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gh0st-patr0l · 1 month ago
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Feel like pure shit just want them back...
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soulmusicsongs · 1 year ago
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Big Legged Woman - Willie Hobbs (A Penny For Your Thoughts / Big Legged Woman, 1973)
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kazoochachoo · 10 months ago
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Who out here steaming piss out they willies
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incorrect-catcf-quotes · 1 year ago
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Mike: Your polls are slipping, Mr. Wonka. Better get with it. Wonka: Mike, being a chocolatier is not an elected position. I don't have to respond to polls. Mike: Not elected? You mean you can govern with dictatorial impunity? Wonka: Exactly. Mike: In short, open revolt and exile is the only hope for change? Wonka: (realizes something) I don't like the direction this conversation is taking...
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passing-through-bd · 8 months ago
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@willgrahamscock U Abigail?
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pesky--dust · 5 months ago
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Do you remember Freddie Lounds' articles from the show that came out during the Red Dragon case?
If no, then here they are, because I would like to talk about them for a moment:
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In the series, Will seems furious that he “had to justify himself to an eleven-year-old”, but in the book, Will was not happy about it either, as he would rather talk to his stepson (in the series: Wally, in the book: Willy) on his own terms about his past, which means killing a man (G.J. Hobbs) and being in a mental institution, but Lounds made this impossible for him.
However reading these articles, I think the questions Wally asked Will aren't the worst.
Here is the orginal script, which is also very much the same in the book:
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Given that Freddie Lounds had been involved with Will's “case” from the very beginning, knew that Will and Hannibal were Abigail's surrogate fathers, that Will had followed Hannibal to Europe, and even called them “murder husbands”, Freddie could remind all of that in these articles if she wanted to, but she didn't.
If she did, the questions Wally asked Will were always could be worse, like “Dad, why is the press calling you Hannibal the Cannibal's murder husbands? And what does it mean that you had a child together????”.
Be grateful for that, Will.
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mceproductions · 2 years ago
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Worst of 2022 TV Shows #1: And Just Like That… (HBO Max)
NOTE: this is likely going to be controversial as such. I want to get this out of the way. I support all aspects of the LGBTQ lifestyle. And as such, I have respect for everybody, no matter what. If I mess up with a nonbinary references let me know because this is going to be a bit biased. Forewarned here we go.
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Well, this was a chore to view.
Sex and the City over 6 years and 2 movies made its mark on the world.
But with Kim Catrall having a falling out with Sarah Jessica Parker preventing a third climactic, chapter for the famous group from Manhattan a different perspective was needed.
And we got that via 10 episodes that shifted the Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte into new chapters in their lives.
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Beginning with the unexpected death of Big forcing Carrie into a new mindset of widower.
Miranda unexpectedly, finding a new side of herself via Carries new boss and their convoluted methodology.
Charlotte having to deal with her youngest having personal dilemmas that she doesn’t comprehend.
And this just seemed more and more like checking quotas, rather than actually giving a comprehension to who these three women have been and how a reset button for modern times shouldn’t be forced down throats of all who have known them for nearly 25 years.
Also Sara Rameriz, they are a buzzkill if there isn’t a better word to describe a wrench.
It’s hard to fathom that the only benefit to this show was crashing peloton.
More and more it seems that Kim Cattrall dodged a bullet.
Cause this was simply a mess that didn’t need to be modernized.
SUM 22: ironic title, but 4 Hours of unwarranted character assassination for icons fathoms the look at life in seniority for those who still glisten personalities.
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latibvles · 15 days ago
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THE TASTE THAT YOUR LIPS ALLOW.
this week on longform ficwriting that nobody asked for — june & benny first kiss that has been rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken for the past few months. a special thanks to @flipfloplogic & @upontherisers for lending me two lovely girls who get some name drops in this (Missy Campbell and Henrietta Hobbs, namely)! No warnings for this one besides yanno, June being dramatic as per usual.
[ Read it here on AO3! ]
The lipstick’s out in the hut tonight.
Fern’s singing, so it’s a given. They flew a practice mission today while the other three squads flew over the channel — she went right to the Red Cross girls to ask about hair rollers after the fact. Her hair’s long enough for that now, and she was brimming with excitement about the prospect of “dolling herself up.”
As usual, the beds are alight with conversation.
“And you all better be on your feet,” Fern declares from her spot by the mirror, near the door. “Or I’ll never forgive you for it.” She’s dappling rouge onto her cheeks, soft and subtle enough to get past uniform regulation.
“Yes ma’am,” Missy Campbell, one of Rivera’s girls, affirms from her spot on Jo’s bed, where she’d been showing Jo a letter she’d gotten from her husband down in… Australia? Something like that.
“Oh I know you got me, Soup,” Fern hums, June can practically hear the wink that accompanies the affirmation. “I’m talking to that little rain cloud in the corner over there.”
June lifts her hand, and gives Fern the bird from her spot laid out on her bed, staring up at the curved ceiling. Fern giggles still, and June feels her cheeks burning.
“Come on, Juney,” she pleads in that sing-song tone that she so often uses to get whatever she wants, whenever she wants. June’s resolved to not give in this time. Instead she scoffs, rolling her eyes from her spot and letting her hand fall unceremoniously onto her stomach.
“Hm. No. I could say it in Polish if you want.”
“Nie, right?”
“Well somebody better call the General, Sergeant Carmine’s trilingual!” June announces sarcastically, raising her hand in a faux-triumphant fist before letting it fall once more. That garners a laugh, although it might just be because of the ridiculousness of their current bickering.
“So mean,” Fern counters, more than likely faux-pouting in the mirror, which garners in a few scattered, quiet laughs.
“S’fine,” Lena hums. June can see her crossing the room to sidle up behind Fern, patting her shoulders. “Just send DeMarco after her. She’ll sing a different tune then.”
June’s head snaps up.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” She asks — or rather, demands — her voice raising in pitch. She can see Lena’s smile in the mirror’s reflection, watches her shrug her shoulders and June has to fight every urge to cross the threshold and shake the woman around until she fesses up her secrets. As if Lena can sense June’s current urges, her grin only grows infuriatingly wide.
“You just seem to be spending a lot of time together is all,” Lena hums, but June scowls.
“We do not.”
“Very convincing,” Lena counters, “It’s like he’s got Meatball on a leash and you’ve got him on a leash. Making sure he doesn’t wander off or something. Like he’s gonna get lost and wind up in France.” June hates that it’s a good joke. There’s another round of laughter from the other girls, she even sees Willie in her corner of the hut running a hand over her mouth, trying to maintain a level of composure. June has half a mind to shove her head beneath her pillow and call it an early night. She doesn’t though. She rolls her eyes, standing up and crossing over to swat at Lena’s head. Lena ducks out of it and grins, sticking her tongue out.
“Missed me.”
“I was doing you a favor. Trying to knock your goddamn screws back into place.” June declares, cheeks burning as she glowers at Lena, who’s unsurprisingly all smiles.
“If you two mess me up, I’ll tell Benny you’ve both got the hots for him and started a cat-fight in the barracks over it,” Fern declares as she sweeps a brush over her upper lashes, drawing attention to the vibrant green of her eyes as she paints her eyelashes black. Lena takes a couple steps back, hands in the air in mock surrender. She's still snickering and June thinks her head might just light on fire.
"He's all yours, Junebug," she offers, and June scoffs, throwing her hands up in the air before making her way out of the hut into the waning twilight. Sometimes the clouds break and make for a half-decent sunset out here — orange and purple broken up by chunks of white clouds and wispy chem-trails.
A few feet off, she hears a dog barking, and elects to ignore the beat of butterfly wings once again making themselves present in the pit of her stomach.
It isn't that she has a problem with liking Benny DeMarco.
Okay, that's not exactly the truth, either. She does have a problem with it. Mostly that she doesn't want to like him — didn't want to before, but for some reason he wasn't deterred by her habit of snapping at whatever and whoever inconvenienced her in a day. It made him a good friend, and presumably, a great pilot to his boys. That patience of his that has him dragging her to the nurse's station after dark to tend to her torn knuckles. That keeps him from being mad at her when she does something admittedly dumb.
She knows that she is, innately, hard to swallow. And while June isn't especially ashamed of that fact, she also knows that there are easier girls to be around — even in the influx of female crews coming to replace the ones lost. Nice, pretty girls, who he doesn't have to scruff like a stray kitten trying to take out someone's eyes.
So maybe it's not a problem with liking Benny DeMarco, and more like a problem with the nearly-impossible chance that he could like her, too. There's a war on, which is much more pressing than whatever inconveniences she could thrust upon him. And either way: he never would, a fact that has her stomach twisting in a knot in a weird mix of rejection and relief.
"Juuuuuuuney," Harrie's waving in her face, pulling her from her thoughts. She's sat between Jo on her left and Henry on her right. Across from her, Harrie's looking at her puzzled, with Carrie right next to her and an open seat right next to the younger girl. "You hear a thing I jus' said?"
June clears her throat, looks down at her beer.
"Repeat?"
Harrie smiles, seemingly unbothered by June's poor listening skills.
"Cap's birthday's next month, s'what I was sayin'. Wanna know what t'get 'er."
"We still do birthdays?"
"I'm still doin' birthdays," Harrie declares, tilting her nose up proudly into the stuffy air of the O-Club. "We did your birthday. N' we did Fern's in Iowa," she points out. Harrie casts a look across at Fern, who's talking to the conductor over by the band with her megawatt smile, made impossibly brighter by her red-painted lips. She claps and bounces on her feet, which is how June knows she's got her way again.
"So what're you gonna get her?" June asks, resting her fist on her cheek.
"I was thinkin' maybe a nice scarf or somethin'. Could ask my mama to knit it. Gets cold up here 'round fall," she explains, and June's listening, but she's also taking in the space around them. Lorraine and Lena are over by the bar, shoulder-to-shoulder. Willie's by the Bucks. Inez is listening to some conversation Croz and Payne are having that she can't hear from over here.
No Benny yet. She elects to ignore the urge to get up and go sniff him out, not wanting to give anyone at the table ammunition.
"Dunno what I'll get her. I'll sign the card, though," June leans back in her seat. Over on the other end of the room, Fern giggles into the mic and greets everyone with her signature: You all miss me?
Scattered clapping, a couple loud whistles and a Hey Fernie! from Dougie, somewhere else in the room. June feels a hand on her shoulder, and nearly jumps three feet in the air. She whips her head around, tilts it up.
Benny smiles down at her apologetically. There's a stray curl brushing his forehead, falling out of place.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he offers as the other girls start getting up, understanding the assignment given to them back in the huts.
"You didn't scare me," June huffs. "Just… surprised me." She feels warm again. Can see Lena's traitorous grin and Fern's half-baked threat about telling Benny she's got "the hots" for him.
"Alright. Didn't mean to surprise you then," Benny corrects. She thinks he'll make a move to sit, but he doesn't as the music kicks up again and Fern starts singing; loud and proud and melodic in a way that Bucky knows he's not. She recognizes the song, too — Harry James, Helen Forrest, she'd heard it a couple times stateside. His hand is still on her shoulder, a paperweight pressing her into her spot.
She thinks, briefly, that if he retracts it she might melt into the floor. It's a thought that bruises her ego, if nothing else.
Benny looks like he's debating something before he says it, hand moving to run through his hair instead of ensuring she doesn't run from him. The strand just flops back onto his forehead defiantly.
"Dance with me."
June pulls a face.
"Get turned down by a Red Cross Girl or something?" she asks, brows furrowing. Benny puts his hand over his chest, still smiling even as he feigns hurt.
"Low blows, Juney. You mad at me?"
"No," she counters, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Just think you got options, is all." Easier ones, at that. Benny shrugs, lips pulling into a contemplative pout, nodding slowly.
"Maybe," he counters. "But I'm askin' you," he then casts a look towards Fern, over by the band. "And maybe saving your skin." June snorts at that, rolling her eyes.
"My hero," she chuckles a bit, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting his warm, dark eyes once again.
"Yeah well, I'll be here all night." Benny grins, teasing, and offers his hand to her. She stares at it for a long second — a couple torn callouses on his palms. She's been yanked along by him enough times to know they're warm, rough. She tries not to shudder at the idea of those hands pressed into the small of her back.
She sighs, and takes it.
"Thanks for sparing my feelings," Benny teases again, half-tugging her towards the floor where people are already dancing.
"Sparing your feelings would be declining." June lets him tug her towards him, her hand finding his shoulder to steady herself. "The real victim here is gonna be your toes."
"I can forgive it," he offers of her. His hand is warm on the small of her back. June glances down at their feet, self-conscious in a way that's foreign to her. His thumb traces a small circle where it presses against her uniform. "I've gotcha though. Think I'm a halfway decent lead."
"You think?"
"I've got three sisters and a ma who all like dancing and I think at least one of them would tell me if I was bad by this point."
She laughs at that, looking up at him instead of fixing her gaze on the floor. He's laughing with her, breathy and still managing to crease the corners of his eyes.
"Well I'm trusting you, then." She offers and elects to ignore the weight of a sentence like that.
Benny nods, moving with her around the floor, and she tries to keep looking at him to ignore the feeling that she's being watched in some regard. Like there's something to laugh at right now. She preferred being the center of attention when it came to her crew's flying, not so much her own shortcomings. Benny spins her and is grinning like a madman when she settles back in his arms, wondering if he grew a second head.
"Your brothers never teach you?"
"And give boys another excuse to talk to me? Hell no. Think my dad would throw a fit," she admits after she gets her bearings once more. Benny chuckles at that, nodding slowly.
"And what would they think of it if they were here now?"
Why are you asking me that?
"Piotr would be whisking me away and Antoni would be taking you out back to have a word." It's an immediate response, one that has Benny whistling low and has his brows raising, slightly nudging that hair that she can't stop staring at.
"I'll keep that in mind when I visit."
"When you visit?" June fixes him with an odd look, but he just smiles. She thinks, briefly, about how Meatball stares up at the two of them sometimes — mouth open in a pant, tail wagging without a worry in the world.
"Well if I'm allowed that is. You banning me from the residence, Juney?"
"You don't even have my address."
"Well can I have it?" June blanches at him. She can't really tell if he's kidding or not when he asks that. He spins her again, a little slower, like he's giving her time to think about it without him staring at her. June sighs, reaches up to tuck that stray, defiant hair back into place, and rolls her eyes.
"You're ridiculous." She can feel her cheeks burning, and Benny chuckles.
"That wasn't a no." He points out, and he's right. No, it wasn't. But if she thinks too long about the idea of him showing up on her apartment building's front stoop in his dress uniform, she'll wrench herself out of his hold right now and run for the hills before she does something stupid.
"My mother likes violets," she says instead, tilting her nose up. He nods again.
"Hope that keeps me from getting thrown out on my ass, then."
"No promises," June declares.
And there it is again, butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She wonders if he can feel the sweat forming on her palms, which leads into her wondering if he's disgusted by the warm dampness of it.
When the fuck has she ever cared so much about what a person thinks of her?
The song ends and another begins, this one much slower in nature. For a moment, June's breath hitches, and she swallows hard, feeling shy for once.
"I can go sit if you— if you wanna sit this one out," she points out, feeling obligated to give him that chance to maybe get another girl on the floor. Benny's smile turns almost shy. His hand presses a little firmer into her back, the other giving hers a squeeze.
"Do you want to?" She hates when he asks that, bouncing the ball back into her court and leaving her to make the decision. Because her brain's telling her yes, I want to, this is getting ridiculous, but that stupid desire to be near him is screaming no, no, no.
So maybe Lena's had it wrong the whole time — Benny's the one who's been holding the leash, and she's the dog that might just wander into occupied France if he doesn't tug it with stupid, unassuming questions like this.
"I… don't know," June answers, feeling dumb. He smiles, arm looping around to rest on her hip, pressing her closer to him and leading them in a sway. He leans forward and she feels like she might light on fire with his lips so close to her ear.
"I'll let you figure it out then. Feel free to run whenever you want."
Whenever I want, June parrots internally, ruefully. Sure, Benny, you're really making a great case for me running for the goddamn hills.
He's so warm like this, solid beneath her hand on his shoulder. June wonders if he can feel the powerful hammering of her pulse in her wrist, if he heard it when he lent down to mutter in her ear near that spot by her neck. Fern's still singing, low, smooth and sweet, a proper showgirl if there ever was one. It makes her want to hide, press her face into the crook of Benny's tanned neck and pretend that they're not here.
A dance hall in Chicago would be nice. One of the ones her friends from high school would drag her to begrudgingly — she never liked going to them, because she was no good at this. And she didn't want to give anyone an excuse to laugh at her.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asks after a beat of quiet between them.
"First he wants to know my address and now he wants to read my mind. Anyone ever tell you that you're nosy?" June asks, just to feel that rumble of laughter against her.
"Mostly my sisters," he admits.
"Well they're right. And I was thinking of, uh, high school."
"Yeah? What about it?" June swallows, wondering how much she could share before she ends up as the butt of a joke.
"I used to hate dances. But I don't anymore. That's all."
He hums in that pensive, thoughtful way he always does when she says something that's more loaded than she means for it to be. Putting a little bit of space between them, he looks her over, and June tries not to squirm beneath his gaze. His lips part on a sentence she doesn't get to hear before the shrill sound of someone whistling pierces the room.
"C'mon everybody! Race in the Mess Hall!" she doesn't know who said it, but Benny tilts his head before letting go — not entirely, because he takes her hand in a familiar way and tugs along as people start flooding out of the O-Club. June makes a noise of protest, halfway between a whine and a shout of his name as they follow the flood of people.
"Didn't you eat dust last time?" June points out as the guys who have bikes start tugging them along towards the mess, from where they were lined up outside the club. Benny gives her a wide set grin, tugging her with one hand and his bike by the handles with the other.
"I did not, we had that bomb raid before we could call it. Have a little faith in me Juney," he counters, insistent as they stop in front of the mess. He pauses, swathed in the warm glow of the light from inside. It makes his hair look so much darker, his skin even more warm than before. His smile is blinding, the only thing between them being the bike handles. "Do I get a kiss for good luck?"
"What?"
"Benny! You in or what?" Benny looks into the room, then back at her. He hesitates, then walks into the room, still giving her that smile before he goes.
June feels like she's just been knocked in the chest, had all the oxygen siphoned from her lungs. Dizzy, she leans up against the entryway, watching all the guys shouldering and nudging at each other from their bikes, and her knees feel shaky. Her hands curl into fists.
He wasn't serious, she scolds herself, trying to shake it off. No way he was being serious.
And yet her feet can't move those couple steps to walk fully into the room — forcing people and, on occasion, their dates, to squeeze past her. She can't see him past so many people with dark hair and uniforms, and she doesn't even know if she wants to. What if he looks at her and she really does fizzle into dust, right there in the middle of their makeshift bike track?
She can't. She can't do any of it. She's stumbling back, until her feet hit the grass, and then she's standing there with cool summer wind piercing her clothes. It doesn't do much in way of cooling down her pinkened cheeks, but oxygen fills her lungs good and proper again as she turns her back to the door, hugging herself.
Her heart is still pounding, like it had when they danced, and when he'd touched her shoulder, and—
June could come up with an alphabetized list of all the times Benny DeMarco's made her heart race. She wishes it was something she could indulge happily, but really, it just makes her feel mad and dumb like a little kid with a school crush. Like he knows it and does it all on purpose to rile her.
She shuts her eyes, lets the wind brush against her face like it had a month ago when she'd laid in the grass and he'd watched over her to make sure "no other jokers let their dogs off the leash." The thought makes her squeeze herself tighter, like she could force the memory from her brain.
But she can't. He's embedded himself there.
June feels like she's been waiting there forever, but it's only maybe twenty minutes before the night swells again with laughter, people cheering and bemoaning losses, and of course—
"June! Hey, thought you went to—"
She's walking off before he can finish the sentence, towards the gravel road and down it, hoping that maybe Bucky's decided to go for a drunken nighttime drive and will run her over with a jeep. No such luck, the roads are empty and he can hear Benny behind her still.
"June? Slow down, would you?" Benny asks, and she feels the tips of his fingers brush her shoulder before she's turning around and trying to glare.
More hair brushing his forehead, expression so clearly puzzled.
"Your joke's not funny," June declares with a huff. His brows furrow.
"My… joke? What are you talking about?" June points an accusatory finger at him, face burning as she pokes his chest and crowds him.
"Your- your joke! That whole… kiss for good luck, visiting me stateside thing? It's not funny. It's mean!" She's thankful that they've moved far enough away that no one can pay much mind to her words, or her actions. "Did Lena put you up to it? Or was it- was it one of the Red Cross girls? Since it's so damn obvious, right? I'm just—"
"June, what are you talking about?!" Benny hasn't moved her finger from where it pokes at his chest, over his pilot's wings. The metal is cold against her finger tip, a sharp contrast from the warmth of him. She swallows hard.
"That I— That I like being around you! That I like you! It's all just a joke to you, right? That's why you asked that before that stupid bike race!"
"It wasn't a joke!"
Silence between them, heavy and only broken up by the distant murmurings of others. She stares at him, wide-eyed and flushed, finger still pressing into his wings. She feels like she's just run a marathon around the whole of England — heart pounding in her chest, ribs aching, face burning. She wants to bury her head in the dirt.
"What?"
She doesn't have any time to process it before it's Benny's hands on either side of her face. It's Benny, pulling her forward. It's Benny pressing his lips to hers, firm and insistent and warm. He's so warm. His lips taste like whiskey, and they're soft, and her knees are going weak — hardly registering what's happening here beyond that urge to kiss him back, which she does. Eyes fluttering shut, trying to match the pace he's set — insistent and hungry, like he's trying to convince her of something right now.
It's working, she thinks, feeling dumb as she reaches up to card her fingers through messy dark waves, ruining them further.
They part once her lungs start aching, but he hasn't let go of her. His finger traces a line against her jaw, and she stares up at him dumbfounded.
"I wasn't joking," Benny repeats, and June's well of words has run dry in the wake of it. Like in kissing her he's just stolen coherent thought from her as well. "Jesus Christ, June, you really think I'd be that mean? To you?"
She can't tell if she's really hurt him with that or not. She assumes that she has, and she stares at him for a long moment.
"I-I'm sorry.It's just—" June's lips press into a line. "…I'm pessimistic," she starts out. "And… and I'm not patient, not like you. And I hate losing, bad. And I'm really bad at staying up late and I suck at dancing and being all romantic and all that stuff that girls are s'posed to be good at and—"
"June," Benny cuts her off again, thumb sweeping over her cheek. "Makin' it real hard for me to follow you here, honey."
Her stomach twists at the nickname. She wants to kiss him again.
"I'm giving you a warning," June breathes out. Benny chuckles, searing a kiss between her brows.
"Don't need one. I know what I'm getting into," he insists. "S'why I like you."
Benny's smiling like he's just said the best pickup line of all time. And it works, because June is tilting her head to kiss him again and taste the last bits of whiskey on his lips.
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billhaders · 2 months ago
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i was tagged by @pleasepleaseeplease to create a poll of some of my favorite female characters and let you all choose your favorite ❣️ (i’m going to stick with characters featured in movies/tv, because the literature alone list would be far too long.) thank you!
tagging (if you want!): @andyridgeley @eohwyyn @benoitblanc @wimbledon2008 @gayedmundo @classicwhatthefuckplotline @knivesandneckties @helenprins @bruceewayne @quinnigallagherjones @dacergirl369 @eriklehnsherrr @gwendolinechristie
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gh0st-patr0l · 1 month ago
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Do u think Orange and Hook ever bond over having had the two people closest to them who were also partners attached at the hip go through a horrible ugly breakup that destroyed their found family. Yea me neither
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soulmusicsongs · 1 year ago
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A Penny For Your Thoughts - Willie Hobbs (A Penny For Your Thoughts / Big Legged Woman, 1973
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incorrect-catcf-quotes · 10 months ago
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Charlie: Can we play in the rain, Mr. Wonka? Wonka: No. Augustus: Vy not? Wonka: You'll get soaked. Veruca: What's wrong with that? Wonka: You could catch pneumonia, run up a terrible hospital bill, linger a few months, and die. (Looking out the window as it rains) Mike: I always forget. If you ask a chocolatier, you get a worst-case scenario. Violet: I had no idea these little showers were so DANGEROUS!
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elliotdawsonnn · 21 days ago
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Tagging:
@minyard-05 @flowersofbuffunerary @sapphoherselz @adnrewminyard @andrew-minyard-stan
Edit: because the tag didn’t work before but I was tagged by @achillean-heartbeat 🫶
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starteas · 22 days ago
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there are character inspirations of your lumi and the great galaxy characters?
Lumi: Kirby (Kirby), Lumas (Super Mario Galaxy), Tinkerbell (Peter Pan), Stitch (Lilo and Stitch), Yotsuba (Yotsuba&!)
Siona: Twilight Sparkle, Lilo (Lilo and Stitch), Fox Mulder (The X Files), Blossom (The Powerpuff Girls), Velma Dinkley (Scooby-Doo), Connie (Steven Universe) Peridot (Steven Universe)
Davin: Fluttershy & Applejack (MLP: Friendship is Magic) Piglet (Winnie-the-Pooh) Shaggy Rogers (Scooby-Doo)
Felicity: Princess Morbucks (The Powerpuff Girls) Veruca Salt (Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory), Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Heather Chandler (Heathers)
Holden: Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes) Bart Simpson (The Simpsons), Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye), Roo (Winnie-the-Pooh), Brick (The Powerpuff Girls)
Mika: Rabbit (Winnie-the-Pooh), Owl (Winnie-the-Pooh), Choromatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu-san) Chilchuck Tims (Delicious in Dungeon)
Elios: Princess Celestia (MLP: Friendship is Magic), Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)
Hala: Pearl (Steven Universe), Blue Diamond (Steven Universe)
Aries: Pearl (Steven Universe)
Void: The Nowhere King (Centaurworld), my own fear of the dark
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frenchcurious · 2 years ago
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Jacky Ickx & Jackie Oliver les vainqueurs Ford GT40 devant David Hobbs & Mike Hailwood Ford GT40 et Hans Herrmann & Gérard Larrousse Porsche 908 et Rudi Lins & Willy Kauhsen Porsche 908. - 24 Heures du Mans 1969. - source Ici les 24H du Mans.
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ominous-arcade · 5 months ago
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Character Onions for Curtain Call
posting them here for no particular reason I suppose! they'll be easier to find this way too
Put under the cut for convenience
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Vanessa Shelly
Kim - Scott Pilgrim
Alice Liddell - American McGee's Alice
Helly R - Severance
Care - Petscop
Carrie White - Carrie 1976
Bea Santello - NITW
Sidney Prescott - Scream
Jack Townsend/Deputy O'Brien - Tales from the Gas Station
Asuka Langley Sohryu - Evangelion
Narrator - Fight Club
Asa Mitaka - Chainsaw Man
Mima Kirigoe - Perfect Blue
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Handunit
Glados - Portal
Friend Computer - Paranoia
SCP-079 - SCP foundation
AM - I Have No Mouth and I must Scream
Old L Corp - Project Moon
Doctor Money - Presentable Liberty
P03 - Inscryption
You Must Be Happy - Lobotomy Corporation
AUTO - Wall-E
BOB - Sam & Max Save the World
Mr.Milchick - Severance
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Vanny
The Velveteen Rabbit - The Velveteen Rabbit
Spinel - Steven Universe
Pyro - Team Fortress 2
Photo negative Mickey - Abandoned By Disney
"Mima" - Perfect Blue
You Want To Get Beat? Hurtily? - Limbus Company
Raggedy Ann - Raggedy Ann
SCP-1048 - SCP foundation
Happy Teddy Bear - Lobotomy Corporation
Robbie the Rabbit - Silent Hill
Bugs Bunny - Looney Toons
Crimew - Real Life
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Spring Bonnie
Bear - Bear in the Big Blue House
Barney - Barney & Friends
The Velveteen Rabbit - The Velveteen Rabbit
Friend Francis - Angel Hare
Bucky Beaver - Shipwrecked 64
Salvador - Presentable Liberty
Elsie the Borden Cow - Real Life
Angel Gabby - Angel Hare
Teddy - Beyond the Sleep
Truman - The Truman Show
Fred Rogers - Mr.Rogers' Neighborhood
Toriel - Undertale
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William Afton
Nick - Parents 1989
Forge Fitzwilliam - D&D: Honor Among Theives
Victor Frankenstein - Mary Shelly's Frankenstein
Calvin's Dad - Calvin and Hobbes
Terry Blake - The Stepfather 1987
Madam Hotel - The Hotel Podcast
Willy Wonka - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Sea Leopard - Real Life
Scar - The Lion King
Steve Raglan - Five Nights at Freddy's (movie)
Mr.Voice - Little Misfortune
Dexter's Dad - Dexter's Laboratory
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Carol Afton
Lady Miss Kier - Deee-lite
Linda Flynn-Fletcher - Phineas and Ferb
Clarabelle - Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers
Madam Hotel - The Hotel Podcast
Scary Godmother - Scary Godmother comics/movie
Miss Frizzle - The Magic Schoolbus
Morticia Addams - The Addams Family
Julie Joyful - Welcome Home
Midge Campell - Astroid City
Linda Belcher - Bob's Burgers
Elvira - Elvira: Mistress of the Dark
Esmé Squalor - A Series of Unfortunate Events
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Kelsey
Nemesis (Goddess of revenge and retribution) - Greek Mythology
Tomie Kawakami - Junji Ito
Nano - Girl from Nowhere
Ant-mimic spider (Myrmarachne) - Real Life
Raguel (Angel of Justice) - Abrahamic Religion
The Phantom of the Auditorium - Goosebumps
James (Clone) - Goosebumps show (2023)
Columbo - Columbo
Themis (Goddess of Justice) - Greek Mythology
Kowaru Nagisa - Evangelion
Jesus of Nazareth - Abrahamic Religion
Snowy Owl - Real
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Zombie Mike
Mettaton Neo - Undertale
Alpha Dave Strider - Homestuck
Wallace Wells - Scott Pilgrim
Funtime Foxy - Sister Location
Lucas Lee - Scott Pilgrim
Dorian Electra - Real Life
Orwelle Peck - Real Life
Johnny Blaze - Ghost Rider
High Roller - Toontown Corporate Clash
Johnny Cage - Mortal Kombat
Tyler Durdan - Fight Club
Ricky "Jupe" Park - Nope
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Michael Afton
Nitro Rad - Real Life
Mike - FNAF Logbook
Angel Torres - Nope
Dave Strider - Homestuck
Netzach - Library of Ruina
Jack Townsend - Tales from the Gas Station
Chesed - Lobotomy Corporation
Toby Billings - Hide and Seek (Fazbear Frights: Blackbird)
Sans - Undertale
Mr.Renner - Animatronic Apocalypse (Tales from the Pizzaplex: Submechanophobia)
Mike - You're the Band (Fazbear Frights: Felix the Shark)
Bill S Preston - Bill & Ted
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