#sarah ❣️

[mistninja]

you are so me trying to explain frimmel to my one irl friend that actually watches anime like they’re love is gorgeous and important and I love them but they didn’t need to be together there relationship transcends that… ough

No exactly like the fact they couldn't possibly be together is part of what makes the love so impactful he knew their lives weren't going to be in alignment and that he was only going to be a small part of it but he made the most of it. And her love for himmel is her guiding light now that he's gone the love is STILL alive 30 years later!!!! Sorry but who else is doing it like them

[yasminhananis]

[sugadolly]

his smile can light up a whole country !

[poptartmochi]

something something growing up poor something something cosplay and crafting being expensive and also high-risk when you start out something something the thought of messing up and wasting money almost makes the entire process not worth it something something

[majidzamari]

i blame u rin !!!! since your woong + baila conmigo gifs earlier today, i've been wanting to make oneus gifs but it's close to 11pm and i would like to attempt a normal bedtime tonight 😭 but ty for pretty gifs 💖🩵🤍 - sarah

i accept responsibility if it means we get sarah oneus gifs out of it :D but i agree u should sleep oh my gosh !!!! pleathe have sweet, sweet dreams and THEN wake up and come and work your sarah magic on some oneus content 💖💘💗💖💘💗💖

[targaryen-dynasty]

This is the Tumblr hug 🫂🤍 Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someone's day!

Ahhh, thank you, Sarah 🤍🫂

[podiumfinisher]

Antonio trusts you with the party planning for his stag party. Who would you invite and where would you celebrate?

Ik u barely go here anymore but I need to ask u this question as well!

oh get READY antonio we are going to istanbul bc i'm biased but she is Thee location. nobody else can compare. i would invite obviously all of his fe and wec friends (robin) (i'd invite robin) and also the prime minister of portugal and my portuguese flatmate patricía for shits and giggles

[kopw]

First: wow ryan seems so cool and writes that really amazing hangnick series and wait... followed me?! 🥺

Now: nick buck best buck besties 🥰

this is so lovely... nick buck best buck besties! i promise that once the moon cycles align with my motivation i'll return to that series because i do have plenty of ideas bouncing around in my head

[sinterblackwell]

none of the books i voted for, nor any of my predictions for who might win, actually won this year </3

[mistninja]

Me who has never read any of the shadowhunters books but is familiar with the discourse cause I watch a lot of yt videos: so true bestie 👍❤️

I'm honestly surprised that I don't see that many video essays about shadowhunters like it gets so crazy you could do a 5h video essay just about the first series and that's not even getting into the million sequels and prequels and spin offs. Someone has to unpack this mess and I guess it has to be me

[snowprincesa1]

Biblically accurate Rhaenyra 😻😻😻 the way I would have crawled to Sarah snook to play older Rhaenyra— the people that get it! Get it! So brat coded @franzkafkagf my beloved ❣️

[j0elmill3r]

Emotional Motion Sickness

Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Ellie Williams x Miller!reader

Summary - Joel relives the worst night of his life when you are critically injured.

Warnings - Violence, blood, injuries, angst, sad Joel

Word Count - 2.5k words

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I wanted to tell you that I love your writing❣️ and by the way, I wanted to ask you for a petition for Joel miller x daughter! reader. Where his daughter is almost on her deathbed and has Deja vu with what happened with Sarah.

A/N - Okay what's going on? Why am I so motivated to write? Anyway, as always, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!

Joel Miller Masterlist

You'd basically begged your dad to let you come with you, despite being 23 years old, Joel still very much babied you. You sometimes wondered if he still thought of you as the same person that you had been at the start of the apocalypse, an innocent child entirely dependent on her father - He made you think that he couldn't come to terms that you had grown up in this world, having had your entire childhood robbed from you. But if you were being totally honest, you didn't really know anything other than this world, and that's why you thought you bonded with Ellie so well, thinking of her as your younger sister - A bittersweet thought for Joel, since you were a younger sister, even though you had no older sister anymore and were now older than her, it was funny, you were now older than your older sister. He liked to think you and Sarah would share the same bond at that age that you and Ellie do now, even as adults.   

You looked over to the bed Ellie lay in as you heard her giggle to herself - That stupid joke book, you thought to yourself, but hey, it was the little things in this world. She looked over at you.

"Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?" She asked you. You turned over on your other side to look at Ellie and nodded, knowing that you didn't really have a choice in the matter. "Okay, Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?" She started.

"I don't know, why did the scarecrow get a promotion?" You amused her. Ellie giggled to herself before continuing on with her joke.

"Because he was outstanding in his field," You shook your head as Ellie continued giggling. There was something oddly comforting in her jokes, they reminded you of the ones your dad used to tell you when you were little when he was trying to get a smile out of you when you were grumpy. "Your dad doesn't find my jokes funny." Ellie whined. You laughed and shook your head, laying on your back.

"To be fair, your jokes are pretty bad," You broke the devastating news to her, hearing Ellie gasp, and you smiled in amusement.

"I, am gonna go to sleep now and pretend that you didn't say that," Ellie told you. "Goodnight, traitor." She said, trying to sound as offended as she possibly could.

"Goodnight, Ellie," You told her. You tried to go to sleep but felt a settling unease in your stomach that you couldn't explain. You knew you could never shake off your gut feeling, which was why you couldn't sleep. You couldn't seem to switch off, your brain running at a mile a minute, unable to shake off the unease settling in your stomach. The day had gone too well, considering your dad's reunion with your uncle Tommy had gone to plan, there hadn't been some catastrophic fuck up at all during the day, somehow unsettling you. Then came a thud from the front door. Quietly, you crept down the hallway towards the door, your body and breath shaking with each step you took. Another thud. This time, you didn't know if it was coming from the door or your heart thumping in your chest.

Thud.

Crash.

Before you had any time to think, a runner came launching through where the door once stood on its hinges, then sprinting towards you. You screamed out for your dad before being body slammed to the ground by the runner, trying your best to fend it off and protect yourself from being bitten.

"Dad!" You screamed out, fear evidently clear in your voice. Joel woke up at your screaming, immediately reaching for his gun as he ran out of bed and to the room that you and Ellie were sharing, where the aforementioned girl lay sound asleep. Running down the stairs, Joel found you fighting for your life. Without hesitation, Joel fired two shots into the back of the runner’s head. You quickly shoved the body off of you and scrambled to your feet, running to your dad and wrapping your arms around him. Joel let out a sigh of relief as he held you.

"It's okay, look at me, Y/N," Joel demanded softly. You met your father’s worried eyes with your tear-clouded ones. "Did it bite you?" He asked you, in a serious, yet comforting tone. You shook your head in response, rubbing your eyes of tears. It went quiet for a minute, only for it to be replaced by that terrifying clicking sound. More gunshots went off. Bang. Bang. It didn't matter how many times you experienced a hoard of infected, the fallout never ceased to terrify you. Joel knew that, feeling that your breathing had become quick and shallow. "Okay, go and get Ellie, we need to get out of here, okay?" Joel had both hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes. This was when he remembered that you deep down, were still a scared little girl.

"Okay," You said quietly, your voice trembling as you looked out of the front door, more gunshots ringing off in the distance. You went back upstairs to wake Ellie up, giving her a gentle shake at first. "Ellie come on, we need to go," You told her. She groaned in response, turning to her other side. "Ellie, I'm being serious. There are runners everywhere." Suddenly, the girl found the energy to get out of bed, quickly jumping into her shoes and slinging her red zipper on. You both ran down the stairs and out of the house, into the open air where herds of the infected runners overtook the commune. You looked around frantically for your dad or uncle Tommy, sighing in defeat when you found neither, deciding to quickly grab Ellie's hand and make a run for one of the trucks you could both take refuge in until it blew over. However, on yours and Ellie's beeline to the row of trucks, you heard one last gunshot ring out.

You stopped dead in your tracks. Everything had gone silent, but then it all came back, the blood rushing to your ears, Ellie yelling out for your dad, your dad calling out your name. You didn't know why, had something happened? Was there something behind you? And then you realized, the blissful unawareness of the gaping hole in your stomach dissipated, and was now replaced with excruciating pain.

"Joel!" Ellie cried out, her eyes filling with tears as she watched you collapse onto your back, hyperventilating as you clutched at your bloodied stomach. "Hurry!" She cried panickily, kneeling beside you. Joel came running over, skidding onto his knees beside you.

No, no, no! Sh-sh-sh-sh, okay, you're okay. Y-You're okay, move your hand, baby. Move your hand.

Memories of your sister’s death came flooding back to him, only it was you in the exact same position, 20 years later.

"Y/N, hey, come on, it's okay, look at me," Joel said loudly over your hyperventilating. "I need to pick you up baby, you're gonna be okay," He promised you, putting his arms under you, wincing as you cried out in pain.

I know, baby, I know, I know, I know, I know! I know it hurts. All right. Don't look down, look up, look up. Come on, baby. You're okay, you're okay…

You continued crying in pain as Joel ran back to the house, carrying you in his now blood-soaked shirt. You'd gone pale, shaking as you grasped at your dad's shirt. Tommy followed in suit as you were taken back to the house that the three of you had been allowed to stay in for the night before continuing your trail to finding the fireflies. Tommy swiped everything off of the table so Joel could lay you down on it. The commune's doctor came in with a first aid kit, rushing over to you.

"I need everyone out," She said, looking at your dad, Tommy, and Ellie. Joel wanted to scream at her. No. He wouldn't leave you alone. "Now, please, or she's going to die." The three had never left a room so quickly, but for Joel, everything was going in slow motion.

"I know, I know, I know, I know, baby. I know, I know! I know this hurts. You're gonna be okay. All right… Baby, baby, baby, listen to me—I gotta get you up, okay? I gotta get you up. All right? You c'mon. You c'mon."

You grabbed his arm the same way that she did - as if it were the only thing keeping you alive at that very moment. Joel sat down on the stairs, dropping his head into his hands, leaving Tommy and Ellie clueless about what to do. Tommy knew what Joel was thinking, he still remembered the night of the outbreak, remembered holding you, only 2 years old at the time - 4 days shy of your 3rd birthday - as your sister slowly died in your father’s arms.

She continually gasped, both for air and in pain as Joel tried to pick her up.

"I know, baby! No, no. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know! Tommy, help me!"

Tommy watched on helplessly, holding an increasingly distressed you. Although you weren't quite old enough to comprehend what was going on, you knew it wasn't good - You could hear your sister crying and gasping, but Tommy held you chest to chest, you didn't need to see what was going on.

"Joel," Tommy said tearfully, looking over at his oldest brother and oldest niece, who now lay limp in her father’s arms. Joel looked back to his oldest daughter.

"C'mon, baby girl. C'mon, baby girl, I gotta get you up. C'mon! C'mon, we'll get up! C'mon, baby girl, wake up! C'mon… come—please," Joel gave up begging, collapsing to his knees in tears. Tommy put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, and it was then that Joel realized how distressed you were. "Give her here," Joel sniffled, rubbing his eyes and nose as he held his arms out for you. He held you close as you continued sobbing.

"Daddy," You cried, clinging to your father as though he was your lifeline. He put his hand on your back, trying not to let the tears in his eyes spill over as he rubbed your back.

"It's okay baby girl, daddy's here, I've got you," He assured you, sensing your fear. "It's all gonna be okay baby girl, I promise." Joel didn't know who he was assuring, him or yourself.

The tension was thick was the commune nurse came out of the dining room, coated in a layer of your blood. She made eye contact with Joel, remorse written on her face.

Oh, no.

You had ended up staying longer in Wyoming than the three of you had hoped for, but there was no way it could have been prevented, given that you had been put on ordered bedrest for at least 3 days, but Joel had made you do 4 - Just in case, he had said. Ellie had been more clingy with you than usual, which had reminded you that despite how hardened she liked to act, that she was still only a child who had been unfortunate enough to be born into this world.

You knew the night had been traumatic for your dad, resurfacing painful memories of Sarah's death, you didn't know if your dad would have recovered if he would have lost you in the same way he had lost her. Joel sighed as he watched you limp into the kitchen, holding your stomach as you did.

"Good morning," You said quietly, hobbling over to the chair so you could sit down. Joel shook his head at you and handed you a glass of water, and your last antibiotic. "Thanks." You popped the pill into your mouth and took a swig of water, then swallowing both.

"You're supposed to be in bed," He gently scolded you. "Another day resting won't kill you." He said. You sighed and shook your head, you knew why he was being like this, he just didn't want to lose you, he had already lost so much to this apocalypse.

"Dad, I'm fine, honestly," You assured him, looking up at him as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Just still a bit sore." You said, rubbing your stomach as you moved. You had to be careful of how you moved, just in case you tore your stitches.

"Please go back to bed, baby," Joel pleaded with you. You knew he wouldn't relent in trying to get you back onto bed rest, you sighed in defeat and nodded. "Thank you, do you need me to carry you up the stairs?" He asked you. You blushed in embarrassment as you nodded - what 23-year-old still needed her dad to carry her to bed? Well, obviously you did since your large intestine had a slight tear in it. You whimpered slightly as he picked you up, and you saw the guilt immediately flood onto your dad’s face.

"'M fine," You mumbled, holding onto him as he carried you up to his bed. You didn't question it, but accepted it for you were in need of some comfort, and if sleeping in your dad’s bed gave you it, then so be it. You saw an amused smile on his face as you looked up at him, quirking a brow in confusion. “What?”                                                                                                                               "What's' Forrest Gump's password?" He asked you, a small smile on his face.

"Huh?" You asked, confused at who this Forrest Gump character was.

"1Forrest1," He finished. Then you realized - Ellie's jokebook, and how he used to tell you dad jokes when you were sad to try and cheer you up. You giggled at the joke as you looked at your dad. "You have no clue who that is, do you?" Joel asked you, laughing as you did.

"Not one at all, old man."

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

elite jazz fusion

Deep Purple family tree

the albums (2)

Cover & back of the original release

Gatefolds of Clear Air Turbulence

By Ian Gillan Band

Genre: Progressive Rock, Jazz Fusion, Hard Rock, Funk Rock

[st6rrrs]

Could you do a part 2 of your traitor imagine ?? It is soo good ❣️ 😊.

TRAITOR PART 2 || rafe cameron x fem reader

Part 1

summary: it's been weeks since you and the pogues talked so you decide to give them a little visit...

warnings: cursing, arguing, slut shaming

a/n: a lot of you asked for a part 2!!! Reader is mixed

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ୨୧

it's been a few weeks since you last talked to the pogues, you really did miss them. you saw sarah with them a few times these past days.

have they replaced her with me?

do they even miss me?

why are they doing this?

"y/n!" rafe yells at you

you guys were both on the cut outside of the chateau

“I’m sorry, I-I was zoned out” you say fidgeting with your fingers

Rafe notices your fidgeting and separates your hands, grabbing one of them.

“Babe it’s gonna be okay.” He assures you

“What if they don’t want me anymore?”

“Then they’re idiots.”

“Okay” you smile and hop out of the car

“Text me if anything goes wrong okay?”

“K” you say making your way to the chateau. You make it to the porch and no one’s there so you go to open the door.

When you open the door you don’t see anybody so maybe there in John b room. You’re right outside John b room when you pause cause you heard someone mention your name.

“Don’t you guys think it’s wrong that we are ignoring yn” you hear kie say

“You shouldn’t. She fucking lied to us.” Jj says getting anger at the mention of your name.

“Jj stop talking about her like that.” Kie defends you

“No jj is right rafe literally almost killed me two times! If she was a real friend she wouldn’t be in a relationship with someone who’s that crazy!” Pope yells

You start to rethink your relationship with rafe, yes he beat up pope for no reason at all and then with topper and Kelce a second time, but they don’t understand he is sweet and kind to me. It’s hard to believe that rafe would do anything like that when he’s around you.

"Sarah, how did you even find out about rafe and yn?" john b ask

"I saw them making out in the kitchen."

jj scoffs

"I just don't think its okay to ignore her she's our frien-" kie gets cut off

"She's a fucking slut." Jj says

You felt your heart break a little when you heard the words come out of his mouth. You were shocked that he would even think about calling you that. He was your best friend you guys did everything together.

"JJ!" Kie yells

"What it's true."

You couldn't believe your eyes. You turn and go back outside to rafe’s car. You open the car door and hop in silent with a tear running down your face.

“Yn… what happened?” Rafe ask

“Nothing.”

“Yn…”

“Rafe can we just go home now.” You say annoyed

“Not until you tell me what happened.”

You sigh

“They were just talking about me…” you say lowly

Rafe starts to get angry but keeps calm

“What were they saying?”

“Jj… called me something”

“What did he call you…” he says slowly

“ a slut…” you say looking up at him with tears in your eyes

Before you could stop him he hops out the car slamming the door behind him and walks towards the chateau with his fist balled…

I’m sorry this was so short!! Part 3 will be much longer.

[targaryen-dynasty]

7, 13, & 16 for the end of the year fanfic asks 🤭💗

Thanks for asking, Sarah 🤍

7. fanart you discovered this year that blew your mind

This by @chillyravenart

And this by @naomimakesart

I actually love all of their artworks, but Baelon and Alyssa (+ Daemon and Viserys) are my Roman Empire. I just love them.

13. already answered this one here 🤭

16. three fics or blogs that you would recommend to someone completely new to this fandom

Ohh, now, that‘s impossible to answer. There are so many fics and blogs that I‘d recommend. And I’m always incredibly nervous tagging many people at once, especially if I‘m not in contact with them. 🫠

[shoot-me-now-or-shoot-me-later92]

Sarah just blessed us with a Pedro’s photo to congratulate him for the Emmy nomination 🤩❣️

POV: Pedro must have been in his Narcos area. (Not a single grey hair) So it’s an old photo. So nice to know that she still have them in her phone 🥹