i don't know where this came from but look at her

  • *4.20am*
  • Molly: *snoring*
  • -phone buzzes-
  • Molly: *jerks awake; gropes for her phone*
  • Your arse bothers me. SH
  • Molly: *confused; typing* It's four in the morning. MHx
  • It still bothers me. SH
  • Molly: *sighs* Why? MHx
  • Because it's cute. SH
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Okay. MHx
  • Want to touch it. SH
  • Molly: *smiles* Where are you? MHx
  • Not sure. It's dark. Someone's cat is here. SH
  • Molly: *groans; gets out of bed, puts on a dressing gown and leaves her bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *lying on her sofa; nodding off with his phone in his hand and Toby in his lap*
  • Molly: *folds her arms* How did you get in?
  • Sherlock: *sits up; grins* Molly! You came.
  • Molly: *giggles* Come on *holds out her hand*
  • Sherlock: *takes her hand; yawns* Are we going to touch each other's butts now?
  • Molly: *shakes her head* The case went well, I see.

the loft was filled with the buzz of quiet conversation, toned down jazz weaving itself through the air amidst all of it and where the party had been busier earlier, it had sort of died down by this point. now as the night slowly drew itself out, the light was soft and magnus was enjoying a conversation with catarina and raphael, leaning up against the wall with a glass of scotch in hand. cat was talking quickly and gesturing with her hands, raphael watching her with his arms crossed over his chest and magnus had this warm feeling resting in his stomach, partly alcohol but mostly the sign of an evening well spent.

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Whiskey Headcanons:

* His favorite singer is Marina and the Diamonds (i will fight you on this)

* His favorite song by her is Bubblegum bitch, and one time (with the help of liquid confidence) he did karaoke to it

* No one was prepared

* Especially not tango, who very nearly passed out, and asked bitty quietly if he was dreaming

* Whiskey is the most bitter person alive, and will hold a grudge to the grave if need be

* He takes spicy food like a fucking champ

* Seriously. Bitty walked in on him just eating a bowl of whole jalapeños and nearly had a heart attack

* I feel like he did ballet? or gymnastics? (or both) i don’t really know where this hc came from but i love it

* Despite being fluent in nearly 4 languages, Whiskey might be the least talkative team member in smh history

* To keep his signature look (and, as he says: dignity), Whiskey refuses to let his hair grow out with the rest of the team

* He’s not much of a crier (never has been), but when he does cry, everyone cries. It’s contagious

* Same with his laughter.

* ace-spec!whiskey

* filipino!whiskey

* He really likes candy

* Tango is like…the only person on the team who has ever made whiskey laugh

* He also is the only one who knows his middle name

* Whiskey’s favorite american holiday is Halloween for three main reasons: autumn weather, candy, and cool clothes

* He really really likes birds/birdwatching

* also snakes

* Used to play clarinet in high school, and as a hobby played piano (still does from time to time)

* guilty pleasure is 100% reality tv

* is the type of person to saltily tweet something abt a contestant on project runway from like,,,,5 years ago

* Has always wanted to ride a motorcycle

* Misses ocean water that is not below freezing

* Is somehow never sick

* HAS actually been sick once, Tango covered for him

* Is INSANELY smart (thus answering a lot of Tango’s constant questions)

* This is why their relationship is so good; it’s constant curiosity vs constant knowledge (and craving from more knowledge)

* Tango sometimes asks questions that Whiskey has never even thought of

* Whiskey has always really loved cats and he desperately wants to own one

* Is left-handed (this is just me projecting shhhhh)

* An early-riser

* His first job was paper-boy (hence above hc)

* Likes tea over coffee

* Thunderstorms and rain are also a good thing

* Being told thank you after doing a chore pisses him off (this is also a me thing; explanation below)

* ^^^ To tango: “It’s a CHORE! I have to do it! If i don’t, people get mad! Thank you implies I volunteered, which i did not. Just let me do the stupid thing and get on with my life!!”

* “That’s the most i’ve ever heard you talk.”

* Hates the word “fetishization” with a passion because it’s impossible for him to pronounce

I know this ended abruptly, but feel free to add more if you want!

Holy moly am I all about her

It snowed here recently, and I was the first to make footprints in the snow going to my car. Today when I came home I realized that she, too, had come and gone but I didn’t realize what happened until I looked down.
There over my footprints were hers. Instead of making her own path she has been tracking over mine to and from her car all day. Gosh. It’s like she noticed that’s where I have been so she wants to be there too even if it’s just footprints and I love her so much you guys I’m so thankful.

So I just noticed something while I was on Google Images. I looked up the Clexa kiss because I wanted to draw it so I needed an image and I came across a lot of gifs. Firstly, the moment Lexa initiates the kiss (which we all saw on the show): 


I found another version. Now I don’t know if that’s something that was leaked or whether it was shown when the actual kiss came out as an extra scene or something but I didn’t quite recognise it completely. 

In this one, Clarke isn’t as shocked to have Lexa kissing her and it’s clearly very different from the scene that actually made the final cut. What I want to know is: 


Pairing: Hermione Granger x Salazar Slytherin

AU: Canon-divergent AU; Tom Riddle disappeared before Voldemort came to power, no Wizarding Wars

Word Count: 4,231

Link: ao3

(paper planes)

Hermione Granger meets Salazar Slytherin by accident.


Mostly by accident.

Who did what in 1952?” she demands, the sharpened point of her quill tapping against the bottom of the scroll she’s supposed to be signing—it’s yet another improperly filled-out form from the Auror Department, an acquisition request for fourteen quaffles, a solid gold cauldron, and a mated pair of Great White Egrets. She doesn’t even have to look to know that Ron had sent it. “And why do we care?”

“Tom Riddle,” Zabini says, arching an eyebrow as he leisurely inspects his fingernails; he’s in an impossibly sleek, immaculately tailored charcoal pinstripe suit, silk pocket square a shiny sinuous black with emerald green polka-dots. “He’s the Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets in the forties—the bloke responsible for inflicting Moaning fucking Myrtle on all of us for so many years. Bastard.”

Hermione wrinkles her nose.

“Quite the legacy, then,” she murmurs, glaring at the three—three—separate form lines that Ron had more than likely left blank on purpose. “But what did he do in 1952 that has the Unspeakables in such a tizzy that they’re actually speaking to us?”

Zabini doesn’t do anything so inelegant as chuckle, no, but the brief upward quirk of his lips indicates that he’s highly amused by her question.

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Not A Bad Guy
  • So the story starts with Ladybug and Chat Noir visiting a children’s hospital
  • So they’re hanging out with these kids and Ladybug goes up to this little girl
  • Let’s call her Suzette
  • So Suzette is looking kind of upset and pouting in the corner and Ladybug starts trying to cheer her up
  • “I don’t like you”
  • “Oh, do you like Chat Noir better?  I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear he’s got a fan.  I’ll get him to come over.”
  • “No.  I don’t like you or Chat Noir.”
  • “Okay.”
  • “I like Hawkmoth.”
  • So obviously this thing is being filmed for a news station and the Hawkmoth’s biggest fan goes viral
  • Hawkmoth is touched
  • He’s never had a fan before
  • Skip forward a bit and Suzette is dying
  • The Make A Wish Foundation (or the French equivilent?) asks what she’d like
  • “I wanna be an akuma and take Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses”
  • Okay then
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir have gotten requests before for kids who want to be heroes for a day
  • They’re always upset that they have to deny them because there’s no way that’d be safe
  • But no one’s ever asked to be an akuma for a day
  • So they get word out cause like this is this girl’s dying wish we’re gonna let her be an akuma
  • And it gets posted on the Ladyblog and everything
  • And Hawkmoth hears about it
  • And he’s like “Yeah let’s make her an akuma”
  • Because like it’s not like it’d be a problem
  • He might be the bad guy, but he’s not a bad guy
  • (I don’t know if that quote was totally right.  It’s from Megamind or Wreck It Ralph or something)
  • So Hawkmoth makes it his secondary mission
  • He’s gonna akumatize this little girl and make her dreams come true
  • And who knows?  Maybe she might just get those Miraculouses
  • But there’s a problem
  • Suzette can’t get akumatized
  • You’d think a dying girl would be a perfect candidate for an akuma, but she’s not
  • Every time she gets sad or upset or angry
  • It always turns to excitement and happiness before the butterfly can reach her
  • Cause by this point kids are being taught that those are the types of emotions that can get you turned into an akuma
  • And Suzette is thrilled every time she has a negative emotion
  • Cause that means Hawkmoth is coming for her
  • And she can be an akuma
  • So this goes on for a long time
  • Hawkmoth is trying to make the girl’s dreams come true and she’s unintentionally stopping that from happening
  • Eventually, something happens and Suzette finally gets akumatized as Hawkgirl or Mothgirl or something
  • Basically she’s got a mini replica of Hawkmoth’s suit minus the weird hat thing
  • He gets her to come to his lair before she goes out to find Ladybug and Chat Noir and takes selfies with her
  • Cause she’s not gonna remember this but he’s gonna make sure she’s got something for it
  • And yeah.  It can go two ways from there:
  • ONE
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat Mothgirl
  • She doesn’t really care because she got to be an akuma
  • AND she took selfies with Hawkmoth
  • Basically this was the best day of her life
  • OR TWO
  • Mothgirl somehow manages to get Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses
  • Hawkmoth decides to use them to cure Suzette’s disease instead of bringing back his wife
  • She becomes his sidekick and they take over the world
  • Adrien’s upset that his dad likes his new (technically kind of kidnapped) daughter more than him

Anyway I’m just totally into this tiny little girl being Hawkmoth’s biggest (read: only) fan

you know what? I’M fucking thankful for everything that happened to me in the past few months. if i go back to October, i had no mutual/friend except for my sister, i had less than 10 follower, was pretty inactive and lonely on this site and considering deleting my account. but then i started following @theloudmute and we became mutual, i started making art for her and made me gain confidence in my skills. now look at me! I’m surrounded by amazing people who im happy to call friends, my art improved so much (i couldn’t draw male for shit before), and im kind of starting to get more visibility on this site.

but for real I’m just really happy that i got to met all of you wonderful people

i love you all!

Red velvet kind of girl [rucas one shot]

There she was. Once again this week she entered the coffee shop Lucas was currently working at with her nose in a book she was so interested in on Tuesday. And like every other day this week, she managed to take his breath away, although this time everything was different.

The first time Lucas saw her was on a rainy Saturday afternoon when she came in soaking wet, water running down her bare shoulders. The red ribbon in her hair somehow managed to fascinate Lucas even more than he had already been. She came in looking for something to warm up. As soon as she entered Lucas’ working place, it was clear that it was her first time in this place. She looked around, memorizing every corner, every table. The moment her eyes shifted to the furthest corner of the coffee shop where a lonely table which was next to the row of bookshelves was, the widest smile Lucas had ever seen appeared on her beautiful face. Lucas couldn’t stop himself from smiling and thinking about how adorable she looked at that exact moment. Ever since, it was her spot and Lucas made sure it was clean and set for her to sit at, along with his suggestions of books he thought she could read while she spent her free time here.

On Sunday, she walked in with her blonde friend. Both girls were quietly giggling until blonde’s eyes locked on Lucas’ figure. The pretty brunette never glanced at him. She whispered something to her friend before walking to her seat. Lucas’ attention was focused on her and only her. He thought that nothing and no one could have stopped him from observing the beautiful girl. Unfortunately, he was wrong.

“Hello, cowboy”, somebody spoke.

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Philippa’s desk is a massive, hulking thing, carved from ebony, inlaid with gold and bone, its legs carved in the fashion of pointed talons. She looks tiny, doll-like even, as she is perched behind it on her seat, restless fingers of one hand drumming against the cool dark wood as the other runs the quill across the parchment, pausing every now and again to reach across and dip its point into the inkwell.

Black ink, staining pale fingers, dripping down onto the desktop, tiny pools of blackness that glint for a moment in the cold magical light hovering above. She feels safe here, securely enthroned behind the wooden bulwark that bears silent witness to her words. There is no need for secrets here, there is no need for lies and pretense. The ancient wood is patient. Steadfast. Here, she can speak the words that she has been longing to say – the words that she dare not speak anywhere else but here, inside her inner sanctum, her refuge at the top of the highest of Montecalvo’s towers. The words that need to be said before they suffocate her, paralyse her, pull her down into the dark depths of madness.

All I wanted was to set things right, to make the world a better place. I never meant for it to end this way. I am sorry. So sorry.  

There are many reasons why I think Princess Leia is awesome, but one scene basically sums it up.

Star Wars: A New Hope. They’ve escaped from the Death Star. Luke is sitting at the table in the lounge, feeling sad, because he’s just lost Ben Kenobi a mere day or two after losing his aunt and uncle.

And Leia brings him a blanket and tries to cheer him up.

Leia Organa, who’s just endured (and resisted) torture at the hands of Darth Vader, lost her entire planet and the guy she referred to as her and the Rebellion’s “only hope”, and almost died several times in the past few hours alone… she takes charge of her own rescue, and once that’s done, she immediately focuses on taking care of the kid who’s clearly in over his head.

Because that’s what she does. That’s why she’s a leader of the Rebellion. She handles things, and she looks after people, and whether that means defying Darth Vader himself or trying to persuade the smuggler to join the Rebellion or carrying on after losing everything, she’ll do it.

She’s tiny and hardly the best fighter and she doesn’t always win, but she’s strong as hell - which she’ll walk through without even flinching if she needs to.

Please do NOT imagine Franziska von Karma in a wedding dress.
Don’t imagine her looking more elegant than should be legal
Do NOT picture her wearing a small tiara in her hair
Don’t think of her with short hair and longer earrings that frame her face perfectly
Don’t imagine her with eyeliner game that is, well, perfect
Don’t picture her with a short crystal necklace
Don’t imagine her because she is honestly a goddess


Klarolineauweek | day seven: Tropes ♠ AU, AH

Klaus Mikaelson is the conductor of the Royal Opera House of London, and Miss Caroline Forbes is his new first violin, just arrived from America. And as soon as his eyes caress her lovely figure – the way her long and perfect fingers tighten her violin’s case, how her teeth torture her bottom lip, her smiles that try to hide her nervousness – Klaus decides that he wouldn’t mind letting her play him as if he were her violin. Too bad that Caroline is too much of a professional to fall for his charms.

(But he has always loved a challenge, anyway.)

“Look, I’ve played the violin since I was seven. I don’t need you to criticize my style.”

“Dare I remind you that it was you who asked for this job? I can find another first violin simply snapping my fingers, love.”

“Then why don’t you do it? Oh, wait, let me tell you. It’s because I am the only one crazy enough to want to work with you! And don’t call me love!”

“Now, no need to become angry. You were so happy this morning, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Uh, yeah, because Nik and Mr. Mikaelson are two completely different people, and yet right now I’d like to punch them both.”

“Such spirit, sweetheart.”

(Officially, they’re hiding their newly born relationship - he is famous enough that such news would be too juicy to avoid gossips. So they’re trying to keep a low profile - well, Caroline is, but Klaus continues leaving roses on her chair for her to find before their rehearsals, even after they start dating – and Caroline loves it, of course, but she’s never going to tell him. No need to stroke his ego.)


               Cherry sits before her vanity mirror, legs crossed precisely one over the other. Taking this brief moment of unexpected quietness, she surveys herself in the mirror and tilts her head back and forth. She watches as her reflection does the same, curving with her every move. Unsatisfied, she leans over her table, fumbling for a blush compact she knows are all interchangeable hues of pink. Curls of hair dip over and tumble in front of her face, and flustered, she brushes them away. She wishes, trivially, that she could somehow find it in herself to muster up the boldness to sport red lips, heavily done eyes, striking features drawn dark against pale skin. She convinces herself that it wouldn’t look good on her complexion, but she knows better. She always does.

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CS One-Shot: The Moment

@georgianablythe16 requested something from this prompt: “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…” This got VERY feels-y and it’s almost TOO fluffy. Hope it helps with the angst! Set post Underworld. 

Emma stared into the crackling fire, her feet curled up underneath her and her head pillowed on Killian’s chest. His hand stroked her hair as she listened to the steady rhythm of his (their?) heart and let out a contented sigh. It had been a day full of family fun in the freshly fallen snow. Little Neal tottering around in his snow suit while Henry and Killian ambushed Dad with snowballs only to be sent running when Mom joined in the fray. Snow White had deadly accurate aim. Now tucked together enjoying a quiet moment Emma thought of another day spent in the snow what felt like ages ago. Killian in his long black pirate coat catching her around the waist and breaking her fall. Snow in his hair and eyelashes while he grinned up at her as she lay atop him. She smiled at the memory.

“What?” Killian asked as if sensing her thoughts.

“When was the moment you knew?”


Emma sat up to face him. “About us.”

He smiled softly. “Ahh. When did I know that I was madly in love with you?”

Emma’s grin grew. It didn’t matter that their kiss had broken a curse, that their heart literally beat as one, she would never tire of hearing him say it. “Yes. Well no. I mean was there a moment when everything just came into focus? The world fell away and you knew in your soul that we were meant to be? Like fate or destiny tapping you on the shoulder and saying ‘this is your future’?”

Killian chuckled. “Swan I thought you hated the very idea of fate and destiny.”

She gave him a smirk. “Recent events have made me more open to the idea. Now answer the question, pirate.”

He cocked his head as if thinking it over but a smile tugged at his lips. Emma was pretty sure they both knew when his moment was but she loved hearing him tell the story of how their kiss in Neverland changed everything.

His expression shifted and Emma knew he was lost in the memory. She nudged him with her shoulder. “Tell me.”

“Alright, love.” He reached out and played with a strand of her hair as he talked. “Now you already know that from the moment you held that dagger to my neck I started to fall for you. Though I hardly realized it at the time each of our moments built upon the other until I was half-way in love with you without even realizing it.” His hand slipped from her hair to cup her cheek. “It was quite the shock I assure you.” She giggled thinking of his face after their kiss. He had fallen much sooner than her but that kiss had still rocked her world.

“So I knew I cared for you long before a moment such as you described occurred.”

Emma crinkled her forehead. “Really? It wasn’t the kiss in Neverland?”

“That was a delightful moment and one I am more than happy to reenact.” He waggled an eyebrow and she gave him a light smack on the shoulder. He gave her a false pout before continuing “However it wasn’t until I spent a year apart from you thinking I would never see you again that I realized the depth of my feelings and that I would do anything to be with you again.”

Emma felt tears sting her eyes. She knew exactly what he meant, had felt the same in the long days without him and the days in the Underworld searching for him. His hand found hers and she bit her lip as she met his eyes.

“My moment was in New York City when you opened the door in those delightful pajamas.” She smiled remembering how confused and freaked out she had been by the man in the pirate costume. “It was like my whole life had led to that time and place and it was so clear to me that you were my True Love, and I wanted to be with you forever.”

Emma remembered the look on his face that day. The way his beaming smile warmed her heart and made her question her own memory. Because how could a man look at her like that if he didn’t already know her? She also remembered his attempted kiss and realized how caught up in the moment he must have been.

“Oh Killian.” She surged forward and kissed him; kissed like he probably wanted that day at her door. She tangled her hands in his hair and sighed into his mouth and practically climbed into his lap. But he stopped her and then slowed the kiss. Emma let out a whimper when he pulled away that caused him to smirk.

“Now Swan. I told you mine. It’s only good form for you to share your moment.”

She blushed suddenly shy. “It’s not as good as yours.”

He shook his head. “Nonsense. It’s not a competition, love.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She twisted in his embrace and placed her head back on his shoulder as she closed her eyes and conjured up her moment.

“You remember when Elsa was trying to apologize for the ice wall and she turned the park into a winter wonderland?”

“Aye. Just after she almost killed you but before we discovered the Snow Queen.”

“Yeah. You remember how you slipped and we fell to the ground. You rotated so I landed on you?”

He chuckled. “And you laid on top of me staring into my eyes until I thought for sure you were going to ravish me right there.”

“But instead I jumped away and said I had to go pick-up Henry.”

She felt his body shake in silent laughter. “You were as skittish as a colt.” She was happy he could laugh about it now but she knew that at the time her inability to give him clear signals had been very difficult. She faced him again.

“That was my moment. You had twisted so I could have a soft landing and I was crushing you and it was freezing but you just smiled like there was no place in the world you would rather be. And I just knew. That you would always give me a soft landing, that you would always want to be with me, that it was forever.”

“And in true Emma Swan fashion you commemorated the moment by running away.”

She went to punch his shoulder but he anticipated the movement and captured her arm and pulled her to his lips instead. They didn’t speak for several minutes but they didn’t really need to. They had a whole lifetime to talk. Right now they were living in the moment.

Hope spun around with the delicate white hat in hand, already wearing his. Lightning just stared, completely unamused.


“We don’t have to buy them,” he said with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Let’s just get someone to take a picture. Please?”

She frowned, flicking one of the big, round ears on Hope’s head. “Your hat…is wearing a hat. You do know how silly that looks, right?”

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  • Cecil: When Janice was younger, she once asked me where babies came from.
  • Cecil: And I, not wanting to scar her just yet, told her that the stork brings babies.
  • Cecil: When I told her that, she just looked up at me with her big ol' eyes and said "I asked where they came from, not their mode of transportation."
  • Cecil: That kid's too smart for her own good.
A Song of Grace and War ||Closed||


Rebekah just wanted the chance to be free of the circumstances life had thrown her.

Banished from the land where she was rightfully royalty, Rebekah was the last of her line, now merely a beggar with only her family name and title left to her.

She was taken in by a lord of the city, Argyle, and he was helping take care of her. She knew he expected her to show him favor when she came into her throne, and she would deal with it when the time came.

She was to get a new guard today, a well trained man around her age.

Rebekah looked up from where she was in the garden, having heard footsteps.

It was Lord Argyle, with the young man she’d assumed would be her new personal guard.

Klaroline AU | Crossover, Modern!AU, Frankenstein!AU [with Dr. Frankenstein!Caroline and Creature!Klaus]

New Orleans. After her fiancé Tyler’s sudden death, the young Dr. Caroline Forbes falls in a deep depression. That is, until she discovers some old diaries belonged to one of her ancestors – some study about bringing life into dead subject – and that is why she has spent the last months digging graves and stealing equipment from her hospital.

But before starting to work directly on her fiancé’s body, she decides to test her new discoveries on some corpse she has stolen from the nearby prison – where she has managed to enter as the doctor who supervises the executions. The body has belonged in life to a certain Niklaus Mikaelson – a quite dangerous person, with no relatives, or friends who would have recognize or looking for him in the case her experiment went fine.

Unfortunately, her plans change dramatically when the convict comes back alive. The man has no memories of his past life, he has actually several difficulties trying to communicate or behave like a person again: he’s like a child, a child of which Caroline feels responsible, and honestly she doesn’t think she would be capable of doing such a thing to Tyler. The man, or should she say ‘the Creature’?, is more inhuman than human, and Caroline is both awed and terrified by what she has accomplished. In the end, though, the fear wins – and she grudgingly decides to get rid of him. But she finds killing him impossible – the way he looks at her, the complete and utter trust in his eyes too honest and heartbreaking – so she ends up abandoning him somewhere in the country, confiding that he won’t be able to find his way to her again.

A year passes uneventful – Caroline hasn’t revived Tyler, instead she has slowly started to live again. She has even started dating her colleague Stefan, and the memories of her macabre experiments have been prudently concealed deep inside her mind. But one day, one day suddenly the Creature is at her door, and the nightmare she thought she had escaped is again in her life: he goes by Klaus, now – he insists that she calls him that – and he has no intention of letting her go.


AN. Even though it’s a Modern!AU, I’ve tried to maintain the charm of the original character [credits to Mary Shelley], so perhaps our Creature!Klaus may talk in a bit of a redundant way. Perhaps he has learned to speak in that fashion thanks to all the old literature books he has read? Anyway, hope you enjoy. Feel free to point out any typos or mistakes – no beta, unfortunately – aaaand… maybe I can be persuaded in writing a part 2. Let’s see if this is good first, though. :D

This is when they met again after the year apart.

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Ginger is a lucky guy

So… one friend of mine was in NYC a few days ago for work, he isn’t a fan or a shipper but he watched Outlander with me and other friends some episodes and he knows I am a shipper and all SamCait thing. He came back to Brazil before new year and called me on the phone to talk about what happened there.

After Christmas he was working near Bryant Park and during the break he went to the park for lunch and to buy something for his girlfriend at one of the wee shops there. It happened to be one of the holiday shops. He found what he wanted and when he was coming back, my friend saw a tall, brunette, skinny woman that for him looked like somebody we know so well.

He came closer to be sure it was really her and it was. (ASJIADMANDIUASOIAMSOI SOMEBODY HOLD ME)
Cait was there alone. He came up to her and they had a little chat when he told her where he was from, what he was doing there and he knows her from Outlander because of me (AJJSAIOJFOIHAOSJAOIFHOIAJSOAJSIA HALP), Cait thanked him and also said that she would love to visit Brazil sometime and these sort of things.

They chatted very quickly cause he had to rush for his flight back to Brazil, but the thing is, that blessed and shameless man before leaving her there, looked inside her eyes and said “THAT GINGER GUY IS A VERY LUCKY MAN” aka SAM HEUGHAN. AHSHDKSKSJS
And her beautiful and virgin skin just turned into red. RED. I SAID RED !!!!! She blushed so hard and tried to not smile. My friend took a leave after that and said that another woman joined Cait that time.

So that’s it. My friend met Cait in NYC, breathed the same oxygen as her and said to her that Sam is a lucky man. (OMFG STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THIS !!!!)
He also said that she REALLY is a natural beauty, actually he said that Cait is one of the most beautiful woman that he ever saw; skinnier and taller than he thought, smells damn good, is kind af and shy.