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As Callum said: art imitates life

Friday nights

300 words of fluff for @middlingmay and @hogans-heroes 💕

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Gale wakes up on John's couch with a crick in his neck and the weight of a long week dragging down his eyelids. He yawns and sits up. The blanket John must have draped over him bunches up in his lap. It's Friday night, the weekend a pleasant promise ahead. John's flat is warm and dark, with only the football game that put Gale to sleep and a soft light in the kitchen breaking the monochrome. 

Gale pushes himself up from the cushions and shuffles towards the light. He finds John standing by the counter, green leaves in his hand, cheeks bulging, eyes blank. When he spots Gale, he freezes in the middle of his content chewing and stares as if caught.

“What are you doing?” Gale squints at him, rubbing at his aching neck.

John resumes his munching. “Eating.”

“Raw cabbage?” Gale mumbles. He craves cold sparkling water, so he makes a beeline for the fridge, hoping to find some. “Did you wash it at least?”

The sounds of John's chewing pause, then start again. Gale chuckles and opens the fridge. There it is, his mineral water, unopened - and next to it, empty space. Save for a few jars with contents of questionable expiration dates, there's nothing inside.

“I see.” Gale huffs a laugh again as he takes his bottle and closes the door. The cabbage makes much more sense now.

He hears footsteps behind him, then large palms slide around his waist. “I was too tired to buy groceries.”

Not too tired to make Gale come untouched though. Gale decides not to mention that. “Why didn’t you order a pizza?”

John nuzzles into the crook of Gale's neck with a soft sigh. “Didn’t wanna wake you by opening the front door.”

Smiling, Gale shakes his head and leans back into John's embrace. 

Bucky : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Buck : Nope, there's 26.

Bucky : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Buck : That's cute, but you're still missing one.

Bucky : You'll get the D later ;)

i am consumed with poetry, i am devoured by literature.

literature in furs. — july, 2024.

“they call us dreamers, but we are the ones who don’t sleep”

so you married me for my brain?

this type of eras tour pictures are my favorite

LISA FRANKENSTEIN (2024) dir. Zelda Williams

Sometimes we need poetry to endure our most painful moments for it makes everything beautiful

call it what you want x ivy mashup - taylor swift

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: Began things that went wrong. But I will not give up in spite of insomnia, headaches, a general incapacity. END ID]

i love a “i know you're sleeping but” text

― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse (translated by Irene Ash)

– K

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR

✨Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall. ✨

on sisterhood

black widow (2021) // holly humberstone, deep end // fleabag (2016) // lin-manuel miranda, the reynolds pamphlet (hamilton) // little women (2019) // maisie peters, brooklyn // the hunger games: catching fire (2013) // dotan, home

Moments in time, preserved through sentiments Twitter | Ko-Fi | Patreon

kristi yamaguchi & her oldest daughter keara, 2008.

Stevie nicks 1982

Audrey Hepburn 𐙚˙⋆.˚

“You know how old chickens scratch and gabble. That’s how the tales started, all the gossip, the wondering, all the things people said without knowing and then believed, since they heard it with their own ears, from their own lips, each word.”

— Louise Erdrich, Tracks

wolf dream moon by Gaia Thomas, from The Scores, Issue 10.