every picture of her is perfect

when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid”  and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.

she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink. 

“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”

Normani doing what she does best, seeking out any camera when a 25 mile radius

7

The musical is legitimately perfect, each actor put so much effort into capturing their characters. There’s so much emotion in every song it’s everything a PJO adaptation should be, finally.

I’m too spent to write up a full report tonight, but I promise there will be one! For now here are some pictures of the stage before and after the show, and the Playbill! And @percyyoulittleshit already shared because I spastically sent her a message during intermission ANNABETH NOT ONLY HAS BLONDE HAIR, BUT BLONDE CURLY HAIR. I didn’t think that would matter so much to me, but it literally took it from watching an actor on stage to seeing Annabeth.

I think I’ve had a misconstrued vision of love. I thought love meant constant texting, never spending a second apart, never having a fight. I thought things had to be picture perfect for a love to be real and I would need to do anything possible to reach these unattainable standards. Love doesn’t have to be like that. I’ve come to realize that love can be the exact opposite. Love is being able to trust who you’re with when they’re at the bar with their friends, without needing to hear from them every few minutes. Love is helping her pick out the hottest outfit to go to the club with, even though you won’t be going with her; because she deserves to feel beautiful on a night out. Love is spending days apart and acknowledging that everyone needs alone time, but it doesn’t mean they don’t care. Love is arguing. Love is getting annoyed that she’s late to every date, every party, but never leaving without her. Love isn’t always perfect. Love doesn’t have to be only happiness to be healthy. Love can be every emotion built into one, but the good ones outweigh the bad. Love is knowing that no matter what, you can feel safe, secure and healthy with yourself and with your relationship together. Love is everything.
—  Love is you.

anonymous asked:

Steve's puppy is in love with his shield. She insists on sleeping in it, eating out of it, and is not impressed when Steve tries to swap in a replica to fool her.

Tabitha was tiny and black and white with a little black spot around one eye and Sam took one look at her and joked that she had the same worried crease between her eyes that Steve did.

He’d adopted her from down South, a pit mix of some kind that was attentive and sweet.  And curious. Snuffling around his gear and when she tipped his shield over on accident she went scurrying away, only to creep back when it didn’t chase her and nose at it until she realized it was perfect for a rocking-bed.   

Steve took approximately 300 pictures and decided there was no harm in letting her doze in his shield while he set up her bed and bowls and toys and made sure he’d puppy-proofed everything.

Only.

Only that wasn’t the end of it.  A week later, and she was still nudging it with her nose until it tipped over and snuggled in for the night every night.  He’d given her a meat bone earlier in the day and she’d trotted off with it, tail high, to curl up in his shield and chew on it.

It was on his next mission he decided things had to change.  The fur could be easily brushed away and the bone bits washed off, but the leather straps had little teeth marks in them that would soon be big teeth marks and Steve realized he might have encouraged a bad habit without meaning to because it happened to be cute.

So he bought her one of the plastic replicas he found on Amazon and set it on the floor for her.  She was interested at first but had barely gotten a paw in it before she pulled back and left it for his actual shield.  He put treats in it and tried redirection and she kept stubbornly (like you, Sam smirked as he filmed some of Steve’s unsuccessful retraining) refusing to use the plastic shield.  

He went on Etsy and bought a cosplay replica that was an impressive facsimile.  So good, Tabitha laid down in it.  

For five minutes.  

It was Clint who finally fixed everything, sending T’Challa a series of photos and a note that simply read “a little help?”.

A week after that, a package arrived from Wakanda.  Inside, a perfect replica of Steve’s shield in pink, white, and blue with “Tabitha America” painted on it and half-dozen leather straps for her to chew.

alwayssaltontherim  asked:

I just go gaga at the height difference between Rick and Michonne. They have a good height and body ratio to each other. They fit so perfectly. I can just see him manhandling her in the bedroom with consent of course and it's just yum. Dom Rick is my kink. Lol

I live for their height difference. Which is why this picture has been my lock screen since February. 

Michonne is jussst the right amount shorter than Rick. (I remember Danai saying they were very interested in her height when she auditioned, and I have to wonder if the potential for this pairing had anything to do with it.) And yes, they are perfect for one another in every way, right down to their body types. Lean, athletic. You can tell Michonne was in the gym all the time, and Rick probably ran a lot, maybe for work, but since the apocalypse, he’s worked out other thangs. 👀 

And I really love how Rick asserts his dominance, but he still manages to be tender with it. The way he took control on that couch, but was still so very gentle, keeping all the romance of the moment in tact. And even in the van, that slow roll he does to get on top, he’s all considerately holding onto her back as he does it. 😄And it was preceded by belly kisses! Ugh, it’s so good. He’s so good. Like I t’s in the same vein that he walks around with a baby on his hip, and a machine gun strapped to his back, and I just really love me some Rick Grimes.

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

Love is... a concerto in A Major - K622

By: @thegirlfromoverthepond

My deepest thanks to @titaniasfics for her help in betaing this story :) thank you so much, lady :)

the awesome art is done by the so gifted @akai-echo.

She comes every Friday afternoon, taking the girl with curly hair to her flute lesson.

Every Friday I watch as she passes before the windows of my class, talking to her daughter, laughing.

One day in September, I heard her laughter through the now-open windows, and I swear, i’ve never heard music so pure.

I know it’s pitiful. I know that i shouldn’t be completely infatuated with the mother of one of the kids we teach to, but I can’t help it.

Her husband is the luckiest man alive.

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Kindergarten Teacher Gothic
  •  at the beginning of the year, you buy 18 boxes of crayons. By the end of the first month, you have to go buy 10 more. Who is taking your crayons? The children aren’t–you check their bags every afternoon, and all the crayons are in their containers when you leave for the night. The next morning they are gone.
  •  one of your students can write her letters A through F perfectly on Friday. You are very proud of her. When you check her paper on Monday, you see nothing but scribbles and archaic symbols. You do not ask what they mean. 
  • the children are chanting in perfect unison, their voices matched perfectly in pitch. Is it a new game? Is it an ancient ceremony? They only do it at recess, and you are not on duty this week, so it is not your problem. You pray for the teachers on duty.
  • there is a teacher in the teacher’s lounge you have never seen before. She says she has been here for seven years but you know you are not wrong. Every picture of her in the yearbook is obscured by shadows and blurs, and you are afraid.
  • the songs you sing to your class about the days of the week and the colors of the rainbow echo in your mind day after day until you can’t tell one from another. Are they even words anymore?
  • you hear a scream and hurried footsteps in the hallway. When you check, no one is there. There was never anyone there. You tell the emptiness to walk quietly in the hall anyway.
  • you are working one-on-one with a student. You look down for a moment. When you look back, it is a different student. You do not question this.
  • an announcement comes from the office: the principal has not been seen anywhere in the building this week. If anyone knows his whereabouts, please call the office. You wonder how this week is different from any other week.

jii-chan  asked:

Top 5 otp headcanons

If you at all thought that any of these wouldn’t be tsukyam I’m going to need you to start being honest with yourself.

1. If a topic Tsukishima is interested in comes up he won’t even think about it before taking the chance to unknowingly show off how much he knows about that particular subject, like so, and Yama will always, ALWAYS be super duper impressed and go off about how smart Tsukki is. And Tsuk does that “shut up, yamaguchi” thing because he gets embarrased but he actually feels good about it. Conversely, Yamaguchi will go on long incomprehensible rants about his interests that Tsuk doesn’t really understand but still listens to, nodding along and going, “oh, I see”. 


2. Tsukishima’s parents ADORE Yamaguchi and try to spoil him rotten, and Yamaguchi’s mother ADORES Tsukishima and indulges his sweet tooth every chance she gets. Tsukishima, as a result, is so polite when he’s in the same room as her because he can’t disappoint her he’d feel so bad if he shatter her illusion about him being a Polite Young Man and the Perfect Guy For Her Son. Yet Yama feels at complete liberty to act like the brat he secretly is with Tsuk’s parents, laughing along as they show him Tsuk’s baby pictures. 


3. Yamaguchi learned baking back when they were both little and learned that Tsukishima had a sweet tooth. He begged his mom to teach him so he could properly thank  Tsukki for saving him and being his friend!!


4. When they’re both older and Tsuk isn’t so insistent on pretending he doesn’t have wants he’s going to let himself love Yama as much as he wants and that means lots of kisses and affection and “I love you”s and even being a bit needy.


5. When they have kids there are only two people that aren’t surprised by what a great and attentive dad Tsuk is: Yama and Akiteru. The person most surprised of all is Tsuk himself.

It starts like this: She’s sitting across from you, and you’re watching her like you may never see her again. You study her every detail in hopes of burning the shape of her lips and the curve of her face into your memory, but you know the minute that you look away, she will become a blurred outline of the girl you remembered. It’s like you spent so much time painting this perfect picture of her, and the moment you step away, you plunge the canvas underwater, and the paint rises, and it falls apart. She’s no longer perfect, and who are you kidding? You never were an artist, but like I said, it starts like this: She’s sitting across from you, and you’re sitting across from her, and you can’t help thinking that she could be the next goddamn Picasso, but she would never pick up a brush or even attempt to mold clay into the shape of your jaw or the slope of your nose. You both know that memories fade and the paint will peel, but she’ll forever be a mess of reds and yellows smeared across a blank wall in your mind, and you’ll make her a glorified fucking masterpiece while you’re still an empty sheet of paper with no potential and no desire to be filled.
So take a deep breath because it ends like this: You’ll look down at your hands, and they’ll be covered with the colors that she was, and she’ll stand up, and she will walk away from you, and her hands will be clean. And it’s not her fault that she never wanted to paint, and it’s not your fault that you don’t have a damned clue how to hold a brush. Some things just are, and with her, you are not.
—  H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #39 // the eye of the beholder

We see Ser Barristan’s dismissal through Sansa’s eyes, and I think it is a very important step to her becoming disillusioned with the system of knighthood and songs. In her last chapter, after hearing her father has been labelled a traitor and writing letters to her family, her coping mechanism is that she “took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his borther’s queen” (551). She still fully buys into this idealized picture of knighthood, even though she has already encountered Gregor Clegane and realized that not all knights behave the way that she should. When she sees Ser Barristan–in every way the perfect knight–discarded she sees the system of knighthood function completely opposite from the way it should.

“They all laughed then, Joffrey on his throne, and the lords standing attendance, Janos Slynt and Queen Cersei and Sandor Clegance and even the other men of the Kingsguard, the five who had been his brothers until a moment ago. Surely that must have hurt the most, Sansa thought. Her heart went out to the gallant old man"
-Page 623

Sansa is immediately able to empathize with Ser Barristan, because he is like her and like Ned–they are people who did what they were supposed to, acted with honor, did they duty, followed the rules. And they each get punished for it in turn. It’s a small moment in comparison to seeing her father lose his head, but seeing Ser barristan disgraced is a crucial step for Sansa to realize that the system does not reward good behavior, that it is a game she must learn how to play and that survival is on the line.

Company

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

~ EXO!Gangsters/Mafia

~ Kai x (she)reader

~ Inspired by the Lotto mv

~ Idk really know what this is, it’s been in my drafts for agessss so I decided to finish it. Hope you enjoy xx



The place was buzzing with activity. Humongous golden chandeliers descended from the high ceiling, men dressed in nior suits throwing plastic chips towards the centre of their circular tables, women sporting fabulous gowns holding carbonated drinks while chatting to each other. This is the first time she had ever been to a casino. “Hopefully the last as well…” She thought.


She was waiting for a friend who said they would be here at nine. She glanced at her watch, 10:38 it read. She huffed out in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time she’s been stood up or forgotten about.


She quickly gathered her belongings from the chair beside her and made her way to the bar. A ray of different liquors and spirits were displayed in front of her.


“What do you want sweetie?” The bar man asked, while cleaning a wine glass.


“Surprise me.” She said. It’s a Saturday night and she came out to have fun, she’ll just have to do it alone. The bar man smirked; turned to the range of beverages behind him and started his work. She perched herself on to the bar stool and looked at her surroundings.


The club was placed at the edge of town, when her friend gave her the address, she had never heard of it before, despite living here for what feels like years. Due to her lack of knowledge she didn’t expect to see the room heaving with population. Everyone was minding their own business, expect one person…


She felt his eyes on her for however long she had been there. He was located at the centre of the room on a raised platform, sat around a poker table with eight other men. Their eyes were all focused onto the cards, his wasn’t. He slowly stood up from his seat and made his way down the steps towards his interest.


As he passed through the crowd they parted into two to let him through. It was like something out of a movie, everyone turned their gaze away from him, but she couldn’t move. The way he approached her was mesmerising, his eyes and her own were transfixed on one another. His tight black bespoke suit hugging his figure and showing off every feature in his strut. His chocolate brown hair swooped up revealing a picture-perfect face. Cat like eyes, pouty kissable lips, glowing golden skin. Her breath was getting shorter by each step. 3…2…1…


“Hello,” He spoke in a soft tone, she could hardly hear him due to the loud jazz music in the background, but all her focus was on him… and only him.


“Hey,” She whispered. He licked his lips.


“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he looked down at his feet shyly “you’ve been alone all night, I thought you would need some company.”


She didn’t know how to respond, she was so fixated by his beauty. He chuckled at her lack of response.


He gently stepped forward so he was placed between her legs, he brushed a strand of hair falling loosely down her face, that she didn’t even know was there, and tucked it behind her ear. She knew this was weird to feel like way about someone she had just met, a complete stranger was towered before her but she didn’t care.


He brought his lips close to her ear, she could feel his breath against them.


“Come with me baby.” He whispered, his hands placed onto her hips.


“I don’t know who you are.”


He lifted his head so he was opposite her face, he looked deeply into her eyes.
“A girl like you shouldn’t be alone in a place like this,” he motioned to the surroundings “It’s dangerous around here, the people are dangerous.”


A puzzled look appeared on her face, “Dangerous?”


He smiled sweetly and let out a small snicker. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”


More confusion followed. Yes, she know didn’t that this placed existed but dangerous?? Her town was peaceful and quaint, danger wasn’t apparent in these areas… or so she thought…


“I can protect you.” He offered his hand for her to hold, an invitation… with no way out.


In this moment, she felt her entire life rush over her, this gorgeous man whom she had never seen before is standing before her, her friends, her family, her past… her future.


Something came over her, it was an automatic impulse. She took his hand. He leant forward a softly kissed her forehead, nose, and cheek.


“Good girl.”


“I’m Kim Jongin,” He said with a smile “and this is my world.”


His Last Request - Pt. 8: An Exciting Breakfast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: “Panic attack hangover,” nosy neighbors, fluff on fluff

Word Count: 5100ish

Summary: Dean and The Reader adjust to their new “apple-pie-life”

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me during my long hiatus. I’m not super proud of this chapter as I was a little rusty from my long break but hopefully its alright. It’s the fluffiest chapter I’ve written for this series so it felt a little awkward to me tbh Thank you @torn-and-frayed for helping me think up a name for the nosy neighbor OC haha Hope yall enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated!

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Masterlist

“Wawa….Wawa…”

You grimaced and scrunched your eyes together even harder as you felt tiny fingers poking your face.

“Wawa…Wawa! Wake up, Wawa!”

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go to Wawa…” You murmured sleepily, rolling your face into the pillow and away from the disturbance.

“Looks like she’s not budging, Jen,” You heard Dean’s voice pipe up. “Time to take some drastic measures.”

You heard Jenny giggle and your eyes shot open just as Dean yelled, “Baby Bomb!”

You felt a weight slam into your back and Jenny let out a chain of giggles in response to your “Oomph!”

“Wawa! Wake up!” She commanded, crawling up towards your head. You rolled over slowly and gently enough for Jenny to easily slide off of you and onto the mattress. You noticed Dean sitting at the edge of the bed laughing at you.

“What happened to ‘I got her, you just go back to sleep.’” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Breakfast happened,” Dean chuckled.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I have a Modern Glasgow prompt if it's agreeable! We all know Jamie loves Claire pregnant. Could we get an intimate scene with them from his POV? Honestly, pregnant women go through a horny stage so Claire might even jump HIM lol.

Modern Glasgow AU

Claire rolled her eyes, trying so hard not to get exasperated at her adorably persistent husband.

“I *promise* I’m all lined up, just like I always am. I’m getting cold!”

From his position kneeling on the floor, Jamie carefully held his phone at eye level, squinting at the screen and focusing the camera. “As ye say. Now hold still – oh come on, Claire. Ye can smile a bit, no?”

Claire rolled her bare shoulders and hugged her arms tighter across her breasts, warming herself with thoughts of the incredibly soft wool blanket which Jamie loved to wrap around their shoulders at night. Giving Jamie the smile he craved – for there was so much to smile about.

Five months pregnant now with their first child. Their beautiful miracle. What they had hoped and prayed for. What they had endured so many uncomfortable tests and treatments for.

And every day, Jamie took a picture of Claire’s bare belly. From this angle, her bare toes lined up against a floorboard in their kitchen, flush against the light blue wall that had been one of their projects right after moving in, they watched the baby grow. Not so much day by day – but very noticeable when compared to a few weeks ago.

It had been Jamie’s idea – shared with Claire on their way home from Dr. Abernathy’s office, on that momentous day when he’d confirmed what the six home pregnancy tests had already told the already ecstatic parents-to-be.

Too excited for the bus, they’d decided to walk home. It would take over an hour, but it didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter – now that they had this absolutely spectacular news.

It was a bright spring day – barely a cloud in the sky. Such a rarity for Glasgow that they felt the whole world was celebrating with them. After stopping by the nearest church for a quick, heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving, Jamie and Claire were almost skipping down the street. Two lovesick idiots – impossibly in love with the world, and each other, and the tiny bairn nestled in Claire’s belly.

“I’ve an idea,” Jamie had said at length. Claire’s smile widened at the sunshine in his voice.

“And what’s that?” Her eyes followed a mother holding her toddler son’s hand, helping him toddle across the cobblestones at the crosswalk.

“I ken ye like when we take the pictures. So I was thinking – what if I take a picture of yer belly, every day? So we can have a memory of this time, and maybe share it with the bairn, once she’s grown?”

Claire stopped, tugging Jamie’s hand so he moved closer. His grin was dazzling. She stepped up on the top of his shoes and pulled him into a long kiss – breaking away only when a lorry driver whistled at them as he rumbled by.

“Let’s go home, then?”

“Perfect!”

She blinked, and then held her smile as Jamie stood, groaned at the effort, picked up her shawl, and settled it around her naked back. He swiped awake his phone screen, and there she was – her skin and smile so radiant.

“I look huge!” she mused. “How did that happen?”

He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “And you a medical student! Well, ye know, when a man and a woman love each other…”

Playfully she nudged her hip against his, and he pulled back just a bit – keeping her safe in the circle of his arm.

“And what’s next for us, tonight?”

Jamie’s eyes creased into conspiratorial blue triangles. “I don’t know. What ideas do you have?”

She dropped the shawl. Stood proudly naked before him.

Enjoyed watching him swallow.

Tilted her head.

“Perhaps you could turn on the *other* camera?”

“Aye,” he croaked, stricken. Overcome with love and adoration and want and pure *need* for this woman. His wife – the air in his lungs. The blood in his veins. The backbone of his very existence.

She licked her lips. Knowing exactly what she was doing.

And turned, and softly padded down the hall toward their bedroom.

And Jamie – ever so bright – was powerless to follow her.

Rosie Watson being the most terrifying badass 5'2" ball of intellect and joy to ever grace the earth.

Rosie Watson picking fights with asshole bullies a foot taller than her at 14 and kicking their asses

Rosie Watson bringing flowers to Mrs Hudson and Mrs Holmes on Mother’s Day

Rosie Watson having the worst of her father’s depression and finding herself on the edge of a bridge one night in uni

Rosie Watson making damn sure no one around her ever feels that way too

Rosie Watson taking in stray cats and naming them after Shakespeare characters

Rosie Watson always knowing how to make her fathers act like grown ups when they need to

Rosie Watson saving countless girls from horrific nights at every bar she goes to

Rosie Watson beating the shit out of a would be mugger and sending him to the hospital with a collapsed lung

Rosie Watson taking a day job at the Natural History Museum because she loves to learn and teach

Rosie Watson filling her first flat with bright colors and happy family pictures

Rosie Watson cycling everywhere cause she’s a dork - the bikes name is Alan

Rosie Watson writing silly names on all her possessions, the stereo’s Kelly, her toaster is named Markus, and the fridge’s name is mike.

Rosie Watson visits 221b about every couple of weeks after she moves out just to keep up with the adventures

Rosie Watson deducing a Norwegian drug king to tears while executing a perfect choke hold

Rosie Watson who always feels a little homesick when she hears a violin

Rosie Watson who has lunch with John every week

Rosie Watson always struggling with her depression but always smiles when people need her to

Rosie Watson being the bravest and wisest and kindest girl to ever walk on earth

Rosie Watson, just Rosie Watson

freckles

Pairing: dean x reader Word count: 1,347 Warnings: language? Fluff? Author: @senselesssamii

I’ve known Dean Winchester my whole life. I’ve watched him take down countless monsters single handedly. Watched him drink, anyone that would challenge him, under the table. Watched him hustle drunk after drunk out of their money,at pool and poker. I’ve seen him patch Sammy and I up like it was nothing. But the part of him that mesmerizes me the most, was his freckles. He didn’t have them his entire life though.

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20 Years ago

I was in third grade and my friend asked if I wanted to play Buffy in gym class. I didn’t know who Buffy was but it sounded like fun. I agreed to be Willow and we ran around the jungle gym with sticks catching vampires.

Little did I know, Buffy would change and shape my life for the next two decades.

In middle school, when kids were having sleepovers and discovering parties and boys, I would wrap myself in a blanket in my room and rewatch the episodes of Buffy I had painstaking taped week after week.

My first crush was Angel, my heart breaking when Buffy had to sacrifice him to save the world.

Willow was my best friend, my heart racing when she finally found love with Oz, my heart soaring when she met the one with Tara.

Xander taught me that sometimes people will judge you but that doesn’t mean they don’t love you. Accept people’s flaws because they can learn and grow if you help them.

Despite all odds, I fell in love again when we re-met Spike in season 4, discovering my first “OTP” and never looking back.

Buffy herself was the hero I needed. She was strong but she was flawed. She could save the world in one moment and give in to her selfish desires the next. We don’t need role models who paint a picture of perfection. We need role models who show us that the path isn’t always clear or easy to follow. You will make mistakes and you will fall. Keep fighting. No matter what happens. Never let anyone underestimate you.

Buffy went off the air when I was in the 8th grade. It was heartbreaking to say goodbye to 7 years of my favorite show, and daunting to enter high school without the safety of the Scooby Gang to welcome me home every Tuesday night at 8.

Buffy taught me to be strong and to embrace who I am.

Seize the day, cause tomorrow you might be dead.

anonymous asked:

What's everybody getting up to for Valentine's Day in the galaxy far, far away? Kylux? Finnrey? Techienician? I want to hear about these great celebrations.

ANON, I’m so glad you sent this, thank you! Yesterday I started this little modern AU Valentine’s Day ficlet and wasn’t sure I’d finish it, and your ask inspired me to finish & post it :33

It’s not the galaxy far, far away version, but it does feature all three of those couples! Happy Valentine’s Dayyyy~~!

I call this: ALWAYS SOMEHOW REHEATING FISH, as it was inspired by the new Girls episode and me laughing at that quote re: meaty near-naked Kylo and his naked partner being awful to their roommate.

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Finn smirks as he passes the long line at the flower stand in his building’s lobby. They ran out of red roses around lunchtime and are now selling the dregs to desperate people who didn’t plan as well as he has. He got an email confirmation that the custom bouquet he ordered for Rey arrived at her apartment two hours ago, and her creepy cousin actually responded to his text about placing it in her room. Whether or not Ben actually did so is still uncertain, as it’s hard to predict what he’ll do, regardless of what he says, but Finn has tried to come up with some reason why Ben might want to sabotage Rey’s Valentine’s Day flowers, and he hasn’t landed on anything yet. As obnoxious as Ben can be, he does seem to genuinely care about Rey. Finn would love it if this affection for Rey would translate into Ben maybe attempting to find his own place and letting Rey live her life without her codependent cousin haunting her steps, but he’s not going to hold his breath waiting for that to happen. Not yet, anyway: eventually he’s going to ask Rey to marry him. Maybe next year. At that point, Ben will hopefully take his cue to move out.  

If Rey says yes, that is.

It’s a gray and rainy Tuesday, just a little after six o’clock in the evening. Finn thinks about texting Rey, though she likely won’t have time to look at her phone until her shift ends in five hours. She’s a waitress at Jakku, one of the trendiest restaurants in town, and today will be hell at work for her: the restaurant is fully booked, packed with couples who will expect her to cater to them and their special day while she juggles ten other tables who all demand the same level of doting attention in exchange for Jakku’s insane prices. Rey has been dreading Valentine’s Day all week for this reason, just like she dreaded it last year, when she and Finn were still only friends. Last year all he did was send her supportive messages when she griped about the work day she faced and then about how gruelling it was. He’d offered to bring her some ice cream at midnight, when she finally got home, but she’d said she just wanted to sleep.

This year they’re not just dating but getting pretty serious after seven giddy months. Rey has given him a key to her apartment, where he sleeps more often than not, though he has his own place and it’s pretty nice, definitely quieter. But Ben is not there, and if Ben wasn’t inventing nonstop excuses to need Rey’s “energy” nearby in order to stay sane, he wouldn’t be Ben.

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sangrites  asked:

oooh you should write some cute tomarry fluff where they meet as kids

Since most go “Harry goes to the past” we are going to go “Tom goes to the future”

  • Harry lives happily with his parents in Godric Hollow. He loves his new baby sister and the Potter family couldn’t be more perfect.
  • Down the street, there is a foster home. Every Christmas, he and his family would make cookies or cake or bring presents to them. 
  • One Christmas, when Harry was five, a new boy came to the house and Harry liked him instantly.
  • His parents thought something was off about him, but Harry didn’t care. He wanted to play with his new friend Tom and would not stop talking about him when they were separated.
  • Tom’s foster mother, said that Tom had been acting horrible in his other homes, but strangely he had started behaving perfect with her as soon as Harry came into the picture. 
  • So Harry could still have some sort of muggle culture in his life, he still goes to grade school before he goes to Hogwarts and he and Tom are together in every class. 
  • They are always seen holding hands and sharing secrets, something the other children tease them for.
  • When James sees Tom speak to a snake for the first time, he forbids Harry from ever seeing him again
  • When he figures out that Harry can speak to snakes too, he realizes he had been an asshole and offers to become a foster parent to Tom because he is just that kind of guy.
  • Harry and Tom share a room and love to tease Harry’s little sister when they can. Nothing too mean, but hiding her favorite doll from her and watching her get confused is always funny to them.
  • When harry AND tom both get their hogwarts letter, they all go out to celebrate for Ice Cream and Tom insists that he and Harry share.
  • Tom insists that he and Harry share everything.
  • Tom gets very upset that Harry is in Gryffindor
  • Tom gets very upset that Harry has new friends other than him
  • Harry tells tom to get over it and says that he can share his friends with Tom if Tom will share his new friends with him, too.
  • When Tom and Harry find the chamber of secrets, James, Padfoot, Remus, and Pettigrew insist that they are the best marauders they have ever seen. As a present, James gives Harry and Tom the Cloak and the map.
  • Harry and Tom become pranksters on a skill that would rival the Marauders, but no one ever knows its them because who would ever believe that the Head Boy and his sweet and innocent boyfriend, would ever try to turn the potions classroom into a skating rink? That’s preposterous.