#spoiler alert: it's 4

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rip charlie dalton, you would've loved sending the most insane instagram reels to your friends

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Geoffrey: So, our anniversary is coming up. I was thinking maybe we could plan a getaway. Somewhere really nice. What do you think? Nancy?

[Nancy snores lightly]

Nancy Narrates: [It was all starting to wear on me-]

Geoffrey: [softly] Goodnight Nance. I love you.

Nancy: [murmurs] m ‘love you...Vanessa.

Nancy Narrates: [Having to balance the many sides of me]

Nancy Narrates: [There was the Nancy that was a Theta]

Nancy Narrates: [The Nancy that was free]

Nancy Narrates: [The Nancy that was an honest, loving girlfriend]

Geoffrey: Date night tonight?

Nancy: I- have a thing with the Thetas. Maybe another night?

Geoffrey: You know, I’m happy you’re putting yourself out there. I’m proud of you.

Extra Loud Stereo Plays: Do Me! - Bell Biv Devoe

Take a good look at me Tell me do you like what you see

Do you think you can Do you think you can do me

Kiss me pretty baby And touch me all over

Girl what makes you think you can do me Do you think you can do me girl?

Do me baby (x2)

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Geoffrey: Hey, you ever wondered what happened to Vanessa?

Bob: Vanessa? Vanessa Villareal?

Geoffrey: Yeah. When we came back from break, she just- vanished.

Bob: Yeah, that was crazy, huh? I talked to Cassie about it once. She said it reminded her of that whole Angela thing that happened junior year.

Geoffrey: What Angela thing?

Bob: You don’t know about the Angela thing!?

Geoffrey: [chuckles] No one told me about it! It was like a urban legend.

Bob: Vanessa and her mean girl squad ganged up on her and started bullying her because they thought she was a lesbian or something.

Geoffrey: No way. Was she?

Bob: I dunno. I mean, she was always hanging on to Vanessa. I guess that’s where the rumors started. Anyway, Cassie thinks maybe people were starting to talk about her and Nancy. They were close too.

Geoffrey: What? Why didn’t you guys tell me?

Bob: Dude, it’s just gossip. We can’t know for sure that’s what happened. Vanessa was always getting sent to the office, she probably got expelled.

Geoffrey: Yeah...

Bob: Are you ok, man?

Geoffrey: I think maybe that’s why Nancy’s been so down all this time. I think she misses Vanessa.

Bob: Probably, friendships between women are really intense.

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Darling: [groans] I can’t believe I have class in 5 hours. I’m screwed.

Nancy: [laughs] Who told us to throw a rager on a Thursday?

Darling: Hey, we’re still in better shape than those two over there.

Nancy: The Thetas? More like tea parties.

Darling: [laughs] Hell nah.

Nancy: Should we check if they have a pulse?

Darling: [chuckles] Man, they can’t handle their liquor for shit.

Nancy: Did you meet them through the club?

Darling: Morgan chased me down to do a tarot reading one day.

Nancy: Ah. She got you too, did she?

Darling: I kinda like that stuff, you know, like zodiac signs and all that. Tells you alot about a person. Speaking of, what’s your sign?

Nancy: I have no idea. Maybe I’m a Pisces?

Darling: When’s your birthday?

Nancy: January 17th.

Darling: Huh, no shit? You’re a Capricorn. I’m a Virgo.

Nancy: What does that mean?

Darling: For one, means we’re compatible.

Nancy: Oh? How can you tell?

Darling: We’re both earth signs, means we grounded. We want the real thing.

Nancy: I don’t know what I want.

Darling: I think you do though. I think you don’t want to say it.

Nancy: What don’t I want to say?

Darling: You tell me.

Nancy: Well. I guess... I guess I have alot of questions.

Darling: Like what? Keep it real, it’s just me.

Nancy: Well.. How do you know that you’re- you know.

Darling: What, into girls? I’ve always known.

Nancy: But how do you know for sure?

Darling: I was probably born this way. I never looked at guys the way I look at women. I love everything about them. I love the way they smell, the way they feel. I’m probably crazy about them. It’s wired in my brain.

Nancy: Have you ever kissed a girl?

Darling: [chuckles]

Nancy: Don’t laugh...

Darling: You’re right, you’re right, my bad. Yeah, Nancy. I’ve done alot more than kissing though.

Nancy: Oh. You mean...like sex?

Darling: Yeah. Like sex.

Darling: Oh. I guess that means you’re done asking questions.

Nancy: ....What is it like?

Darling: Kissing?

Nancy: I know about kissing. I mean [clears throat] the sex. With a girl. What does it feel like?

Darling: You really wanna know?

Nancy: Well. I asked, didn’t I?

Darling: Alright. Give me your hand.

Darling: You wanna know?

Nancy: [swallows] Mhm..

[sarcasticmothdraws]

How I wanna draw ww

How I actually draw him

[that-fanfic-reader25]

spoiler alert for TUA season 4 but WHAT THW ACTUAL FUCK is happening with Lila and five I CANNOT BREATHE

On the other hand my fanfiction writing frenzy has started creeping back in so thanks Netflix 😁

[mikayeagers]

the reunion

Artist: Wksi_13 (twitter)

[mostlarkly]

can't run from your past

[notelizapancakes]

✨mom✨ life

[merylqueenstreep]

What? Meryl? What did I just see? 😲 Don't mess with Loretta 🤣

Only Murders In The Building - Season 4, ep.7 | sneak peek Spoiler Alert

[melliejellybellybean]

Sam, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy, LEAVE THAT SHIT ALONE

[ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart]

The last thing Ben ever did in both timelines (umbrella and sparrow ben) was to save Viktor's life at the expense of his own and I think that's beautiful.

And the flashback scene where Viktor was in Ben's room trying on his mask and the fact that Viktor would've been waiting at home for Ben to return from that mission only for him to never come back and never be able to say goodbye and when Viktor gets the chance to save Ben in S4, Ben sacrifices himself for Viktor and Viktor once again never gets the chance to say goodbye. The Fact that the 2 siblings with the most destructive siblings were the quietest and most timid (umbrella ben at least). They are my favourite brothers and I will never forgive them for not giving sparrow Ben a proper goodbye.

[lanasgirlfr]

THE BOYS SEASON 4 FINALE SPOILERS‼️‼️⚠️

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LET'S FUCKING GO

[naijawhims]

SBA Finals!

Naomi was invited to Callum’s home to watch the SBA Finals between the San Myshuno Hawks and the Willow Creek Saints. Before the game began, she sends a text to wish her man good luck 💕

[thebatcreature]

No one believes in him like he does

[danceworshipper]

Stay With Me

Written for the @garrethweasleyfest 🧪🦁

Prompt: Awkward morning after

AN: The fic takes place in seventh year, but they're technically still underaged. Despite it being very obvious why she's in his bed in the first place and there being a few references to it there is no explicit detail in this fic. While I never used her name since I haven't gotten around to making her a proper profile, the girl in the story is Persephone Malfoy, one of my ocs. This is the link to her intro post if anyone's curious about her

When he woke, it was silent - up before the others, then, which rarely ever happened. Garreth tended to be one of the last of them awake, rushing through some semblance of a morning routine in order to make it to breakfast with enough time for a full meal.

The silence allowed him to come to awareness slowly, letting his eyes stay closed as he nuzzled further into the soft skin under his face, the last lingering touches of her perfume - flowery and undoubtedly expensive - drawing him in. Underneath the perfume there was a hint of sweat from the night before, and the smell of warmth from being wrapped in his sheets. The combination threatened to pull him back down into slumber. How he'd gotten himself on top of her without waking either of them up was a mystery, but he wasn't complaining, not one bit. It was the best way he'd ever woken up, and it was promptly ruined as he remembered that it would probably never happen again.

Garreth cursed himself, cursed his now pounding heart, cursed her too for good measure, and then took it back and held her tighter in apology. She'd been clear; she always had. His heartbreak was his own.

To be fair to himself, though, he'd never expected her to stay the night.

He asked. Every single time she let him touch her, he asked her if she'd stay with him, and she said no. More often than not, she walked away without a word. It was easier that way. If she left, he never got the chance to delude himself into thinking that he had a chance at earning her heart. Nothing between them was romantic. That wasn't what she needed. She needed stress relief, she needed to work her anger out, she needed someone to take care of her after she saved the world again. She didn't need him, she just needed someone, and Garreth had always been willing. Was he even sure that she had no other devotees? A masochistic part of him liked to latch onto the idea that even if there were others, he was surely her favorite. The fact that she sought him out so frequently meant something, didn't it?

Very likely, it just meant that he was convenient. Had he ever turned her down? Ever said no, not tonight and sent her away? No, of course not. He hadn't even considered such a thing. He couldn't. Garreth would always want more of her, including the things she wasn't willing to give him.

But last night... he'd asked, just like he always did.

Stay? Please?

And she'd looked at him for a long moment, looked at his hand caught around her wrist, and climbed back into his bed.

Don't get ideas, she'd said.

He'd wanted to joke. Too late for that, he could have said, waggled an eyebrow at their nudity. His voice had caught in his throat instead, and he'd laid down as close to the edge of the mattress as he could. That was what she'd meant, anyway. No cuddling. No romance. No feelings.

None of what he was doing now: his head tucked under her chin, his arms wound around her, holding her the way he'd always dreamed of. Godric, he had to let go before she woke up and decided that he wasn't what she needed anymore. If she stopped coming to him because of this, because she could no longer pretend he didn't love her, he'd never forgive himself.

As Garreth tried to work up the strength to roll over, she shifted slightly beneath him, tensing as she noticed the position they were in. Panic rose in his throat like bile. Could he pretend to still be asleep? No, not with the way she could surely feel his heart thudding rapidly against his ribs, pressed up to her side. He was doomed. He'd gotten greedy and ruined everything.

Hesitant fingers brushed the back of his head, and Garreth couldn't help the way his breath hitched.

When he didn't react, frozen in shock and a painful hope, she let her hand sink properly into his curls and sighed, the tension leaking from her body - unlike him, who felt like he might vibrate out of his skin with nerves. This was new. This was something he'd never dared dream of, and yet. She had to know he was awake. Why was she doing this? To taunt him? Even she could never be that cruel... right?

With every ounce of courage he possessed, Garreth tilted his head up. Just a smidge. Just to see. Her fingers ran over his scalp, so similar to what she did when he was worshipping at her altar but so different, because this was gentle. This was a caress. He dared to relax back against her, willing himself to stop getting his hopes up. Maybe she was just nicer in the morning (he knew she wasn't, he'd seen her hex a first year for asking her how to get to the potions classroom before she'd gotten any sugar in her system). Maybe she was just comfortable. Maybe she was just cuddling him the way she would a cat, and he was nothing more than a pet to her. Though, on that train of thought, people did tend to love their pets - and there went his hopes rising again.

A loud thump startled them both. The thud was followed by a pained groan; Leander's alarm had shocked him into falling off the bed again. Garreth couldn't really blame him. Back in first year, before they knew how to cast silencing charms around their beds, Leander's horrid alarm scared them all shitless each morning and caused many a sleep deprived fight. Apparently, the thing was from his grandmother as a 'going away' gift. Garreth told him to just toss it and use a charm like the rest of them, but Leander maintained that he slept like the dead, so nothing but the alarm could wake him.

Swallowing his own fear at the anxious expression on her face, Garreth wished he'd thrown the damn thing away himself.

"The room will be cleared out in fifteen minutes at the most," he whispered, begging her with his eyes to stay calm, stay with him. "You can sneak out once they're all at breakfast."

She nodded.

Like a fool, he asked, "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded again, bit her lip, and turned away.

He could hear the others getting up and debated leaving her alone to calm herself. Whatever had gotten into her was gone now; there was no reclaiming the tenderness they'd had before it was ruined. The best course of action would be to tuck the memory safely into his mind and move on with his day.

As he shifted to get up, though, she snatched his arm to stop him.

"They'll see me," she hissed.

"I'll keep the curtains closed," Garreth promised her. "They won't see you."

"Do you often leave the curtains drawn?" she demanded.

He frowned. "No?" Her meaning sank in, and he hummed. "Ah, right. That would be suspicious. Alright, I suppose I'll just wait them out, then. They won't come looking for me unless I miss breakfast."

Helplessly, Garreth's gaze fell to where she was still gripping his arm. Her pretty painted nails looked so good against his freckled skin. She should always have her hand on him, in his opinion. He risked a glance at her face - she was also looking at her hand on his arm, fixated, and it was suddenly all too easy to slip back into his jokes.

"Like my biceps, do you?"

Seeing the blush on her cheeks was almost worth her snatching her hand away.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," he teased. "I admire them too. You'd be shocked how much strength stirring a cauldron takes."

"Shut up," she muttered, fingers now clenched in his sheets instead of his skin. Lucky sheets.

Taking pity on her (and maybe not wanting to push her too much further than he already had), Garreth gathered her clothes from the edge of his bed to hand to her. It was sheer good fortune that neither of them had kicked them to the floor in the night. A girl's uniform by the foot of his bed would definitely have aroused suspicion.

Somehow, no one had noticed their frequent simultaneous disappearances yet - or, more likely, they had noticed, but were wise enough to leave it alone. Garreth was grateful either way.

Her beautiful body was covered up again in no time at all. He wished he knew what to say to make sure she wasn't going to walk out of his dorm and never come back, but she wasn't the reassuring type, so even if he did try to check in with her nothing would come of it. He let the chatter of the others fill the air instead.

"Oh, bugger, there's a test in Transfiguration today, isn't there? I haven't studied!"

"We've known about it since last week."

"I forgot, you arse!"

"Wah wah wah, you'll do fine. You always ace Transfiguration."

"But what if I don't?!"

The corner of her mouth turned up just a little at his dormmates' antics, and Garreth stared without remorse. Could he be faulted for thinking she was even more beautiful when she smiled? He thought not.

It only took a few more minutes. Finally, the door slammed shut and the room fell silent. She let out a deep breath, clearly relieved, though she made no move to get up from the bed.

"I'll make sure the coast is clear?" he offered.

"Okay."

Garreth stretched out his back as he swung his legs to the floor, raising his arms above his head and cracking his neck. He peered back at her over his shoulder on a whim.

Caught, she averted her eyes, a blush once again rising on her fair skin. He grinned smugly.

The room was properly empty, so he tossed on his trousers and stuck his head into the hall to check the stairs. No one in sight. A shame. He'd been hoping for a reason to keep her a little longer.

"Run for it."

He hadn't expected her to actually bolt out of the room, but she did, scurrying down the stairs and turning to dash up to her own room. His chest ached seeing her flee like that, but he still held out hope that he hadn't ruined it. That perfect moment - letting him lie with her, her fingers in his hair - that had to have meant something.

Maybe in another few years and she'd actually let him take her out on a date, or even just hold her hand in public.

He'd settle for her staying over again.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

in more housekeeping...

An unedited screencap (apart from resizing) aaand after I put it through Happy Pills below.

Obviously the second looks nicer, but I have a slight concern that the facial expressions may not be 'sharp' enough - if that makes sense? I adjusted 'radial dark' to 70 percent, which seemed to help.

Just let me know whether you can see everyone's faces clearly. I'm game for a little fine tuning per photo buuut I have about six per contestant to post (and 18 contestants) so as much as I would like to, I can't spend too long editing each one :x

[cerubean]

she had a date that same night w/ the food critic guy and it may or may not hv ended w/ some smooching