i love those shoes on her

Things I Love about Wonder Woman

- Little Diana. Basically every scene with little Diana

- The fact that there are Amazons with different race, age, and body type

- the training montage

- “I’m going, Mother”

- “Who would I be if I stay?”

- The sex talk. “Men are important in procreation, but for pleasure, unnecessary.” And Steve’s reaction to that.

- “To the war!”

- The horrified look that one lady gives Diana when she’s trying out outfits

- the fact that war is shown to be bloody, horrifying, and painful

- Diana’s team is not all white. There’s native American and Latino. And the white one is Scottish

- The entire No Man’s Land scene

- “That’s what I’m going to do”

- PTSD, racism, and colonialism is shown. Not just a mention of it, but showing what those can do to people and the effects of those.

- Diana checking out that woman’s size. I love how this shoes that not all women have the same size. I love how this shows that a dress that might fit one, doesn’t necessarily means it would fit others.

- Diana’s realization that humans does horrible things by themselves, not because of Ares’ influence, and her refusing to fight because of that

- Steve’s sacrifice

-Diana’s compassion for dr. Poison

- “Goodbye, Brother”

- That last scene of Diana flying out

- The fact that I didn’t have to see women being sexualized in this movie

- The fact that Diana can be strong, beautiful, smart, and powerful without a man being better than her and the fact that this movie made me realize that women, that I, can be strong, beautiful, smart, and powerful

Costar || C.S.

Originally posted by immortalle

Word Count: 1936

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x reader

Summary: You have real feelings for your costar, but you’re afraid that people might call you unprofessional. You decide to ask Cole himself what he thinks about the situation, and his answer is not what you were expecting.

Warnings: smut, not hardcore but still smut, a little cussing, cute Cole, being in love with Cole

Requested by anon:

“I know you already had a request for Cole smut but I’m so thirsty for it, help your girl out??”

“lordchild I know I know Cole is “bad” but THAT SCENE was so god damn hot, I know you’re writing Ross smut next but you’re so good at smut, please write Cole/jughead smut? Please boo?”

Part 1 (Ross Butler) // Part 2 (Kj Apa)


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Jeff Atkins - One Shot

A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.

Let me know how you like it!



Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -



“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.

 “Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.

 It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”

 “That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”

His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.

“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”

You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.

“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”

“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.

With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.

 “Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.

“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”

She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.

 “That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.

“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”



You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice  and it helped a lot that day.



At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.


“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”

Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”

“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”

“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.

“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.

“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.

You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

 “You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.

You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”

“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”

His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”

You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”

“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”

You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”

He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.

“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”

You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.

“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.

“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”

She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”

The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.

“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.

“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”

It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”

“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”

She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.

“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.

The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.

“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”

You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.

“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”



You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.



It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.



“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.

“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”

Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.

“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”

“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”

“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”

“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.

 “Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.


“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”

“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.

“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.

“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”

“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment. 

“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.

“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”

He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.

“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.



While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.




I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.



“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.

“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”

 You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.

She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”

“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.

“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.

“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”

She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”

“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”

She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.

“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”

“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”


As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.

“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”

 “I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.

As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.

“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.

Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”

The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.

“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”

“On it!”

Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.

“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.

“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.

“You’re damn right!”


“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.

Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”

Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.

“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.

Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.

She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”

“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”

“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”

“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”

“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”

“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.

“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.

“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”

“You promise?” You purred against his lips.

“Oh I definitely promise.”


I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.



So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.

That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.

The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.

I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.

You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.

You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.

I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.

The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.

You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.

Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.

Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.


Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.

Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.

You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.

She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.

You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.

Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.

How was that fair?

Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.


A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(

 ** NONE of the gifs/images are mine.

Little one: Do I look pretty in my new sparkly dress daddy?
Daddy: Yes you do pumpkin you are my pretty little princess.
Little one: No daddy I am not wittle I am a big girl in a big girl dress!!!!
Daddy: O really if my little princess is so big then show daddy what my big girl is wearing under her dress?
Little one: *blushes hard* no daddy!
Daddy: *turns little one around and lifts up her dress* hmmm what is that I don’t think those are big girl panties are they princess?
Little one: no dada *blushes harder*
Daddy: No then what is it that you are wearing underneath your dress pumpkin?
Little one: Its uhh umm uhhh a diapy daddy.
Daddy: A diapy! And why are you wearing a diapy pumpkin?
Little one: Cuz I have accidents.
Daddy: That’s right my love *turns little one around and kisses her on the forehead* your my little princess and don’t you ever forget it baby. Daddy loves you!💜❤️ Now come one little one lets get those shoes on so daddy can take you shopping for more toys! @violettefemme

anonymous asked:

I LOVE your blog!!! I've been reading lots of you rec fics, and Derek is sentimental, shy, blushing and whatnot... Can I have one that Derek is confident? And that Stiles REALLY likes that side of him? Thank you my loves


Anonymous said:Hey do you know any fics where Derek is being seductive?

Ooooo yes! This is one of my favorites. - Anastasia

Originally posted by stilessderek

Day at the Lake by cjr

(1/1 I 471 I General)

Stiles couldn’t turn away. Derek was trying to kill him. Water dripped down from his wet hair onto his unclothed chest. Stiles couldn’t help but stare. Derek caught Stiles’ eyes and raised his brows, looking cocky. He slowly turned around, giving Stiles a great view of his ass.

Light A Roman Candle With Me by Phantomlimb

(1/1 I 651 I Not Rated)

Stiles was just attending to his duties like a good barista when some asshole decided to order an espresso like he owned the place.

Shut Me Down by lazykisses

(1/1 I 2,051 I Teen)

Even when Derek’s an asshole, which is 75% of the time (90% on a rainy day), with his deadpan humor and cocky eyebrows and his annoyingly vague text messages (like that one time Stiles asked him if he’d studied for Chemistry and Derek replied with “hn”. What the hell does ‘hn’ even mean?), Stiles doesn’t mind. And that kinda scares him.

She Devils, Singles, and Lumberjacks by noviceliterati

(1/1 I 3,711 I Mature)

When Lydia asks him to accompany her to a singles night in exchange for her help, Stiles reluctantly agrees, but little does he know he’s bitten off way more than he can chew…

I love you, I love you not by Laluna92

(7/? I 19,789 I Mature)

That was around the time Derek started treating Stiles like the scum at the bottom of his shoe and he replaced Jackson with the “best friend forever” title.
I guess it’s one of those rare days where Derek acknowledges his existence. Great.
“You think you can manage staying out of my way, princess?”
Stiles takes in Derek’s cocky stance and he shoots him a glare, “Think you can manage to go fuck yourself?”

Unknown Kindness in a Cruel World by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(1/1 I 35,357 I Explicit)

The prince carefully observed Stiles. “Do you know who I am?”

Stiles knew he should have. “No,” he answered, knowing the pimp would be unhappy with that answer.

“Are you afraid of me?” The prince asked, his eyes never leaving Stiles.

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew the pimp would want him to answer with a quip or flirtation. But Stiles didn’t want to lie—not to the prince. And he couldn’t tell why. “No,” he truthfully answered.

Mr Hale by SephrinaRose

(26/26 I 52,337 I Teen)

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale’s bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Or in which…

Stiles is a Columbia college student with photographic memory, who hates people that use and abuse others with their power. One day when he is forced to be in the same room as the King Of DickBags: Mr Hale, of Hale Magazine, he gives him a piece of his mind…only to find that it was a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.

Or is it?

We Move to the Same Rhythm by samann98

(16/16 I 54,263 I Explicit)

Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Connie's speech at the end of the new SU episode?

i think connie’s realized how rough things have been for steven, in a way his group of “superpowered children” haven’t. if anyone was worried connie was gonna get “shoved aside” because she’s not always involved, or that her character would get stagnant, take comfort in how very relevant connie’s speech and realization was to steven’s current core dilemma.

i think that’s gonna keep being built on. connie’s been an important player in steven’s recovery from traumatic incidents ever since full disclosure - if not earlier! it’s a really well-developed relationship: she gets that steven’s been given a lot of hardship without ever being asked. i think that realization was the core of “the new crystal gems” - someone being put in his shoes, and realizing how difficult the peacemaking job is, how often he has to be the “adult”, and how horrible it’s been for steven to feel like he fails that.

in general, yes, connie’s pretty firmly planted as the “friend/love interest” character. but, as with all characters that are rooted in archetypes, it’s how they play with that and how genuine their bond is that makes the relationship interesting. connie gives an homage to the best part of those tropes, without having steven’s life consuming her entire identity - she’s got her parents, tennis, books, sword practice, her own anti-authoritarian views, she’s not a patient peacemaker, she’s a talented liar, has her own relationship with several gems, ect… and alongside all that, she loves steven. she’s his best friend, she understands him in a way no one else does, and she’s there for him.

tl;dr: i really loved her speech, i felt it summed up both how important connie is gonna keep being in the narrative, while also lending focus to how much steven’s just been through.

Beautiful (Tom Holland x Reader)

Request: Okay so I ahve this cute request/rant about Tom and realising how he is in love with Y/N. Imagine them doing some usual stuff, hanging out and so on and Y/N would be just complaining/ranting/joking about how she hasn’t felt beautiful in a very long time and then it would hit Tom how beautiful she really is and he would realise his feelings and he’d be like OMG WHAT THE HELL. XDD // by @pauline1994

Following her through the store, Tom couldn’t stop laughing at her jokes. He loved going shopping with her and listening to her joke about different dresses and shoes, trying to make the experience as enjoyable as possible.
‘’It’s going to be so much fun’’ she told him. ‘’I’m so thankful that you invited me.’’
Tom smiled as he thought about the moment when he invited her to the Brits Awards and she started jump around. He had no date, so he thought inviting his best friend was a good idea.
‘’I can’t believe I’m going to meet all those amazing people,’’ she continued, ‘’it’s going to be so discouraging to see so many beautiful women standing beside me.’’
Tom suddenly stopped smiling and looked at her furrowing his brows, not understanding what she meant.
‘’Discouraging?’’ he asked. ‘’Why?’’
She shook her head and smiled softly, trying not to care too much.
‘’You know, they are all going to be so beautiful and I…’’ she paused for a second, trying to find the right words, ‘’I’m gonna be me, I guess.’’
‘’And what’s wrong with that?’’ Tom asked.
‘’I’m not beautiful. I mean, I’m not an ogre, I know that, but I’m nothing out of the ordinary. I’m simple, basic, whatever you want to call it. Nobody looks at me and thinks ‘’wow, she is beautiful.’’’’
She kept rummaging through the dresses and tried not to give it much thought, but Tom couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the way her eyes shone when she spoke about something she enjoyed, or the way she would fidget with her hands when she was nervous. He also thought about the way she would always run a hand through her hair when she wanted to look cool, and the way she would always scrunch her nose when she was mad and trying not to laugh.
Tom then started to think about the way she would always be there for him no matter the situation and the way she would always pick up the phone even if it were 3am. He thought about the way she would always laugh at his silly jokes and how she would always defend him when somebody criticized him.
It was in that moment that Tom realized the hard, cold truth -he was deeply in love with her and he didn’t even know when it had started to happen.
He looked at her once again and tried to form a coherent sentence, although he didn’t even know what he wanted to express.
‘’Hey, [Y/N],’’ he started. She looked at him and smiled, nodding for him to continue, ‘’you are beautiful, just so you know.’’
She blushed and smiled, directing her glance back to the dresses and leaving Tom wondering about how he was going to confess now that he knew nothing would be the same.

Pretty Girl ; Draco Malfoy

inspired by “pretty girl” by maggie lindemann 

“For a Hufflepuff, (Y/N), you’re pretty strong.”

She huffed and shut her Everything, Everything book with a snap. She then looked up to see those grey eyes she hated, and that irritable smirk he formed.

“And what is your point, Malfoy?”

The boy with his blonde hair slicked back let out a chuckle, though he was rather nervous- he was trying not to show it. “My point is-”

He leaned forward and her breath hitched, “You’re different. And I like that.”

She returned to her book and Draco’s arrogant smirk fell from his face; did he fucked up everything?

“Wait, no, (Y/N)-”

“What are you trying to say exactly?” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t have time for you. If this is for you to say something about my-” she looked at her book, “Muggle novels then I had enough. If this is about my shoes-” she looked at her shoes, “Those are called Adidas. If you please, Malfoy-” she looked back at him, “I have a book about a sick kid falling in love to read.”

He stood awkwardly in front of her as he tried numerous times to think of something to charm her- surely there was, something?

“Nice cover. The book, I mean.”

“Why are you still here?” she asked, a tone annoyance laced in her voice. “I thought I’ve made it clear that I have no mood whatsoever to talk to you.”

“Look-” he closed his eyes, “I know, that you hate me-”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, right, but, please, hear me out-” he took a deep breath, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He heard her laugh and felt his whole confidence came crashing down - what was he thinking?

“Who do you think I am, Malfoy?” she looked at him. “Some other girls? Do you think-” she gulped, “Do you think I’m that cheap?”

“No! Merlin, (Y/N), it’s not like that!”

“Is this some stupid dare you and your obnoxious Slytherins discussed? To date a Hufflepuff girl only to break her heart later? I’m not surprised. Even a Gryffindor have done the same thing.”

Draco stared into her eyes, “Who did that to you? Who broke your heart?”

“Like you care, Draco!” she expressed, “It’s Cormac McLaggen, if you’re wondering!- That stupid son of a bitch of a Gryffindor!”

“I’m-” he took a step nearer towards her, “I’m not Cormac, love. I’ll never be him. I’m just… I thought… you’re the prettiest girl my eyes have ever land on, (Y/N). I want to go out with you because… because I thought; being with someone as nice as you could change me to become a better person.”

“You do?”

“I just-” he stared at the floor, afraid to look into the pair of (E/C) orbs. “I like you, (Y/N). And I would so damn like to bring you out to The Three Broomsticks.” 

It took her a few minutes to finally gave him her beautiful smile that gave him the butterflies, the one that got him weak.

“I’ll wait in front of the Hufflepuff common room. Tomorrow, at 6.”

“Tomorrow? Aren’t we waiting until the next trip?”

“I like some adventure,” she shrugged, “Don’t you?”

“Once again, (Y/F/N), you surprised me.”

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

you know what I love more than college aus?  fake relationship/dating.  slow burn.  this is being broken up into multiple parts so i can satisfy the need for slow burn.

title: homecoming, pt. 1 (or, how my latte-stealing coworker became my boyfriend for the weekend)
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 2975

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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The Winning Bid

“…the youngest Head of Pathology at St. Bartholomew’s in its history. The charming, brilliant, Doctor Molly Hooper!”

The end of the emcee’s announcement was drowned out by thunderous applause. Shyly stepping on stage, Molly blushed dark red at being the center of attention. She nearly stumbled in the high heels Mary had insisted on loaning her and she felt like she was playing dress up in the elegant floor-length gown Anthea had zipped her up in.

“The bidding for a lovely date with our favourite pathologist starts at 500 pounds!”

Immediately, four paddles hit the air. Molly gaped wide-eyed as the bidding war began in earnest. Near the back, Mary was giving her a double thumbs up and winking, then pointing to the drop-dead gorgeous doctor in the front who was calmly leading the pack.

Molly caught his eye and flushed at the lopsided grin he gave her. His blonde hair hung over his forehead and his green eyes sparkled with interest.

He winked and raised his paddle, claiming the highest bid yet of 1400 pounds.

Molly bit her lip and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. This was turning out to be so much better than the humiliating disaster she anticipated. And what better way for Molly to get over a certain Consulting Detective who refused to admit his feelings than to be swept off her feet by a dashing doctor.

“3000 pounds!”

Everyone gasped and looked around to find the booming voice. Molly looked up from the dashing doctor in shock to find Sherlock striding through the crowd toward her with singular focus.

“3000 pounds, to the newcomer! Any advance on 3000?!” The ecstatic emcee crowed. The men in the crowd grumbled, but offered no bids. From the back, Mary was catcalling and John was cackling.

Molly couldn’t speak as Sherlock leapt on to the stage and chucked his pocketbook toward the emcee, all without taking his eyes off Molly.

“Y-you said you didn’t-” Molly finally found her voice.

“I was an idiot,” he growled and wrapped his arms around her and finally (only took the sod 7 years!) kissed her until her toes curled in those awful shoes and she forgot all about the dashing doctor and her own name.

“I love you,” he said when they parted t9 breathe. Molly beamed at him, her eyes sparkling. “Forgive me. Please.”

“Always,” she promised and sealed it with another kiss.

White Houses

“What?” Jughead just stared at the beautiful blonde, her eyes sad but excited. He was still sleeping, that had to be it. This was all a dream.

“I’m running away.” She repeated, her soft voice breaking him from his thoughts, she allowed herself a minute to smile at his absolutely awestruck stare “I mean it’s not gonna be for forever, just the summer. You’re the only person I’m telling this too, I trust you Juggie, I know you won’t tell anyone. Not even Archie.” She warned gently, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of a reaction. “Juggie?” She whispered.

Suddenly he realized exactly what was going on, she was leaving. She was leaving him. On her own? All on her own out in the real world? Sure Riverdale was scary but outside of their tiny town? It was dangerous.

“Where are you going to go? Where are you planning on staying? You’re mom is gonna lose her mind! When are you going?” He rushed out, desperate to know her entire plan.

She waited for him to finish, watched him take a breath before she began answering his questions.

“I’m going to North Carolina. My uncle Chick, he has a summer house down there, no ones using it this summer. he promised not to tell my mother, I’m gonna have the whole place to myself. Oh Juggie it’s right on the lake, it’s so beautiful. As for my mom, she won’t know. I’ll leave a note telling her I’m okay and not to look for me but after that? It’s up to her how she handles it. I…I…” she moved to stand right in front of the skittish boy, resting a hand on his chest. “I have to do this Juggie. I…I need this.” Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and she was smiling at Jughead with such hope, he was rendered speechless. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and sighed softly into her hair.

“When do you leave? I’d like to be there to see you off atleast.” He answered her, his brain churning.

“Tommorow morning, after mom leaves for work. Bright and early.” She smiled at her own plan.

Jughead grabbed her hand pulling her along.
“Alright then let me treat you to your last pops milkshake for a while.” Betty giggled but followed anyway.

The night passed in a blur for Jughead, he hadn’t slept all night, too busy planning. Betty hadn’t slept either, the nerves and excitement getting to her. Sure enough, at exactly 8:02, she heard her mothers engine start and the car pull out of the driveway. She didn’t have time to waste. Pulling her bags behind her, she raced down the stairs, quickly opening and shutting the front door. She took a sad moment to stare at the house that haunted her so much, she would miss it, it wouldn’t be for long but it seemed to be all she knew, the pain that house held. Waving at the big White House, she took a deep Breath and turned around.

What the hell?

Standing there, leaning against her car were her best friends, suitcases packed and sweatpants on. Veronica stepped forward first

“Road trips are so in this season, give me those keys girls we need to start loading this car.”
Betty just stared, handing her the keys in a daze. Kevin dragged Cheryl along with him,

“we want the back seats, we need our beauty sleep. This timing is unbearable.” He yawned, winking at Betty, Cheryl moved to stand beside her “I need this too Betty, thanks for letting me come, I know we haven’t been best friends, but it means something to me.” She patted her on the shoulder delicately, walking away. Archie moved to her grabbing her in a bear hug and whispering in her ear

“We’re all here for you, no matter what goes down, you’re not going through it alone.” He then called to Ronnie “no! You’re gonna crush my guitar!” Sprinting to the trunk of her mini van.

Finally she spotted the familiar beanie as it walked towards to her

“Don’t be angry.” He started.

Betty tried to dim her smile “Jughead” she whispered.

He was scratching the back of his neck “I’m sorry, I know this is awful, but I couldn’t let you do this on your own. All those people, well minus Cheryl, they love you. They want to help you, just…don’t hate me.” He glanced at his shoes when he suddenly felt the skinny little tan arms wrapping around his waist

“Thankyou Jughead, this is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.” She whispered into his chest.

Jughead finally released the breath he had been holding and leaned his chin on top of her head “anytime Betty, anytime.”

Suddenly they were disrupted by the beeping of a horn
“Come on love birds, were burning daylight, we’ve got quite a journey ahead of us.” Archie shouted from the front seat.

Jughead and Betty laughed as the dark haired boy threw an arm around the blondes shoulders
“You heard the man” she giggled “let’s do this!”

Jughead smiled

“Let’s do this.”

This is kind of like a prologue, do you guys think I should add Reggie and the Pussycats in here somehow? Let me know!


A Masterpost of Patsy Mount’s Iconic Looks™: Series 3

Miss Patience Mount is one of the most stylish ladies on Call the Midwife, and she has such a look™. Everything she wears is just iconic, and I felt compelled to make a masterpost of her looks, starting with season 3. If you click on the pictures, there’s captions 

*please excuse the bad quality of the pics, I am horrible at screenshotting*

Nishiki clearly knew about Touka’s feelings for Kaneki- her asking about the keychain

being around Touka after Haise started visiting :re and probably hiding in the store room, leaving his shoes behind

and of course this comment

I get the feeling those two were there for each other during the loneliness of losing Kimi and Kaneki after the Anteiku Raid. And now I can’t help but imagine what he’ll say if he ever finds out that Touka confessed and tried to kiss Kaneki, or if he’ll take one look at them at the next Goat meeting and just know, locking eyes with Touka and giving her the


For Ciel, who is trying hard to be seen as an adult, I will smile and walk beside him in my childish low-heeled shoes. Low heeled shoes, mother’s teaching, a sword to protect you—those are the ‘nice things’ that my current self is made of.



Shout out to my main bitch @lilli-jo for coming up with this concept and making me type “OMG” into my phone over and over again! This one’s for you! Love you.

“Olivia! Hurry up! I need the Calvin Klein sweaters now!“ the stylist shouted and Olivia hurried to the rack of designer clothing, looking for the grey sweaters.

“Okay, so when is this teenage star coming in?” Philippe, the photographer asked, scrolling through his iPad and Catherine rolled her eyes.

“In twenty minutes. And can you please be a little bit quicker, Olivia? Thank you!”

Olivia was about to lose it as she aggressively looked through the rack until finally finding those damn CK sweaters.

“What’s his shoe size?” the stylist asked and her assistant looked at her notes.

“Um… 11. And he’s 6’3’’. Really tall! He could model with that face and body of his”

Catherine looked at the polaroids her assistant was holding. She frowned, furrowing her perfectly arched eyebrows. “He should stick to singing,” she replied icily and Olivia had to hold back from rolling her eyes.

She knew she needed this internship. She knew this magazine was one of the best ones and she knew it would look good on her CV. But she wanted to quit since day one. And she didn’t know how she would survive the next weeks.



“Get me those black Ferragamo shoes. Size 11! NOW!”

“Sure,” Olivia said through gritted teeth, making her way down to the basement to look for the designer shoes that cost more than her rent.

Coming back, shoes in hand, she placed them next to the neatly folded outfit. Black pants, a nice button-down-shirt, a belt.

And then he came in.

And Olivia had to blink. Twice.

Because, well, she just had to stare. Feeling incredibly stupid.

“Hello!” he said and Olivia could feel a shiver running down her spine, his soft voice touching her deep inside and she gulped.

What the actual fuck, Liv?!

Brown curls, chiseled jawline, hazel eyes and a million-dollar-smile, tall and handsome as hell, he walked up to the photographer.

“Hi Shawn,” Philippe said, sounding almost bored, shaking his hand and Olivia disappeared behind her rack.

“Hello, uh… Shawn!” Catherine said, looking at her notes. “Nice to meet you! How are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”

“Good, good. Are you ready for the photoshoot?”

He nodded. “Sure. I’m a bit jetlagged but I’m ready for this.”

“Okay, great,” Catherine cooed and led him to the back of the studio, handing him the clothes.

“Please change into that, okay?”

“Sure,” he replied and Olivia peeked through the clothes, noticing how his back muscles moved and she felt so silly, hiding behind her rack that she closed her eyes.

She wanted to slap herself. There she was, acting like a crazy hormonal fangirl, lusting over some teenage popstar who didn’t even know she existed. Let alone her name.

Olivia looked on as the photoshoot started, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She nibbled on her bottom lip as he started to move in front of the camera. It looked effortlessly and he was told to not to smile.

He was looking at the camera through hooded eyes, tilting his head back a little, plump lips, a nice neck, his adams apple moving slightly and Olivia had to swallow thickly.

Philippe asked him to lay down and Olivia almost jumped as the stylist’s assistant yelled her name across the room.


“I’m here,” Olivia said, her voice coming out raspy and hoarse.

“We should roll his sleeves up! Can you do that? I have to take this call!”

Olivia could feel the heat in her cheeks as they turned pink. Fuck.

She walked over to the photographer and knelt down.

And for the first time he saw her. Acknowledging her existence and his eyes widened a little as she got on her knees in front of him.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” Olivia rasped back, sounding shy and insecure and she hated herself for it.

“Seems like I need a little help, huh?” he chuckled and Olivia smiled.

“May I?” she asked before touching him and he nodded.

“Of course.”

With trembling fingers, she rolled his sleeves up, exposing his perfect, veiny forearms and he looked at her. Intently.

Intense eye contact, making her look up.

“Are you cold?” he asked, frowning, noticing her ice cold fingers.

“Y-yeah, a bit”

Shawn propped himself up on one elbow.

“Hey! Can we turn the AC off, please? Um… what’s your name?” he breathed against her face and Olivia’s heart forgot how to work properly.


“Olivia’s cold!”

The photographer huffed a laugh. “Oh, she’s actually just an intern. No one cares how she’s feeling. Sorry, sweetie! The sooner you learn the rules, the better”

Olivia tensed up, anger raising in her chest and Shawn could feel that.

He frowned, furrowing his brows, eyes dark.

“Well, she’s still a part of this team! Where’s the AC? I’ll turn it off”

“Over there,” the photographer replied, sounding annoyed, nodding his head to the back of the room and Shawn got up, strutting through the room, taking long strides.
He turned the AC off with a forceful click, snapping his long fingers at it.

“Better?” he asked with a casual smile, lying down again and Olivia nodded, freezing in place.

“Y-yes… thanks”

He smiled, apparently pleased with himself. 

Philippe looked through the photos and scrunched his nose. “I hate the belt, Liv! Where’s the Balenciaga one? The one with the cool clasp?”

“On the pile over there,” Olivia responded, getting up, reaching for the burgundy belt.

“You need to help him with the belt, Liv, the clasp is tricky,” Catherine chirped from behind her. “Don’t be shy, honey, he doesn’t bite”

Shawn took his belt off and he looked her in the eye, hazel eyes dark. Touching her knuckles he said: “You don’t have to do that,” he whispers.

Olivia could swear that his touch made her skin tickle and she shook her head. “No, it’s okay! The clasp really is tricky”

She handed him the belt and he pulled it through the loops of his pants.

With shaking hands, she closed the clasp, not believing that her hands where this close to his crotch. She could feel him suck his breath in and she avoided eye contact, turning the silver clasp around.

“Thank you,” he said and she felt his breath on her temple.

She looked down and up at him. “You’re welcome. Just doing my job here”

me watching Jurassic world for the eighth time today: this movie would make so much more sense if Owen was a girl, if the raptors are matriarchal then they’d only respect a female alpha, not Owen, it’s would make more sense if it was Rowen Grady, badass raptor keeper like everything can be the same like she falls in love with Claire and gray and Zach still think she’s a badass and be like “your girlfriends a badass!” and “can we stay with you?!” “I’m not leaving you as long as you live!” “We meant her definitely her” like picture it, Rowen Grady with short cropped hair, kickass combat boots and still ex navy like wow okay Claire is definitely a little in love like Rowen would still be like “how’re you running in those shoes!” Still have the motorbike and it would just be amazing