domestic-work

anonymous asked:

Que pensez-vous shawn serait comme si vous étiez français / pourrait parler français? 🌹

Translation:

What do you think Shawn would be like if you were french/spoke french?

He would be this really cheesy boyfriend who would be just constantly asking you to speak french and “What does that mean?” “How do you say that?” 

“Say what?”

“That!!!” *wide gesticulations as he points at the fridge*

“Frigo?”

“God that sounds hot…”

“Shawn… Fridge? Sounds hot?”

*literal heart eyes Shawn*

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married bbies 。゚◟ (*; ▽  ;)◞。゚ 。

☕ coffee magic ☕

(reposting bc i deleted the original post, whoops)

a compiled list of easy correspondences for witchcraft on the run! or, to start your mornings with a simple potion, ingredients/flavors you can add to your coffee to have a magic start to your day

🌾 sugar

love and attraction, positive attention

🍼 cream

nurturing, prosperity, and protection

🍬 caramel

love, kindness, domestic works

🍃 cinnamon

divination, fortune, healing, power, prosperity, protection, psychic abilities, spirituality, wealth, and wisdom.

🌰 almonds

prosperity, wealth, and wisdom

🎃 pumpkins

banishment, divination, healing, prosperity, and protection

🍇 blueberry

protection

🍫 chocolate

love, lust, health, prosperity and money

🌾 vanilla

happiness, love, and lust

🌰 hazelnut

fertility, protection against evil, creativity, intuition, and psychic abilities

🍇 raspberry

love and protection

Working through my anon prompts as promised.  This one got eaten by tumblr thanks for the efficiency guys so helpful.  The prompt was something along the lines of:

Bernie catches Serena changing into her scrubs.

So this happened.  I regret nothing.

Bernie Wolfe pushed through the door of the locker room and stopped mid-stride at the sight of Serena Campbell shrugging efficiently out of her ubiquitous orange blouse.  In the muted light Bernie could see the dusting of dark freckles across Serena’s creamy shoulders and she leaned against the wall, her blue scrubs dropping from her suddenly nerveless fingers.

After more than a month of sharing Serena’s bed, mapping the constellation of those same freckles with her lips as well as her hands, she was still caught off guard at how breathless she became at the sight of Serena as she stripped herself bare.

“Don’t just stand there Ms. Wolfe,” Serena was all business but there was an undercurrent of playfulness in her voice, “Quick as you can. That bowel isn’t going to resect itself.”

“How did you know it was me?” Bernie asked, “I could have been Morven.”

“Morven doesn’t smell like vanilla.”

“I do not smell like vanilla,” Bernie stated as she leaned over to pick up her scrubs.

“You do,” Serena shot back, “and furthermore Morven does not, pant.”

“Pardon?” With two steps Bernie was at Serena’s side, her eyebrow raised.

“You heard me,” Serena smiled and glanced up at Bernie even as she pulled her black camisole over her head, gratified to hear yet another sharp intake of breath from the blonde beside her.

“Your style of panting is fairly…..distinctive.”

“Distinctive?” Bernie innocently traced her fingertip along Serena’s collarbone, allowing it to dip into the hollow between her breasts. She raked her nails lightly across the swell of Serena’s belly, fingers barely brushing the top of Serena’s trousers.  Her lips found the shell of Serena’s ear.

“Really?” she whispered, her voice deliberately breathy, “Recognizable? Rather like that little mewling cry you make in the back of your throat just before you-“

“Yes, thank you Berenice,” Serena blushed furiously and decisively removed Bernie’s hand from her waist, “A girl doesn’t like having all her trade secrets revealed.”

“You’re blushing,” Bernie laughed as she slowly started unbuttoning her shirt.

Serena blushed even harder.

“I’m not,” she said imperiously as she yanked on her scrub top, “it’s just another bloody hot flush.”

“Shall I call ahead to theatre and ask them to set up a wee fan for you Ms. Campbell?”

“Keep that up and you might find I’m not nearly as accommodating when it comes to warming your freezing cold feet later this evening,” Serena warned.

Bernie snorted and bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing outright as she quickly shucked her jeans and grabbed for the bottoms of her own scrubs.

She stepped into them and watched as Serena deftly unzipped her trousers and let them fall to the tile floor. Bernie gasped for a third time since entering the locker bay, desire flooding through her even as her eyes widened in shock.  

“Who would have thought it,” she let out a low, appreciative whistle, “Serena Campbell.  Commando.”

“Well if someone had done the washing when it was her turn I wouldn’t be in this predicament,” Serena retorted, “On balance, I must say it’s been rather a freeing experience.”

“You’ve been wandering about all day, without knickers, and you didn’t think to tell me,” Bernie’s voice dropped an octave and she grabbed Serena around the waist, her hands moving instinctively to cup Serena’s bottom.

“I thought it would make for a nice surprise,” Serena’s tart reply was softened by the lingering kiss she planted at the corner of Bernie’s mouth, “after our shift.”

She extricated herself from Bernie’s arms and headed toward the door, putting a deliberate sway in her hips.

“And how am I supposed to concentrate in theatre,” Bernie sputtered, “ With you, when you, with you standing across the table from me bare-arsed under your scrubs?”

“Call on some of that army discipline,” Serena tossed a saucy look over her shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll be able to cope.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Bernie growled as she followed Serena out of the locker room.

“Perhaps next time when procrastination sets in you’ll think twice,” Serena replied sweetly,  “before leaving all the dirty washing in a giant heap on the floor.”

“This conversation isn’t over,” Bernie warned, her knuckles brushing over the swell of Serena’s hip before she stopped, allowing Serena the opportunity to put a respectable distance between them.

“It would be a tactical error to think I don’t know what you’re doing, Major.” she called as she continued down the hall.

“Just enjoying the view,” Bernie sighed to herself as she quickened her pace.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long, frustrating afternoon.

It’s Quiet Uptown

Part Two

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: language, anxiety

Summary: Post Civil War AU, Steve and Bucky decide to have a child, and experience things they never expected to face. 

Author’s Note: This story is going to be a series, and it’s written by the number of months/years as things happen in the story line. I would add a better description but to add anything more would give away the biggest plot twist of all :)

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A few cast members have transcended this show. Danai is one of them. TWD has not scratched the surface of the talent this woman has. When haters say she’s not a great actress, they narrowly base it on the her limited dialogue and slow story arcs. She’s one of a few cast members who could actually write & direct episodes. In between TWD & CC she’s writing plays, doing movies, conducting MAJOR domestic and global humanitarian work, and hanging out with Bono. Beautiful too! TWD are the lucky ones.

anonymous asked:

But wouldn't it be cute like you and shawn are neighbors but are dating and he'll just pop out in your window in the middle of the night

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“psssssst Y/N… psssst!!!!”

“SHAWN WHAT ON GOD’S EARTH ARE YOU DOING??”

“I climbed through the window?”

“I can see that! The question is W H Y?”

“I wanted to see you? Isn’t that obvious?”

“Oh so you just climbed a TREE because you wanted to see me… Naturally… DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN OKAY?”

“Y/N are you sure you are okay?”

“I think I lost 20 years of my life… but I’m fine. I’m calm. I’m collected.” *deep breath as Shawn cuddles into your neck feeling bad for scaring the living hell out of you*

anonymous asked:

Ok but imagine annoying Shawn on purpose because his annoyed face is so cute and him finally getting fed up with you and just lightly spanking you as you walk past, not enough to hurt but enough to sting. And you let out this little squeak of surprise and he stands up trying to hide a smirk like "Look who finally shut up"

“So… spanking huh?” *crowds your personal space*

When people make jokes about marriage being prison for men*

People make jokes about husbands who are not wild and free anymore because they´re commited to a “boring” life of monogamy and family. Well, here is the news: the wives made the same commitment.

For men*, “marriage as a prison” is “good” for jokes.

For women* “marriage as prison” is not funny at all.

Apart from societies (in different times and places) where women* are totally subjected to their husbands will and demands, even in “modern” societies, societies with alleged gender equality, women* still spend more time doing domestic and care work, which means, they are to a higher degree deprived of their free time and freedom of doing whatever they like. And of course, for women* it´s much more likely to be the victim of domestic abuse and violence.