and watching steel magnolias

Sid isn’t one for romantic gestures, really, but Geno lives for romance (he won’t even try to deny it; they’ve all watched Geno sob his heart out to Steele Magnolias too many times for him to fool anyone), so Sid decides to romance his new fiancé to the best of his abilities.

(This is in the accidental proposal verse now.)

Sidney emails every person that matters to Geno, that was important to him at some point in his life (and that he’s still on good terms with), and though he needs some translating help from Gonch and Ovi most of the time, Sidney receives dozens of emails from people all over, all writing lovely things about Geno and how he has impacted their lives.

Sidney carefully prints out all the messages, cuts them into painfully perfect squares, and glues them onto brightly coloured cards until his kitchen looks as if an arts and crafts store exploded in there.

It’s for their engagement party, a surprise for Geno – mostly because Sidney thinks he’s lovely and he wants to do something nice for him, but also because Geno likes to tease Sid about how predictable he is and how he hasn’t managed to surprise Geno in years. Not since the glow stick incident of ‘08.

Sidney has it all planned out. He’s ordered 871 balloons in Penguins colours (of course) and has attached the cards to some of the balloon strings. When it comes time to decorate the restaurant they’ve booked for their engagement party, Sidney makes sure Geno is busy elsewhere as he directs the staff on how to arrange the balloons around the room just so.

It is absolutely worth the hours he’d spent cutting and pasting for the look on Geno’s face when he walks into the restaurant and sees it all. Even better when he doesn’t even get through three messages before he’s sobbing like a baby.

Sidney is feeling justifiably smug. It’s not that he’s pleased that he made his fiancé cry…but he’s pleased that he made his fiancé cry.

anonymous asked:

What does Mulder do that usually makes Scully happy (not sex related pls)?

He brings her coffee in the mornings, until she starts drinking green tea, and then he brings an electric kettle into the office, and a squeeze bear of honey.  (She says she’s off sugar, but he knows she thinks green tea tastes like lawn clippings.)

He holds her coat for her, so that she can slide her arms into it easily, a moment of dignity for her and deference for him.  He only does it when he’s sure it won’t make her look like she needs to be catered to.  He understands how precarious her position can be, surrounded by men who assume that she’s frail.  He purposefully gives her opportunities to showcase her strength and her intelligence.  He defers to her wisdom.

He lets her pick the movie.  They do not watch Caddyshack or Steel Magnolias. 

He puts her towel in the dryer while she’s in the bath, rewarming it in five-minute increments, trying to calculate the end of her soak.  

He genuinely tries to outshoot her at the range.  He does not succeed. 

He lets her drive.

He matches his pace to hers when they run together, despite his longer legs. 

He remembers her birthday and celebrates it quietly.

He never orders for her at a restaurant or a bar.  He doesn’t comment on the food that she chooses (even the bee pollen in her yogurt) except for the one time, with the non-fat tofutti rice dreamsicle, and that’s only because he wants to taste the sweetness of it on her lips.  

He finds ways to make the rest of the world fade away. all her everyday nagging concerns vanishing in the thrill of the puzzle or the crack of the bat or the crispness of the air as they hike or the satisfaction of making improvements around the house.  

He loves her.  He makes sure that she knows that, even when the world is falling apart.  

anonymous asked:

OMG , perrie's tattoo 😂😂😂

I was too busy focusing on how Zayn looked like he had just watched back to back viewings of Steel Magnolias in the photo to notice that this was the first clear view of the Perald tattoo replacement. Zayn literally replaced the Perrie tattoo with the endless black void of outer space

Firstly, as an astronomy nerd with a star projector I’m into this, and secondly I’ll never not lol about Zayn basically banishing Zerrie to the outer reaches of space.

loonyloopylisa  asked:

For the fluffy prompts: I just watched Steel Magnolias in the theater and cried ugly tears. So my prompt is Clint/Bucky cuddling ect after or during a sad movie.

235. 

Bucky was sitting curled up on the floor when Clint got back, which wasn’t on its own a cause for concern; Clint had found him far weirder places. He didn’t lift his head, though, just grunted a greeting, his hands buried in Lucky’s fur. Lucky was draped across his lap, blissful and half asleep, his tail thumping lazily against the floor, and Lucky mostly preferred his bed in the corner on everything but the bad days. 

“Aaw, Buck,” Clint said, and left the groceries on the couch, dropping down to sit by Bucky and curling a careful arm around his shoulders. “What did I say about watching it without me, huh?” 

“Sorry,” Bucky said, dragging in a snotty breath and scrubbing a hand across his eyes. “I know I shoulda waited -”

“I’ve seen it a million times.” Clint spoke fast, dismissive, wanting Bucky to understand that that really wasn’t the issue. He ached to tilt Bucky’s chin up, to wipe his thumb under his eyes, but Bucky wasn’t there yet. Even this was progress, to find him still here, to find him willing to be touched. “I just didn’t want you -” he gestured vaguely. 

“A fuckin’ mess,” Bucky said. 

“I couldn’t even get to the end, the first time.” Clint let his hand drift up to rest on the back of Bucky’s head and Bucky moved with it, leaning in until their temples were resting together. “When Chance and Sassy are back, and Peter’s just waiting -”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, his voice thick. “Yeah, I couldn’t - I turned it off.” 

“Aaw, Buck,” Clint said, “sweetheart.” He turned his head so he could press a kiss to Bucky’s cheekbone, could taste salt on his lips. “C’mon on back on the couch, okay?”

“Why?”

But Clint was already pushing a little at Lucky, who was always quick to take a hint. He awkwardly got to his feet and held out his hands to Bucky, who regarded him through red-rimmed eyes. 

“C’mon,” Clint said, “you trust me, right? I swear, this one’s worth sticking with right through ‘til the end.” 

“Yeah,” Bucky said, something odd in his voice. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.”

anonymous asked:

Will wasn't taking any photo at RobA's Bday bc he's away from LA or else he'd be IN the pics. And you'll be GLAD to know he and Chris are planning a movie night at their pool. With their friends. To watch Steel Magnolias on that hugeass screen. Darren'not invited as always LOL

Thanks Anon, you know, I had a late dinner meeting last night, I am a little tired, we have had emergency after emergency at work this morning. Thus far not my favorite day.

But you just made me laugh. I really needed that.

Good to know that Darren IS NOT invited to a movie night at he house where he LIVES.  Never forget that small, minor fact.  There may be some PR staged there, but Darren is the one who sleeps there nightly with his soulmate, Chris.  

“I’M FINE! I CAN JOG ALL THE WAY TO TEXAS AND BACK, BUT MY DAUGHTER CAN’T! SHE NEVER COULD! OH GOD! I AM SO MAD I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I WANNA KNOW WHYYYY! I WANNA KNOW WHY SHELBY’S LIFE IS OVER! I WANNA KNOW HOW THAT BABY WILL EVER KNOW HOW WONDERFUL HIS MOTHER WAS! WILL HE EVER KNOW WHAT SHE WENT THROUGH FOR HIM! OH GOD I WANNA KNOW WHY? WHYYYYYY? LORD, I WISH I COULD UNDERSTAND!”

IT’S BEEN A WHILE

I haven’t actually watched Call the Midwife in so long ahh! The end of the semester has been kicking my ass but good news, this is my last week of class & I only have 2 finals next week! So I’ll be able to relax a bit and go back to being ctm trash™ later next week + I also convinced my mom to buy the books so I can read those when I get home too. Anyways, I have a break in between my second and last class & instead of being productive/working on all the assignments I have due this week I’m going to watch 4.06 (I closed my eyes and picked from the episode guide lol) because it’s been far too long! 😭👏🏼📺 ✨ here goes nothing, I’m officially back to annoying you all with my commentaries™ 💁🏼

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alldolleduppink  asked:

How about Mulder celebrates Scully's birthday vs Scully celebrates Mulder's birthday :)

this is too fucking long for it’s own damn good. the timeline here on some of these is kind of me trying to make sense of these episodes so it’s kind of out of skew here shhh i like it. also headcanon that my struggle took place in october because i’m sorry but that mess of six episodes DID NOT take place over six weeks. no way.

also i wrote most of this mess on my phone rip.

(these mulder vs scully prompts are so fun feel free to send more!)

@believingtheliesandnotthetruth 

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Being back in the office is kind of strange. It’s been a few months since she’s been in it, of course, and she didn’t really expect to be back after leaving. Mulder’s almost different, too. He’s less animated, stares at her like he thinks she might break.

(They’ve only talked on the phone since his visit to the hospital. She’d prop the receiver between her shoulder and ear, sitting on the couch under at least three blankets at her mother’s demand, with his videotape in her lap. She’s missed him.)

“I missed your birthday,” she says. She reaches into her bag, past the tape, to the snowglobe she’d picked up at the hospital gift shop. It had a mini version of the Lincoln Memorial in it, which is kind of stupid, but it works.

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anonymous asked:

MSR and 8 "You're seriously like a man child" please? 💕

8 - “You’re seriously like a man child.”

“I am not watching Caddyshack again,” she insists, snatching the remote out of his hand. “You said that when I hosted movie night, we could watch what I want.”

Mulder smirks, attempting to grab the remote back from her and failing. “No,” he replies. “I said we could watch Steel Magnolias. Not surprisingly, you don’t actually own that movie.”

Scully rolls her eyes. “Whatever,” she replies flatly. “That doesn’t mean we just default to watching the same dumb guy movie again.”

“Okay, fine,” Mulder stretches back and tucks his hands behind his head. “We don’t have to watch Caddyshack. I’m easy.” He grins. “We can watch Die Hard.” At Scully’s exasperated sigh, he adds, “Any of them. You have three to choose from.”

“You’re out of your mind,” she huffs. “I am not watching Die Hard. I’d rather see Caddyshack again.”

“Then why are we arguing?”

She wants to be mad at him, she really does. But his eyes are twinkling with amusement, and his hair is sticking up on one side, and damn it – she loves seeing him like this. She lives for these rare moments, when he’s relaxed and happy – when they get to fight over the remote or bicker about who steals the covers, instead of fighting for their lives or running to take cover.

She feels a pang of wistfulness and pushes it away.

“Mulder, you’re impossible,” she tells him, ducking her chin to hide her smile. “You’re seriously like a man child.”

He wrinkles his nose in mock disgust. “Ugh, Scully. I think you just called yourself a pedophile.”

She’s unable to stop the laugh that bubbles up out of her throat. “Shut up, Mulder,” she shakes her head, handing him the remote. He looks at her questioningly, and she scoots closer to him on the couch. “Let’s watch Caddyshack.”

“Really?” He smiles down at her, and her heart almost breaks at the expression of pure boyish delight on his face. “Yeah,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s a good movie.”

“We don’t have to,” he reaches to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. “I was just teasing.”

“Turn on the movie, Mulder.” She rests her head against his shoulder, and his hand closes over her hip.

As the movie begins, stars bursting on the television screen as Mulder’s heartbeat thrums steadily against her hand, she can’t help but think – sometimes it feels really damn good to let him win.

END.

Tag Game

Rules: Answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Was tagged by: so many people I don’t remember. I’m sorry I suck but I do appreciate the tags!

Nicknames: Mama Cherry, Cherry, Enny

Gender: Female

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DOB: December 3rd

Favorite Bands: The Weeknd, Twenty One Pilots, Volbeat

Favorite Solo Artists: Niall Horan, ZAYN

Song Stuck in My Head: Strip That Down by Liam Payne

Last Movie I Watched: Steel Magnolias 

Last TV Show I watched: Game of Thrones

When Did I Create My Blog: May 15th!

What Do I Post: Vikings, Avengers and some other random stuff =]

Last Thing I Googled: Proper wedding invitation wording lol

Do I have any other blogs: Yep! @planningmyparadise

Do I get asks: Yep and I love them!

Why did I choose my URL: I love cherry candy and love to collect things!

Following: Amazing people!

Followers: 1,196 lovers of sin and I’m grateful for every single one =]

Favorite colors: Currently red and yellow

Average hours of sleep: >7

Lucky Number: 69 (Giggity…)

Instruments: Piano

What am I wearing: A sports bra and shorts, I just got done running

How many blankets I sleep with: None right now, just a sheet!

Dream job: Sugar baby lol

Dream trip: European tour!

Favorite food: Eggplant parm right now

Nationality: Native American

Favorite song as of now: Can’t decide haha

I tag: whoever would like to do this!

Some MSR headcanons:

  • Mulder has only cried twice since they moved to the unremarkable house. The first time was when they found a baby bird in the garden and nursed it for two weeks, but it died on a sunny morning after Mulder tried to feed it all night, in vain. The second time was when Scully called to say she still needed some time away from him.
  • There is just one picture of them with William. They took it just before Mulder left to go into hiding. Scully keeps it stored away in the box with William’s clothes and blanket. She doesn’t know Mulder made a copy he always carries in his wallet.
  • If Scully does night shifts at the hospital, Mulder stays up all night so they can share breakfast when she comes home and then stay in bed all day together, watching Steel Magnolias and reruns of Star Trek.
hummingbird heartbeat - pt 10

( part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9AO3 )

It was a relief, heading back to Samwell. Going back to the Haus and his friends and people he was, well, out to really lifted his spirits. It wasn’t that Bitty didn’t love his parents, it was just that sometimes being home in Georgia felt stifling. He’d missed the Haus. He’d missed hockey. He’d missed his friends.

And, honestly, he was looking forward to being able to talk to Sweetie back at the Haus without worrying about how he’d explain him. Even if someone did overhear them, nobody would think it was weird at all – probably. Meeting someone online wasn’t what it was back in the early 2000s. Bitty didn’t think anyone at the Haus would think it odd to find his door locked. Hell, Ransom and Holster would probably be thrilled if they knew why.

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This weekend has just been so relaxing and lovely.

Saw Annie at Winspear Opera House. No food prep. Two sweaty lifting sessions. Reading my favorite book by the lake. News from a friend that makes my heart want to explode. A good date. Seeing friends. Another trip to White Rock to walk and chat with these two lovelies. Watching Steel Magnolias for the first time (Sav, please forgive me) and trying not to cry in front of Angela. Reminiscing over John Hughes movies while watching Ferris Bueller.

Other things to note: Angela is the cutest, Ellen tells the best stories, and I know better and should have worn sunscreen. Oof.

My mini-summer break has started off perfectly.

makeitmagical  asked:

Balloon!

what a cheerful word

*Blaine Anderson-style craughing* (cry-laughing)

(one word prompt thingy)

Kurt still celebrates Mother’s Day. It’s just that he does it alone. 

Every year, that Sunday comes, his dad leaves him be, and eventually, though the day is long, it passes. He’s told Carole about this already. They have a heart-to-heart watching Steel Magnolias the night before, Kurt masking his sadness as a reaction to the movie as he tried to articulate: It’s nothing personal, you’re family to me, but tomorrow is–it’s always hard and Facebook’s going to suck and I just need that time with her, I mean sort of with her – it’s hard to explain…

But Carole understands. She holds him and touches his hair and tells him she loves him and thanks him for being honest. And the next morning, when Kurt comes downstairs for coffee, he sees that his dad, stepmother, and stepbrother have – by his own request – given him peace and quiet and left for brunch without him. The remains of their morning celebration sit on the kitchen counter: the half-burnt, poorly frosted cupcake and two bright, floating balloons (one in pretty pastel colors that says HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY in cursive text next to a metallic red one with Wonder Woman on it) have Finn written all over them. 

Kurt leaves the balloons where they are, though he tries not to look at them as he prepares the French press. He is rarely envious of Finn, but this is, after all, a rare occasion. 

Blaine texts him good morning, and asks if he can come over once he gets back from lunch with his mom, but Kurt says no. As much as he adores his boyfriend and his company, he really does need space right now. Blaine doesn’t respond for a while, so Kurt sets his phone on the living room sofa, places The Sound of Music, his mother’s favorite, on her old record player, and settles in with his coffee to listen. 

His phone buzzes again. 

Please tell her Happy Mother’s Day, from me. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have you, so even if she didn’t plan on it, she changed my life and I can’t thank her enough. She seems like an extraordinary woman and I wish I could’ve known her 

:-* I love you and I’m here if you need anything 

But if I’m being weird plz disregard

Kurt laughs, actually laughs out loud even as he starts tearing up, and taps out a text for Blaine before he shuts his eyes and lets the music flow through him. 

You’re not being weird, you’re being perfect. I think she would have loved you almost as much as I do. Thanks <3