hart hat

anonymous asked:

Hab heute das Video gesehen, wo ihr in der Natur spazieren wart, habt ihr das mit dem "hochklettern" Pipi beigebracht? Hab auch einen Chihuahua, ist aber schon 5 Jahre alt und schon zu faul um noch paar Tricks zu lernen😄 Find ich Mega nice!

Wir klettern halt selbst gerne auf Bäume, deswegen hat sie irgendwann einfach angefangen das auch zu machen, um uns folgen zu können. Irgendwie konnte sie’s auch direkt total gut und musste überhaupt nicht üben oder so. Wahrscheinlich weil sie zuhause beim Spielen schon immer hartes Parkour-Trainung gemacht hat. Sie ist wahrlich ein Ninja-Dog!

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Almost 70 years ago, when a teenage Ginger Rogers had just graduated from dancing the Charleston in Texas to performing in vaudeville in New York City, she was pleased to discover how effortlessly she was able to establish rapport with an audience. “I realized that there was a trick,” she said later, “and that was being warm with them.” A simple enough credo, but it carried Rogers through 73 movies, including the ten unforgettable musicals in which, paired with Fred Astaire, she whirled across elegant Art Deco sets trailing feathers and chiffon, setting an unmatchable standard for dancing on film. There were also her straight-shooting performances in 1937’s “Stage Door,” 1940’s “Kitty Foyle” and 1942’s “The Major and the Minor.” Robust yet glamorous, with a purposeful stride and a beauty mark on the left side of her chin, Rogers was, as TIME pronounced in 1941, “the flesh-and-blood symbol of the United States working girl.” - Tom Gliatto, People Weekly, May 8, 1995

Completely Bonkers *Jefferson x Reader*

Originally posted by mydearoldbuckybarnes

Requested:  Can I request a drabble with Jefferson where the reader and him get into a fight and it’s angsty and then fluffy at the end? Thank you!! - Anon
Warnings: Swearing &Angst
Note: This was originally a series idea but it seemed to fit this drabble, I’m still pondering on the idea but I’ve never written for Jefferson before now, so, year. - Rosalie

(In need of editing, ignore mistakes)


“You’re going to take up the Queen’s offer?” You asked in a raised voice, shocked that he’d even want to work with her again.

Jefferson rolls his eyes, “We need the money and this could be it. We could be set up for life, can’t you see that?”

“I don’t need money; we don’t need money, that’s why we’re here. I, we, both got away from that. I ran from that type of life, surrounded by money and riches,” You stare as Jefferson refuses to meet your eyes. “What is all this about? Why are you suddenly agreeing to this?”

He finally looks at you, jaw locked and his eyes full of mixed emotions. “Because you deserve better than… this life, I can’t give you what you need, let alone, what you want.” He exhales out of frustration, “I’m doing this for us.”

“NO, you’re doing this for yourself.” You yell, “We don’t need money to be happy, we already are, well I am!”

He slaps his hand on the dining table beside him, shutting you up instantly and flinching away out of fright, the mugs shaking at the force.  He’s not looking at you; his grey eyes are cast to the dark wood table under his clenched fist. “We’ll talk about this when I’m back, okay?” He speaks through a ragged exhale.

“If you walk out that door there’s a chance you might come back with me gone,” you tell him trying to hold back the tears as he looks at you, you blink looking away. “You should go before she sends someone to collect you.” You turn away, it’s silent for a second before you hear him sigh and walk, grabbing his things before walking to the door it opens and slams shut.

**

“Hey, Henry, what can I do for you?” You smiled brightly at your young pupil; instead of answering he presented the storybook you had given him as a present. “Oh, Henry, not again,” you sigh gently as you pack everything into your bag. “I gave you this book because I thought it would help you, not give you some outlandish theory that everyone is a character from it.”

Henry places the storybook down, “It’s all true.” He flips through pages of the open book and spins it around so it’s facing you; you look at him before looking down at the illustrated pages.

The colours are vibrant, beautiful and enchanting. “Rapunzel!” You read out loud, chancing another glance at Henry who points to the drawing. It’s two people, a young girl with (Y/C/H), in a pink dress and leaning out an open window with a grin. A boy with messy, curly, brown hair is on the other side and smiling at her. You frowned a little at the drawing before shaking your head, “What is this?”

“That’s you,” Henry pointed to the girl and you scoffed, “and that’s Jefferson.” He points to the boy.

“It says here that Rapunzel is a princess,” you chuckle, “I somehow doubt that I’m Princess, it’s cute that you think so, really.” You pack your stuff up and usher Henry out of the classroom, “besides Jefferson? He’s trouble, you stay away from him.” You ask following Henry out of the building.

Henry turns with a small smile. “He’s your boyfriend,” you raise an eyebrow. “Before the curse, he’d use his magic to go see you in your world, he’d spend his time calling up to you and you fell in love with one another from just his visits.” You smiled a little, “he’d bring you books and paintings from ‘far away lands’ because you couldn’t leave your room, he taught you not to fear the outside and you made plans to leave the tower and be with him.”

“That sounds like a beautiful story,” you admit and he nods. “But I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m not scared of the outside and I’m not a princess.”

“Why doesn’t anyone believe me except Emma?” Henry sighed.

“Henry, I’m sorry but this is too… ridiculous to believe. I really doubt Regina is the Evil Queen, I’m some princess that fell in love with a guy and a magical hat, and that this is all some curse to keep us here.” You smile and shrug. “Besides Jefferson as my boyfriend? He’s bad news.”

Henry raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t mention a magical hat, Miss Hart.” You open and close your mouth, before muttering a bye and leaving Henry.

**

*Curse Lifted*

“Henry is worried about you,” Mary offers softly. “Says that neither you nor Jefferson returned to one another,” you shrug but nod as you arrange stuff in your classroom. “I don’t want to push you but… why?”  

You sigh and look out of the window. “I waited, and waited, so long. He never came home, he never returned to fix things. I never got to be mad at him or forgive him,” you wipe away the stray tear from your cheek and turned. “He left and…” you trailed off into silence.

“Maybe you should go to him,” Mary offered. “He probably feels guilty, afraid that you won’t want him now, you might need to fix this, this time.” She shrugged with a sweet smile, you sighed and nodded. “Just think about it,” she hugs you before leaving.

It had been two days since the curse was lifted and you hadn’t seen or hear from Jefferson, you wanted to see him, to maybe slap him. You grabbed your jacket and bag before locking up your classroom and walking home, it wasn’t a long walk, a short distance. You kept your head down, hands in pockets as you strolled slowly.
When you reach home, you stop and raise your eyebrows. He’s stood in your front yard, throwing tiny little pebbles at your window, his arm pulling back and gently calling your name; like how when he met you, actually, he climbed to your window and snuck in to steal things.

“There’s a doorbell for a reason,” you call out, watching as he jumped and spun around to face you. You open the gate and shut it, taking a breath before finally looking at him, he hadn’t changed. Same face, stupid and beautiful, as always. “You’re an idiot.” You tell him, all seriousness and no playfulness behind it.

He let’s slip a sigh and drops all the remaining stones and pebbles before walking to you, grabbing a hold of you and hugging you, tightly and not letting go. “I’m sorry, so, so sorry. Forgive me, please.”

You smile and pull away, taking a hold of his face in your hands, staring at him and chuckling lightly. “You’re mad, Jefferson. Completely and utterly bonkers, I love you and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t forgive you.” Kissing him softly.

(This was meant to be a drabble, I don’t know. The ending and title would make sense if I wrote this as the original series -mostly about how he found her tower, how they fell in love and how she actually hated him in Stroybrooke, maybe I should still do that, I might do. Let me know if you want a series of this idea. - Rosalie)


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Photographs an portraits from the Doctor’s office at St. Luke’s University

  • Self Portrait with Two Circles by Rembrandt van Rijn
  • Portrait of Emma Hart by Joshua Reynolds
  • Lady Hamilton in a Straw Hat by George Romney
  • River Song (Let’s Kill Hitler)
  • Susan Foreman (Promotional)

His name was Wesley, but she never called him that.

Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Wesley around.

“As you wish” was all he ever said to her.

That day she was amazed to discover

that when he was saying, “As you wish,” 

what he meant was,

“I love you.”

Oh god, I’m so sorry.

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Happy Birthday Virginia Katherine McMath

(July 16, 1911 – ∞)

“You know, there’s nothing damnable about being a strong woman. The world needs strong women. There are a lot of strong women you do not see who are guiding, helping, mothering strong men. They want to remain unseen. It’s kind of nice to be able to play a strong woman who is seen. ” - Ginger Rogers