aesthetics: parkwest

Late nights in the newsroom, coffee runs turning into stolen moments of goofing around in the face of deadlines, crashing together out of sheer exhaustion – this wasn’t supposed to happen. Neither of them expected catching a moment together amid the chaos to become the highlight of their whole day.


❖ lucy/jo au →rock band

the only thing better than being a rockstar goddess is getting to share the spotlight with a singer who can reach the highest octaves and knows how to keep up with her rhythm  that’s what lucy always said, wrapping an arm around jo’s shoulder and squeezing them together. jo always blushed, and tried to cover it up with a dismissive hand, followed by a snort.

she didn’t fool anyone, though.

» in which lucy is the guitarrist and occasionally sings, jo is the lead singer, they have the greatest band of all time, and, most importantly, they’re head over hells in love with each other.

Harry Potter Femslash: Cho x Ginny

(modern muggle au)

Cho and Ginny never got along at school, so it surprises everyone, including themselves, when they team up to take care of an orphaned seal pup that Ginny insists on calling Sedna (which Cho thinks is entirely ridiculous and not at all cute). However, as the weeks turn into months, they become friends…. or something like that.

Arwen and Eowyn are reincarnated into modern London, where they become flatmates. A month after they move in together they start having strange dreams about a magical world called Middle Earth.

faejilly replied to your post: anonymous asked:you’re quite a go…

wow, nonny, way to be an asshat. YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE MERRILL/ISABELA. THAT’S AS UN-CULLEN AS POSSIBLE, RIGHT? Something with rain.

 I first read this as ‘as far away from Cullen as possible’ and so, fic resulted:

Merrill/Isabela - in the rain - as far away from Cullen as possible

They run along the shore of the Wounded Coast, shadows streaking at their back clouds low overhead.

Isabela’s boots press hard divots in the grey, fine sand. Merrill is unused to the stuff, shifting from glass-hard to sticky and tricky and easy to fall through, her calves aching from the suck and pull of it. She trips over her friend’s footsteps. There is rain in her mouth.

“I think he’s gone,” Merrill gasps. “Can we?—I think I’m going to—”

Merrill stops. The ground is lovely and still when you’re not running all over it. She lets her hand press into the sand. Lifts it away and examines the pattern, swallowing cooler air. “Much better.”

Isabela’s laugh is softer than usual. It might be waterlogged. She crouches low, easy with her boots and her balance, and Merrill watches water drip over the spill of gold at her throat, heavier than the shirt that clings to her breasts and stomach in a way that makes Merrill want to reach out and touch, even though sand does get rather awfully in the way. Still, the sight makes Merrill smile, teeth pressing into her own lower lip.

“We lost him in the Rose, of course,” Isabela says, sigh almost lost. “Templars are so predictable.”

“Except when they’re not.”

Isabela’s eyes grow wide, just for half a breath. Wide and bright as beach glass. Her hair tangles over her face, water-dark and water-long, scarf lost halfway down her back. She watches Merrill and Merrill watches back.

“Except when they’re not, kitten,” she says. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“You have other things to worry about,” Merrill says. “You carry so many knives—”

Isabela leans in and licks a raindrop off the tip of her nose. Merrill breaks off in a squeak.

“That tickled—”

“—do you forgive me?”

“—but there isn’t anything to—”

“—yes there is,” Isabela says, cupping Merrill’s cheek, fingers playing with the beads in her hair until she’s smiling, and teasing the edge of Merrill’s ear until she shivers. “Why were we running away from the the Knight Captain, by the way?”

Merrill blinks. “I was shopping for…um… mirror things,” she manages, mouth twisting on half a lie. “But he had so many questions, and I wasn’t—” she holds out one palm, the skin shiny and new and still a little sore at over a small cut at the centre. It’s harder than she thought, doing it. She watches her friend’s face. Waits for a hiss of sympathy she doesn’t need or disapproval she could not bear. But Isabela’s face is as smooth as the sand beneath their bodies.

“I didn’t feel like I could lie well,” Merrill said. “Not right then.”

“So you ran.”

“And you ran with me!”

“Of course I did.”

Isabela’s fingers dance from her ear to her lips, and Merrill is grinning, delighted at the small noise the pirate makes as she sucks one fingertip into her mouth. Bites down just enough for friendliness.

“But—” Merrill says, breathless, mouth full of warmth. “If you didn’t even know what—”

Her lips are stopped. Two fingertips this time. A sharp tap. Something bright and sweet in Isabela’s eyes.

“—That doesn’t matter a bit, kitten,” she says. “Do that again.”


perfectlyrose  asked:

💗 (ily ♥♥ )

where did i begin with how much i love u khjskh

you’re so beautiful?? i love your face?? i love your hair?? i love that you’re one of those super cool people who can pull off peggy carter lipstick??

and tbh, you’re one of the reasons i write as much as i do. seeing the way you’re always up for a challenge, always looking for new ideas, is incredibly inspiring, and something i try to emulate. (also how to do u fill so many prompts omigosh you’re Amazing)

and your writing!!!! your stories are so uplifting and i’m always ‘!’ when i see a new kelsey fic in the dw femslash tag :’) i’m forever flattered i helped drag you into that boat. you’re the only reason i still read dw fic at all, and 50% of the reason i still write it on occasion.

you’re also so so so kind, and positive, like. just talking to you has the same effect as reading your fic. i’ve always admired you, and im IM SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS NOW CAUSE I LOVE YOU ok dkhdgj i’ll shut up now but you’re truly my favourite dw blog and one of my favourite people on this hellsite i love you so much ok