Okay but 3 things:

  1. Carol’s incredulous teary laugh when Daryl told her the Cherokee Rose story.
  2. Carol’s laughing/crying when Daryl tried to lighten up the mood on 7x10 and the way she smiled adoringly at him for the rest of the night.
  3. Carol’s teary smile seeing Daryl burning those walkers for her.

He is the only one that makes her this happy and the only one that makes her “feel” this much and it’s clear that it’s a shock even to her (◕︵◕)

Jelly Star

Alright so me , a brand new member of the Star vs. The forces of Evil just watched Face the Music. And I got to say it didn’t give much hope to the Starco shippers with at least 3 more cannon kisses between Marco and Jackie.

But the thing that got me was when Star was walking from the concert.

Look at the way her eyes seem, even though animated are distant and cold. Star is a very emotional person as shown throughout the series. Usually when she smiles it meets her eyes, so for her smile to be so out of place with the look in her eyes it just makes you think that something bad is happening inside of her due to the relationship of Marco and Jackie.

Just after this she goes to cast a spell. And look what comes out of her wand, A GREEN BLAST. Now sure I’m new but I’ve cached up and when a spell it means its dark magic. Now of course Star has used dark magic even without being dark but ever since her evaluation and the comparison between her and Eclipsa, you have to presume that there is something dark inside of her. But here is the thing, What would cause such a dark reaction like this to someone as cheerful as Star? answer; she’s jealous. She walked away when she saw Marco and Jackie kiss during Just Friends, she lied to Marco when he went looking for her. The only explanation to all of this, jealousy. Because let’s all face it, Star is completely and irreversibly in love with Marco. And that just might be her down fall.   

Day 4: Unconditional LoveA love that surpasses human understanding.  How does one express this type of love for someone? Richonne College AU for @richonnefics

The shade that the tall oak tree provided was a welcome blessing from the heat of the late afternoon sun. Michonne sat on the cool grass with her knees pulled up near her body and her notebook resting on her knees. She tapped the end of her pen against the page that was covered in her neat handwriting before glancing across the courtyard.

Other students were finishing their classes for the day; some walking hurriedly with piles of books in their grasp; others, dawdling like they had not a care in the world. Michonne smiled when she saw Rick approaching her. His confident swagger always enticing to her. His face was alight with a jovial grin as their eyes finally locked.

“Hey,” he said when he was close enough to her.

“Hey,” replied Michonne.

Rick moved a book that was to her left and took up a seat; he brushed her hair away from the side of her face and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Thanks for waitin’ for me,” he said as he absentmindedly rubbed her back.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Besides, I’ve got this little assessment task to do for my modern lit class, so I thought I’d use the quiet time to get it done.”

Rick brought his hand away from Michonne’s back and then held up the book that was sitting between them.

“Is that why you’re readin’ this?” he asked, before reading out the title. “Dear Fatty?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “It a collection of letters that this British actress wrote to family members and colleagues. It’s actually really good.”

Rick turned the book over and looked at the blurb on the back.

“Sounds good,” he said. “What’s the assessment?”

“I have to write a letter,” said Michonne.

“That’s easy!” said Rick as he nudged her with his shoulder. “Someone as smart as you needs a bit more of a challenge than writing a letter.”

She smiled at his compliment.

“Besides, didn’t you write three letters of complaint this week already?” he teased.

“Stop,” she said, nudging him back. “It’s an exercise in expression, not for me to express dissatisfaction with something like those other letters did.”

Rick nodded and smiled, “Got it. What exactly does that mean, though? An exercise in expression?”

“It means I have to express a strong desire or emotion in the form of a letter,” she explained. “It’s an easy enough task.”

“All right then,” he offered. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Michonne suddenly rested her forearms over her page, as if by instinct; Rick noticed.

“Is that it?” he queried, gesturing to her notebook.

Michonne bit her bottom lip.

“Maybe,” she replied coyly.

“Can I read it?” he asked, thoroughly intrigued by her bashfulness pertaining to the matter at hand.

“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s probably a little too sappy.”

“It’s most likely great,” said Rick with a smile, which Michonne returned.

“Fine,” she said. “But promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“I’d never,” he said in earnest, placing his hand over his heart.

Michonne handed the notebook to him and then wrapped her arms around her knees; she took in his profile.

“Don’t read it out loud,” she cautioned, eliciting a nod of the head from Rick.

Dear Rick, it began; he glanced sideways at her, and offered a sweet smile.

How can I tell you just how much you mean to me on this one sheet of paper? There aren’t enough minutes in a day for me to tell how much I really love you. There aren’t enough lifetimes in an eternity for me to express the depths of my love for you.

From the first moment we met, I knew there was something else about you; something that set you aside from all of the other people I had known. There was this kindness in your eyes that made me feel safe. There was a warmth to your smile that made my heart swell; there was this understanding in your discourse that made me feel at ease. A familiarity in your presence that made me trust that I was home.

I didn’t always feel that way. You, more than anyone, know how truly lost and alone I was. How the devastation that encompassed my very soul left me a shell of who I used to be. Yet you, Rick, you had patience with me when no one else did. You nurtured me; you brought me back. You showed me what it means to love someone so completely that the mere thought of being without them terrifies you. You showed me what it feels like to be loved so sincerely that you are filled with a courage and strength that you never knew you had…

The words on the page became blurry as Rick’s eyes welled with tears upon reading what Michonne had written.

“Babe,” he whispered, while wiping his eyes.

“What?” asked Michonne, her voice as soft as his.

“You really feel like this?” he queried, unable to stop the overwhelming emotions from washing over him.

“I do,” she said sweetly. “I love you, Rick, more than I can even say.”

He remained quiet as they searched each others eyes; gently, Rick took hold of her hand. The engagement ring he had given her, shimmering beautifully in the bright sunlight. It looked radiant against her soft skin.

“I love you, Michonne,” he finally said, before placing a kiss to her hand. “You make me a better person. I love you with everything that I am.”

Another Woodburning Pic

Suggestions for improvement After, i think… about 6 hours(!) i am done with it!!! And I love it! It’s the first time I tried to shade with the woodburning tools, and I am absolutely suprised that it looks like that!
… Okay, i burned my finger a bit (about 900°C… that’s not funny and hurts as f**k) and my back and hand hurt too…. but yeah, I do everything for my sweet Jeje~ and it was fun ^^ … just look at this Abel! Isn’t she cute, when she is smiling? ^^

Ah, here right ^^ Here is the picture:

Btw? What do you thing about that?? Any suggestions for improvement?

Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue (chapter 8)


T for language, rating increase in later chapters

Roxanne desperately needs a date to her step-sister’s wedding. Since her fake boyfriend has decided to ditch her, she ends up seeking Megamind’s help.

AO3  |  FFN

The free book table doesn’t hold any more books from the series Megamind likes so much, but he does find her a different romance book that he says is good, too. He looks a little wary, still, as he hands it to her, but when she smiles and thanks him, his lips curve up in answer, his eyes lighting up.

The flight back to her apartment is a special kind of torture for Roxanne. She’s pressed so close to Megamind, her arms around him, her legs on either side of his hips, and the darkness, the sound of the engines, the way that they’re the only ones in the sky—it all feels incredibly intimate in a way that sets Roxanne’s heart to racing, makes her stomach flutter and swoop.

(she is so very aware of all the places that their bodies are touching and half of her mind is filled with mental screaming and the other half is frantically wishing that the flight never ends)

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I saw the cutest thing today!

There was a dad at my workplace with his 3-4 year old daughter and he had his phone out trying to take her picture. But every time he took one, he’d get this look of frustration. After like 3 tries, he said to her “I’m sorry, honey, they all keep coming out like this”

And when he turned the phone around, there was a portrait picture of Poppy from Trolls. I noticed the girl was wearing a Trolls jacket, and when he did that, she smiled and said something I didn’t understand, and then he smiled and kissed her before the rest of the family came and they left.

My heart!?!?!?????

anonymous asked:

lol shippers are already explaining this away as just Gillian being Gillian, has nothing to do with either 'side' and isn't a confirmation she is dating PM. What will it take for them to face reality? They just can't get over her not smiling when she is around him and not 'acting' like they are dating. What do they want. For them to fuck in front of them??


not once, but TWICE!! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧