what if, and hear me out on this but. what if, when tracer isnt on a mission, shes emilys gf but she is, shes amile gf? or they just 'tray and share' her
hmm…There is still a story behind it But I have not painted yet Maybe this Christmas can be done. How to say it? Some people like
TRACER & emily
Some people like
I can accept both So put them all together
I think they are enemies (NO
My English is bad…. If not answered the question I’m very sorry
I think Katie needs to switch agents. She has the looks and talent to be a star and yet her agent is only getting her secondary parts or parts where she only has 30 seconds of screen time.
Agreed. I know there have been some complaints about her poor representation in the past. I can still say that I am still very proud of how far she has come though. Thinking on her success, she did a wonderful job in Merlin and at that point, when she was done after 5 seasons, she questioned whether or not she would work again.
She went on and got Lucy Westenra, has had a total of 3 projects in which she is the lead (something many actresses unfortunately cannot say), and now she has landed Lena Luthor which has gotten her a big surge in popularity and will, no doubt, open even more doors for her.
The way I see it, Katie is definitely more of a television actress which is great considering the idea of job security in some cases for actors. She does well, turns heads, melts hearts etc. And most importantly, she is enjoying herself. She is just happy to be working.
Of course, her roles in films haven’t been the greatest, but as she mentions, she judges roles/projects by their merits and I would assume the connections she can make. Was a Princess for Christmas great? Far from it. Yet she got to work closely with Roger Moore and Sam Heughan. W.E. – became friends with Madonna. Final Jurassic World scene? Brutal. But she had a blast performing her own stunts and has a scene that is easily one of the most memorable ones in the history of the franchise. Even those that aren’t her fans remember that.
And…. she can say she’s been in a Steven Spielberg movie. As she said, once one studio gives you a shot, the betters your chances.
Personally, I can say that I am even a little glad that she isn’t some starlet that shows up in huge budget blockbuster films. I especially wouldn’t want her first big role in a movie to be the ‘lead’ female in a Guy Ritchie movie.
She’s a private person and just wants to work and be proud of what she does. So, yeah, I think she does need new reps, but as long as she can say she’s happy, then I’m happy for her. 💗
This one is
set when (y/n) is pregnant with Darragh.
“Lucia!” She heard Harry shout. He never
usually shouted at the kids – or anyone for that matter – but he had been sleep
deprived any stressed all week, trying to finish up all his work early so that
he could enjoy Christmas with his family, which meant that he had gone missing for
about two days, locking himself away in his office. Her guess was that the
reason for his sudden outburst was due to being interrupted in his work.
As quick as she
could manage with a six month bump, she made her way up the stairs to find
Lucia with a tube of red lipstick in her hand and the walls of Harry’s office
displaying a range of red designs and patterns.
“Look what she’s
done to my work!” He was clearly frustrated- to the point where he was going
bright red. “There’s lipstick all over the fuckin’ walls and the song I’ve
spent all week working on has been ripped to shreds!”
swear!” His wife chastised him, picking the little girl up from the floor; who
was staring at her father with wide eyes. “And calm down, there’s easier ways
around things than shouting at a two year old!”
“A two year
old who should know better than to be drawing all over the walls! How’d she
even get to the lipstick anyway? It should be locked away in cupboard so things
like this don’t happen.”
being completely ridiculous, this is about more than drawing on a wall which
can easily be washed away.” She snapped at him. “So don’t you dare take it out
on our daughter.”
your daughter because she’s just sent me back to square one so I have to start
all over again to make money for this family.” She gasped in disbelief, anger
bubbling inside her. Had she not had their
daughter in her arms, she would have told him exactly what she thought of him
but he slammed the door in both their faces before she had a chance to say
anything- causing the little girl’s lip to tremble and, in a matter of seconds, there was floods of
tears streaming down her face.
hurtful and completely unacceptable, (y/n) was willing to forgive Harry for
what he had said earlier in the week because she understood that he was under
an extreme amount of pressure but, when he failed to even emerge from his
office that night and then completely ignored both her and the kids the
following few days, she was past the point of being able to reason with him. It
was Christmas, and while her friends all had their husbands finally finishing
work for a week or so, her own husband was blanking his family; leaving his
pregnant wife to sort out last minute gifts, keep the kids in good spirit and
organise their family meal for Christmas day.
She was in the
kitchen ironing clothes when Amelia came into the kitchen, tears rolling down
her cheeks. Immedietely, her mother was at her side, pulling her into a hug and
rubbing her back in soothing motions.
sweetheart?” She asked, pulling away from the hug and wiping away her tears
with her thumbs. “Tell mama what’s up.”
“I-I,” She could
barely speak through the tears, leaning into her mum for an extra cuddle to
calm herself- a cuddle which was given with no hesitation. “I made daddy a
Christmas card because he’s been really sad and angry and I-I found it in
th-the-“ She could barely speak, she had gotten herself into such a state.
“Hey, shh, deep
breaths sweetheart.” (Y/N) encouraged, breathing in and out with her.
my card in the bin.” The tears came back again when she finally let it all out
to her mother. “I found it in his bin in his workroom when I went in to see if
he wanted to come to our tea party but he shouted at me again because I was
being too loud.”
To say that
(y/n) was fuming would be an understatement. It was bad enough that Harry had
taken his stress out on his children but to do it at Christmas time when they
should be happy and excited was completely unacceptable.
not want us here for Christmas, mummy?” The little girl asked as she hugged her
mum again and her mother just squeezed her tighter, feeling her heart break
when she realised she couldn’t even answer that question.
“What are you
doing?” Harry’s deep voice startled (y/n) when he entered Lucia’s room, where
she was taking clothes from her wardrobe and packing them into a suitcase.
“Oh, so you
haven’t lost your voice then, you’ve really just been ignoring your entire
family all week.” She remarked, folding a pair of My Little Pony pyjamas and
setting them in the bag. Harry rolled his eyes at her comment.
“I asked what
you’re doing.” He repeated in a much more agitated voice. “Where are you going?”
“The girls and
I are going to stay with my mum for a few days?”
“How many days
will that be? You can’t take my children away from me at Christmas!” He was
getting more frustrated by the second, jaw clenching.
your children again?” She laughed a humourless laugh. “Because the last time
you spoke to me, Lucia was my daughter because she done something that every
single toddler on earth has done.” She moved to the chest of drawers and began
to lift out a few pairs of socks because she honestly didn’t know how long she
would be gone. “And do you know Amelia was crying the other day because she
thought her own father didn’t want to spend Christmas with her? I get that you’re
under pressure at the moment but I’m not letting you ruin our children’s Christmas
because you don’t know how to deal with stress.”
the drawer closed with a bang, just missing her fingers. “You’re not taking
them away from me.” He declared.
dare tell me what to do when I’m the one who’s been looking after them on my
own for the past two weeks.” She shoved past him to quickly zip up the small
suitcase and lift it off the bed. “Go and sort out whatever it is that’s
turning you into someone who I don’t know and certainly do not like and, if my
husband – and the girls’ father – is in there somewhere, he would better hurry
up and come back to us because I’m not putting them or myself through this for
much longer.” He didn’t have a chance to reply (not that he knew what to say
anyway) because she was already out the door and down the stairs and he couldn’t
bring himself to stop her- both her and the kids deserved so much better than
him right now.
Once the bags
were in the car, she returned to the house to get the two girls. It surprised
her that Harry wasn’t down yet, refusing to let them go but she was thankful to
not have to deal with the argument right now.
girls, let’s go.” She announced, lifting Lucia off the sofa and holding out her
hand for Amelia to take. They were just about to open the door when Harry came
running down the stairs.
don’t.” She sighed, opening the door and urging the little girl by her side to
“No, I-“ He
crouched down to Amelia’s level and opened his arms out for a hug. She
hesitated slightly but soon leaned into it and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m so sorry for being so angry, I love you.” He whispered, placing a kiss on
her forehead before he rose back up again and placed a hand on his wife’s arm
and leaned in to give his youngest daughter a kiss on the cheek. “And you too,
munchkin, I love you and I’m really sorry.” The two year old had no other
response than to giggle. “Look, I want nothing more than for you to be here
with me but I know you deserve much better than an ass like me right now.” He
announced to his wife. “Go to your mum’s, have fun and eat and sing loads and whatever
else but if you can please be home for Christmas, I swear I’ll make it the best
yet. No work at all.”
nodded, a small smile on her face. “I wouldn’t ever take them away from you on
Christmas, you know we’ll always come home.” She assured him with a warm smile.
He nodded and returned the smile and then watched as she took Amelia’s hand and
walked down the drive to the already warmed up car.
“I love you!”
He shouted. “All four of you!”
smiled back at him, placing a hand on the growing baby inside her, who was
kicking like mad- it was as if they recognised their father’s love.
home!” Amelia ran into the house first, leaving (y/n) to juggle a two year old,
three bags and two gift bags full of presents from their nanna. “Daddy?” She asked,
running through the landing and into the kitchen.
(y/n) heard Harry shout from the door, a feeling of warmth inside her when she
felt that her husband was finally back. The smell of ham hit her once she was
fully in the door and had set the bags down. Walking to the kitchen with an
excited Lucia on her hip, she smiled in surprise when she seen the table fully
set and her husband at the stove with an extremely over the top Christmas jumper.
all this?” She smiled in bewilderment, taking a good look round the whole
kitchen. “It’s only the twenty third, y’know.” She giggled.
“I know, but I
got too excited and mum said the ham tastes better if it’s cooked at least a
day or two in advance.” He shrugged, lifting the little girl from her arms and
spinning her round in the air. “Hello my little monkey!” He cooed at her. “Did
you have fun at nannas?”
“Yeah, we got
presents!” Amelia answered for the two of them.
Where’s mine?” He asked in shock, lifting Lucia up and blowing a raspberry on
her tummy, making her squeal and giggle.
coming tomorrow night, you can get presents then.” Amelia answered, bouncing in
“I’ve got all
the presents I need right here.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around his wife and
placing a kiss on her temple.
Sam’s eyes squinted as he stared at his brother and his best
friend from his perch at the table. His eyes narrowed almost to closing as he
watched them over the screen of his laptop. Part of him wanted to laugh at the
lines, and another part of him seriously considered that they had no idea they
were quoting a Christmas classic.
“I got to get home.” Castiel’s deep voice echoed through the
Dean raised an eyebrow with a plea lacing his pupils. “But,
baby, you’d freeze out there.”
At this point Sam had had enough. With a loud sigh he
slammed his laptop shut, gaining the other two men’s attention, before he
glared at the both of them evenly. “Seriously?!”
At that, Dean smirked with a cocky shrug. “What’s got your
panties in a bunch?”
Sam pointed a finger at him with growing agitation. “You
two. All it ever is around here is you two being disgustingly in love. If you’re
going to play weird games where you quote romantic shit, go to another room. I’m
glad you two are happy together but seriously it’s too much to witness every
goddamn second of every goddamn day and I’m trying to do research.”
Castiel couldn’t help the small smirk upturning his lips. “Dean
said that it would be fun to see how long it would take until you cracked.”
The last thing Castiel heard before both brothers darted
from the room was the sound of Dean’s belly deep laughter. The fallen angel
watched with a priceless smile as the younger brother chased the older brother
through the bunker halls with obscenities spewing from his lips.
It was the first Christmas that Castiel felt he had a home
to finally find happiness in.
When the laughter died down, and no more thundering
footsteps were echoing against the walls, Dean came charging toward Castiel
with a shit-eating grin on his face. The two embraced like an old dance they
had practiced for decades.
Just as Dean was pressing his lips to Castiel’s forehead he
whispered, “Baby, it’s cold outside.”
Castiel could only chuckle as he sunk deeper into the warmth
of Dean’s chest and let himself forget about the waging snow crashing down on
top of the bunker.
24 Days of Christmas: Best Present *Chris Evans x Reader*
Summary: I wrote my friend Julia ( @juliagolia87 / @promarvelfangirl) a thing over kik ‘cause I’m a nice friend, lol. And then it turned into something real, we just like Chris with a beard, okay? Don’t judge.
Note- Seems fitting to start and end it with Chris, I had a Romanogers thing with possible Winterwitch but reading it back, it was terrible so I deleted it and now I have this.
Chris slowly blinked his eyes open, the alarm clock on his bedside table reading 6 am, he gave a gentle sigh because no matter how much older he gets; he can never sleep in on Christmas. It only happens one day of the year, yet for the beginning of the month you’re preparing and then the day arrives, it happens in a blink of an eye and before he knows it, it’s New Year. He liked being up as easy as possible, to spend the whole day being Christmas-y.
He turns over and you’re lying with your back facing Chris, sleeping peacefully and Chris’s eye catches the window, it’s snowing which is usual for Boston and fitting for Christmas day. Chris wraps an arm gently around your waist, slowly pulling you to him and you make a little sound in your sleep before turning to bury your face in his chest, trying to sleep for as long as humanly possible.
Chris smiles as you tiredly blink your eyes open, groaning as you peeked up at the man-child, no matter how many Christmas’ you spent with Chris you’d never get over how early he wakes up. It’s like his body and mind is in sync with Christmas, you didn’t mind too much but you weren’t exactly a morning person, not even on Christmas morning.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers with a grin and you can’t help but smile and mutter it back to him.
You glance back up at Chris, he’s content with laying in bed for a few more minutes, his face has a permanent smile upon it. Your lying across his chest, you bring a hand to lazily smooth through the hairs on his face that he’s been growing since he last filmed as Steve Rogers, you preferred bearded Evans. You had nothing against shaven Chris, it was still your Chris but for some reason, you didn’t know why but he always looked a little cosier; a little warmer when he had a beard.
You scratched softly as he hummed lightly, eyes falling shut for a brief second before they open again, blue eyes shining even in the dim snowy lighting from the window.
“Well, at least, one of us would have been up if we had kids right now!” You chuckle lightly and Chris lets out a hearty chuckle before wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you closer. “God, you’d be getting them up, I know you, and you’d definitely do that.” You poke his chest accusingly.
He nodded in agreement, “Unless they have my enthusiasm, which means, they’ll be getting up at the time I was when a kid,” you wait expectantly, “around five in the morning.” You groaned as he laughed, “How my mum dealt with me, I don’t know.”
You push yourself up on your elbows and lean over to give Chris a gentle, soft kiss, you feel his beard tickle against the bottom of your face as he deepens the kiss with you. He gentle rolls you over, so you’re now laying underneath him, Christmas morning is usually spent in bed; not that either of you minded that, it was a nice way to kick start a holiday, in your personal opinion.
You spent mid-afternoon at your parent’s seeing your own family, you exchange presents with one another, your little cousins loving Chris who plays with them, and he even brings Dodger along who is everyone’s favourite dog. He also gets a few slices of turkey from your mother because she can’t help but spoil Dodger, much like Chris who gave his doggy-child a stocking and a few extra presents.
You then travel to the Evans household, his older sisters answering the door first, smiling and hugging you both. His parents are in the kitchen, cooking up a storm but they stop briefly to wish you a merry Christmas and hug you.
Chris settles into the living room, instantly playing with his nieces and nephews new toys they’d gotten earlier in the day, he couldn’t wait for them to open his presents from him; if there’s one thing for sure, Chris loved to spoil his family and you were no exception to that, but he loved seeing his little nieces and nephews faces when they opened presents.
Dodger was running throughout the house, new toy in his mouth and squeaking it, rather loudly and Chris’ dad wasn’t slowly losing his mind at the sound. Dodger eventually settled on Chris’s lap enjoying the toy in the living room, as you stayed in the kitchen talking to Chris’s mum and sisters.
“I thought Chris would have asked by now,” Shanna shrugs gently with Carly beside her nodding in agreement, “it’s his favourite time of the year, he’s a massive romantic nerd, I was sure it would be this Christmas.”
Lisa, his mum, laughed at her daughters and you just rolled your eyes. It’s not that you haven’t thought about it, you’ve both talked about your future, heck you did so this morning. Kids from the beginning were discussed, Chris always told you he wanted to be a dad, and it was a life goal at this point. He wanted as many, as you’d allow, which by default was as many as he wanted.
What yourself or Chris’s female family didn’t know was that he was showing his dad, brother and brother-in-law’s the ring he had picked up a month ago. Scott and your sister had helped picked it, it wasn’t too flashy but it was extremely pretty, it was a princess cut with two little diamonds either side the main diamond.
Once dinner was done and eaten, yourself and Chris finally gave the presents to everyone, opening yours in return. Chris was right, watching his nieces and nephews open their presents is so heart-warming, and you always get baby fever when around them. You cursed his sisters for having such wonderful kids.
The TV was on but no one was really watching it, except the kids; Chris claiming the Grinch is a classic and must be watched by the children, even if they didn’t understand the in-depth storyline. You were sat on Chris’ lap, enjoying Chris’s mum and dad talk about their children at Christmas time, how Chris was always the one to wake the rest of the kids up. It became a job no one asked him to take over.
“Y/N, can you get me my phone from my coat? I forgot to text Mackie and Downey,” you sighed with an eye roll, he kissed your cheek and watched you leave the room to his coat on the hook in the hallway.
Fishing inside his pockets you didn’t find his phone, but a small box, a Tiffany & Co. box to be exact. Your heart picked up in speed, hammering a mile a minute, you turned around and walked back into the living room where his whole family were still chatting. Chris grinned nervously when he locked eyes with you, his mum and sisters all gasped in shock at what you’re holding, his dad and brother plus the in-law’s all smiling.
“I know it’s cheesy of to me, I asked your dad this morning if it was okay, and I wanted it to be special! Christmas is my favourite time, and I can’t picture spending my favourite time without my favourite person… you.“ He was about to talk again but you beat him to it.
“Yes!” He sighed and smiled softly, you extended the box to him almost jumping excitedly which caused Dodger to wake up and jump up at you, you petted his head as Chris opened the box and presented the ring.
He placed the ring on your finger, kissing you softly and you giggled pulling back, tears already welling up in your eyes. Ignoring your small comment of, ‘your beard tickles’, he leant back down and kissed you again causing his nieces and nephews you all say, “gross”.
That was by far the best present, so far, in all the years you’ve been together.
You got your own back on his Birthday when you wrapped up a positive pregnancy test for him.
(And that’s all folks, unless I have a bonus tomorrow, I may do. Anyway, hope you have a good Christmas/ weekend. Eat lots and have fun. Love you all - Rosalee)
Christmas is fastly approaching and Jason has yet to purchase your final present, it is the biggest one yet. He thought about it months prior knowing that you will love him forever once he reveals a cute little puppy to you on Christmas morning. In his head, he pictures your reaction and how priceless it will be. He doesn’t care how expensive it will be all that matters to him is your happiness. You will love all the other gifts he has got you but the puppy will be your favourite, without a doubt.
Jason walks into a local animal store in Gotham city in order to begin the hunt for the perfect puppy. He is greeted by one of the workers, a tall, light-haired man with a bright smile on his face. Must be the Christmas spirit that has everyone so perky, which Jason has never understood personally. Until he met you, Christmas was just another day. Now it is an opportunity for him to show you just how much he loves and appreciates you.
“Hello, Sir.” The worker shakes hands with Jason. “How can I help you today?”
“I’m looking to buy a puppy for my partner.” Jason politely smiles back.
“Certainly, follow me.” He directs Jason to the part of the store where the puppies reside. “We only have a few breeds available. You can choose from what we have. Do you know what breed your partner would like?” The man clasps his hands and waits for Jason’s response.
“Uh, y/n loves all kinds of dogs.” Jason takes a quick look at all the wagging tails and big eyes looking up at him as if to say ‘pick me, pick me!’.
That’s when one little pup catches his attention the most, a little German Shepherd pup with its tongue hanging out and ears pricked up. Jason isn’t usually one to ‘aww’ at cute things but this particular pup is pulling on his heart strings. He walks over and the little dog stands on its hind legs and the wagging of its tail gets increasingly faster. It is then he realises it is a female.
“Hey, there girl.” Jason strokes the top of her head gently. “How would you like to come home with me?” The pup barks excitedly in response which seals the deal for Jason, she’s the perfect pup for you. “I’ll take this one.” He turns to the worker that stands behind him.
“Of course, Sir. I’ll get everything ready for you so that you can take her home.”
I am absolutely convinced that whenever any of the other Robins asked about Santa Clause or said they knew he wasn’t real, Dick would tell them a story about how he once helped Santa save Christmas back when he was Robin. And the first response is always disbelief, but the thing is, the story is really detailed and really consistent. No one can confirm whether or not the story is fake. There are case files on it. It’s the true mystery of the Bat Family every winter.
Dick absolutely loves sitting back and watching them try to figure it out!