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editschenford · 26 days ago
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sinnerjannik · 7 days ago
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franco colapinto headers
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withonly-sweetheart · 25 days ago
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the rookie au collection
a collection of drabbles (puffs) of leon kennedy in "the rookie" 2018
please keep in mind most of these have nsfw mentions <3
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judging a book by its cover?
a second chance
standards
glasses
push-ups
temptations
calm down
silent treatment
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formulaheaders · 1 year ago
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queenbirbs · 4 months ago
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summary: Someone is sending detailed miniature models of homicides to Mid-Wilshire. || a post-season 6 casefic
link to AO3
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Wednesday, July 10, 9:29 a.m. “We got another one.”  Grey sets the box down on top of the table in the roll call room, where a handful of officers wait. The box is nondescript, the white label on its side bearing the now-familiar block print of the station’s address and the neat ATTN: Esteemed Detectives of Mid-Wilshire. The lack of a return address comes as no surprise.   “Sir, you really should be wearing—” “TID’s already been over it with a fine-tooth comb,” Angela interrupts.  Glaring across to Nolan, who snaps his mouth closed, Grey continues to reach into the box and pull out the latest scene: a scaled-down replica of the Farmdale metro station. Even though it’s been a few days, Lucy doesn’t need to see the crime scene photos to compare; Nolan and she were the first officers on scene. The same pale blue benches, the same yellow tactile flooring of the platform, the same overflowing trash can. The same dismembered torso and left arm of John Shore, ten feet from the rest of his body, spread along the bloodied tracks.   Nolan lets out a low whistle. “It’s like a piece of art.” “Because it is,” Aaron agrees. “But a little too macabre for my taste.”  “And the blood, is it…?” Lucy trails off as Nyla nods.  “It’s a match for the victim’s. Same as the others.” 
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tortoiseshellmon · 1 month ago
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Toygershellmon and Tortoiseshellmon made by @_xnatsuki on twitter
Thank you very much!
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kdramafeeds · 2 years ago
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Choi Dae Hyun moments
03.09.2023
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kaiches · 2 years ago
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# nct messy layouts ‹𝟹 banner cr to @/30riki + @/fentyangyang
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workingforitallthetime · 2 years ago
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magesticy · 2 years ago
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— prom ratchapat layout.
twt: @fourthlic
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madbiscuitlady · 2 months ago
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Part 1
"Alright, budge up you nut."
"If you insist," Ed offers, he plants his left hand to push himself up, but misjudges how close he is to the edge of the chaise, and puts all of his weight on nothing at all.
"FUCK!" he yelps, as his upper body makes contact with the very fine handwoven rug.
"Ed!" Stede reaches for him, but ends up toppling over, limbs flailing, half onto the chaise, half on top of Ed. His chin just narrowly misses both the floor and Ed's skull.
"Ow," Stede manages, voice muffled from where his face is buried in the crook of Ed's neck and by proximity, Ed's hair.
The satiny upholstery does the rest and they both slowly and ungracefully slide the rest of the way onto the floor groaning.
The situation is absolutely ridiculous, and despite his aches and pains, Ed starts laughing.
"Fuck, you alright? No broken bones?"
Stede pulls himself upright with a wince. "Just my pride. My ego got pretty bruised though, I didn't manage to pull you back in time."
Ed eases himself up off the floor and cups Stede's face. "Nah, love that you did that. Was super romantic babe."
"It was?"
"Yeah. Plus, I saved you from getting rug burn on your chin, so we both come up on top."
Stede wrinkles his nose. "Oh, that would have been embarrassing."
"I'd just tell the crew it was from my beard." Ed remarks with a shrug.
"Ed!" Stede laughs.
"They'd never know the truth. I'd take your secret to my grave."
"You're a menace," Stede says affectionately.
"Your menace." Ed clarifies, stealing a kiss.
"My menace," Stede hums in agreement, and kisses him back. A pair of aging fools in a tangle of limbs trading kisses on the library floor.
🏴‍☠️ The End 🏴‍☠️
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editschenford · 26 days ago
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sinnerjannik · 3 months ago
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jack doohan headers
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- alpine’s new f1 driver!!!!!!!
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piecesintoplaces · 3 months ago
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As a thank you for so many new followers, here's a brand new edition of my editing resources masterposts ✨ (you can find the previous editions here). Make sure you like or reblog the posts below if they’re from other blogs to support their creators! A friendly reminder that some of these are free for personal use only, so be sure to read the information attached to each resource to verify how they can be used.
Textures & Things:
Collage Kits from @cruellesummer that I find myself using basically every single day
Taylor Swift Wax Seals from @breakbleheavens that I also use literally every day
Rookie Magazine Collage Kits (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
Scribble Textures & Cross-Outs (1, 2, 3)
GIF Overlays (1, 2, 3)
Film Grain & Noise Textures (1, 2, 3)
Paper Textures (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
PNG Overlays (Paper, Flowers, Clouds, Stickers, Lips, Vintage Paper, Misc. Symbols)
Halftone, Scan Line, & VHS Noise Textures (1, 2, 3, 4)
VHS Tape Textures by @cellphonehippie
Misc. Texture Packs (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
Photoshop Effects (Halftone Text Effect, Chrome Effect, Glitch Effect, Ink Edge Effect, Photo Morph Effect)
Fonts:
Badass Fonts (free fonts designed by womxn 🤍)
Open Foundry Fonts
Free Faces
Uncut Free Typefaces
Some Google Fonts I Like: Instrument Serif, DM Sans, EB Garamond, Forum, Pirata One, Imbue, Amarante
Some Adobe Fonts I Like: New Spirit, Ambroise, Filmotype Yukon, Typeka, Big Caslon CC (TTPD Font!)
Some Pangram Pangram Fonts I Like: Editorial Old, Neue World Collection, Eiko, PP Playground
Fonts In The Wild (font-finding resource)
Tutorials & Resources:
Comprehensive Rotoscoping Tutorial (Photoshop + After Effects, great for beginners!) by @antoniosvivaldi
Rotoscoping & Masking Tutorial (After Effects) by @usergif
Texture Tutorial for GIFs by @antoniosvivaldi
Color Control PSD by @evansyhelp (to enhance, isolate, or lighten specific colors)
Cardigan Music Video PSD by @felicitysmoak
Picspam Tutorial by @kvtnisseverdeen
Moving GIF Overlay Tutorial by @rhaenyratargaryns
GIF Overlay Tutorial (+ downloadable overlays!) by @idsb
Icon & Header Tutorial by @breakbleheavens
GIF Blending Tutorial by @jakeperalta
Split GIF Tutorial by @mithrandirl
Guide to Coloring Yellow-Tinted Shots by @ajusnice
Slow Motion After Effects Tutorial (useful for GIFs!)
Gradient Map Tutorial by me!
Misc:
How to Make Your Own Textures by @sweettasteofbitter
How to Report Tumblr Reposts of Your Work by @fatenumberfor
Tips for Accessible Typography
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formulaheaders · 1 year ago
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ollie bearman
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everythingne · 1 year ago
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DRUNK WALK HOME - MV1
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Your relationship with your teammate is non-existent at best. Since you've joined Red Bull, a second driver thrown in last second, Max has kept a wide berth. He's more interested in himself... well, until he spots your ex-boyfriend getting a bit too rough with your tipsy self at a bar in Monaco.
max verstappen x racer!fem!reader (can be viewed romantic or platonic)
warnings/notes: drunkenness, physical violence, implied attempted assault, implied drink spiking, sort of 'dark' fiction, hurt/comfort (guys i can write angst but we need happy endings ok?), reader's looks are not described/image used in the header is not to describe the reader, the only descriptor are heels, dress, and she/her pronouns used for the reader,
series link (coming soon!)
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Max typically steered clear of you. Which was fine, you were a rookie driver, his second, only on Red Bull because an injury that took Checo out for the season and bumped you up from a reserve driver. You mostly stuck by yourself, doing your training alone, racing alone, eating alone... and such. The only time you and Max really spoke was during press, you didn't mind, but it was kinda clear to everyone that Max Verstappen did not like you. For whatever reason.
You assumed it was because he felt partly responsible for Checo's injury, due to also being involved with the accident. So he kept a wide berth because you reminded him of that mistake.
What you didn't know was he ignored you because he liked you way too much, and couldn't risk hurting both of your careers for something as trivial as his feelings. So, he kept his distance, watched from afar and kept tabs on you. Almost like a stalker, Charles had joked to him.
He didn't mind being considered a stalker if it meant keeping you safe.
There was one thing you had told Max, or more so he had been involved in the conversation when you had told Christian. The one deeper thing he knew about you was your ex boyfriend was nothing but a waste of fucking time. He had just been manipulative, urged you into doing a lot of things, and you had been telling Christian about it because someone had seen him at the paddocks. Max had cataloged his name--Isaiah Martelack, and then when he got home that night curiosity killed the cat.
Ten articles and a beer bottle later he told himself, and whatever ghosts might be floating around his apartment, that he'd kill the man. Standing outside this club now, months and months later, with Charles lazily waving goodbye to someone Max didn't recognize... Max realizes he might just have the opportunity.
You'd been very drunk, but promised Max you were going to go home with Daniel. Which was fine, because Daniel was a fucking saint and Max trusted even the absolutely sloshed group that was Lando, Oscar, Logan and Daniel with you. However, Daniel was rubbing a sick Logan's back and yelling for Lando to stop trying to tackle Oscar, who was trying to call their rideshare, and you were not there. Not with the group you had been with only three or so minutes prior.
"Where's hotshot?" Max turns to Charles, the nickname they'd come up with you for in public spaces flowing out without second thought. Charles perks up, turns in a full circle and then shrugs.
"Ask Danny?" Charles peeks around the building, seeing nothing down the front side of the building or in the front parking lot. But that was all he scanned.
"Danny's hands are full enough with the McLaren drivers at the moment." Max laughs under his breath, looking over his shoulder, down the sort of shadier side of the building. It was dark around that side, Charles telling everyone to try and steer clear of it because they might get mugged if they go in that side lot. Max hadn't thought much about it after that, but something in the back of his head was nagging him to look a bit further.
He's happy he remembered you'd worn those little black heels with the silver bow on the front, because he sees one laying there just inside the shadows of the buildings alley. The ankle clasp snapped off and laying nearby, like there had been some sort of struggle. He pauses, holding up a hand as Charles calls for Danny's attention. Charles keeps shouting as Max steps into the shadows to peek, and as his eyes adjust he feels ice in his veins as his arms thrumn with energy. Your ex--stupid fucking Isaiah, has you pinned against the back wall. Max knows you'd be able to fight back in any usual circumstances, but something in the way your eyes flutter open and closed and you try to weakly cry out for help against the mans large hand covering most of your face tells Max there's more wrong than just what he can see.
"Hey!" Is all he can think to shout. Isaiah turns, Max running up, before just clocking the fucking guy in the jaw as hard as he can. Charles shouts behind him, someone else screaming his name as he falls with Isaiah to the ground. He doesn't really count how many times he pummels the guys face into the concrete until it takes Charles, Daniel, Logan, and Lando to pull him back to his feet. Both of Charles' hands pressing Max's chest until Max seems to come back to his sanity after that blip out of his consciousness. The first thing he feels is intense pain in his knuckles, but the first thing he does is look for you.
Oscar's kneeling with you against the wall, a hand under your bloodied jaw as you try and explain, but even the most sober person in the room fails to understand you.
"What the fuck, man!" Isaiah shouts, stumbling back to his feet and wiping at his bloody and broken face. It was almost sort of... therapeutic to see it.
"You ever fucking touch her again and I'll take your hands clean off your body." Max steps forward, jabbing a finger right in Isaiah's chest, making both Charles and Daniel move to push him back.
"Max, Max." Charles pushes Max back against the wall, not like he was trying to be aggressive but more so that he was trying to diffuse the situation.
"Who the hell are you?" Isaiah wipes at his nose and Max takes a second to look around. About an arms length away, a clearly heavily intoxicated Isaiah sways, Lando and Daniel hovering near him, Logan hangs off to the side by the front of the building--waving someone over. Oscar is to Max's right, whispering softly and kneeling with you as he tries to calm you down. Charles holds Max by one hand to his chest, looking over the group.
Max takes a slow breath, shakes out his hands, wipes his own bleeding nose and then turns to where you're curled on the ground. He walks over, Oscar looking up and standing as Max approaches.
"She's... really out of it." Oscar hums, not expecting you to do much of anything, but you stand on shaking legs and lean into Max's arm that flies up to catch you. Oscar brings a hand up to your other arm, watching as you lift a shaking hand to wipe some blood off Max's face.
"You.." your voice is small, weak, and swaying, and Max adjusts so he can hold you against him to keep you upright.
"Relax, okay?" Max shuffles in your hold, before tossing his jacket over your shoulders, trying to hide the red marks he can see forming on your arms and neck, "Take this and... just stay by my side."
"Hey, cars are here to go back to the hotel." Logan calls, sporting a water bottle and four or five phones in his hand, "y'all ready to go, or?"
"What about this fucker?" Lando asks, eyeing Isaiah. Daniel's arms cross firm over his chest and he nods his head over to Max with a small smile.
"I think Mad Max there did enough damage for this guy to understand he should keep away."
"Oh, and--" Charles turns, leaning down to pick up your heel and handing it to Oscar, who helps you try and put it on while Max keeps your stable.
"He should know better than to mess with the friends of the... what do they call me? Prince of Monaco or whatever?" Theres a sly grin that ripples across Charles face and a look of horror dons Isaiah's as he realizes just who he'd been fucking with. When he goes to run, Lando chases him out with a loud drunk cackle as you're escorted to a waiting car.
You know, loosely, that you've ended up in the back of some car, situated between Max and Charles who speak in hushed tones. Your head is swimming, a headache thrumming under the swirling world and sick feeling in your body. The jacket someone had laid over your shoulders providing both heat to your trembling body but also, coverage and protection. The night was pieced together, a mess of shots, dancing, and laughter that had blurred together the longer you had been in that stuffy Monaco club.
That one shot had been the downfall, you'd known it had tasted off but assumed the best. And then Isaiah had shown up, and you should've known from that moment everything was over. You should've told Max to wait with you, instead of waiting for Daniel to get Logan out of the club. Oscar was way too preoccupied trying to keep Lando from being an idiot to notice you get grabbed, of no fault of his own, and Lando was too drunk to know what was happening in general.
And the next thing you can remember seeing, as you recount the nights events to try and keep yourself from losing your stomach in the back of this very nice car, is Max. The way he'd thrown Isaiah down and followed him, each collision of his fist to Isaiah's face, and the way the man beneath him struggled to fight back. The things he had said, the way he looked was nothing like the Max you had grown accustomed to. He wasn't cold and reserved, silent, just a phantom you had grown used to having behind you. No, Max was fiery, loud and violent. No longer was he a passive nod, he was a fist being jammed into teeth with intent to break something, intent to maim the man who'd even just tried to hurt you.
"You alright?" Max asks, and you realize you've been staring. Swallowing, you look down at your lap, holding your shattered phone and broken purse in your hands as you try to think of what to say.
"Y'didn't hav'ta do that." Your words come out more sloshed together than you had hoped, and Max sighs, his own nose scabbed over a while back, you can tell from the darkness of the blood around it.
"No one gets to treat you like that, yeah?" Max says, leaning down to pull the jacket further over you to make sure you're kept safe within it, "No one."
"Christian's g'nna be mad at'ya." You lean into his chest as he sits back, and though he's still for long enough for you to almost pull back, his arms wrapping around you a second later makes you stay.
"He can be mad all he wants, I don't regret pummeling that guys face in." Max shrugs and you hear Charles laugh softly, the car pulling to a stop. The world spins as Max and Charles get you out of the car, into the hotel, and then it's Max who brings you into his room. Charles goes off to get some rest, just leaving you and Max alone. Max says it's because your room is right next to his, so he can just take you next door when you get sleepy. So, you end up on the couch in Max's room with his duvet wrapped around you like a burrito while scouring the room service menu with a water bottle in hand.
"See anything good?" Max asks, emerging from the bathroom in an arguably comfier outfit, you hum setting it down and drinking about half the bottle in one go. The water was helping, or it was placebo as the actual things in your system were finishing up their course. But even though a simple thing of chicken tenders and fries sounds great, you still feel sick enough, you can't imagine stomaching anything.
So you complain, "They have boring food."
"It's a hotel. I wasn't expecting caviar or something." He sits next to you, taking the menu off the coffee table and reading over it, "we can just get junk. I think Christian will understand."
You're quiet for a few seconds, before you poke Max's leg with your foot, "You didn't have to do that, Max. The whole thing with Isaiah."
"If I didn't do that, how far would he have gone?" Max's response is blunt and there's no answer you want to tell him. His hands tighten around the menu before he tosses it down, his hands almost fidgety.
You need to fill the silence, so you say, "You could've just shouted."
"And let him keep his hands on you? God, forget it. Y/n, you should've told me about him, I would've kept a closer eye on you while we were leaving."
"Why would I have told you," You immediately counter, brushing some hair out of your face as you turn to Max and almost curl into the blankets for safety, "it's not like we even talk outside of press."
"I know but..." Max struggles to find the words, you can see it in the way his mouth opens, closes, and then finally he sighs and adjusts the way he's sitting, "you're still my teammate, and... I know you might not really believe me but I'm gonna be here for you. Whenever you're ready to rely on me, I'll be there."
You don't really know what to say, just watching him for a moment before you whisper, "what if I want to rely on you now?"
"Then, let me say this," Max leans forward, brushing a few hairs off your face and adjusting the blanket as he speaks in such a soft tone you're surprised it comes from him, "No one's gonna hurt you as long as I'm here. I promise you that."
There's almost a sort of... pain that fills you. The genuine feeling of his tone, and you shimmy out of the blankets partly as you murmur in your still tipsy haze, "Can I have a hug?"
"Oh, sweetheart... come here," his arms extend and in moments you feel him cradle you to his chest as you hide there, still sickly, still exhausted, still shaking. You close your eyes against his shirt and sigh heavily. Neither of you speak for a while, after Max orders a bunch of random items and two teas from the room service. You know you're crying, even as you try and hold yourself together. Even if you hadn't been in your right mind when everything had happened, it still shook you to your core. Without having to be told, Max rubs along your shoulders, eyes closed as he lets you bury your head against his chest and sob. He doesn't move until you calm down enough for him to feel comfortable gently setting you aside to get the room service left in the hall. When he comes back, he plops next to you on the couch and hands you a plate of shitty hotel food. And as Max plays some videos on his phone for the both of you to watch, you feel the drinks slowly wean off as you sip on the tea, head buried against Max's shoulder as you blink at whatever stupid tik tok has him making a weird face at his screen.
You're not sure when you fall asleep, but you wake up laying on Max's couch, head in his lap as two voices speak above you.
"She's alright, though?" Christian's voice speaks and you feel someones hand running through your hair by its roots, coming back to rest warmly against the back of your neck.
"A bit shaken, but it's y/n, she'll be fine." Max's voice is soft. Christian sighs and shakes his head with a soft chuckle, the sound of a cup being set down as someone gets up off the other side of the couch. Max, who you've been laying upon for a while now, shifting and chuckling softly.
"You've been wrapped tight around her finger, huh?" Christian's voice chimes a bit farther away now.
"Yeah. Just a bit." Max's hand moves, tucking hair behind your ear as he plays with the ends of each strand in a small little pattern, "She's not a bad one to get caught by though."
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