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you’re telling me there are people who listen to music and DON’T use it as the soundtrack for the intense cinematic daydream plot they’ve always got playing in the back of their head???

new fic tn??

 Remus took the opportunity to move his hands to the backs of your thighs and deceitfully run them up toward the hem of your skirt. You hummed at his actions and gripped his shoulders. He nudged his head back to your neck and placed light kisses against your throat. The drinks running through you made his actions all the more intense. 

James spun back around with yours and Remus’ drinks in hand. He handed them to you as he sipped his own. You held your drink to your chest as you watched Remus sip his. His hand around the glass sending heat through you, imagining what else that hand had done. His other hand remained latched to the back of your thigh and when he caught your gaze he squeezed it. He sent you an all-knowing smirk and raised his glass to his lips again. You blushed and tried to push your sexual thoughts from your head, taking a swig from your drink to help. 

Luckily, James’ attention was now focused on Lily’s dancing form. Remus noticed this too and swiftly moved his hand to the curve of your ass. You glared at him as he smiled up at you. He moved to stand and placed his glass on the bar top. 

Mia Goth photographed by Zoe Ghertner for Miu Miu Fall/Winter 2023

this awakened something in me and i don’t think i can ever go back

danny walker is THE blueprint

ayo edebiri by tyler mitchell

i love listening to MUSIC!!!!!! and imagining things happening

the only couple ever.

MOTIONPICTURESOURCE’S 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

8/25 🎄⛄ WHEN HARRY MET SALLY (1989) dir. Rob Reiner

The Gallows (Hangman x Fem!reader)

Summary: They call you Angel, sometimes you wonder if “of death” was too long. When tasked to join the best of the best, you are forced to confront your past.

Warning’s: descriptions of injuries (reader is a medic), mentions of sexual content, semi-steamy?,cursing, mentions of sibling death, ptsd (the reader and Hangman both have shared trauma), alcohol consumption

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“Call sign: Angel”

It sounded like a nails of a cat clinging to a chalkboard, slowly, painstakingly trailing down the black slate, dragging each syllable out like a taunt. An-gel. 

The office felt stuffy, like one of those old silver-screen detective films your grandma would make you watch whenever you visited for Christmas, though there was nothing comforting or warm about it. 

Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson is across from you, flipping through your entire naval career in a package of papers. “Quite an impressive portfolio you have here.”

“Admiral Kazansky vouched quite heavily for you. I don’t know if that should delight or terrify me.” he sighs, scanning through the pages without so much as looking up at you. “You’ll be working under the command of Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, I’m sure you’ve heard about him.”

Slapping the folder down, Cyclone rises from his seat with the the sound of leather creasing and wheels rolling against the linoleum. “Follow me. I’ll take you to the debriefing room, maybe you’ll be good at keeping Maverick…grounded.”

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