Joan Didion Writes, In On Keeping A Notebook, That the Purpose Of Keeping A Notebook, Or A Journal

ZENDAYA — for Louis Vuitton

Unlucky Bucky✨

By: mysweetcreature on Ao3

LINK TO FIC HERE

Summary:

“This is John. We were-” Gale starts.

“Lovers.” Bucky cuts in, causing Gale to elbow him in the ribs before he finishes,“-friends in college.”

“Nothing about what we did was friendly, Buck.” John argues back like a petulant child.

“Bucky!” Gale admonishes, sweat beginning to collect in his brow despite the ocean breeze blowing his hair every which way.

“I mean seriously- since when do you let friends fing-” John is unable to finish his final crude remark on a count of Gale’s hand coming up to slap over his mouth.

Or: The one where Gale and John are staying at the same resort on vacation after not seeing each other for almost 10 years.

Word Count: 6,203

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ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 ) ↳ season 1, episode 2

this has been a vocal stim since i first fucking heard it. idk it just tickles my brain a little

#the fact that he remembered the iconic line 😭 Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012) Penn Badgley interviewed for ExtraTV (April 2025)

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love means nothing (in tennis)

a Buck/Bucky tennis AU by phlegmatic

Gale meets John Egan at a Challenger in Bordeaux when they’re both 19 years old. After that, he can’t seem to shake him. But what’s more is, despite what his dad says about Gale’s game, and what the commentators say about their rivalry, and what he’s been told about tennis his whole life, Gale doesn’t think he wants to.

Hearing Lee yell “C’mon” above the groaning of the crowd isn’t because he’s louder than anyone else’s disappointment; it’s because it’s a sound that Gale is hearing inside his own head anyway. The aim had been correct, according to Gale’s eyes, but his body is lurching into serves with limbs dragged through pulpy juice—or something even more viscous, hotter, like the air weighing down his lungs. Weather forecast didn’t say anything about heat, but Gale may as well be breathing in the sun and seawater. Both serves (both faults), he looked down the court—desert stretch of orange—and Lemmons was made of soft rubber, but Gale could see the lines. The ball is the problem, not going where he sends it. His body is moving too slow, is the problem, and there’s a knife behind his eye, poking through the cotton wool filling his skull. The ringing in his ears is the problem, the dizziness.

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The Golden Girls – 7.02: The Case of the Libertine Belle

@i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

MASTERS OF THE AIR + major gale cleven in his babushka era *:･ﾟ✧ (part 2)