but you going to be happy about it

Reylo Thanksgiving

You guys, REYLO


Holy shit can you believe what we’re seeing right now? o_O

Remember being told so many times that you were wrong, that maybe even part of you started to believe it too? 

And now we get this:





We don’t know how far they can go, we don’t know if there can truly be a happy ending for them except in our hearts, we don’t know if there willl even be a kiss with tongue, but they’ve gotten this far and Reylos were right. We were right. About everything. And Reylo is canon, bitches.

Bless us, everyone. Thanksgiving came early this year. 🙏 😭

source: http://ew.com/movies/2017/11/19/star-wars-kylo-ren-vs-rey-the-last-jedi/

P.S: we’ve read all your asks. 🤗

We are working on this podcast episode and hope to have it out ASAP. Thanks so much!


Summary: Wrapped in your arms is the only place Bucky ever wants to be.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: Title of the fic and the fic itself are inspired by “Wrapped” by Gloria Estefan

Originally posted by rogers

Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.

He was wrong.

Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.

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anonymous asked:

btw andrew unfollowed lena dunham on instagram and i’ve never stabbed him as much as i do now

andrew unfollowed lena dunham on instagram

andrew unfollowed lena dunham on instagram


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BTS replaced you. - pt.END

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Originally posted by mimibtsghost

“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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I was gonna make like a countdown or something ridiculous but I am TOO EXCITED. So here’s the news I’ve been sitting on! We’ve still got a ways to go before release date, and I’m kind of dying with revisions, but nonetheless, I’m so grateful to get to share my debut novel with you.

I’ve been blogging here for over five years and when I wasn’t freaking out about Percy Jackson, I was freaking out about writing, and this still hasn’t hit me quite yet. But yeah, I’m happy to answer any questions you might have, and I’ll be posting plenty of updates here. 

Bah, HumBuck! Plan A

 Summary: You’re the newest Avenger. Realizing that Bucky plans to spend Christmas alone, you enlist the help of Wanda, your best friend, and Steve, Bucky’s best friend and your mentor. You’re determined to make his Christmas amazing.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Powered!Reader

Word Count: ~2,242

Warnings: blood (just a bit), language, fluff

A/N: This is for Sam’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Writing Challenge. My prompt was #16, “’This was a terrible plan.’ ‘This was your plan.’” @lovelynemesis

I definitely listened to the Pentatonix Yule Log playlist while writing this. Nonstop. On repeat. So good. It just makes me so happy.

*gifs not mine*

Masterlist // Next Chapter (Coming Soon)

It was the morning of December 24th in upstate New York and the inside of the Avengers base had been decked out from top to bottom in ostentatious decorations. Sparkling trees decorated every level, accompanied by garlands, dazzling banners and streamers, and bafflingly intricate and expensive-looking wreaths.

The outside of the base was covered in a thick, fluffy layer of snow; a beautiful winter wonderland, indeed. By the time everyone had cleared out of the base for Christmas, it was only you, Steve, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky who remained.

Both you and Bucky were relatively recent additions to the team; he’d gotten back from Wakanda a year ago, Hydra-free, and you’d been recruited only shortly thereafter.

You didn’t like to toot your own horn too much, but your power -being able to create and control fire and heat- was pretty badass. However, just like fire itself, your powers were temperamental and hard to control. As such, you were assigned a mentor and weren’t put on active duty yet.

They chose Steve for you, which had taken you by surprise. Surely someone like Thor, Wanda, or Vision would have been a better choice? But it had been decided you’d benefit from Cap’s patient guidance and that his level-headed demeanor might even wear off on you a bit. To your superiors’ credit, it had been working so far. You were more likely to think before you acted now and your powers seemed to fight you less as of late. Still, no missions yet.

You were flipping idly through TV channels in the common room, steaming mug of tea clutched in your hand, when Wanda plopped down next to you. The smile on her face was one you knew well; it was full of the promise for fun.

“I know that look, Wanda. What’s going on?” you asked with curiosity, smirk dancing on your lips as you looked at your best friend.

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Right Here, Right Now // Steve Harrington

Right Here, Right Now

Steve Harrington X Henderson Sibling (tried to do gender neutral)

Warning(s): Swearing, that’s about it

A/N: So I finished watching Stranger Things and I had this idea in my head for about three days and thought I’d write for you cool people. My apologies this is kinda long (oops). Let me know if any of you want more Stranger Things stuff from me (I still have a couple Harry Potter requests that I’m struggling to find motivation to finish oops). Thank you for reading, I hope you like it (: P.S - There’s a bad joke in here that you’ll understand if you listen to this song. P.P.S - I have renamed this thing so many times jeez the louise.

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I sat in the living room with mom, watching a re-run of M*A*S*H with mom.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” I heard Dustin curse to himself as he padded down the stairs.

I stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where Dustin was rummaging around, looking for something.

“What’cha lookin’ for, kid?” I asked, leaning on the counter, wanting to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

So frantic and stressed and he’s only thirteen. I didn’t know how interested he was in going to the school’s Snowball Dance, but, I’m happy he wants to go. I just wish he was less frantic about because honestly, he’s stressing me out. I’m almost eighteen and I haven’t been that stressed since I took my SAT’s.

“It’s in a paper bag, have you seen it? I put it on the counter and it’s gone!” Dustin said, throwing unopened envelopes to the floor.

I walk around the counter to pick them up and I hear Dustin run out the room, probably with his mystery bag.


I sat on the piano in the basement, squinting at my very hard to read sheet music. My book of sheet music was given to me for my twelfth birthday by mom, it’s from the sixties, and the print is absolutely tiny. I reached for my glasses case, which was on the coffee table and opened it. The case was empty.

“Aw, crap.” I whispered to myself.

I walked up the stairs to ask mom if she’d seen them, but, mom wasn’t there. I looked out the front window to see if mom’s car was there, and it wasn’t. I walked upstairs and towards Dustin’s room.

“Hey, Dustin?”


“Did mom already leave for her-” I opened the door and saw Dustin stood in front of his mirror, frozen, with a can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray in his hands.

“Sure, come on in. The door wasn’t shut for a reason!” Dustin said sarcastically.

“What’cha doing?” I sat on his bed, still fascinated at his hair.

“Getting ready.” Dustin said, spraying, then smoothing down, over and over again.

“Have you seen my glasses? They aren’t in their case.”

“Did you fall asleep reading last night? ‘Cause they’re probably on your beside table.” Dustin said.

“Crap, I didn’t even think of that, thanks.”

“No problem, now, if you don’t mind, my ride is almost here.”

“I still don’t get why you go somebody to drive you when I could easily have taken you.” I stood up and walked out of the room.

“Well, you’re car isn’t the coolest ride.” Dustin said as I walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his lame diss towards my car. Sure, my car is ten years old, but, it runs and gets me where I need to be, and that’s all that matters.

I stood up and walked into my room. I heard the doorbell ring through the house, and before I turn my head, Dustin was already rushing down the stairs yelling, “I’LL GET IT!”

I found my glasses on top of my copy of The Great Gatsby, that was sitting on my bedside table. I put hem on and walked downstairs. I saw Dustin standing at the door, facing his chauffeur for the evening.

“Steve?” I said.

“Hi.” Steve said, leaning in the entrance.

I quickly took off my glasses and put them on the counter. I knew Steve had grown closer to Dustin, since going to the Upside-Down, but, I wasn’t expecting Steve to remain close to Dustin, considering he’s my age and five years older than Dustin. His devotion to helping out Dustin was admirable, and I’ve gotten to see his other side to him. Not King Steve; Ruler of Hawkins High School, but his real self. His caring and helpful side. I like that side, I just wish he didn’t hide under the many layers of stubbornness, bad friends and insensitive comments.

“Shit! I forgot to put on cologne! Gimme a sec.” Dustin said, rushing upstairs.

“So, you’re taking Dustin to the dance?” I said, attempting small-talk, badly.

“Yeah. He’s really pumped for it.” Steve replied.

“I know, right? So.. are you going inside with him?” I asked.

“No, I’m just… helping him out. He’s grown on me.”

“Well, that’s nice of you,” I took a few steps closer to him, “You know, you’ve also kinda grown on me, Steve.”

“That’s good. We’ve seen each other a lot lately” Steve smiled.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Besides driving my brother to a school dance?” I asked.

“I didn’t really have much plans. You?”

“Yeah, me neither. I was just gonna stay home… Wow, that’s sounds pathetic, doesn’t it?” I laughed at myself.

“Yeah, kinda does. You want to come with us? Then, after we drop off Dustin we can just be pathetic instead of lonely and pathetic.” Steve offered.

“Sure.” I said.

Just as a finished putting on my jacket and shoes, Dustin finally came back downstairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin asked me.

“I’m gonna come with you to drop you off.” I answered.

“Seriously?” Dustin whined.

“You can still have the front seat.” I offered.

Dustin’s face lit up, “Okay, she can stay.”

Steve, Dustin and I left the house and drove to Hawkins Middle School.


Steve pulled up the front of the school and I listened to him and Dustin’s little pep-talk from the backseat.

Dustin got out of the car and we both watched him go inside. I got out of the car and slid into the passenger seat. Steve began driving away.

“If you… look in the glove compartment, you’ll find my cassettes, if you want to put some music on.” Steve asked. I pulled down and three cassettes immediately feet to my feet. “Sorry, I have a lot.” Steve laughed.

I read aloud the titles of the tapes, “The Smiths, Tears For Fears, AC/DC, Queen, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath.” All of them were bands I’d heard and enjoyed before, but, one the next title is the one that stood out. “Best Mixtape Ever?”

Steve’s face almost lit up like a Christmas tree, “Yeah, I, uh, I made that a little while ago. It’s got some of the best songs on it. Trust me.”

“Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I put the tape in the cassette deck and it began.

I looked at Steve excitedly when I recognized the intro, “I love this song!”

The first song that played was Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx.


Steve took the long way back to my house and we listened the the entirety of the Best Mixtape Ever. And it was.

Steve pulled into my driveway and we entered the house. We kicked off our shoes hung up our jackets.

“My turn to show you my music collection, now.” I took his hand and lead him downstairs. I stopped in front of the shelf, full of records. “They aren’t your cool cassettes, but, we’ve got some gems here.”

Steve smiled and sat down the piano bench, a few feet away from where I was rummaging through to find my favourite records.

I pulled out about six and squeezed beside Steven on the piano bench. I handed Steve the records and he looked at them.

“Let’s see, we got Hall & Oates: Big Bam Boom, INXS: The Swing, Pink Floyd: The Wall, Queen: A Night At The Opera, The Beatles: Abbey Road, Journey: Frontiers…”

“This album’s my favourite.” I pulled The Wall by Pink Floyd record from him.

I played it on my record player and I sang along with it, on the piano bench, while Steve looked through more records on the shelf.

Another Brick In The Wall, Part Two played and Steve smiled at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I remember this playing at the Snowball when we went to Hawkins Middle School.”

“This song played there? Seems ironic.” I joked

“I know, right? You don’t remember that song playing and everyone screaming the lyrics at the teachers?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t go to the Snowball.” I admitted, “I haven’t even been to a school dance before. Or even danced with someone, for that matter.”


I nodded, “Yeah, that’s kind of embarrassing, I’ve never told anyone that before.”

“Don’t be embarrassed…” He pulled out a record by The Police, “No way, you have Synchronicity on vinyl!”

“I totally forgot that I had that!” I said.

“Best album ever, right?!”

I stood up and put it on the record player.

We listened to the first six songs and the seventh track and my favourite song by The Police came on; Every Breath You Take.

Steve stood up from the piano bench and held his hand out to me.

“What’cha doing?” I asked, trying to diffuse the… electricity in the room. It didn’t feel tense, it just felt like something would happen. He took my hands in his and pulled me to my feet.

“I’m gonna give your first slow dance.” Steve said.

“I don’t know how to dance.” I pulled my hands away.

“It’s easy.” Steve held my hands again and guided them up to his shoulders. He slid his hands down to my waist and pulled me closer.

“So… How exactly do I do this?” I asked, sounding too awkward for words.

“You just… Find the beat… Sway a little…” Steve looked into my eyes for a split second, and continued teaching, “And once you get good at that, you can use your feet.”

“Gotcha.” I joked.

There was no point in cancelling out the electricity in the room. The way Steve was looking me in the eyes, it was like he was feeling it, too, he was just letting it be.

“Look a you. You’re a great dancer.” Steve said.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it looked like when someone lies while slow dancing.” I joked.

Steve laughed, “I’m serious, you’re a natural.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

As the song finished, Steve’s face began moving closer to my face. His brown eyes were up closer than I’ve ever seen them. Steve smiled a little before leaning in to kiss me. His hands moved to my lower back and closed the small gap that was between us. I pulled away slowly and I smiled at him. He smiled back.

“I’m stuck with you, now, aren’t I?” I asked.

“I mean, if you’re cool with that…” Steve laughed lightly.

blacksunxo  asked:

hi mishi! i love you and your writing so much. do you mind writing new-york-november-college-au with will catching a cold and mike fussing all over him? thanks!!

AHHH I love you too! that means so much!! and this prompt is so cute, i’m happy to do it! they’re about 19-20 here, still in college, in new york to visit jonathan… i love writing college byeler lol

“No hospitals,” Will tells him when Mike takes the thermometer out of his mouth. He’s so congested though it comes out as some undecipherable mumble and Mike stares at him incredulously.

“You’ve got a fever of 102. We should go to the doctor,” he says, rolling his eyes when Will whines out a loud “nooooooo” and buries himself under the covers. They’re in New York for the week, visiting Jonathan, but their flight had gotten delayed in Chicago and Will got sick from there, and it’s been a day since they landed but here they are in their hotel room, a mountain of used tissues around Will’s bed while Mike’s been snoozing on the couch. “Seriously, Will come on.”

“I just need rest,” Will’s voice is muffled and Mike has to ask him to repeat himself twice before he emerges from the covers, looking indignant. In any other circumstance, Mike would coo - with his bright red nose, flushed cheeks, and watery eyes, Will looks so cute. But Mike is far too concerned about his health to care about how cute he looks - much, anyways. In some way, Mike Wheeler is always thinking about how cute Will Byers is.

“Alright then,” Mike says as he rises. “You’re going to sleep and I’m going to go out and grab some soup and meds for you. Understood, Byers?”

“Sir yes sir, Captain Wheeler,” Will answers back cheekily. Mike wags a scolding finger at him as he exits. 

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Murder starters
  1. “Are they dead?”
  2. “Oh my God, you KILLED a PERSON!”
  3. “Am I next on your hit list?”
  4. “Calm down, it’s just a corpse.”
  5. “Do you act like this every time someone kills something in front of you?”
  6. “You can’t go around killing people- that’s illegal!”
  7.  “Don’t be ridiculous; you just ran a red light so that makes you just as guilty.”
  8. “Give me a minute to process the fact that I just witnessed you murdering someone.”
  9. “Are you sure they’re dead?”
  10. “They had it coming.”
  11. “It’s like they were asking to be killed.”
  12. “If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.”
  13. “If it upsets you that much, then don’t look.”
  14. “How can you eat after what you just did?”
  15. “Just because I killed one person, it doesn’t mean I’m about to go on a murder spree!”
  16. “Why must you make a big deal out of one little corpse?”
  17. “If it makes you happy, I’ll notify their family.”
  18. “How do you expect me to sleep after that?”
  19. “I killed someone.”
  20. “What if they had a family? Did you ever think about that?”

anonymous asked:

can you do like dating sweet pea would include or something like that

The Sweetest Pea:

A/N: I didn’t want to choose for you if you wanted to be a Serpent or not; so I tried to make this as neutral as I could. Maybe I’ll make a Serpent & a Non-Serpent headcanons later. Just go in my ask box if you want those headcanons, hopefully this is good.

•Dating Sweet Pea was steamy kisses, and hugs from behind.

•He loved the way his serpent jackets looked on you. Especially with your hair down.

•He is skyscraper so at times he loves to mock you and rest his shoulder on your head.

•If you are his size Sweet Pea wraps his arm around your shoulders and give you a kiss on your head.

•Sweet Pea loves PDA because everyone can see you’re his and he’s yours.

•He hates that it sounds territorial at times bc he understands you’re a free beautiful woman, oh but he loves knowing you chose him.

•Jealousy on Sweet Pea is adorable.

•You know this, so you flirt back sometimes knowing fully he’s steaming in the inside.

•He knows what you’re doing and can’t wait to be alone with you.

•You try not lead on others that much anyway.

•Dating Sweet Pea you become (or are already) best friends with Toni and she makes it her mission to get Sweet Pea jealous of her.

•”I could have her anytime SP I know her that much” -Toni smirks

•”If you ever need a break from him you know where I live” -Toni winks

•”If I had met her before, she’d be with me” -Toni chuckles

•Fangs and you have a sweet friendship where he’s like your older brother.

•Toni is like your Phoebe, but Fangs he’s Joey. (Friends reference)

•Fangs is very overprotective of you, you guys also have a friendly flirt thing going on; but this one doesn’t bother Sweet Pea.

•Whenever Sweet Pea gets in a fight which is frequently. He only wants you to take care of him. You bandage him up and clean up his wounds, but every time you do this it ends in a make out session. Which he won’t admit it, but it’s the only reason he comes to you.

•You’ve figured this out and to get back at him for getting into fights you buy cartoon bandages. Sometimes Sweet Pea gets the ninja turtles, sometimes Dora, but the ones that he hates the most are Barbie.

•When you guys don’t feel like getting out of the house, you guys chill listening to Sweet Peas vinyls and read, or talk about anything and everything.

•You feel very lucky when you get him to dance.

•You love it when you get him to dance because it’s you and him. Close proximity, swaying around with big smiles on your faces. It’s only you and him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

•Sweet Pea would never admit it but he’s the one who said “I love you” first.

•You were hanging out with him, Fangs and Toni at Pops.

•It looked like it was about to rain, but before that some wannabe jocks cane up to you guys and wanted to fight.

•You weren’t having it, as sweet as you were, when the time comes you can raise hell.

•You were so steamed and they left you guys alone.

•You left Pops after paying and leaving a decent tip and Sweet Pea took you to your house. Your parents were out of town.

•You caught a bit of the rain soaking as you tried to protect Sweet Peas bike from the rain.

•You made your way inside and you took him into your room for fresh towels and he just blurted it out.

•The rain has rearranged your looks, but in that moment all he saw was your glistening skin, and how much you cared for him.

•You wanted to mess with him so you paused for a bit and said “Thank You.”

•It was torture for the serpent so he raised his voice and it was vulnerable which only made him more handsome.

•”Babe did you not hear me, I said I love you, I’ve never said I love you to anyone” he looked like he was going to break.

•”I thought it was obvious that I love you too” you pulled him in for a kiss.

•One of the greatest things about Sweet  Pea though, was his commitment to win over your parents.

•They knew he was in a gang, but he never called it that. He always referred to them as his family. They respected that.

•His charisma and jokes are what won your parents over.

•He was over the moon knowing your parents trusted him and liked him for you because all he wanted is to be with you and make you happy.

•Dating Sweet Pea meant piggy back rides whenever you asked.

•Dating Sweet Pea also meant any time you guys came across a stuffed animal claw machine he made it his mission to win you one.

•You has a collection of a bunch of stuffed animals from him.

•He doesn’t handle losing so well so when it took more than 5 tries you would make him surrender to keep going on about your day.

•You would also make him listen to some pop music which he refused to like and would go on and on about how “music used to better, and the instrumentals and vocals were something to be admired not cats away for hits.”

•Although If they got you dancing he stopped caring.

•Cuddles with him though were one of the seven wonders of the world. The guy was never cold. He had such warmth radiating from him.

•You both enjoyed binge days because of cuddles. Whether it be a new show or new movies, you cuddled away.

•If one of you fell asleep the other one would never hear the end of it, most times though you’d both fall asleep.

•He loved when your rested on his lap or chest. You loves it as well when he fall asleep on your lap. You both had a habit of caressing each other’s hair while they napped.

•Dating Sweet Pea was owning an old polaroid camera and taking pictures of you two together. Sometimes just him, you could never get enough pictures.

•He in return bought one as well, so he could take more pictures of you and you couldn’t protest since it was his camera.

•It also meant photography dates, you two weren’t experts; but you sure did enjoy those days.

•You two were made for each other that’s all that mattered.

ithefanfictionwriter  asked:

how can I write a very good emotional scene? :D any tips or you know to improve it so it won't seem like a cold monotone hug

First, what kind of emotion? Things that make for a great sad emotional scene, aren’t good for a scene when rage is boiling over, or when there’s something heartfelt going on. Lines can blur, but make sure you have a clear idea of where you’re going.

Second, focus on showing not telling. Don’t tell me someone is happy, show me, through their body language. They may smile, have their eyes more open, laugh, do cartwheels–whatever is best for your characters. SHOW ME.

Third, think about how this emotion is impacting their dialogue. If people are having an argument, there’s going to be lots of cutting each other off and interrupting. Drop the tags, in that situation, too and it’ll help you with the pacing. If people are excited, either in a good way or they’re panicked, they may ramble.

Fourth, think about the environment. Think back to when you’ve received good or bad news, or had an emotional moment–did you focus in on something–an object or maybe a smell or sound, or did the world fade away?

hope this helps,


Music Series: Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Oooh, Ed, Ed, Ed….you’ve done it again….

Unless you are new here on my blog, you know that Ed’s songs make me swoon. It can’t be helped if you are a hopeless romantic like myself. We all wish for someone to love us the way he loves the woman in this song, which he wrote for his girlfriend, and co-wrote with his brother. It is absolutely one of those beautifully sweet love songs that makes you wipe a tear as you realize how alone and lonely you are without a person to love you like the man in this song loves his girl…or is that just me…sniff sniff…

(And please forgive me, everyone…I’m going through a day where I feel like everything I write is shit, so I hope someone likes it. The demons of the mind are a horrible thing.)

Thank you, Anon, for reading and requesting. I had this one on my list to write already, so I’m happy someone else loves it as much as I do. This is “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. I am posting the Acoustic Version of this song on Spotify because I like it even more than the original, and you can find it as well on my Harry Styles Imagines playlist on Spotify. xo



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and all the pieces fall right into place

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aaron meets robert (and emilia) on a tuesday, and a chance encounter in starbucks changes the course of his entire life. a single dad!au, for @dinglehorton, because they liked this idea and also i love mel and they deserves all the love and fic, really.

a warning for a brief, but not explicit mention of drug addiction.

Aaron meets Robert on a Tuesday. He’s having a coffee in a fairly nondescript Starbucks, waiting for a meeting with the bank, when a whirlwind with blonde curls and a bright pink bow in her hair runs right into his table, and promptly bursts into hysterical tears.

Aaron hasn’t had much experience with kids, really, but he’s not heartless, and when theres a little girl crying on the floor next to his table, he’s going to put his phone down and try and calm her down, isn’t he?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Aaron tried to hush in his softer voice, all too aware the scruffy beard didn’t exactly make him look motherly. “It’s okay. Where’s your mum, eh?”

“Emilia!” a concerned looking blond man was jogging across the Starbucks toward them. He was wearing a neat white button up, under a leather jacket, face flushed as he careered toward them, backpack and coffees in tow.

“Daddy!” the little girl (Emilia, Aaron assumed) looked at her father with tearful eyes, making grabby hands at him.

“I told you not to run off,” the man said, setting the coffees down, and scooping her up into his arms easily, his stern one betrayed by the soft look on his face, the way he was pressing featherlight kisses to Emilia’s forehead, soft in a way all the dad’s Aaron had ever known weren’t. “Did you say sorry to the man for knocking into his table? You spilled his coffee everywhere.”

Emilia looked at Aaron with tearful eyes. “‘M sorry,” she mumbled, still holding a tiny hand to her forehead.

“It’s okay,” Aaron shook his head, mopping at the spilled coffee he’d barely really even noticed, catching the worst of it before it could drip onto his suit.

“Let me buy you another coffee,” the man said, looking genuinely apologetic.

“No, it’s fine!” Aaron tried to protest, but his words were lost as the man scooped up Aaron’s now empty cup, heading for the counter. Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off the other man as he stood at the counter, his little girl bundled in his arms as he ordered Aaron another coffee.

He was gorgeous, all blond hair and blue eyes, and Aaron couldn’t help but be instantly attracted to him. Which was probably a bad idea, all things considered, seeing as he had a little girl in his arms and a wedding ring on his finger, if his past girlfriends had had any sense.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” Aaron protested weakly as the man returned with another coffee, the little girl still sniffling in his arms.

“No, I did,” he shook his head. “Emilia knows better than to go running around busy coffee shops, don’t you?”

Emilia gave her dad the most endearingly grumpy look, and Aaron couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you want to sit down? Theres not many other free tables,” he said, gesturing to the free seats next to him.

“Are you sure? We’ve probably intruded on your coffee enough.”

“I’m sure,” Aaron gave him a reassuring smile. He could do with the company, really - he was nervous enough about this meeting with the bank, and a distraction was more than welcome.

“Thank you,” the man eased himself into the chair opposite, Emilia refusing to let go of her dad, her face buried in the crook of her dad’s neck, tiny arms slung tightly around his neck. “I’m Robert, by the way.”

“Aaron,” Aaron replied, glad to put a name to the face. “Nice to meet you both.”

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Happier (Sam Holland X Reader)

Summary: Songfic of Happier by Ed Sheeran

A/N: As you know, I am in LOVE with Sam Holland wow who would’ve thought? Anyways, I was talking to the lovely Michelle ( @honeynutholland ) and she’s been super sweet and helpful with this whole fic. We also share the mutual feeling of sweRVING BETWEEN LANES AND HOW THEY’RE ALL SUCH FUN PEOPLE. She’s been super fun to talk to so give her a bIG THUMBS UP, SMASH THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTOn

Warnings: Light cursing

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2,780

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Creepy Or Not Creepy: Alex from Emmerdale Edition

Let’s play Creepy or Not Creepy with Alex, a.k.a. the Doctor from Emmerdale!

Thinking a patient’s big brother is cute:

Lying to your Ex about how his little sister overdosed, and then forcing her to lie about it:

After Liv steals Alex’s phone to get him to meet Aaron again, Alex senses some discomfort in Aaron, and asks him: Should I have not come?

“This isn’t how I would’ve done it,“ Aaron ends up assuring him. Alex gives Aaron his number: “Figure out how you’d want it. Or don’t. It’s up to you.“ Alex respecting Aaron’s boundaries:

Randomly turning up at your Ex’s place because he didn’t pick up the phone:

After Aaron calls Alex up, Alex clearly doesn’t want to be messed around, so he says: “I can’t do this. You’re gonna have to tell me what you want.”
Aaron once again assures him by saying: “Well, I want you to come in. And then take it from there.” Making sure Aaron truly wants to be with him:

Stalking around your Ex’s house to see what he’s up to with Alex:

Going for a lunch date, after making sure that’s what Aaron wants:

Seeing your Ex on a date, sitting between them and insuniating that Alex uses the hospital as a pick-up joint–and that the hospital should know about it. Simultaneously guilting your Ex for trying to move on and staking a claim onto your Ex by saying: “I hope my husband makes you happy.“

Stating your interest in Aaron, but telling him: “If you want me to go, I will, as long as it’s your decision, and not his.” When Aaron turns him down, accepting it immediately and seizing contact with him:

As you see, it’s completely reasonable to call Alex Dr. McCreepy, Dr. ShitPrick and all other names. As we all know, being interested in someone, making sure they’re OK with the interest all along the way, and respecting their decision when they don’t want to start anything is, well…. creepy as Fuck! Aaron really dodged a bullet there.

They say that you never forget your first love, but god do I want to forget you.
I want to forget the butterflies that erupted in my stomach every time I saw you walking towards me.
I want to forget the way our lips moved in sync as our hands memorized every inch of each other’s bodies. 
I want to forget the warming music of your laughter and the sweet taste of your smile.
I want to forget every tear that I shed for you, both out of happiness and out of sorrow.
I want to forget that everyone used to tell us that we grew into the same person because now I don’t know which parts of me are me and which parts are you.
I want to forget your god damned curly hair and the way you moaned when I gripped it as we shared a pleasure that couldn’t be topped.
I want to forget what happened in all of our favorite spots as I walk by them when I’m going about my day.
I know that I’ll never forget you, but god do I want to.
—  i’ll never forget you (via @hagpoet)

anonymous asked:

This is going to sound like a random Question but what sort of Jewish represention do you think there should be more off? Like types of Jewish characters? Artists? Scientists? Healers? Mechanics? (Asking cause I'm writing a story and I want to add Jewish characters and I want to write Jewish characters that Jewish people can be happy about )

Oh man, that is an awesome question!

I mean, when it comes to types of characters, I think the more roles you let Jewish characters play, the better. So absolutely, all of the above to the ones you mentioned! Artists, scientists, healers, mechanics! All of those sound awesome! I’d love more Jewish warriors too! Jewish magic-wielders! Wise Jewish mentors and young Jewish coming-of-age stories! 

It’s less to me about specific roles, like “I want more Jewish scientist characters!”, and more about certain things you should keep in mind no matter what the specifics of your Jewish character are.

1) Avoid stereotypes. If your Jewish character exists to be greedy, untrustworthy, and money-hungry in some combination, you’re probably writing an anti-Semitic stereotype. Likewise, while I love the idea of a well-executed Jewish nerd character (I’m a Jewish nerd myself!), you need to watch out for two-dimensional, “nebbish” Jewish nerd types. If you’re not Jewish yourself, best to also avoid overbearing Jewish mother stereotypes and similar cliched roles.

2) Basically - if your Jewish character seems exactly like twenty stereotypical Jewish characters who already exist, you’re probably doing something wrong. It’s okay to take something that can be stereotypical, like a Jewish character who’s nerdy, or a Jewish girl who’s a spoiled popular kid (aka a “JAP”) and make it part of a larger, more complex character. But you can’t leave it at that. (NOTE: This does NOT apply to the “greedy, untrustworthy gold-digger” stereotype. It doesn’t matter how nuanced you try to make it, we don’t need more of those characters. Don’t do it.)

3) Occasional references to matza, gefilte fish, and Chanukah do not constitute thoughtful Jewish representation. Vary it up a bit. Do a little research. There are so many interesting ways you can incorporate Judaism into your character! We have so much history, so many interesting traditions and holidays! Try asking Jewish friends when you need help on the specifics. Most of us are happy to ramble.

4) LET MORE JEWISH CHARACTERS BE RELIGIOUS IN WAYS THAT AREN’T STEREOTYPICAL. This is probably the biggest thing I want to see as an Orthodox Jewish girl. Basically all the Jewish characters you see are either completely secular and culturally/religiously divorced from Judaism (see above point), or else a very exaggerated, cliched portrayal of ultra-religious “Hasidic” Judaism (note: this is usually not even an accurate depiction Chassidic Judaism, let alone anything that will resonate with the rest of us.) There’s such a broad spectrum in between that’s left completely untouched. Show me more Modern Orthodox Jews, Conservative Jews, Reconstructionist Jews. Jews who are genuinely devout (or not! or who are religious but struggling with it!) but also portrayed as regular human beings. Whose entire story doesn’t revolve around the fact that they’re religious. I can’t tell you how rare it is to see that.

5) Building up off the last point, NOT ALL JEWS ARE WHITE* AND ASHKENAZI (i.e. from the European diaspora.) As rare as it is for white Ashkenazi Jews to get good representation, it’s even rarer to see Sephardi Jews, Mizrahi (Middle-Eastern) Jews, Ethiopian Jews. And this isn’t just an issue of race! (Although it’s definitely important to show Jews of all different ethnicities.) Different Jewish communities can have very different customs and traditions, and it’s great to show the very different kinds of Judaism that exist out there.

6) Let more Jews be the heroes of their own stories? I can think of lots of stories with That One Jewish Side Character (maybe The Jewish Best Friend), but not that many where the main character, or one of the main characters, is Jewish and gets to have an amazing story told about them in which their Judaism isn’t an incidental thing that’s mentioned one time, but also isn’t the sole defining factor of their character and their story.

7) This is a personal thing, I’ll fully admit that, but: I really want to see more stories where the main romance is between two Jewish characters. A while back, I remember asking a group of Jewish fangirls I’m part of how many examples of that they could come up with, and you’d be shocked at how hard it is to come up with them. It’s not that you can’t have your Jewish main character end up with a non-Jew (though if they’re meant to be more traditional or religious, you need to think about how that would work) - you totally can - but I’d really love to see more epic romances between two Jewish people. 

8) More genre fiction with Jewish protagonists. Again, on a personal level, I’d love to see more Jewish superheroes, since we did freakin’ create the genre, after all. ;-) (And ESPECIALLY more religious Jewish superheroes, since we have practically none.) But in general more Jewish characters in fantasy, sci-fi, mystery, period dramas, romance. Again, it’s about letting us exist as fully-realized characters who aren’t solely defined by being Jewish.

9) If your character sounds like a bad parody of Fiddler on the Roof, you’ve done something wrong.

10) If your character sounds like a bad parody of The Chosen, you’ve done something wrong.

11) Don’t touch on the whole political controversy about Israel/Palestine unless you’ve really, really done your research and know what you’re talking about. Even then, it’s best to be cautious. 

12) Understand that Jews aren’t some kind of monolith hive-mind and not everyone will agree on what’s good or bad representation. The guidelines I’ve layed out here are based on the kind of representation I’d want to see, and overall I think most Jews will agree with the bulk of what I’ve said. But you’re not gonna please everybody, and that’s okay. As long as you’re thoughtful and respectful and do your best, that’s enough.

*Some people will argue that no Jews are white, only white-passing. That is a whole ‘nother debate that I won’t be getting into in this post. Suffice to say it’s a complicated issue, but I’m referring to white-appearing Ashkenazi Jews as “white” here for convenience’s sake, even though it’s not really that simple.

anonymous asked:

I’ve been wearing my binder for like 12 hours but my dysphoria is so bad that every time I go to take it off I start sobbing because I have to take a shower but it physically hurts to try

i’m going to be completely honest, i have no idea about anything to do with binding safety but if it’s hurting then something seems wrong? it may not mean much but please remember that i love you, you’re valid and you deserve to be happy 


Well, after years, literally years I finally made a follow forever. So why I’m doing this follow forever? I’m doing this beacuase I finally have 1k followers,I’m so happy about that and also I’m very grateful for the support tht you have given all these years, all the people who like and appreciate what I do, for real thank you so much.

 So the people that I’m going to make are blogs which I really like and I enjoy their posts(?) and I will never unfollow and some of them are my inspiration.

@lawlliets @peridoxxx @mintokkies @taeminplease @taeminmeow @taemincult @suho69 @305heaux @veriloquentmind @florese @minhoinator @kimjunhopps @kibaems @shineemoon @ashawol @taeskey @leetaes @amigonew @970214s @shineesque @k-suho 

love u  ☆

And with that -

I say goodbye for the week! I have lots of Thanksgiving prepping and baking to do, and I’m SO excited to report my short story is just about ready for submission!

Originally posted by kermityay

But before I go, I do want to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! If you are outside the US, I hope you have a fabulous week. Even if you don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, I want you all to know how very thankful I am that you’re here 💖

Originally posted by chibird