i need this show back asap

okay have we ever considered what would happen once ronan grew his dark curly hair back?? 

{be warned: long rambly hc ahead.}

Adam once casually mentioned that he liked Ronan’s hair. Gansey’s showed him pictures of what Ronan used to look like before he’d shaved his head and he’d commented that he’d barely been able to recognize him, but in like a good way. 

  • So Ronan decides he’s going to allow his hair to grow out again while Adam’s still off at college. 

  • They make time for each other while maneuvering around Adam’s schooling of course, some weekends Ronan will drive up to Adam’s campus or Adam will take a few days off to return to Henrietta to meet Ronan, Opal and the rest of the group. 
  • Gansey’s stunned and silently relieved, feeling like a proud father. He’d never thought he’d encounter the old Ronan again, and this was better than the old Ronan, this was a new and improved Ronan, who’d wrestled tragedy after tragedy and stood triumphant in the wake of each one, not letting it get the best of him. Blue marks it as an improvement and proceeds to nickname him Rapenzul, “Shut the fuck up, Maggot.” “Are you going to let down your hair, princess?” Noah likes to pet his hair just the way he likes to pet Blue’s hair. “So soft,” he’ll say. Ronan only lets him because it’s Noah, although he may or may not threaten to throw him out of more windows. (Yes, I don’t care what happened in TRK, Noah is undead and well, let this boy live okay!!!) 
  • When Adam first sees Ronan with his hair all grown back he actually physically falters bc goddamn does this boy have any idea how crushingly good he looks? ?? 
  • “You… You’re…” Adam doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to muster a cohesive sentence ever again. Adam was used to the Ronan who was all sharpened edges and split knuckles, but the curving ringlets that curled around his ears now and fell over his forehead in drunken midnight tufts made him appear softer, warmer, kinder. It was like seeing the before-image of a burnt photograph. It was like a fairytale filter version of him. Adam can’t help but see an uncanny resemblance between Ronan and those effortlessly handsome young war hero portraits. 
  • “Stop staring, Shithead. It’s a fucking wig.” Ronan says, because that starstruck look in Adam’s eyes is doing things to him. 
  • Adam is suddenly overcome with the sweeping urge to run his hands through it. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate running his hands over Ronan’s buzzed head or the Ronan that he’d known before. He’d loved Ronan just like he loved Gansey, Blue and Noah even back when he carried himself like a vicious python, all spitfires and bloodied lips, even when he was getting drunk every single night and trying to fight the moon. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there’d been something ethereally enticing about him even when he was this self-destructive drag racer that Adam had been so afraid to fall and cut himself on. 
  • But the Ronan Lynch that Adam fell in love with was another boy completely. He was the dreamer who dreamed up EpiPens for his friend and hand cream for Adam’s chapped hands and performed secret handshakes with his little brother and wanted to spend the rest of his life at his family farm and who pressed his lips ever-so-gently to each one of Adam’s fingers like they were dandelion stems. 
  • All his life, Adam had felt broken and delicate, but for the first time, he felt glad for his nimble fingers, his turbulent history, to be Adam Parrish, the chipped teacup boy, because Ronan made him feel loved and wanted and appreciated, because Ronan felt everything so strongly, and there were still nights Adam was filled with gratitude for being the brunt of Ronan’s desire. 
  • So they make the drive up to the Barns in silence, Ronan asks him about how college’s been and Adam tells him all about the university Ronan wouldn’t be caught dead in and catches that proud glint in his eyes when he admits he recently got offered a TA position. “So now you’re nerding your way up to the nerdom throne. Good for you, Parrish.” They talk about Gansey, Blue and Henry’s trip to Venezuela and how Opal’s been helping Ronan build his dream ramp and chewing on all the curtains. The minute they step out of the car and into the house however, Adam can’t help himself anymore, he pins Ronan against a wall and regales him with firm, heated kisses before dipping his hands into Ronan’s hair. It’s even softer than he’d imagined, and he’d been tugging distractedly at his lip and staring out the window the entire ride, imagining a lot. 
  • Ronan’s overwhelmed but they’ve been apart for weeks and feeling the hot, reassuring weight of Adam’s lips and hips against his again, and with his long, pianist’s fingers gruffly tugging at Ronan’s hair, his thoughts upend and bottom out and all he can think is let’s never fucking stop kissing. yeah. let’s kiss until we fucking die.
  • Later when they’re laying down in bed, Adam loops his fingers in Ronan’s hair again, raking through it delightedly, and Ronan lets out a quiet sigh. 
  • “It feels weird,” Ronan then admits. “I’m not that person anymore.” Adam wanted to tell Ronan that no, he wasn’t that person anymore, but he was more whole than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to fool people into thinking he was this awful, intimidating presence anymore. He wanted to tell him that it would be okay if he just let the world see him for what he really was. That he wasn’t the wolf in the henhouse, but neither of them were ever very good at words, so he just pushes a little bit of his hair back and presses a kiss to Ronan’s temple instead. “Well, I like the person you are now.”
  • “Do you think it kills my badass edge?” 
  • “What badass edge?”
  • Ronan presses a hand into Adam’s chest and playfully shoves him backwards at that, before helping him out of his t-shirt and biting into his shoulder.
  • Ronan’s thinking he might never shave his head ever again.
The Nutcracker - Michael Clifford

Originally posted by angelofficals

I really need to get back on track with this. Like ASAP. It’s really bugging me.

There’s one thing Michael would never admit about the holidays. And that was that he loved the Nutcracker. He despised everything about ballet from the stupid slippers to the fluffy tutu’s that were, in his mind, just a waste of fabric…yet, somehow, that boy was infatuated with one of the most classical parts of Christmas. And somehow, this boy ended up at the show every year. He had been going since he was younger, his best friend’s mom taking the two to see the ballerinas since it was her favorite thing in the world, her dream one day to be the lead in the show. It was his Christmas tradition whether he wanted to admit it or not.

When they were twelve, y/n had come running through the fence in their yard, envelope in hand with the casting roster to the show for one of the major production companies in their province, y/n getting a role as a sugar plum fairy, her entire being jumping with joy at the fact she was going to be on the big stage, even just as a sugar plum fairy because, “you can’t get better if you don’t take the roles you’re given.”

This happened for the next year and next year until she was eighteen where she was offered a full time position in the company performing in shows year round, gaining leads in swan lake, Giselle, and Sleeping Beauty, yet still not gaining the one roll she had been striving for since she had started as a dancer, her hope dwindling down with each passing year.

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Happy Bellarke Fam Selfie Night. I have a special guest to watch the show with tonight! This is Pepper and this is the best pic I could get of her because she won’t sit still and I love her and I don’t think I’m going to give her back. 

Thanks for the tags @arkadiabellarke @adamantinesky @youovercomeit & @clarkegryphus

This is an open tag to all the Bellarke Fam, show me your pretty faces! I would tag people but this is a quick post b/c this little girl needs a walk asap!!! 

Imagine not being able to attend a panel because you are pregnant and Jensen, your husband, facetiming you during it.

“Hello everybody!” you smiled warmly at your husband and the crowd you saw as he slightly turned the phone.

You heard cheers and saw people greet you, even if the image didn’t have such a good quality. Many said ‘hi’ and waved their hands.

“Wow I’m so sad that I am missing out on this! Did any of you guys dance or something?” you asked with a smile and your husband chuckled.

“Misha and I did.” Jensen said with a grin.

“Damn! I need a video of that asap!” you laughed, leaning back to your chair.

“Don’t worry I could also give you a private show.” he winked at you through the camera and the entire crowd along with you erupted into a feat of laughter.

“Oh damn!” he groaned, though he still had a grin on his face “I forgot the mic was so close.” he laughed and you giggled.

“Well one thing is for sure- the last time I got a private show from you Ackles, this is where we are 7 months later!” you said, moving slightly to show your grown belly, one hand placed softly over it.

“And mind you-” you spoke up again “There is one more upstairs sleeping.” you chuckled.

“Oh how is my little warrior in there!” his entire face brightened up, even more than it was possible, at the sight of your belly.

“Won’t stop kicking.” you breathed out a laugh “Missing his papa very much”

“I miss him too. You as well.” he smiled fondly at you and the entire crowed awed at the two of you.

Do you ever watch too many horror movies or ghost hunting shows and get the feeling that there’s a ghost hanging out around your house? Because that’s me right now. I just got back to my apartment in New York after being gone for weeks due to filming and other events, and I’m pretty sure a ghost moved in while I was away. Things just seem to keep disappearing and getting moved around. I’m Ansel, and I feel like either I’m losing my mind, or I need to contact Ghost Hunters asap.

  • Me: *calls up marvel* Hey, favor.
  • Marvel: what--?
  • Me: So I'm going to need you to get on a few things ASAP: One, Steve Rogers. Bi af. Make it happen.
  • Me: Two, give Black Widow her own movie. C'mon, do I need to list all the 192947392+ reasons why that needs to happen?
  • Me: More Sebastian Stan speaking Russian. Or, better yet, more Sebastian Stan.
  • Me: oh! Almost forgot... fix that whole 'Pietro is dead' misunderstanding. Kinda getting on my nerves.
  • Me: Nat and Bruce is nice and all but let's just get back to smashing things and showing everyone that Black Widow can be an independent woman who doesn't need a love interest.
  • Marvel: ...
  • Me: Glad we're on the same page. *hears Hayley Atwell screaming in the distance*

anonymous asked:

Jett Black... he is Bitty omg. You need to google Jett Black asap

Jett Black is actually my porn HC for Kent! He’s just too …. arrogant, I guess, to pass as Bitty for me. But as Kent, he’s the perfect level of sexy, sassy, and all-around arrogant show off.

In my opinion, anyway.

Watching Apéritif really reminds me of how different the show became in its later seasons and how much I adore everything about it

  • Will trembles so much (he needs to be cuddled asap)
  • Jack is like an overprotective mentor who probably refers to Will as ‘his baby’ in his head
  • On his airplane trip back home, Will probably bought the middle seat so he wouldn’t have to sit next to anyone
  • Will’s little ‘hello’ to stray!Winston made me cry
  • His ‘that’s right’ after correcting one of his dog’s misbehaviors and the dog listening to him was pure alpha male and I can’t stop imagining him saying that to Hannibal and Hannibal swooning
  • Will creeping out Team Science–CLASSIC
  • This show is so pretty gawd
  • Beverly not taking any of Zeller’s shit
  • Zeller not knowing how to react to this cute/creepy boy who Daddy Jack invited over 
  • Hannibal dining by himself and smiling not knowing he’s about to have his entire life fucked up by the rudest and more adorable man ever
  • And here is the appearance of my favorite Hannibal suit–the bight blue lovefest of fabric
  • Jack sucking up to Hannibal and Hannibal not buying it is great
  • Love at first sight–Will can’t stop staring and neither can Hannibal and I might be crying don’t look at me
  • Will is so rude to Hannibal and Hannibal is already ‘I want to take you to Paris and ruin you and get rug burn on my knees’
  • Will making a comic book joke–does this mean he’s watched all the MCU movies? does he read the comics? is he #teamsteve or #teamtony???
  • I love you Jimmy Price
  • Will’s hair is A++++
  • Oh yes, the sexy back scene that inspired so so much breast clutching
  • Will don’t be jealous that Uncle Jack found another boy he likes
  • Will naked and showering and imagining a stag leering at him–yes this show is for me
  • Will and Hannibal’s first date, it goes about as well as one could expect with a just-woken-up Will, like goddamn Will be nice jfc he’s your future husband
  • Will being sassy and Hannibal making him laugh is pretty much the best thing ever
  • Also, Will wasn’t wearing his glasses during his breakfast date with Hannibal *flails*
  • ‘What are you smiling at?’ Will says, teasing this strange man just a bit but unable to keep the hostility in check.
  • The woman at the construction site needs her own show, she is done with everything and everyone and she is perfect
  • Hannibal you lazy ass dick, pick those files up
  • Hannibal ‘Im gonna fuck the world up because I can’ Lecter
  • Will covered in blood does things to me and definitely to Hannibal
  • Hannibal take your time helping out, no rush, go get a latte, no worries here *Will has a breakdown and Abigail is running out of blood*
  • I wonder who drove Will home and if they tried to console him/start a conversation with him and did Will proceed to vomit all over their car
  • THE SONG, oh god this is the best song ever and I just want to listen to it for the rest of my life
  • Hannibal sleeping in the most uncomfortable position ever
  • Will looking at Hannibal sleeping in the most uncomfortable position ever, wondering where they all fit in, how he fits in, to this odd little scene

I have no idea how housewives sit around all day and do mostly nothing. I’ve spent the past few days watching almost all of the good Netflix original shows, managed to hack and beat the Kendall and Kylie game, and I even organized my side of the closet - finally. I’m going crazy, and I need to get back to doing something work related ASAP.