#nancy drew lockscreen

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✧❁ wallpaper 〴 nancy drew ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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[ohnonono18]

JOE HARDY WALLPAPER

The reason I made these is because there was a new coffee stand around my sister's street named "Daily Joe" and we went to try it. The short story is I got palpitations since I don't drink coffee all that much and during that time of adrenaline, I ended up hyperfixating on Joe Hardy which led to me making a whole ass theme for my phone.

The person I face claimed for Joe is named Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen if anyone is wondering.

Here's a canva link if you need to adjust stuff:

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[mor-intheweeds]

y'all i urgently need nace and taylor swift lockscreen!

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Nancy Drew Lockscreens -- Curse of Blackmoor Manor

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nancy & ace wallpapers

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nancy drew cast lockscreen {drew crew}, please like/reblog if you save 🖤

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kennedy mcmann, leah lewis & maddison jaizani homescreen. 🪐

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[e11evenseggos]

Made lockscreens for the rest of the Drew Crew! (Nancy)

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Request an edit/gif set/lockscreen/icon :)

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- beverly marsh; lockscreens

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give credits if you repost my work!

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sophia lillis lockscreens

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[thebrothershardy]

nancy drew lockscreens, the WINTER/HOLIDAYS EDITION | (more lockscreens)

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Seriously what was this epsiode? I am still trying to get out of the initial surprise and shock. If I could I would do a top 20, but oh well!

Here are the top ten for 3X12

1. Nick oh Nick, how much I resonate with you. You made me bawl like a baby. Love Tunji Kasim🧡 what great acting both episodes now

2. Can someone give Bess a prize? I want her to lead the woman in white more now. She is sooo good at it. Love her character growth

3. Park oh Park, I used to like you so much. You had me for a second there when u were so nice about the breakup and admission of Nancy liking our Acey boy

4. Nancy, honey bun, don't avoid the poor boy, he's the true love the anchor you need. But Love your character always ready to help You inspire me💞

5. My dearest Ace, don't give me panic attacks please, I've cried enough for you this season please don't make me cry in the finale too. Thank you also for being so mature about everything, the world needs more men like you.

6. George, you are one of the bravest people I know and i only gain respect for you. But please don't play our Nick that was.

7. The Drew and Hudson duo!!!!! That is the best thing out of this show after Nace.

8. Temperance stoppppp god!!

9. The Bess and Nick duo? I am here for it

10. I called it!!! Ace is the fourth one! Gr hurts to be right this time 😭

Special mention: The nace picture posted is now my lockscreen

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MOTHERHOOD | SPENCER REID

Description: “There is no animal more dangerous than a mother bear protecting her cub.”

Word Count: 1,442.

Rating: PG-13.

Warning/Includes: Brief violence.

You’d only felt this way one other time in your life. Numb — completely numb. Unable to move, to speak, to breathe. Paralyzed, your eyes glistening with tears, your chest heaving in slow, deep breaths. Completely oblivious to everything except the feeling of your heart breaking. 

“[y/n]? [y/n]? Please say something. Anything.”

But, you couldn’t. You couldn’t move your tongue, your lips. You had totally and completely lost the ability to form words. To really and truly hear your boyfriend, to see him, to notice his presence. 

The last time you lost control like this was approximately four years ago. After months of hiding it, concealing it, doing everything in his power to keep his secret, Spencer confessed. He confessed, and very calmly, very nervously, very quietly told you that he was expecting a baby. In as little as four months, he would be a father. And Cat Adams would be delivering his baby. Not you. Not his fiancée. Not the woman with a ring on her finger. A psychopath, a maniac with an obsession and a Reid in her womb. 

He tried, though. He tried to explain everything. Mexico, the assault, the manipulation that brought this child into existence. And you couldn’t hear a word of it. 

Just like now. 

“We’re going to fight this,” Spencer said. His hands gripped onto your arms, and the sensation just barely brought you back to reality. “We’re not going to let her win. She is not getting anywhere near Ethan. Okay?” 

“I—“ you stuttered, your words coming out breathy, shaky. “I—um, I...”

“Come on, [y/n],” he whispered. “Come take a seat.” 

“No!” You shouted, followed by a painful gulp. You snatched yourself away from Spencer’s hold, trying to control your breathing. Feel your body. “I...I have to go check on Ethan.” 

And so, you did. You sluggishly walked to the baby boy’s room, peeking your head in to see the three-year-old  soundly asleep in his bed. You leaned your shoulder against the door frame, your body relaxing with a deep sigh. The spitting image of his father, Ethan’s brown hair fell over his face, and his mouth hung open as he snored lightly. 

He was born on Halloween — two months before you and Spencer were due to be married. And four months after you two had called off the engagement. Initially, you wanted nothing to do with Ethan. You didn’t want to speak about him, hear about him, see him, have him living in your house. But you loved Spencer. Even with the lying, the secrets, the stress — you loved him. And he loved his son. There was very little that you could do. 

Little did you know that this tiny, innocent human being would wiggle his way into your heart. You bonded with Ethan the first time he fell asleep on your chest, and the sound of your heartbeat put a smile on his face. Ever since then, it’s been you two against the word. Making a life when his father was away for work — going to the park, eating lunch together in front of the tv, reading bedtime stories. 

His first word was mama, and he was speaking to you. You cried. You called Spencer, jumping and down in excitement. When you put the phone to Ethan’s face and told him to repeat it, he said a clear “mama,” into the speaker and you squealed. 

Since then, you’ve celebrated three birthdays with the new love of your life and cared for him the way a mother should. There’s family photos of the three of you on your walls, on your lockscreen. You have a photo of Ethan on your desk at work. Him and Spencer present you with mother’s day gifts every year. 

You have a family. 

So why, why, does she have to ruin it?

“[y/n]...” Spencer called, stepping up to you and watching Ethan over your shoulder. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s just trying to hurt me.”

You let out a long sigh, “It’s not you she’s trying to hurt.” 

The next week, you made a decision. You dropped Ethan off at a relative’s house, and made a long drive up to Iowa. The correctional officers let you into the facility after a thorough screening process, a security check, and a pat down. You remained stagnant as you went through the ordeal, already struggling to keep yourself calm. Sane. You waited exactly eight minutes before an officer stepped out of a secluded interrogation room. He silently motioned for you to enter the space, and you replied with a quiet gulp. You rose to your feet, lip caught between your teeth. You kept your head ducked down as you stepped into the dank room, and you raised yourself up to come face to face. With her. 

“Well, well, well,” Cat seethed. “What a surprise!” 

For just a second, you didn’t think you could do it. Didn’t think you could stand one more second around her. But this wasn’t about you. It wasn’t even about her. Or Spencer. And she knew that. 

You took a seat across from her, resting your elbows on the metal table between you two. She was giving you an evil smile, her eyebrows raised. You let your face remain stern, solid, unreadable. When on the inside, you just wanted to run, to hide, to vomit. 

“When they told me I had a visitor, I expected Spencie,” she said. “But this is much better. I’m guessing you got my message?”

You drew in a deep breath, looking her in the eye, “Yeah. We got it.” 

“Hm. I see you’re still wearing that ring. When’s the big day again? Or, is it still postponed?” She teased. 

“I didn’t come here to snipe with you,” you replied quickly. “I came here for one thing and one thing only.” 

“And what’s that?”

“Don’t play dumb. What—what do you know about him?” 

“Oh,” Cat sat back in her chair. “Everything. After all, he is my son. I have a right to know what he’s up to.”

“You—“ you paused to take a breath. “He’s not your son.” 

“Then whose is he?” You laughed. “Yours?”

Another breath. She was getting to you. As much as you tried to fight it. Deny it. “He’s not coming to visit you. I don’t care what you or a judge or any piece of paper have to say.”

“Well, that’s not your decision is it? I want to see the little parasite. I deserve that after those nine months and 14 hours of hell. And, to have them take him away before I could even hold him? Now, that was fucked up.”

You shook your head, “You don’t give a damn about him.”

“And you do?”

“Yes!” You shouted. You frightened yourself with your volume. Cat, however, had been waiting for you to snap.

“Where’s Spencer?” She grinned.

“Spencer...” You trailed off. “Doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Oh!” She pipped. “Well, look at you being Miss Nancy Drew. Putting on your big girl pants and coming to see me? You must really love that kid, huh?” 

“We’re done here,” you whispered. You rose out of your seat and turned to exit the room. 

“Actually,” Cat said. “We’re not.” 

You turned around to look at her, and she was standing right behind you. Before you could call for help, she gripped onto your hair and bashed your head into the door. You could feel your skull bounce off of the frame, your brain jolt inside your head, the life leaving your body. The feeling of yourself collapsing to the floor. 

When you woke up, you had a killer headache. The bright lights didn’t help, in fact, they made everything worse. Your eyes were open just a tad, and your body laid limply in a hospital bed. 

“Hello, there,” a voice called to you. You used all your strength to turn your head to face them. A kind doctor was giving you a warm smile. “How are you feeling?”

You parted your lips, but all that came out was a faint breath. “Like...like...I got hit by a truck.” You whispered. 

“That sounds about right,” she nodded, glancing over your chart. “You sustained a nasty blow to the head. But don’t worry, you’re gonna be alright.” 

You closed your eyes to block out the light, memories flooding back to you one bit at a time. 

“We’ve contacted your fiancé, he’s on his way,” she added. “Ms. [y/l/n].”

You opened your eyes, finding the doctor staring at you with a solemn expression.

“Are you aware that you’re pregnant?”

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Nancy Drew Lockscreens -- The Captive Curse

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[nuttmeg13]

I was tagged by @jedirey to share my lockscreen, homescreen and last song I listened to! Thanks MJ! 💜

As you can see I'm repping a couple of my ships 😅 ben x rey and clara x twelve. That's right I love them with my whole soul. And the song is a song that was on the CW Nancy Drew and I love it! Also watch Nancy Drew through the cw app or website. It is free and well worth your time!

I tag: @naancypants @professorhotchkissesta @hurricanezone @hurricanesonny @nancydrewgamethings @an-american-teen-against-crime @hotchkiss-and-tell @allthekingdomlightshine @uhh-imean @tinaakatiny @highrepublics and everyone. Yes, everyone is tagged. (Yes, even you reading this)

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kennedy mcmann and alex saxon homescreen + lockscreen {nancydrew}, please like/reblog if you save 🖤

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