i think she wants a cheeseburger


“We’re due at the hospital,” [Pepper] reminded them.

“No,” said Stark. He spoke more forcefully than she would have expected, given his wan appearance and general air of fatigue. “I was just held captive for three months. There are two things that I want. I want an American cheeseburger and I want-”

“A hot blonde?” said Pepper. When he looked at her with a smile, she continued, “You thinking about how well I know you?”

“Actually, I was thinking about how well you knew me. Past tense. The second thing I want is a press conference.”

-Iron Man Movie Novelization | Gif Series

My Kind of Crazy

Graphic courtesy of @atc74

Summary: Jensen uses a song cover to reveal his feelings for his co-actress. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1515
Genre: Fluff. All of the Fluff. 
Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 1K Followers Challenge! Yes, it’s late, my apologies, Taylor! If you’re not already following her, make sure you do that, you won’t regret it! My prompt was the gif at the top of fic, as well as My Kind of Crazy by Brantley Gilbert. Also, this is the first fluffy thing I’ve produced that I’ve been exceptionally proud of in a while so … yeah. Enjoy!

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VIII)

Part VIII – “Please teach me gently how to breathe”

You can find every previous part here.


“Open yer mouth.” I ordered with what I thought might be a commanding voice, holding a spoon in front of her stubbornly closed lips. “This jelly actually looks delicious. Ye need yer strength.”

“Yuck.” Claire showed me her tongue in distaste. “Why don’t you eat it, then? I’ve been eating that yellow blob for the last three weeks!”

“Sometimes it’s red.” I pointed patiently. “I ken ye’re tired of being here, mo nighean donn – I have spent enough time in hospitals to last me a lifetime, I assure ye – but ye’re scrawny as a bird fallen from its nest. They won’t let ye leave unless ye put on some weight.”

“Fine.” She replied in a mordant tone, clutching the spoon away from me. “But I can feed myself – I’ve been shot, not taken back in time to when I was two years old.”

“Then stop acting like a wicked bairn.” I offered her a playful nose scrunch. “How is yer pain?”

“About as good as it was two minutes ago, the last time you asked.” Claire swallowed a spoonful of the hospital’s dessert, grimacing. “Are you sure you haven’t been a nurse in a past life? You seem to like prodding and ordering way too much.”

“I’m sure whatever I was, ye were always the one in charge, lass.” I kissed her forehead – marvelling with the freshness of her skin, after so many days of burning fever. On top of her surgery, from which she was slowly recovering, Claire had developed an infection of her suture – which finally had started to heal properly, after days of intravenous antibiotics. Her usually calm and centred temper had suffered with prolonged seclusion and constant fear of a relapse – and undoubtedly she found my constant attentions profoundly tiresome, if amusing and heartening.

“How is my favourite patient?” Denzel asked, entering the room and greeting us with a warm smile. He looked tired, wearing his crumpled scrubs, his surgical cap slightly hanging from a pocket. “I hear half of the nurses in the department are handing in their notices, unless I discharge you.”

“Hardly.” Claire smiled, neatly folding a corner of her sheet after pushing away the lunch tray. She still looked quite pale, with deep dark smudges under her eyes, but her orbs had regained their usual sharpness and liveliness. “But I’ll let you get away with it if you let me leave this damned place.”

“I’ll have to check your dressings.” Denny squeezed my shoulder in a companion manner, before stepping in to expose her abdomen, still covered with fluffy white bandages. “Your labs are back though – your infection parameters are finally down, so you might be in for some good news.”

After some clicking of his tongue – and a heated debate between the two doctors, from which I only understood about half the strange words – it was settled that Claire was allowed to leave the next day, as long as she accepted to come in every two days to check and redress the wound.

“And you have to build up some body again.” Denzel alerted, ignoring her disarming glances with a professional face. “The infection took almost all of your muscle. You need to eat a bit more if you want to heal nicely.”

“Fine!” She conceded, mocking exasperation. “Get me a cheeseburger, then!”

“Take care, Claire.” Denny winked and brushed her hair with a kind hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Will ye go home, do ye think?” I asked slowly, as she adjusted her pillow to settle in for the afternoon, after Denzel’s departure.

“Where else would I go?” Claire gave me a questioning look, softly squeezing my hand.

“Well,” I started, caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “I was thinking ye could come to my place – just while ye heal.” I added hurriedly, trying not to sound desperate and possessive. “My mind wouldna be at ease if ye were alone in her house, almost empty as it is, with no one to look after ye.”

“If you’re sure.” She raised a brow and smiled. “I can be quite the handful.”

“I am.” I breathed out, trying to control the emotions that seemed to ran so close to the surface, exposed and rampant, after her injury. “Bad things seem to happen when we’re apart. I want ye close to me – I want to care for ye, mo ghraidh.”

“It’s settled, then.” Claire grabbed by hand and pulled me in for a rewarding kiss. “You’ll be my private nurse.”


She had protested, assuring me she was quite capable of climbing up the stairs to my apartment – but I saw the effort everything required of her, even standing or laughing too hard – and carried her in my arms, only letting go when I laid her down on my bed.

After helping her change into some comfortable pyjamas, I contentedly sat by the bedroom window, grading some tests from my students, while she took a nap. Once in a while I stopped, my eyes drifting to her, reassuring myself she dreamt within my reach.

I cooked us a simple dinner – roasted chicken with basil and tomatoes, aromatic and homely – and helped her to lay down again, determined to find a place in the sofa or on the floor, where I could sleep close to her without disturbing her.

“Will you sleep next to me?” She asked softly, her brown curls and hawk eyes almost the only visible thing inside the cocoon of quilts I had made around her. “I’d sleep better with you beside me.”

“Aye.” I replied in a husky voice, easing myself under the covers next to her with gentleness, trying not to disturb her with my movements – the idea of causing her any pain made my stomach churn.

I placed an arm around her, reassuring her of my presence – mindful not to put too much pressure over her or to touch her scar. For a time we laid silent, aware of each other’s presence, discovering the intimacy of a bed shared in darkness.

We had been so once before – but at that time she had been devastated, wrecked like a ship after an unforgiving storm, and I had offered her security, a presence of someone who loved her without any demands. I remembered how I had stayed awake, memorizing her until I could recreate her in my heart - believing I’d never see her again, much less hold her in my arms. I wondered if she too recalled that night, when I had offered her the knowledge of my feelings, in the hope that she could use them to heal – and she had.  

I knew she wasn’t sleeping – I’d spent every day and night for the last weeks watching her sleep, until I knew the cadence of her breathing, the comes and goings of her dreams, like a second nature of my own.

She trashed about a little, fidgeting with bedclothes and adjusting her body on the mattress – always laying on her left side, wishing to avoid the tenderness of her upper right quadrant – slowly searching for the contact of my body behind hers, sheltering her like a cloak, two halves finally falling into place.

I waited for her to speak, painfully aware of the desires of my body, feeling her soft arse wedged between my thighs – yet completely restrained by the will of the woman who ruled me.  

A hand came up in the darkness and she placed it gently on my hip.

“I want you.” Claire whispered, almost sobbing. “I need you, Jamie.”

“Are ye sure?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing her face, tracing her lips to find truth in her words in the absence of sight. “I dinna want to hurt ye. I’d die if I hurt ye, mo nighean donn.”

“You could never hurt me.” She replied softly, caressing the length of my thigh. “I can’t breathe while we’re apart. I must have you – please, Jamie.”

I didn’t try to dissuade her again, even afraid as I was that it was too soon, too hazardous. I knew all too well the hunger that moved her towards me, starved for life when death had come so close, when it seemed that each moment could be the last. We had lost and found each other in the past, time and again – it seemed that while we were one flesh, one body, parting us would be impossible. While we were in each other, life – and death – was an afterthought, a remote threat, to which we were immune while moving as one.

I moved impossibly slowly, wishing to give her enough space to retrocede at any time, baring us of as many clothes as possible. I kissed the back of her neck, delighted in the small shivers of her skin next to mine, the testament of her arousal in her hardened nipples. I caressed her body with a worshiping hand, taking time at each new discovery that made her moan and hiss in pleasure.

When I thought her ready – desperately pressing herself against me while clawing at my hair – I held her thigh with a light hand and raised her, slightly folding my legs, so I could enter her. I rocked calmly with her body nestled against mine, letting her command the pace while I carried all the weight of her movements.

“I love you”. She whispered – moaned - tilting her head to kiss my lips. “Jamie.” I felt the moistness of her cheeks mixed with mine, tears of a joy long forsaken, exploding between us with enough force to leave us gasping, deeply moved.

It didn’t take long – I knew she was still weak, stubborn and lustful as she might have been. When I felt her tire in my arms, my hand came around her hips to delicately touch her in time with our movements, smiling as she cried out my name.

Afterwards, I held her against me, my hand brushing the dressing on her belly to make sure everything was in place – feeling the comforting thump of our hearts beating together, close enough to be inside the same chest.

“I was right.” She murmured on the verge of sleep, surrendering to my keeping once more. “Nothing hurts when you love me.”

The end

…for now - End of Section 1

you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it)

[supercorp; uni au: kara is a barista & lena is exhausted with her honors thesis & also with the cute girl at the coffee shop who doesn’t seem to understand flirting. at all.]


you steal the air out of my lungs (you make me feel it)

you’re 100% sure kara is in when you get to your favorite cafe at 7 am and there’s already carly rae jepson blasting, which, under normal circumstances would be even more exhausting than your life already is this early in the morning but then.

kara smiles this megawatt thing at you when you walk up to the counter, way too bright for this early, but you smile back anyway. it’s a nice cafe, open and airy and in an old loft, with a nice patio with urban garden planters and decent, onsite pastries; they even collaborate with a small bookstore, so the walls are lined with camille paglia and roxanne gay. this should be a clue to kara, you think, as should like most people in the cafe, but it’s an unofficial queer hangout, basically. which isn’t exactly why you frequent it—it’s close to your apartment and their hours are outrageous—but it doesn’t hurt, exactly. kara smiles at you like she’s the sunrise herself, in a big sweater, pushes her glasses up.

‘good morning, lena!’

‘hi, kara,’ you say.

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Person A is pregnant and is craving a load of stuff and person B indulges them

The sound of cupboards being slammed downstairs was what jolted Beca awake at 1am. 

Her first thought was that they were being robbed, and Beca immediately went to grab Chloe’s hand.

But Chloe wasn’t there. 

So Beca made her way tentatively down the stairs and found the heavily pregnant Chloe in the kitchen, standing in front of an open cupboard, scowling at the inside.


“Why don’t we have any Kraft mac and cheese?” Chloe asked, not even turning to look at her.

“Because when I had it last week you said it made you feel sick,” Beca said.

Chloe let out a huff of frustration. “That didn’t mean you had to throw it all out.”

“You want me to go and get you some?” Beca asked, already resigned to the fact that she would have to drive to Walmart at 1am.

Chloe’s mood swings and food cravings had been… extreme lately. 

Beca had found her one morning sobbing next to an empty bag of Doritos. When she’d finally gotten her to calm down enough to explain what was wrong, she told her that she’d eaten them all and now there was none left.

Another afternoon Beca had been sent out to McDonalds to buy two cheese burgers but without the burger.

“So you just want a cheese sandwich?” Beca asked, already cringing at the thought of having to ask for this.

“No,” Chloe had replied. “I want a cheeseburger but without the burger.”

And now, at 1am, Beca found herself pulling on her shoes and searching for her car keys.

“I told you I can wait,” Chloe said, feeling guilty as Beca zipped her coat up over her pyjama top.

“It’s fine, baby. If you want mac and cheese, then mac and cheese is what you shall have,” Beca said, kissing Chloe and then her stomach. “Do you want anything else?”

Chloe thought for a second. “Ice cream,” she said. “Vanilla. And pickles.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “If you think of anything else, text me.”

She climbed into her car and drove the 15 minute drive to Walmart.

She grabbed the three things Chloe had asked for, and added a box of donuts because hey, she needed a treat too.

The cashier looked at her purchases and then at her watch.

“My wife is pregnant,” was all Beca needed to say.

The cashier chuckled and Beca paid.

When she got back Chloe was, of course, fast asleep on the sofa.

Beca put the ice cream in the freezer and started making the mac and cheese. Asleep or not, Chloe would be pissed if she woke up and there wasn’t mac and cheese waiting for her.

Eventually Chloe came into the kitchen and sat up at the counter. 

“Can I have the ice cream?” She asked, stifling a yawn.

“Sure,” Beca said, retrieving it from the freezer and handing it over with a spoon.

“And the pickles.”

“Chloe… Please tell me you aren’t going to-“

“I didn’t ask for judgment, Beca. I asked for pickles,” Chloe said.

Beca sighed and handed her the jar of pickles. She watched in horror as Chloe dipped the pickle in the ice cream and ate it.

“Remind me not to eat that ice cream later,” Beca said, turning back to the mac and cheese.

“Please, as if I’d let you eat my ice cream. Is it ready yet?”

“Just about,” Beca said, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. She dished it up and put the bowl and a fork in front of her. “There you go.”

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Chloe said to her food, taking a bite.

Beca shook her head and laughed. She kissed Chloe on the top of the head and started washing up the pan.

“I love you too, by the way,” Chloe said. “More than I love food.”

“I love you too,” Beca replied. “Even if you do eat pickles and ice cream.”

supergirl sentence meme: episode 4-6

  • you’re safe here. 
  • saving the world means everybody. 
  • you promised me that you were gonna be here. 
  • i’m just- i’m freaking out. 
  • she was mad at me for you not dating enough. 
  • chocolate pecan pie is the best dessert in the galaxy. 
  • you always looked great in blue. 
  • i mean, she does kind of give off a sapphic vibe.
  • we can watch orphan bIack after. 
  • you’re always warning me about something. that’s our dynamic. 
  • if i could legally adopt her, i would. 
  • people don’t want your brand of negativity anymore. they want optimism, hope, positivity. 
  • if the weather’s getting you down, don’t worry. it never lasts. 
  • she has always come down hard on me for not protecting you. 
  • i truly hate hospitals. 
  • how much longer until it’s appropriate for us to leave? 
  • you and i both know that you’re tougher than a bolt of lightning. 
  • i don’t understand how you could allow this. 
  • she’s going to do things that you don’t like. 
  • you know better. you should have stopped her. 
  • the stars aren’t going anywhere. 
  • you lied to me for years.
  •  she risks her life to protect other people, and she’s a hero. and yet, i do the same, and i’m in trouble? 
  • you were always so much harder on her than me. 
  • and you and i– we’re gonna have words. 
  • i’ve transcended. do you really care how or why? 
  • i didn’t get where i am by running and hiding from a fight. 
  • sounds like you’ve got your hands full here. 
  • you’re useless. 
  • everything i am, everything i have, is because of her constant pushing. 
  • you always make the hard choice. you look to help others before yourself. 
  • i wanted you to be better than me. 
  • i can draw her out, but then we’ll have to work together. 
  • cool, it’s like ghostbusters. 
  • i really wanted one of you to watch the other one die. 
  • congratulations, you have the wit of a youtube comment.
  • i wonder if i have enough power to stop your heart. 
  • the world is full of so much noise and snark - much of it, we generate. 
  • there’s a lot i don’t know about you. and that should probably change. 
  • who cares what that guy says? 
  • she’s taking on way too much, way too fast. 
  • people who click don’t spy on each other! 
  • if someone’s targeting one of my assets, i want to know who it is. 
  • please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job. 
  • i didn’t know that she could smile if it wasn’t based on cruelty to others. 
  • i didn’t tell you about it because i knew you would have this reaction. 
  • get me a salad for lunch. i don’t care what kind as long as it has a cheeseburger on top. 
  • she is living down to my expectations by prioritising her career over my own. 
  • you know how sometimes people just want to help other people? 
  • so, you think that if you do me this favour, i will owe you something. 
  • that sounds like a woman who knows what she wants. 
  • okay. that is cool. 
  • she’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she smells nice– hell. even i want to date her. 
  • well, was she out saving the world? 
  • my mom says it’s okay to be a nerd. she says if you can face your fears and come out of your shell, then nerds can win in the end. 
  • i prefer not to rely on the government to solve my problems. 
  • i’m trying to change the world. so anyone invested in maintaining the status quo would be interested in targeting me. 
  • and here, i thought we had something special. 
  • i believe there’s no higher calling than helping others. 
  • the world needs a new kind of hero. 
  • i’ve never met anyone worth trusting. 
  • that is a very lonely way to live. 
  • you are staying home. 
  • i don’t know what i would do without you. 
  • you do not seem like the kind of person who gets frazzled.
  • just because i look a certain way on the outside, everyone assumes it matches the way i feel on the inside. 
  • i don’t put much faith in the government’s idea of protection. 
  • what happened to you was a tragedy. i’m trying to prevent another one. 
  • be honest, your heart was never really in it. 
  • i’m starting to think you have a thing for me.
  • i want to help you. i understand what it’s like to be overwhelmed, but you are not alone. i can help you. 
  • please, do not kill all of those people. 
  • we had an epic nerf gun battle. 
  • you have just stumbled upon the most annoying question of the century and you are so young that you do not even realise it. 
  • far too many women burn out trying to do too much before they’re ready. 
  • you can have it all, just not at once and not right away. and not with that hair. use conditioner, for god’s sake. 
  • in the end, you can’t control people. 
  • easy peasy fresh and squeezy. 
  • i suspect that whoever is responsible for these attacks might be curious about you.
  • the fun is just beginning.
  • you cut me off, dude! 
  • watch where you’re going next time! 
  • you cannot lose control like that! 
  • those idiots nearly killed people, and you’re getting mad at me
  • that’s the thing. i am not mad, i am controlling my anger. i suggest you get into the habit. 
  • i’m just glad these two men were only in the hospital, and not in the morgue.
  • call me old-fashioned, but i still prefer male doctors. 
  • i need to find out what really happened to him. you’re the only one who can help us. 
  • we have an executive order forcing you to comply. 
  • game night is the last shred of normalcy that remains in our lives. 
  • maybe the roar of the ocean will drown out the sound of her voice. or maybe it will just drown her. or me. 
  • don’t you think you’ve made enough of a fool of yourself over him for one day?
  • everyone’s noticed how you throw yourself at him. 
  • you should try being a little bit more professional. 
  • it helps when you really know your partner. 
  • it’s like when you see a movie star in person and you’re like ‘is that it?' 
  • i don’t say this often, but i am craving a good fight right now.
  • i’ve invested too much time and effort into this. 
  • i’ve been screaming your name over and over for the past minute and a half. ninety seconds, i have been boiling alive in my office. ninety seconds, each of which, if amortised to reflect my earnings, is worth more than your yearly salary. 
  • don’t talk to me like that! please! i work so hard for you! i don’t ask questions, i don’t complain, and all you do is yell at me and tell me i’m not good enough! and it’s mean! why are you so mean?! 
  • i didn’t mean that. i don’t know what happened. i just snapped. 
  • chop chop.
  • hope no one’s trying to kill me this time. 
  • i’m not the bad guy. 
  • it’s gone rogue, and i need your help to find it. 
  • if you want to prove to me that you’re not the bad guy, then help me find the real one. 
  • 'never trust a man who doesn’t drink, because he’s probably a self-righteous sort– a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time.' 
  • play nice. 
  • you’re not good enough for her. 
  • you ally yourself with people you think are special. but that doesn’t make you special. and i think you know that. 
  • here’s the thing: everybody gets angry. there is no pill that will eradicate this particular emotion. i know this because if there were such a pill, i would be popping those babies like pez. 
  • you apologise too much, which is a separate, although not unrelated, problem.
  • whatever you do, you cannot get angry at work. especially when you’re a girl. 
  • he picked up a chair and he threw it out of the window because somebody missed a deadline. and no, he didn’t open the window first. 
  • that would’ve been professional and cultural suicide.
  • the real key is that you need to figure out what’s really bothering you. 
  • you weren’t really mad at me.
  •  you need to find that anger behind the anger. figure out what’s really making you mad.
  • i’m not gonna let you hurt them!
  • you saved my life. 
  • you let that thing get away- i thought you were on our side. 
  • he used your humanity against you. and now more innocent humans could be in danger. 
  • you seem to only help people if it helps you. 
  • i’ve seen what happens to the selfless. 
  • wow! and i thought rocky balboa practicing on dead cows was cool. 
  • girls are taught to smile and keep it inside. 
  • it’s not like black men are encouraged to be angry in public. 
  • say what you’re mad about and then let the fists fly. 
  • i hate how my emotions get the best of me! 
  • i hate that i’m never gonna have a normal life!
  • i’m realising that being myself doesn’t make me feel more normal. and it never will. 
  • think you can keep your cool this time? 
  • i’m not afraid of my anger anymore. i can use it. channel it to work for me, not against me. 
  • you’ll have to kill me.
  • we are on the same team. 
  • i hope that one day, when you realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made, it won’t be too late.
  • you’re my hero. 
  • you don’t get to talk to her that way. 
  • i understand that you have always been threatened by my success and you try and elevate yourself by denigrating me. 
  • be careful, you might cut yourself. 
  • i’m bleeding.
BTS Reacts: Your Different Music Choices

Request: BTS reacts to you listening to American pop such as Lady Gaga, One Direction, Katy Perry, Zayn, Adele, etc.. Please. If you haven’t already done this.

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Seokjin (Jin)

“I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays,
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it),”

You gripped the soup ladle in both hands, singing the words as if your kitchen amenities were your screaming fans as you waited for your eggs to fry. Your legs and elbows flailed uselessly in an attempt at a dance for your audience. With your back to the door, you carried on your performance well into the chorus, somehow managing not to burn the six eggs you forced into one small pan. The second the song quieted to begin the bridge, you heard a loud snort.

The ladle fell from your hands with a loud clang, Seokjin hardly able to keep his laughter from spilling over. “How long have you been there?” Your chest heaved, a shameful blush spreading up your neck and dusting your cheeks.

“Long enough to know I’m a better dancer than you,” Seokjin quickly threw himself into the song, trying to mimic the dance you had come up with. Your blush only deepened. He was right; you looked like a dying squid.

Through the embarrassment lodged deep in your chest, you heard the sound of the eggs popping, and quickly busied yourself with taking them out of the pan and replacing them with 4 more. Seokjin quietly chuckled behind you, lacing his arms around your apron-clad waist. He nuzzled at the back of your reddened ears.

“You’re cute, Jagiya. Don’t worry.” He watched your practiced hands easily crack open the last egg while jostling the pan with the other. Your heart beat loudly in your ears with the last dregs of embarrassment. You knew this wouldn’t be the last of his teasing. “You should put on a show for me with more American pop music. I would love to see more of your dancing.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “Poker Face” - Lady Gaga

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Yoongi (Suga)

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else!” You sang loudly, soapy water overflowing onto the bathroom floor as you made obnoxious hand gestures with your singing. You happily lathered your leg with your body wash and continued your bellowing, only pausing when you slammed a toe into the wall of the tub. “The way that you flip your hair gets-ow!-overwhelmed.”

Goosebumps rose on the back of your neck, the feeling of not being alone spreading like wildfire through your chest as you swore you had heard Yoongi say he wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. You slowly turned your head, and sure enough, an outline of a figure stood in the doorframe, blurred by the white shower curtain. You screamed, instincts kicking in as you tried fruitlessly to cover yourself with your wash cloth and hands.

An all too familiar laugh reached your ears, as you pushed the shower curtain aside to watch in horror as Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a mischievous glint in his cat-like eyes.

Your face burned crimson, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, waiting patiently for an explanation. You sputtered. “Y-you’re home early.”

A light chuckle escaped Yoongi’s lips as he padded across the soaked tile floor and sat on the covered toilet seat, just beside the bathtub. An easy smirk fell on his lips and your bare chest and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“And here I thought you were my biggest fan?”

Lyrics Mentioned: “What Makes You Beautiful” - One Direction

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You busied your hands, nimbly folding shirt after shirt, trying desperately to make a dent in the mountain of clothes piled high on you and Hoseok’s bed. You hummed along to the music station blasting hits from your middle and high school days, completely absorbed in the task at hand.

“You think I’m pretty without any make-up on,
You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong,
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down,”

You grinned, nostalgia crashing into you as the lyrics came back easily, singing along loudly. You wiggled your butt in a makeshift dance as you continued folding away at the pile.

“Before you met me, I was a wreck,
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life,
Now every February you’ll be my valentine, valentine”

You spun around, shirt held out at arms length, mid-dance and screamed. “Hobi! Don’t laugh at me!” You laughed, flustered, and balled up the shirt to throw it at him.

Hoseok’s deep chuckle rang loud in your reddened ears. “You know, you might want to take some dance classes with me.” He beamed at you, kicking the shirt up from the floor and back onto the mountain of clothes. “I thought you didn’t like pop music. I thought you were more into rock or alternative or something.” Hoseok strode towards you, snaking his lean, muscular arms around your waist, strong chest pressed against your back.

Boring holes into the mountain of clothes, and wishing it would just swallow you hole, coral pink dusted your cheeks as you mumbled your half-hearted response. “It’s a guilty pleasure.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “Teenage Dream” - Katy Perry

Originally posted by bangthebae

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

“Climb on board,
We’ll go slow and high tempo,
Light and dark,
Hold me hard and mellow,”

You sang quietly to yourself, sprawled out on the floor of Namjoon’s studio, two text books and a study guide laid out in front of you. The room was silent except for your singing and the low bass that could be heard from his headphones, letting you know he was hard at work on another song. You began scribbling an answer on your paper as you continued mumbling to yourself.

“So we’ll piss off the neighbors,
In the place that feels the tears,
The place to lose your fears,
Yeah, reckless behavior,
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw,”

You paused in your work long enough to notice the bass had silenced, your quiet singing still ringing loud in the air around you. You gazed up towards Namjoon from your spot on the floor.

“How can you sing that while you study? Is it not distracting?” Although his voice was deep, you could hear the smile laced through it. You snorted.

“Unlike you, I don’t think about sex every waking second of the day.”

“How can I help it when you sing songs like that?” Namjoon licked his full lips and smirked down at you. “You should keep singing, babe; it sounds good coming from you.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “Pillow Talk” - Zayn Malik

Originally posted by moonsuns


You bounced in your seat across from Jimin, excitement threatening to eat you alive. You admired the shabby-chic restaurant with too many things hanging on the wall, from licesnce plates to framed and signed posters of visiting artists. “Ooh, Jimin-ah, you should sign a napkin or something so they can hang it up!” You smiled brightly at your boyfriend, still bouncing in place. Jimin chuckled across from you.

Jagi, I don’t think they would hang it up.” His smile faded as he ran back over the menu, brow furrowing in concentration. “Have you decided what you want?”

You nodded enthusiastically before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I’ve been dying for an American cheeseburger ever since we landed.” You glanced around the restaurant once more, singing along to the pop song playing from the jukebox in the corner.

“She got a body like an hour glass, but I can give it to you all the time,

She got a booty like a Cadilac but I can send you into overdrive, oh~”

You sang to yourself as you waited for Jimin to pick from the menu. Your eyes found their way back to him, staring at you, perfect lips slightly parted. “What?” An embarrassed laugh bubbled over as you combed a hand through your hair and glanced at the table.

“I didn’t know you still listened to American pop.” The smile was evident in his voice but you refused to meet his gaze, cheeks burning an angry red. You shrugged your shoulders in a noncommittal response. “It’s cute, (Y/N). I’m glad you still listen to your country’s songs even though you moved overseas with me. Does it make you miss your home here in the states?” Jimin lightly questioned.

You smiled up at him, pin prickles of embarrassment slowly fading from your chest. You nodded. “Yeah, it does sometimes.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “Bang Bang” - Jessie J ft. Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande

Originally posted by glitterskylines

Taehyung (V)

You stared lazily out the window, watching as water raced down the car windshield.You had been at a standstill for 15 minutes with no sign of moving anytime soon. Stifling a yawn, you looked over to Taehyung, contently drumming long fingers on the steering wheel to the song playing from the aux cord.

You blinked a couple times, finally gaining your focus back onto the present, song registering in your ears. You smiled and glanced back at Taehyung, turning up the volume.

“But every song’s like

Gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom,

Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,”

You sang confidently to the lyrics, hips and head swaying as you nudgged Taehyung with your elbow, grinning at him. He donned his boxy smile and moved to the music with you, not really knowing the words but hyping you up, singing the last word of a line after you. You laughed at his antics.

Taehyung pulled out his phone, updating his Snapchat story with you singing your heart out and trying and failing to dance in the confines of the front passanger seat. You watched the 10 second clip, grinning at how ridiculous you looked.

“What else do you have on here, (Y/N)? I want to listen to more American songs with you.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “Royals” - Lorde

Originally posted by nnochu

Jeongguk (Jungkook)

“Alright, (Y/N), you pick this time.” Jeongguk tossed the large ipad into your lap, mic and snapback in one hand, the other running through his dark locks before replacing the cap backwards on his head.

“But you always say I pick boring songs,” you mumbled, scrolling through the list of ballads available. You barely recognized any of them except for the occasional OST. Switching genres, you hoped something would pop out in the American section, biting your lip as you quickly read through the list.

Your eyes landed on a title you knew you would enjoy, immediately selecting the song, and picked up your mic, waiting for the music to start. Jeongguk sat down his empty water bottle, lips slick from downing the rest of its contents, and wiped at them with the back of his hand. “Ready?” he raised both eyebrows with his question.

You smiled and nodded in the dim light of the karaoke room, standing up from your comfy spot on the couch. You watched Jeongguk’s face contort in slight confusion and concentration as the music started flowing from the speakers, eyebrows pinched together as he tried to place the familiar song. You grinned at him, singing the first couple of lines.

“What do you mean? Oh~

When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no,

What do you mean?”

Jeongguk’s face lit up as soon as your voice carried out the second line, his bunny tooth smile peeking out of perfect lips. He began singing with you, a bit hesitant at first using the lyrics on screen but as the song wore on, they came easily to him as if this used to be one of his many favorite JB songs, and you only needed to jog his memory a bit.

Jeongguk beamed at you as you assumed your laid out position back on the couch. His nose scrunched up cutely as he teased you. “(Y/N), when did your music taste improve? If I had known you still listened to American music, I would have chosen his songs first.”

Lyrics Mentioned: “What Do You Mean?” - Justin Bieber

CS FF: Every Little Thing

Summary: Trapped in Storybrooke, Emma learns Killian is cursed in Hyperion Heights with a new identity and no memory of her or their daughter.  She decides to send her shadow to visit him, hoping that it will trigger memories of her.  

Rating: G

Note: Thanks for the responses to You Have the Right to Remain Sexy.  This is something that I would love to see on the show in season 7.  I just really need them to find ways of keeping CS connected and Killian sensing Emma.   I hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Every Little Thing: Part 1/1…

Emma stared at their wedding photo, as her thumb swiped across her husband’s face.  

“I miss you,” she whispered, wiping at a tear on her cheek with her other hand.

It had been nearly a month since Killian had been taken from her.  She was trapped in Storybrooke and she now knew Killian, along with the others, were in Hyperion Heights in Seattle.  It took a while and some fancy spells, but she was able to learn they were cursed with new identities and no memory of their former lives.  Killian was a cop named Officer James Rogers.  He had no memory of her or their six year old daughter, Ellie.  

The thought made her heart ache.  But Emma knew that she and Killian were deeply connected.  No matter what happened, no matter how far apart they were, they would always be a part of each other, always sense the other.

Even though he had no memory of her, she needed him to know that she was doing everything in her power to get to him and the rest of their family.  Emma knew she needed to send him a message and hoped that it would trigger memories of her.  She thought back to when Killian was trapped in Neverland and had sent his shadow to deliver the Black Fairy’s wand to her.   And that’s when she decided she would do the same.  

Emma lifted her eyes from the picture frame and stared at her shadow that hovered before her.  It hadn’t been easy removing her shadow and it had been even harder making it so it was only visible to Killian.  It could only remain separate from her body for 24 hours.  

Emma turned the frame over, removed the back, and lifted their wedding picture out.  She placed the photo in the hand of her shadow.

“Find Killian,” she said.  “Find my husband.  Help him remember.  Let him know I’m always with him.”

And with that, the shadow flew out of the window.  

Emma stared at her wedding ring and then squeezed her eyes closed.  “I love you,” she whispered.

The first time Rogers saw the shadow he was certain he was dreaming.  He was lying in bed late one night, staring up at the ceiling, but sleep wouldn’t come.  Sleep was a rarity for him.  He would toss and turn all night long.  He could never fully understand why he couldn’t sleep, but he knew something felt like it was missing.  Even stranger, he found himself sleeping on the left side of a queen size bed, staring at the empty side as if it should be occupied.  

He was in hour three of trying to sleep when a black figure swept in through his open window.  It hovered above his bed, looking down at him.  Rogers’ mouth hung open in shock as he stared at it.  He squeezed his eyes closed, sure it was his imagination.  But when he opened them, it was still there.  

“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “It must be a dream.”

But he knew better.  He knew sleep hadn’t yet come.  Rogers’ gaze swept across the slim figure.  Why did it seem so familiar?  

It was then that he noticed it was holding something.  It reached out and Rogers hesitantly lifted his hand, his fingers brushing against those of the shadow.  He felt a spark sweep through his arm as he took the photo from it.  The moonlight shone on the photo, illuminating the smiling faces.  Rogers couldn’t believe his eyes.  It was a wedding photo and he was the groom.   And the bride?  The bride was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.   Blonde with a smile that could light up a room.  

“Who are you?” he whispered.  “What is this?”

Rogers had never been married and had certainly never met the beautiful woman.  He knew he would remember her if he had.  But yet he couldn’t shake this feeling deep inside of him that he knew her.  None of this made any sense.  He shook his head and looked up at the shadow, but it had disappeared.  

He looked back at the photo, positive that in the morning this would be nothing more than a delusion born from sheer exhaustion.

Rogers felt something touch his cheek, as the sun warmed his face.  Slowly, he opened his eyes.  He backed away quickly, nearly falling out of bed when he was met with the sight of the shadow again.  It…she, he decided, had been caressing his cheek as she lay beside him in bed.

“What the devil is going on?” he muttered as he scrambled out of bed and away from the shadow.  

It was then that he saw the photo lying on the floor.  He picked it up and stared at the woman, his thumb running across her face.  He blew out a frustrated breath and then set the photo down on the night table.  Rogers decided that he would simply ignore the shadow and the strange events, and get ready for his day.

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Half a noodle - the teaspoon girl pt 4

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 3453

Have another part – this one is a bit longer than the others. Hopefully part five isn’t too far away (I’m sorry – I’m a slow writer).

Also, thanks for the idea, @mrswhozeewhatsis :D Not quite what you had in mind, perhaps, but…

Please let me know what you think – and remember that I’m not English. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.

From part three:

“Fuckin’ Barbie,” she muttered, but she picked up a few garments anyway. Her old clothes were so dirty she couldn’t wear them anymore – the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Turn around,” she instructed, waving her arms in Sam’s direction. He chuckled, but did as she asked. After pulling her filthy shirt over her head, she retched again and trembled violently. “Ugh, I smell like The Bog of Eternal Stench! Oh my god, what’s this? Seriously, Sam?” She’d picked up a sweater with a white and purple unicorn printed on the front.

“Sorry. As I said, limited choice. Wasn’t exactly a huge store. But the lady behind the counter was certain that ‘my daughter would be delighted’,” he replied, fighting to keep his voice straight.

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Seven Hours in Heaven - Part 3

Awesome graphic of awesome by the awesome @underthenorthstar

The continuing adventures of Gwen Wessex and Ivar Lothbrok, as they try to navigate their burgeoning relationship after being locked in a closet overnight.


Warnings: No smut in this part, Modern AU, Criminal levels of Fluff, Ivar is a recovering asshole with a potty mouth

Rating: For the fic as a whole, Explicit (18+)

P.S. The italics and such I had in the first part didn’t copy over properly. If it at all matters to you, you can read that version on my AO3. *Glares at Google Docs in judgement*

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What Could Have Been

This is a bit of 6x01 rewrite, specifically the Olicity scenes.

I wrote this to try to work out my issues with Olicity in episode 6x01. I know some people enjoyed the show as is, this may not be for them. But I struggled with the interaction between Olicity after they become closer between 5x20-5x23 and they had returned from the island 5 months ago…why are they so uncomfortable and distant? Just my thoughts. This was not written to create a debate, I just wanted to write what I wish I had seen. Also I don’t know who pointed out that they thought Oliver’s new place was in the same building as Felicity’s loft but I agree and included that, so thank you.

No beta, mistakes are mine. Also available on AO3.

Flashback to 5 months ago shortly after the explosions on Lian Yu

Oliver looked over at Slade from where he stood next to Thea’s lifeless body. “Slade, stay with my sister! I radioed a distress call from the boat calling for emergency personnel. I suggested they contact Lyla Michaels for help. I have to go find the others. If they come make sure my sister is on the first plane out.”

Slade nodded stoically and Oliver took off in the direction of the abandoned plane as that was the last location he had for Felicity.

As he got closer he began yelling. “Rene! John! Curtis! FELICITY!!!” Slade had told him Quentin and Dinah were okay and that was a relieved.

All he saw was debris burning, he began to cough due to the smoke. They had to be here. They just had to. “John!!!”

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You Are Beautiful

Title: You Are Beautiful

Pairing: Jughead Jones x River Vixen!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, Body Hate, Cheryl being a bitch.

Summary: Cheryl makes a rude comment about the reader’s weight, Juggie is there to comfort her.

Request(s): Hi! Could you please write an imagine where the reader and jughead are dating and she’s a river vixen and she isn’t the skinniest but she also isn’t plus-sized where Cheryl makes her feel insecure, so jughead reassures her after she keeps insulting herself (she says stuff like “this shows how fat I am” or “I don’t need to eat more I weigh enough as is”) Thanks! 

Can I please get a jughead x reader(they’re dating) with dialogue 32, 38 and 47 where the reader gets insecure after Cheryl insults her weight (she’s not skinny or plus-sized she just is a lil chubby) and it bothers her so she tries to diet and stuff. Jughead confronts her about what’s wrong then comforts her. 

32. “You look awful!” 
38. “Please, don’t leave.” 
47. “Everything has been such a mess lately.”

A/N; As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!

Tag List; @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879

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Of Pups and Alphas - 2

Requested by @screams-setonfire : Can you do a part two to the overprotective of baby mama Derek Hale imagine? The first one was beautiful ?

Prompt: Derek and you get paint for the nursery. Derek scares an employee at a fast food restaurant and the baby kicks for the first time.

Characters: Derek x Pregnant!reader

Word count: ~1700 words

A/N: Second part of the protective daddy!derek series. Part 1

You pulled on your shirt before inspecting yourself in the full-length mirror. Your baby bump was now clearly visible, stretching out your shirt. Turning a bit you inspected you bump from the side – first you were surprised about how big your bump was despite that you only were 3 months along, but Deaton had explained that it was completely normal.

Werewolf pregnancies in general are shorter than human ones and since you were carrying the child of an alpha it wasn’t surprising that your pregnancy was moving along faster as well.

Sighing you ran one hand through your hair and with a last glance in the mirror you left the bedroom.

“Derek!”, you shouted while walking into the kitchen.

Before you could shout for him again Derek came running, crouching down in a fighting stance in front of you.

Puzzled you looked down at him while Derek’s eyes scanned the room.

“What the hell are you doing, Der?”

Derek breathed in deeply before his stance relaxed and he drew himself up to his full height.

“Don’t scream my name like that. I thought you were getting attacked.”

Laughing you patted Derek’s cheek, “You’re really acting like a guard dog since I’m pregnant, Derek.”

Anyone else would have gotten a good punch from Derek for calling him a dog but you only got a weak glare.

“I wanna buy some paint for the nursery,” you said, completely ignoring Derek’s glare.

“I can call Lydia over to watch you while I buy some paint. What color do you want?” Derek asked.

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest, “I said I want to buy the paint and you’re going to take me somewhere where I can do that.”

“Can’t you stay home while I buy the paint?” Derek whined.

Since you got pregnant Derek tried to keep you home as much as possible. Usually, you didn’t mind, it was sweet how worried he was, but you were adamant about buying the paint yourself.

You glared at Derek, letting him know exactly what you thought about his plan. Derek frowned and glared back at you for a few seconds but soon sighed, “Fine.”

You cheered and Derek’s lips twitched up in a smile – he would do anything to see you happy.

Half an hour later you arrived at the store and immediately shuffled towards the paint buckets, Derek hot on your heels.

You looked at the different colors, wondering what would be best for the nursery. Since you didn’t know the gender of your child it was impossible to choose one of the typical colors for girls or boys. On the other hand it was a good thing since you didn’t want your child to grow up forced into some stupid gender role.

Maybe it would be cool to draw something on the walls, like a scene from a fairy tale. The first fairy tale coming to your mind was little red riding hood. You chuckled about the irony of your idea, but hey, it was a cute idea nonetheless.

While you were still thinking about all the colors you would need Derek stood behind you with his arms crossed over his chest, looking the aisle up and down. Every time someone else wanted to walk into the same aisle he shot them a glare, effectively making them turn on their heel.

You tried to grab a paint bucket, but immediately Derek reached over you and took the bucket, his chest pressing against your back.

“You shouldn’t lift heavy things,” Derek grumbled when you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t let me lift anything,” you replied, the amusement clear in your voice.

Derek shrugged, “Is that a problem?”

“Nope, but we still need more paint.”

You started to point at all the colors you wanted and Derek diligently lifted them down.

In the end you had choosen 7 different colors and Derek carried them all to the register at one go. Honestly, you were impressed by how he managed to balance them all.

A few minutes later you sat in the car again, the paint buckets safely stored in the trunk. You spent the drive in comfortable silence, playing with Derek’s fingers.

You drove past a restaurant and immediately decided that you were hungry. Really hungry.


Derek quickly glanced at you, squeezing your hand to let you know that he was listening.

“I’m really hungry,” you stated, rubbing your baby bump to emphasize your statement.

“Yeah? I could cook something for you when we’re back.”

“Nooo, you’re just going to make me some healthy crap,” you groaned.

Derek raised an eyebrow, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, “It’s good for the pup.”

“Your pup wants curly fries, a milkshake, salad and burgers.”

Derek was silent, staring straight at the road.


You saw his jaw clench and knew you had won.

“Fine, let’s stop somewhere, but tomorrow I’m cooking again,” Derek relented.

10 minutes later you were skipping into a fast food restaurant, mentally making a list of all the things you were going to get.

You stopped in front of the counter, Derek planting himself behind you, one of his hands softly resting on your bump.

A young employee, maybe around 17 years old, sent you a tired look.

“What can I get for you?” he drawled out his words, but you were focused on starting at the pictures of food behind him.

“Mhhm… I want a vanilla, a strawberry and a chocolate milkshake. 3 large orders of curly fries, a salad and 5 cheeseburgers,” you tilted your head to look at Derek, “do you want anything, Der?”

Derek shook his head and you turned back to the young employee, “Okay, that’s it… oh, can you put mustard on the cheeseburgers and no ketchup?”

The employee groaned, “You sure you want to order so much? And no mustard, we only put ketchup on cheeseburgers.”

You shoulders fell and you immediately teared up. Damn pregnancy hormones, but you really wanted mustard and you could order whatever you want! Stupid boy!

Derek pulled you closer, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You wanted to calm him down, but Derek had already stepped in front of you, slamming his hands down on the counter.

The employee’s eyes widened almost comically when Derek leaned over the counter, his muscular arms clearly visible thanks to the black t-shirt he was wearing.

Derek’s voice was rough, a bit of his alpha voice slipping through and you were sure his eyes had flashed red by now.

“Listen, kid. You’re getting my girl her order and she is getting her cheeseburgers with mustard, are we clear? I don’t want to hurt a kid, but I’m going to if you push my patience any further.”

Not even five minutes later you held your order in your arms and made your way out of the restaurant. Derek held the car door open for you and you smiled up at him gratefully.

“Thanks Derek, but the poor kid almost pissed his pants and what did we say about growling at people?”

“I know, but you know how I get. My wolf freaks out when he thinks you or the pup are in any kind of danger and I could literally smell your tears.”

Pouting you got into the car. Derek placed one hand on the car door and leaned down with a smirk, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“It was fun and the kid deserved it,” with that words he closed the door.

Still smirking Derek slid into the driver’s seat. You decided not to say more. Scaring that boy seemed to make Derek happy and long as you had your food you were content.

Once you reached the loft Derek led you upstairs and you started to spread out your food next to you on the couch while Derek left to get the paint.

You were just unwrapping your first burger when you felt a sudden pressure against your bump. Surprised you placed your free hand on the bump. You almost wanted to pull your hand back when you felt it again. That was your baby. Kicking. Your baby was kicking!

“Derek!” You screamed loudly, “Derek! Hurry!”

You heard something clank to the ground – hopefully the paint buckets and not Derek.

Only seconds later Derek burst into the loft, his canines extended. You gave him an incredulous look when he panned his gaze around the room.

You felt the baby kick again and you let out a surprised noise. Derek rushed towards you and kneeled down in front of the couch, his hands awkwardly hovering over your body.

“W-What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong, baby. Should I get Deaton? (f/n)?”

“Shut up, Derek.” You grabbed one of Derek’s hands and placed it on your belly. As if the baby knew what you wanted you felt another kick, even stronger than the ones before.

Derek jumped back a bit, but immediately placed his hand back down, a look of wonder on his face.

“Our pup is kicking…” Derek mumbled, more to himself than to you.

He gently pushed your shirt up and placed his hand on your bare skin. You giggled when you felt another kick and Derek look up at you with a boyish grin. You had never seen Derek look so happy, so carefree.

Derek pulled you down and nuzzled his head in your neck, inhaling your scent.

“He’s just as strong as his daddy,” he mumbled against your skin.

“I think it’s a girl and she’s going to be just as strong as her mommy,” you said and ran a hand through Derek’s hair, “I told you our baby wants burgers and curly fries.”

You could feel Derek smile against your neck, “I’m still cooking something healthy tomorrow, (f/n). And we have to buy new paint, I dropped all of it.

anonymous asked:

What are the girls' diets/workout routines?


Gigi’s Core-Focused Workout:
1. Warm up the core with 10 minutes of boxing.
2. Perform three sets of 40 crunches each.
3. Raise your heart rate with 10 minutes of boxing.
4. Perform three sets of 40 bicycle crunches each, kicking each leg out once per bicycle.
5. Box for another 10 minutes.
6. Take a plank pose to hit the transverse abdominals, holding for about 60 seconds, or as long as you can maintain good form (abs tight, no sway in the back, and the neck in a neutral position).
7. Super-set straight into leg raises to hit the lower abdominals, performing four sets of 25 leg raises each.


Gigi said: “It’s really important to get tested for your allergies and know what’s inflammatory for your body, what you shouldn’t be eating. I think all of those things are really important, more than following one person’s fitness and diet routine.”
  • Breakfast: She wakes up at 7 in the morning and she has a cup of coffee or a simple breakfast of bacon, toast and scrambled eggs.
  • Lunch: Gigi has her lunch at noon and usually visits JG Melon to have an arugula salad.
  • Dinner: She eats sushi with her friends. If she is having a night in, she likes cooking and watches some TV show or a movie. Her day usually ends by watching Girls or Prison Break and sleeps by 11.30 PM.


“I’m not really a big “working out” person, but I definitely like to do cardio when I do. I guess I run sometimes, drink green juices once a week.”

She also likes to run (with or without a treadmill), do yoga, Pilates and walk around New York. She gets very self-conscious in front of a fitness trainer, so she tries to work out on her own. Her exercise regime is not set. Bella exercises whenever she gets some time. She tries hard to do cardio exercises for at least 15 minutes every day. She is also a fan of horse riding and has been doing it since she was just two years old.

In an interview with British Vogue, she talks about the difficulties of working out when you’re travelling a lot:
It’s hard with my schedule – every time I go somewhere I’m like “can you send me a pair of Nikes? I forgot my shoes!” I always forget something. But even this morning I went and swam in the pool, just to keep moving. When I’m home I like to train harder than usual. I haven’t really worked out a lot since the last VS show. My trainer always calls once he knows I’m in town. Like “I know you’re back, where are you?” And I’m like “sleeping?!”. But when I have the time and energy I’ll go. I love doing abs and ass, and getting my blood pumping. Running around keeps most of my body in check but I eat really badly when I’m travelling because I can’t help myself. It’s my comfort.

In a W Magazine interview promoting her Nike Cortez campaign:
‘As for her own workout routine—look at the multitude of crop-tops in the campaign, as there is definitely a routine—Hadid shared her go-to moves earlier this year. “I actually enjoy working out now with my trainer,” she said. “My sister loves boxing and will do a whole thing of boxing, but I prefer intervals, so like five minutes of boxing and then go do ass and abs. I really like doing fun workouts, like the thing where you slide or get to pull a rope. I do not like burpees.”’

Bella talks to ‘E! Live from the Red Carpet’ at her Nike Cortez campaign launch about her work out routine.

Before VSFS: “I’ve been eating hard protein every day, and working out for three hours every day. It’s crazy but I think that you know if you set your mind to something I think you can succeed.”

On her dietary guilty pleasures:
‘Ooh. I mean, chicken nuggets, grilled cheeses, French fries, pizza, burgers. All those things. Usually my go-to is just ordering chicken fingers, grilled cheeses and fries when I get to the hotel. [The] burgers in London are really good.’

Rumour: According to this website this person tried eating like Bella for 7 days and went to Bella’s nutritionist. I don’t know if Bella eats exactly like this but here is what the nutritionist recommends:


Workout: She likes to focus on abs, but says that it hurts to even laugh the next day. She also said that she uses Instant Abs Trainer (free app): “Sometimes when I’m watching TV, I think to myself, ‘I should be doing crunches and sit ups right now.’ Then I get off the couch and do it”. You can read how she got ready for VSFS here.


  • Detox Diet Tea (Up to 12 cups a day)
  • Fruit: Strawberries, Grapes, Apples
  • Vegetables: Carrot / Celery Sticks
  • Salad: Kale / Spinach
  • Oily Fish: (Salmon, etc.)
  • Lean Protein: Yogurt, Smoothies
  • Organic: Eggs, Milk, Produce


Workout: Kylie said that she sometimes workout with her family but this website claims that this is how she works out .

Diet: she opts for foods high in fiber that taste good. High fiber foods allow you to eat things that taste good, but with less calories. Fibrous foods don’t turn into fat. Carbs, without much fiber, do. 

  • Breakfast: eats avocado toast, oatmeal, bagels and waffles. She loves Avocado Toast with Chicken strips (healthy fat + carb + protein).
  • Lunch: From organic-pressed juice to smoothies, she loves it all. She loves to eat Mexican food, especially tacos and guacamole. 
  • Dinner:  Her go-to staples are: Chicken, fish, veggies and rice. One meal was Lemon Bacon Arugula Pasta. She also loves: Shrimp Fried Rice, Asparagus and Teriyaki Chicken.


“I think you kind of have to force yourself to exercise – even when you don’t want to. I always end up feeling better after a workout when I force myself to just do it. I used to be a ballet dancer, so doing things that I enjoy that don’t feel like exercise – like talking classes, doing Pilates or things like that are good. I also like to randomly play a sport that I’m bad at – I like going to play soccer with people, or trying to play tennis with people – and teach myself that way. I’m competitive, so I’m always open to learning and trying [a new sport].”
Her favourite workout:
“I don’t like to run. You will not see my running on a treadmill ever. Ever! I like boxing, though, so if I can go to the gym and box for 30 minutes, I will.”

Diet:“I try to be very strict about eating just for my skin and my body.”
But Hailey does break the rules on occasion—particularly on vacation. “I did go to the Maldives not too long ago,” she recalled. “I felt like that was like, super lavish, indulgent. I was eating whatever I wanted when I was there because it was just like you’ve got to take advantage of those moments.”
She also really emphasises the importance of drinking lots of water.

  • Breakfast: “On a regular day, breakfast is usually eggs or oatmeal, some type of healthy protein, or a smoothie.”
  • Lunch: “Lunch is usually salad, fish, grilled veggies, or maybe a sandwich. I don’t really eat a lot of gluten so I’m trying to be particular. I love a good kale Caesar salad [but with] no croutons. That’s usually one thing I leave out.”. 
  • Dinner:  “Dinner is usually kind of along the same lines [as lunch]—some sort of vegetable, or pasta, like a gluten free pasta. Chicken, maybe. Sometimes [I’ll do dessert]. I really like the Magnum (ice cream) bars, obviously that’s a great one. [But I generally try to avoid] sugar. Sugar’s a big one for everyone, I think.”
  • Cheat day:“A cheat day for me, the first thing that I crave, I’ll eat. That’s my rule. So if I wake up and I want pancakes, I’m gonna eat pancakes. If I want a cheeseburger for lunch or for dinner, I’m gonna eat it. If I want fries, I’m gonna eat the fries.”
    Hailey’s favorite burger is the same as Gigi Hadid’s (the one she ate on Jimmy Fallon’s show, notably): “I love J.G. Melon. It is so good. I actually think…no, she’s not the one who took me there, but it’s bomb, and I don’t think enough people know about it.”

Jurassic World, Mad Max Fury Road, and Little Girls

For her birthday, we took my soon-to-be six year-old to Jurassic World. Prior to that, she had watched a bootleg copy of Fury Road with me after I had confirmed that it fit the levels of violence I consider acceptable based on what I know of my daughter.

The most interesting thing to me was her reactions after each film.

After watching MMFR, she talked incessantly about it. (She had talked during the film as well, making observations, etc.) Her name was suddenly changed to Angry Cereal, mirroring two of her favorite characters. She made a new Sims game, spending more time than she ever had before perfecting the characters - and giving them all pets. A Lego car set was turned into a crazy car that could fit into the Mad Max world. Barbies were now the Wives and her dad’s Diablo figurine was now Immortan Joe. It’s been a little over two weeks and she still talks about it.

When the credits rolled on Jurassic World, she said, ‘Can we go see another movie?’ –And that was it. The only other comment vaguely related to the movie was her assertion she liked dinosaurs. Nothing else. No elaborate recreations, nothing.

I had thought with MMFR that my excitement had rubbed off on her but that doesn’t seem to be the case. After Jurassic World, I was excited, encouraging her to talk about her favorite parts. She asked for a Happy Meal. When we went to spend a gift card at Toys-R-Us the next day, I pointed out all the Jurassic World toys. They had Blue! She barely gave them a second glance.

It didn’t jive. She had tons of dinosaur books. Why was she infinitely more interested in an adult movie that was pretty much one big car chase rather than a movie about dinosaurs? Was it because despite the differences in ratings, Jurassic World had frightened her more? Maybe. But when she picked out a new stuffed animal to buy with her gift card, she informed us the little owl’s name was Splendid.

And that was it.

She had watched Fury Road in almost complete silence until the first shot of all the Wives. Then she turned to me and said, “There’s so many girls!” That was her takeaway from MMFR: there were lots of girls! All the girls were fighting together against the bad guy! The girls were the heroes! That was important to her, seemingly even more important than it was to me. Maybe because she’s just getting her first taste of playground culture where boys and girls are separate and the two don’t mix often and it’s been confusing. Maybe because she just really liked seeing girls on the screen. When I ask her, she just shrugs and says, “I don’t know, mommy, I liked all the girls. I liked Toast.”

As an adult, I’m aware of issues with representation. I don’t remember consciously noticing it as a child but I remember Leia and Uhura and Janeway being my favorites. I remember dressing up as Dana Scully. As a mom, I watch my daughter gravitate to girls and women on screen. A movie I thought would a sure thing because DINOSAURS! became a total miss because for her, there was no one on screen that she left the theater wanting to dress up as. There was no incentive for her to change her name to mimic favorite characters. I left grinning because holy shit, raptor squad! She left wanting a cheeseburger.

anonymous asked:

Jewish Laurel headcanons maybe?

boy oh boy anon, you got me here

  • laurel hears the words “tikkun olam” as a small child and, that’s it. that’s gonna be her whole entire life
  • she always loved religion but she kind of gets super into it when she’s mourning for sara. she really credits that with bringing her closer to her religion
  • tommy who is um also jewish because i say so (his mother was that’s what i’m going with) reminds her that one time that she wants to save the world? he says her one goal in like is tikkun olam
  • laurel has the most beautiful bat mitzvah. i think i’ve said this already but i’m going to say it again because its true
  • she gets really stressed when she has to work friday ngihts/saturdays bc she wants to observe shabbat?? but she knows god will forgive her so she’s good
  • she has a little trouble connecting to felicity at first and then they find out they’re both jewish and BOOM instantaneous best friends they’re chanting their bat mitzvah verses to each other
  • that ends in a very cute jewish wedding which is coming at,,, some point
  • laurel tries to go kosher every once in a while but she can’t do it. her big belly cheeseburgers are just too good. she decides that its fine
  • during her free time she tries to yeah the hebrew school kids how to apply their jewish morals to the real life world and everybody loves mora lance they think she has the best class ever
Brown Eyed Girl

Title: Brown Eyed Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader Friendship

Word Count: 2,137

Warnings: Talk of Harry Potter, fluff

Request:  ANON: Can you do one where dean likes reader and vice versa, and brown eyed girl(van Morrison) comes on the radio and she’s dancing and singing and she points at Sam(brown eyes) and they’re all laughing and deans like”this is why I love you” and they somehow end up together? I love your writing xoxo

Listen to Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison 

A/N:  hey, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it. I just had to put Harry Potter in.  Why can’t this be my life  let me know what y’all think. I love hearing from you guys :) xx

You were on the road home from a successful vampire hunt. You, Sam and Dean had managed to take down the entire nest of 10 vamps in under an hour with very few cuts and bruises. You couldn’t have felt better. You were now headed back to the bunker to sleep for a week straight.

    Dean decided it would be a nice treat to listen to the radio on the way home instead of listening to his same five albums that haven’t ever left his car. Sam couldn’t complain about it, he hated Dean’s music, especially when he played it too loud. You got to ride shotgun, Sam said you earned it for how awesome you did. You gladly took his offer. It meant you got to sit next to Dean.

    You’d been hunting with the Winchester’s for two years now. Sure they were hard but you can’t imagine going through the past two years without them. They were your family. Dean was your best friend. You did everything together. He’s always there for you when you need a friend, he’s the reason why you get up in the morning. You were head over heels in love with him, but being Dean Winchester’s best friend; you knew he didn’t do relationships or commitment for that matter. You couldn’t just sleep with him and pretend it was just a one night stand. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with him, even if it was only friendship. It was better than nothing at all. Sam on the other hand, he was like a brother to you, only you got along really well. You were into the same books as him, the same movies, and your eating habits were right up there too. It was really easy to go against Dean when you had Sam on your side.  All in all, it was everything you could ever ask for.

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The Charade; Part Five

Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for.
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1763
Warnings: None?
A/N: Ash’s and my new collab! @d-s-winchester​​


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