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Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)
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BEGIN AGAIN IN THE NIGHT.
#running around in circles screaming at the top of my lungs wailing etc etc#this is IT this is the masterwork the fallbaby#lily i hope you make sure those boys treat you right. or i’ll come#get them.#and i’m bringing joshua graham to wax poetic at them#jokes aside this is great and i cannot wait to hear more about them#foc: lily watt#foc: casey walker#foc: vinny caruso#foc: dez rooney
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— I COULD LOVE YOU
“Imogen Kol knew nothing of love... except that she did. She did know how to love, she had been loving this woman all along.” [ x ]
I was able to snag another commission from the incredibly wonderful and talented @felrija and cannot express how much I adore this piece! I’m once again blown away by the amount of detail, how they’re clinging to each other, how it perfectly captures the moment Imogen fully gives in 😭 I cannot thank you enough for another gorgeous piece of art 💕💕💕
#hello LADIES!!!!!#god. this is so.#the desperation in the way imogen is clinging to her.#the acknowledgment of ‘oh. yes. this woman. this is love. i love her’ after so many moons of insistence she doesn’t know love…#the visual of letting go and ‘give me more of this thing called love’#this is SO stunning#more bixogen! imobix! more! year of the lesbians!#friends ocs
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NEVER BEEN TO HEAVEN, BUT YOU GOT PRETTY CLOSE LAST NIGHT. — [template by @jacobseed]
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— LAST LINE TAG
i was tagged by my dearest @poetikat to post the last line i wrote and then tag as many people as there are words. i’m cheating a bit and giving a line from two wips because—well. you’ll see.
FALLOUT WIP
“Capi-what?”
MAFIA WIP
C’mon, he’d said, voice low like they were already at a funeral, you don’t need to be seein’ all that.
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— WIP WORD TRAIN.
rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. the word i was given is GLOW.
Tagged by the beautiful @sofrosine to do this fun tag meme! Ty Katelyn, beloved! 💕
Tagging: @carrionsflower @frankwoods @cryptcombat @roberthouse69 @jennystahl @newbordeaux @auricfog @loriane-elmuerto @shellibisshe @faerune @mariamariquinha @lucky-107
G - Gladys nearly sat out of her chair but refrained. “Was?” Her throat tightens but she prods anyway. “As in, part of your gang or a prisoner?”
CJ's expression tightened even more, the memory of that time still fresh in his mind.
"She was part of The Sink," he confirmed, his voice still low. "Until she wasn't."
He didn't elaborate further, leaving the implications hanging in the air.
L - Loretta knew he left her for dead, leaving her to bleed out on Solovetsky despite her cooperation. She had given him everything and yet it hadn’t been enough it seemed to drive home the point she had trusted him. She was a loose end for Adler even though he apparently didn’t shoot to kill.
It was odd for him to not kill her despite it all, and when Loretta looks back at Park she sees that she seems to be on the same train of thought as her.
O - “Of course it does. I meet your family, get to know them and you and maybe that’ll help loosen me up around other people. I’m like a dog needing to be conditioned and exposed to other dogs in order to stop barking at them.” Sylvia explains.
Hudson stares at her from behind his dark aviators, unsure if he heard her correctly. Sylvia wanting to meet his family to condition herself to be more sociable sounded convoluted at best especially when she put it like that.
W - “Well, I appreciate the sentiment but just to give you a heads up that there’s better things to admire than a washed-up professional wrestler.” CJ shrugs as his eyes go from Aspen to the horizon beyond Jackson’s gate.
Aspen regards him for a moment before she too looks out into the horizon. The tension settling between them as the silence builds but CJ does nothing to break it. The baby girl he once held so many years ago stands silently beside him not knowing he was her dad.
After all, he’s done nothing to earn the title of Aspen’s father and feels undeserving to even try and encourage the idea of revealing himself as such to her.
Your word is: LAMB.
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WIP Word Train | Tagged by @lilywatt @sofrosine and @direwombat
rules: for each letter of the word you're given, share an excerpt from a wip that starts with that letter. words I was given: sigh / glow / fear
WIP(s): In Hope of Tomorrow, A Trial of Errors and a sneak peek into a, dare I say, fan favorite's AU.
S - [Sabrina] said nothing when she lowered her ear to his chest, listening to his beating heart, a steadfast reminder there was time. Like that's ever enough.
I - "I-", he choked out, voice hoarse, "cover yourself, Deputy. Please. God." She had no idea if the plea was directed at her or he was inadvertently asking God to grant him self-restraint.
G - "Go ahead. Beg me. Maybe I'd show mercy, make your death quick."
H - "He looks like me, you know." Sabrina frowned at the remark, "No, he doesn't."
G - "Grab that shotgun of yours, Mary May.", Calahan drummed his hands on the bar for extra measure while his lips pulled into a smirk, "We got ourselves a truck to fetch."
L - "Lovely day for some mayhem with a side of murder." [Calahan]
O - One hand remained securing the towel around his waist, while the other lifted up and instead of touching her, John grasped the handle of one of the drawers behind her. "May I?", he asked in a low tone, eyes darkening as they ran over her features and made her wonder what he was actually asking permission for. "No." An eyebrow went up at her curt reply, "You want me to sleep naked? That would be interesting."
W - "We weren't doing anything naughty in there, I promise.", he tried to ignore the way she said the word, almost like she wanted the store attendant to believe the contrary.
F - "Fucking hell. Are you trying to deep freeze yourself, Jonathan?", [Sabrina] exclaimed and reached her arm around him, changing the temperature, "There, better. Now where was I?"
E - Eloise flexed her hand as her eyes narrowed at the man in front of her, the pain shooting up her arm only furthered the urge to claw at the bandage Isaac had meticulously dressed the wound with. His kindness felt outlandish, like something she needed to squash, especially within the walls of St. Francis.
A - "Are you scared, Deputy?" "No.", [John] didn't look like he believed her, "Fine. A little."
R - Run your hands over me like that, Detective.
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WIP Word Train
tagged by: @inafieldofdaisies @sofrosine @direwombat @lilywatt and @imogenkol (for WIP WED)
Thank you all <3
Pretty sure nearly everyone has been tagged (that mutual list crossover lol) so I'll just toss this out into the void
My words were: SIGH, FEAR, GLOW, FIRE
Snippets are from: Shadow Dance, American Beasts, and The Proposal (aka the engagement fic)
S - Struggling to hold back her laugh, she snorted. Shaking her head as she smacked his arm. “Fucking prick, I’m trying to have a conversation here.” I - “I swear to God, if you ever break her heart… I’ll kill you, Price. And you know I'd get away with it.” John doesn't doubt that for a second. The mastery of criminal law that Michael has is the same sort of thing that makes someone like Laswell dangerous. Sinclair, much like his daughter, knows the exact limits of what he can get away with, and has invaluable knowledge about the type of evidence that would be required, and how the police conduct their investigations. He'd be a fool to believe that this is the empty shotgun threat of an overprotective father. This was a man standing up for the child he knew was his greatest legacy, more than his career or his wealth, and that was a frightening thing, like stepping between a lion and its cub. G - “Got somethin’ to ask ya, darlin’.” He works the words slowly off his tongue, keeping the airs of being relaxed and in control in play, but when he's met by those big hazel eyes that could see into a man like he was transparent, he feels his gut clench and a wave of heat rushes up his neck to flush his cheeks. His powder blues fall away from her as he settles back into his seat, taking a sip of his scotch to rekindle his waning courage. The alcohol burns the whole way down ending in a hiss between gritted teeth – anything to keep him grounded. H - "Home just in time for Guy Fox Day."
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— WIP WEDNESDAY
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I physically cannot stop myself from writing about them even though I planned to take a break until s2 so here’s a lil bit of angst (warning for panic attack/ptsd)
For as cold as her hands always were, Bix found it refreshing when Imogen reached up and cupped her face. It felt like a splash of cool water that awakened her senses, which would have been jarring if not for the gentle fade into a comforting warmth that immediately followed and settled in her chest.
Imogen tenderly ran a thumb along the line of her jaw, curving around the shape of her chin and coming to rest on the other side so that she delicately held the mechanic’s jaw in one hand while the other pulled her in closer by her waist. Bix felt a flutter and leaned into the touch, shutting her eyes.
That was a mistake.
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LILY WATT / CASEY WALKER
i was tagged by @roofgeese to use this picrew (thank you goose!) so lil’s got her dawgs out and case is in a crop top 🫶🏻
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a new picrew!
I was tagged by @loverofthewindgod to do this picrew! I think we were supposed to make ourselves but I made Echo instead lol You can make yourself or your OC or both! Just make your own post please.
Echo - Mortal Kombat
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