[Looks at date] 7th February... OH FUCK- TOMORROW???
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"Hey Echo you wanna go to waffle house?" @of-golden-guns
Echo looked up from the bracer she was deep cleaning and blinked. "Waffle house?" she asked, tilting her head. "What's a waffle house???"
Whisper transmatted over from her cushion, stared at Echo, and then looked at Cayde with an almost comedically haunting realization. "She's never been to a Waffle House. Cayde, I've never taken her to a Waffle house." She looked at Echo who blinked uncomprehendingly at them, before looking back to Cayde. "We need to take her to a Waffle House. Like, right now."
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I don't think we talk enough about what Back to the Future would have looked like had Michael J. Fox actually been 17 when he played Marty.
Because MJF was 23 when they filmed, and it all worked out well considering he certainly did pass for a teenager still. But let's adjust his age, shall we? Take a look at Leo and Me, the show he was in when he was SIXTEEN--just 1 year shy of Marty's age--and allow yourself to imagine a BTTF where this is our Marty McFly, skateboarding around Hill Valley, squaring up against Biff Tannen, and being George's source of relationship advice.
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Just venting & keeping track of le bullshit for my own sake. Feel free to ignore.
If someone could loan me a crowbar, or possibly a car jack, I’d appreciate it. If I could just get traction on my skull to pop the thing off, I think that’d relieve the pressure from this migraine.
@ebonyheartnet so I can reblog this thing smh
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MINIFIC: October 2022: 17: Whispers (MLB/Lukanette)
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He was being distracting.
He didn’t really care.
His lips curled into a smile against the skin of her neck, his arms tightening around her as she squirmed. She was trying to ice some cupcakes. He was supposed to be filling macarons. He claimed he was taking his break.
She was pretty sure his break was supposed to have ended five minutes ago.
“You’re so good at this,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against her neck. She squirmed again, but he was right behind her stool, his chest against her back as he watched over her shoulder. “So talented. You’ve got such a great eye. You can make anything you touch beautiful.”
“Luka,” she chided, her cheeks warming as she put the cupcake down. She paused in reaching for the next one, shivering as his lips moved down her neck, along her shoulder. “S-stop.”
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, dropping another kiss before he raised his head. His eyes were twinkling – he knew exactly what he was doing, the creep. The havoc he was wrecking on her poor heart with all the lovely things he was whispering to her. “Marinette…”
“I’m working, Luka,” she huffed, though her voice lacked the conviction it could have held. “You are not helping, and if Maman and Papa come back to find you still on break…”
“Marinette,” he said again, his voice still a soft whisper. He cupped her cheek in his hand and turned her head towards him, resting his forehead on hers as he smiled. “Marinette, I love you.”
The piping bag dropped from her fingers as her mouth dropped open.
Her parents returned a few minutes later, but neither of them were working by that point. He was too busy kissing her, and she was too busy trying to whisper those words back to him, if he would give her half a chance.
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