and we are all babes

anonymous asked:

She didn't use male pronouns in I'll Never Be The Same. "I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe." - This line fucked me up. We all know how sensual Lauren can be when she moves. "Babe" - I know Lauren calls a lot of people babe including Camila. What if that's what they call each other too way back when they still had something. She needs to release the song. It's just so damn good.

“Way back when they still had something”… I was with you until then…

Originally posted by gameraboy

I did a scary thing today. I walked around town while playing Pokemon Go looking like this. I’ve never been super comfortable showing off my belly, and even while taking this I readjusted and made sure my shorts came up high enough and sucked in a little. But like… I did it. And I feel good. No one said anything. I maybe got a few stares (though that could be because my very tall non-binary partner with a beard and skirt also tends to get stares) but overall, I had fun and no one cared.

The journey to self love isn’t easy. The journey to body positivity isn’t easy. But as long as we keep moving forward, eyes on the prize, and understand that setbacks can happen without destroying all we’ve worked for. Stay beautiful, babes.

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I love all those Time Travel aus, mostly because of Keith’s reactions to hot & mature Lance. Totally worth it. 

(I don’t know how to draw grown up Lance, just imagine he’s very handsome)

Writing in a coffee shop. In the study area there’s me, 7 other girls, and 1 dude whose name is probably Chad. Because Chad is the way that he is, he zeroes in on a pretty girl with her laptop out & headphones on and his thought process is like, “She totally wants me to talk at her for 20 minutes." 

So he chats her up, and when he’s about to leave he asks for her number. She politely says no. He’s all, "Then why did you talk to me? What’s your problem?” etc and finally stomps off in a huff like the grown ass man he is. His parting shot: “Well, GOOD LUCK making it as an actor.” (After which I’m assuming he high fived himself and whispered, “Nice one Chad.”) 

After he leaves, there’s like 5 seconds of silence before EVERY SINGLE GIRL in the study area just fucking CRACKS UP. It was the purest moment of human connection I have ever experienced. We are laughing our asses off. We are imitating Chad’s whiny pissbaby voice. I ask the pretty girl if that actually just happened. She says yes it did. I say, bullet fuckin’ DODGED babe. She laughs. I am reborn. We are all reborn. I don’t know what Chad was working on in this coffee shop, but there is a 100% chance it was 1. a screenplay, and 2. a remake of The Great Gatsby, but like it’s for millennials and a milquetoast white guy named Brent has a threesome with 2 beautiful hipster girls who both fall in love with him. It’s titled BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT and it, like Chad’s love life, will never take off.

Hamilton As Things My Girlfriend Has Said
  • Alexander : "You know, come to think of it, coffee is the most pleasurable thing."
  • *I give her an odd look*
  • "Well I love you but coffee helps me stay up till horrible hours to finish my work."
  • --
  • John : "You look hot today. No homo." *Finger guns*
  • "Babe we're dating."
  • --
  • Hercules : "See all my clothes are 100% made by me and my hands. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this - "
  • "It says made in China."
  • "Maybe I made it in China?!"
  • --
  • Lafayette : "Some days when I'm mad at you I want to only speak in another language bug the problem is I only know English and not even very well."
  • --
  • Aaron : "Normally I'm a calm individual but see, Abigail makes me want to drop kick her into a well filled with sharks."
  • "Is...is she not your best friend?"
  • "She is."
  • --
  • Angelica : "See whenever people doubt me I laugh because I'm better than every person in the world and they're just jealous of my feminism strength."
  • --
  • Eliza : "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you cheated on me."
  • "Well I never would."
  • "No I know. But if you did I'd probably burn everything you love and go Carrie Underwood on you."
  • --
  • Peggy : "How is it my mom forgot to invite me to my own birthday party?!"
  • --
  • Thomas : "See macaroni and cheese is a gift from God. Like he loves it too. Cause who wouldn't?"
  • "Aren't you an atheist?"
  • "A GIFT FROM GOD AJ!"
  • --
  • James : "I swear I've been sick my whole life. Death is trying so hard to get me but they will fail! *coughs for a good five minutes* Fuck off death..."
  • --
  • George : "Why do I have to adopt all the worst fuckers?"
  • "You don't have to - "
  • "No I love them and they are my fucker children."
  • --
  • Maria : "I'm a sexy son a bitch who needs to learn how to make better life choices..."
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in football, players don’t say “i love you,” they murder their dearest life partners on the pitch, and i think that’s really beautiful

••••••The conclusion of my pocket Journal•••••••
• { 11•12•16- 2•12•16 } •
I’m actually sad to put this little guy on the shelf but looking forward to starting my first moleskine pocket sketchbook!

@journaling-junkie @journalsanctuary @journalobsessed @journalsideas @journalbabes @mercurialmilk @florallpeach @coffeeandcolour @fuckyeahjournalss @fuckyeahnotebooks @all-things-journal-related @anotherjournalingblog

I worry about them sometimes, I really do

anonymous asked:

MTMTE Swerve/Rung/Rodimus in their holoforms getting a hearty hug from Reader for the first time? I imagine it would be a lot more different from hugging a bot.

Hhhhnnnnngggggg!!!  This is the kind of adorable fluff I live for!  <3 <3 <3

Swerve:  This just made the list of top 5 best ever days, easy!  There’s a good chance that you’d be taller than him in his holomatter form, so your head comes to rest on top of his as you squeeze him and sway slightly side to side.  If you make a joke about the height difference, he’ll just laugh and bury his head deeper against you.  He never imagined he’d be able to hold you like this.  There’s no risk of hurting you in this form.  He can finally give you one of those full-bodied, loving hugs that he’s seen in his Earth movies.  And to feel you returning his affection with the same vigor is honestly overwhelming.  He’ll probably cry a bit.

Rung:  He wraps his arms around you softly when you hold him in his holomatter form, not because he’s afraid of hurting you, but because he wants to savor every moment. He’s secretly waited for this moment for months, ever since he started making tweaks to the holomatter programs. In this form, he can feel the heat of your skin as you press against him, your heart beating in your chest, the feeling of your hair as he gently strokes his fingers through it.  Primus, you’re so soft.  He buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent with a soft contented sigh.  He’d like to stay like this for a while… if that’s alright with you…

Rodimus:  He lets out a hearty laugh as you practically tackle him to the floor in your enthusiasm.  “Holy frag, you’re strong!  Swerve oughta let you be a secondary bouncer!”  He picks you up and swings you in a circle, holding you by your waist as you laugh. He wraps both his arms around you in a warm, comforting embrace (man, is this boy warm!)  He likes to run his hands over your back as he continues to hold you.  He pulls back ever so slightly to tilt your chin up with one hand.  “You’re even more beautiful at this angle,” he says with a soft smile.

I think this is reading a book together? Yes? Ok. let’s do this. 

Keith’s old shack smells of wood varnish and old paper. Specks of dust shine and dance in the beams of afternoon sun, and Keith sits in the centre of his small living room surrounded by boxes. He flicks through a book and smiles fondly at the familiar faces that look up at him. 

“Hey babe! Can we donate all these crop jackets?!” Lance’s voice calls from the bedroom. 

“No!” Keith yells back.

“But they don’t even fit you anymore! And I don’t want these fashion disasters in our apartment!”

Our apartment. Keith’s heart thrums at those words. His grin blooms across his face. 

“I think I can make them fit!” He laughs. 

Soft foot falls announce Lance’s entrance into the living room. he lets out a suffering sigh. 

“Babe. Babe. Look. Babe look at this.”

Keith looks up. On the other side of the room Lance stands wearing one of his crop jackets. It reaches just barely under his pecks. The sleeves reach just under his elbow, and the seams at the shoulder look like they’ll burt. 

“There’s no way you can wear these anymore.” He deadpans. 

“I’m smaller than you. Not my fault you got insanely ripped.”

“Keith! You’re not 16 anymore!” Lance implores. “And your biceps are way bigger than mine.” To prove it to him, Lance runs up behind Keith and grabs his shoulders. He gently sways them from side to side and runs his hands admiringly up and down his boyfriend’s arms. 

“Bench press me, baby. I know you can.”

“Laaaaance,” Keith laughs. Lance chuckles and leans forward. His arms wrap around Keith’s neck and he rests his chin on top of his head. His long legs slot next to Keith’s easily. 

“Is it weird being back here?” Lance asks quietly. Keith leans into Lance’s chest. 

“Yeah….” He sighs. “But it’s nice… being here with you. Getting that sense of closure, you know?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to…” Lance looks down and spies the book in Keith’s lap. He freezes. 

“Nooooo way.” He whispers. He moves to look over Keith’s shoulder, and his arms tuck under Keith’s. He reaches forward and takes the book from Keith’s hands, flicking it closed and staring at the cover.

Garrison 2063 Yearbook 

“Holy shit…” Lance whispers. Keith chuckles and it rumbles against him. 

“I know, right? I found it while packing.”

“We have to keep this.”

“Absolutely.” Keith smiles. “Here wanna see something crazy?” He excitedly flicks to a page. A small photo of Pidge looks up at them. Hair cut short. Glasses comically big on her small face. 

“OOOOHHHHHH my god.” Lance squeals gleefully. “WHAT A TINY BABY.”

Keith giggles. “Remember how you thought she was a boy?”

“Look at this photo! You can’t blame me! Look at this tiny androgynous child.” They both laugh. Lance’s muscular forearms wrap and squeeze around his boyfriend’s stomach. 

“There’s also this.” Keith holds up a new page. Hunk’s 17 year old face beams up at them. There’s the mature eyes that Keith and Lance are used to, but there are traces of baby fat around his jaw. His trademark orange headband is also much brighter than either of them remember it being. Years of sweat, sun and being blown into space have since turned his headband almost a pastel colour. 

“Was Hunk ever small?”

“As someone who’s known him since we were 10…” Lance pauses. “No.” He laughs. “Dude could pick up most of our teachers from the time he was 12. I know this because I dared him to.”

Keith shakes his head. 

“I don’t doubt it.”

They continue to flip through pages. Some faces they barely recognise, others have been completely lost to time. They reach the staff pages and Keith and Lance proceed to flip off Iverson and the other instructors that expelled Keith. 

There’s a sharp intake of breath.

In the staff section, smiling up with a handsome face and beautiful dark hair is Shiro. Both of his arms are clearly visible, and there’s no scar marking his face. His eyes gleam with youthful optimism. Guilt churns in Keith’s stomach.

“God…” He deflates. “He looks so young.”

Lance squeezes him tightly. 

“He certainly… has changed.” He presses a kiss to Keith’s temple and brushes his fingers along a scar that courses through his eyebrow. Keith looks down to see Lance’s prosthetic foot nudging his thigh. 

“But so have we.” Lance smiles. “We’re all ok. Shirt’s ok now. And while things were hard…” He presses another quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “I wouldn’t change anything.”

Keith turns his head towards his boyfriend. His mouth quirks into a grin and he presses a smiling kiss to Lance’s lips. 

“Me neither.” 

“Also…” Lance smirks. His hands hurriedly flick through the pages until he barks out a laugh.

“Can you PLEASE admit that you had a fucking mullet?” He cackles. Keith looks down at the photo and groans loudly.

“Oh my god, look at this child.” He sighs. “Why is he so moody?!” He yells at his 16 year old self. 

“You stupid boy, you don’t even know you’re an alien yet! No one’s shooting at you! Your life is great!” Keith yells. Lance howls with laughter behind him. 

“I think he’s mad…” Lance wheezes, “Because he’s super fucking gay for this handsome boy here…” Lance points at the photo of his teenager self, “But this boy thinks he’s an asshole.” 

Keith coos at the photo of Lance. He brings the book closer to his face and smiles dopily. 

“God you were cute.”

“Were?” Lance blusters. 

Keith hums. He rotates and leans into Lance’s chest. A low chuckle escapes him. 

“You’ve become the hottest and most handsome person in the universe.” He runs his hands across Lance’s broad chest. 

“And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The yearbook lies forgotten on the floor as Lance leans down to languidly kiss Keith until the afternoon sun slips into the horizon. 

ELIAS MAKING HIS BABY SISTER SMILE AND TELLING HER HE JUST WANTS HER TO BE HAPPY AND TO BE WITH A NICE GUY AND SAYING “WHEN YOU’RE SAD, IT MAKES ME SAD TOO” I’M???? WHAT A BROTHER!! WHAT A BABE!!! I’M !!!!! WE ALL NEED AN ELIAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jelly Beans

Summary: A cute little Chris Evans x Reader where you have just one thing missing, and you attempt to make it fall into place to create a picture-perfect life. Who knew having kids with the love of your life would be so perfect?
Warnings: light smut (unprotected sex), lots of fluffiness
Word count: 1165
A/N: I would complain about this whole thing popping into my head during the time where I should be studying but I’d never say no to a cute fluffy fic. This was inspired by one of @emilyevanston​‘s adorable headcanons!

Originally posted by nerdofallfandoms


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