imagine how big and buff Drax’s wife was. like drax has a picture of her and Peter is like “holy shit who’s that giant lady?!?” And drax smiles rlly fondly and is like “that’s my Hovat…” and Peter is like “dude why does she look so…..pissed off.” And he’s like “that was our wedding day. I’ve never seen her so happy before” like pls give me the giant hulking grey lady who hates dancing. She can suplex Drax and fucking hates music. One time some one swore they saw her punch a fucking drum.
My parents didn’t get to have a dream, their dream was to live in a country where their kids would have choice. I truly did feel that I owed it to my parents, my grandparents, to do whatever it was that I wanted, because if I wasn’t happy, if I wasn’t being true to myself, then I wasn’t living fully. They had given up so much so that I could live at the level that so many people are just automatically born into.
Taylor! It’s Scarleth! First of all, I would really like to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’re doing for all of us lately. It’s so beautiful and kind and generous. It’s amazing to realize that the person you’ve loved and admired for several years is the same person who does all these nice things for the people that support and love her. You’re so lovely and your golden heart melts mine. I love the genuine person you are and I also love the person you’ve taught me to be. I used to be very insecure of myself before you came into my life, scared of what other people could say or think about me. I used to think I’d never be good enough for someone and I also used to let people define who I was. But then you showed up with your magical songs and that positive energy and the most honest and bravest words for us, the ones that I needed to hear. Your advices have brought me to tears more than once, in a good way. Five years ago, I’d never believe it if someone would tell me I’d get to love myself someday. But I did. I love myself and I’m so confident with who I truly am. I know I’m beautiful and worthy of love and respect. I know I’m good enough despite my physical disability. You helped me to be aware of that. You contributed to make my life so much brighter than it was and I can’t even find the right words to express how much it meant and still means to me. You guided me on my way to find my happiness and that’s honestly one of the best thing someone has ever done for me. Your optimism and goodness have influenced me in so many ways through these years. I’m so grateful for living in a world where people like you exist. It feels so good to have you as my role model, as the kind of woman I want to get to be. You’re the living proof that someone can be nice and soft and also really strong and empowered, and that someone else’s opinion doesn’t define us at all. You’re the living proof that someone can be the kind of person who has two cute cats and that paints watercolor flowers and that loves to wear sparkly dresses and also the kind of person that fight for what they think is fair and that have the most badass music videos ever (that even haters love, by the way). I admire you for deciding that no one can tear you down or make you feel bad for being who you are anymore. I deeply admire you for deciding you’re going to live your life on your own terms and you’re not going to let them decide who you have to love and who you don’t. I’m proud of you because you’ve won the battles against those dragons that have tried to knock you out and have failed. And I’m the happiest person alive when I see those pictures of you in the secret sessions, where you look so sincerely happy, smiling and killing us with that curly hair and those awesome outfits. When I see those pictures, I think “Yes! She’s finally getting what she deserves! That brilliant, smart, sweet and warmhearted person is having not a taste of what she has gave to us, but the whole cake and even more!” and it’s the nicest thought ever. I hope life gets better and better everyday for you. I hope you never stop feeling as loved as you make us feel. I earnestly wish the best for you. And I hope we can meet someday so I can give you the warmest hug I’ve ever gave. I know it’s going to be a little difficult to talk to each other because Spanish is my first language, but I don’t believe in impossibles since I heard your songs for the very first time. Chile is pretty far away from you, but we live under the same sky anyway. That’s the important thing, isn’t? Oh! I also wanted to tell you that you’ve inspired me to do the thing I love the most to do, which is to write poetry. If you ever feel in the mood to try to read some poems in Spanish, you can find them on my Instagram account (@scarfloresb). That’s it for now. Thank you so much for everything! I love you with all my heart. @taylorswift@taylornation
So, my daughter loves horses. She loves to look at pictures of them. Movies of them. Cartoons of them. Having little figurines and all that…so I decided to make a faux taxidermy horse head. Here we go.
Got a picture for reference. A beautiful animal, I have to say. Stunning.
How to get started? Since we keep chickens, I got some chicken-wire, which is soft enough to shape and cut.
Pretty rough, but it will do. Oh, and I decided to make a unicorn instead, because, well, im a nerd.
Next! Time to tune-in my paper-mache skills. Hahah just kidding, it’s literally the easiest thing to do, just takes some time, since you have to wait for it to dry between layers.
*after several layers and days* SO. This is still very rough, but you got the idea about what’s where and how it will look. From now on, my job was to make it look like an actual horse head :D
Yay, she/he got eyes and nostrils and…sad looking ears and all! R.I.P. Dawid Bowie.
Since I was happy with my “sketch”, I got out my modelling paste and an my trusty butter knife. I love those little marks the knife makes on the paste <3
Okay, I lied. I was NOT happy with those tiny ears I made, so I used some paper-tape to fix it up and make them bigger. Time to get painting. Took out my reference picture and POW
Well, that helped a lot. My best buddy in this part was a kitchen sponge, which turned out to work better than any brush.
She/he looked a bit naked, so I decided to make a mane for it out of some yarn I had laying around. It’s coming together nicely ^^ After finishing this, I spent a DAY looking at YouTube videos on how to braid hair. A DAY. Not kidding… -.-””
But it paid off!
Looking pretty :3 So now it’s time for the finishing touches, and of course, the framing. :)
:) My little one loves it and named it….Philip. Meet Philip, the unicorn.
Stephanie being overwhelmed at the start of the livestream at Vidcon is so pure and beautiful, I mean just look:
Like and this isn’t mentioning the fact that when she met Matthew she was painfully shy and look at her now on stage in front of hundreds of people, livestreaming to thousands more. I’m so proud of her!!!
Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)
Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)
A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”
I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D
Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.
NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE
LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO
You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.
You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.
You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.
So, I’ve always been fascinated by Harry’s hands. Men’s hands in general, really, but Harry’s hands are so nice and his rings are my downfall. And I noticed quite a while ago that he seems to never wear a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. And after it was brought up by an anon on @inwhichitrytowritesomething ‘s blog, I decided a short little oneshot was in order. This was supposed to be like fluffy and cute, but it took on a mind of it’s own somewhere along the way. I had to cut it off before I got too caught up with it. Otherwise there would’ve been a full blown sex scene and probably multiple parts, and I’m already committed to a multipart fic atm. So anyway, here it is.
Please let me know if you like it and if you’d like me to do any other short little shots like this in the future. I quite like writing them :)
“Oi, what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into his girlfriend’s flat after a day at the studio. She was sat at the desk in the corner of her living room, laptop open to a Google search of him. “If you want pictures of me, love, all you’ve got to do is ask. Be more than happy to send you a few. I’m open to requests.”
She looked at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “I’m not looking at you just for the sake of looking at you, ya dolt. I was doing some research.”
“Research?” he asked, more intrigued now than he was earlier. He sidled up beside her and crouched down so he was more level with the screen where he saw various photos of himself from all sorts of events and occasions. “What research, exactly? I don’t see any reason to these photos,” he admitted.
“Okay, not really research, since I can’t actually get any facts to support a hypothesis, and I don’t have one of those either. I was just curious, really.”
“About what, pet?” He reached his hand out and lovingly palmed at her thigh where she sat on the chair. She was dressed only in a pair of panties and one of his black silk shirts that he’d worn the day before and left at her’s this morning. Her skin was soft and warm and it was comforting to him after a long day trying to figure out the final touches of his album.
Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!
I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue.
Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.
I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.
I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day.
I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.
“Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.
“Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.
“Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her.
“Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.
I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly. My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling.
“Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.
“WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly
“A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”
“You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.
“All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.
“Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.
“Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.
“Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere.
I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.
“D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.
“Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.
“H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.
“I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.
“I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…
“See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered
“The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.
“Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms
I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.
“Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up.
“Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little.
“Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance.
“I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.
“Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”
The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.
“Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly
“Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out
“Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,
“Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.
“What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.
“Where did my pictures go?”
“Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”
A snotty brunette then piped up.
“Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”
“Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled.
“Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.
“Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”
“Oh yeah like who?”
“Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”
“Oh yeah what’s that?”
I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”
“Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye
“Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.
“You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.
“Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…
“Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.
“Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.
“God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.
“I thought you were engaged?”
“I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips
I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.
I didn’t go home when I said that I would, and Y/N hasn’t bothered to message me at all the past few days. Was she mad at me? No I doubt that she’d be mad at me, she’s always been so… so, forgiving. There are so many times that I’ve lashed out on her and she’d still be right by my side reassuring me that everything’s going to be alright and I’ve never been more thankful to have someone like her in my life.
I kept checking my phone, switched it on and off just to make sure there wasn’t a glitch which resulted in my phone not receiving any messages. But nothing. Was she busy? Nothing happened to her right? Actually scrap that thought, if anything major happened to her she’d tell me first thing.
I’m not even going to try and hide it, I did feel bad for being so cruel to her the other night and actually I’ve been sort of ‘off’ with her for a while now. But I couldn’t bring myself to apologise. I’m a douche I know, but it’s not like what I said wasn’t true, per se. She was never this clingy when we first started dating and we’ve been together for four years now. Our relationship was publicly open and fans accepted and loved Y/N because they could always see how happy she makes me, and that’s no lie nor was it a publicity stunt, she genuinely made me so happy. Of course she’d still receive hate once in a while but I guess that only ever made our bond even stronger. But I’ve had the thought of ‘was I getting tired of her, is that why I just assume she’s being clingy?’ No, that can’t possibly be it, every time I looked at my lockscreen and see our picture my heart still manages to skip a beat. Maybe this is just a phase that all couples go through? You have to go through the bad to get to the good right?
To tell the truth, every time I look at my future, I only ever see myself with Y/N. She’s always been someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, someone I wanted to grow old with and have our own kids. She’s that ‘someone special’ to me, someone who will always be irreplaceable regardless, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone other than her. Actually, I wouldn’t even be who I am today without her. And that’s made me realise that I should quit being such a dick and appreciate everything that she’s done for me and everything that she is to me.
Quick update before the next part drops, kind of a filler in a way but I hope you enjoy anyway 💜
anyway here are some headcanons for the niflheim best sibs (prompto&aranea)
prompto’s low key shy in front of aranea at first, but he’s used to traveling with a bunch of boys who revel in each other’s badassery so he does something cool and is like “DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!” and realizes only aranea is there, but she’s like “wow, look at you” before he can get shy and he’s STOKED because she’s THE MOST BADASS
prompto actively seeking out praise from aranea and aranea being that babysitter in charge of a kid that’s exhaustingly enthusiastic but u don’t wanna break their spirits, you know?
“check this out!” “-out of breath, stabbing an enemy- nice one”
“aranea, look at this!” “can’t look yet shortcake or we’ll both die”
prompto is Pop Culture Boy and aranea grew up in a military state essentially, so she probably has 0 pop culture knowledge
a recurring gag is that prompto will serve her a reference that she doesn’t get and he has to give her like a five minute summary so aranea has an approximate knowledge of all pop culture
aranea: star wars? that’s. the, “beam me up scotty” one right?
prompto: oooh, you’re ..so close! (she’s not close)
aranea’s also like 100% not used to people being openly emotive in front of her because of her upbringing in the empire, so she’s like, kinda happy to have someone who’s so relatively emotionally honest and can’t stop commenting on prompto’s moods. definitely softened by the whole thing.
“look who’s happy!” “what’s got you so cranky?” “don’t tell me you’re down in the dumps again, thought you’d crawled out of that”
aranea’s actually super into selfies! the only pictures she’s had taken were for military personnel logs so she loves the idea of being able to take them on her own terms and gets low key excited whenever prompto asks her to pose
prompto’s a city kid who’s never seen snow and aranea’s that embittered “I GOTTA GET THE MILK AND THE BREAD” east coaster
prompto: -jumping into snowbanks at full speed-
aranea: i really don’t see the appeal
prompto asks aranea to pull him behind the snowmobile on a piece of scrap metal they found
- when Bev comes out, she has the full support of the boys, and because they have so many questions, she sits them all down
- she’s expecting some really intense stuff, but most of it really is them asking if they can take her shopping because she needs a new wardrobe, or if they (Richie mostly) can do her hair (bonus; see Eddie styling her hair, Ben brings flowers every day to give to her, which she sticks in the mess of her curls, Mike and Stan buy her lipsticks for her birthday, and Bill gives her perfume all the time she has 12 bottles now)
- Richie is trans also, they help each other voice train, Richie gives Beverly all his old makeup and she gives him her old clothes, even though he already has a bunch, he wears the sweaters she gave him all the time
- the first time Bev shows up in a dress, it’s this really pretty shirt dress, dark red with a black belt, and a floral design on the hem & collar, she’s so nervous but all the boys are whooping and telling her how great she looks, all while Ben is realising how much he loves this girl
- Ben is so in love, so completely smitten for this girl, he writes poems for her all the time, when she’s trying on dresses and experimenting with makeup all he can talk about is how beautiful she is, and how pretty she looks
- when they go on dates, Ben cannot help but be such a romantic, he brings her bouquets of flowers he picks from the garden and ties with his own ribbon, discusses their Victorian meanings and kisses her cheeks, Bev blushes the entire time and she loves her cheesy boyfriend so much, they share milkshakes and sit by the quarry watching the sunset
- other people are often wildly less accepting than her boys, Bev doesn’t notice at first but when she comes out at least one of them will walk her home, or they’ll give her a ride with their parents
- the first actual fight Mike gets in, it’s because somebody taunts Bev after school. When he sees the two boys that are doing it, he doesn’t hesitate in throwing his bag to the floor and hauling their asses to outside of the school (he gets suspended but Bev ditches with him and they watch movies)
- her boys are so protective of her, even though they know Bev is perfectly capable of handling herself in most situations, they’re all well aware of the things that could happen, Richie is by her side at almost all times, his lanky self wouldn’t hurt a bean but he’s there and that’s all that matters
- when she’s dysphoric, it can get intense, and so the boys all meet up with her, and usually pile on Bill’s living room floor inside a blanket fort, Georgie joins them sat on Stan’s knee, and they watch funny movies, each of the boys bring one of her favourite snacks.
- If she’s not in the mood for that, if she can’t get out of bed, or is too tired to talk, they’ll make her a place on the couch and talk softly about things, it’ll usually lead to Richie and Mike singing songs for her with their guitars, her favourite song is Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong, and Mike will set next to her and sing it holding her hands, she almost always cries and it helps her feel so much better
- Georgie is an angel, when he finds out she’s trans he needs to ask what it means, and he doesn’t care in the slightest, he just hugs Bev and tells her that he loves him all the same because she knows how to make hot chocolate the best way
- Bonus, when Georgie’s school assignment is to write about his heroes, he makes the longest presentation about the loser’s club, and right at the end is the most beautiful picture of Bev laughing in the fields, he explains how she’s the strongest girl he knows and she can kick anyone’s butt! He loves her so much, and when Bill tells Beverly she cries for like fifteen minutes
- in short, Beverly is a happy trans girl, surrounded by five best friends that adore her, a boyfriend that looks at her like she’s the sun itself and a love for herself that’s unbreakable. thank u
Ya’ll, I cannot express how amazing this commissioned picture is. I asked @dovaldraws to bring my phrase “Sweet baby chocobos!” to life, and she went above and beyond! Look at that love. Look at the way Noctis is smiling so lovingly at Prompto and the happiness there. 1000/10 ⭐️’s! Well priced, brought to life exactly what I wanted, and she kept me updated through the entire process! Highly recommend if you want some commissioned art to go to Bantia! Find doval on Facebook, too!
I love this picture so much. Like, Lucius is checking on them, afraid that he is the only one dancing. Draco is ashamed of his family and doesn’t want to dance with them. Narcissa is simply ignoring the fact that she wasn’t born to dance. And then there’s Bellatrix, who starts happy and enthusiastic, but then she looks at her family and thinks ‘What the hell are they doing?!’.
Sooo, I never thought I would ever make this kind of post but here we are. I still can’t believe it. This is the story of how my biggest dream, meeting Taylor Swift got true. I met her at the Secret Sessions for her Album reputation in London. I am not going to talk about the event in general. It’s called the “secret” sessions. But what I am going to talk about is how I personally met Taylor. So I walked through the door of the room she was in and when she saw me she shined so bright and came up to me saying “heeeeeeey!!” and then we hugged so thight. Like it was not one of these “polite” hugs, we almost ran into each others arms. And when she hugged me she said something that sounded like “Marleen”, my name. But I am not really sure if she really said it. I don’t know if she said but but from her face when she saw me I knew she recognized me somehow. She looked at me and my sister and said “you guys are so pretty!” and I said “thank you so much!” She hugged my sistser chatted a little bit with her (kinda about reputation so I will not tell you what they chatted about) and she gave her an high five. She turned to me then and I said “I totally know what I am going to listen to the next few months!” and she was like “YEEAH” making these really cute dance moves and then I awkwardly made them too and said I already see myself driving my care like *making car driving + singing* moves. She asked us “So what is your favorite song?” and we were like “uhhmmmm, I don’t ehevn know they’re all so good maybe *insert song name on november 10th here*” and she got really happy about that. Then we took your picture and I just hugged her and she leaned her head to mine and, as you see on the picture, I literally felt and saw her curls falling down on my face. After we took the picture I looked her into the eyes again and said “I love you so much” and she made this really lovely and cute face and was like “ohhhhh” and then we hugged again really warm and tight. The moment I hugged her everything on this world that ever hurt me was gone. Everything was perfect the way it was. When we left, I was almost out of the room, I turned around and said “… and SEE YOU ON TUMBLR” and she was like “YEAH! with a bright smile in her face.”I still can’t believe my biggest dream finally got true. Taylor is so kind and caring to everyone.
@taylorswift : Thank you so much for inviting me! This has been the best day of my life and I will never forget it in my whole life. I have been on your side since 2008, when I was 12 years old. I have been to your concerts in oberhausen, berlin and cologne, and supported you through every phase of our lifes. I see you as my best friend. You have always been by my side, you might know that from the past few years since you’ve been following me on tumblr but way before that I loved you as much as I do now.I promise, I will tell my kids and grandkids about you and how you inspired me to be the person I am. I will forever stay on your side and defend you, no matter what. I will always keep that day you wanted to meet me too in my mind. Thank you for making me and so many other people so happy. I feel special because of you!
@taylornation thank you so much for everything!! You guys were so nice and planning this event must have been a lot of work. You truly did a great job!!!
Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapter has talking about miscarriage and abuse. (nothing graphic)
You watch as Bucky turns all the lights on in the room and sits on the couch instead of in the fort. You wonder if you should have said something, it was obvious that talking about Natasha was so much more painful to him than the talk about to you Nathan.
You sit on the couch giving him some space “Natasha was my first and only love. We met when we were teenagers…. kids actually. She was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, with her big green eyes and red hair.” He takes a deep breath probably not knowing how to continue talking. “We started dating when we were 16, she was everything to me…. I knew that I wanted to marry her since the moment I saw her but she had her problems.”
He takes a picture of a drawer handing it to you, there were four people in the picture you can see that Steve and Peggy just got engaged for the big smile on their faces and for the way Peggy is showing the ring but what really caught your attention was the other couple.