friday has a face

appleblossomqueen  asked:

Girl, I want to cry, I feel actual tears and an ache in my fucking heart. 😭😭😭😭😭

I KNOW!! I wanna slap that smirk so hard off Madeleine’s face! It has been a rough Friday for us Liam-lovers! My head tells me this was necessary so that there can be a second book. But my heart feels ripped out! Revenge is going to be so, SO sweet. Hopefully the 2nd book comes out next week, because I can hardly wait!

Once Upon a Time Season 7: Gabrielle Anwar, Devious Maids Alum, Reign Star Among 5 New Additions

By Michael Ausiello / July 6 2017, 9:59 AM PDT

ABC is putting a face to Once Upon a Time‘s Season 7 reset. Five faces, actually.

TVLine has learned that the Friday-bound fantasy drama is adding nearly a half-dozen new female cast members, most notably Burn Notice alum Gabrielle Anwar, Devious Maids vet Dania Ramirez and ex-Reign royal Adelaide Kane. Also boarding the rejiggered seventh season: Chicago Med‘s Mekia Cox and English actress Rose Reynolds (Poldark).

Details on the role each actress will be playing will be announced at Comic-Con a later date, but here are five clues you can chew on in the meantime: TVLine can confirm that Anwar and Ramirez will be full-fledged series regulars, while Kane, Cox and Reynolds are set to recur (at least initially).

The new blood infusion comes as Once boldly heads into uncharted narrative territory, down six key cast members including Jennifer Morrison, Ginnifer Goodwin, Josh Dallas, Emilie de Ravin, Jared Gilmore and Rebecca Mader. (Longtime Oncestars Lana Parrilla, Robert Carlyle and Colin O’Donoghue are staying put.)

As teed up in the Season 6 finale, Once Season 7 will revolve around a grown-up Henry (played by The Walking Dead‘s Andrew J. West) and his daughter Lucy (Jane the Virgin‘s Alison Fernandez). The official logline for the “reset” warns that “the residents of the Enchanted Forest face their greatest challenge yet” as Parrilla’s Evil Queen, O’Donoghue’s Captain Hook and Carlyle’s Rumplestiltskin join forces with Henry and Lucy “on an epic quest to once again bring hope to their world and ours. Along the way, fairy tale characters new and old search for true love, find adventure and once again take sides in the struggle of good against evil, as classic tales are once more twisted and reimagined.”

Once Upon a Time this fall shifts to Fridays at 8/7c; a premiere date has not yet been announced.


friday, we finally made it

The sixty seconds between 3:29 and 3:30 last two years. He swears the clock is moving slower than usual. Is his watch broken? Did they disconnect the bells? Did he accidentally fall into an alternate reality where time is slower? Is he really in the Matrix and -

The bell rings, and he barely has time to say, “Okay, guys, have a good weekend and don’t forget your homework!” before the kids are practically climbing over each other in their scramble to get out of the classroom.

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anonymous asked:

how about Pepperony + pregnancy announcement for trope prompt?

(Warning for misogyny).

Pepper lectures Tony for four consecutive hours over keeping his mouth shut. She has it all planned out. Quiet announcement at the four month mark, about the end of the time where she can get away with keeping it private, if she wants to remain a public figure.

And, god, Tony is so proud, so over-the-moon-excited-proud, and so prone to bursting out good news when he feels that people should be celebrating with him. But they’re going to wait.

First, they’re going to wait to make sure this is a sure-ish thing–she doesn’t mention this to Tony even though she’s sure he’s thought about it, but she’s over forty now, in a high-stress lifestyle–then give themselves as much time to handle this privately as they possibly can. The longer she can go without paparazzi hounding her for baby names and belly shots, the happier this pregnancy will be.

Tony agrees instantly, and she’s pretty sure he’d agree to anything she wants, a theory tested and proven when he runs out at nearly midnight to buy cherry Garcia ice cream because “cravings,” even though cravings in the first trimester aren’t typical and she’s certainly not having any stronger than usual.

Still, Tony’s sweet and accommodating, and, as previously noted, over-the-moon at the idea of a baby. Their baby. He’s nervous, too, but thankfully not to the point of nervous public babbling.

It probably shouldn’t surprise her that she’s the one who blows it, even if only by technicality.

She’s just past the three month mark, so she supposes she made it further in this than she truly expected, given the total lack of privacy in their life. She’s started to think about finding an interim CEO, to take her spot while she’s on maternity leave and Tony taking his paternity leave. She’s started to discretely shop for larger maternity clothes, and has conceded defeat in the heel department and invested in some good, dependable flats.

“Mr. Stark,” a paparazzi asks, cornering them on their way home from a lunch out. “What do you say to rumors that you’re planning to leave Ms. Potts, now that she’s started to let herself go?”

Tony looks so angry he could spit, red in the face and fists balled up.

Pepper starts to laugh. “Not happening, he’s stuck with me now,” she says, tugging on Tony’s shoulder so he turns to face her.

“Has he proposed? Is that why you feel the ability to focus less on appearances?”

Pepper snorts. “No further comment,” she says, before dragging Tony away before he can get a word in edgewise.

From there, it takes the gossip rags approximately four hours to put it together, her wearing flats, her not drinking when they go out, the weight gain.

“Potts and Stark–Iron Baby on the Way?”

“Next Generation Stark Heir”

“Potts Tames Playboy”

Of course, Pepper’s never one to be outdone, and she did have a reveal planned.

So she waits twenty-four hours, then has FRIDAY snap a picture of them, Tony’s face pressed against her belly. He likes to whisper to the baby. Tell the truth, she likes it too, which her fond expression in the picture makes evident.

She uploads it to Tony’s instagram account with his murmured permission–he barely looks up from her stomach–with nothing but a heart as a comment. The world can make what they want of that.

She and Tony are busy having a conversation with their baby.

Top 5 fanfics written by me 
    - Nobody asked, but who cares (not me)

5. Of scarves and coats (KNK) - SeungJi, Fluff
    ↳ Jihun comes to buy yoghurt every Monday and Friday. Seungjun has a theory, that the boy can’t go without seeing his face for a whole week. (651 words)

4. Man’s Best Friend (MONSTA X) - WonKyun, smut, gang, violence
    ↳  Changkyun has no idea how he ended up like this. Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t want to admit it. (5k words)

3. 10 Minutes Too Late (SEVENTEEN) - 2Seung, angst, mental health issues
    ↳  The clock is 10 minutes later than the real time and Seungkwan really likes Seungcheol’s voice. (815 words)

2. The feeling of home (SEVENTEEN) - JeongCheol, fluff, ABO/Wolf au
    ↳  Seungcheol is a lone and hurt omega. Jeonghan has been looking for him for weeks. (5k  words)

1. Hourglass (SEVENTEEN) - WonHui, angst, terminal illness
    ↳  “If you believe in it, let’s meet again someday, another place in a healthy body.” (14k words)

ok but? isak being punched in the face on friday that i’m sure has to do with either his sexuality or even (which kinda brings it back to his sexuality too cause that’s his boyfriend right there) and yet he shows up a week later holding his boyfriends hand and wears a flower in his hair? i love him 

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((I didn’t see this said NSFW until I finished oopsie))

Stupid pretty [Name]. Stupid [Name] with their stupid hair and pretty eyes and stupid laugh. Monoma hated them. He hated them with every ounce of his being. If they were in a burning building and he could only save [Name] and Shiragaki Tomura, he would most definitely—
“Oh hey is that [Name]?”
He jolted out of his daze at Kuroiro’s remark, embarrassed and disappointed to see that they were nowhere in sight.
“Ha, I got him! I can’t believe you fall for that every time.”
“Hm, yeah, you got me. Ha ha.” It was true. Monoma didn’t hate them. He couldn’t hate them, even if they were in that shitty A-class. [Name] was just too good. Too nice. They weren’t like the rest of their class, however silly it may sound. They didn’t laugh at him, they didn’t think they were better than anyone else. They were amazing.
“Whoa. He seriously went right back to daydreaming.” Kendou murmured.
“Thas imbresseev.” Tsunotori slurred.
“I’m not daydreaming.”
“Oh really? What were we just talking about five minutes ago?”
“…” Fuck.
“But seriously Monoma, just tell them. It’ll be easier than you sitting here imagining it, right?” Oh, silly Kendou. Silly, naïve Kendou.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing to tell.” ‘Yes Neito,’ he thought to himself, ‘and denial’s just a river in Egypt.’
“Yeah, okay,” Kendou was staring him down. He hated it when she’d do that. “Anyway. Yaoyorozu’s coming over to collaborate on the homework, and she’s probably gonna bring [Name] based on her previous track record. Go talk to them then.” He glared up at her. “Do it or I’ll duct tape your door shut and you’ll have to go through the window.”
Well, he lived on the third floor, and he was not about to jump to get out. “Whatever.”

As soon as there was a thump on the door, he retreated back into his room. Yeah, sure, he’d have to deal with tape. He had an old ass knife to cut with. He heard that class rep and [Name] chatting downstairs, so Kendou was definitely right. Dammit.
There was a tap-tap-tapping on his door, before [Name] stuck their head in. How did they even know which room was his? “Yo Monoma? You in there?”
“What do you want!” He tried to sound indifferent, maybe a little bitter, but he just sounded a little too eager.
They stepped in, perching on the edge of his desk. “Kendou said you were being moody. She also said that I was ‘the best person to go see what’s wrong with that idiot,’ so here I am. What’s up?”
Fuck you, Kendou. Why did they have to do this to him? Why couldn’t they just leave him be? “I’m not moody!”
“You say, moodily.” They laughed a little bit and it was simultaneously the best and worst thing they could have done. “Seriously. You don’t have to tell me, but it might make you feel better.” He stayed silent. “Okay, if I can guess, will you tell me?”
“Yeah, sure, okay. You’re not gonna guess.”
They relocated to his bed, slumping against the wall. “Uh… Alright. Is it… You copied off of Tetsutetsu’s homework?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Yeah, you’re right. Um, you’re the one taking the red pens from class A.” He shook his head. Fukidaishi was the one doing that. “You’ve got a crush on me.”
They were laughing again. Mortifying. “Wait, for real? Holy shit man!” Oh no. “I thought that was wishful thinking! Come here!” They launched themself at him, peppering kisses all over his face. He was going to die. “Seriously, you were all moody because you like me?”
“Well, you can stop being moody and start being my boyfriend! Kiss me back!”
They were nose-to-nose with him, practically sparkling with a grin. “Yeah, okay.” He brushed his fingers over their cheekbones, leaning in for a deep kiss. “There. Better?”
“Nope! I think I need one more. Aaaand maybe a date on Friday. Maybe.”
He felt a little smirk etch across his face. “Ha well, if you’ll beg like that then how can I say no?”

MMFD Fanfic: About Time

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic in forever, but I love love love Archie and Chloe and wanted to explore them a little bit. Hope you enjoy :)


After Rae leads Finn out of the pub with a look of determination screwed on her face, and after Chop makes some half-cocked excuse as to why he and Izzy have to leave, Archie and Chloe are left alone at the table. Around them, the other regulars ebb and flow, and faces Archie has long associated with Friday Night at the Pub blur together. Archie’s on his sixth beer and Chloe’s on her third vodka tonic when he returns from the bar with their next round. Chloe smiles her thanks and knocks back half the glass in a single swallow. He thinks he should tell her to slow down, especially because he has no idea when she last ate, but she’s smiling for the first time in days, and he doesn’t have it in him to tell her to stop.

“All right, Chloe?” he asks, as she puts the glass back on the table.

She looks at him and giggles, giggles the way she did the night they first met, when Chop introduced her as, “this fit bird who came down to the shop last week.” Archie smiles ruefully back. “All right, Archie. Jus’ a long week, weren’t it?”

“Feels like the longest week of my whole life,” Archie agrees. He pulls a cigarette out of the carton in his pocket and then offers the box to her. Chloe shakes her head. He has a feeling she’s got no interest in being sober tonight. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

She shrugs, the noncommittal shrug she reserves for things that are monumental but that she can’t talk about right now. “You remind me of Atlas when you do that, you know? Atlas and Ayn Rand.“

Chloe looks at him blankly, probably trying to process what he’s just said through her alcoholic haze. “Who the fuck are ya talking ‘bout, Archie?”

“Atlas,” Archie repeated, “He was a titan in Greek mythology. He held the whole world on his shoulders. Ayn Rand wrote a book called Atlas Shrugged back in the fifties that was all about the importance of capitalism and why the Soviet Union sucks. She said if she ever got the chance to meet Atlas, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, she would tell him to shrug. When you shrug, you look like you’re straining beneath the weight of the world.”

He’s probably lost her, because she’s looking at him like he’s half out of his mind. But then she smiles real slow-like, and he’s got a feeling this is one of those smiles she reserves just for the Gang—one of those smiles where you can see the cracks just beneath the surface, if you’re looking hard enough.

“You’re definitely a bit off, Archie,” she says, after a moment, “but you’re pretty perfect, as well.” Then she collapses into a second fit of giggles, and Archie decides it’s time to take her home.


Before he takes her to her house, Archie brings them to his and takes her upstairs to sober up. His parents are still being weird about him being gay, and bringing Chloe round at half three in the morning is bound to cause even more confusion, but Archie knows what Chloe’s parents are like and he’s not about to give them any more of a reason to make Chloe feel like shit. He makes her coffee and offers her a shower, both of which she accepts passively. “I don’ need a shower, Archie,” she mumbles, as he pushes her into the bathroom. Never mind the fact that she smells like the inside of a distillery. She comes into his room about ten minutes later, looking a little bit more sober.

“I don’t have any clothes now,” she says, accepting the coffee mug with her free hand while the other holds up her towel. Archie nods towards large t-shirt and an odd looking pair of boxers on his bed.

“It’s the best I can do,” he says, as she eyes the pile. The t-shirt is black with KISS printed across the chest in bold, white letters. It used to be his dad’s, but Archie appropriated it for painting the windows last summer and has yet to give it back. The boxers are also black. They’re about three years old, so he’s assuming they’ll fit Chloe. Though looking at her collarbone he has a feeling she hasn’t eaten since before she ran away.

She smiles and hands him her coffee mug back. She pulls the t-shirt over her head, and drops the towel. If there were ever a litmus test for Archie’s sexuality, he’s pretty sure this would be it. He hands her the coffee back after she finishes pulling on the boxers. For a moment, they stand there, staring at each other. And then Chloe asks, “Do you think I’m a good person, Archie?” right before she starts crying.

Archie has never been good with crying girls. Even when his mom cries it makes him feel awkward. But Chloe’s sobbing outright and Rae’s probably getting sexed up, which means both she and Finn are out of commission. And most likely Izzy and Chop are doing the same thing. Which means there’s just good ol’ Uncle Archie to comfort their Chloe. He knows he can’t let them down.

“Chloe, I think you’re an amazing person,” he says, as he puts his arms around her and envelopes her in a hug, “I think you’re the best kind. It’s why you’re one of me best mates.”

“But I’m not funny, or smart, or sweet. I’m shit with advice and with talking. Nobody’s ever wanted me for anythin’ but my body.” Some of the words get swallowed by her attempts to stop crying, but Archie catches enough of what she’s saying to figure out the rest.

“I don’t really care about your body, Chloe,” he quips, pulling out of the hug to look her in the eye. “You’re right fit an’ all, but you’re not really my type.”

he laughs at that, not a drunken giggle, but a sound that sounds kind of broken and hopeful at the same time. “You don’t think I’m a bitch?” she asks, after a moment.

“Only sometimes,” he replies, smiling. She swats him half-heartedly and leans back into the hug. When she finally pulls back, he thinks some of the weight has fallen from her shoulders.


During the football match Finn begged him to come and watch, Archie is pointedly trying not to make eye-contact with anyone while also trying not to get pulled into Chloe and Rae’s conversation about who was the hottest player on the field. Rae, ever loyal, is firmly standing behind Finn on this, but Chloe has her eye on Ravi, who’s tripped over himself twice because he’s caught her watching him.

“What do you think, Archie?” Chloe asks, when Rae has yet again proven that Finn is better looking than Ravi. They both turn from in front of him to gage his response. Rae doesn’t look like she really cares one way or the other, but Chloe’s got that determined look on her face, and he has a feeling that he’ll be grading men one to ten by the end of the game.

“I think you’re both mental,” Archie quips.

Chloe shakes her head, “I’m serious, Archie. Who do you think is the fittest guy on the field right now?”

He feels like this means something. He feels like this is some kind of ritual which will cement not only his sexuality but Rae and Chloe’s acceptance of that sexuality as well. Like picking which guy he thinks is best looking somehow makes his abstract theory of being gay a flesh-and-bone reality. “I don’t know,” he tries, not sure he’s ready to take that plunge.

Rae goes to turn around, but Chloe puts her hand on Rae’s knee to stop her. “Archie, it ain’t that hard of a question.”

“All right.” He scans the field, but he already knows who he’s chosen. He’s had a crush on Tristan Hull since year ten, when Tristan moved here from Northampton. For his part, Tristan is probably the straightest man in the history of men. “Hull’s pretty good looking, I guess.” He tries to play it off, but Chloe’s smiling all the way to her eyes.

She looks pensive for a moment. “Yeah,” she says, like she’s passing judgment. “He’s fit. A bit too tall for me, but I guess he’d be the right size for you. Too bad he’s got a different girl every week.” And she flashes him one of her carefree grins before turning back to the game. Rae rolls her eyes before meeting his and they share a smile at the expense of Chloe’s off-hand remarks. Then she turns back to the match, her eyes following Finn’s ass up the field. Chloe, for her part, fixes her hair and rolls a tube of lip gloss over her lips—for the fifth time in less than an hour.

Archie leans back, glad to have the Gang back together again. After this, they’ll meet up with Izzy and Chop at the chippy and plan out the rest of Rae’s birthday celebration. Izzy will sit on Chop’s lap and Rae and Finn will pretend to pay attention while really having a secret conversation only the two of them will understand. Chloe will steal all of Archie’s chips and then complain that she’s eaten too much, and Rae will probably eat one of Finn’s and feel the exact same way. Izzy will giggle about something terrible Chop says, which will prompt him to say it out loud and cause them all to grown, and maybe that’ll be enough to make Chloe forget that Archie’s type is tall, blond, and athletic. Yeah, he’s definitely happy to have everyone back.

And yet, even though nothing’s changed, it all seems a bit different.    


Dear Blackout,
I have been so inspired and so moved by all of your stories and your beauty. When it comes to most things in my life I almost always feel like an outsider, but because of #blackoutfriday, i now feel like I’m really a part of the black community. I am normally extremely self conscious about my appearance and I’ve been trying to get better about that and today has helped me make a huge leap in my self confidence.
Thank you all so much, truly I am eternally grateful for today :’)
For anyone wondering I’m a blasican (black, mexican and korean) 😘

The Pavarotti Pavlovian–Pav·lo·vi·an conditioning (n.): A process of behavior modification by which a subject comes to respond in a desired manner to a previously neutral stimulus that has been repeatedly presented along with an unconditioned stimulus that elicits the desired response.

a.k.a. how in the world does bird talk turn Blaine on? it’s slightly cracky - I’m just having fun. ao3

“Do we need a code word? I feel like we need a code word.”

Blaine looks up from his homework, frowning slightly. “A code word for what?”

Kurt blushes, obviously a bit uncomfortable, but he plows on - something he’s been doing more and more of lately. “For when we’re in public, with friends or whatever, and we want to… you know.”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Making out,” Kurt says, rushed. Blaine sits up on the bed and crosses his legs, figuring he should probably give Kurt his full attention for this. Kurt gets up from his chair and moves to the bed, a questioning, nervous look in his eyes that Blaine returns with a warm smile and a pat on the space in front of him. Visibly relieved, Kurt sits there, legs tucked underneath him.

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