<AN> Another!!! Another!! Thanks so much for reading, guys. Credit: @euphonyinestetica; Tagging: @pixelburied, @witchiegirl, @itsbrindleybinch, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect, @ajaysbhandari, @aidenzhous, @ravenclawpokegirl25, @catlady0911. </AN>
Ajay settled into his new desk at the front of the theatre, happy to be off his feet for the first time that day. It had been a brutal shift at the coffee shop, but now he got to go back to doing what he loved the most: directing. He stretched his legs out under the table and flipped open his copy of the script. He’d written down the previous director’s rudimentary blocking in the margins, along with a few edits he felt were prudent.
Footsteps on the theatre’s thin carpet alerted him to another presence. Without looking up, he addressed whoever it was.
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This man is a yearner who earned…..
7-8 years now since I first watched it and “I could save the world but lose you” is still INSANEEEE to me like they were CRAZYYYYY FOR THATTTT!!!!
Put this man in my sheets. Shit the doctor can join too…..
Put that man in a fucking situation
THIS LITERALLY BROKE MY HEART I WANNA CRYYYYYY
this blog is a constantine-free environment! this is a safe space for olivia nevrakis!!!!!!!! 🔪🔪🔪🔪
I wake up, I think about Rose Tyler, I do my little tasks (derogatory) while thinking about Rose Tyler, I think about Rose Tyler some more, I go to sleep, and the cycle starts again. The only thing left is for me to dream about her
(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda)
Regency Era Romance with characters from Choices Red Carpet Diaries and other books.
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 5
PLLLSSSS SAY YOULL WRITE A PART 11
<AN> Hey friends! Just a quick ??warning?? for this chapter, it gets like lowkey suggestive at the end. nothing explicit, probably still even pg-13, just letting you guys know. thanks. credit: @euphonyinestetica. tag: @pixelburied, @witchiegirl, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect, @itsbrindleybinch, @aidenzhous, @catlady0911, @ravenclawpokegirl25, @ylevolenahs, @awkwardalbatros, @hufflepvnk
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Tech week. Hell week. The week that made even the most experienced directors, actors and technicians tremble in fear. Ajay hadn’t gotten much sleep (any sleep, if he was being completely honest with himself) the previous night, so on Monday morning he was already running on fumes. He had a tumbler (that really more closely resembled a bucket) full of coffee, and it wasn’t even his first of the day when he got to the theatre at eight am.
His only saving grace was Emily, the stage manager who was criminally peppy for a Monday morning. She didn’t have to start calling cues from the booth yet, so she was at the table in the house with him to discuss lighting and sound options. He stifled a giant yawn behind his hand as he waited for everyone to arrive.
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For the 20th Anniversary of the Ninth Doctor, Doctor Who Magazine compiled an official timeline detailing how all of his expanded universe adventures fit in between and before the episodes.
Ok I’m rebooting this or whatever so I can save this bc it’s that best of ajay on hssca
<AN> Ok… so this is the Bullshit. It’s a bit of a departure from what I normally write, but I had this idea and it kinda got stuck in my head, and with the help of @euphonyinestetica and @ajaysbhandari it kinda came to life. It’s basically a post-college ajay x mc au, where basically they broke up when he went to college and now, well… you’ll have to read to find out. I’m really excited to share this all with you guys. Projecting a total of 13 parts, major OC usage. Please please let me know what you think, Feedback is Life. Crediting: @euphonyinestetica as cowriter and fierce editor. Tagging: @pixelburied, @witchiegirl, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect, @anlashokk, @itsbrindleybinch. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! </AN>
The cold March wind blew Grace’s hair across her face, temporarily blinding her. She sighed with thinly veiled exasperation and reached up to fumble it into a messy ponytail with numb fingers. She hitched her scarf up to cover her exposed neck and buried her nose into it, trying to shield herself from the cold. Continuing along 43rd Street, her chapped hands made their way back into her coat pockets. She cursed her Brooklyn apartment for being so far away, she cursed the six hours she’d already spent on her feet waitressing that day, and she cursed the entire state of New York for being so damn cold.
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