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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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the universe will always align for black women……
We Could Be Anything
Tim frowned. “Well I guess I’m just predictable.”
“Or,” Hawk straightened up from where he had been leaning to get a better look at Tim’s screen, “I just know you, Skippy.”
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Or:
Hawk and Tim are professors in the same department at a university, and best friends. They're also (secretly) deeply in love.
They're dealing with it. Most of the time.
A Modern Fellow Travelers AU
BRIDGERTON (2020-)
KATE AND ANTHONY
3.05
Katja Kemnitz: Too Much Love (2014) a photoseries by katja kemnitz that shows how kids "overuse" toys and plushies. the series captures images of the plushies when brand new and after endless hours of being loved and used.
he’s an unreliable narrator TO YOU. i believe him
Throwback to "Sword Sparring" an edit I did several months ago, in which I used the sound effects of Bridgerton as a musical instrument.
Watch the full thing below... 😊
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60523039
A fic inspired by prompt #22: “Matching suitcases at an airport baggage claim. Anthony gets home to discover lacy lingerie and an intoxicating perfume and needs to meet the paragon that owns it.”
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he’s harvested and ask when I’m coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was “that damned gopher.” He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can’t risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn’t have the heart. He released it. “He was so scared, he’ll never come back.” The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher’s hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said “Dad, what’s that squash doing there by the gopher hole?” He said “Oh, he likes squash best.” In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
Radiant, Soft, Feminine
5/6/21
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HALLE BAILEY
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floating in uncertainty
The Powerpuff Girls S01E09