i love me some blue and gold

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Pages from my Moleskine 2017 Bullet Journal: Finally got around to starting my bullet journal for the upcoming year and I have to say, this is probably by far my most favorite starting page that I’ve ever made. I’m still getting the hang of using brush pens but I’m extremely satisfied with how it looks in here. 

For those trying to figure out how they want their journal to look or just want some inspo: here’s a few designing tips for you guys 

  • Have a color scheme: For the most part I’m probably gonna stay along the lines of blue and rose gold (love me some rose gold always) but you can always go to websites and search for pretty color schemes to use
  • Tumblr is one of the hugest databases and has so many beautiful inspirational quotes and pictures. Take advantage of them!! Print them out, stick some tape, and smack it into your journal. 
  • Put some memories in there: receipts, movie tickets, polaroids, little notes from friends, anything that will make you smile. 
  • Washi tape. Enough said. 

Finally, I’m probably going to start a bullet journal series for this upcoming year so that you guys can see how I set up my journal and what layout it has. I’ll be tagging them with #myplanner. I hope you enjoy!!

-Lily <3 

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@woah-broah said: “i was wondering if you could do an imagine of the reader and jughead always sharing glances at each other and being too shy to talk to each other at school. Ronnie and Archie end up getting tired of watching them not do anything and end up talking to them and set them up for a date at pops??”

A/N: I LIVE FOR IMAGINES LIKE THESE 

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twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by fakesonia

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part four:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159002098033/twin-andrews-part-4-jughead-x-reader

part 6: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159528549924/twin-andrews-part-6-jughead-x-reader

a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office 

“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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For ‘Grey’s’ Doc Jessica Capshaw, Work-Life Balance Is a Total Myth | Yahoo Style

Jessica Capshaw, who plays doctor Arizona Robbins at the fictional Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, says starring on Grey’s Anatomy has changed her life. She’s loved playing a lesbian onscreen but had no idea what her story arc would be when she first signed on as a guest star.

“[Shonda Rhimes] called me into her office and she was really direct. She was like, ‘I want you to stay for another episode, and in the next episode, you’re going to kiss Callie,’” Capshaw tells Yahoo Style, referring to her former onscreen partner played by Sara Ramirez. ‘I’m game to try stuff. So I was like, ‘Yeah. OK!‘”

Eight seasons later, the actress is a mainstay on the medical drama. Her “go with the flow” attitude has taken her character through all sorts of crazy plotlines including the loss of a leg and a recent divorce, which has opened the door for Rhimes to toss another curveball Capshaw’s way: having her heat things up on creen with her real-life friend Marika Dominczyk.

“It was definitely one of those moments when you were like, ‘I’m going to kiss my friend.’ That’s going to happen,” she says, with a laugh.

When she’s not saving infants onscreen, Capshaw is busy parenting her tribe of four. And while she, like many working moms, is juggling a career, family, and personal life, she is quick to proclaim that the idea of work-life balance is a fantasy. Here’s more from this outspoken actress.

What do you love about playing Arizona?
There’s a lot of loss that transcends in themes with Arizona but I think this season gets to be more about finding what she loves and getting to be in a relationship that’s a little irreverent, to get to be chased by someone. She gets to feel the newness of being in a relationship that is physical that is not her ex. And that’s been really fun to play this season. It’s been nice and new and fresh.

Arizona was with Callie for so long. Is it fun to get to play the field now?
It is! This year, my love interest is played by Marika Dominczyk. I’ve known her for quite a while, and she’s a good friend of mine — and married to Scott Foley, who is also a friend of mine. It’s a very interesting negotiation, but we had fun. We laughed a lot. And our husbands have definitely had a laugh or two over it.

Do you feel honored to be able to help fight for equality by portraying this character on a weekly basis? And to eventually teach that lesson to your kids?
I never would have imagined that I would be able to play a character that would feel like it does so much good, whether it’s people who feel like the character resonates with them and it makes their day a little easier to see themselves represented. Or if it’s someone watching it who has someone in their life who is gay and they might have not understood it before and all of a sudden, they have another person or another thing to point to and say, ‘Oh that’s a different context.’ Being able to play a lesbian as a series regular on television has been enormously rewarding.

My daughter goes to preschool, and the preschool has all kinds of families. And I guess one of the kids said, ‘You have to have a mom and a dad to have a baby.’ And my daughter said, ‘No. No you don’t.’ And this was all overheard and told to me later. She said, in a very kind and patient way to that child, ‘There can be a mom and a mom and a dad and a mom and there can be a dad and a dad.’ I am so grateful that she will never know any different, and it will only be if she is in the presence of people who are on the wrong side of history or small-minded that she will hear anything other than that. I feel grateful to have her living in a family that will put her out into the world as someone who understands the world a little bit.

You work long hours on the show but have four kids and a husband at home. How do you do it all?
My schedule is incredibly all over the place. A lot of people, especially who are working moms, say it’s all about balance and trying to create a balance, and I respectfully disagree. I don’t know that any part of my day is ever balanced. I don’t spend equal parts being mom or being a worker, being a wife, being an advocate, being a humanitarian, whatever it is that I am endeavoring to be.

I constantly have to make sacrifices. With four kids, there are going to be that many holiday performances and there are going to be spring performances and field trips and muffin mom. So there is tons of stuff that is there for the doing, and I pick and choose what I can. I find in my own life as a mom, that I always try to pick the things that I actually enjoy because I think my kids see that in me. I have a crazy schedule, and sometimes it works for me to be able to do the thing that I said I was going to do, and sometimes it doesn’t. So you sacrifice sometimes being able to go to the thing or pick up the child. I had much more stringent and very inflexible ideas of what I thought it meant to be a great mom when I first started.

I remember thinking that there was just no way in the world that my kid would ever have a doctor’s appointment that I wouldn’t be there for. But when you’re just starting out, you think things should be one way and you’re humbled that it takes a village. And there will be times when your kid is sick and they need to go to the doctor and you’re not going to be there. But thank God they are still going to the doctor. It’s just so unrealistic to think that we can do it all.

Your youngest is 1. Has it been exciting to return to your pre-pregnancy style?
I never wore maternity clothes, except for a couple of pairs of — yes, it’s true — jean shorts that I wore where I swear the inseam was like half an inch. It was embarrassing. I like myself a pair of jean shorts. I just did a recent purging of my closet, and I’m not gonna lie, there were probably five to six one-inch if not half-inch inseam denim shorts that had to go. I really felt like maybe it was time. Maybe they have just run their course in my life.

Once I had kids, I definitely did start to realize how I’d like to dress that feels comfortable and at the same time it feels current and it feels stylish and you feel like it has an attitude or an opinion. And sometimes you are in your workout clothes until 4 in the afternoon.

Fashion-wise, what are you into these days?
I find that for me, in the summer especially, it’s all about dresses. It’s one stop. You put on your great dress and some sandals. I love almost the entire Ulla Johnson line. They are great dresses; they are easy to put on. I also love finding sandals that go with everything and then finding a pair that have a ton of color that I’m excited to pair with something. I stick with blues quite a lot — light blue, dark blue. Besides blue as a color, I tend to say in the neutrals and the nudes, the creams, and the whites and the golds. I love a button-down shirt. I love a great pair of jeans. And I love a heel. I loved when the block heels came back in. It was so great because they are so much more comfortable, especially when you have four kids.

I have some fellow-mom fashionistas. My friend Marliene Rentmeester has a blog called Le Catch. I get the little newsletter every day, and it’s always got something fun in it at every price point. Unless it’s very ephemeral and very inexpensive, I think at this point in my life, I’m all about the classics. What do you love that you’re going to love for a very long time?

What’s your stance on scrubs?
I count myself among the lucky that I get to go to work in my pajamas. It takes me like 14 seconds to get into my outfit.

Has it been fun dressing your kids?
I kind of live for it. I have a little bit of a problem! And on any given day, probably any of my children are dressed better than I am. They go through their clothes so fast, but I do have to say, I stretch it out.

How did they hide your baby bumps on set?
During the tenure of my time on the show, we went from having real x-rays and real clipboards to having iPads. I used to carry the pads and the x-rays and it would be right in front of my stomach, or I would stand behind desks and that kind of worked. Then the Microsoft pads came out and I was like, ‘I have less room to hide!’ So they had to play with camera angles. But I think if anybody looks at the past couple of seasons, you’ll definitely see when I’m pregnant and when I’m not! Debbie Allen directed an episode one time where she actually used an entire ambulance to hide my pregnant body. Everyone got a very good chuckle out of the fact that it took and entire ambulance to cover me. I was like, ‘Guys I’m not that big!’

I’ve heard that Shonda Rhimes is a huge advocate for working moms.
She is amazing. She understands that every mom is going to need something different. And what she’s been so great about is she goes to the person and says, ‘What do you want? What do you need? What would make this transition and being a mom good for you in this way?’ She’s a godsend, and she’s in the earned position where she has quite a bit of power and she commands attention and understanding from people. And she’s able to say “This needs to be looked at” to the powers that be that might not have been keen on expanding options for maternity leave and childcare. And I think that’s an incredible thing.

Do your kids visit you on set?
I do believe that sets are a workplace and you have a ton of adults, you have a ton of equipment, you have a lot of dust. You have people that are frustrated, people that are joyful. And I’m the worst, by the way. I don’t know how it’s possible but I never cuss at home. I get to work and I cuss like a sailor. And you’ve got words going around. So I am always like, “The set it not a place for kids.” But we all have kids come and visit in our trailer, and I feel like when we are on location, kids always come visit because it’s a park or a building and that’s fun.

Do your kids realize their mom is a big TV star?
People come up and they’ll say something or they’ll ask for a picture and my kids think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. They just think it’s hysterical! They don’t understand it.

Your mom was an actress. What did she teach you about navigating Hollywood as a woman?
I think the greatest gift that my mom gave me was that I never saw myself as less than because I was a woman. I never thought — and naively so — that I’d have to give up more or I couldn’t do as much or I couldn’t get as much. She has such a strong character and incredible conviction, and she’s done so much and she’s accomplished so much and she’s just traveled so far. I think you have to take it one step at a time. If you find out there is a guy getting paid more than you and you do the same job, then you pick that fight. But it can’t be about everything all the time, at least not in that moment. I think then people get overwhelmed and they lose sight of what they are actually fighting for. I think it’s very important to be organized in your call to action in order to understand what it is that you want to accomplish before you go out there with arms swinging.

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about what Jen/Colin said when at the Atlanta panel. Jen mentioned again that she loves that a&e don't break up CS, that they work through their problems as a team (don't remember exact wording). At that point they were on 17 I think? Do you think there's anything there? That maybe Emma won't give back the ring? I'd have to imagine that would seem like a break up, at least for a bit. Or maybe they'll work it out quick enough to not seem like a break up like other shows have.

OK I apologize in advance because this might get a little wordy. LOL

There is no doubt in my mind that this is not going to be a standard breakup–even a short term one. And here’s why.

Killian and Emma have never been written as an average couple. They’ve never been staged as as average couple. Their relationship arc has not been that of an average couple. The stakes in their relationship–both on a physical and emotional level–have never been average. 

This isn’t an accident. It’s all been carefully handled since day one. At no point have they ever veered off this path. This isn’t just love, it isn’t just true love, it’s epic true love. 

Of course even epic true love faces bumps in the road just like any other relationship. The difference is how epic true love handles those bumps.

I don’t believe for one second we’ll see Emma give the ring back to Killian in a flouncy “we’re over” type scene. That’s not happening.

Here’s the bottom line. 

In any relationship there are a series of moments when you either trust the other person or you don’t. You either believe in them or you don’t. You either have faith in them or you don’t. These are the moments that define a relationship. 

Emma and Killian have faced every one of those moments unflinchingly. They trust each other not only with their lives but with their hearts. They believe in each other’s vision of not only the present but the future. They each have tptal faith that the other will be there for them in every way imaginable.

You don’t build an epic love story and then damage it with a retread of a plotline we’ve all see 100000000 times. And there is absolutely nothing in what we’ve seen on screen up to this point that shows they have any intention of doing that now.

Speaking from a strictly structural point of view–and those of you who read the bullets know how I love me some structure–the bookend scenes of the proposal were Belle not only understanding but applauding the reason why Gold did the bad thing he did ala the Blue Fairy and Regina wrestling with the idea of reconciling the two sides of herself. I mean seriously–they’re not even being subtle here.

I think anyone preparing themselves for a worst case scenario where Killian and Emma have a big fight, break up, he heads off and they spend several episodes up to their eyeballs in hurt feelings and bad behavior is in for a very pleasant surprise.

And those people hoping for that scenario are going to be sorely disappointed.

Gideon may have something up his sleeve but don’t underestimate Emma. She’s the farthest thing from a brainless little piece of fluff, susceptible to manipulation by a sociopath with training wheels that there is. She’s smart and she’s strong and she loves her man. She’ll behave accordingly.

As for Killian, his only doubt at the moment is in own worthiness. He blames himself for what happened with Robert far more than anyone else will in the end. And yes I include Charming in that.

He’s about to face a test but it won’t have anything to do with Emma. He doesn’t have to prove anything to her. Or convince her of anything. He has to convince himself.

And in an epic love story when one partner is facing a crisis of confidence in themselves the other partner is there to hold them up, to support them, and to love them.

While I don’t think Emma will hurl the ring at Killian in anger I do think at some point it will come off and there will be a second proposal. Because what we see in the sneak peek is Emma realizing that she robbed Killian of his moment. Not intentionally and not with malice but nevertheless she took it from him. 

And at some point we’re going to see her, and the show, give him that moment back.

Get the kleenex.

madamemarquise  asked:

Hello, it´s a little strange for me to ask for my own birthday present, but I´ll try anyway. My b-day is on 16th of February and I´d love me some "it would have happened anyway" in Panem AU or historical Everlark, rated M. Thank you for this wonderful blog!

Originally posted by pastel-spotted-weeb

Happy birthday @madamemarquise! It is always okay with us to send in your own ask. ;) We hope your day is amazing! Here is your ‘It would have happened anyway’ ficlet, courtesy of the very talented @xerxia31. Enjoy!


Destiny

rated T

The day of Peeta Mellark’s last reaping dawned gloriously, with a pink-and-gold sunrise sliding back to reveal blue skies, and a soft breeze fluttering through the open windows. But he couldn’t enjoy it, and not just because he was holed up in the bakery, toiling in front of the ovens.

He couldn’t enjoy it because he was terrified about Katniss, the girl he’d had a crush on since forever. It would be her last reaping too, one way or another.

It was the another thought that had him so worked up.

Peeta had spent three-quarters of his life watching Katniss Everdeen. Watching the sweet, vibrant girl who sang like an angel - but was forced to grow up far too fast - turn into a strong, independent, often-scowling woman. In the years since her father died, in the years since that gut-wrenching day she’d appeared at the back of the bakery, skeletal and with eyes already dead, Katniss had learned to take care of herself and her family. And Peeta had been watching. He knew each time she took out tesserae, had been mentally counting her slips in the reaping bowls for six long years. And this year, her name was in the reaping twenty-eight times. Twenty-eight!

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Bughead Prompt 1

Anonymous said: Hey! Could you do a Bughead fic where Betty gets hurt somehow and Jughead comforts her and fixes her up?? Thanks!

“Throw her up higher!” Cheryl screamed towards the cheerleaders as she watched from a few feet away. “She needs to go higher!”

“We can only throw a human so high, Cheryl!” Veronica hissed, as she and Ginger Lopez tossed Betty into the air.

“Maybe if she was a bit lighter you’d be able to toss her higher, hmm?” Cheryl questioned, with a triumphant smirk forming on her lips. “Maybe if you cut back on the milkshakes you’d be able to go higher, Betty! I didn’t know Jughead was into big girls.”

Veronica growled, as Betty just looked down at her shoes. “Excuse you?”

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Ta daaaaa! Mercury’s Star Power Stick! Got this pretty baby done in about 6 hours which is a wonderful time for me! Thank you to the lovely @novacainedoll for making the adorable pattern which you can purchase at their Etsy here! I love that they’re so simple and allow for a lot of creativity, so I’m using them not only to use more metallics because I love them, but also to get in practice with some satin floss as well! Added on some blue in the star and a little gold strip at the bottom so things could pop even more and I’m so happy with how it turned out! You may not be able to tell but it’s on powder blue canvas and looks lovely in person! I will most likely be doing Jupiter’s next, so I gotta iron and hoop and trim and center and I literally rolled out of bed when I was sleeping last night and landed ON my CS Floss boxes and killed my upper right arm which is my stitching arm, so I’ll have to pick up my medication and take it before I can do anything really, which sucks, but anyway I hope you all like it!

  • Yang: Oh this is bad! This is really really bad! *Yang panicked as she pasted around the room in her wedding dress.*
  • Ruby: Yang. Calm down. It's just an old saying.
  • Yang: Ruby. My sweet baby sister when you get married to the woman of your dreams you'll understand that the wedding must be perfect. *Yang told her maid of honor holding out her mechanical arm to place on her shoulder.*
  • Qrow: Jeez Firecracker. You keep all this worrying about impressing you kitty wife to be you'll lose you-
  • Yang: NOW IS NOT THE TIME! *Yang shouted as her semblance bursted out.*
  • Tai: Whoa! Easy there honey! It's going to be alright.
  • Yang: HOW IS EVERYTHING GOING TO BE ALREADY! I need something old, something new, something borrows, and something- *Just before Yang could finish, the door opened to allow a blue arm to slip through and knock on the door.*
  • Kai: Hey. Sorry to interrupt but you got like fifteen minutes. *Kai Informed the Xiao-long rose family when Yang stared straight at his arm.* ... Why she looking at me like that?
  • Yang: ... Something Blue. *Yang muttered.* Said Kai. You can make something new out of something old and let me borrow it right? *Yang Smiled innocently at Kai, glancing between him and his arm.*
  • Kai: *Kai Stares at Yang and then looked down at his arm.* ... Seriously?
  • Yang: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.~<3
  • Kai: ... *Kai Sighed as he removed his tux coat, rolling up his sleeve while drawing his sword.* Siiiigh. Hand over your arm so I don't have to guess that sizes.
  • ~~~
  • Blake: This is amazing Yang. It's like a dream come true. *Blake smiled as she danced with her wife
  • Yang: You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Blake my love. *Yang smiled as she leaned down and kissed Blake how kissed back.*
  • Blake: *Once that pulled away from each other Blake glanced at Yang new dark blue and gold bio-mechanical arm.* And I have to admit. Your new arm to beautiful, Mrs Belladonna
  • Yang: Why thank you Mrs Xiao-Long. Kai made it for me just for today. *Yang smirked as she brushed some of Blake's hair from her face with her new arm. The Newly weds Loook over to the table where Kai sat, raising a glass to them with his new more elemental clawed monstrous arm.* Though, I don't know if he'll want it back after out honeymoon.
  • Blake: Hehe, He did mention to me that Yang had our wedding present. *Blake Laughed as she kissed Yang.* I love you Yang Xiao-long Belladonna.
  • Yang: I love you too, Blake Belladonna Xiao-Long.

anonymous asked:

Hello admin lyn!! I was just wondering which is ur fav kyungsoo pairing:))) is it chansoo? Baeksoo? Kaisoo? .... And can u rec some of ur fav kyungsoo pairing fic thankss :DDDD (mine is chansoo>¬<)

hello dear!! my fave is baeksoo, my precious smol lil cinnamon rolls <33

and my fave fics of them were baby, you’re golden , blood , epoch , midnight flight , pacify and more by kyungsoobottoms but they deactivated their acc :( so i’ll rec some fics i read recently and liked??

baeksoo:

also my fave chansoo for you:

also my parents; sudo:

- admin lyn

pretty-eyes-jaeger  asked:

To help pass the time, what are some things (i.e. songs, seasons, colors, i don't know, anything) that you associate with the Reiberts?!

Ohhh this is such an interesting and creative question! I’ll do my best to answer this now, although now it’s got me thinking and I’ll probably think of five times as much stuff in a few days 😌

Honestly, I think a lot of my Reibert associations happen after I’ve spent a long time on fanart or a fic, and it kinda just stays with me. Or I’ll experience something myself and imagine them in that scenario, draw/write it, and then permanently be reminded of that, if that makes sense. And I think I have more experiences and like… physical things that remind me of them together, or stuff they would enjoy together. They’re very different from each other, so their individual associations are fairly opposite for me, I think. That’s a major reason why I love this ship so much and why it can be so much fun to have them explore different things that the other is more comfortable with. They can teach each other so much and they complement each other so well 💕

Reiner: gold, red, summer, answers, dogs, coffee, sun, oak trees

Bert: silver, blue, winter, questions, cats, tea, moon, pine trees

(It kinda cracks me up and also is very fitting that they’re star signs are Leo and Capricorn - very different but I feel like those both make perfect sense)

((Also I started a little fic once that included some of these in sort of a poetry-like format, buuuuut I’ve never finished it 😬))

I would say though that for colors, green and purple remind me a lot of Reibert. The outdoors, especially forests and mountains, also have a strong connection and would be something that they both appreciate and cherish.

For songs, I made a little playlist a couple of years ago for Reibert Week, and all of those songs still hit me pretty hard when I hear them. I’ll also listen to nicer, happier songs while I’m working on pieces that do kind of form that association, although there aren’t really in particular that stand out to me.

One time, I stumbled across these pictures when I was searching for drawing refs:

Again, I think I have associations anyway from drawing, but I thought those were super cute and reminded me of the Reiberts. I may do a “redraw” thing at some point 😁 Basically any giraffe or rhino now reminds me of them haha (my plush rhino that lives on my bed is named Reiner). Turtles also have an amusing association with the Bertl for obvious reasons.

Also, there are a few supernatural/mythical creatures that I associate with Reibert, but I think I’ll wait to reveal those so as not to spoil any upcoming fics 😉

Wow that was a lot of rambling… I hope this made a little sense and is at least somewhat organized because I just have a lot of feelings and I’m still incredibly hyped up on caffeine 😲 Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Prosperity Altars

Altars are a place where the veil is thinned and instructions can be clearly typed in to the Matrix. I don’t know how else to describe it, so just roll with me on this one.

An altar is created, delineated, and blessed intentionally. I do not know if certain spaces can become unintentional altars.

An altar can be any type of space or surface. A matchbox can hold an altar; so can a six foot dinner table. Use what you have available to you, and be sneaky if you need to be. A perfectly valid altar is a drawing of an altar on a piece of paper, kept in your wallet.

An altar is like a computer program, and every object or decoration on the altar is a line of code. Everything on the altar, placed intentionally or unintentionally (like dust or car keys), will input information in to the Universe and affect the outcome.

Altars can be built for any purpose. A very common altar is a prosperity altar, a working altar for spellcasting, a general purpose altar for many things, a love altar, etc. I am sure some people have hex and curse altars, too.

I will be focusing on prosperity altars in this post because someone sent me a request for more information.

Altars must be personal. Let’s say that in your country, the money is all red and blue colored. But online, you see that the colors for money are green and gold. Which to use? Use the colors that are most personal to you. Don’t use foreign correspondences above personal correspondences.

This is important: Every time you look at your altar, it should remind you of its purpose. My current prosperity altar isn’t working to well, because it’s very Spartan and drab. I need a rich, overflowing, lush altar for my personal uses. Every time you look at your altar, you send it power and energy (just as you power everything you think of). If looking at your altar reminds you of its purpose, you fuel its purpose. If it reminds you of nothing, you fuel nothing.

If all you need for your altar is a big piece of paper that says BRING ME MONEY, UNIVERSE then draw it out and pin it up on the wall, and boom, there you go. Don’t over-complicate it if you don’t need to.

This article however is a little more about traditional altars (don’t forget: for a nontraditional altar, tumblr side blogs work beautifully).

There are certain things I think it’s nice to have on a traditional altar.

THURIBLE A thurible, censer, or incense burner is good to have on any altar if you can burn incense. If you can’t burn incense, don’t bother with it. I found my thurible at Goodwill for $2. No need to spend a lot on it.

CANDLESTICKS Of course if you can burn candles, you will want a few good candlesticks on your altar. Get candlesticks of varying height and size, so you can choose which spells take priority over others. You may want your altar to have one candle, or twelve. It’s up to you.

STATEMENTS Statements are written intents of what you want to happen, and they are excellent and directing the focus and energy of an altar. If you want, write out a simple statement of what you want to happen (“I am wealthy and prosperous”) and put it on your altar. I have a wish box, painted with a sigil of manifestation, that holds many varying wishes.

DECORATIONS You will want to decorate your altar! Put decorations on it which remind you of the altar’s purpose. For a prosperity altar, try beautiful flowers which have money correspondences such as chamomile flowers.  

POWER OBJECTS These are collected objects which represent something. For a love altar, you would naturally want two power objects: one to represent you, and one to represent the object of your affections. For a prosperity altar there are many choices; one object could represent your wealth, another your prosperity, another your cashflow, another your savings, another your debt. Collect objects and bless and dedicate them to represent something special. Then, treat these objects as poppets. For example, put banishing oils on your debt object. Send energy to your wealth object. Power objects can also represent spirits who are willing to help you.

TALISMANS Talismans are different than power objects. While a power object represents something that you can then manipulate, a talisman simply draws powers to you. My current prosperity altar has two money talismans. Talismans are crafted and created, as opposed to power objects which can simply be collected or found. Talismans can be jars and boxes filled with objects, or they can be blessed drawings, jewelry, and objects that draw things in to you.

OFFERING PLATE As a spirit worker I give offerings regularly. Try giving offerings to your spirit companions, guides, guardians, and the altar itself. Give them the energy they need to help make your wishes come true!

ALTAR CLOTH Basically, you need something to delineate your altar as a special space. An altar cloth is a great way to do this. If your altar is in a box or container, the container will mark its boundaries and you do not need an altar cloth. If your altar is on a shared space you really need something to mark where your altar begins and ends.

Setting up an altar is easy. Cleanse everything to give it a fresh start. Place your altar cloth first if you have one. Start putting objects down! Organize them in whatever fashion makes you happy. As you place each object, state its intent.

“This object represents my debt.”

“This object draws money to me.”

“This object reminds me of how prosperous I can be.”

Don’t add any object, even simple decorations, without giving it a purpose.

When you are done, speak to your altar as a whole. Explain to it its new purpose, and send it lots of energy. Fuel it with a lot of power and tell it exactly what to do: “Your job is to erase my debt and bring me lots of money.” Burn candles and incense to mark this occasion. Otherwise do something special to celebrate the creation of your new altar.

Energize your altar once daily for the first two weeks, then once or twice weekly after that. Energize your altar by sending it energies, burning candles, drawing down energies, or doing your favorite charging technique. Clean your altar physically whenever you send it energies. You need to keep it in tip-top shape!

When you are done with your altar, speak to it. Say its purpose is done. Take it apart piece by piece and tell each part it’s job is done. Put all the things away, cleanse the space again, and fill it with mundane objects.

 “But you never answered my question—about why the people here would sell you out.”

The air ahead lightened, and a golden field of barley undulated toward a distant tree line.

“After Jesminda, they would.”

Jesminda. He’d never spoken her name.

Lucien slid between the swaying, bobbing stalks. “She was one of them.” The words were barely audible over the sighing barley. “And when I didn’t protect her … It was a betrayal of their trust, too. I ran to some of their houses while fleeing my brothers. They turned me out for what I let happen to her.”

Waves of gold and ivory rolled around us, the sky a crisp, unmarred blue.

“I can’t blame them for it,” he said.

 I love literally everything about this…except for Jesminda. But we got a little bit of backstory and Lucien actually properly talked about her himself like glory hallelujah. 

The man who didn’t want to be found

Happy Holidays @heroickillian . I am your CSSS and it has been great to get to know you. I hope you like this fic I made as a present. :) Special thanks to @amagicalship, @brooke-to-broch and @kat2609 for being my betas

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Ao3  - FF 

The man who didn’t want to be found

“Mr. Jones,” Emma said as her eyes focused on the blue eyes of the man standing on the other side of her desk. “You have the wrong person. I’m not a private investigator, I chase skips.”

“I know, Miss Swan. But when I asked who the best tracker was, everyone directed me to you. Even some of the highly recommended PIs I’ve met with.” Jones sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I beg you. I need to find him.”

Emma could see the desperation pouring out of him: in his voice, in the way his fingers fidgeted over the surface of the desk, the way his blue eyes looked at her pleadingly.

She sighed, “I can give it a try… but if he’s as good as they say at hiding, I might not be successful.”

“That is all I ask, lass.” Jones smiled as he took a photograph from his jacket and placed it on the desk.

Emma looked at the picture: the man was strikingly handsome, with dark hair and a mischievous grin. The same shade of blue eyes were looking at her, but there was a dangerous edge in them.

“His name is Killian. Killian Jones.”

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i have discovered that i do not know anything about my people.

the other day,
i met another filipina.
she asked me
what type of filipino i was.
it had never been asked of me like that before:
had always been asked,
“where are your parents from?”
“what part of the philippines?”
never:
“what type of filipino are you?”

never have i faced the acknowledgement
that more groups than i know how to comprehend
call the archipelago i consider home theirs as well.
i did not know what to say, at first,
before i managed to stammer out,
“my mother is boholano,
my dad is from cagayan de oro.”
and she replied, “oh,
my family is visayan also.”

i nodded and smiled,
as if i understood her words’ significance beyond knowing
what that meant geographically.

i did not know what that meant.

i looked up ‘boholano’ today for the first time
and learned that they are also considered visayan.
looked up ‘cagayan de oro’ and learned it means ‘river of gold.’
it shamed me to realize i had never known this before.

shamed me to realize that all i knew of my ancestors’ heritage
was the food and a smattering of language
i can only understand in some contexts.

for a while,
i hesitated to call myself ‘filipina-american,’
as if hyphenating my identity was laying claim to something false.
i do not feel ‘american’:
blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned
with an inexplicable love for football and hamburgers
but i do not feel i can call myself ‘filipina’
when i cannot even count to ten in tagalog.

my great-great-uncle was a president of the philippines.
i wonder sometimes if he is ashamed of this girl
who calls him relative
when she cannot tell someone how to cook adobo.

my family
told me stories about individuals:
how my grandfather met his first wife hiding in a well,
how my other grandfather rejected japanese treasure
but i do not know if i had other ancestors
who fought against the americans when they came.

i was told stories
about glass slippers and princes turning into frogs
but i do not know the folklore of my homeland
beyond the half-truth tales my father told me
about the ‘dwarf’ in his basement.

my parents
did not speak tagalog to me after a certain age.
i think they told me once
it was because they did not want me to have an accent

i do not know if that is truth or false memory,
but i know
i can speak the languages of the countries that colonized us:

leave me in the streets of madrid or milwaukee,
and i will get on fine,
but if you take me into the heart of manila,
i may only just get by.

and i cannot say
even in poetry
what it feels like not to know these things.
like there is a fundamental part of myself missing
that i can never regain
like i am failing the people who came before me—
my family—
even as i assimilate into the world they longed
or were forced to be a part of.

i do not know anything about my people.
but i know enough to know it feels so much
like not knowing anything about
myself.

—  deliberating assimilating by Drea Onzagle

anonymous asked:

The moment I started thirsting for Yellow was the moment you put those blue freckles on her shoulders. Like OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW. Love me some freckled Yellow. Kinda Wish Orange kept those freckles when yellow and pink fuse.

Oh, anon, then you shouldn’t be thaking/blaming me! It was @the-ink-addiction​‘s creation! The vaaaaaaaaaaaast majority of my art is based on her concepts, cause ink is brilliant like that. I first read about it in one of her Fragments:

[…]  the long lean line of her [Yellow Diamond’s] golden shape against the paling sky lovely like sunrise. Dotted over her spine like points on a starmap were freckles, dark blue specks dusting a sheet of solid gold. Blue Diamond had connected them under her fingers and tried to find meaning in their abstract shape as they arched, splendid and speckled, over Yellow Diamond’s shoulders and back. She hadn’t found anything that she had understood, but had come away with innumerable aching reflections that strolled down cul-de-sacs in her mind.

Starmaps

True, Orange doesn’t have them, but Green is spotted and striped, so there’s that!

tagged by @yougjae !! thank u sweets

rules: tag 10 people you would like to get to know better

name/nickname: im carly !! some nicknames r carl, carls, corl, carlsy, starly, etc. those ones r my favs off the top of my head

relationship status: i am single

favorite color(s): light blue, gold, silver

last song i listened to: you + me - kisum

favorite tv show: i love the office, that 70s show, n friends. i also love wlfkbj

first fandom: bandom i think ?? mcrmy 

hobbies: watchin shows, sleeping, learning new things

books that i’m currently reading: uhhhh lolita by vladamir nabokov !! 

worst thing i’ve eaten: hmm idk what the worst thing is off the top of my head but i dont like peanut butter ?? also grapefruit juice 

favorite place: my room, the back porch of my house, the swimming pool at my old high school

favourite state of being: i like when i feel really happy n giddy almost n capable, usually after i watch a studio ghibli movie or i hang out with people i love

I tag: @girlsday @freshrosetoner @ckihyun @woozji @floragrl @chocoulat n anyone else that wants to do it !! 💛