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Heya! Party medic Here.. I’m sooo sorry I haven’t been on to check out your amazing posts, but I’m back! I’ve just been makin’ alot of Gmod posters and crap like that.. but now I return with something for you! Welp.. I’ll cya around, Mate!~


((hey thanks!! and don’t worry about it lmao, i haven’t been around too much myself either, so you haven’t missed a whole lot

but it looks good! i wanna get into making sfm posters some day (not gmod tho) and i’ve played around in it a little but it takes me a long time to do anything because i don’t understand it yet haha, just another thing on my list i need to learn))

I have an urge to drop my other target languages and just pick up more romance languages and become a romance language MASTER because like I’m surprisingly dope at them

But then like…. no? I mean I love romance languages but I’d miss my bae German too much. And ARABIC don’t even get me started on Arabic. And oh boy I definitely want to learn Finnish one day. And what about Japanese?? I studied that for a few years and it was amazing. And what about when I want to go study in China for a month? What then???

Sooo I just go back to dreaming about every single language, which I’m sure a lot of us can relate to 👉👉

anonymous asked:

I've read through all of your works, and I love them~ <3 Do you have any other recommended writers that I can read the works of (both on here and AO3?)

Thank you~!

And yep, I have a few recommended writers~

There’s one of my closest friends on here and on AO3, @fantasyimmortal (here’s the link to their AO3 account~) who has done so many pieces of writing, and they’re all amazing~!

Also, there’s @unknown-saeranchoi who is another great friend of mine! Here’s their AO3~ I love their writing too!

Then there’s a few people on here too that I like the writing of! (I’m so sorry if I miss out a few names, I’m doing this from the top of my head…)

@saeyoungs-space-princess

@mystic-heads

And, uh… ;o;

I’m sorry, I can’t think of anyone else… I was just raking through my likes on here and I can’t find much actually writing-wise…. I’m sorry! Though if anyone else has any writing recommendations, it’d be cool if you added them on~

[TRANS] SPRING DAY - BTS

Miss you
saying this makes me miss you more
i miss you even though im looking at your photo
time is so cruel, i hate us
seeing each other for once is so hard between us

it’s all winter here even in August
my heart is running on the time alone on the snowpiercer
i wanna get to the other side of the earth holding your hand 
wanna put an end to this winter
how much longing should we see snowing down to have the days of spring, friend

like the tiny dust like tiny dust floating in the air
will i get to you a little faster if i was the snow in the air 

snowflakes fall and get away little by little
i miss you i miss you
how long do i have to wait
and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend
to see you to meet you 

passing by the edge of the cold winter
until the days of the spring 
until the flowers blossom
please stay, please stay there a little longer

is it you who changed or is it me?
i hate this moment that this time flows
we are changing you know, just like everyone you know 
yes i hate you, you left me 
but i never stopped thinking about you, not even a day
honestly i miss you but ill erase you
cuz it hurts less than to blame you

i try to exhale you in pain like smoke, like white smoke
i say that ill erase you but i cant really let you go yet

snowflakes fall and get away little by little
i miss you i miss you
how long do i have to wait
and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend
to see you to meet you

you know it all, youre ma best friend
the morning will come again 
no darkness, no season can last forever

maybe its cherry blossoms and this winter will be over 
i miss you i miss you 
wait a little bit, just a few more nights
ill be there to see you, ill come for you 

passing by the edge of the cold winter
until the days of the spring
until the flowers blossom
please stay, please stay there a little longer

laurenjauregui: #mood thankyouu God for this amazing week..thank you @giannetosfor my luscious long hair that I missed so much (& @hairjunkierandy too😉)@allanface for BEATING my face and@galleryofcosmeticsurgery for that hydrofacial that changed my life@ashtonmichael and your whole team for the AMAZING costumes, you’re seriously so fucking talented. @jasonrembert and your team for making us look fly on the red carpet @itsbankhead and @iam_edidiongfor your amazing CHOREO AND@tianatoday for CREATIVE I LOVE YALL HARD. Thank you @tydollasign for deciding to hop on a little song called “Work From Home” that one day. Thank you@epicrecords for your hard work and THANK YOU HARMONIZERS for your relentless support and LOVE I can’t tell you how much it’s meant to the girls and I, we appreciate you nuggets SO MUCH😊❤️ So much to be grateful for this week I could explode😭 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU #amas

This Christmas (Part One)

Summary: In which this Christmas takes a turn for the unexpected when Bucky asks you a favor.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,639

A/N: This one goes out to my favorite contradiction, @marvelingatthewonder on her birthday. I hope you have an amazing day. This was supposed to be a one shot, but then it got too long and here we are (I had a feeling you and your cliché-loving heart wouldn’t mind 😉)

The intro for this along with a bunch of other wonderful, Christmas fics can be found here

“This Christmas” Masterlist

Originally posted by e-tudiante

You never get tired of walking through the city, especially during the Christmas season. There are bright lights around every corner and decorations in every shop’s full-sized window. The only thing missing is some festive music, but you’ve come up with a simple solution for that problem. You can sing Christmas songs yourself.

Right as you’re in the middle of your own rendition of ‘Mary, Did You Know?’, one that doesn’t hold a candle to Pentatonix’s version, your phone starts ringing. There’s a slight struggle when you take the device out of your pocket and can’t unlock it. Gloves are perfect for keeping you warm, but useless when it comes to using your phone. After three failed attempts at inputting your passcode, you pull off one of your gloves and answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, doll.”

Keep reading

I’m really saddened to hear that Ed Whitlock has died.

Ed was a Canadian legend and the greatest age-adjusted runner of all time. He got back into running seriously in his sixties. He ran a 2:54:49 marathon at age 73 – the fastest ever by anyone 70+ and just this past fall he ran a 3:56:34 marathon at 85, making him the oldest person to run a sub-4-hour marathon.

He was a fixture of Toronto area races and an inspiration anyone who’s ever thought it was too late to do something amazing.

He’ll be missed in the running community.

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Hi love! Could I please request a fluffy Riverdale imagine where the reader is Betty’s little sister by a year who receives the same pressure from their mom, but hides it well from her sister and everyone else, when she is actually completely overwhelmed and stressed out to the point where she’s having an anxiety attack and Jughead or Veronica helps her?

Just because I love him, I chose a Jughead x Reader prompt. But, anon, if you want one with Veronica please message me!!! And maybe…if you want a Part Two (?)

It’s hard enough being a Freshman at Riverdale High, but you had an amazing older sister who put your mother’s standard too high. Betty is an amazing sister and you love her, it’s just that everyone loves her. After Polly went away and Jason went missing, things started to go further down hill for you. Your mother put unneeded pressure on both you and Betty, but Betty handled so much better. She broke free from your mother’s poisonous ways and started doing things for herself. This left you alone with the overbearing woman and no where to go. You managed to hide the damage your mother was inflicting upon you quite well. So well in fact that your sister and her friends thought you were just fine. The first day back to school, that changed.

“That’s really great Archie!” Betty said, shooting the redhead the most adorable heart eyes. You nodded in agreement as you listened to Archie's’ music demo. You were about to speak up when everyone at the lunch table turned their heads. “Can I sit?”

You turned and saw a very pretty Sophomore standing near the table. “Veronica! Yeah, sit!” Betty said, giving her a sweet smile. Kevin moved over, allowing you to make room for the girl to sit next to you. “What song is that? It’s really good but I haven’t heard it before.”

“It’s Archie’s demo.” You said, and the girl looked at you in confusion. Betty laughed, “Sorry, Veronica, this is my little sister Y/N. Y/N this is Veronica, she just moved here from New York.” Veronica gave you a kind smile and a hello which you tried to copy as best you could. You just weren’t feeling it today. Veronica must’ve picked up on it because her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it but, it’s actually really great.” Kevin said causing Archie to smile softly. You smiled a little too, happy that at least one person you knew was doing something good in their lives. “You are alright?” Veronica asked while Kevin and Betty discussed Archie’s future in the music business. You just turned to look at her and with no answer, you got up and left the table. You felt tears gathering behind your eyes as you walked past Cheryl Blossom’s table, you heard someone in their group mutter “freak” and you suddenly were pushed over the edge. You picked up your pace and walked quickly back inside the school. You darted towards the nearest bathroom. You felt eyes on you and saw the Sophomore from your writing class watching you. You just walked faster to the bathroom and when inside, you locked yourself in a stall. The weight of everything that had occurred was finally crashing down on you and it was hitting hard. You felt light headed as your mind replayed the conversation of the future you had with your mom, the pressure for success she put on you because God forbid she had another broken daughter. Veronica’s simple question brought all of it back, the family drama that occurred with Polly and then Jason’s disappearance. You were far from alright, but the thought of telling someone that felt more scary than the pressure itself.

You managed to pull yourself together enough where you stopped crying, and got ready for your next period. When you would see your sister and her friends in the hall, you’d just say you had a stomach cramp or pain and went to the nurse. They’d question you and Veronica would be skeptical, but you’d smile and lie your way through the day.  


You told Betty that you had a group project due in a few days and that your group was meeting up at Pop’s. Of course, being the good sister she is, let you go off on your own. “Just text me when you get there and when you need a ride, okay?” You nodded and gave her a fake smile. “I love you Y/N, be safe!” You walked off towards the diner, happy that now you didn’t have to go home for a little while longer.

The diner was basically empty, minus a few usual patrons. You ordered some fries and sat in a booth in the corner. You looked outside the window and saw the rain drops fall against the glass. It was a soothing distraction, taking your mind off the current situation just for a few precious moments. The silence was interrupted by someone sitting in the empty side of the booth. You turned your head quickly and saw the quiet Sophomore from early today. You just stared at him and his odd hat, and he stared at you just the same. “You’re Y/N Cooper, I saw you earlier today in school. We have Writing class together.” You nodded, suddenly getting nervous. “You’re Jughead Jones.” You said, equally as monotone as he did. “I’m not normally one for caring, but what happened today, right before lunch ended?” You swallowed hard at his question, and he saw your unease. “You looked very, very upset, that’s why I ask.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek at his sudden kindness. You wiped it away as quickly as it had appeared. “Everything going on it’s…taking a toll on me, but I’m-” You stopped talking, not trusting your own voice to continue. Jughead seemed to notice and didn’t say a word. He just waited until you composed yourself and continued. “I’m,” you looked into his eyes for a split moment and saw that there was no fooling him, “not fine.”

You found yourself opening up, just a little, to the mysterious boy before you. You mentioned the pressure your mother put you under, that derived from what occurred with Polly and Jason. From there, he started to talk about the summer, the Blossom twins, and how he remembered your older sister. “Polly was very nice. Said ‘hi’ to me even when I didn’t even look at her.”

“That was the type of girl she was.” You said, trailing off. You missed your eldest sister and you knew that Betty did as well. “Maybe,” Jughead started, slightly hesitant, “you should talk to your sister Betty more.” You stared at him quietly as he continued, “If she was under the same pressure she might be able to help you deal with it. It’s just an idea.” He said, and you felt your lips twitch up into a small smile. “Thank you.” Your phone screen flickered on and you saw the time. You hurriedly got out of the booth and stood. “My sister is going to be here soon.” He nodded, and made his way out of his side of the booth. “I’ll walk you out.”

The two of you waited under the rain-guard outside the diner in a calm silence. For some reason you turned and saw him looking at you. “You don’t have to stay. You’ve done enough for me.” He shook his head and looked towards the ground, a small smile played on his lips. “I’m just going to leave you alone when you feel this down.” You nodded, your heart beating a bit faster than before. “Thank you, again.” You whispered quietly, he turned to face you once more. “If you ever need to talk, to someone that isn’t your sister, you can find me in the library at lunch time.” You gave him a soft smile once more and saw the headlights coming from down the road.

“I’ll see you around, Jughead.” You murmured, but he caught your hand before you walked away. “I hope you smile more.” He said in a hushed tone as he slipped a piece of paper into your hand. You looked a his face, his gaze hidden slightly by his dark hair. He pulled away and with one last glance, walked back inside the diner. You darted to Betty’s car through the rain and shuddered when you got inside.

“Get buckled.” She said, “How’d the group project go?” As you finished buckling your safety belt, you turned back to the diner and saw Jughead typing away at a laptop through the window. From a distance, it looked, almost like, he was smiling. You turned to face forward and sighed. “It went pretty well.”  

I think Max and Chloe are a balance

Originally posted by spectreofthegrey

Without Max, Chloe spins too much. She is crazy, careless, fearless and sometimes she needs to stop and think about her actions. Max helps her to be more cautious.

Originally posted by allgoodurlaretaken


Without Chloe, Max is shy and lonely. Chloe helps her to be more daring and brave. 

Originally posted by eytballin

In addition, Max lacks a bit of self-esteem and Chloe tries to compensate it saying quotes like: “you just have to stop being afraid”, “you are the most talented person I’ve ever known”, “you’re a ninja”, “the amazing SpiderMax”, “you’re my hero”… 

Each one is the balance of the other.

Originally posted by lisislyf

If one of the two is missing, the balance is decompessed.

Shoutouts to all the genderfluid people, glittering stars

Shoutouts to all the aces and aros and agendered people, absolutely amazing and angelic

Shoutouts to all the pan people, perfectly phantasmagorical

Shoutouts to all the demi people, definitely dreamy

Shoutouts to all the people who can’t figure out what they are yet, you’re cool too, so very cool, unlimitedly cool

this is a gentle reminder that you’re not broken if you do not experience romantic attraction towards anyone. Friendships are just as amazing as romantic relationships and you’re not missing out on the full Life Experience ™ by not joining the overly glorified concept of romantic love. Aromantics are valid and true

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.

Word Count: 3,887 (THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE.)

A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????

PS: GO TEAM, NICE WORK!!

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“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.

Oh.

Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”

“What?”

“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.

Siempre,
Papa

Happy Anniversary Everybody!

Can you believe it?  Me neither…it’s already been a year since me and Dipper’s amazing summer ended in Gravity Falls.

I could write a bajillion books filled with all the nostalgia and fun memories I’ve been thinking about over the past year (I’ve already started on my first trilogy!), but even that wouldn’t be enough to cover all the incredible things I feel when I think back on all our time back in that crazy town.

And I’ll admit, one of those things I feel is sadness!  There’s a lot of stuff that Dipper and I miss, and I’m sure all of you guys miss it too!  But the good news is that Gravity Falls isn’t going anywhere (unless a giant space monster comes outta nowhere and sucks it up or something), and I wanna give a big shout out to those of you still sticking around for the ride!

And just in case you don’t believe me, here’s a bunch of big awesome stuff just around the corner!

First of all, Dipper and I found this crazy cursed coloring book a few weeks ago, and now we’re gonna share it with you this July! (Sorry it’s taking so long to come out, Grunkle Ford wanted to make sure we cleared all the magic dust stuff off of it so, y’know, you don’t get cursed too.  Dipper says it’s not too fun.)

But yeah!  July 18 this thing goes up on the shelves, but you can totally pre-order it now if you want!  Yay pre-ordering!

Second, today is the last day in the history of ever that you can get your exclusive Gravity Falling merchandise!  Whether you want us all on a shirt, a mug, or a big giant cozy blanket to hide from that space monster eating Gravity Falls that I talked about earlier, it’s all available until 3 AM EST/12 AM PST tonight!  After that, it’s gone for good!!!

So hurry!  Right now!  Immediately!  Pronto!  Tick-tock! Other word that means fast!  Get it while you can!

And last of all, get ready for more fun, adventure, and epic Soos beatboxing from The Mystery Shack askblog itself! (Seriously, Soos says he plans to type out an entire answer in beatbox language one day.)

We’ve got lots of fun stuff around the corner, and wanna give a special shout-out to all our followers for being so patient while we get it ready.  Stay tuned, you lovely set of amigos!

And for now, that’s all until next time.  It’s been one heck of a year full of changes, but one thing hasn’t changed: We still love Gravity Falls as much as you do.

See you soon!

~Mabel