i miss the blonde and the purple

who run the stage? (girls) >> in honour of international womens day, a sample of the incredible talents of the women (and girls!) of musical theatre [listen]

omigod you guys from legally blonde - laura bell bundy and ensemble // i’m here from the color purple - lachanze // everything i know from in the heights - mandy gonzalez // and i am telling you i’m not going from dreamgirls - jennifer holliday // seventeen (reprise) from heathers - barret wilbert weed, alice lee, katie ladner and elle mclemore // with you from ghost - caissie levy // fly, fly away from catch me if you can - kerry butler // not for the life of me/nyc/astonishing - sutton foster // safer from first date - krysta rodriguez // love while you can from if/then - idina menzel, lachanze and jenn colella // ring of keys from fun home - sydney lucas // the wizard and i from wicked - ashleigh gray // simple joys from pippin - patina miller // easy as life from aida - heather headley //  i’d give my life for you from miss saigon - lea salonga // take me or leave me from rent - idina menzel and fredi walker // pretty funny from dogfight - lindsay mendez // sal tlay ka siti from the book of mormon - nikki m james // all grown up from bare - jenna leigh green // born to entertain/don’t rain on my parade - laura osnes // no day but today - idina menzel // i know it’s today from shrek - leah greenhaus, marissa o'donnell and sutton foster // i’m a star - eden espinosa // mama who bore me (reprise) from spring awakening - lea michele, lilli cooper, lauren pritchard, remy zaken and phoebe strole // the hill from once - cristi milioti // never neverland (fly away) - stephanie j block // as long as he needs me from oliver - jodie prenger //  watch what happens from newsies - kara lindsay // on my own from les miserables - samantha barks // out tonight from rent - daphne rubin-vega // i can do better than that from the last five years - betsy wolfe // quiet from matilda - adrianna bertola // the music and the mirror from a chorus line - charlotte d'amboise // i’m not afraid of anything from songs for a new world - andrea burns // defying gravity from wicked - willemijn verkaik // dear mr president - natalie weiss // on the steps of the palace from into the woods - anna kendrick // maybe (next to normal) from next to normal - alice ripley and jennifer damiano // the graveyard from jane eyre - marla schaffel and lisa musser // we’re not done from bring it on - taylor louderman and adrienne warren // dyin’ ain’t so bad from bonnie and clyde - laura osnes // it’s the hard knock life from annie - lilla crawford and ensemble // there’s a fine, fine line from avenue q - stephanie d'abruzzo // a new life from jekyll and hyde - linda eder // get out and stay out from 9 to 5 - stephanie j block } 


Pens and paintbrushes http://archiveofourown.org/users/Erikapell/works

It was late and he knew he should be home, he knew he had work at the publishing office early tommorow morning, but Jughead Jones was not one to do what was expected of him, especially not when he had the worst case of writers block he had ever come across.

He was staring blankly at the open poppy field in front of him, New York City was definitely nothing like Riverdale, the pushing and the yelling and the overpopulated streets, so when he came across this hidden gem he had been eternally grateful for the tiny bit of peace and serenity it provided.

Archie snored loudly from the back of the beat up pick up truck Jughead was currently perched on top of, He smiled at his obnoxious best friend and went back to scribbling in his notebook. Jughead needed inspiration, he was at a standstill with his novel and Archie was happy to tag along, happy to be away from the studio for a bit, even if he couldn’t keep his eyes open for longer than an hour. Archie was an up and coming musician and he worked tirelessly to get his music heard, something Jughead had always admired about his best friend.

His eyes were fairly close to glazing over themselves as he watched the orange and purple sunset dip lower behind the hills.

“Betty! Please, these are givenchi! I’m going to get Pollen all over my new cape!”

Jughead eyes snapped open at the sound of a very agitated female voice, squinting into the distance he saw what had the dark haired girl so up in arms.

Honey blonde hair and long tans legs peeking out of a long flower white maxi skirt, slit up the side and blowing behind her as she pulled what he assumed was her friend through the flowers

“I’m gonna miss it Ronnie, I just found the perfect color for the sky and I’m gonna miss it if we don’t hustle! Move that Pilates sculpted booty!” She giggled, her hands gripping a variety of colored pencils and a thick white sketchbook.

Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde, her midriff was bare and toned underneath the loser white crop top as she made her way towards him, her eyes were looking directly past him at the sunset in the distance and he could make out bright hazel green irises. Apparently all the commotion woke sleeping beauty from his slumber and Archie crawled towards the roof of the car, setting his eyes on the approaching girls.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me there’d be chicks, look at the dark haired one.” Archie rubbed his eyes sleepily, leaning forward to get a better look.

Suddenly the two girls were directly in front of the dark green pick up truck and The blonde was climbing on top of it.

“Elizabeth!” The raven haired girl shouted, her eyes wide and appalled.

She continued to climb
“I’m so sorry, but I really need this view, I’m so sorry!”

She pushed past Archie and dropped beside Jughead, ripping the sketchbook open and immediately sketching the sight before her.

“I am so sorry about her. She’s an artist, I’m sure you know how temperamental they are. It’s the heat I think, it’s gotten to her, made her forget her manners.” Her friend stated pointedly, her hands on her hips as she shook her head.

Jughead was speechless, this absolute enigma of a girl was seated beside him, her thigh pressed against his as she effortlessly drew the most beautiful piece of work he had ever seen, he watched her draw strokes on the paper, the colors perfectly matching the scenery in front of them. He vaguely heard Archie helping the dark haired girl into the bed of the truck, when the beauty in question glanced up , placing her pencil down and sighing relived, apologetic eyes meeting his captured ones.

“I really am so sorry, it’s just the sunset moves so quickly ya know, I haven’t been able to capture it all week. And this is perfect.”

Jughead shook his head
“I get it, don’t worry about it. You can climb my truck anytime.” He smiled at the light blush that rose to her cheeks. She stuck her hand out

“I’m Betty Cooper, it’s nice to meet you.”

Betty Cooper?! His jaw visibly dropped as he stared blatantly. Betty Cooper was one of the most well known young artists in all of NewYork, her work was hung in the some of the best galleries in the cities. People begged for her work, she chose to remain anonymous in the sense of face to face. The only thing people knew of Betty Cooper was her and name and her talent.

From behind him he heard a giggle
“That’s not usually the reaction she gets.”

He looked over and The pearl wearing girl was perched on Archie’s lap

“I’m Veronica Lodge. And yes I am the world famous fashion designer, no need to drop your draw twice James Dean.”

Jughead raised a brow, he had never heard of her but from the looks of her he could tell she wasn’t lying.

“She’s very proud of her work.” Betty giggled from beside him, he could tell that the quiet blonde didn’t share the same outgoing personality as her friend, but from the soft way she smiled at Veronica it was clear they were very close.

“I’m Jughead Jones. Definitely not as accomplished as you but Jughead Jones nonetheless.” He gripped her hand, holding it for a second longer than necessary. His stomach flip flopping at the unfamiliar feeling, something in her eyes shifted and he knew she was feeling the same thing.

“He will be famous though, he’s writing a book and it’s really good, his publisher is just waiting for it to be finished.” Archie said from below, his arm slung lazily around Veronica’s waist as he whispered in her ear.

“You write!” Betty smiled, her hand moving to grip his arm as she looked at him excitedly.

Jughead blushed rose petal pink, and nodded shyly

“Something like that.”

“Id love to read your work some time.” She was so soft and gentle, Jughead wasn’t accustomed to this type of woman, growing up on the Southside of Riverdale, girls were bitter and angry, moving to New York he hadn’t been interested in finding anyone, but with her soft hand around his forearm and her long blonde hair brushing his cheek.. well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He shook his head quickly, like she would be interested in somelike you, her a grip Jughead, His mothers nasal sharp voice echoed in his head.

“Well lover boys, we better get going. I have a meeting in Paris tommorow morning and then I’m back here by lunch.” Veronica shrugged, daintily stepping off the bed of the truck as Archie helped her down.

Betty rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Jughead as he laughed quietly, his hands wrapped around her waist and he carefully dropped her in front of him, her feet on solid ground, she stared up at him.

“Id like to see you again Jughead Jones.” She whispered.

Jughead swallowed heavily, his eyes boring into hers

“Id like that Betty Cooper”

She pulled her sketch pad out and scribbled her number down on torn piece of paper. Handing it to him she threw him a final glance and followed Veronica towards the trail.

Jughead watched her retreating back his fingers clutching the number in his hand, Archie came to stand beside him, holding his palm open

“Dude! You got her number too? Awesome! Veronica wrote hers in lipstick so I can’t really close my hand until I can find my phone…” Archie rambled on and Jughead smiled staring down at the piece of paper.

Jughead Jones life was about to become a whole lot different.

THIS!!! Imagine!! Any member of ASGZ (whether they’re together in a relationship or single pringles as friends) meeting Cloud as a guy, and becoming friends/hardcore crushing on him, then meeting a cute blonde girl in a purple sundress and forming a crush on her and gushing about them both to their friends and-

I really want to see this now.


I’m graduating this upcoming week! Ahhh. I’m so excited. College has been rough (thanks, chronic illnesses), but I have loved my time here and will miss it dearly.

Here are a few pictures of my face. :)

[Images: the first photo is an up close of my face. I have blonde hair and green eyes, and am wearing a purple cap and gown and smiling up at the camera. The second photo is of me farther back; I’m wearing a white dress with blue flowers, my purple cap, and I’m leaning against my white cane which also has blue flowers on it. In the background is a bluestone building on my college campus.]

My top 5 Kunoichis

5. Hinata Hyuga

  • she wears her heart on her sleeve and I respect that. 
  • Still confused on wtf her hair color is. 
  • Delicate flower but can still pulverize u, noob. 
  • Chakra points crusher co-co-co-combooo. 
  • In dire need of a stylist, tbh. I VOLUNTEER.
  • Her crippling shyness struck us hard cuz u know deep down u can relate to that shit. 
  • Her love for Naruto is either adorably romantic or terrifyingly stalker-like, and I love it either way. 
  • Naruto would be like, restraining-order-no-jutsu! Just a joke. jeez lighten up.
  • Whenever i look at her angelic face it makes my non existent dick so hard and i dunno whyyyy wtf is this withcraft?!

4. Sakura Haruno

  • let’s be honest, there is a lot of hate and flak about her…and frankly my dear i don’t give a damn.
  • She does not deserve that kind of treatment. 
  • She already proved she is a fucking titan. Ya just can’t mess with her.
  • She can rip yo asshole in half and would still have time to rip u another asshole, too. 
  • SHE AIN’T THE SAME CRYBABY AS BEFORE THO SHE STILL IS, MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT. Have u seen the op & ed songs of the series? Why is she always crying? 
  • Tsunade is so proud that she surpassed her in every way. Maybe not in the chest area though. FOR THAT she is relieved.
  • She bloomed into one of the greatest shinobis of her generation. 
  • Pink hair, don’t care. Fabulouuusss

3. Kushina Uzumaki 

  • She is the OG. All hail supreme goddess! 
  • She’s got guts, strength, charm and a nine-tailed beast cursed inside of her so ya better watch out, fam. 
  • Heart of gold
  • Her WARM SMILE just lights up the perpetual darkness in my soul.
  • Dominated, conquered all them haters with her fierceness
  • MinaKushi is definitely relationship goals. 
  • I cry everytime she and naruto have their family moments in the series. It’s like they remind me that I ain’t dead inside yet & that comforts me a lot. 
  •  Easily has the best mom award hands down.

2. Tenten  

  • She will smack all the sense into you when you really need it. She is practically your idiot-avoidance therapist. be grateful
  • Oriental Aesthetic.
  • She is a lowkey comedian. I snicker at the thought of her traditional humor. Yeah fuck you, kishimoto she is hilarious af in my headcanon
  • The big sister you wish you had. 
  • Dayum her fashion sense is always on point, teach me sensei. 
  • Lee’s own anchor, believe me he needs it. 
  • She does not have a surname and we all know people with only one name are fucking lit. (Madonna, Beyonce, Adele, Eminem, Prince… Enya?) wtf
  • Her hard work and determination gives me hope. 
  • Weapons Merchant in the streets, Weapons dominatrix in the sheets. 
  • underneath those cute chinese hair buns and soft brown eyes are heaps of badassery & metal tools that will kill yer sorry ass. 

1. Ino Yamanaka 

  • well, obviously were u even that surprised? Beauty, brains & talent all rolled into one gorgeous creature.
  •  An overachiever, she is a botanist, a skilled medic, a housewife, topnotch interrogator, owns a flower shop, probably the head of her clan. Like wtf ino how do u do it? I can’t even balance jack shit in my life. 
  • SHIPPER’S PARADISE. I ship her with literally anybody. Just not with Akamaru but, if that floats your boat then you better get checked right away, hun.
  • I wanna know her brand of lipstick, Girl knows her make up, SALUTE.
  • Miss Sunshine to all, Miss Annoying to Shikamaru. 
  • Her mind games will fuck you up.
  • You secretly wish she was your bestie in real life too pls don’t deny it. 
  • Her knowledge of flowers and their meanings tho. 
  • I have a soft spot for sky blue eyes i’m so sorry. Nope not even sorry at all.
  • Beware, her loud mouth has no stop signal. 

So recently I’ve seen a lot of tumblr posts about Ms. Frizzle being a witch in a muggle community (as a teacher of pre-Hogwarts magical students who may not know about the w/w community). I’m 100% on board.

But something I REALLY want is Harry meeting Ms. Frizzle…so I wrote a drabble.

c. Summer holidays 2004 - Harry, Ginny, and Luna aged 24. Hermione aged 25. - The Rookery, the Lovegood Home near Ottery St. Catchpole.

“Harry, come in!” Luna beamed. “Ginny and Hermione are already here.”

“Ron sends his apologies,” Harry fumbled for a moment over the doorstep to take off his shoes and socks. Luna was adamant that he might step on the dust sprites otherwise. “He’s tied up with the Shop. He and George are really working to overhaul.”

“That’s alright,” Luna smiled dreamily. “Dad’s not here either. He’s gone on a fishing trip.”

“Your dad fishes?” 

“Not for fish,” Luna said eagerly. “He sends messages down to the local river folk with a sinking bottle and they write back. He’s looking for the Australian bunyip that’s supposed to have come through the waters over Russia.”

“Of course,” Harry shook his head. He shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Come into the garden,” Luna beamed. “The weather is gorgeous.”

Harry followed Luna through the new pattern - so familiar now - of the Rookery. Most of it had been destroyed in the Graphorn blast in six years previous, but Minister Shacklebolt - on Hermione’s insistence - had set up a war relief fund to help survivors rebuild. Most had gone into Hogwarts, and for a brief, painful moment, Harry felt his heart squeeze. He averted his gaze as they passed a bright purple wall, covered floor to ceiling in moving photographs of a laughing, blonde haired woman, cooing over a baby, or teaching a young Luna how to pour potions with fire tongs. 

Luna’s scatterbrain hid a deep intuitiveness, and she paused before the wall, sensing Harry’s discomfort. “I do miss her,” she said, staring at the pictures with her bulbous, frost blue eyes. She turned them on Harry. “I miss her every day.”

Harry didn’t know why fhe was blinking so hard behind his glasses but he only nodded, managing. “We all do…we miss them all.”

Luna reached out to touch a framed shadowbox of a lock of hair wrapped around a birch wand. “But remembering is important,” she said simply. “Come on, you won’t believe how big Ivy is getting.”

Harry followed her out the great back of the house, which had been completely folded away for the summer weather. Huge, garage-like paned windows made up the entire back of the Rookery. His heart seized up a moment when he saw her. It still did. Every time.

Ginny and Hermione were sitting at a table under a century old oak tree. The table, like most things Luna owned, was a battered pastel - light blue - and had an eclectic patchwork quilt of a tablecloth spread with tea things. There were places set for animals as well, and Harry noticed one plate was still swimming in blood. He squeezed his bare feet in the cool grass as he crossed over to the table.

“Hello stranger,” Hermione said, wrinkling her nose at him as she pointed her wand at her bushy hair. It cinched into a bun on the top of her head as she fanned the back of her neck.

“Long time,” he teased back. They had seen each other the same morning in the elevator. Harry had exited to the Auror’s offices, and Hermione had continued to the Department of Magical Law where her current campaign was wage equality for Being status creatures.

“You look beautiful,” he told Ginny, who was braiding her own long hair by hand, scowling at him. 

“No I don’t,” she said crossly. “I’m sweating like a troll and I’m fat and I’m hungry.”

“Harry’s here, so we can eat,” Luna promised, waving a wand over the table. The water - which had been drunk dry - was refilled by a steaming kettle. Lemonade and ice filled a waiting pitcher. Peaches, plums, and raspberries filled the cups alongside tea cakes. “And you are not fat,” she added unnecessarily. “You are just very pregnant.”

Ginny leveled a look at Harry, who only laughed, and swooped in to kiss the side of her neck. 

She writhed away. “GET OFF,” she barked. “It’s a thousand degrees and you haven’t shaved!”

“Down girl,” Harry snickered, offering her a plate meekly he had spelled together.

She hissed back at him like an angry cat, but took the plate mollified, while Hermione buttered toast for him and Luna. 

“Any day now,” Hermione said placatingly. “He’ll come any day now.”

“He will not,” moaned Ginny as she spooned loose leaf - collected by Luna herself - into a strainer. “He’ll live in me forever. He’s set up camp. He’s not coming out. I’ll never play quidditch again.”

“You could play quidditch now,” Harry pointed out. “You just might tump sideways off your broom. People might mistake you for the bludger. If you scored you’d count for two! If…”

Ginny chucked a perfectly good bun at his head for that, and it bounced off his glasses and rolled into the grass where it was immediately snatched up by Luna’s puffskein Fauntleroy. Fauntleroy often played with Ginny’s pygmy puff Arnold, but while hers was the miniature version, Fauntleroy was close to twenty pounds and roughly the size and shape of a quaffle. 

“Well I’m never having any human children,” Luna said serenely. “Ivy keeps me perfectly busy.”

“Where is Ivy?” Harry asked curiously, looking around.

“She ate all her steak and snuck off,” Ginny glowered. “She was fed before we were!”

Luna gave a trilling call. “Ivy! Ivy love, come here!”

A long black neck poked up out of the shrubbery. 

“There she is,” Luna said, quite unnecessarily, as the yearling thestral extricated herself gawkily from the bushes and came trotting over eagerly, looking around with white, bulging eyes for any promise of more food.

“No more!” Hermione laughed as Ivy nuzzled her neck. “You’ll get fat!”

Harry returned Ginny a look as Ivy was - as all thestrals - skeletal. Ivy was a gift from Hagrid, who trusted Luna to look after her. Luna often fostered the thestrals that needed a little extra care before they returned to their herd at Hogwarts. Yet Harry suspected Ivy would not be leaving; Luna had been given her the same day Ivy was born to a dead mother, and they were inseparable. He suspected Hagrid was trying to create a secondary herd out in the countryside around Ottery St. Catchpole, as thestrals were widely hunted and endangered. Luna would be the perfect custodian.

They chatted for a time while Luna stroked Ivy’s long neck, but when it became apparent more food that Ivy cared for (besides ivy nettles, long centipedes, and bloody meat) would not be forthcoming, the thestral wandered back into the shrubbery.

“Luna?” It was a woman’s voice, and the three of them looked at one another in surprise as Luna looked about.

“Outside!” she called back, obviously unperturbed that a strange woman was in her house.

“Were you…expecting someone?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“Oh no,” Luna said, smiling as she quartered a peach. “But friends can just drop by.”

Hermione’s mouth looked a bit like McGonagall’s, or as if she had eaten something quite sour. Unexpected drop ins were not the Granger-Weasley way, although Ron would be far more amenable than Hermione.

“What about family?” said the voice again, as a woman stepped out the doors onto the grass.

“Aunt Valerie!” Luna leapt to her feet and dashed from the table, skipping lightly over the grass to embrace the woman.

Harry would not have needed any introduction to spot that the newcomer was related to Luna. Her clothes were even more eclectic - hard to do - as she was wearing a dress covered in a moving pattern of blooming flowers. She had earrings made of literal flower bulbs; they kept shedding dirt on her shoulders. Her hair - like Luna’s - was a mass of wavy hair. Unlike Luna’s, it was a light orange and pushed into a messy beehive held in place with her wand. She had Luna’s same frost blue eyes, pale complexion, and slightly crooked nose. Luna was chatting volubly as she led her by the hand back to the table.

“These are my friends,” and Luna beamed the way that always made Harry’s stomach swoop when Luna said it. Like she was both proud and disbelieving. “Harry Potter, Ginny Potter, and Hermione Granger-Weasley.”

“And?” asked the woman, glancing pointedly at Ginny’s stomach.

“James Potter the second,” Harry said quickly, afraid Ginny might unhinge her jaw and swallow the woman whole. To his surprise, she laughed.

“If you stick around long enough, he might come meet you before dinnertime.”

“Wouldn’t that be lovely!” exclaimed the woman in a loud, sing-song voice. Like Luna, she tended to stress words without seeming rhyme or reason. There was something about the voice that puzzled Harry.

“This is my Aunt Valerie,” Luna introduced, holding out a chair for her aunt as she settled down. “She’s my mother’s sister.”

“Pandora,” agreed Valerie, still smiling. “And what are we doing here?”

“It’s a garden party,” said Luna in delight, and Harry realized guiltily that this set up he had taken for granted had probably taken Luna time to prepare. She might have been planning for days. From the look he got from Hermione - cool approval at his finally noticing - he guessed he was right.

“How marvelous,” said Valerie, and it clicked into place for Harry.

“You’re American?” he blurted. 

“Yes, I live in America,” she corrected tacitly. “I’m a teacher.”

“A professor?” asked Hermione eagerly.

“No, I teach third grade! It’s the most fun I’ve ever had!”

“At a magical school?” Hermione tried again. “I don’t know anything about American wizarding education!”

This was a lie, and it made Harry grin. Hermione knew a little bit about everything, thanks to reading and genuine curiosity. After the Quidditch Cup in 1994, he discovered she had researched the history of Quidditch in Bulgaria and Ireland extensively since its inception after Aztec and Greek wizarding societies met.

“No! I teach at a muggle school!”

Even Ginny looked up from plowing through a third bowl of berries. Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from her stained red lips.“What?” she asked in astonishment. “But why?” 

“It’s so much more fun!” Valerie beamed. “When the students don’t know they’re going to be witches and wizards.”

“You teach a muggle born class?” asked Hermione in mixed shock and amazement. “And you don’t tell them?”

“And ruin the fun?” laughed Valerie. “What good would that do?”

“Auntie V,” Luna interrupted. “They don’t understand your curriculum. Explain it properly.”

“Well,” and Harry could have sworn the bulb earrings glowed for a moment. “What would you all like to learn about here? Moona?”

Luna beamed at the nickname, and looked around. “Oh, I don’t know…how about…the sun?” she turned her eyes back to the table, blinking sunspots away.

“Well we know about the sun,” said Hermione, glancing at Harry and Ginny before faltering. “D-don’t we?”

“I’d like to learn,” Harry said firmly, and was gratified when Luna’s nervousness melted into pride.

“Sounds like,” Valerie said, quickly dabbing her mouth but not touching her wand. “It’s time for a field trip!”

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Baby Come Home (15/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

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“Steve!” You holler as you slide across the floor between the man’s legs, kicking him in the back of the knees he drops to them, grabbing the shield slamming it into the back of the man’s head who falls face first down, you toss it to Steve who catches it one handed blocking the hit coming from a metal pipe. A sigh of relief leaves you open and one of the men grabs hold of you, slamming you to the floor with a hand around your neck.

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Cinderella Part 1

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Warnings: Swearing, Social Anxiety

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

Request: So I was wondering if you could do a Bucky X female!reader fic where Tony throws a huge masquerade ball fit with gowns, tuxedos, masks, and everything and the reader is a friend of one of the female avengers and ends up getting invited. Then Bucky and the reader could dance and later after the party find out who the other was. (The reader could be hanging out with the avenger she is friends with at the tower or something) 

For @sebastiianbarnes  - Sorry I got a little carried away and had to split it into two parts. Hope you like it! 

Pics of the dresses are taken from Pinterest and are not mine. \


“This is stupid, I look ridiculous.” Y/N said staring in the mirror in her bedroom.

“Just come out and show us.” Wanda called out from the other side of the door.

Y/N stepped out of the room to face Wanda and Nat.

“Holy shit.” Nat gasped

“I told you I look awful. This dress is insane. The fact that I agreed to go to this party is one thing, but for you guys to conveniently leave out that is a masquerade ball is making me rethink all of this.” Y/N said with her hands on her hips.

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SuperCorp family Sunday

Sunday. Sunday was a rare day both women had off. Kara had no Catco work and J’onn said he’d take today so Kara could have a well deserved day off. Something she is ever so grateful of. Turning Kara smiles at her wife laying with her hair fanning out around her face making her look like a angel. Smiling Kara slowly kissing her wife’s cheek then lips, smiling when blue eyes met hers “Morning beautiful” she whispers pecking Lena on the lips. Smiling Lena wraps Kara in her arms pulling her closer if that is possible “Hmm waking up to you sure is a good morning, I missed you last night, you didn’t come home till late, I had to put Astra and Kyle to bed alone telling them stories of their superhero moma” she smiles tucking Kara’s hair behind her ear “Are you okay?” she says checking Kara’s face knowing she doesn’t need to but it melts Kara’s heart that she checks anyway “I’m perfect baby, we got the guy after a while. Sorry for missing bed time and thankyou for leaving out dinner for me…well two dinners” Kara says giggling.

“Do you hear that?” Lena says “Hear what?” Kara says using her powers to check “Nothing, its past 7am and nothing, don’t get me wrong I love out little superhero’s but I love time with my Supergirl” she says kissing Kara’s neck making her giggle “Don’t speak too soon” Kara whispers closing her eyes at the feeling of her wife kissing her neck. Lena leans up kissing Kara’s lips and leans their foreheads together, they both close their eyes letting the feeling of being together blanket over them when suddenly their bedroom door slams open and their stood in a pink and purple supergirl pyjama set is a chubby faced girl with bright blue eyes and blonde locks cascading down to her shoulders, holding a little dark haired boy with the same striking blue eyes and a blue supergirl onsie. “And they are up” Kara says rolling out of her wife’s arms.

“Morning my little superhero’s come give moma a hug i missed you last night” Immediately the blonde haired girl carried herself and her baby brother in her arms carefully over to their blonde mother. “MOMA I MISSED YOU” Astra shouts as Lena takes Kyle out her arms and Kara picks her up onto the bed “Moma missed you too honey, and you too my little boy” she smiles kissing both their heads.
Astra is 5 years old and is a spitting image of Kara just more baby faced, she has the kindest heart and wants to be friends with everyone which sometimes causes problems for the two women. Their little boy Kyle is two years old he was carried by Lena but thanks to the DEO they were able to incorporate some of Kara’s genes so biologically both children are theirs, Kyle has Lena’s dark hair but Kara’s bright eyes. And honestly Kara believes that her children are the most beautiful she has ever laid eyes upon. 

The family of four laid on the bed until 9am when Kara’s stomach and their children’s stomach growled “Breakfast time it is” Lena smiles “Astra why don’t you take Kyle and go watch some TV while me and Moma get ready” Astra nods “Okay Mommy, come one Kyle lets go” she says taking her brother into her arms. 
Once they leave Kara raises an eyebrow “Supergirl, really?!” Lena just laughs “They missed their Moma I wasn’t going to say no, anyway not that I’m not thankful but weren’t you supposed to work today?” she asks and Kara nods “I was but J’onn covered for me, I was told to leave” before she could finish Lena interrupts “What why you said you were okay?” she says eyes becoming worried “And I am honey, but I wanted to tell you something” Lena nods telling her to go on “I’m pregnant, it worked baby! we’re having another baby!” tears welled up in both women’s eyes as they kissed. Before they could do anything Astra shouts “MOMA, MOMMY BREAKFAST!” laughing they both start getting up “We’ll celebrate this later.” Lena says kissing her wife.

The family of four was about to become five.


Crinklebottom had been passed down in my family for the past couple of generations; a nighttime companion to help ward off bad dreams and those pesky monsters who live under the bed. In his first incarnation, he was a stuffed brown bear with button eyes that my great grandmother sewed for my grandfather when he was a boy. When my mother was old enough to be afraid of the dark, Grandpa gave her a sock monkey with a bright red fez to sleep with. When it was my turn to inherit my own Crinklebottom, Mom tucked me in with a small blue bunny.

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Imagine Request- Night Show

Anon: can you do one where y/n is gigi’s friend and she doesn’t know kendall so gigi introduces them at a party and they get on very well and flirt and kendall ask y/n on a date?

Originally posted by perfectionisaddictive

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Sing me to sleep by Alive~
Via Flickr:
Hello, dear Flickr friends! ♥ Long time no see. I don’t know what happened. I have had a really great summer with my dolls, but I just haven’t had any motivation to post pictures of them here. I’m so sorry for that, really! ;__; Some of you may already know that I’m much more active on Instagram (my account is @annika_alive), and you can find all my latest doll pictures there. ^__^’ I have really missed all of you here. I can’t even describe how lovely it is to look at all your beautiful pictures after a little break! I hope you have had a great summer and that you did all the things you find relaxing and enjoyable <3 I’m going to be a bit more active in the future, I promise! ^_^ *hugs*

Accept Who You Are

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader


(warning: sexual tendencies at the end)

“Do you really think I’d want a girl creating havoc on my island?” Pan argues, “I tried bringing you back, (Y/N).” He steps forward, lowering his voice, “But every time I drop you off in the middle of who knows where, the Shadow has to find you and bring you back!” His voice echoes as we stand close to the edge of the cliff.

It’s true, every time I’m dropped off in the middle of cities in the dark skies, the shadow appears as soon as Pan leaves.

I step forward, “Then why do you always blame this on me! I never wanted to come here, I could’ve made it on my own out there!” My voice shaking in anger, I scoff, “I’m so tired of all of the unnecessary chores you made me do. Wash all of the lost boys’ clothes? I’m no ones mother.”

Pan steps forward, “How dare you talk to me in the way you just did.”

With the growl in his voice intensely scaring me, I back up, not knowing where I’m going. As the noises of the Neverland creatures sounding in the night covering the silence, Pan continues to step forward with his loathful eyes piercing into mine as I reach the edge of the cliff. I look behind me, only to see my heels hanging over the edge and large waves crashing into the wall 50 feet below me.

I look back up at Pan, who’s half a foot away from me as I say, “I-I’m going to jump.”

“Do it.”

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The Miraculous Properties of Food

Summary: AU in which Ladybug and Chat Noir save the citizens of Paris by running a secret restaurant that you can only find when you’re in a bad mood. Or: AU in which Chat Noir must be reminded that the kitchen is for cooking food and not for…anything else.
Pairing: Aged-Up Ladynoir/Love Square

A/N: Here, have a 860-word thing that I couldn’t shake off.

For @miraculousturtle​, @thelastpilot​, @panda013​, @magical-awesome-kid​, and @zenwisterias (yes, the whole bunch of you) because their fics and posts have altered my mood from crappy to happy for more times than I can count.

Truth be told, the black butterflies were a little ominous. Aurore wondered why she had never seen them before. Maybe she just never actually looked. They were right there in plain sight, etched on textured brick or painted on already graffitied walls. They were scattered all over Paris at seemingly random spots, angled at seemingly random ways. No one would take too much notice unless they were in need.

Aurore took notice, this time, because she was in need.

Because her heart felt as black as those little butterflies.

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“Missed You”

Pairing: Luke & Y/N

Words: 2000+

Warning: This is smut, read with caution. 


Just a little cute Soccer!Luke smut that i wrote because i felt like i haven’t written anything in a while lmao, hope you like it xxx

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