all the margaritas

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laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

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Alabaster Bookshop is smaller, more affordable, and less touristy than the Strand—and conveniently, it’s right around the corner. It’s one room, lined with shelves, with piles of books in the corners. It makes up for its size with careful quality—some stunning first editions, including 1984, The Master and Margarita, and Jacob’s Room, among others, lean gently in a glass cabinet. Vintage prizes line the shelves if you’re ready to look for them. The staff is easygoing and will let you search forever if you wish. Check it out on your next visit.

anonymous asked:

Can you draw the zoo au George feeding womanizer?

“Don’t patronize me, Sir. With all due respect, I think I can handle one god forsaken llama demon by myself.”

“See Marge this is why we don’t let you around the children”

“Don’t”

anonymous asked:

what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3

Countdown to the Cake : 9


The Lipstick

707xMC

Fluff

Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours now. How do girls handle this?

To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project? Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.

He checks himself in the mirror once more, running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s time to touch up this lipstick.

You walk into the bathroom. You were almost scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a little of your balance and bumped in this girl.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her, she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you accidentally pushed her.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in 2 hours, tops.

“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.” You picked some wipes of your purse.

“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice high enough?

“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this close…

“Well, they say people with oily skin have fewer wrinkles.”

“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!

He feels a little shiver going down his legs when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin. Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…

“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into you anymore!”

“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”

“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!

He hands you his lipstick and you carefully contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so beautiful…

You grab his chin to hold him in place, he feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?

“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did himself.

“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”

“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is amazing! Where did you get?”

“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…” why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard? “Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”

“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny… and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!

“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken… even though he can’t do nothing with this information.

“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling, they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”

“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you trying to get flings, though.”

“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you?”

“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go get your man, girl!”

“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”

“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”

“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows a kiss in the air for you and leaves.

Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered, she’s really nice and cute.

Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat, what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,

And though it’s time to keep it serious and go after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes, your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…

No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went after you… someone so innocent and nice…

Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent, what would you do?

Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will never see you again, anyway…


You can see the other days here!

Peggy works at the petting zoo with James. She only works here because both of her sisters told her it was fun.

It’s not. The llama is a big problem and the chickens never listen to her.

They don’t let her around the kids. 

Wait, WHAT did I do on Snapchat?

Hey guys, this is just something silly I thought of, I hope you like it!  

Rated T for language and implied scenarios.  Nalu one shot! :)


Lucy’s head was pounding, her mouth tasted like something unholy crawled up her throat and died, and she was fairly sure that her mascara had glued her eyelashes shut.  She shifted around on the soft material that was under her and roughly scrubbed at her eyes in effort to regain her eyesight.  Finally, she was able to crack open her eyes and take a slit-eyed look at her surroundings.  She was in an unfamiliar apartment- great.  She knew that she shouldn’t have gone out with Cana and the other girls; she rarely got drunk, let alone drunk enough to not even remember what she did the previous night.  It didn’t help that Cana had practically been pouring alcohol down her throat.  Ugh, Lucy was in for a long morning.  Or was it afternoon by now?  Either way, Lucy was tangled in the covers of someone else’s bed, and apparently about a million notifications lighting up her phone- no wait, make that a million and one.  Her phone chimed and it was a text from her friend Levy.

Please tell me where you are!  I’m worried sick!’  Levy was the responsible one, Cana was the one to laugh at you as you drunkenly fall off your barstool.  Lucy’s head felt like an ice pick was being driven into her brain as she looked at the bright screen of her phone and mentally promised to text Levy back after she was done sorting out the mess she was in.  She started to swing her legs out of the empty bed, noting that the curtains of the room were drawn tightly, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit her.  Shit, shit, shit, bathroom NOW.  

Lucy ran blinding around the room- where the hell were the people that lived here?  Lucy ran towards a small room, grateful to see a sink just beyond the doorway; she had found the bathroom.  She sprinted through the opening and turned her attention to the toilet only to halt, and quickly puke into the sink instead.  

Quadruple shit.  Hunched over the toilet was a man with only long pajama bottoms on.  Fuck.  The man just groaned in response to her expelling the previous night’s regrets into his sink.  She quickly washed it down the drain and straightened back up.  She could only see his back, his incredibly muscular back- but that wasn’t the point.

“I-I am so sorry about that.”  Lucy stammered and the man’s head shot up quickly as if something at jolted him awake.

“What the fuck?”  He stated in a haze, apparently having fallen asleep on the toilet.  The first thing Lucy noticed was his pink hair, yes, pink.  Was it dyed?  Was he born with natural freakishly pink hair?  The second thing Lucy noticed was that it was not just his back that was muscular, everything was muscular and he was hot.  Too hot.  Too much for Lucy to even believe that she ended up in this guy’s apartment.

“Oh, hello.”  The guy’s hair was messy and it hung in his eyes.  He swept his fingers through his hair in effort to pull it out of his sight, but it was futile. 

“H-hi.  Sorry for puking in your sink.  Do you know what happened last night?” Lucy questioned quickly and then a blush crept up her face.  “Oh shit, did we…?”

“I’m sorry hold on-” He immediately threw up into the toilet- no wonder why he fell asleep on the toilet.  Lucy thought she was the only one who didn’t handle her alcohol well.

“Don’t drink often?”  Lucy guessed.

“Nope.”  Came a pained response.  “Sorry you have to see me like this.  No, I dunno what happened last night, but I’m…  Sorry?  Probably.  I probably need to apologize for whatever happened.”  Lucy giggled at the guy’s response, but her breath quickly caught in her throat as she glimpsed herself in the mirror.

“Oh my fucking god!”  She looked like a monster, her eyeliner looked like an oil spill under her eyes, her eyelashes were still stuck together in tight clumps that would probably require a jackhammer to break them apart, and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth making her take on the appearance of a clown.

“What the hell’s wrong?”  He suddenly whipped around in panic and Lucy then noticed her deep red lipstick, in the form of kiss marks, dotting his face, neck, and chest- god knows where else.  

“Oh my god…”  Lucy put her head in her hands and choked back the urge to shed a few self pitying tears.  “I’m a mess.”

“H-hey, it’s okay, don’t cry!”  He dragged himself off the floor and attempted to console her by rubbing her shoulders.  The smell of whiskey and vomit radiated from him, but she knew she didn’t smell much better after all the margaritas Cana had pushed at her.  

“Oh god…  I’m sorry I’m here, sorry I look like shit.  I’m Lucy by the way.” Lucy greeted him lamely and slowly removed her hands from her face and met the gaze of the man in front of her.  “Sorry for all of that.”  Lucy gestured to the lipstick stains scattered across his skin.  “And I’m also sorry for not remembering a single thing about you or last night or how I even ended up in your apartment.”

“S’all good, neither do I.  My name’s Natsu.  My friends made me go out last night to celebrate one of em’ getting engaged.  To tell you the truth, I’m so happy to see you rather than what I imagined you might look like.”  Natsu gave a sheepish grin. “You look pretty good as a clown.”  Had he read her mind?  Lucy felt her blush returning and let out a small laugh.

“Good to know I’ve still got it after looking like this and puking in your sink.”  Suddenly, her phone started vibrating violently in her pocket.  She quickly swiped the call open and pressed it to her ear with an apologetic smile at Natsu.

“Lucy!  Thank god I have a hold of you now!  I was so worried, all Cana kept saying was ‘she’s having a good time, if you know what I mean’, and I could only keep thinking about all the crime shows we watch and you being snatched away to some pervert’s basement, and-!”

“Levy, Levy, I’m okay.  I promise.  I don’t know where I am exactly, but I’m safe.  I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”  Lucy promised her worried friend and was about to hang up when Levy stopped her.

“Wait!  Y-you might want to check snapchat…  Y-you’re not gonna like it, but I wanted to give you a full heads up.  Also, I’m sorry.  Kay bye!”  Click.  The call ended as quickly as it began and Lucy felt a new wave of remorse course through her.  While Lucy had been on the phone, Natsu too opened his phone and was intensely staring at his screen, an embarrassed look on his face.

“What is it?” Lucy questioned as she scrolled through her phone’s pages and tapped the little ghost icon and opened snapchat.

“N-nothing!” Natsu quickly clicked his phone off and looked up at her sheepishly.  Lucy shrugged it off and focused on her screen.  She had a few snapchats from Levy wondering where she was, and some from Cana from the night before that were of the brunette and various different guys or her taking shots.  It was when she made her way to her friend’s stories that she became completely mortified.  Clicking on Cana’s story, she flipped through her friend’s snaps that consisted of Lucy and Levy smiling at the bar, Cana taking more shots, Cana dancing with some guys she met, more snaps of Levy and Lucy as they got more drunk, Cana doing a body shot off of Lucy’s belly- much to Lucy’s embarrassment, but it wasn’t those snaps that got to Lucy, no.  No, it was when she started getting to Cana’s snaps from later in the night.  When she started seeing herself on a leather couch in the lounge of the bar with someone who was becoming all too familiar. 

“Oh my god.”  Lucy’s breath hitched and her heart beat in her chest.  There she was, in multiple snaps from Cana, hardcore making out with Natsu.  It started off with some making out, Lucy could have lived with that, but it was as she started watching more and more that she basically felt like her face was on fire.  As they progressed, so did Natsu and Lucy’s ‘acquaintanceship’.  She ended up straddling Natsu’s lap while making out with him.  He held nothing back either by trailing his fingers from her ass to her hips to under her shirt.  “Holy shit.  Oh my fucking god.  Holy shit.”

“I knew I needed to apologize.”  Natsu squeaked out and Lucy clicked her phone off finally.  “M-my friend’s may have posted something similar, though I didn’t see the one with you on my lap…”  Natsu mused and Lucy gasped slightly.

“This is the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me ever.” Lucy sat on the floor in defeat.  

“I’m sorry if I was that horrible.”  Natsu said quietly and Lucy’s eyes shot up to him.

“What?  No!  Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.  No, trust me, you are not bad.” Lucy chuckled as she eyed him and then ripped her eyes away from his abs.  “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, you can flirt if ya want.  I think we’re already acquainted.” Natsu smirked leaning his weight against his counter.

“I’m sure that it’s not very flattering to have me flirting with you right now.”

“I really wouldn’t say that.  I see why I was making out with you last night.” Natsu stated bluntly, eyeing her.  “Uh, sorry.”

“I-it’s fine…”  Just then, a boy with dark hair quickly walked past the door and then slowly backed up and stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, the puking shit head is awake.” He smirked at Natsu who just glared at him.  Lucy felt even more mortified having someone else see her in the state that she was in.  “See your snapchat?” He stifled a chuckle and Natsu’s scowl deepened.

“What do your want Gray?  Come to make fun of me some more, or have you come to tell me we’re going to have another great night of drinking?” 

“No, no…  I figured I’d come by to ease your minds.  Well, mostly yours,” The guy named Gray aimed his statement at Lucy.  “I figure you’re probably freaking out at the thought of actually having sex with this dipshit- I just wanna let you know that nothing happened other than what happened at the bar.”  Gray laughed a little and Lucy folded her arms across her chest in annoyance.  “Sorry.  But you two came back, started making out, again, and then Natsu ran to the bathroom like a little bitch and puked, and you passed out on the bed.”  Lucy heaved out a sigh of relief.  Gray practically skipped out of the bathroom and Natsu joined her on the floor.

“That’s a relief then.”

“Would it be so bad to have been with me?” Natsu looked like he was almost pouting and a slight smile played on Lucy’s lips.

“I’d much rather get to know you before that.  Preferably when sober.  I’m not usually like that, trust me.”  Lucy sighed and Natsu smirked.

“That’s a shame, I wouldn’t mind a kiss that I could actually remember.”  Lucy’s face heated up and Natsu looked surprised that he had even said that.  “U-um, but we can part ways though.”  Lucy felt a pang of sadness spark in her and she shook her head.

“I’m glad I ended up here.”  Lucy smiled at him.  “Let’s do it again sometime- I-I mean hang out!”  Natsu gave a cocky grin, though his ears were a bit red in embarrassment.

“Hey, want my snapchat?” Natsu teased and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“I’d much rather prefer a simple text.  I think I’m done with snapchat for the time being.  And drinking.”  Lucy handed her phone to Natsu so he could put his number in her phone.

“Sounds like a deal.” Natsu chuckled and handed her his phone in return. 

Vacation

From tomorrow until Wednesday, Liz and I will be on vacation with my aunt!  We’re taking a road trip to New Mexico, to hang out in Taos and Santa Fe for a few days.

Twin Bro and I used to do this with Aunt when we were kids. 

I’m a little nervous.  I’ve been on vacation with Liz and Aunt before, when we went to Disneyland.  It was not terrible.  But we flew, and were at freakin’ Disneyland, so entertaining the Liz was not a problem.  This will be a 6-hour drive to do grown-up things.

On the plus side, most of the “grown-up things” involve art and food, which are two of Liz’s favorite things.

My goals for this trip are to find something to enjoy every day, to take and draw some good pictures, and to be patient when I don’t want to be (like, hour 4 of the drive when Liz is complaining of boredom and wants me to entertain her; or when Aunt is being smug and making snide comments; or  any time traffic is involved).

anonymous asked:

on your biblical women post you added some names in the tags, so can you explain further why you like them as well?

  • Claudia Pilate - oh, the Pilates. You would think they would be the obvious villains of the Passion Play because, yknow… they’re the Romans. They’re the colonizers. They’re the ones who, essentially, send jesus to his death - but because the gospels are written as propaganda, some of that aimed towards Romans, the Pilates get pacified in the text and that puts them in this fascinating, villains-but-not, moral-but-not perspective that is one of the most complex and interesting parts of the passion. So some sources say Claudia is plagued with dreams about Jesus, and that’s why she warns her husband off killing him, and others say she’s a Christian convert - the first Christian convert. The Pilates and their weird psuedo-political actually love match moral quandry marriage/role in Judea is honestly the greatest
  • The Queen of Sheba - SHEBA IS THE BOMB HONESTLY. MY FAV SINCE I WAS LIKE SEVEN YEARS OLD she’s a figure that’s shrouded in myth - there’s arguments over where the kingdom of Sheba even was, so like most of the stuff in the old testament it’s all up in the air, historiography-wise - but honestly I love even just the concept of her, a queen in her own right with her own kingdoms to rule over, who wants to learn and understand about other faiths and people and so rocks up to the court of King Solomon like ‘teach me about god!’ and he looks at her like ‘mmmk… if you teach me about love’ WHAT GREAT RECIPROCITY BETWEEN THEIR ANCIENT NATIONS
  • Jezebel - LADY MACBETH, CERSEI LANNISTER, CLAIRE UNDERWOOD ARE ALL JUST DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF JEZEBEL. She’s the woman born into a male dominated world and uses every weapon she has - sexuality, manipulation, other people’s perception of her - to make a place for herself and win some power, any power. She’s villified for it, of course, and she meets her end because that’s what happens to women to connive, don’t you know, that’s what happens to women who assume that they’re on an equal playing field with men - and she’s demonised in the text because the text wants so badly for you to assosciate a woman who had agency with sin, and with false prophets, of going against the natural order of things. Jezebel knows her world, she knows how to wield power, she knows what symbolism does so even when she knows she’s about to die, she dresses up in all her finery and jewels because even though she lost, she’s still the queen.
  • Esther - y’all know your Margaery Tyrells and all those beautiful lowkey political conniving queens? ESTHER IS THE ORIGINAL FLAVOUR. ESTHER IS PROTOTYPE and i love her so much. So Esther’s a foreign queen in a foreign land, married to a king who killed his last wife. But despite all that, and the fact that she has absolutely no political capital, she still manages to use her beauty and her guile and her intelligence to sway the emperor and save not only herself BUT HER ENTIRE PEOPLE IN HIS KINGDOM. And she even makes him fall in love with her along the way ESTHER IS SO BOMB THAT IN THE SAUSAGE FEST THAT IS THE BIBLE SHE GETS HER OWN BOOK.

POPULAR TEXT POSTS + ASK MEME  ( PART 4 )

❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ i hope no one lowkey hates me. highkey hate me. hate me with every fiber of your being. go big or go home ❜
❛ my style isn’t even my style, i can’t afford my actual style ❜
❛ i feel like everyone has a teacher from high school that they’d 100% fight ❜
❛ i don’t mean to interrupt people i just randomly remember things and get really excited, i’m sorry ❜
❛ sir, you cannot name your son ‘Papa_Roach_Scars.mp3’ we just won’t allow it ❜
❛ if you asked me what my sexuality was, i couldn’t give you a straight answer ❜
❛ i just wanna wear lingerie, smell like lavender, and have soft skin ❜
❛ yabba dabba done with your shit ❜
❛ 5 years ago i was a fucking mess and now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with a cooler fashion sense ❜
❛ the only reason i’m staying in school is so i can provide for my future ❜
❛ occupation: sleepiest girl on the planet ❜
❛ true friendship is willfully making someone’s emotional devastation over fictional characters worse ❜
❛ (not so) breaking news: i’m sad again and everyone’s tired of hearing about it ❜
❛ my new year’s resolution is to stop ❜
❛ people keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like i’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about lmao listen, death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hot dog ❜
❛ do you sometimes wonder why you have weird friends but then you snap and realize that you’re as weird as them ❜
❛ have you ever met someone who’s smile looks like it could make flowers grow ❜
❛ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ❜
❛ i wanna be the one girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespect her like is that possible for me ❜
❛ concept: me, having friends and being liked by people ❜
❛ the human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them ❜
❛ replace my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less ❜
❛ i need a hug and six months of sleep ❜
❛ good morning i’m obsessed with being loved ❜
❛ don’t come back when you realize that i’m rare ❜
❛ i’m stuck in between ‘i really wanna meet new people’ and ‘why can’t everyone leave me the fuck alone’ ❜
❛ can you believe some people meet each other and just hit it off right off the bat and just… date??? and fall in love? ?? that sounds fake ? ? ? ❜
❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜
❛ people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person’ and i’m just like… buddy, i’m barely even a person ❜
❛ you ever talk to a stupid boy to pass time? ❜
❛ don’t talk to me or my 78 insecurities ever again ❜
❛ i’ll always have a soft spot for you ❜
❛ i hate being tickled. i do not think it’s cute, i do not think it’s funny. i will kick you in the fucking face ❜
❛ you inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this gang apart ❜
❛ there’s no blood in my veins anymore it is coffee and broken dreams ❜
❛ i’ll pay you $7 to have a crush on me ❜
❛ i’m a hopeless romantic… emphasis on hopeless ❜
❛ i deal with my personal problems the same way i study for tests… i don’t ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ my biggest problem is i don’t like, do shit ❜
❛ how am i supposed to be productive when netflix just automatically plays the next episode for you? ❜
❛ a girls sleepy voice is probably the cutest thing that has ever existed on this earth ❜
❛ at like a really specific time at night i feel like i wanna fall in love or some shit but then i wake up and i’m ok again ❜
❛ i’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way. i have no preference ❜
❛ i don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions ❜
❛ i want to be one of those people who does yoga and eats berries for breakfast, but i’m one of those people who stays in bed until 4 pm and eats pizza ❜
❛ why are there waiting lists for preschools?!?! babies are small!!!! 800 could fit in one room, just stack them ❜
❛ raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time ❜
❛ i hate being the stereotypical emo bitch, but life sux, my dude ❜
❛ i wanna learn how to throw knives so i can throw ‘em like real close and graze somebody to let them know to shut the fuck up ❜
❛ my heart says yes but my mom says no ❜
❛ if we are ever invaded by aliens and they wanna destroy earth and whatever that’s fine, but leave old friends senior dog sanctuary out of it ❜
❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜
❛ if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more ❜
❛ guess who got shit done today….. not me lmao but congrats to somebody out there ❜
❛ i promise i’m a lot nicer than my ‘walking to class’ face would lead you to believe ❜
❛ why spend money on booze when i can get fucked up by conspiracy theories for free? ❜
❛ binge watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant ❜
❛ merry crisis, everyone ❜
❛ my whole life is the one episode of friends where ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that he’s fine when he clearly isn’t fine ❜
❛ i’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men ❜
❛ kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too ❜
❛ do i even have a sexuality at this point or is it literally just ‘oh yes i’d kiss you’ ❜
❛ not interested dot com forward slash you ❜
❛ napping together is my kind of date ❜
❛ i’m trying to stop being a hater but it’s just so hard when there are so many things that need my hate ❜
❛ i need to stop imagining things i’d say in interviews if i was ever famous because i am not ❜
❛ guess who got their life together!!!!! …not me, but someone probably has ❜
❛ concept: the worst is over. everything’s gonna be okay now ❜
❛ me, giving your eulogy at your funeral: ‘we are gathered here today to mourn a friend, a relative, a companion and a loved one, and to kinkshame them one last time’ ❜
❛ one day i will take a really good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry ❜
❛ i was so ugly in 2008 because i didn’t care about my looks, i cared about the jonas brothers ❜
❛ i’m the whole package: bitter AND petty ❜
❛ my life is that awkward walk/jog you do in front of a car when you’re crossing the street ❜
❛ i use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon and i was raised better than that ❜
❛ my aesthetic is looking really tired even when i’ve had enough sleep and having a lot of bad habits and responding poorly to criticism ❜
❛ yes you’re allowed to have other friends, you just have to love me more ❜
❛ i just want to be somewhere warm and making questionable decisions ❜
❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if you want to have a drink or get married ❜
❛ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said ❜
❛ ‘you’re kind of annoying’ kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted ‘kind of’ about it ❜
❛ *jumps over hole in sidewalk* yeah you could say i’m pretty fucking athletic ❜
❛ i don’t ‘dress to impress’ i dress to depress. i wanna look so good that people hate themselves ❜
❛ sorry, i couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue ❜
❛ valentine’s day is coming up, i don’t know what to buy myself ❜
❛ you’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time ❜
❛ ‘dude, i’m wasted’ and by wasted, i’m talking about my wasted potential because i’m a lazy piece of shit ❜
❛ i may be a terrible person but at least i say please and thank you and use my fucking blinker ❜
❛ is it too late to try to be myspace famous ❜
❛ ask him if he’s good with his hands, then when he comes over, make him put together ikea furniture ❜
❛ if a woman’s hand is steady enough to put on winged eyeliner then it’s steady enough to stab you in the heart ❜
❛ please don’t get tired of me ❜
❛ finals? fuck a final. gone girl myself. ❜
❛ i really thought quick sand was going to be a bigger issue in life when i was little ❜
❛ i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire ❜
❛ why must the cute ones (me) suffer ❜
❛ nasa actually stands for ‘not any straight aliens.’ gayliens are real and out there ❜
❛ not to be bitter or anything but i hope everyone that has ever hurt me is absolutely miserable ❜
❛ my mind says college, but my heart says isolated sheep herder in iceland ❜
❛ i am an adult oh god make it stop ❜

( you can find the other three parts here: 1, 2, 3 )

4

lodge of sorceresses arose from the ruins of the council of sorcerers after the incident on thanedd island essentially killed the older order.

Update

Rob’s 6 hour surgery lasted almost 10 hours. He hurts but it’s not terrible. He walked (ok shuffled using a walker BUT STILL) twice today. In five days we find out if the suspected bacterial infection is there. Fingers crossed that it’s not because that’s a whole new nightmare. I cannot thank you guys enough for all the love and support while I was having a bit of a breakdown. I swear I will thank every single one of you but it may take a while. I’ve now been up for 32 hours straight and honestly I’m surprised I’m this coherent.

Home Run

Request: In honour of the first proposal of the Olympics, you should totally do an imagine where either John or Peggy propose to the reader after their event. Also I love you 💚

Pairing: Peggy x Reader

Warning: nothing, lots of fluff

Period: Modern

A/N: So Rachel @hamimagines came to me with this really cute idea for a fic and it merged really well with the Olympics proposal request. I’m really excited about this one; it’s really cute. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I know nothing about the Olympics so bare with me.

This is super short but it’s going to be a series so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


You watched the game from the stands, a Schuyler sister on either side of you. The three of you were in Rio to support your girlfriend Peggy as she competed for the gold on the USA women’s softball team. Your leg jumped up and down as you watched her strike out batter after batter, the little box in your pocket felt like it was burning.

Angelica placed her hand on your knee, stopping your jittery movements. “It’s going to be fine. You know she’ll say yes.”

Your hands shook as you rubbed them over your face. “How can you be sure?”

Eliza spoke up from your other side with a smirk on her face, “I have a pretty good feeling that she will.”

The crack of a bat brought your attention back to the field. The ball was falling down over the pitchers mound. Peggy brought her glove up and it landed right in her palm. The three of you jumped up, cheering wildly. Peggy had just won the game for America. She was a gold medal Olympian!

Angelica poked your side. “It’s now or never.”

You nodded and made your way down to the field, trying to even your breaths. When Peggy saw you she grinned and sprinted to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing you. You smiled as you kissed her back and that gave you the confidence to do what you were about to do.

“Pegs?”

She smiled at you energetically, still high from her win. “Yeah, Y/N?”

You bit your lip as you sank down to one knee. You heard gasps all around you.

“Margarita Schuyler, I love you with everything I am. You know I’m not one of many words but, you make me happier than I could ever imagine and it would be amazing if I could wake up next to you every day. Will you marry me?” You opened the box to reveal an engagement ring.

Peggy threw her hands up, a, well, not ecstatic expression on her face. Your heart started beating faster, terrified that she would say no.

“I can’t believe this,” she said looking at you with a glare. “I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“I-what?”

You saw Eliza walk up from the corner of your eye and hand something to Peggy. It was a box. Like the one you were holding.

Peggy knelt down in front of you and opened it to reveal another engagement ring. “I was going to propose at dinner but apparently you couldn’t wait.” She grinned at you.

You laughed. “Is this really happening?”

Peggy smiled. “Well that depends. Y/N, will you marry me?”

You grinned and shot forward to kiss her. “Yes!”

With a laugh, you exchanged rings, sliding them onto the other’s finger, before standing to kiss each other again. You heard aw’s from everyone in the stadium and Peggy’s team ran forward to put both of you on their shoulders.

You saw Angelica and Eliza hugging each other, happy tears streaming down their faces as they recorded your proposal. Looking at Peggy, you couldn’t believe your luck.