girls are like apples on trees

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
kpop stans on tumblr.com

1. aesthetic stan: probably got a cute url or smth like … 1melon or whatever lmao …… they either reblog aesthetic posts on their main or have a special side blog for it where they post random pictures from instagram…. pretty mobile themes… usually quiet and nice. probably like using heart emojis. have a nice tagging system!

2. loud, extra stan: TAGS TAGS TAGS oh god the tags, they cant live without TAGS, you either Go Full On Caps Lock When You See A Picture Of Ur Ultimate Bias Or You Go Home, enthusiastic, lovely, and humorous! might not have many friends but many people love them and are too shy to tell them usually, they Scream and They Make Memes Probably, “INVENTOR OF THIS COLOR INVENTOR OF MUSIC INVENTOR OF JEANS INVENTOR INVENTOR INVENTOR”, feel lots of things At Once, “OJYMNDNSNDNSKDJNDND”, usually pretty popular stans, have urls that are not forgettable and funny

3. soft stan: theyll never shut up about their bias trust me, will see a picture of two trees probably and go “me and (bias)💘”, actually write love letters to their biases sometimes, really just want the best for their bias, “my baby…. my cinnamon apple😢💕💞💘💗💝💞💕”, uses heart emojis alot whew!, or just emojis in general… they love them, they seem polite, sweet and their presence is usually calming!, probably likes reblogging aesthetic stuff as well!, probably has some url like “(bias)sgf/bf/girl/girlfriend/baby/etc”, usually pretty protective over their bias, probably well liked

4. the ‘i never talk’ stan: never uses tags, never posts, all just reblogs…., they probably like ur posts ALOT, and you kinda wanna follow back, but who… are they even, mobile theme is.. questionable sometimes, i think all they care about is just reblogging the stuff they like lmfao theyre not about that tumblr life probably

5. drama stan: have beef with everyone, probably have a mile long byf page, and a block list lmfao, they usually post aesthetic stuff and maybe have nice urls too, seem intimidating and ‘mean’ usually, “callout post for (insert url)”, petty and nosy as hell, cant mind their own business!

6. the normal stan: a pretty cool person actually, you just think…. Wow i wanna be friends w them bc they seem so tolerant and nice?, uses tags but in a normal way, like “#oh my god #hes the cutest #my heart”, you just wonder how someone can be this chill…, they probably rarely come online too!

7. the multifandom stan: their blog is….. Everything, a pretty MESS, how can they even keep up like dang…, have so much love for so many people… its great!, might occasionally post personal stuff, probably a gif maker, generally liked, friends with the normal stans probably!, a great tagging system usually

8. the NASTY stan: “DADDY😫😫😫”, probably use twitter, thirsty as hell Give Them Water, theyre similar to the extra stans usually, kinky as hell, probably under 18 LMFAO, “i want them to **** ** ** *** ***”, people probably told them to chill before, they usually dont really care, NOOOOO CHILL, loves reading smut probably🙃

9. the gfx stan: SO GREAT, MAKE AMAZING EDITS, come up with great things you just wonder yoooo how they Do That, probably too cool for you, might not talk often! but they get lots of messages probably saying how nice their work is, are just great people like… thanks Gfx Stans For Existing

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@champagnepapi gets a dope new chain from @benballer! Thoughts🤔💸💰 (video via @benballer) #Drake

benballer:
I met @champagnepapi at the Apple Store in the Beverly center in 2008. From that day on I fucked with The Boy heavy. I was picking him up from the airport, getting him cars, trees and showing him my city like a real big homie does. #SoFarGone dropped and shit hit the fan. Then #ThankMeLater, then #TakeCare and He would take me on tour to be apart of the show giving out chains to random girls in the audience. One time at a sold out show in San Jose, Drake forgot where we were because he screamed out “LA what’s good???!!!!” And that Bay Area crowd boo’d 😭LOUD😩. It felt like that southwest commercial, Wanna get away? I back stepped off that stage dumb fast 😂
In 2012 I started my family and he became the biggest superstar in the 🌎 and we lost communication…
So 9 years later were here in Manchester U.K. to finally have our full circle moment. More life and more jewels to come bro
#OVO #TheBoyMeetsWorldTour #IFANDCO #StoneIsland (at Toronto, Ontario)

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The Sun Still Rises - Fic

I wrote a little AU today and it’s a bit of happy accident that it fits perfectly with today’s Pharmercy week prompt of AU/Fairy Tale. Click here to read it on ao3 if you prefer that format.

It’s a late 40′s/early 50′s AU inspired by this music video (I would recommend watching it beforehand for atmosphere), but I promise my ending is much better. :>


They had met three years past in the deserted forest trail down the road, into the farmlands. At the time, Fareeha had considered the overgrown trail to be hers—it was her escape, her shade, her apple trees. With anyone else, she might have been territorial. But Angela was a kindred spirit. Fareeha saw it in her eyes: the way they wandered, flitting between hope and defeat and unexpressed betrayal. So long as it was Angela, Fareeha didn’t mind that someone else knew about her place; it felt right to share it with her. Fareeha only felt completely at peace when she was sitting in the shade and listening to birds chirp, Angela’s quiet presence beside her.

There was something different about the two of them, and though unnamed, unarticulated, it bound them. It was a shared understanding, a shared isolation. For many years, they did not dig deeper than that. While escaping the world they had found each other, and that was all Fareeha could bring herself to express.

Angela was the girl down the street. She wore blouses, flowing skirts, and sweet smiles.

Fareeha loved her too much.

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Call one thing another’s name long enough,
it will answer. Call pain seawater, tree, it will answer.
Call it a tree whose shape of   branches happened.
Call what branching happened a man
whose job it was to break fingers or lose his own.
Call fingers angled like branches what peel and cut apples,
to give to a girl who eats them in silence, looking.
Call her afterward tree, call her seawater angled by silence.

Jane Hirshfield, ‘Seawater Stiffens Cloth’

Top 10 Facts Of The Day (March 5, 2017)

1. When George Foreman was asked why he named all 5 of his sons “George” he replied “Joe Frazier, Muhammad Ali, Ken Norton, Evander Holyfield… you let them hit on the head and see how many names you can think of" 

2. Ben and Jerry’s have their cows massaged as a part of treating them ethically

3. The current President of Iceland claims that he would ban pineapple as a topping on pizzas if he were allowed to pass laws on his own.

4. In Thailand, pigtailed macaques are trained to harvest coconuts. Males can harvest up to 1,600 coconuts in one day, while their human overlords can only harvest about 80.

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Seventh Heaven

Oh Raphael. Guardian angel. In love and crime
all things move in sevens. seven compartments
in the heart. the seven elaborate temptations.
seven devils cast from Mary Magdalene whore
of Christ. the seven marvelous voyages of Sinbad.
sin/bad. And the number seven branded forever
on the forehead of Cain. The first inspired man.
The father of desire and murder. But his was not
the first ecstasy. Consider his mother.

Eve’s was the crime of curiosity. As the saying
goes: it killed the pussy. One bad apple spoiled
the whole shot. But be sure it was no apple.
An apple looks like an ass. It’s fags’ fruit.
It must have been a tomato.
Or better yet. A mango.
She bit. Must we blame her. abuse her.
poor sweet bitch. perhaps there’s more to the story.
think of Satan as some stud.
maybe her knees were open.
satan snakes between them.
they open wider
snakes up her thighs
rubs against her for a while
more than the tree of knowledge was about
to be eaten…she shudders her first shudder
pleasure pleasure garden
was she sorry
are we ever girls
was she a good lay
god only knows

© Patti Smith

Lisa Lyon with snake © Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation

These are some things to remember. Sticky–note them to your wall, scribble them down on your palms but please, keep them in your heart and in your mind for as long as you can.

One. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never please everyone. It’s cliché, I know, but it has to be said because we’re takings risks, breaking our spines from bending over backwards too much.

Two. It’s okay to not know where you’re going, what you’re doing; who to be, what to see. Even the greatest minds didn’t have it all figured out by the age of –

Three. You will get your heart broken. Not only by boys, not only by girls, but by places, songs, faces you’ve never even met. Like your dream university, the one you built your life around entering, thinking that one day you would bleed the colors blue, maroon, yellow, or green. Your favourite animals going extinct. Not meeting a minimum to stay on top. Life isn’t smooth sailing but listen to me,

Four. Your failures don’t define who you are. The scars they leave are there to make you human. It’s natural to feel like shit on days when it feels like the universe is against you. It’s okay, your feelings are valid. Cry when you need to, get angry and yell, but never – please, never put all the blame on yourself. You have tiny shoulders but big dreams and never, ever let your failures crush those.

Five. Listen to the chocolate bar and take a break because –

Six. You deserve to treat yourself every once in a while. A pint of ice cream, a movie marathon; you’ve worked hard so reward yourself with what makes you happy.

Seven. The small things count. The way the ocean always returns to the shoreline, the bass line of your favourite song, your pet being excited to see you come home to them. The smell of freshly laundered sheets, the flow of traffic-free streets, the feeling of getting the crispy chicken skin. Remember the little things.

Eight. Some people, no matter what they say, just won’t give a fuck. You can hand them the world on a silver plate and they won’t even bat an eyelash. They’ll take your world away and lock in a chest, throw away the key and make you start all over again. That is why you never leave planets and comets in the bones of another. Don’t make a body your gravity because if they leave, everything will fall like an apple from a tree.

But I promise,

Nine. There are still people who care. The friends who will listen to you cry past 11PM, sit with you on stairs, and hold you throughout all of it. The boy or girl who will love you for all you are when Nam Joo Hyuk is too far away. The family friend who you can take to prom because you’d rather catch up than make awkward small talk. And most important of all, the friends who will stand with you through all of it: through the bad, the good; the beautiful, and the really, freaking ugly. These are the people you can anchor your boats to when the tides are too high for you to keep sailing, and they will never let the waves sweep you away.

Lastly, I hope,

Ten. I can be one of those friends. Remember you can lean on me, tell me all your stories, and I’ll keep them locked in my heart only to return to you when you need them. Ten, we can take baby steps to get through everyday together, be on trainer wheels for as long as we need to until we’re ready to just go, and go, and go, but we’re also ready to come home. Ten, I’ll try to make you as happy as I can because I can’t see my universe without you.

—  a gentle reminder

themiscyra1983

And I don’t like Tracer’s hat. Your headcanon is the only thing that makes it acceptable.


seolh

Oh, but I do love this headcanon Doc! Absolutely brilliant


Tracer rolled over, moaning heavily, and her hand ran into the soft black hair of the girl next to her. So the morning was not as bad as it might have been.

The girl opened her eyes and smiled at Tracer. “Good morning, Lena.” Her name was two beautifully paired crisp syllables in her mouth, like twin apple slices, fresh from the tree.

“‘Ello, Keiko.” she grinned sleepily and pulled herself over, grinning sleepily.

“‘Ello,” Keiko mocked affectionately, and kissed Tracer softly, “last night was…I don’t know the word.”

“Well, you know,” she kissed her collarbone, “we English ‘ave many words,” she buried her lips between her breasts, and kissed, “for near about everything,” she kissed her stomach.

“Lena,” she laughed, “you make me forget I have ever to go back to work.”

Tracer sat up, pin straight. “Oh bloody–” She looked up at the clock, “Ah bugger all!” she leapt off the bed and ran to the closet, trying to deftly pull on her uniform, and mostly failing, her generally graceful and careless movements around her accelerator getting tangled up in her hurry.

“Where are you going?” Keiko covered herself, disappointed.

“Late for work, love, and, God, Ana’s gonna kill me. I mean Jack’ll kill me, but Ana might literally put me in the ground.” She looked around and grabbed for her pistol. “There’s a breakfast burrito in the freezer, 3 minutes in the microwave, love, is all.”

Keiko called behind her as she ran out the door. “Lena, wait!” the door slammed. “You are still wearing my hat.”

Tracer blinked across the city, fast as she could possibly go, imagining what they might say of the new recruit who couldn’t manage to be on time. This was the field unit, this was serious, and they weren’t likely to look kindly upon her going out the night before a mission and picking up a girl.  

She ran into the meeting room and dove into a chair “I’m ‘ere!” She panted heavily as everyone stared at her.

“Nice hat.” Reyes deadpanned.

“I–uh–” she touched the top of her head, and found Keiko’s jaunty stewardess’ cap sitting there.

“Of course she would like to customize her uniform!” Reinhardt roared, as if he knew any other way to speak. “You are a part of this team, and this team is a part of you!” He laughed. “I love it!”

“…right” She nodded.

She was gonna be stuck wearing this hat forever. 

Alice Through the Looking Glass Starters
  • “We must surrender!”
  • “You know my views on that word.”
  • “The only way to achieve the impossible, is to believe it is possible.”
  • “There were complications. Pirates and such.”
  • “Your letters are so infrequent.”
  • “Time is a thief and a villain.”
  • “He seems to have got over your public rejection.”
  • “Am I permitted to worry about tonight?”
  • “The world is open to us, but we must move quickly.”
  • “Everything I do is for you.”
  • “The last thing I want is to end up like you.”
  • “It appears the apple has not fallen far from the tree.”
  • “Clumsy as always, and twice as dim.”
  • “All will become clearer with the fullness of time.”
  • “It’s that girl again!”
  • “Don’t be nice to her, she’s late.”
  • “And no scheme of ours can raise any smile.”
  • “You are you, aren’t you?”
  • “I never said I was sorry when I had the chance.”
  • “No, no, no! You mustn’t!”
  • “That sounds very dangerous.”
  • “Who has ticked their last tock?”
  • “Your time is up.”
  • “Do you promise to be concise?”
  • “My friend is in mortal danger.”
  • “I have important work to do.”
  • “Everyone parts with everything eventually, my dear.”
  • “You will speak when you are spoken to.”
  • “You cannot change the past, but I daresay you can learn something from it.”
  • “I’ll treasure it forever.”
  • “You ask the impossible, my dear.”
  • “It has begun.”
  • “I feel as though I should know you.”
  • “That’s because it hasn’t happened yet.”
  • “It makes perfect sense to me.”
  • “You seem to have time all mixed up.”
  • “You’re bonkers, aren’t you?”
  • “The next person who laughs will never laugh again.”
  • “Why don’t you tell them the truth?”
  • “Why am I never good enough for you?”
  • “Please, tell him to stay.”
  • “Please keep your bewilderment brief and to the point.”
  • “There’s no room at the table.”
  • “I have always wondered when ‘soon’ is.”
  • “Actually, I’m right on time.”
  • “Your foolishness astounds me.”
  • “You see, from now on, dearest, I’m in charge.”
  • “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
  • “We might pull this off yet.”
  • “I have cherished every moment with all of you.”
  • “Why does this always happen to me?”
  • “Why does no-one love me?”
  • “That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”
  • “I always liked tiny things.”
  • “I know you tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen.”
  • “The only thing worth doing is what we do for others.”
  • “They say that time is a friend to no man.”
  • “But a dream is not reality.”
  • “I walked right through the walls. Poof!”
  • “Time and tide wait for no man.”
Before the Frost

This was just an idea I had, you know…lacking plot or anything essential. (Nervous laughter) Just a lot of fluff and some angst. This is set after the war, presuming Lucien’s brothers are dead and everyone we care about is alive (because if they aren’t I might as well be dead too).  Also, complete credit to chaol/highlordlucien for inspiring Lucien’s cute pet name for Elain. I tried thinking of some other ones but after reading Lauren’s stories, I just can’t see using any other terms of endearment with these two! Hope you enjoy!

Length: 4.5k+
Pairing: Elain x Lucien
Rating: M

“Are you nearly ready?”

Elain turned back to her sisters, both of whom looked at her as though waiting for a person to lunge off a cliff— anticipating the fall. “Of course.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes, about to say something presumably akin to more skepticism, but Feyre subtly elbowed her and glanced towards the opened window. Nesta’s lips thinned, but she stood with their sister to exit Elain’s bedchambers. A door of hemlock obscured her view, but Elain could see Cerridwen was waiting in the corridor, her twin likely close by. The wraith sisters had taken an instant liking to the middle Archeron, their patience and silent strength in the same vein as her quiet cunning. Mere hours after assessing one another, Azriel had mentioned in passing that the three women would work together wonderfully. Nesta, and surprisingly even Amren, had given the Shadowmaster a scathing look at the suggestion.

With a hand lingering on the wooden frame, Feyre turned back and said, “We know this must be difficult for you, but remember you will always have us to confide in. Just trust yourself to know what to do, and I promise things will get better.”

The door closed noiselessly.

Elain stared at her hands, her calm face at odds with the rabbit heart beneath her ribs.

It had been four months since the war. Four months from when they’d nearly all lost each other to the wrath of a mad king, to the plague of malicious court badgering that swamped Prythian, to the wretched Never Fading Flower, Amrantha, who had, indeed, not faded well enough to be then brought back by Jurian and the powers of the godforsaken cauldron. But they were all gone now. Bled from the realm as though wrought out from a drying cloth. Yet a faint stain persisted, always reminding her of those nefarious weeks. It couldn’t be washed away by soap, by rain, by blessed holy water, or by the tightening bond in her core that not a day went by could she ignore.

The war was over, yet she felt as though the same euphoria that cleansed her family of their anguish and heartache had somehow missed her where she lingered off to the side as per usual.

They didn’t know of her dreams, this court of dreamers. How each night she’d play out the same scenes over and over— horrified that she would wake one dawn and find them missing.

The first scene was always the haziest, muddled from her human mind. He’d been so gentle with her as he’d lifted her into his grasp and nestled her within the warmth of his body heat, away from the ice of the cauldron waters. He’d always been warm, a fire wrapped in Fae skins. The next memories were sharper, as was the pain they left in their path. A scarred face staring up at her as though a boy was looking up into the first turning leaves of an autumn tree. Hands that fit perfectly against her waist, hoisting her up so that her skirts wouldn’t get muddy as he walked them back to the manor. Laughter, devious and mischievous and so, so very free that it made her want to join in, no matter the occasion, and throw her head back like a fox cackling at the moon.

And then there was the last dream.

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rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better.

tagged by @tranquilopa

Thank you!!

name: Jaedin.

nickname(s): Jae, Jay, Panda.

zodiac sign: Cancer.

height: 5′4′’ (165cm).

orientation: No fucks given.

nationality: German.

favorite fruit: Strawberries, apples.

favorite season: Fall, winter.

favorite book: The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon (Stephen King)

favorite flower: Do bonsai trees count as flowers? xD

favorite scent: Rain, vanilla.

favorite color: Turquoise, purple, red, blue.

favorite animal: Pandas, otters, dogs.

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee.

average hours of sleep: Some people think I’m a cyborg who never sleeps. xD In reality, it’s either not enough or way too much.

cat or dog: Dog.

favorite fictional character: Hawkeye, Wolverine.

number of blankets you sleep with: One.

dream trip: All over Asia.

blog created: I created this blog 5 years ago as one of my rp blogs then turned it into my personal blog about a year later, I think.

number of followers: More than a handful. =)

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Hey Pretty Girl

Request: By @yourtropegirl  
How about a song fic? Hey pretty girl by Kip Moore… please!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x unnamed female

Word Count: 970

Warning: FLUFF. So much fluff

A/N: ahhhh this took longer to write and post than I wanted but I think it came out pretty good! Hope you all enjoy! I recommend listening to the song while you read! 

Here’s a link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7gjwS13smI



Originally posted by luvinchris




“Hey pretty girl won’t you look my way, 

love’s in the air tonight 

you can bet you’ll make this old boy’s day 

hey pretty girl won’t you look my way”

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Wine Sounds Good (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon. I am sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I had only 5 hours of sleep and I worked out for 2 hours so I was completely out of it.

Originally posted by rapmonstrous

You were always known to be a bit of a hot head, you grew up around guys- your three older brothers- and very confident women. Since you could remember yourself your family- by family meaning everyone like aunts uncles, cousins, grandparents, everyone- That whatever happens you must stand up for yourself, you should only count on what you can do and make sure that you will never let anyone keep you down.That’s why you were named one of the most popular models in South Korea and Europe, you knew your power and used it to the max, when other models stopped you kept going further and further, commercials, photoshoots, runways, interviews, m/v’s, small parts in dramas, you name it.

Hyuk always admired you, you were his ideal type. You were different, strong, secure and confident, you walked in the room and it was like a giant walked in, it was like you were demanding attention, also you defended yourself. The tabloids were so happy when a fight between you and another model broke, she crossed the line and you not so kindly put her back in her place, you were a calm person, you treated everyone with the amount of respect that you wanted to be given, and when they didn’t do that…. they should start praying. Seeing a girl that’s so full of herself was a major turn on.

He almost demanded you to be his partner at the photoshoot. He was always looking for a way to meet you and this was the perfect way, he wasn’t going to let this go. You were a fan of his songs, you found his voice very smooth and soothing, he was talented and you admired his work, he was also handsome so you accepted the offer. Also the concept was just right for you.

It was gang like king and queen. You were in leather pants, a black crop top, leather jacket with spikes, your hair curled with extensions that reached your back and very dark make up with red lipstick and high heel ankle boots and black leather gloves that had your fingers exposed.Hyuk was in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a matching leather jackert with spikes on it and black army boots. You had to admit, he looked hot. You walked to him with a smile, your confidence flowing around you

“Hello”

You shook hands with him, you always liked to get to know you’re partners before you walked in the shoot. He smiled at you, he was captured by your eyes, they were like flames

“It’s nice to finally meet you”

“Finally?”

“I’m a fan of your work”

He admitted. Your eyebrows raised at his confession, you were not expecting him to say that, but you were happy he did. You nodded your head, keeping your cool

“Well thank you, I like your music too. Bonnie & clyde is a very good song”

“I’m happy to hear that”

“We’re ready, let’s get this party started”

The photographer shouted. You got to work and posed in various different ways, but the photographer loved the one that he had his arm around your shoulder and you gently bit his thumb, laying your head a bit on his shoulder, looking at the camer and your body facing the camera, your legs spread showing dominance. The photographer called both of you to see the pictures, you all decided on which one to use. He couldn’t stop complimenting you on your chemistry, he was honest you both could tell from the photos how could you looked, you complimented the other. You shook hands with the photographer, thanking him for his compliments and hard work and went back to take off the make up and the heavy extensions. 

You were almost done wiping the make up off, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in”

Hyuk appeared and gently closed the door behind him. You were happy he came by, you wanted to talk to him a bit more.

“You were an amazing partner”

“Well, they don’t call me one of the best for nothing”

He chuckled at your reply, taking a seat on the couch closed to you. You still could smell his strong cologne even though he was a few feet away.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be so confident in yourself”

You were used to that question, but coming from him was a bit difficult to answer.

“Well, ummm I don’t know, since I was a little girl my family gave me strength and confidence so… as I grew up I kind of had that around me”

“I bet your mother is as strong and beautiful as you, the apple won’t fall far from the tree”

You giggled at his sneaky little comment. You felt like a little girl around him, it was strange since you barely knew him but you wanted to impress him.

“How about you, how did you became so confident”

“I learned the hard way, it took a while to get comfortable with my skills. I had to fake it until I made it, you know?”

You nodded at his answer, understnading what he meant. Not everyone was as lucky as you, you were gratefull of your parents and the way they grew you up, some people had to do it themselfs.

“That’s great, that must be a lot of hard work”

“I am willing to talk to you about it… maybe over lunch, some wine would help me loosen up”

You were speechless, was he asking you on a date? or was he jsut being a bit friendly? You opened your mouth but nothing really came out, it was a first for you

“If you are wondering, yes I am asking you out on a date. What do you say?”

“Sure, wine sounds good”

“Especially when you are around”

You raised your eyebrow at his cute compliment. He took your hand in his, feeling his warm hand against your constantly cold one felt weird but good.

“I mean you’ve already had my thumb in your mouth, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Chapter 7: Gauntlet (Or Handkerchief?) Thrown

The ball is still going on; Hamilton has resorted to drinking.

After taking his leave and bowing to Eliza Schuyler, Alex went back to drinking mulled cider from the Schuyler orchards spiked with apple brandy from the Pastures’ own trees and followed that, perhaps a bit unwisely, with French wine spiced with cinnamon and cloves.

He is a lightweight.  It’s not just canon.  It’s fact.

Still, he smokes cigars and drinks whisky like he’s Don fucking Draper.

Taking advantage of the general’s lavish hospitality

Why am I the only one who remembers Philip Schuyler told a 20 year old soldier to sleep in a barn?

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Buyable career rewards are free, so they get a koi pond, which attracts visitors. The orange, lemon, and apple trees and the vegetable plot are on the site of the old cabin’s midden/outhouse/pigsty. Crooked Beach is on a barrier island, so very sandy soil, but all that rich organic matter has rotted down nicely and with frequent infusions of seaweed and kitchen waste, they can get a good crop in. Seasons are spring/summer/summer/fall, so no need for a greenhouse.

Too Soon?

Request: Hello! Could you do a oneshot where Rick likes you but won’t say because he feels like it’s not the time with the death of Beth and Tyreese, but he sees you playing with Judith in Alexandria and he sees how much of a mother you are and tells you?

Pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2710

Theme Song: Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

WARNINGS: Swearing, Small angst

Originally posted by rickgrymess

A/N: MY FIRST RICK GRIMES ONESHOT. omg I’m slightly nervous… Let me know what y’all think. A ginormous thank you to @thewritterdead for being my beta reader! It means so much, love you! 

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