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Playlist: My Neighbor Be Jammin

One of two things has happened recently.  Either someone moved into the neighborhood and they like listening to their music loud or the weather is warming up so someone has now started listening to their music with the window open.  Either way, sometimes I’ll be sitting in the apartment reading or doing something else quiet with no electronics going, and I’ll catch a snippet of what they’re playing and y'all.  

They stay bringing the hits!  After the third day of hearing some good R&B I decided to start making note of the songs and I said if I got ten good tracks in a row, I’d start a playlist.  I have fifteen so far and I guess I’ll keep on adding to this as long as the neighbor keeps coming through with R&B hits (and not-quite hits, but still quality bops).

Soul For Real “Candy Rain”

Chante Moore “Straight Up”

Jade “Don’t Walk Away”

Angie Stone “Wish I Didn’t Miss You”

New Edition “Hot 2Nite”

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I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve Tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down.
Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.
—  The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas 

In which little Peggy Carter’s dreams to be a knight rescuing princesses might have become reality. In a way.

(Note: I never imagined Ana Jarvis to be white and I can’t bring myself to start drawing her any different now. So yes, this is Ana.)

anonymous asked:



Peggy Carter: *exists*

Me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Time Will Take Them Away

A/N: Hello Again lovely wonderfuls! I hope you’re all doing fantastic! Here it is! The Hamliza fic I promised, the first part anyway. I think this will be a pretty long fic and I’ll try to post a chapter once a week. I’ll also try to post little (or long) one shots in between! As always I wish anyone who stumbles across this and decides to read it a spectacular day! I hope you enjoy dear reader! :) And to my lovely wonderful followers…I Love You Bunches!!! Thanks for being here! :D

Chapter 1

She hated it. She hated waking up and thinking about him. He was always the first thought in her head, and it made her feel guilty everyday. He wasn’t hers to think about, he belonged to someone else. Someone she cared about more than anything in the world, someone she adored. He belonged to her sister and every morning she berates her head and heart for letting him creep into her brain.

Eliza wasn’t in love with him, she wasn’t. That would make her a terrible person, how could she fall in love with her sisters boyfriend nearly fiancé? She could never do that to Angelica, she wouldn’t. She had feelings for him maybe, just a tiny bit, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She liked Alexander and they had become great friends since he started dating her sister two years ago. Her feelings did not go as far as love, only in the friendship sense, nothing more.

She may have been attracted to him when they first saw each other, but that was before she knew who he belonged to…….

Eliza was at the library restocking returned books and reveling in the quiet calm of the library. While she was standing on a stool, on the tips of her toes trying to put a book back on the highest shelf.

Someone came rushing by, moving the stool and causing her to lose her balance. As she tried to regain her equilibrium and failed she let out a little squeal and braced herself for impact. Instead she felt two arms around her keeping her from hitting the ground.

When she opened her eyes she saw a man with dark eyes, dark hair that was slicked back into a ponytail, and an angry look in his face. He looked down at her, his expression changing to one of concern.

“Are you alright?” he asks, as he sets her on the ground. “That guy just ran through this section without a second glance,” he glares in the direction the man had left.

“Don’t worry I’m okay,” she smiles at him as his eyes meet hers. “And all thanks to you,” she laughs lightly, making him smile in return. They stare at each other smiling, before she realizes his arms are still wrapped around her. She blushes, and steps away. When he sees their close proximity he removes his arms from her waist.

“I’m sorry,” he says as a blush forms on his own cheeks. She shakes her head.

“No, no, it’s fine,” she smiles at him. He smiles too, rubbing a hand behind his neck. She holds her hand out for him to shake.
“Um, thank you for catching me, Mr?”

“Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton,” he says placing his hand in hers. She nods.

“Thank you Mr. Hamilton, I appreciate it,” she let’s go of his hand even though she doesn’t want to. He chuckles at her formality.

“Please, call me Alexander,” he tells her and she nods again, looking down before meeting his eyes again.

“Alexander”, she says his name softly and he smiles.

“And your name, dear damsel?” she laughs and taps her head with her finger.

“Elizabeth,” she says offering her hand again.

“Nice to meet you,” they say at the same time, laughing. He’s about to ask a question, but is interrupted.

“Lizbeth, I need your help,” Eliza turns to see Abigail, her new coworker and friend. “Someone returned these books with the call numbers removed and I don’t know how to find them in the system yet.” Eliza wants to send her away, but she knows how much Abby wants to learn her way around so she smiles at her instead.

“Of course Abby give me just a second,” she turns to Alexander and smiles at him. “I have librarian things to tend to, but it was nice meeting you,” she pauses and purses her lips, “I hope I see you around here again.”

She gives him one last smile, then turns to Abby and leaves. He smiles as she walks away, knowing he definitely wanted to see more of her….

Eliza smiles at the memory, but shakes her head. She had no idea that the man who caught her, would end up being the very person she was supposed to meet later that day….

Eliza rushed down the street, trying to make it to the coffee shop that her sister was already waiting at. She was late and she knew how much Angelica hated waiting. She finally made it to the door, catching her breath before going inside. Angelica was sitting at a table close to the back, her arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised in mock annoyance.

Eliza smiled nervously, biting her lip and shrugging her shoulders, her eyes asking for forgiveness. Angelica just smiles and opens up her arms to her younger sister. Eliza smiles back and runs into her sisters arms. They hug each other tightly before letting go.

“So, where’s this amazing guy, I’ve heard so much about?” Eliza asks her sister excitedly. Angelica blushes slightly and smiles. This surprises Eliza, her sister is usually reserved.

“He just went to the bathroom he’ll be right out,” she replies her smile still in place, seeming irremovable. Eliza smiles looking at her sisters obvious happiness and becomes even more excited to meet the man that made her sister so happy.

“I’m going to get a coffee real quick, Angie,” she tells her sister to which she nods. As she waits for her coffee, she notices someone sitting with Angelica and realizes it must be her new man. Eliza smiles at the thought as she grabs her coffee and makes her way back to the table.

Angelica and her mystery man stand to receive her, and as she turns to introduce herself to him, her heart sinks. Her eyes go wide for a second and her smile wavers just slightly before she rights herself. She can see he’s just as shocked as she is, but she pretends as if nothing is amiss.

“Elizabeth Schuyler,” she says holding out her hand with a smile. “The sister,” she says when he takes her hand and she ignores the warmth she feels at his touch.

“Alexander Hamilton,” he replies shaking her hand, a nervous look in his eyes. “The boyfriend.” Angelica smiles at your exchange.

“Now that you’ve met, we can all chat,” she says bringing Alex to her right, while Eliza sits to her left.

Angelica starts the conversation about how they met, and everything they had in common, and how impressed she was with his intelligence. He made a joke about this with her, and made her laugh.

And as Eliza watched her sister, happiness radiating through her, she ignored her aching heart, and was determined to be happy for her sister. Besides, her and Hamilton didn’t have that much of a connection anyway, it was just a chance encounter. As Angelica excused herself to the restroom, Alexander turned to Eliza.

“I didn’t know that you were her sister,” he says quickly, “I don’t just go around flirting with random women”- Eliza held up her hand and shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it, it was nothing really,” she replies, giving him a tight lipped smile. He felt a slight pang at her words, but ignored it, looking into his coffee cup. Eliza glances his way and doesn’t like the sullen look on his face.

“How about we agree to be friends, huh?” she says offering her hand. “I mean, you’re dating my sister we should be on good terms, shouldn’t we?” he looks at her outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it. She gives him a warm smile and releases his hand, once again ignoring the warmth his touch ignited.

And that’s how it went she pushed away all her feelings, besides friendship, and was happy for her sister. In fact she was their biggest supporter, always being the listening ear when they had an argument and helping them resolve it. As long as Angelica was happy so was she.

And when her feelings started getting out hand she would just take a few days to collect herself. That’s what she did and it worked. And tonight she was ready to meet up with everybody and had her feelings in check. She looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked alright and replied to a text from Peggy saying she would be there soon and made her way out the door.

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As she arrived at the bar, she took a deep breath before entering. Peggy was the first one to see her, jumping out of Lafayette’s arms to greet her.

“You’re finally here!” she squealed as she hugged Eliza tightly. Eliza laughed and hugged her back just as tightly.

“It’s not like you never see me Peg,” she says pulling away from her younger sister her hands placed on her shoulders. “In fact you just saw me four days ago.” Peggy pouts and shakes her head.

“Yeah, but I hate when we all hang out and you’re not there,” she says her eyes downcast, before looking back up at Eliza’s. “And we would have seen each other two days ago if you hadn’t been busy.” Eliza sighs and brushes a hair behind her sisters ear.

“I’m sorry I had to work Peg, but I don’t control my schedule,” she hated lying to her sisters and her friends for that matter, but she had good reason to.

Peggy nods and links her arms with hers leading Eliza to their group of friends. They all got up and greeted her with warm hugs. She hugged Alexander quickly and moved on to Hercules, who picked her up and spun her around.

“Herc!” she squealed taken completely off guard and holding onto him, afraid of falling. He gives a boisterous laugh and sets her down, ruffling her hair. Eliza and Hercules had become quite close in the years they’d known each other, and cared about each other very much.

“I missed ya, kid,” he smiles down at her and she smiles right back and wrinkles her nose at him. Then she pulls his beanie over his eyes and elicits another laugh from him. He pulls his beanie back as Angelica comes to Eliza’s side and wraps a protective arm around her.

“You be careful with my dear sister, Herc, she gets hurt, you get hurt,” she points at him, her eyes squinting up at him. He raises his hands in surrender while everyone laughs, even Angelica.

She turns to Eliza fully and gives her a tight squeeze, before they take their seats around the table. The night is filled with lots of talk and laughter with the big group. Eliza could handle this, being all together this way when she can’t completely focus on Alex.

The night started winding down, and as Eliza made her way back from the bathroom and takes her seat between John and Hercules, she realizes Angelica and Alexander are missing.

“Where did the love birds go?” she asks jokingly even though it made her heart clench.

“On the dance floor,” John answered pointing in their direction.

Eliza nodded and watched them together, she pushed away the envy and sadness she felt. She instead focused on the smile on Angelicas face and the joy in her eyes and she let her sisters happiness radiate through her. She leaned her head on Hercules shoulder, closing her eyes, as he rested his on top of hers.

“You wanna dance kid?” he asks. She looks up at him and he smiles raising his eyebrows. She smiles back and nods.

“As long as you don’t step on my feet,” she jokes. He laughs as he rises and offers her his hand.

“I’ll do my best,” he replies and she smiles placing her hand in his. And she let’s Hercules lead her into dance and lets him distract her from her feelings for a man that didn’t belong to her.

in terms of Daisy becoming the president in the Mystery Moms AU…

dude she’s the president and her moms STILL aren’t married.  also when she wins the news outlets call her “Ms. McGucket” and she makes a statement like “no, no.  it’s DR. McGucket.  or better yet, President-Elect McGucket.”

also the media definitely tries to gal-pal Stana and Angie.  I’m not sure how, but they do it.  and Daisy’s just like “nah my moms are really gay for each other.”

NDRv3 Girls - Headcanons with a Shy S/O

Sure thing! This was written from all three mods so we hope you enoy! - Mod Kaito,Mod Saihara and Mod Rantarou

Kaede Akamatsu:

  • She knows how nervous and shy you can get around people
  • So when you do she quietly drags you out to the music room and plays piano for you
  • Her piano music is probably the best method to calm you
  • If there’s no way of playing piano for you, she sometimes records her own music and puts it in a special folder on her phone
  • Cue to her handing it out to you and putting earbuds so you can hear it
  • Also will hold hands to reassure you that she is there for you

Miu Iruma:

  • Would probably tease you a bit
  • I lied, she would tease you a lot
  • But she would also think that it’s quite adorable how you blush??
  • Would literally do anything to get a blush out of you
  • Including dick jokes
  • But if she saw that other people are making her s/o really uncomfortable and/or shy
  • Boi, hell is coming for that person. She would get Mad™
  • Would send one of her creations to eliminate make that person learnt their lesson

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I watched the opening and why the fuck do they have those purple eyes?
Hey, is this another start of a new theory?
What if the incident in sdr2 is the same with ndrv3?
What if they’re the bad guys who destroyed the world?
Then a hero or whatsoever comes up and took them to another program (shinsekai woot woot) to brainwash them to become good people (or maybe just to put them in eternal dream/slumber)?


pranses4reelz said: With that Next-Gen Month idea, I was wondering if you ever thought about drawing a bit of Angela Crust’s childhood. Like how she was born, how she became a singer/actress, etc.

This dump is about Brit’s baby mama drama with Justin, how Tiff is a ride or die cousin, and just how Angie has a real supportive family overall, including her lil cuz, Benjamin.

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Cartinelli Thoughts #2

-Usually Jarvis is around to patch up Peggy but sometimes he isn’t and Angie gets real good at dealing with the blood. Peggy apologises incessantly, deliriously, and Angie won’t hear any of it. “I was pretty distracted in our girls-only home-ec class, but I remember how to sew at least.” 

-When Peggy is feeling playful, she rigs up two cups and a string. Angie really doesn’t know what to expect when she follows the note on the door to raise the cup to her ear. Peggy still chuckles at the way she blushed at the whispered “I love you”. 

-Angie is in trouble 24/7. Whether it’s some sexist douche-nozzle at the L&L attempting to feel her up or a lonely kitten in the rain, or forgetting the sauce on the stove because Peggy just got home and, “English! English I got the part!!!” It shocks Peggy at first, just how much trouble this Thesbian can get into, but she learns that it’s probably just Angie’s energy for life (and oddly enough that never seems to get her into trouble in bed).

-Also, the mansion is covered in strays. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, plants… you name it, Angie’s picked it up off a sidewalk somewhere. And it’s not like Peggy can complain because she’s one of them.

-Peggy likes useful things. She understands that art, in all its forms, is necessary for a culture to grow and thrive, but it’s not really for her. Until she finally concedes to Angie and goes to an art gallery with her Thesbian girlfriend. Angie looks at art the same way she looks at cooking. It’s something you can learn from another (you can even perfect their ways) but you’ll never be a master until you can add your own flairs. Peggy looked into Angie’s eyes when Angie tried to explain this, and Peggy began finding art in everything Angie did. The way she walked, talked, hummed, waved goodbye, even winked in a dark room. Peggy very much appreciates the art that Angie shares every day.

-Peggy’s only been truly shit-faced around Angie once and Angie NEVER let her live it down. Because the prim and proper British agent has a Cockney accent when she’s really drunk.

anonymous asked:

lol angie is definitely her sister. theres pictures of the two of them from childhood to now. whatever else in that theory might b true, angie is her real sister. that photo of them kissing Always weirded me out though, who does that? i wouldnt rule out incest bc i dont know anyone who would kiss their sibling