big leather bag

someone on a private instagram account said that Harry had a big leather shoulder bag with him backstage yesterday that was partially unzipped, and inside there were knitting needles and a big ball of fuzzy blue yarn. When asked what he was knitting, he answered “grrrrr Cookie Monster grrrrr”

Look, I don’t know who sent me this - but I swear to God - this is the best thing I have EVER read. I really hope it’s true. Please identify yourself anon, privately if you wish….because I have never been happier than I was after reading this. 

My little knitting boy. I love him so much it hurts. 

Imagine filling in for your best friend, Tom’s personal assistant. She came down with the stomach bug the day before a big awards show-a time when Tom needs her most. You arrive bright and early, making sure to get his coffee just the way he likes it. But when you walk in, he has a puzzled look on his face. He knew his assistant wouldn’t be here, but he didn’t know an actual angel would be replacing her.

original imagine by: painfullythickimagines (I changed the prompt just slightly)

“Don’t you worry about a thing, (friend’s name). I have it all covered,” you told her as you made your way to Tom’s hotel.

“Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you one.”

“Now, get some rest,” you told her before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. You nodded politely to the desk clerk before getting in the elevator. 

You smiled to yourself as you thought about the rest of your day. Personal assistant to one Tom Hiddleston. It sounded like you had won a contest or something. However, the truth was much less exciting. 

Your friend has developed a stomach bug yesterday and was in no position to work. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Tom could have functioned on his own for one day, but today was different than a normal day. Tonight was one of those big awards shows, which one slipped your mind at the moment, and those were always the busiest days when Tom needed her the most. Cue your friend calling you late last night practically in tears because she needed for someone to help out. You immediately told her that you would take over and had her email over all the information. Which lead to you now in an elevator on your way to Tom Hiddleston’s hotel room.

The dinging of the elevator drew you out of your thoughts as you got out and read the sign for the room numbers to point you in the right direction. You finally found the right room and knocked. The door slowly opened for you to find a somewhat sleepy Hiddleston.

“Good Morning,” you greeted brightly as you walked past him into the suite.

You were certainly not what Tom had expected to see this morning. He knew that one of his assistant’s friends was filling in for her today as she was sick with a stomach bug. His assistant had assured him that her friend would be professional and help him with anything he needed. However, when he opened his door, he was not expecting this angel before him. You were dress professionally in dress slacks, a blouse, and small heels. In your hands were two coffee cups and a big leather bag around one of your wrists.

“Good Morning,” you chirped at him, startling him out of his thoughts as you walked straight past him.

You walked over to the coffee table and laid your bag down before turning back to Tom and offering him one of the coffee cups.

“Coffee, black just as you like it. I do have a couple of sugar and cream packets in my bag if you want them.” Tom took the offered cup as you took a sip from your own. “Alright, so I called the dry-cleaners, and your suit will be ready around 2 which is perfect because you’ll be in the middle of your 2nd interview of the day. So, I will run and pick that up, and the car will be here around 6:30. Now, I didn’t call anybody for your hair or makeup but (friend’s name) did give me a number to call if you want. Also you have a break around noonish so I thought that would be the perfect time for lunch. So what would you like for lunch?”

Tom blinked at you causing you to chuckle. “You’re still half asleep I see.” Tom nodded. “Alright, drink some of your coffee, then when your brain starts working, we can work out what you want to do today.” Tom nodded again but made no motion to move. You gestured for him to take a sip. Tom did as you asked.

A few minutes later, he seemed to be functioning. He answered your questions which you quickly took down before telling him that he needed to finish getting dress if he wanted to make his interview on time.

“You’re quite good at this,” Tom commented as he walked to his room.

“I use to be a personal assistant to this CEO.” You shrugged. “S’not that different, honestly,” you told him.

Once he was down, you ushered him down to the car that you had called for the day. The car ride was passed in silence as Tom watched you typing away on your phone. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Are you coming to the show with me?” he asked trying to seem unfazed by it, but inside he was secretly hoping you would want to. Your head snapped up; he had clearly taken you by surprise.

“Um, (friend’s name) never mentioned that.”

“Well, I would be honored if you joined me,” he said as he grabbed one of your hands and squeezed it. “Especially since you’re doing this to help a friend.” You smiled shyly at him.

“I don’t think I have anything for the red carpet but I might have some friends that do.”

“And you can call those people that your friend recommended for hair and makeup. Think of it as a thank you from me.” Your smile grew, and you eagerly began tapping at your phone again. Tom smiled to himself as he looked out the window. You probably couldn’t believe your luck, but he was actually the lucky one. After all, he got to have an angel on his arm.

anonymous asked:

What kind of bag did u use for school?

a big leather shoulder bag, but senior year i just brought my rag n bone little purse. And then towards the end i wouldnt even bring that

uykulukralice  asked:

Plsss write about annabeth's birthday party or something like that pls pls pls pls

Happy 23rd Birthday, Annabeth Chase.

“I don’t want a big fuss.”

Percy’s smug little half-smile didn’t slip. “No fuss. Got it.”

“Percy,” Annabeth said sternly. “I mean it. I just want a relaxing day, with no surprises and no stress.”

That made him frown. “I am not going to let you stress on your birthday, Annabeth.”

She dropped her head forward onto his chest and he curled his arm a little tighter around her waist. She was lying half on top of him in his small single bed back at Sally and Paul’s apartment, where they were staying for the week. Her feet were hanging off the edge of the bed, but the hot summer sun was poring in through the window and hitting Percy’s hair just so - she didn’t want to move and ruin the view.

“Seriously. This is my first birthday where I haven’t been freaking out about the end of the world, or preparing for the next semester at college, and I just want to relax. Besides, twenty three is a nothing age. It’s not a milestone or anything. I don’t even need a party.”

“You will be relaxed,” Percy insisted. “I am not going to stress you out. Look at us right now, we’re pretty relaxed, aren’t we?” 

His hand started rubbing lazy circles across her bare back and she closed her eyes. “Mhmm.”

“See? Your birthday’s going to be great, Annabeth. I promise.”

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PCA Vote Drabble #3

Y'all can blame @bawsanity for this

I hate my life
Hold on to me
And if you ever decide to leave
Then I’ll go
I’ll go
I’ll go

Ginny’s French-braiding her hair when the doorbell rings. She pushes off the couch and goes to answer it, wondering who’s so bold as to drop by unannounced. She’s had her fair share of visitors since It happened, but she’s managed just enough vitriol to make herself a recluse for the past week. She’s not surprised to find Mike on the other side. He’s the only person who won’t leave her alone. He won’t let her settle into bitterness no matter how much she wants to.

He’s dressed for once, that tattered leather jacket of his still around despite popular demand to the contrary. And carrying a big leather duffel bag. His face is its usual unsmiling self and Ginny can’t help but grin at him. She doesn’t smile much these days but the sight of him does it for her. “Hey old man. You didn’t bring me anything to eat?”

He shakes his head, gestures to come inside. “I just stopped by to tell you goodbye.”

“Somebody shipping you off to the old folks’ home?” She jokes to keep her stomach from digesting itself. He’s been officially retired since It happened and she’s teased him about stealing her thunder.

He shakes his head, smirking only briefly before his expression returns to its usual seriousness. “No, Gin. Listen to me. I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore, be here. And don’t tell me I’m quitting because I gave this town almost two decades of my life. The rest is mine.”

Ginny looks at the bag again. “What do you mean by leaving? Where are you going?”

He shrugs. “First stop is Jamaica. After that, I don’t know.”

Her eyes dart to the bag once more then back to his face. He hasn’t cracked a smile yet. “You’re serious.”

He nods. “It’s time for something different, Baker. I don’t know what but…”

Ginny moves around him and shuts the door. “When are you leaving?”

“Flight’s at 6. I just wanted to tell you goodbye. I texted Blip that I was taking off for a while, but I wanted to tell you in person since…”

He can’t go without letting her know. He thought about it, but after everything that had happened between him, he needs to see those eyes just one more time. Ginny nods then turns and heads into her bedroom. He drops his bag and follows without a thought, hoping she isn’t going to cry. He’ll never be able to leave her if she cries.

But she’s not thrown across her bed sobbing. He finds her in her closet, pulling things off her clothing rack. In an open suitcase on the floor are her favorite trainers. She tosses clothes on top of them then moves to a chest of drawers and begins removing underwear. “Baker, what are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you,” she answers as if it’s that simple.


She stops, turns to look at him.

“I’m done, Mike. Baseball’s the only thing I’ve ever known how to do and I can’t even do it anymore. What am I supposed to do? Take a pity position at ESPN? Spend the rest of my life being a trivia question? Maybe do a stint on Dancing with the Stars? I can’t go out like that.” She shakes her head, goes back to packing. “Besides, if we were somewhere else…”

She doesn’t have to finish. It’s been on his mind since he called to tell her he wouldn’t be back and she quietly admitted the same. She wasn’t sure what hurt more: her arm or the knowledge that her groundbreaking career was bookended by a lackluster start and Tommy Johns surgery. And this thing–this strange, intense almost–has been lingering between them since his trade fell through. Somewhere else–somewhere on a beach where no one knew them–their almost could become a definitely.

So Ginny throws everything she needs into a bag and changes out of her sweats into jeans and leather jacket of her own. She undoes her half a braid and pulls her hair into a loose topknot then slips on wayfarers not unlike Mike’s trademark pair. Mike watches all of this from her bed until she turns to look at him. “Shouldn’t you call and get me a ticket?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve got two first class seats.”


“I hate sitting beside people,” he replies with a shrug. He smiles. “Present company excluded.”

She closes her suitcase, sends Evelyn a quick text about sneaking away to clear her head, and they leave her hotel through the service entrance in the back of the kitchen. Ginny hands the cook who lets them out a twenty. “You didn’t see us.”

He nods and shuts the door behind them. Ginny doesn’t know that he’s fresh off the boat from Puerto Rico, isn’t even entirely sure who they are. They drive to the airport and Mike uses a little charm to change the name on one of his seats for Ginny. Ginny’s relieved when the use of their full first names inexplicably prevents the airport employee from making the connection.

Eight hours later, they’re lying on a blindingly white beach, using the setting sun to dry them from their dip in the ocean. It was their first stop, their luggage still untouched in their tiny bungalow. Mike reaches over, traces the almost invisible surgical star. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me either,” she replies.

He frowns. “Do you wanna go back?”

She shakes her head, a smile spreading across her face. “Never.”

To the moon

Title: To the moon
Characters: Sirius Black x reader, James Potter (mentioned only)
Word count: 758
Warnings: Nothing (???), bit of fluff
AN: So I really enjoyed writing this, so I really hope you like it! Remember my requests are open, so if you have an idea, sent a request!

It was Christmas and you were spending time with your family. Of course you had been exited, but it was hard to be away from your boyfriend, Sirius. You knew that he was going to have an incredibly bad Christmas. He usually spends the Christmas holidays at James’, but Mr. and Mrs. Potter had decided that they should celebrate Christmas in Sheffield with James’ aunt and uncle. Of course Sirius wouldn’t want to seem rude and ask your parents if he could stay with your family. You had tried to explain to him that your family wouldn’t care at all, but he insisted that he went ‘home’ for Christmas. You felt so terribly bad for him so you wrote and wrote, but he didn’t owl you back. You knew his mother wouldn’t allow it, so you weren’t really afraid that something had happened to him. You and Sirius was in your seventh year, so spending as much time with him as possible was kinda important to you. With the war going on, you both didn’t know what to expect after Hogwarts. But you tried not to think about it too much.

Two days before Christmas eve, while you were lying in your bed, it knocked on the door. You lived in an old apartment in the middle of London. But your mother, that was a witch, had renovated it with a ‘bit of magic’ as she called it. “Who is disturbing us in the middle of the night?” She called from inside her bedroom. Your father died of cancer when you were five, so it was just you and you mum. “It’s 8:30 PM, mother.” You laughed at her comment and wandered to the door. It was a habit of yours to look through the spyhole, and you were very surprised to see Sirius. A sad and upset Sirius, but Sirius.

You opened the door and by an instant you could tell that something was wrong. “Sirius?” You said. At his feet was a big, black leather bag. “Come in.” You gestured him inside the apartment. When he had kicked his shoes off, you hugged him tightly and felt the soft fabric of his dark grey shirt intertwine with your hair. You had missed him like crazy, but he looked so vulnerable as he stood there. You kissed his cheek. “Are you okay, Sirius?” He looked down at his feet. You could see the tears in his beautiful eyes. He shook his head and a sob escaped his parted lips. He hugged you again, but this time he buried his face in your neck. Your mother appeared in the doorway that led into the living room. You quietly shook you head to tell her, that now wasn’t the right time to say hello. You stood there for a couple of minutes. You whispered things in his ear to calm him down. Without even knowing what was going on (although you had a suspicion that involved his mother kicking him out of the house) it was heard to help. It came to that point where Sirius was in control of his breathing again, so you asked if he wanted to go more privately. He nodded and muttered a little ‘yeah’.
You went to your room and sat on your bed. The walls were covered with Gryffindor posters, flags and an oversize scarf that Sirius had given you at your birthday. At your nightstand was a lot of pictures of you and Sirius. “What happened, love?” You muttered. You wouldn’t be too nosy if he wasn’t ready to talk about it.
“It’s my mother. Regulus told mother about my relationship to a ‘half-blood’. Not that he had a choice, he drank Veritaserum. Mother kicked me out.” Even though Sirius said that he didn’t care about his family you knew that he did. He cared for Regulus. He wished he would mean something to his family. You looked him in the eyes. “I’m so sorry for you, baby. I wish I could do something about it.” You leant into a kiss. It was long and passionate and you knew that you were the one that he needed right now. “Get some sleep, okay. We’ll explain it to my mum tomorrow, okay. He undressed and pulled your duvet up to his ears.
You were probably gonna be the big spoon tonight, but you were okay with that. You just wanted your boyfriend to feel better. “I love you to the moon, Sirius.” You muttered. “I love you too, y/n.”

Everyday Bags

I’m going to let you guys in on one of my fashion secret weapons: big leather purses! I love bags roomy enough to hold everything I need when I leave the house: lipstick, iPhone, iPad, wallet, keys, umbrella (I may live in LA but hey, you never know), the list goes on! Here’s a few of my current bag obsessions. Don’t worry, they’re only slight splurges so shop away :)

Contrast Suede and Leather Holdall / Vroni Satchel BagLeather Satchel with Wing / Industry Bucket Bag / ‘Tread Lightly’ HoboMid City Bag / Bag with Metal Bars