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Not fandom related at all, but guess who is semi-formal ready! It isn’t until next Friday, but I’m so happy that I look so good ❤️ @clumsydweeb @love-doesnt-discriminate @psychedemigod @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @elizabethschxyler @hamilficsfordays (I know some of us haven’t talked but ily all and wanted you to see how handsome I can be)

That one flashback. Where they’re all kids.

It’s all cute, y’know. Edd is drawing, Toms got his bear, Tord looks like he has bedhead, and Matt is just bein Matt. But Paul????

HE HAS A CIGARETTE ON HIS DESK

…actually

It looks exactly like the one he has in his mouth all the time and it never looks like it’s actually lit does he just carry it around in his mouth??

Even as an adult.

The true mystery of Eddsworld 

forgive me please ive been awake for over 20 hours

Trust Me (ch17)

olicity || ao3 || explicit || smut & angst || 43,450 || more fics

summary: When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work.
chapter word count: 1642
chapters: 17/?
a/n: so… this is basically just a fluffy filler chapter, but I thought y’all might enjoy some Mother’s Day fluff. 


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Oliver slipped into Felicity’s room. She and Ellie were fast asleep. He carefully plucked the sleeping toddler from the king sized bed, cradling her as he stepped back out into the hallway. It was a little early for her to be awake, but he thought she might want to help him out. It was Mother’s Day after all. She buried her face in his chest, her little fist gripping onto his shirt tightly.

“Hey,” he whispered, stepping into the kitchen.

“No,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. She sounded like her mother.

“You don’t wanna help me make breakfast?” he asked.

“Breakfast,” she seemed to wake more.

Of course Felicity’s daughter was stirred by the idea of food. That was usually the only way he ever got her to wake up in the morning. He thought Felicity should sleep in that day and be treated with breakfast in bed. With the help of her little one of course. Felicity deserved a break. She was going through so much, dealing with Malcolm and trying to make decisions about everything from her living situation to her job and general future. This was something small, but he really thought that it would at least cheer her up.

“Chocolate chip pancakes for mommy’s day,” he said.

She tilted her head up and looked at him with a drowsy and confused expression, “Mommy’s day?”

“Mhmm,” he continued, “It’s the day where we celebrate all the moms, but especially our own. So, we’re going to make your mommy breakfast in bed.”

“Not supposed to have food in bed,” she mumbled.

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Lyrically, though, Goulding isn’t moving away from matters of the heart. “I swore I wouldn’t write more love and heartbreak songs,” she says. “I thought, ‘Do one, get it out of your system.’ So the first song is, like, ‘Hold me! Don’t let me go! Stay with me!’ But it wasn’t out of my system. I’m obsessed with writing love songs, I always have been. I think that’s why I started writing songs in the first place.”

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“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”