and paul you are so adorable

(( ok ok so I know I have been AFK so here’s Paul! Paul the Penguin is the Messanger and Recruiter Director of Shadow Watch. He’s a bit of a grump but is fair to all, he is also the group’s impersonator and infiltrator to recruit new members when older members retire. He loves plays, and to act as others just for fun. He dislikes being late, call short and getting called anything that is ‘cute’ because he’s a penguin. He is the Tarot of the Hierophant. ))

Live-Action TF2 Casting: NPCs

Ashly Burch as Miss Pauling

I had a lot of trouble finding someone initially who I thought would be good for this role. I have an issue with the dull sameness I see in most young, pretty actresses, but then someone suggested the lady who’s Miss Pauling’s actual voice actor, and it was like YES OF COURSE. She’s adorable and perfect!

Ellen McLain as The Administrator

Going off of the logic of using Ashly Burch for Miss Pauling, I thought the Administrator’s VA would also be a likely fit for the screen! Her voice is so integral to the character that the thought of having someone else imitate her is just distasteful to me. All you’d really need is good make-up and wardrobe.

Sirs Ian McKellen & Patrick Stewart as Blutarch & Redmond Mann

CAN YOU EVEN FUCKING IMAGINE. I wanna see these guys have a ridiculous slapfight over gravel. They’d ham it up so good.

Sir Anthony Hopkins as Gray Mann

This is the dude to play the creepy brother, for sure! It’s ANTHONY HOPKINS. Do I really need to justify myself here?

Nathan Jones as Saxton Hale

Saxton Hale is a larger-than-life adventure man, so I went with another wrestler, possibly the largest Australian man alive today. He’s 6′11″ (2.11m), and he definitely has the chops to handle such an over-the-top character. He was in Mad Max: Fury Road, for god’s sake!

Gwendoline Christie as Maggie

I knew I needed someone who’d be able to stand next to Nathan Jones without being completely dwarfed by him, if their relationship were to feel believable. I finally settled on Gwendoline Christie because I know she’d be able to handle it, having enjoyed her as Brienne of Tarth on Game of Thrones. Not Australian, but I’m sure she can fake it.

Laura Prepon as Zhanna

Okay, hear me out. First off, once again I needed a taller actress if she wanted to be believable as Heavy’s sister. My pick is 5′10″ (1.78 m) tall, which was the minimum for me. I also just have a real soft spot for this actress because I watched so much of her on That 70′s Show back when it was airing. I’m certain she could do Zhanna justice, including a suitably exaggerated Russian accent. You’d also need her to bulk up a bunch, put on some extra fat and muscle, but that’s pretty reasonable, right?

(Oh, and she’s not so young that I’d be grossed out watching her kiss my Soldier pick, Randy Couture.)

Christopher Lloyd as Merasmus

Like with Zhanna, a lot of my reasoning for this pick comes down to personal affection, but how perfect is this guy, for real? He’s awesome at doing both serious & creepy and histrionic comedy roles, which is exactly what you need for a powerful yet somehow incompetent ancient, screechy wizard.


Anyway, those are all my picks. I could go deeper, but I nailed all the important ones. Go look at the #casting tag on my blog if you want to see all of the actors I picked, aside from these guys. I put way too much thought into it!

Never felt so outraged on behalf of the Twins ever before.
I am tearing up out of frustration, that’s how upset and angry I am!

THE TWINS DESERVE IT. THEY WORK HARD, THEY RESPECT AND ADORE THEIR FANS, THEY ARE ADMIRABLE, ROLE MODELS, RESPECTABLE, HUMBLE AND ACTUALLY PUT UP A CLEAN IMAGE

And instead

YOU FUCKTARDS GIVE AN AWARD LIKE CHOICE YOUTUBER TO JAKE THE SNAKE?

SO YOUR CHOICE OF YOUTUBE ENTERTAINMENT IS SHAMELESS RACISM, MISOGYNISTIC BEHAVIOUR (Jake literally shoved Tessa because he got mad) AND SOMEONE SO SELF OBSESSED THAT HE HAS HAS NO DECENCY OR RESPECT FOR ANYONE

Paul Lahote x Reader: “Jealousy”

Originally posted by tistai

Originally posted by ilsilenziodellasuatristezza

Idea: The reader and Paul make up after a blowout caused by Paul’s jealousy. Requested by imagine-luver.

Author’s Note: As of this morning, I have the flu. I know I’m not on my A-game, so if you aren’t satisfied with what I’ve written, I can certainly rewrite it or write something else when I am feeling better.

Word Count: 1,055

Paul had a temper and everyone knew it. Although you loved your hot-headed imprint, his possessiveness could be extremely overbearing. Most of the time, you adored how defensive he was about you, even if it was a bit domineering; it made you feel protected and cared for. Often, you didn’t really care that other guys avoided you. Not only were you not interested in anyone besides Paul, but you were also always around the pack. They had grown to be your second family and he didn’t care whether or not you were around them.

This time, however, it was different. Said guy was supposed to be your partner for a project worth 25% of your grade; the teacher had chosen everyone’s partners. After he brushed off your initial attempts to set up a time and place to work on the project, you had demanded to know what the problem was. His face and neck turned a bright shade of red before he managed to stammer out Paul’s name. Realization dawning on you, you assured him that Paul would understand that you two were just working on a project for school, and although he didn’t look completely convinced, with a lot of reassurance from your end, he agreed to meet you at the public library to work on it.

All went well, and by the end of your session at the library, you two would only need to meet one more time to get the whole thing finished. You felt much less stressed about the project, and your good mood showed when you were hanging out at Emily’s house the next morning.

Everyone was gathered in the small space of Emily’s kitchen. You were sitting on Paul’s lap, leaning your head on his shoulder and running your nails up and down his back the way you knew he liked.

“You’re affectionate today, sweetness.” He whispered in your ear, eliciting a shiver of delight from you. Before you could answer, however, Brady, one of the younger wolves, spoke.

“Maybe it has something to do with her new boyfriend.” Though he was clearly joking, a wide smile on his face, everyone in the room immediately stiffened, including Paul. He wasn’t one to take this kind of joke well. Or, you assumed he wasn’t; no one had ever been stupid enough to try before this.

What did you just say?” Paul said through gritted teeth, and Brady froze instantly, the smile wiped from his face. You could feel small tremors begin to ripple through his body.

You were off his lap in a second, much to your dismay. He was shaking and advancing towards Brady menacingly.

Say that again, pup.” He growled at Brady, whose face was now as white as a sheet.

“Paul, calm down. I already told you that I was at the library working on that big project with my partner yesterday.” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair. He shrugged you off, whipping around to face you. It seemed as though the damage was already done. You sighed, mentally. He was such a hothead.

How convenient that you failed to mention that your partner was a guy.” He spat, tremors now ripping violently throughout his body. You felt as though someone had slapped you in the face. The implications of what he was suggesting caused a lump to form in your throat.

“If that’s what you really think then you clearly don’t know me at all, Paul.” You said, hurt seeping into your voice. A look of pain flashed in his eyes once he realized his words had wounded you. He quickly backed out of Emily’s front door and phased, the devastation in your voice the final straw responsible for his transformation.

You hadn’t seen him since the incident this morning; it was now well into the evening. You and the other pack members were at the beach, huddled around a bonfire. Everyone else was joking around, carefree and happy, while you sat there miserably.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure he’ll be back soon, begging for forgiveness.” Emily said, nudging you and giving you a small smile. You appreciated the gesture, but her kind words did nothing to lighten your mood.

You stopped paying attention to the pack, choosing instead to watch the purples, yellows, oranges, and reds that streaked the sky as the sun set. Occasionally, Paul’s distraught expression would flash in your mind and your chest would ache.

What seemed like an immeasurably long amount of time passed before you felt warm arms wrap around you from behind.

“What are you doing sitting all alone, sweetness?” Paul’s deep voice said in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Waiting for my boyfriend. Though, apparently, I’ll take whoever is the most convenient.” You felt him stiffen at your words, though it was only for a second before he was lightly rubbing his nose against your neck.

“He sounds like a real dumbass.” He murmured, still nuzzling your neck. God, it was hard to think when he was doing that.

“Oh, he is. But I love him anyway.” You said, grinning and turning to face him, your smile letting him know that you had forgiven him.

He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, his dark chocolate eyes burning into yours. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He said, his expression the most sincere you had ever seen it.

“It’s alright, Paul. Really.” You said, cuddling up to his warmth. His expression darkened, and you frowned; that was the opposite of what you wanted to happen.

“It’s not. When I get mad I sometimes, you know, I say things I don’t mean and—”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Baby. I forgive you.” He smiled widely, and you felt all the tension between the two of you melt away. You went in for another kiss.

“You two are so disgusting.” Jared called, his mouth half full.

“Chew with your mouth shut.” Paul replied, still smiling.

You two sat like that for a while, watching what remained of the sunset, taking comfort in one another. He murmured sweet nothings in your ear until your eyelids began to grow heavy.

“Just so you know, the project isn’t done. We have to meet at least one more time.” You said, yawning.

“Great, name the time and place and I’ll be there.”

Paul.”

4

I’m Your Lady.. And You Are My Man - A Trio of DickKory Playlists

Because I have too much free time, I decided to make a DickKory playlist. It kind of got out of hand… so I made three…

Please send help.

Playlist 1: And She Was - Dick Grayson’s Playlist (Spotify Link; Running Time - 57mins)

Playlist 2: I Do Adore - Koriand’r’s Playlist (Spotify Link; Running Time - 52mins)

Playlist 3: All I Ask of You - A Duet Playlist (Spotify Link; Running Time - 54mins)

Cover Art is taking from the 2016 Starfire mini-series, but I honestly don’t remember which issue.

So, without further ado, enjoy the music!

Track Listings:

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3

you sat your phone on the coffee table and sat up in your sofa, looking out of the window at the small drops of water that fell from the gray and cloudy sky. the day was a drag, you didn’t really like rainy weather. you loved when the sun was out and the weather was at a comfortable degree. those were the days that you spent smiling and actually feeling like yourself.

for the whole day, you were lonely. you were lonely because yugyeom was busy with work and couldn’t talk to you. none of your friends were available to come over or even talk to you because of school or work. you were bored out of your mind.

literally, there was nothing on tv..what the hell could you watch on a sunday?

you tried to do a whole bunch of different things to resolve the problem, but nothing worked. you tried doing your hair, reading a book, taking a nap, playing a game on your phone, etcetera.

you felt like a vegetable.

“y/n?” yugyeom’s voice invaded your thoughts. you didn’t even notice his arrival. “hey baby.” he sat down beside you and pecked your lips. he put the tray of cups down and reached in the bag that he brought with him, pulling out a lunch platter. seeing that it was your favorite meal made your eyes light up..but you barely smiled.

you watched him as he grabbed the remote and got onto netflix. from the direction that he was going, you could tell that he was trying to find a cartoon/childhood movie.

“hmm you see anything?” he turned to you.

“can we watch toy story?” you slightly smiled, remembering when it first came out and how it influenced you to watch your toys to see if they’d move. it was your favorite movie.

“you’re so cute.” he chuckled and rubbed your thigh causing you to actually smile. yugyeom saw this which made him smile too. “aye y/n is smiling!” he poked your cheek.

“yeah yeah..” you lightly giggled.

he turned to the movie and grabbed the table, pulling it closer so that the food would be in reach. “hear you go my beloved chris brownie.” he jokingly said as he handed you a pair of chopsticks.

“okay yugyeom we’re gonna have to fight for that one.” you laughed.

“what? what’s wrong with that nickname?” he asked.

“everything.” you said which only earned you a pout from him. you grabbed his chin and turned his face to yours. you softly kissed his lips and you longed it. before he could bite your lip and enter your mouth with his tongue, you backed up.

“did you make me come over here just so you could bully me?” he pretended to wipe away tears.

“of course not..” you put all of your focus back on the food and began eating.

yugyeom on the other hand, decided to just stare at you. he adored the way you ate with chopsticks. since you were foreign, it just looked impressive. but since you were his girlfriend, it looked cute and impressive.

“baby why aren’t you eating?” you asked, getting a little worried.

“oh.. me?”

“no..i was talking to paul over there- duh yugyeom you!” you laughed and shook your head in disbelief. he could be a little slow at times.

“you’re not sad anymore right?” he changed the subject.

you looked out the window behind you and noticed that it was still pouring. “i’m not sad thanks to you but now i feel kind of…gloomy.”

like the weather?” he was assuming since he saw you look out of the window.

like the weather.” you nodded.

*

you and yugyeom finished up the food and lied back on the couch…but of course, that didn’t last.

he tugged on the sleeve of your sweater. “come here”

you two were cuddling, watching the second toy story movie and halfway asleep. he was basically the big spoon. he had his arm over you and he lied his head on the top of yours. you on the other hand, were the little spoon. you were surrounded by his warmth which put you on the verge of dozing off. a couple of minutes later, you did.

“baby?” yugyeom spoke lowly. when you didn’t respond and started to lightly snore, a small smile appeared on his face. you were adorable.

he got up and turned off the tv, while picking you up bridal style in the process. he carried you to your bed, tucked you in and pecked your lips. he started for the door but ending up stopping in his tracks once you called out to him.

“can you stay with me?”

of course with him being hella soft for you, he decided to stay. “okay y/n.” he reached in one of your drawers where he kept some of his stuff and pulled out a pair of shorts to change in for comfort. after he changed, he climbed in behind you and pulled you closer to him. you both quickly fell asleep, with the help of the rain.

Preference: You Steal Their Clothes

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Warnings: Cursing and allusions to sex

Rick Grimes

“Y/n, is that my shirt?” Asked Rick as you walked into your shared cell in the prison block. You looked down, realizing that is actually was his shirt. Not thinking about it earlier that morning, you had put it on before going out to the fence for walker control.

“Uh, yes. It is.” You reply awkwardly as Rick raked his eyes across your body. “You can have it back if you want,” you say, reaching to pull it off.

“No, it’s fine. You can keep it. It looks good on you.” Then Rick smirks. “On second thought, you’re right. Take it off. It would look better on the floor.”

Negan

Negan had gone to Alexandria for a few days to gather supplies and try to shut down any rebellious behavior, leaving you all alone in the large room the two of you usually shared. For once, he had forgotten to grab his signature leather jacket, leaving it laying on the back of a chair just begging for you to try it on.

You put on the jacket although it was much too big for you, enjoying as Negan’s scent surrounded you and invaded your nose. You sighed, a wave of longing rushing over you as you thought of Negan. It had only been a couple of days, but after being used to seeing him every day you missed him. Real bad.

As if answering your thoughts, the door to the room swung open, revealing the love of your life standing there with Lucille on his broad shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home,” said Negan sarcastically, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. He smiled immediately at how adorable you were. The sleeves of his jacket went plenty past your hands, and you must not have known how to properly zip the thing because somehow it had become crooked.

“So,” you said slowly. “You’re home early.”

“Well, I wanted to come home and surprise you. And damn, it looks like you’ve been missing me anyway.” Said Negan with a smirk.

“Yea, I did.” You replied, not even bothering to deny or beat around the bush.

“You look fucking fuckable in my clothes. You should wear them more often.” Said Negan as he held you in his arms, pressing you against his firm chest.

“Well then I guess I will.”

Daryl Dixon

When Daryl got into the shower, leaving his sleeveless leather jacket in his bedroom, you couldn’t help but put it on. After being friends for years, you had developed a crush on the man and no way in hell were you going to deny yourself the one chance you had to wear his clothes without him knowing.

You put on the jacket although it was a bit large, turning around in the mirror to admire the wings on the back. So absorbed in the rush of putting on the garment, you didn’t hear the water stop. You also didn’t hear a certain someone’s feet padding back to their bedroom. You did, however, hear somebody slam into the doorframe.

“Shit Y/n, what are ya doin’ in here?” Asked Daryl, using one hand to rub his shoulder, and the other to hold up the towel wrapped around his waist. You blushed deeply and turned around, shielding your eyes with your hand although you were tempted to turn back around to face him.

“I, uh, just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on that three-day run with me. If you come, I don’t have to bring Spencer.” You said awkwardly, embarrassed that he had caught you. Hopefully, this wasn’t enough for him to catch on to your feelings for him.

“Of course, that guys an ass. But first, is that my jacket?” He asked intrigued, although he obviously already knew the answer.

“Yea. I’m sorry, it was just sitting there and I-”

“Don’t apologize.” He said. “It looks cute on you.” You froze. Did Daryl just flirt with me? The Daryl Dixon? “And Y/n, you can turn back around now.”

You turned to see that he had put a pair of jeans on, but his chest he had left bare. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Daryl shirtless, but it still made your face blush profusely. Quickly shrugging off the jacket and handing it to him, you walked out of the room.

Is there any chance he likes me back?

Glenn Rhee

Rummaging through your closet in Alexandria that you shared with your husband for a pair of clean shoes, you found an old treasure. Holding it up you smiled, memories of how you met Glenn leaving Atlanta flooding your mind. He was wearing this hat then, and for months you were almost certain that he slept in it too. You didn’t know why he quit wearing it; but if he wasn’t going to, it might as well get some use.

“Glenn!” You yelled at your husband happily after searching the town. He excused himself politely from his conversation with Eugene, rushing over to you.

“Y/n, you found my hat!” He said with a smile. 

“Yes, I did.” You said, returning the smile. “Is there any reason it was hidden at the bottom of our closet?”

“No, it just ended up there after I quit wearing it I guess. That thing hasn’t gotten to see the light of day in a while.” Glenn bent down to kiss you, but only succeeded in bumping his face against the bill of the cap. “Y/n, don’t get me wrong. You look absolutely adorable right now. But if I can’t kiss you, you can’t get to comfortable with this hat.”

Abraham Ford

Sitting in the train car at Terminus, there wasn’t a whole lot to protect you from the outside temperatures. Through the drilled-in airholes, both hot and cold air seeped in. As the weather got colder, the train car followed suit. As someone that got cold rather easily, this was a problem for you. However, being in such a confined space meant that you could not hide the fact that you were cold very easily.

“Darlin’, I know you want to be tough and all. But you look like you are fucking freezing.” Said Abraham. You huffed, looking down at your feet . No point in denying the obvious.

“Yes, Abe. I’m cold. But what do you want me to do about it? I’m sorry, but we haven’t exactly got many options in here.” You say snappily, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm up.

“Well, I actually have a jacket with my if you want it.” He said, rather soft compared to his normal tone which was quite out of character for him.

“But Abraham, I didn’t even know you before we got trapped in here together. Isn’t that a it forward?” You say teasingly.

“Well baby, I’m all about being forward with pretty women.” He said in reply, making you blush.

“Then don’t take this the wrong way, but could I borrow it? I don’t usually do this but it doesn’t seem like a bad offer.” You say quietly.

“Well sure baby. If you don’t usually do this, then I guess I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He says with a smirk, ending a great start to a beautiful friendship and relationship.

Carl Grimes

Y/n, have you seen my-” Said Carl, walking into the room. “Nevermind.” he said as he found what he was looking for, right there on your head. His sheriff’s hat his dad had given him at the farm.

“Looking for something, Grimes?” You ask teasingly,smiling up at your boyfriend.

“Well I was, but you look way cuter than I do in it. Keep the hat for a while L/n, it suits you.” And with a smirk, Carl was back out the door again.

King Ezekiel

Y/n,” said your husband Ezekiel as he entered your shared bedroom. “Is that my coat that you are wearing?”

You laughed in return, smiling and nodding your head. He giggled back, smiling wide. Although a bit childish, his reaction made your heart melt at how cute he was.

“Well my dear, you look absolutely stunning as always.” He said, smiling and wrapping his arms around your frame. “But I need our help in the garden. We don’t know what to do with the onions, they weren’t planted deep enough and we can see small ones popping through the dirt.”

“Well, we can’t have any tiny onions popping through, can we?” You respond with a giggle.

“Y/n, my queen, I adore you.”

“I adore you too my king.”

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

“How could you do this?” Said Jesus, feigning sadness. 

“I’m so sorry boo. But I had to.” You say in return, also feigning solemnity.

“How could you steal my beanie, Y/n?” He says, trying hard to not break and crack a smile.

“Because it just looks so cute on me. See?” You say, smiling and pointing at yourself. At this, Paul couldn’t help but mile at how adorable you were.

“Well, I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Damn right you can’t.”

Dwight

Dwight-y boy, I saw that girl of yours today.” Said Negan, walking up to Dwight in the hallway.

“Oh?” Said Dwight, confused as to why Negan was bringing you up. 

“Yea. So did you guys fuck last night?” Asked Negan, not bothering who heard what he was saying. Dwight nearly choked.

“What!?” He asked, stunned and confused.

“She was wearing one of your fucking shirts. I assume she stayed the night at your place then, so logically you guys ‘did the dirty’,” said Negan, making lewd gestures with his hands.

“Woah, no way Negan. Nothing like that. We were watching a movie and she crashed on the couch.” Replied Dwight.

“Well that’s a shame, she’s hot as shit.” Said Negan, reminding Dwight of what happened with Sherry and making his blood boil. Looking past Negan’s words, Dwight calmed himself down.

“Was she really wearing my shirt?” Asked Dwight, as you had left before he woke up this morning.

“Hell yes, Dwight. So you better make a fucking move, or I will.” Said Negan, raising his eyebrows.

“You can fucking count on it boss.”

Simon

Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Asked Simon, eyeing you as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Oh, what ever could you mean?” You teased playfully, playing with the hem of his button-up that you had layered over your t-shirt.

“I think you’ve got an idea.” He said, smirking. “You look real hot though, so you’d better wear that thing all day.” Simon pulled you towards him, grabbing your ass and getting close to your ear, whispering, “this way everybody knows that you belong to me.”

Merle Dixon

“Well shit girl, you’re lookin’ damn fine today.” Said Merle as he looked you up and down, taking in how sexy all of your curves looked today. “Say, where’d you get that shirt?”

“Your drawer.” You said nonchalantly, knowing that the sight of you in his t-shirt and panties in the morning was making him excited.

“Well, I might just have to tell the governor that I’m going to be a bit late today so that I can teach you a lesson about stealing my stuff.” Said Merle, pressing up behind you, making your breath hitch. You felt how excited he was, exciting yourself even more.

“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to show me how bad I’ve been then.”

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Unknown territory

Originally posted by theshapeshifterss

Fandom: Twillght
Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader
Word Count: 2.421

Requested by Anon:  On the Paul imagine I have an idea where he of course imprints on the reader but he’s scared to tell her but she makes him made by saying she like one of the others so he admits it. Is that OK?

A/N: Hey sweety! Here is your Paul Imagine. I tried to write it  a little different so …. I hope it came out alright :) Enjoy!. 


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Kids in Love

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

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Do you ever think about how crazy it is that we’re only 18?“

Shawn was running his callused finger tip up and down my arm as we laid in bed, wearing only our underwear and laying above the sheets in the blue darkness. I was laying just under his arm, avoiding contact with him because of the heat but wanting to stay as close as I could. His finger on my arm was the only place our skin met. I looked up to him with his words, then back to the ceiling fan whirring in nearly invisible circles.

"What do you mean?” I asked, wanting to hear his thoughts. Shawn paused.

“I don’t know. Besides you, I’m surrounded by people older than me, you know? I just feel like a baby sometimes.” He said softly. I spent a minute to take in what he was saying.

“I know what you mean. We’re only 18, out of- what, probably 85 years? That’s barely any time at all. There’s so much left.” I replied.

“But at the same time, around Aaliyah, I feel so old, you know? Thinking back to when I was her age feels like forever ago. I used to think 18 year olds had everything figured out, their whole lives. They were grown-ups to me.” Shawn said, “And now I’m 18, and I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve got a steady career, but it’s a crazy career, you know? It’s unreliable. Pop singers don’t stay successful forever. They fade and then pop up again in twenty years on Oprah’s ‘Where are They Now’… I don’t even know if I want all of this forever anyway. I mean- I love it and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, and I’ll definitely be playing music all my life, but… I don’t know.”

“I understand, Shawn. I know what you mean.” I replied. Shawn shifted and turned on his side to face me.

“You do? You don’t think I’m being ungrateful?” He asked. I smiled and turned to face him, too.

“You’re not ungrateful, Shawn. You’re human, and you worry about things from time to time.” I said honestly. Shawn chewed his lip.

“I don’t like having such an uncertain future. Popular music could shift like the wind, and maybe everyone will just dump me, you know? I’ll be out of work.” He said. I ran my thumb across his bottom lip.

“Shawn, your fans adore you. And I understand where you’re coming from. Popular music used to be the Beatles or Elvis and now it’s so different. But that took 40 years to change, Shawn. And Paul McCartney is still working and people still love him, right?” Shawn nodded faintly. “I know in my heart that wherever life takes you, you will be successful. I know it.” I insisted. Shawn closed his eyes briefly.

“My parents were 26 when they got married.” He said, changing the topic. “That’s so young. But at the same time, 26 is so far away, you know? If 26 is young, then being 18 is even younger.” He said, his eyes slowly studying every inch of my face as I watched his eyes. “And I know that we’re going to get married. Undoubtedly. I know that if you let me, I will love you for the rest of my life. But we’re only 18. I feel like I have feelings for you that 18 year olds are too young to have, you know?” I closed my eyes for a moment as my chest swelled. I loved this boy.

“I do know, Shawn.” I told him sincerely. The flicker of a smile crossed his face.

“But what if I’m wrong, and we’re just kids in love?” He asked nervously searching my eyes. I smiled and kissed him.

“Shawn, if we’re just kids in love, then I don’t ever want to grow up. I’m so deeply and wholeheartedly wrapped in love for you.” I told him once we parted. Shawn smiled, keeping his eyes closed.

“I am too, Y/N. I am too.”

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Title: Newest Attention To The Family

Summary: the family throws a birthday party for baby reader

Chapter 4

A/n: the text version of this would load

Warning: mentions of Volturi
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Today was the day that the Cullen/Hale family would celebrate the birthday of (Y/n) Grace Cullen/Hale, since Carlisle confirmed that she was but a few weeks old they decided on having that they would celebrate her being well just a few weeks old. Even though it was odd to most for celebrating a baby being only a few weeks old the Cullen/Hale family didn’t seem to mind at all.

Sending two teams out to get the stuff ready for the party they sent Jasper with Alice and the new parents out, Rosalie and Emmett, but Rosalie already being attached didn’t wanna leave (y/n) home if she wasn’t there but after some convincing from Esme and Bella she knew her daughter was in safe hands.

Still having a nagging feeling in her gut Bella assured Rosalie it was just her being worried for her child as any new mother would be for their kid, nodding the four Cullen/Hale’s drove off in their cars/jeeps and hit town to go get some things.

It was a rainy day today so it was easier for the Cullen/Hale’s to be out today, dividing up Alice and Jasper hit the party store to get some decorations while Rosalie went off to the baker to put in a order for a cake and Emmett went off to get presents.

Renesmee had been skyping with Jacob when she decided to show off her cousin, holding the camera straight Jacob watched as Renesmee walked over to Esme, who was currently holding the baby, and faced the camera towards her.

“Look (n/n), look at your big cousin. I want you to meet someone.” Renesmee said gaining the child’s attention, Jacob watched as the baby faced him her red eyes starting into his brown ones and she bobbed her head up and down as Esme bounced her on her lap. 

(Y/n) have Jacob a gummy smile before she exploded into a giggling fit as he smiled back at her. “Well aren’t you just adorable.” Jacob smiled towards the child before Renesmee the turnt the camera back over to face her, “Today’s her birthday!”, Jacob could tell Renessmee was excited. 

“Oh really how old is she turning?” He asked curious on how old the child was going to be, “She just a few weeks old.” Renesmee stated remembering what Carlisle said not to long ago, “Will you come attend her party, please Jacob?!” Jacob smiled in adoration, while Renesmee continued to beg he finally gave in to his mates whining and told her he would bring the pack to see if it was okay with them, she could hear arguing in background before she heard Sam say, “Fine but  Paul and Jared coming too.”, Renesmee squealed in delight before she said her goodbyes followed by her family saying bye afterwards, soon Jacob hung up up and went to go get Paul and Jared.

Alice and Jasper had returned a bit earlier then Roslie and Emmett so they decided to get everything ready, with it raining outside they had to have the party inside, not that anyone minded. Jasper and Edward would hang up the banner while Bella and Carlise would blow up the balloons or hang up the already floated ones. Renesmee kept (y/n) occupied by putting on a hand puppet show which amused the baby to no ending and Esme got started on making a couple of dishes. Sure they didn’t have to eat, but with Paul, Jared and Jacob coming over which Rosalie was not happy about until Edward assured her that was only coming over to say happy birthday and then give (y/n) presents before leaving Rosalie gave in.

Emmett placed the presents he bought for his daughter onto a table that was off to the side of the room, one by one each family member would leave and return a few hours later with presents. Rosalie picked her child up from the floor and decided to give her a bath and get her dressed in a outfit before the party started.

A truck pulled up in front of the house and out exited Jacob followed by Paul and Jared who each held a present for the newest Cullen/Hale child, Esme opened up the door greeting the three boys and lead them upstairs to the almost ready party. Renesmee ran over and hugged Jacob greeting him and his friends before she ran off to join her mom and dad who were in the kitchen helping Esme place the dishes down on the table.

“Hello Jacob, Jared. Paul.” Carlisle greeted showing them over to the gift table where they placed their presents for (y/n) down, going to sit on the couch Jared decided to break the awkward silence, “So where’s this mysterious birthday girl?” Bella smiled and replied “She’s getting ready.”

Emmett got the cam recorder ready as his wife stepping out with his daughter, a smiled tugged on his lips. (Y/n) wore a blue and white dress that had lace at the bottom of it, she wore black mary-jane’s on her feet white white socks that came up to her calf. A plastic crown was on her head which was clearly to big for her but she didn’t seem to mind as she just smiled and giggled at everyone.

“Come on time for pictures!” Esme smiled, Emmett placed the camera down and Alice took the camera that they had on the couch and waited for Rosalie and Emmett to stand in front of the white background paper they hung up, after snapping pictures of both parents with (y/n) or just (y/n) by herself they decided to cut the cake.

While Alice was bringing the cake she suddenly stopped and dropped the cake onto the floor, her eyes wide and mouth opened in shock, Jasper rushed over to her, “What’s wrong? What did you see?”, he asked.

“The Volturi, they know about (y/n). And their coming.”

THE GREAT COMET TONY PERFORMANCE WAS A MASTERPIECE

• Groban starting off with that amazing voice
• Lucas Steele twirling
• Denee Benton being adorable af
• Groban hugging Dave Malloy and bringing him onstage
• Party at the piano
• Cast singing with members of the audience
• CLOSE UP ON MARYA AND HÉLÈNE MAKING OUT I LOVE GRACE & AMBER
• Russian hop dancing
• DENEE SMASHING A PAINTING OVER PAULS HEAD
• ensemble making the best faces ever
• Singing in Russian
• Literally everyone is into it

If this show doesn’t win Best Musical I’m gonna be so done

Wishes of Sunset and Moondust

Rating: T

Pairing: John Lennon/Paul McCartney

Prince & stable boy AU - Romance - Fairytale - Pining - Fluff

Wishes of Sunset and Moondust

Sunset in your eyes. Moondust in the lining of your skin. What hope did I ever have?

He had been in love with the prince of sunset eyes and moonlit skin for as long as he could remember, his sweetshop window, wishing for an impossible dream. He was but a stable boy by the name of John, just John, working in the dirt, and longing for the stars.

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Stand By Me - A WildeHopps Playlist

Yes, I have indeed now made three WildeHopps playlists. I cannot, and will not, be stopped. Let us celebrate this most perfect of ships.

Listen Here! (Spotify Link; Running Time - 49mins)

Cover art by @kisu-no-hi, who was so kind to let me use it. Original art here.

Can also be considered a very belated birthday gift for @trashasaurusrex, who is overall a real gem of a person. Bless them.

Hope you enjoy the music!

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After a season of such sweet and supportive Queens, this season reunion was such a freaking shock. So much drama and so much shade.

Main things for me:
-Nina looked beautiful, but good lord that segment made me cringe
-Charlie, stop with the excuses. You fucked up. Own it.
-Jaymes, I kept forgetting you were there
-Farrah, you are precious and need so much more love. Good for you for standing up for yourself at the end.
-Peppermint has never looked better and she was robbed of Miss Congeniality
-I adore Cynthia Lee Fontaine and I don’t care who knows it.
-Shae was out for freaking blood and I have never respected her more
-Valentina… girl. I liked you, I thought you were very talented. But Jesus, there was some high school mean girl bullshit going on behind the scenes. She definitely didn’t deserve Miss Congeniality over Peppermint or Sasha, so I agree with Trinity in renaming it the Fan Favorite award. Honestly that’s what it’s always been.