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ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ.​

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      i’ll be here tomorrow to do posts!! sorry to everyone i owe stuff to!!

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            small starter call. capping at 5.

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            small starter call. capping at 5.

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   i’ll be here tomorrow to get some replies done, some asks replied to and maybe throw up another small starter call! remember; contribute to the black lives matter movement and check out this. black lives matter.

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genitrice​.

@historicn​ *

 “   YOU’RE   LYING,      aren’t   you   ??   lucy,   i   know   you.   ”

      ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹖   truth be told, she didn’t know the girl stood before her, despite what she said. she was a stranger. still. and what they were doing at mason industries was not something she could trust a stranger with. not to mention, there was the little problem in that...  padmé knew far more about her life right now than she did, which meant anything she said was a DAMN LIE.    “ why would i lie about that? it’s just stuff for work, and i can’t talk about it yet. that’s NOT A LIE. “    turning her back to the other woman, she almost buried herself in the refrigerator as she peered inside.    “ besides. i barely know myself, so how can you know me. “

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        sᴛɪʟʟ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sʜᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ.  a twin. HER TWIN. someone she was meant to have a bond with, someone who was a stranger to her. a stranger with her face. the thought still sent her reeling, still sent a shock of disengagement throughout. yet, she could see it in her, that the other girl cared, loved, worried. it reminded her so much of AMY... as if anyone could ever replace her, it wasn’t possible. but here was another sister, another younger sister that she suddenly felt a sense of protectiveness over. and how could she not? they were flesh and blood, and after all it wasn’t her fault that she suddenly existed within the universe. something had changed, something they had done... or rittenhouse had done. either way; she had a SISTER.     “ you know it’s the middle of the night, right? “    she’d called, and she’d come. something about some research she’d been doing, something about some conspiracy... and while normally she might have said no, get some sleep, this time she knew better.   “ okay, show me. what’ve you found? “    ---------------------- @genitrice​

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milletant‌.

a soft nod and his smile grows a little further, more prominent on his lips. Soft and delicate against his features. Much like his affection for his grandfather. “He was there. “ More than his son of a bitch dad ever was. “ He was good man and a good soldier. Just, might’ve been nice to see him in his hay day. “ Blue hues flitter back to her. The curves of his lips just wrinkled and tight around the edges, chuckling as he looked away again with a shrug and a tsk. “ Didn’t figure you for a james dean sorta gal, Ma’am. “

        sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ﹐ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ sɪᴅᴇ.  it was in his eyes, in how his features softened over certain subjects. his grandfather was one of them, and she knew now why and how that was. he was the one who was there for him, not like his father.    “ he’d be PROUD of you. of everything you’ve done. “   and that was the truth. he’d saved people, done the right thing many times over.   “ maybe we’ll get another mission back then. you can maybe... pop by, see him. “   noting the smile and the chuckle, she leaned forward, eyes squinting a little at him.   “ thought i told you NOT to call me ‘ma’am’. “   leaning back, she let out a tiny laugh before grinning.   “ more of a humphrey bogart, clark gable kinda gal, schweetheart. “

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      ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴅs.   they’d been there before, but not when it would have been of benefit to wyatt. but the memory is one she almost cherishes. the way his face lit up at the cars, at people he’d ADMIRED, discovering more about him, about his past. it had been little nuggets of information that she’d stored away. glimpses of his smile, the way his eyes brightened....   “ oh yeah? you really admire him, don’t you? “    she can’t help it when her smile grows a little, her shoulders shrugging.   “ i guess the 50s clothing kind of SUITED YOU. “

[sagamemes]

fifty reasons to touch someone.   a variation of this. send me a 🤝 + a number ( add ‘flip’ to reverse it )  for your muse to touch mine…

…to say ‘good morning’.

…to say ‘goodnight’.

…to say ‘goodbye’.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as a ‘no’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because you are running out of time.

…because i am running out of time.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[ dealer’s choice / randomise ]

[brbmakingmemes-moved]

TEXT MESSAGES

a mix of platonic, fluff, angst, & nsfw

[ 📱 — sms ] can i call you?

[ 📱 — sms ] please answer me.

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss you.

[ 📱 — sms ] where are you?

[ 📱 — sms ] is everything okay?

[ 📱 — sms ] i love you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel so alone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel alone without you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you want me to pick up food?

[ 📱 — sms ] do you need me to pick you up?

[ 📱 — sms ] can you pick me up?

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss your touch.

[ 📱 — sms ] i might have made a mistake.

[ 📱 — sms ] who is this?

[ 📱 — sms ] i think you have the wrong number.

[ 📱 — sms ] i can’t stop thinking about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you ever think about us?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in the hospital.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want you in my bed again.

[ 📱 — sms ] i woke up and you were gone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want to kiss you in places you’ll never forget.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m pregnant.

[ 📱 — sms ] did you just propose to me over text message?

[ 📱 — sms ] i touch myself when i think about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need you. now.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m sorry for what i said.

[ 📱 — sms ] you’re my best friend.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need somewhere to crash.

[ 📱 — sms ] i thought you didn’t want to talk to me.

[ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in trouble and need your help.

[persephonememes]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ Sometimes you don’t get another chance, you know,  to-to fix the mistake. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ I can’t help but love you. ❜

❛ Oh my God, we’re going to do this again, aren’t we? ❜

❛ I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face. ❜

❛ You’re pregnant? ❜

❛ I love you. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I find more peace with you. ❜

❛ You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. ❜

❛ I didn’t want you to fight alone. ❜

❛ Why are you telling me this? ❜

❛ I love you, thorns and all. ❜

❛ You promise? ❜

❛ I want her to be happy. It’s worth sacrificing myself. ❜

❛ I believe in you and as long as we’re together I know that’s nothing we can’t do. ❜

❛ I hope to see you again sometime soon. ❜

❛ Can you just stay through the night? ❜

❛ I will be here with you. ❜

❛ I’m always gonna love you. ❜

❛ Would you ask me out for dinner, already? ❜

❛ How’s forever? Does forever work for you? ❜

❛ Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. ❜

❛ It’s okay, I can be alone with you here. ❜

❛ I know I love you. I know that you love me. ❜

❛ I stayed up to talk to you. ❜

❛ Never far from you, my love. ❜

❛ I love you. Now save me. ❜

❛ You were worth the wait, and I don’t just mean tonight. ❜

❛ It’s always been you. ❜

❛ We can have any future you want. ❜

❛ Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. ❜

❛ You make me want to be a better man. ❜

❛ Would you just stay with me? ❜

❛ I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you. ❜

❛ Most of my life I felt alone, even when I was with people. That was until I met you. ❜

❛ We’ll always have Paris. ❜

❛ Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? You’re the love of my life. I can’t leave you. ❜

❛ I’ve been in love with you for, ever. ❜

❛ Do not die. Do you understand? I can’t live without you. ❜

❛ I’ve always been in love with you. ❜

❛ I love you, and I’m not going to stop loving you. ❜

❛ I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, I love. ❜

❛ I’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ My world is a better place with you in it. ❜

❛ I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us. ❜

❛ If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. ❜

❛ I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you. ❜

❛ You are my salvation. ❜

❛ She’s mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. ❜

[hayleylkiyoko-moved]

[historicn]

strlitmemries‌.

“Lucy.” His tone is understanding, “If there is one thing I’ve learned over this all – time isn’t linear. It isn’t fixed and set in stone. Changing something it isn’t bad. You just have to make sure you change it for the better.” A sigh, “There’s a quote from a movie, Iris used to love:  Something brought you here…call it what you will – fate, destiny…” A small, fond smile, “There’s no such thing as anything being set in stone. Sure, these things are what happened, but clearly, this isn’t an ideal recipe book. It doesn’t include everything. Every little twist and change. If it had, I would have killed Emma back in the West and saved us all much more trouble.”

A dry smile and laugh, opening his beer, “Don’t think of it as yourself. Think of it as a history novel written by someone else without as much experience as you.”

        ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ.  maybe it was the fact that he had been through all of this, he’d come to terms with so much already that she was still working through. he’d had more time with the journal than she ever had, and in some ways he knew her more anyone.    “ i guess that’s one thing we’re all learning. “    hearing the quote, she couldn’t help but smile. she recognized it. had even watched it.   “ TANGLED? she liked it? wait. flynn rider... i bet she saw you in that movie. “   the same name as her father’s name? almost every little girl saw their father as a HERO, but to have the hero share her father’s name? it made sense.   “ we’re rewriting everything with every trip. no matter what the book says. still so much to get my head around... “   taking a sip from her bottle, she leaned back into the sparse cushions on the small sofa.   “ a history novel. easier said than done. i keep trying to find some sort of... CONNECTION to her. do you think i’m different to the lucy who wrote this journal? “

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strlitmemries‌.

She sits beside him and it’s not the last thing he wanted, but it’s pretty close. He doesn’t want to talk about the Jessica thing. Or the baby. Or them. Wyatt didn’t do talking about his feelings well. It was what screwed him and Jess over the first time. He didn’t express what he felt. IT wasn’t that easy for him. Never had been. Wasn’t in his raising to talk about things. Avoidance and pretending nothing changed were his styles. Or drinking it away. He’d been good enough not to turn to that vice at least.

“Dinosaurs.” He admits, after not much thought, “Used to love them as a kid. Dinosaurs and race cars. Every little Texan boys two favorite things. It’d be cool to see them. At least for a bit.”

        sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ.  yet it felt that way in so many senses of the word. talking to him now felt like a massive weight was hanging over them both. like UNSPOKEN WORDS were waiting to be burst from a bubble in which they were held. it was hard. no, worse than that. it was painful. yet, she was trying, in any way she could. they didn’t have to talk about the elephant in the room. dinosaurs would do it. perfect.    “ DINOSAURS? “   she replied, repeating the word with a smile on her face. she could imagine it now. little wyatt playing with toy dinosaurs, maybe some toy cars thrown into the mess on the ground.    “ well, we got the cars. i’m not sure i really want the dinosaurs. “   a tiny amused laugh escaped her lips, the same smile still on her lips.    “ i think rufus would have a heart attack if we went back to the mesozoic era. “   her gaze lowered to the floor, her hands preoccupied with picking at a loose thread in her sweater.   “ how are you doing? we don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to, wyatt. but i feel like i should ask. “

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     GARCY EDITS 01:  2x11 THE MIRACLE OF CHRISTMAS PART 1

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     LUCY PRESTON EDITS 01:  1x02 THE ASSASSINATION OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN

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strlitmemries‌.

Flynn hadn’t intended to join her. He’d actually intended to grab a beer for himself and return to hiding in some political theory books he’d convinced denise to get for him ( “Denise, I fought in several liberation movements and grew up as the Soviet Union was crumbling. I’m not going to learn anything I don’t already have first hand knowledge in.” ) and just avoid the team. He still felt uncertain around them all. Like he didn’t really belong. Even if he put on the face in front of the team. This wasn’t comfortable for him either. The lingering pain of comnig to terms with probably never seeing his girls again had been returning more and more as the missions seemed never-ending. A back and forth standstill. Being on the defensive like this was frustrating.

He hadn’t expected her to speak to him, she seemed engrossed in whatever she was doing. Which was apparently reading the journal. Still, he grabs a second beer, moving over to the couch, offering it to her. “I read through that thing … probably a dozen times when you first gave it to me. It didn’t seem real. Still doesn’t.” He admits.

          ɴᴏ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟ. ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.   how strange it was to recognize your own handwriting, but not to remember a single entry or a single moment when you sat down and added to the many pages. well, that wasn’t exactly true. she could remember the first few pages of their adventures, ones she had added not long before now. but these later ones? NO. these trips hadn’t taken place yet. but they were there, laid out before her to read and experience. her attention lifted to flynn as he joined her at the couch, taking the second bottle from his grasp before placing it down on the table in front of them.    “ it’s like reading a STRANGER’S journal. “    sighing, she shrugged her shoulders, looking down now at the pages laid out in her lap.    “ but i gave it to you, and it’s mine.... my handwriting, the first few pages are laid out exactly as i’ve laid them out in my journal. so... “    shrugging again, she took a drink out of the first bottle of beer, placing the empty bottle next to the full one.    “ it feels wrong reading ahead. like i’m prying into her life.... MY LIFE. if i know all these things, then... there’s a chance i’ll change something, maybe everything. “    her brows furrowed together into an intense frown as she placed one hand over the pages.   “ should i even know my future? do i want to? “