enjoyed most of his matches during tryouts, even amidst the pressure. Eugene had improved so much; fencing Seiji had been a refreshing challenge, despite the stress of knowing heā€™d lose. And he always had fun fencing Kally, who was very tactical ā€“ a bit like Aiden.
But fencing Aiden had beenā€¦ So much better than any of those matches. Harvard remembered the way Aiden tied his hair up before the match, since it was now long enough to go in a ponytail. It was a bit mesmerising, watching him flick it into place. Heā€™d grinned, and Aiden had smiled, and it was like it had always been between them ā€“ familiar, but somehow unexpected.
Theyā€™d begun, and Aiden had fenced defensively at first, so much so that Harvard had raised an eyebrow at him. ā€œAre we going to really fence, here?ā€ heā€™d asked, and Aiden had responded with this sharp grin, and then they were fencing.
Harvard was used to this version of Aiden that he saw during fencing matches ā€“ particularly during that match against Seiji ā€“ who was all sharp edges, quicksilver wit and cutting tongue, never in the same place for too long. He turned into that person, too, when he broke up with someone. Harvard thought of it as Aidenā€™s defensive strategy ā€“ a way of keeping people at a distance. Of punishing them if they got too close. It made sense that this would apply as much to dating as it did to fencing.
But when the two of them fenced, Aiden was justā€¦ Aiden. The way that Harvard knew him ā€“ funny, quick, clever, his feigned carelessness disguising how much he really did care, deep down. His brow furrowed in thought while he fenced Harvard, and at one point Harvard had made a joke, some dumb reference to one of their old swordfighting movies, and Aiden had laughed openly. And Harvard had thought, There you are.
Aiden gave him a strange look, and for a moment Harvard feared the words had come out of his mouth. ā€œWhat?ā€ Aiden asked.
ā€œIā€¦ nothing. I miss this,ā€ Harvard had said. And then, quieter, ā€œI miss this you.ā€
Aiden had looked startled, and Harvard hurriedly put his mask back on and took up a stance. Theyā€™d fenced the rest of the match, Harvard had won, and things had pretty much been normal between them. But Harvard had thought that Aiden had looked preoccupied, afterwards.
ā€œIt doesnā€™t do to get too attached.ā€ Without realising it, Harvard began pacing again, more quickly. He was suddenly looking at everything in a different light.
It had never just been about fencing ā€“ it was about fencing and them. Aiden had pulled away from fencing and pulled away from Harvard because that was what he always did ā€“ to keep people at armā€™s length, to keep from showing how much he cared. To protect himself. Becauseā€“ becauseā€“
Harvard thought about Aidenā€™s shocked look when Harvard had said, ā€œI miss this you.ā€ He thought about Aiden running his hands through blond hair to tie it up out of the way, wisps escaping from his ponytail as he fenced, his blue eyes calculating, a knowing smirk dancing around his lips. He thought about Aidenā€™s laugh when they fenced.
He thought about flopping down next to Aiden on their beds, arms pressed together ā€“ about leaning into him during a movie night, trusting that Aiden would be there, solid, next to him. Harvard could vividly picture Aidenā€™s smile; the angle of his jaw. In his mindā€™s eye, he turned his head, andā€“
Oh. ā€œOh,ā€ Harvard said out loud, staring into the distance. Then he bolted around the side of the building. He needed to find Aiden immediately.
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pancakehauses Ā· 4 months ago
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Next to Normal | Wyndham's Theatre | July, 2024 Caissie Levy as Diana Goodman Eleanor Worthington Cox as Natalie Goodman šŸ“¹:@mttztrading
Diana - Dan Diana - Gabe Diana - Natalie Dan - Gabe Dan - Natalie Gabe - Natalie
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munohlow Ā· 9 months ago
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Promo for Defenders was so funny
Like show this to people who donā€™t know about the Defenders and ask them to explain these images
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pastafossa Ā· 2 years ago
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I'm trying ok
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