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I've noticed that people have started spreading the 1992 Good Omens script around. Please don't. If you've got it up, please take it down. There's a mess of serious and real legalities involved, and I don't want to have to start being a dick and asking for copyright takedowns and all of that, and I don't want to have to regret letting it out into the world. Just take it down, unshare, delete links. Thank you.
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Atelier Couture | Paradise Collection
Jean Louis Sabaji | Spring/Summer 2014
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I listen to him even if he's ranting about something I don't know haha
hockey player armin and ice skater gf 😻
cw :: modern!au, hockey player!armin, ice/figure skater!reader, fluff, and kissing.
a/n :: hi!! thank you for sending this in, i really love this concept and i’m happy you liked the hockey player!armin headcanons!! anyways, i hope you enjoy this and it’s what you expected!
you've been dating armin for months, deeply infatuated with him since your friends dragged you to that first hockey game and you saw just how attractive he was and how he moved across the ice with such speed and certainty, he knew he would make that shot.
it was something about that he was a hockey player and you just loved everything about it and maybe it was because you shared the same passion about the ice as him but with figure skating.
armin loved watching you skate, he loved it as much as he loved being on the ice. you were so graceful with every spin and trick you did and he was mesmerized by your skill and talent - he just loved watching how you lose yourself in the music and skate not worried about who was watching.
everyone knew about you and armin, the infamous hockey player and the closed-off figure skater. no one understood how he bagged you by it wasn't for them to understand, it was only for you two.
they never saw you without armin, most people had never even seen you smile but when armin was around, it was almost instantaneous. your smile bright and directed toward him.
you always went to armin's games and never missed one. you would be in the stands cheering him on and wearing his jersey making sure he won the game and made every shot that he intended to make.
after every game was over you would always wait for him by the locker rooms waiting for him to come out. once he came out, you were swept off your feet and in his arms making you giggle, "min! put me down, baby."
"but you look so cute and i missed you." he said, placing you down and placing a small kiss on your cheek.
armin did the same for you, he went to every competition you had. watching you in the stands almost being brought to tears from how you so easily glide across the ice.
he watches with rapt attention how you call everyone's eyes toward you with every spin, how everyone can feel your emotions through your set, and how you almost bring everyone to tears once you finish.
armin always whistles when you finish, clapping louder than everyone else which makes you smile and your heart beat faster.
after every competition armin is always waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers as congrats.
"you did amazing, baby!" he said, handing you the flowers and pulling you closer to him.
"thank you, min." you would respond, taking the flowers from him and kissing his lips. his hands wrapped tightly around you, his lips pressed against yours and his mind in a state of bliss. you both pull away, "i love you."
armin always blushes when you tell him you love him. he'll never get over hearing it, "i love you too, pretty."
© 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 | all rights reserved to me, please don’t steal, copy, or repost to other websites.
GOD HES SO <3
I'm obsessed with drawing him omg
And his neck. And his Adam's apple.
Boy said: I'm done being a floof. I'm going to cut my hair in the sexiest possible way and cause mass murder pregnancies.
made some eddie textposts because the brainrot is so real
mechanic!eddie:
kas!eddie:
*looks at clock* It’s baby time
Victorian AU The lady and the gardener.
All boundaries are made by people for people. The curved line on the map leads to a conflict between countries, the wooden fence marks the boundary of someone's mansion, the old bridge divides the city into two different world, the social status dictates how to live and tries to kill even hints of love between two from different worlds. But there are no barriers to love- it's like the wind wanders around, invisible and full of force. Someone is blessed with the gentle breeze of quiet life, while others find themselves in the untamed tornado of passion. Sometimes, it's the instant blow, like a spark - blinding chaos of sensations. At times, it's the steady air of slow burn, but periodically it fades away like the strong tempest dissolve into the calmness. Then there are times when it's just the oxygen to breath, the natural, essential, element of living. That's why the wild wind brought them together, carrying their hearts above all the obstacles and barricades.
The weight of the noble name of Leonhart was always one of Annie's the heaviest accessories - it hangs on her shoulders like the iron shall, each letter engraving into her skin like the permanent ink without a way to wash it away, dictating her surroundings and her future. But love doesn't ask as it sinks further, right there, where each erratic ta-BUM is ready to rip apart her ribs when she sees the blond mop, the hazel eyes and the warmest smile of her father's mansion gardener.
Their secret relationship smells like the morning fog, when they meet in the maze Armin takes care of; it hides in the almost ghost glance across the room when they're surrounded by people; it wanders in the velvet touch of the shadows; in longing kisses between the green of the garden; in sweat on their bare bodies when one of them sneak into the room of another.
Their love - forbidden by society and blessed by nature - doesn't witness sunny rays or clear sky, but every time Annie puts roses in her hair and on her hat, she knows they will carry their affection beyond any borders this life forces onto them. Only she knows the gorgeous field of roses, the snowy with the feeble hint of blues, he is growing for her and her only.
Armin found this sort some years ago, and, following his words, he "wanted her to have something to remember him even when he is not by her side". It started as a small bush, such a contrast between crimson red and sunrise orange roses as if in the middle of the gorgeous richness of autumn colors suddenly the winter decided to appear with snow. However, Armin didn't stop - just at the end of the plant maze, there's a spot of their secret dates under the weeping tree, and it's flooding now in the sea of roses .
Annie would pick a few flowers from the bouquets Armin presents her with a shy smile while avoiding her gaze. He would mumble something about how sorry he is about not giving her something more beautiful, about his clothes she knew he always wears the best of them on their dates, being so shallow, something about being a commoner, something… Something, that doesn't matter for her, because when others give her their artificial attention, Armin gave her his soul and body, when someone presents her a small flower, he gives her a whole field.
Even when the palm of someone who her father wants to see as her husband touches her waist in a dance during the ball, even when the dull compliments like the script from the cheap novel fly from the mouth of another potential cavalier her father sent, even when their clothes are so heavy decorated like the palace, even…even in every circumstance, Annie wears roses he grows for her and silently declares to everyone that her heart already belongs to someone. All these gallants would say her eyes are the sky, the ocean, the lake, the winter…but only her Armin knows the truest color of her eyes.
"The moonlight crystal", he says in a lazy whisper, brushing some wet strands from her flushed face. Her bare frame shines in the silky haze of the night, breaking through the window of his small cabin at the end of the mansion yard, and the smile, her genuine one, adorns her face with the sensible lace of her sincere affection. And when someone at the ball would ask about the name of the roses in her hair, Annie would tilt her chin, a proud smile would curve her lips, and the words, full of adoration and respect, would fly like petals,
"The moonlight crystal".
BONUS Victorian photo version,
Nancy made him the vest. It’s not denim, because that would be too heavy. It’s actually more reverse-overalls, because they need to have straps under his legs (wings don’t leave much room for an actual vest).
Also the ring in his ear is actually a doctored piece of delicate necklace because there weren’t any actual earrings this small.
The original photo of a bat that was used as reference (found HERE):
Look, he figured out flying.
