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▪|Christian|▪|Fangirl|▪|Shorter than Olaf|▪ Nickname: Missy|▪︎|Profile pic by @songsintheattic|▪︎|Fandoms: Sanctuary, Grimm, Haven, Eureka, Timeless, Star Trek TOS, and many more.|▪|Multishipper deluxe.|
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taleasoldastime-andspace

for @misscrazyfangirl321 , based on this post. I went in an entirely different direction than you did, but I hope it will still entertain

Sorry Darcy I just don't think we're going to work out

No hard feelings, right?

Cheers

Darcy stared at the texts, disbelief quickly giving way to rage. Was he serious? Was he freaking serious?! Not only was he dumping her over text, he decided to do it after she'd already bought their tickets? He could have at least had the decency to dump her before she'd shelled out $30.

And to think she'd offered the man popcorn.

(It wasn't that she was that into him, admittedly. Ian was cool to hang out with and everything, but more than half the fun of their relationship was having someone she could brag about to Jane and enjoy Nat's frustration that she had yet to track him down and threat—that is, vet—him to her satisfaction. The movie was supposed to be the big reveal, where she could introduce him and gloat accordingly.)

(...okay maybe he did have a point about them not working out in the long run, but seriously. His timing could have been better. Jane, Nat, Clint, and the others would be here any minute, and she was currently all out of boyfriends. If she couldn't figure out something fast, Darcy's Fake Boyfriend would live in infamy forever. Which wasn't fair, because her boyfriend hadn't even been fake this time!)

‘Enjoy your show!’

Darcy blinked, jolted out of her spiral by the voice of the theatre attendant.

The very nice voice of the very cute theatre attendant.

‘Thanks, you too,’ she said faintly.

#listen. i want to properly scream about this#but i'm still in the 'oh my goodness i've moved out i have to buy groceries every week or i don't have food' stage of life#and idk how long i will be#so i'm sharing this with all of you now#and i will properly scream later#talented friends tag#taleasoldastime-andspace#*screaming*
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for @christian-latte-anon, who gave me permission to play in her wheelhouse with her AU and OC a little bit!

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Tiffany stands on top of the world. Or at least, that's what it feels like, the first time she looks out at the world from Eureka's cockpit like this.

Chuck is next to her, left to her right, and they're not-quite but almost in each other's heads. They've drifted before, enough that ghost drifting has startled them both awake in the aftermath, but not like this. Not for real, for the world, for their fathers and for each other.

There's a song Tiff heard growing up, something about being on top of the world. She knows it'll annoy Chuck once he's in her head and she's in his and they're sharing all this, once Tendo Choi slurps his coffee and gives the go-ahead. All she remembers of it, anyway, is if you love somebody, you better tell them while they're here. The beginning of it all.

She's tried it before. She told her dad she loved him once, just once, as a joke when he didn't know who she was to him. He thought it was funny. She wishes he hadn't. She told her mom much the same, and Cleo wouldn't look at her for an hour. Every time she's drifted it's been an offer and a plea: I can love you, will you love me?If she could drift with either of her parents, she wonders what she would see.

With Chuck, they both know. The answer for both of them is yes. But when everything is an open book and you're sharing every thought, words spoken carry more weight.

"Hey, Charlie," she says, cutting off Tendo before he can begin their countdown. Chuck looks at her like he already knows what she's going to say and maybe he does, but is letting her say it anyway so he can say it back. "Love you," Tiffany says, grinning more fully than she's ever been sure of.

"Love you too, Tiff," he grumbles as if he isn't smiling inside his helmet too, as if she can't hear it.

Tendo's voice crackles through the comms. "Neural Handshake achieved."

Tiffany and Chuck are on top of the world.

#oh *wails*#i was not expecting thissss#but yes you did lovely things with latte's blorbos#ahhhh#*screaming*#good good good someone love tiffany pls#also hannibal thinking it was funny i- ;-;#and CLEO#ahhhhhh#mmm this hurts#good work#i just#ahhh let them love each other#whichever sort of love just. let it be love#good#swinging-stars-from-satellites#lattes of love#talented friends tag#pacific rim
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swinging-stars-from-satellites asked:

Fox and Yancy, "there's more than one way to do this"

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christian-latte-anon answered:

This one is kind of experimental bc gbhfbgf trying to like. work out how they act when they're not just frustrated with each other. bc they get to a point where they have a lot of respect instead of just mutual tolerance for Isaac's sake. wanna get them there!!!

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"There's more than one way to do that." Fox says.

Yancy glances up from his phone, where he's trying to figure out a chess puzzle. Fox's head is bent, staring at the phone. Then he flicks his gaze up, looks up over his glasses at Yancy. Which is stupid, because everyone knows he's somehow blinder then his father.

"Go away."

"And miss watching you blunder your way through chess the way you blundered through your last chemistry test?"

Yancy jerks his phone up, bonking Fox's forehead and making him yank his head back. Then he turns, trying to hunch over his phone so Fox can't see.

Fox, for his part, pushes up on his tip toes to try to look over Yancy's shoulder. So Yancy elbows him back.

"Quit it."

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#*SCREAMING*#ahhhh this is#so good#i'm so proud of them#kiddos are growing up#APOLOGIZING AND COMMUNICATING AND SETTING BOUNDARIES#good bois#mmmmm fox is really sort of just wanting to help in his own clumsy way#mostly#ahhhh just#these boys#lattes of love#pr next gen#talented friends tag
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misscrazyfangirl321 asked:

This is me bursting through your door to physically beg you to share some "Lucy goes to Flynn when they're enemies but she needs help" stuff.

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tricksypixie answered:

Fun fact: I have a literal truckload of old S1 Lucy-and-Flynn fic that I wrote while watching the series and never posted. This is an edited sickfic from that archive! 

Warnings for illness, canon-typical S1 dickery on Flynn’s part, guns, death mention, and mentions of injury and violence.

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“Your girl’s here, boss.”

That statement’s only halfway true, but no more need be said.

Karl, long since visibly done with the intricacies of their tangling, leads him to the back door and then shrugs off, shaking his head.

A thousand surly arguments are boiling in his head as he opens the door to confront her–and stops short.

The night beyond the doorway is a dark wall of freezing rain, and in the dim light from inside the safehouse, Lucy Preston stands pressed against the wall, halfway under the pitiful awning. With hair and bloodied dress drenched to the bone, she looks even smaller than usual. She’s visibly wracked by cold shudders, and as the light falls over her face, he sees her eyes–huge, glassy, fevered, and full of dangerous desperation. 

She’s soaked, perfectly still, and pale as death. Against his will, Flynn’s heart lurches. 

“Lucy,” he says only, stiffly, and offers his arm. She won’t look at him as she stumbles forward, sagging with relief–one white, trembling hand fastens around his upper arm, and Flynn wraps his forearm behind her to keep her steady. The knobs of her spine stick out under his fingertips.

He wants to hold her. He wants to avenge her. He wants to burn this world to the ground.

Instead, he ducks his head to look into her eyes. “Who did this?”

Click.

The hard, distinctive muzzle of a pistol presses into his abdomen. Panting, Lucy breathes, “You’re coming with me.”

He stares at her for a moment, unsure whether to be impressed, or angry, or concerned. Then he clocks her trembling lip, her white-knuckled hand, and her steely eyes, and pride wins out.

“Come in for a minute.” He glances up and down the alley. “I’ll get my coat.”

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#*screaming*#b l u e#b l u e e e e e#also apparently b l u e is a tag i have#i've used it enough that my tagging sydtem is just like 'oh yeah you want to yell at blue again. okay.'#*system#ajsksksks anyway i love this#lucy t r i e s#garcy#garcia flynn#lucy preston#timeless#otp#fic rec#talented friends tag#garcy ff#true blue friend
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There is a closet filled with their old tackle. Fletcher finds it on day three.

Day one was firing everyone and deciding which room to crash in for now.

Day two was mostly signing paperwork and convincing his lawyer that yes, he really wanted to sell the place.

Day three is getting what he wants and then looking for a tiny apartment near Sammy over an outrageously priced wine.  

But now there is a closet with his little life jacket and rod, and everything in his chest is screaming and aching and pulsing and he - is sliding to the ground.

#*SCREAMING*#hm what i'm fine?#no i'm not#gelpen is great
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