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[havenfanrewatch]

HAVEN REWATCH!

Calling all Haven fans!

This will be a really easy/simple scheduled rewatch; not a group watch as such but more like a book club - watch one episode a week (in your own time) to discuss throughout the week.

Details TBC ...

In the meantime, click Follow and maybe reblog too - spread the word! 😁

Details now here!

[oocstephenkingtv]

Haven 2x11 Business as Usual (2011)

[cookiedoughmeagain]

A short little Haven fic for a Saturday afternoon;

It takes a village (gen, 1,375 words)

I kept thinking that if Garland and the Teagues had any sense, from the mid-late 1980s onwards they would have made a concerted effort to look out for the young Duke Crocker. Not just because he was a kid who needed help, but also because they must have known by then that the Troubles would likely come back in 27 years time, and they must have known at least something about how the Crocker Curse worked, and they must have realised that it would be better to have the next Crocker as a friend rather than the enemy that Simon had been. And if they’d had any sense at all they would have seen that being Duke's friend at that point, while he was still a kid, would be a solid investment in their future well-being and the safety of the town and its Troubled people they’d committed their lives to protecting.

But then of course, that kind of sense is in slightly short supply amongst the Teagues brothers and Garland Wuornos.

So who has enough sense for the three of them? Once I asked myself that, the answer was obvious: Gloria Verrano.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

i think the barbie movie would have a profound psychological impact on hua cheng

prev comic / next comic / follow for still more hualian barbie movie content because i am not done

bonus angsty version 🎉 i hate love expressions just a couple tiny lines on the mouth and eyebrows and it goes from silly to sad

:(

[jadafitch]

Goose Rocks Light, Penobscot Bay, North Haven, Maine. Back in the day, being a lighthouse keeper in Maine required a taste for lobster. Especially in a "spark plug" style beacon, with no land for a garden. Many meals were provided by local lobstermen.

[teeth-draws]

Chase suffers in love but the other Norms still let him come to their little photoshoot

[samrosemodblog]

Coming soon to an Itch (and maybe Steam) page near you! A new Visual Novel from Repurpose Studios!

Heaven University! A new friend begins here!

Art by @residentialrabbit

[vargamornight]

so imagine you've been talking mad shit about a guy to your new best friend, right. but it doesn't really stick, because the first time she ever meets him, he literally saves her life. so she's like "i don't really see what you see, he seems pretty chill" and you're like "whatever. you don't get it, i grew up with him, trust me, i know him better than you do and he sucks. you can't trust him, he's only out for himself." and she's like "okay" but she still hangs out with him, even though she tries to hide it from you at first.

and then that guy starts dying. you know he's gonna die, you can see it happening, he's just the most recent in a string of deaths. he is going to die, right in front of you, if your new best friend can't figure out how to help him. so what do you do? you sit with him. you hold him. you help him get comfortable. you listen to what may be his last words. and then, when he stops breathing, you realize you can't let him die. you start cpr right there, right on the stairs, and you hope and pray that your friend can undo whatever's been done to him before you break too many ribs.

and she does! holy shit, she does! he starts breathing again, and so do you.

and then he doesn't remember any of that happening.

so you continue insisting that you hate him. that you don't trust him. but you start asking for his help—or, more accurately, you get your friend to ask for his help, because she's way more likely to get a yes than you are, because of your insistence that you hate him. he doesn't let you down, not like the last person you asked for help (she helped, but left you, because the kinds of things that happen to you and your friend were too much for her.)

your friend's birthday rolls around, and everybody gets together for a surprise party. you get her a nice sweater; he gets her a necklace that belonged to her long lost mother. you do hate him for that, just a little bit. she starts spending more time with him, trying to hunt down any information about her mother, which leads to finding out exactly how he's going to die. a man with a tattoo (a stylized maze, with four figures around it like compass points) kills him. you all know it's true. it was seen by a woman who predicted dozens of deaths. you've seen the tattoo before, too—on the arm of the first in the string of deaths you investigated all those weeks ago, when you held him as he died.

your friend spends a few nights in a row on his boat, drinking and playing poker with a mutual friend and two out of towners. you think nothing of it—at least, that's what you tell yourself. more honestly, you refuse to think about it. but then, it turns out, she was actually just spying on the out of towners, who turn out to be bad guys, thieves, after something on his boat. which is great news! she had a real, unrelated reason to be there! whew, that's a relief. out loud, all you say is that she has the right to spend time with whoever she wants, even him.

he asks you for help—his life is in danger. he was double crossed, and some very bad people want him dead. he asks you to help him. but him asking you for help sends a slice of spite through you, and you get the urge to remind him of a time he hurt you. you don't often get urges you can follow through with without facing criminal charges, so you give in to this one. he asks you if he deserves to die for being mean to you in the third grade. you shrug, you let him think you won't help, and then you set up an entire sting operation and arrest the people that double crossed him. he's safe. the two of you spend some time together and, for the first time in years, it's amicable.

a couple days later, he gets a threatening visit from a man, just released from prison, with the tattoo. THE tattoo—the one that belongs on the arm of the man who kills him. he freaks out, which is understandable. but then that man turns up dead, and your first thought is of him. you say it's because you suspect him of killing the tattooed man. you find him, panicked and paranoid, with a shotgun he looks more than ready to use, but his hands are shaking and his breath is uneven and when you tell him the man is dead, he's so visibly relieved it even makes you let out a breath. he's safe, and you know he didn't kill anyone, and he's safe.

your father dies that afternoon.

that evening, you are going to die.

maybe.

there's a very real chance that, if you go with your friend to try and help someone, you will die. you ask him to come with you. maybe you remember, think about the fact that when he was dying, you were with him. maybe you don't. maybe you don't think about why you're asking at all. but when he asks you that question without speaking—why would you want him there with you?—you say you want him there for her. maybe he believes it. maybe he's forgotten everything you've ever said about him. maybe he's forgotten that you tried to keep her away from him, claiming it was for her own good. maybe he's forgotten that, not six months ago, the only communication the two of you engaged in was when you would go to his boat just to slap him with whatever citations you could get away with. maybe he cares more about her than he does about you.

he comes with you, and he stays with you. he doesn't go with her, so now you both know you were lying. he stays with you when you collapse, hanging back and leaning forward, like he wants to hold you but he's afraid. (after all, there are people around.) but your friend is the best at what she does, and she saves you. he helps you back to your feet, holds your arms, looks into your eyes to see if you're okay. the bigoted old preacher who's hated you for decades sneers at the two of you, and insists "the lamb can never lie down with the lion." you wave the comment away.

later, he helps you dig your father's grave without even being asked. (that's a poem, all by itself.) he tells you, smiling: "i'm the lion." you smile too.

and that's just the first season, plus a premiere.

[ask-miscode]

The boys

The main 5 Sanses of this blog. Feel free to ask them anything! Also just so people know feel free to use them or make fanart just give me proper credit. Thank you.

[shepherds-of-haven]

NEW TALLYS INTERLUDE?? 💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺

[queen-scribbles]

Fabulous art of my main @shepherds-of-haven girl Trick from @commander-sarahs-art!😍

[havenfanrewatch]

HAVEN Rewatch dates - Season THREE!

One nominated episode each week beginning;

301: Friday 14th June 2024

Stay: 21st June

The Farmer: 28th June 

Over My Head: 5th July 

Double Jeopardy: 12th July 

Real Estate: 19th July 

Magic Hour I: 26th July 

Magic Hour II: 2nd August 

Sarah: 9th August 

Burned: 16th August 

Last Goodbyes: 23rd August 

Reunion: 30th August 

Thanks for the Memories: 6th September 

See you there!

(See the pinned post for more details on what this whole thing is.)

[oocstephenkingtv]

Haven 1x8 Ain't No Sunshine (2010)

[cookiedoughmeagain]

Not entirely sure if this counts as a coffee shop AU when it's set around a bar, but I just posted possibly the most fluffiest uncomplicated Nathan/Duke fic I've ever written.

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Nathan is struggling to settle into life as a uniformed officer in the Miami Police Department. Duke is a law-abiding barman with a taste for lonely cops.

Rated E, 6,000 words

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so nintendo about this side order concept art

[smoosnoom]

u ever watch two mutuals slowly fall in love with one another on the feed