'she's in america'

anonymous asked:

"baz, why are you wearing a cowboy hat?"

I jump. “Penny sent it. From America.”

“She sent you a cowboy hat?”

“No, I say, holding up the card, “she sent you a cowboy hat.”

He rolls his eyes. “Give me the hat, Baz.”

“But it looks so good on me!”

leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five

DC was the first place my mom came when she came to America and she said it was evil. 

Today she called me crying about these missing girls and told me she always knew that place was evil. 

I just want to finish my morning vodka, what is happening 

Prompt: you’re my friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend and I hate you so much (but also secretly like you).

Woah this seriously just wrote itself (given the time it took). Thanks for the  idea, nonnie. So this is a prompt that was sent to the amazing Ravyn - @cupcakemolotov - and I sort of adopted it. Wherever you are nonnie, I hope you get to read this and like my take (which will be a little different to suit what I’m comfortable with writing). Based on an awesome Crowded House song of the same name, hope you like it!

Mean to Me

“She came all the way from America, she had a blind date with destiny…”

Oxford University, UK (2017- Present Day)

“You never told me how gorgeous the guys at Oxford were, Care,” Katherine drooled while standing beside Caroline, her eyes darting around the room excitedly at the fresh meat. “If I’d known, I definitely would have studied here rather than Georgetown.”

“Why thank you Katherine,” Enzo grinned. “I never knew you could be so complimentary when it came to yours truly.”

“I was talking about all the other Oxford men besides you, Lorenzo,” she drawled. Katherine and Enzo had met five years earlier through Caroline and had pretty much been bickering ever since. She liked to think it was their way of showing they cared about each other.

“Well, cute if you like that preppy kind of guy,” Bonnie commented from her other side. “No offence Enzo but give me a guy in a ripped pair of jeans and band shirt any day over all these penguin suits.”

“Well, we are at the Oxford University 850th Anniversary Alumni Ball, Bonnie,” Caroline offered, thinking what a mouthful that was as she said it. “I’m pretty certain anything less than white tie isn’t going to score you entry here tonight. I’m not all that upset given I’ve always been a sucker for a guy in a suit with an accent.”

Caroline felt a mixture of emotions being back at Oxford after seven years away. It had been her home for six years after all and she had so many great memories of the beautiful grounds, her professors and meeting her best friend Enzo at the same time. They’d both left shortly after graduation and Enzo had followed Caroline back to the States where they shared an apartment while getting established in their chosen careers of law and engineering.

It had been at her law firm in Boston that Caroline met Bonnie and through her Katherine. The two girls had grown up together in a small town in Virginia and had been inseparable ever since. She’d never had too many girlfriends in her life and these two were the best you could ask for.

“Why is it that whenever we’re all together our conversations descend into checking out good looking men,” Enzo complained. Having him as a best friend was great most of the time but his girl talking skills left a lot to be desired, even if he did try. “On the other hand, if you wanted to discuss what a fine looking specimen I am, then that’s another story.” No one responded there was just a chorus of groans and a few eye rolls to go with them.

Caroline scanned the room feeling a little self conscious as she did. While her time at Oxford had been wonderful for the most part there were a few people she was nervous about seeing. In fact she’d almost not come but Enzo had insisted, he even suggested bringing a couple of dates to make things less uncomfortable. Hence why Enzo was here with Katherine and she here with Bonnie. He had his own ghosts from the past so Caroline was pretty sure his suggestion wasn’t completely selfless. Katherine had been mortified as you would imagine but she lost out on the coin toss and had to pretend to be his date for the evening.

“If it isn’t little Caroline,” a familiar voice cooed. This was what she’d been dreading. Caroline smoothed over her blonde waves and looked up into the brown, doe eyes of her former friend and resident mean girl Hayley Marshall. Little Caroline? Could she sound any more patronising? It didn’t help that she was studying Caroline’s red, strapless dress intently either.

“Hayley,” she murmured by way of a greeting, thinking just how unfair it was that she looked so unusually elegant in her fitted, black dress with those usually untamed, dark tresses pulled back into a stylish, low bun.

“And Enzo,” she continued. “I always thought you two outcasts would end up together.”

“Not that it’s any of your business Your Bitchiness, but Caroline and I are just friends,” he growled. “Katherine is my date tonight.” Sensing the obvious tension, Katherine placed her arm around him, albeit reluctantly, playing the part of his dutiful date.

“Oh, so you two are…” Hayley trailed off, looking between Bonnie and Caroline. “Lesbians.”

“Excuse me,” Bonnie scoffed.

“It’s okay really, you know back in the day I thought Caroline had a thing for me given all that jealousy about Klaus, so it all makes perfect sense that you are, uh, that way inclined.”

“Do you have a problem with lesbians, Hayley?” Caroline demanded, placing her arm around Bonnie protectively. This bitch had no right to make judgments on people’s sexuality even if hers wasn’t actually real. She faltered slightly, obviously taken aback by Caroline’s comments. Enzo and Katherine were trying not to laugh outwardly and Bonnie was still standing there in shock as events were unfolding.

“It’s time for the speeches,” the Chancellor announced over the speaker system, interrupting their conversation and for once in her life Caroline was glad as Hayley scurried away, no doubt to spread rumours of her current relationship status.

“Given I’ve just become your lesbian lover, you owe me an explanation, Forbes,” Bonnie mumbled.

“Me too,” Katherine hissed. “And who the hell is this Klaus guy?”

“That might take a while to explain,” Enzo offered, knowingly. As the speeches began, Caroline’s mind drifted back.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

america chavez is a lesbian. she identifies as a lesbian. the marvel wiki lists her as a lesbian. she’s disgusted by men hitting on her and unashamedly loves women. so the fact that people, from fans to actual media outlets refuse to call her a lesbian is at best concerning at worst extremely lesbophobic. she’s not ambiguously queer. she’s not maybe bisexual, she is a LESBIAN. it’s not a bad word so say it.