and one of them is kenzi

You know what was the one thing Lost Girl got PERFECTLY?

The Bo/Kenzi relationship. There is and was no better brotp in television.

I mean…

Originally posted by orphanblackaddict

LOOK at these two.

Originally posted by kenzi-malikov

There are a lot of sisterly relationships on tv now, but none of them beat these two.

Originally posted by orphanblackaddict

KENZI IS BO’S HEART

Originally posted by akumatized

I’m never gonna stop fangirling over these two

i. I was five years old with big brown eyes and dark skin to match, with a wild mane of curls more sporadic than my catch-me-now mind. on my first day of school I met a blonde girl who had already lost her first tooth and she gave me a piece of candy every time I let her tie my shoes.
ii. seven years old, I knew what wasn’t considered normal but I knew that I didn’t want a boy holding my hand, I didn’t want a boy chasing me around on the playground, I didn’t want a boy pulling my hair and teasing me and calling me names. to this day I wasn’t sure if I didn’t like the boys or I didn’t like the abuse.
iii. sixth grade wasn’t a good time for anyone but everyone wasn’t twelve years old and sitting at a crossroad. one road was paved and prepped with flashing lights and directions; my entire life I’d learned how to navigate it in the darkness, through snow and storms and tears. the other avenue was scary and I knew I’d never return if I chose to stroll down that street.
iv. fifteen tally marks and fourteen names on the back of my journal. I was counting my age and I was listing the girls who had ever made me feel something. it’s not a feeling you learn about in schools. I became my own teacher and I corrected my own mistakes, my brain and my heart covered in a red ink pen for errors.
v. is there any right way to explain a love story? written words or whispers, the possibilities are endless. I’ll pack my pockets full of symbolism and begin to speak, metaphors littering my language like love notes that missed the garbage can. i started adding an s to the beginning of the character’s name and I never cared about the genre as long as I could tell the tale.
vi. she told me she wanted a setting sun and falling flower petals and dates that meant nothing engraved into her skin. I told her that whether she was a blank canvas or hanging in an art gallery, she would always be a masterpiece.
vii. I tie my own shoes now, and I don’t tend to frequent playgrounds but when I do, I climb to the top of the monkey bars all on my own and no one can reach me. I’ve learned how to make my own maps and I’m out of space on the back cover of my journal but I have empty novels waiting for what I have to say. I have allowed myself to grow and there is not one thing that I would shrink myself for.
viii. I love watching the sunset.
—  an eight part love story

string-cheese  asked:

keith is trans

this isn’t even a hc anymore it’s the word of god

  • he’s terrible when it comes to binding. he wears his binder way too much and falls asleep in it about once a week. everyone gets together to try and confiscate it during the nights but when keith finds out about it he gets just a bit too close to stabbing all of them 
  • he explains that he understands how bad it is, but the thought of not having his binder with him at all is terrifying. he does agree to try and fall asleep in it less, though
  • he started hormone replacement therapy about two months before they found the blue lion, so going into space where he wouldn’t have access to testosterone was really scary at first. but as it turns out, pidge is able to help him continue transitioning in space. she is literally a genius and no one knows how she did it but no one questions it since it works out
  • the first person he came out to was his dad, whose first response was literally “yeehaw!” 
  • keith didn’t know what he’d expected from his dad, but when he thought about it, that was really the only response imaginable for him. he was a little nervous at first but two days later his dad said “son, could get the phone?” and keith had never been more willing to pick up the phone before. he was 9 years old
  • the next time he came out to someone, it was to some of the friends he made before going to the garrison. he’d expected them to react just as his dad had, but it didn’t go so well. that was when he started to have attitude problems.
  • coming out at the garrison didn’t go as well as he wanted it to either, but he managed to get the word out that his name was keith. after a while, the instructors got used to calling him keith as well. none of this helped his attitude problem, though
  • there is a myth that the green paladin of voltron will electrocute anyone who misgenders him. this is not a myth. she will do it and she will not hesitate
  • the other paladins stick up for him too. if someone misgenders keith, hunk will burn their food. shiro will give them the death glare. lance purposefully annoys the hell out of them until they take it back. 
  • anyways keith starts to feel really supported and having friends is actually really cool? one night, while he’s giving his knife a bath (washing it) he smiles to himself because he really loves them and he could never have imagined having such supportive friends before
  • also red is extremely defensive of him. as we all know, you do not fuck with keith unless you want her to actually tear you apart for offending her son
Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part One}

Originally posted by obrienschicken

Words: 1976

Warnings: none really

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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Author’s Note: thanks to one of my favorites @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me :) Enjoy everyone!


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kcg4  asked:

Hi, I'll never say it enough I love your blog and your work, you all bring another perception of the functions and the types! I have a question about loop and grip what would be the difference between an INFP on a loop and an ENFP in a grip, and between an ENFP on a loop and an INFP in a grip?

You know how a four year old acts, right?

Tantrums. Uncontrolled emotions. Little concern for others. Kinda selfish, petty, and above all – immature.

Imagine that four year old never grows up. They stay four forever.

Now picture your inferior function as that four year old.

Grips are where your inner four year old comes out to play. There’s no other functions there. Just the four year old.

This should tell you the difference between a loop and a grip.

If your inferior is a four year old, your dominant is a wise old sage, and your auxiliary function is a semi-mature wizard-like soul, and your tertiary function is a semi-sane teenager.

So, when you’re having a grip, it’s the four year old.

When you’re looping, the wise old sage is yelling at the teenager to grow up.

Think about how a four year old might use Si or Te.

Inf-Si: NO CHANGE. I’M SCARED. I DON’T LIKE THAT COLOR. I’M DYING, BECAUSE I HAVE A TWINGE IN MY STOMACH, MOMMY.

Fi/Si-Loop: WHY DID I DO THAT FIVE YEARS AGO? I’M SUCH AN IDIOT. I AM STILL MAD ABOUT THAT, BUT I CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. WHY CAN’T I JUST MOVE ON? BUT NO, I WILL SIT HERE AND BROOD INSIDE MY MIND FOR THE NEXT 3 WEEKS AND DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Inf-Te: LOSER. YOU’RE MEAN. I CAN BE MEAN TOO. DOES NO ONE WORK AROUND HERE? YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I THINK OF YOU?

Ne/Te-Loop: I HAVE TONS OF IDEAS HOW TO ACHIEVE MY GOALS. BUT I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED. OOH, THIS IS AN EVEN BETTER IDEA. BUT NO, WAIT, I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE. I AM DOING TOO MANY THINGS. NO I CAN HANDLE IT. OF COURSE I CAN DO THAT. WAIT, THAT DEADLINE WAS TODAY? CAN I HAVE FIVE MINUTES? I’LL GET IT RIGHT OVER TO YOU. WHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE, BUT I TOTALLY ACED IT. HAHA, WAIT WHERE WAS I? WHEN WAS I HOME LAST? NO IDEA.

Don’t type yourself based on loops. It’s fairly common never to be in one, and if you are in one, that’s a bad place and you’re no good to either yourself or the world at large and need to get out of one, stat. 

Remember, in typing yourself and others:

ENFP: turns everything into a joke to deal with it.

INFP: does not do that.

What do Veronica Mars, Chloe Sullivan, Elizabeth Bennet, and Kenzi from Lost Girl have in common? They are all ENFPs. And they do… what? Wisecracks. Jokes. Cover up their feelings with smart-ass behavior, to avoid talking about how they got their feelings hurt. They don’t have to think about a comeback; they just have one. All the time. Instant wise-ass. You think that’s a character-driven myth? Think again. Ne-doms don’t need to pause to think. They do it on the fly, and 98% of them would rather amuse themselves or make you LOL than have a serious heart to heart conversation. They are hilarious. HELL-AR-IOUS.

Feelings? Pfft, what, you can’t take a joke? =P

Who doesn’t find life funny 24/7? INFPs. They have fun, sure, but life is way more serious, and intellectual, and deep than that. They will not shy away from those probing, heart to heart talks that give ENFPs hives. They are introverts. BIG CLUE: DEEP. DEEP. DEEP. FiNe deep. Freaking deep, okay?

Lemme give you an example of NFPs.

Scenario: Friend promises to take NFP somewhere, then doesn’t. NFP finds out she went with mutual friends instead. NFP does not ask if person forgot them (F), and…

INFP: Feels insulted. Spends some time truly FEELING. Decides based on those feelings whether to forgive and move on or shut down this friendship. Once they get past the hurt, their Ne kicks in and provides different reasons as to why or how they got left out, the person’s motives, etc., but they have to work through the hurt and feels first. And then they’re fine. But nobody is ever gonna do that to them again, or they’ll hear about it (inferior Te).

ENFP: Caught off guard, disappointed not be part of the group (extrovert). Dismisses their own feelings or laughs it off, while coming up with various reasons why they were left out (Ne-dom), and bouncing them off what is rational (Te) (well, I live a long way away; it would be inconvenient to invite me, I get it; gas money and all; if that’s the case, I’m not insulted, since it makes sense). Never speaks of it again, but might secretly feel insecure about it FOREVER (inferior Si).

- ENFP Mod

The Pact- Mitch Rapp AU (Part one)

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Mitch x OC (but really its totally @rememberstilinski cause i love her)

Words- 2,102

Warnings- None really, although since this is an AU, just know that this is not the Mitch you are used to seeing 

AN- so its been a while since i posted and i’m so very sorry, this is Part one to a my Mitch AU mini series and i hope y’all like it. I’m not too sure how I feel about this so some feedback would be greatly appreciated!!! also, thank you to the amazing @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me!!!!!

Originally posted by yaehl

“Who is that?” Mitch asked his friend, pointing at the attractive girl bending into a deep lunge, going in for a dig.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you talk to her after the game?” his friend, Alex responded, catching onto the fact that his friend was intrigued by the girl currently on the court.

“I mean, yeah, I could but I don’t want to seem all creepy.” he spoke, passing up the opportunity to talk to the captivating girl. His friend patted his shoulder, “ Your loss man.” Mitch somehow knew that he would get the chance to talk to her again. He wasn’t sure when or why he felt that way, he just did.

“Not that I’m complaining, by any means, but why did you even drag me to this? You know I’m not into volleyball, and neither are you, so what gives?” Mitch questioned his best friend.

“You see that girl down there, number 13, I’ve been talking to her for a couple weeks and she invited me. She told me to bring a friend so I wasn’t lonely and because what guy doesn’t like seeing girls in spandex?” Alex never took his eyes off of number 13, and Mitch, well, he never took his eyes off of 21, the girl who had so easily captured his attention.

“Yeah, I definitely have nothing against spandex.

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Lake Days with the Twins would include

• Leaving really really early so you can be on the water all day

• Swimming before unloading the boat

• Fighting over who gets to drive first

• Pulling an inflatable tube behind the boat and trying to make each other fall off

• Asking strangers if you all can borrow their jet ski

• Being salty about the strangers turning you down

• “LOOK AT THE FISH”

• Jumping off the boat when you wanted out of an awkward conversation (like any of the topics of today’s video😂)

• Pushing each other off of the boat

• “Bro, can we please ask them for their jet ski?”

• “No! What if they reject us too?”

• Boat selfies

• Sunglasses selfies

~

Ngl this one kinda sucked🤷‍♀️ whatever tho… requests are open my dudemanbroboiis!

cool-chameleonsoul  asked:

Question: I'm unsure if I'm ENFP, ESFP, INTJ, or INFP, I know I have extroverted thinking and introverted feeling but how do I know where to stack them in auxiliary, tertiary, or inferior function? Also, could you explain perceiving functions (Ne, Ni, Se, Si)to me in simple terms because I'm confused as shit. I feel like I'm an Ne user because I'm confused about my type but I'm not sure... HELP ME!!!! Please and thank you.

(Gif: Lost Girl. Kenzi, ENFP, and Bo, ESTP.)

If you are torn between three feeling types and one thinker type, the odds are you are a feeler. If you are even considering the possibility of being an extrovert, the odds are you’re an extrovert. ;)

Ne: from one idea comes the many (I change my mind based on new information and try different approaches and perspectives when one fails; people often find me inconsistent, since I can usually change my mind in the course of six paragraphs or in arguing one side – points for the other side naturally pop into my head to counter-act my argument) / Si: I take comfort in familiar things, places, and sensations and my ideas are based in personal experiences / familiarity. I can be sentimental or non-risk-taking.

Ni: from many ideas comes the one (I take a long time to reach an intuitive decision but then find it difficult to change course or change my mind once it is made up; I orient my decisions toward big picture thinking but also); Se: its (immediate impact, since I look for opportunities to act; I am eager for new experiences and can be risk-taking or even impulsive.

ENFP: I pursue intellectual topics, ideas, and thoughts at all times, tend to change topics and beliefs rapidly, am prone to reading between the lines as to people’s emotional motives, I have a decent understanding of what drives people emotionally, and prioritize moral decisions over detached ones (I ask, how will this impact the people I care about?); I struggle to know where to start in external organization, and long periods of intense focus on a single task or trying to retain details drains me.

ESFP: I focus on the here and now, with an emphasis on impacting and influencing my environment, often giving little thought to distant future events, other than in a central goal for myself that I think will probably pan out just fine. I act decisively on my feelings, I have a good grasp of my own emotions and other people’s, and I prioritize moral decisions over detached ones; I struggle to know where to start in external organization, and whenever I get depressed or stressed, I become fixated on a single future outcome that seems either out of reach or unavoidable.

INFP: I make moral judgments on information, which then influence my ability to innovate, change my mind, and read into people’s motives; my personal feelings / likes / dislikes / beliefs influence all my decisions; I will not even consider a perspective or approach that does not align with my ethics. I have good detail retention and am able to self-entertain, but finishing things and knowing how to organize my time for great efficiency and success is tough for me.

INTJ: I am very good at reading into information and drawing a (sometimes) accurate single perception from it, based in facts, and in articulating my facts with confidence; the idea of multiple interpretations once I have sorted through the information and reached a decision is repugnant to me; I prefer to go through many ideas in search of the single best one; as a result, I often struggle to change course mid-stream or when confronted with something I did not foresee. I base my decisions in rationality and proof, I often underestimate or sometimes devalue people’s emotional reactions to my words / decisions, and I suck at being in the moment.

- ENFP Mod

Ummm Kenzie said on her live that she wakes up snuggling Maddie and Jack basically saying Maddie and Jack sleep in the same area….like they are 14, how is that okay? I’m sorry, am I the only one tripping over this? I get he’s visiting and staying with them but it’s called a guest room. Also, Kenzie said they stay/sleep in a guest house at Lilias sometimes….I just can’t believe that the adults there are ok with that…of course the kids don’t think it’s a big deal but like…what the hell am I missing here?

Lost Girl: Mackenzie "Kenzi" Malikov [ENFP]

OFFICIAL* TYPING by thedarkmonarch

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Kenzi is fountain of random, yet essential knowledge. She’s survived on the streets for years as a result of her adaptability. Kenzi’s one-liners can diffuse many tense situations between the main cast. However, due to her need for stimulation, she doesn’t remain in one frame of mind for very long, which can grate on her friends.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Unlike the more openly emotional Bo, Kenzi keeps her emotions to herself. No-one can get a read on what she’s feeling. However, Kenzi has very strong convictions and morals that she would rather die than violate. She’s very vulnerable and empathetic to the suffering of others, particularly those who have been victimized.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): In spite of her lack of formal education, Kenzi is very smart. Her tricks and guile have not only kept her alive on the streets, but have solved quite a few cases that she and Bo have investigated. Kenzi’s not above being brutally honest with those who really need a kick in the pants to move forward.

Introverted Sensing (Si): Abused by her father, Kenzi prefers to keep her past under wraps. No-one knows much about her origins, until she tells them. This leads to uncomfortable moments when those close to her dig too deep.

*Mod Note: Changed to official because I know it’s correct. - ENFP Mod

Shoot your Shot Part 2 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by at-hannabunton

I didn’t think i would get this part up today because I’m busy with packing and moving for college but I had some spare time. Sorry again for the lack of Auston in this one. I do believe that he is in this one more but I’m working on part 3 now and I can say he’s in most of that one. Also I’m pretty sure it’s going to have more than 5 parts. I don’t know how many yet though.
Words: 1773
Warnings: Cursing, I think that’s it

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The first two periods were going great, for Toronto fans. Yes, I was wearing a Toronto jersey but you always have to go for your favourite team and right now mine was losing 2-1. Auston scored a goal and pointed in the direction of where me and Kenzie were sitting. She’s convinced that he was pointing at me but I know he was just celebrating the goal. The teams were both out shooting around before the third period started. Kenzie had made me go and get her food because she had to stay and see if Auston looked for me. I think she is a bit naive to think he’s actually looking at me. There’s 100’s of people here and about 40 around me for him to be looking at. He was probably looking at a friend or family member in the audience. I was making me way back with Kenzies’ food, almost at our seats when all of sudden I feel the worst pain I have ever felt in my eye. I ended up dropping all of the food while grabbing my eye. Kenzie came running up to me asking if I was okay.  

“I don’t know” I told her taking my hand off my eye seeing blood. Kenzie gagged at the site of my blood. She can’t handle blood very well.
“Oh my god! We have to get you to a hospital now, like right now!” She exclaimed, dragging me out of the arena and to her jeep “Put this on your eye and keep the pressure on it” She told me handing me a towel that one of the Leafs players gave her during the second period.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin it on you.” I asked her
“You know, you’re the only person I know that would rather bleed to death then ruin a god damn towel. Yes, I’m sure Logan! Now put it on your eye, I don’t want you losing an eye or anything.”

We made it to the hospital in record time. I got in to see a doctor right away because it’s an eye injury. The doctor came in to tell me about my eye and to fix it.

“Now your eye is fine, no permanent damage to the eye itself. As for the outer portion of your eye, you’re going to need stitches and you’re going to have one hell of a black eye in the morning. What did you say happened to it again?” The doctor asked starting to stitch around my eye.
“I actually don’t kno-” Kenzie cut me off.
“Her future husband was trying to hit a puck at the glass again but this time he hit it to hard and it went over the glass and hit her in the eye instead.” Kenzie told the doctor.
“Okay well he’s not my future husband, I never even talked to him before.” I explained.
“Well if some hockey player shot a puck at the glass at my girl I would think he had a thing for her. But if he tried to do it again and hit her in the eye like this, I would defiantly say he wanted her attention” The doctor said laughing.  
“See Logan! he gets its.” She told me, trying to high five the doctor in the process.
“Can’t high five you right now. A little busy.” He told her nodding towards my face.
“Anyways, Kenzie did you call my dad?” I asked.
“I didn’t have to, he already knew. He’s on the way, should be here soon.”
“How did he – Ouch-  know?” I said glaring at the doctor for hurting me
“I think he was watching the game and saw it. Also, it’s all over the internet already. You’re basically a meme now.” She said laughing
“Great, that’s exactly what I wanted…”

The doctor finished with my stitches and I went to go look in a mirror. My eye was already getting a nasty bruise. It’s going to be some much worse in the morning. I can’t lie though, all of the stitches and the black eye made me look like a bad ass if I’m going to be honest.
“So how many stitches do I have?” I asked the doctor
“17 in total, 8 on the one on the side and 9 on the one under your eye.” He explained
“You know what Log, you kind of look like a bad ass with your eye like that”
“I was just thinking that.” I told her laughing.
“Alright well were done here, you’ll have to come back in about a week/week and a half to get them out. I see you wear make-up so try and go make-up free until you get the stitches out. Or at least try from getting the make-up near your stitches.”
“Great more time for you to do my make-up!” Kenzie said a little to excitedly. I just rolled my eyes at her like usual.
“Thanks for making me look like a bad ass doc!” I say as I’m leaving the room
“Don’t thank me, thank your future husband for hitting with that puck” He says laughing.

Kenzie was still laughing at the doctors comment while we waited for my dad. I called him to ask him where he was because I thought he would have been here a lot sooner. He ended up getting stuck in all of the traffic from the game. I pulled out my phone to text my friends we were supposed to meet to tell them that I wouldn’t be there tonight and that we could it another night. They fully understood why I wouldn’t be there. Seeing as I never got to see how the game ended I decided to check twitter to see how they did. That was probably the biggest mistake ever. Somehow people found out who I was and were tweeting at me asking if I was okay, making fun of me, and sending me a bunch of memes of the puck hitting me.
“While isn’t this great…” I tell Kenzie as show her my twitter. She thought it was hilarious and went on her phone and retweeted a bunch of the memes.
“Hey will you take a picture of my eye? I want to put it on Instagram.”

It took her about 10 minutes to get the right picture. Apparently, the hospital had the worst lighting in the world and that’s why it took so long to get the picture. I say it was just her shitty picture taking abilities. My dad arrived right after she got a picture. Of course, he was freaking out and even went to go talk to my doctor. I told him everything the doctor told me but he insisted to go ask him and get told the exact same thing I told him. As soon as we made it home, and my dad stopped freaking out, I hopped in the shower and got ready for bed. I knew my eye was going to be sore tomorrow so I laid out some Advil and a bottle of water for the morning. I got under the covers and started scroll through some social media. Looking through the pictures Kenzie took I finally found one I wanted to post. Coming up with a caption is always the hardest part so I decided to keep it simple, ‘Thanks for turning me into a meme and a bad ass all at the same time @auston_matthews’. After locking my phone and putting it on the charger, I went to sleep.

I woke up with the world’s biggest headache. I took the Advil and laid back down until it went away or until it was more bearable. I checked my phone to see that it had blown up with notifications overnight. Most of them were from Instagram. Apparently having Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner and William Nylander follow you, and like and comment on your picture on Instagram does that.  
’@auston_matthews: Sorry about the eye but it does make you look like a bad ass’
’@marner_93: Not the way I would have picked to get a girl’s attention Aus but Logan you really do look like a bad ass. Suits you.’
’@williamnylander: Best looking bad ass I ever seen. Also, the memes about you are my favourite.’

I took a screenshot and sent it to Kenzie. She won’t see it till later because that girl sleeps until like 2 in the afternoon every day. Seeing as it was only 830, I decided to go for a run. I got changed into my workout clothes, grabbed my headphones and headed out. There were a few people looking at me when I ran. It was either because of my eye or because they saw me all over the internet. Everyone looking at me got a bit uncomfortable so I decided to end my run early. I stopped by the café where Kenzie works first and got some breakfast. They have the best coffee and bagels in Toronto, I swear. It was about 930 by the time I started to head home. There was a car I never seen before in my driveway. My dad was already at work and Mads was at preschool so I didn’t know who it belonged to. The windows were a very dark tint so I couldn’t see who was driving so I knocked on the window and they started to open the door. I backed up to give them enough room to get out. It was Auston fucking Matthews. At my house. In my driveway. Standing in front of me. “Okay Logan say hi or hey or hello or anything. Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Of course, that’s exactly what you’re going to do” I thought to myself just staring at him. Auston was the first to talk.

“Hey, sorry about the eye and I hope it isn’t weird that I showed up at your house” He said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head
“Not it’s okay but how did you find out where I live?” I asked him
“Well we have a friend of a friend in common and they told me when they saw it was you. I wanted to say sorry in person rather than over an Instagram comment. It felt more meaningful in person.”
“I understand, but thanks again, it isn’t that big of a deal. I know you didn’t try to give me a black eye on purpose.” I say laughing.
“Well I still feel absolutely terrible for what I did. Is there anyways I can make it up to you?” He asked me
“Actually, there is! Are you and a couple of the guys on the team busy today?”

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gif meme: Lost Girl + favorite platonic relationship (requested by anonymous) 

I haven’t hated you for a long time. You’re the only one that gets my predicament, Wolfie. And you make me laugh. 

I’ve decided to make a chart for families

okay, so, for MY IMAGINES

The Flash:

Barry has three kids (as of now): which are Tyler (the oldest, 16), little rambunctious Joey (he’s like 4, very wired) and baby Nora (she’s 6 months)

Cisco has one son, named Oscar (he’s about 7)

Caitlin has two kids: a son, Alex (he’s 9) and baby girl, Veronica (she’s barely 3 months)

Iris and Eddie, cuz I ship them, have four kids: Ashley (she’s 11), the twins, Jack and Kenzie (they’re 8) and Simone (she’s 2)

Wally has a daughter, Rosie (she’s 3)

Glee

Sebastian has two kids(right now): Logan (he’s 10) and a baby on the way

Kurt and Blaine have one son, Dylan (he’s 3)

Rachel and Finn/Jesse have three kids: Mariana (she’s 13), Collin (he’s 9) and Carrie (she’s 6)

Brittany and Santana have two kids: Tyler (he’s 7) and Lindsey (she’s 4)

Marley and Jake have one daughter, Lydia (she’s 1)

anonymous asked:

Could you write a poem about that moment when you realise you can trust someone with your heart?

The last time 
I gave someone my heart
it ended in a war
that left me with scars
I vowed to never trust anyone
with my heart again 
Putting up walls to protect it
but you see 
overtime the way you loved me
I started to lower my defences 
and you even kissed my scars 
making them somehow disappear 
and I found myself one day 
saying I love you too 
and I knew in that moment 
my heart now belonged to you

- kenzie lawson

Jack Kelly doesn’t keep much of his art private.
On the contrary, he’s proud of what he does and proud to show it off. There’s are paintings as sketches hanging up all over his apartment and given as gifts to friends and family. He never minds explaining what a certain one means to him, why he chose a certain color, how exactly he decided to highlight a certain piece of a larger artwork.
No, Jack Kelly is far from shy about most of his art.
But one sketchbook is hidden away. Under his mattress, or hidden in a sock drawer, or tucked behind all his other sketchbooks, just kept out of sight of people other than him and his boyfriend.
And in that sketchbook are some of the most intimate moments of his life.
Crutchie sleeping softly, the blankets only just covering him.
His family, together for a holiday.
Eventually, his wedding day, the morning after with Crutchie curled into his side.
Their daughters sleeping soundly, or watching a movie with Crutchie sitting on the floor with them.
The cat on top of Rosie’s head, Kenzie with a paintbrush tucked behind her ear.
Some drawings are just too intimate, too close to Jack’s heart, too able to show exactly how he sees his world, to be shown off.
So that sketchbook stays tucked away.

What He Loves About You

A/N Hello! So turns out I have a few old ones I never posted (I tried to space them out and forgot about them) so yay! And bonus it has Josh and Ang in it too! ~Kenzie

Ryan: your laugh. Its been said that he has the best laugh in the band, and yours is equally adorable. As soon as he heard you laugh he knew you were perfect for him. He absolutely loves it and will never miss a chance to make you laugh.

Josh: your hair. He loved how soft it was and how perfectly it framed your face. It look perfect when you styled it, but he loves it best when it’s messy, and especially when you dye it different colors.

Devin: your confidence. It’s no secret that Devin has a flair for the dramatic, and he loves getting personal on his tumblr. Knowing that you’re confident enough to join him in his weird antics and let him post about your sex life, he knew your relationship was built to last.

Ricky: Your intelligence. You’re a student, and while you’re not the top of your class, you love your major and you’re constantly studying. He’s always walking in to. Find you surrounded by books, some you’re reading for fun. He loves helping you study or whenever you think of something you learned in class and tell him about it. He loves how much you care about learning.

Vinny: Your taste in music. Being a fan of MIW he didn’t expect that you’d also love some of his favorite pop artists, but you did. The two of you would randomly jam out to Ariana Grande in the car, and you were always willing to listen to and help him with his music. The two of you were basically playlist soulmates.

Angelo: Your creativity. You never thought you were very good at art, but you still loved creating things. Whether it was making clothes, art, writing, or cooking, you loved to make things. Ang especially loved finding little doodles around the house. They always made him smile, and some even inspired his tattoos.

Chris: Your nails. You always have killer nail art, and you do it all yourself. You’ll sometimes do each nail different and he’s always amazed by the amount of detail you put into each one. People always stop and ask where you got them done, and Chris always tells them it was you, because he loves bragging about you.

Bondage And Love

Kenzy was almost due but that didn’t stop her from feeling aroused just by seeing Harry. She still gets wet at the thought of him caressing her skin and the feeling of his body against her body. She enjoyed the occasional rough affectionate love Harry would offer but she couldn’t help but think of something much more darker.

Harry was in the living room, and Kenzy was in her room laying down on the bed. “Harry? babe can you come here?” Harry gets up to go check on Kenzy, “Coming Love”.

Harry opens the door, “How are you feeling Love?” Kenzy smiles,“ I’m doing fine babe, I just wanna talk about something.” Harry sits on the bed, “ What’s the matter Love?” Kenzy blushes, “I wanna try something new.” Harry looks at her ,“As in??” Kenzy says,“ Babe I wanna be tied up and spanked sometimes.” Harry smirks and chuckles,“
You’re a naughty little girl aren’t yeh?”

He gets off the bed and goes to the night stand where he finds a rope long enough to tie her up with. He turns around and tells her, “Sit up now.” She does as told and he begins tying her ankles and wrists with the rope. Then he starts removing his belt,“you want me to be more rough, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”

He sits on the bed and places her over his lap. Kenzy moans a little as she feels Harry getting hard. He uses his finger to rub her pussy only to get more moans from her,“This is only the beginning don’t cum”

He picks his hand up and slaps her ass,“You like that?”. He removes the tape from her mouth, “ohhh you want another one??” He slaps her again. “Daddy I love it, I’m ready to give you a blowjob”. He puts her on the floor and pulls down his pants,his cock was very hard.

Her eyes grew wide from seeing his cock. Harry smirked,“ Like what you see eh? Why don’t you come here and show Daddy what you want to do to his cock.” He gets closer to her. She struggles to get his cock onto her mouth. Harry guides her,“ Come on Love be very nasty I wanna see spit coming from your mouth while you suck me”. Kenzy moans and bobs her head keeping her eyes on Harry. She stops to swirl her tongue on the tip and goes back down his shaft “Fuck yeah Baby girl.”

He grabs her breast fingering her nipples only to earn a loud moan from her,“ Alright Love it’s your turn to feel good.” He gets down on his knees and sucks her nipples,“Daddyyyy!!!” Harry grabs her butt and slaps it, “Get on all fours and put your ass in the air”. Kenzy does as told.

Harry teases her entrance from behind, “wow you’re so wet”. He rubs his cock in circles around her entrance,“ Mhmmmmm Daddyyyyy!” He slowly pushes himself inside, both of them moaning at the same time. Harry starts to move in and out,whispering dirty words in her ear. She
continues moaning,“ Daddy fuck me numb” Harry begins thrusting faster until he sees blood,“Love are you ok??” Kenzy continues grinding on him,“ Daddy don’t stop make me cum” Harry continues thrusting harder and faster, “I love seeing you helpless and tied up while I’m fucking you”