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How To Talk To Your Son

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2016. Look in his eyes for the first time in nearly fifteen years. He doesn’t look the way you thought he would. More like Mulder than you anticipated, which is startling. He also looks a little like the dumpy woman fluttering about the porch, still in disbelief that a government helicopter just landed on her front lawn. He looks like her in way that old married couples are indistinguishable from each other, in the way that dogs start to look like their owners. Or is it the owners who start to look like the dogs?

“William?” you ask, even though you know.

“Yeah?” His voice hasn’t dropped yet.

“I’m Agent Scully, I’m going to need you to come with us.”

He looks to the woman on the porch, her colorless brown hair coming loose from its braid. “What is this about?” he asks.

“There’s not much time to explain,” you say, “but there’s a man in this helicopter who’s very sick and we think you might have a certain… element in your genetic makeup that can help him.”

His blue eyes flash–at least those are yours–as he tries to process. Then he says, “Okay.” Just like that, he believes you, and finally you think you understand how Mulder feels, after all these years.


2015. “Just think about it,” Walter says, and you do. You really do.

You have forgotten what it would be like to come home not smelling faintly of antiseptic and bile every day. You and Mulder are friendly. It wouldn’t be terrible to work with him again.

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On the topic of Mac’s Teeth

Alright so the hot topic of MacCready seems to be his his teeth. Love them? Hate them? Doesn’t really matter, cos it’s canon and they’re here to stay.

But why? Between all your companions, why is Mac the only one afflicted with awful dental hygiene? Well, there’s a bunch of reasons as to why Mac’s teeth are the way they are. Let’s explore this.

Note: it’s r e a l l y long and took me a few hours to compile but I really hope you guys find it informative and/or interesting.

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lost and found viii

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - chapter eight - it’s been a long day, please forgive errors

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“Grief is the price
we pay for love.”
—Elizabeth II

Betty wakes up to sunlight on her face; gossamer beams filtered through dusty white shutters that paint themselves over her body still entangled in Jughead’s dark blue sheets. There’s a short moment of incognizant bliss, a drowsy illusion of peace. But suddenly, the quiet is stifling and her thoughts turn immediately to her son.

Jumping from the mattress, Betty doesn’t bother with clothes, only wrapping the sheet around her as she sprints from Jughead’s room to her own, only to realize Tobi’s not inside it.

Fear seizes her heart until she hears the sounds of a children’s show from the living room, along with the unmistakable jingles of his toys. Rushing out into the space, Betty holds the knot of the sheet in the center of her chest, feeling her heartbeat race beneath the skin as her breathing evens out.

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here are everyone’s ‘firestarter’ lines for willow, just because

wilson:
FIRESTARTER = “Again?”,

maxwell:
FIRESTARTER = “She’s a firestarter. And a twisted one, at that.”,

wickerbottom:
FIRESTARTER = “What have I said about lighting fires, dear?”,

wx:
FIRESTARTER = “RELINQUISH YOUR LIGHTER, FLESHLING”,

wigfrid:
FIRESTARTER = “%s has more fire in her eyes than usual.”

webber:
FIRESTARTER = “Another fire? Well, as long as you’re happy…”,

wendy:
FIRESTARTER = “Let’s watch the world burn together, %s.”,

wolfgang:
FIRESTARTER = “Is not big surprise.”,

woodie:
FIRESTARTER = “Business as usual, I see.”,

I love that all of the friendlier/more social characters are just like ‘eh, this is a thing that she does, whatevs’

And here are willow’s lines about firestarting

willow to wilson:
FIRESTARTER = “Oh, %s!! Let me help with your next fire!!”,

willow to other!willow:
FIRESTARTER = “Burny twins! High five.”, 

willow to wolfgang:
FIRESTARTER = “Don’t hurt yourself, big guy.”,

willow to maxwell:
FIRESTARTER = “Amateur.”,

willow to WX:
FIRESTARTER = “Are we lighting fires?! I want in!”,

willow to wendy:
FIRESTARTER = “%s! Was that your fire? I’m so proud!”,

willow to woodie:
FIRESTARTER = “Burn it all, %s! Burn it!”,

willow to wickerbottom:
FIRESTARTER = “Didn’t know you had it in you, %s.”,

willow to wes:
FIRESTARTER = “Make it BURN!”

willow to webber:
FIRESTARTER = “Your fires are so cute, %s!”,

willow to wigfrid:
FIRESTARTER = “Yes, %s! Burn!!!”,

BONUS: I found another character with concerns about Wilson’s mental health! It’s…. Wigfrid!
FIRESTARTER = “Hm. I worry about you sometimes, %s.”,
That makes FOUR characters with lines that indicate they think Wilson is crazy or in danger of going crazy! (Wolfgang, Maxwell, Wendy, and now Wigfrid!) That means… 36% of all playable characters in the game (not counting the Shipwrecked ones, who are not canonically included yet so have no opinions either way) have concerns about Wilson’s sanity! 

That’s more than a third, and Maxwell and Wendy are fairly intelligent characters, if a touch pessimistic. Wickerbottom should maybe check on that instead of telling him to wear a jacket all the time?

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1960s Style Icons: Grace Slick

“With her heavy bangs, kohl eyeliner and billowing sleeves, Grace Slick embodied the rock ‘n’ roll allure and psychedelic hedonism of the 1960s. Lead singer of Jefferson Airplane, her revered hippie style lives on in the haunting dirge of the controversial “White Rabbit” and folk-rock anthemic beat of “Somebody to Love." Slick was beautiful with a devil-may-care edge. Unrepentant and rebellious, she once performed topless in order to avoid getting her blouse wet during an outdoor concert, and wore her girl-scout uniform as a fashion and anti-establishment statement.”

- Mhairi Graham

sweet tooth

[For liam-mchale, who wanted some fluff. Have some high school AU, I hope everything works out for you ^_^] 

The doorbell rings and Stiles opens the door, but doesn’t see anyone until he drops his vision way below eye-level.

There’s a short girl with brown hair swinging in pigtails, wearing a Girl Scouts uniform. “Hello!” she says brightly. “My name is Cora, and I am from Troop-Number-One-One-Seven-and-would-like-to-know-if-you-will-support-my-troop-by-buying–” she starts to say, stringing all the words together quickly.

“Whoa whoa whoa, as much as I’d love to support you guys, I can’t really can’t buy a box of cookies without worry about my dad eating all of it. Can’t really hide it in my room, y'know, ‘cause ants,” Stiles says. “And as much as I love Thin Mints, I couldn’t eat an entire box before he gets home." 

Cora pouts, lip wobbling. "But I really want our troop to go to Yellowstone this year,” she says. “We need to raise money!" 

"Sorry. I can make a donation?” Stiles says, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“I guess,” Cora says sadly. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re walking door-to-door by yourself. And where are your cookies if you’re selling 'em?” Stiles peers out the door, but he doesn’t see a parent hovering nearby with a wagon of cookie boxes or something.

“My brother has them in his car,” Cora says, jerking her head towards the street. 

There’s a familiar Camaro parked by the curb, engine purring, and Stiles’ stomach drops promptly somewhere past his feet. No way, it couldn’t be, Stiles thinks. “Your last name wouldn’t happen to be Hale by any chance, would it?” Stiles asks.

“Yep,” Cora says brightly.

“Okay, scratch that, I want…uh, how many boxes can I get for twenty bucks?” Stiles says, pulling out the lone twenty in his wallet.

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An Ingenious Business Plan

In celebration of reaching 200+ followers (!!), I’ve written a fic based off of this post about SMH getting involved with their local troop. This is definitely going to be a multi-part, but I thought I’d publish the first bit just to whet your appetites. Thank you guys so much for your support and enthusiasm!


It’s not often that Shitty is glad to be wearing a shirt. Or pants, for that matter. Or clothes in general. He likes the feeling of being unrestricted by society’s insistence that he cover most of his body for no reason, all day long.

This is not one of those times.

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Official design for Fuku Fire, Champion of Hotland for the Royal Games! She’s wearing an old girl scout uniform, to complement her position of power.

Fuku is the youngest of the Champions, but her fiery spirit and skill in combat led to her being chosen to stand shoulder to shoulder with the older flames.

CONTEXT:

Royal Games - A kingdom-wide Pokemon League-style event where a monster’s intellect and skill in combat are put to the ultimate test!

Champion - The strongest or smartest of a region. Is fought as part of the Final Challenge of every region.

"Imagine Sam and Dean finding out you are their little sister" One Shot

Author: human-impala-with-sam-and-dean

Original Imagine Link: 

Warnings: None

Fic:

“I have what?” You’d asked your mom on the day you were leaving home to set off on your own. She’d been acting odd all week, like she had something important on her mind. Finally you told her to just spill it already, it was driving you mad.

“Brothers.” She’d repeated, “Half-brothers actually, two of them.”

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Girl Scouts urged to end partnership with Barbie

Two advocacy groups are urging the Girl Scouts to ends its partnership with Barbie manufacturer, Mattel.

The partnership includes a Barbie-themed activity book, a website, and a Barbie participation patch, the first Girl Scout uniform patch with corporate sponsorship. Read more from AP.

Photo: Barbie is appearing in pages of the 50th anniversary edition of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit edition. (via NBC News)

Frat Boy Niall Pt. Three: (Dirty) One Shot

This will make more sense if you read Part One and Part Two first.

My writing (masterlist for mobile)

smut warning

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“Jeanine, this is the best party ever,” Rochelle gushed as she stumbled into the kitchen.

 

“Hang on,” I said, taking two short strides over to her to grab her arm before she fell over. She was clutching tightly to her red solo cup on which someone had written “WORLD’S BEST SECRETARY.” I led her over to the sink, supporting her weight as she tottered on unsteady heels. I took her cup, dumped the alcohol down the sink, and filled it with water. “Drink this, then you can go back to beer,” I told her.

 

“Seriously,” she slurred, now leaning against me. “I know you didn’t want to do ‘CEOs and Office Hoes’ since the Gamma Delts did it last fall, but come on, aren’t you having fun?”

 

“Of course I’m having fun! I’ve been looking forward to a good party since I got off the cruise ship.”

 

She gave me a look that would have been levelling if her eyes didn’t keep sliding out of focus. “Meet any good guys?” she asked.

 

My mind jumped to Niall, and Tom, and the fight they’d had in the pool lounge, but mostly I remembered fucking Niall three times in two days.

 

“Nah,” I said. “Just a bunch of asshole KAs.”

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latimes.com
In Watts, a Girl Scout uniform levels playing field for young girls

Outside the police station in South Los Angeles,  group of girls assembled, colorful boxes in tow.

“Do you want to buy some cookies?” “Delicious cookies!” They called out, crowding passers-by and, in their excitement, forgetting the pitches their leaders helped them refine. Just inside the lobby, a kindergartner stood beaming near another stack of treats. That sweet face had no trouble making a sale.

Rather than catch grocery-laden shoppers on their way to their cars, the Girl Scouts of Troop 19785 in Watts had taken a tour of the police station, then sold their Thin Mints and Samoas to the officers and people passing through. 

In a community that has one of the highest rates of violent crime in L.A. County, it was a chance to see law enforcement for a reason other than reporting a crime or visiting a family member — and they sold a ton of cookies, Officer Jesse Ruiz said.

The girls from Grape Street Elementary School sell the same cookies and wear the same uniforms as other girls and young women across the nation, but this troop is special.

Troop 19785 was formed two years ago through a collaboration of the school, the Los Angeles Police Department and the city housing authority, which pays for uniforms and other expenses.

With many moms unsure of how to volunteer or juggling work and parenting, the school’s teachers have taken on the role as troop leaders. They stay for hours after class to lead meetings and wake up early Saturdays to take the girls to decorate Rose Parade floats or attend to scouting events.

Officers play an active role too, stopping by to say hello during and after school, and helping plan activities and outings for the nearly 80 kindergarten to fifth-grade girls enrolled in the troop.

Grape Street Principal Jera Turner, who grew up in the community, remembers how her mother drove her 10 miles to the nearest Girl Scout meeting, then waited for her in the car until it ended. She wants her students to have the same opportunity to find their voice that she did.

“They grow up in poverty, but we don’t want them to live in poverty,” Turner said. “They’ve been taught to be seen but not heard. And I’ve been taught if you’re not heard, then you’re not seen.”

More at the link.