just checking the mail

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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Boner

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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SKAM S04E04 Clip 3 - Don’t Judge Me

NOORA: Hey!
SANA: Hi.
NOORA: What is it?
SANA: I’ve done some research.
NOORA: Okay?
SANA: I know how you’re gonna get over William. What are you doing on Friday?
NOORA: What are we going to do?
SANA: You have to wait and see.
NOORA: No! You know what? I don’t like surprises.
SARA: Hi! Did you see my e-mail?
SANA: Yes, but I haven’t had the time to reply. Can’t you just contact Mari about the payment yourself?
SARA: Yeah, but do you have her e-mail so I can send her the contract proposal?
SANA: Nooo.. Noora, do you have it?
NOORA: I think so, maybe. Just check my e-mail.
SANA: What’s your e-mail then?
NOORA: Loglady997.
SANA: Password?
NOORA: exper5. You haven’t..? It’s a totally normal password.
SANA: How do you write it? E, k, s or..?
NOORA: Oh my God.
SANA: E, x or? C?
NOORA: Yeah, just wait, oh my God don’t judge me for my passwords. Here! Just look there.
SANA: What’s her name? Mari Espeflaten?
NOORA: Yes.
SARA: Thanks! I’ll send you a copy.
SANA: Yes. Okay, you’ll join on Friday? Hello! Come on!
NOORA: Oh my God, how stoked are you?
SANA: Yes. I’m stoked for you getting over William, you know? Because I’m a good friend.
NOORA: Yeah, what are we doing then?
SANA: But-
NOORA: Tell me, tell me.
SANA: Are you joining if I tell you what we’re doing?
NOORA: No!
SANA: Come on, or I won’t tell you.
NOORA: Okay, tell me what we’re doing.
SANA: We’re going to a café.
NOORA: We’re going to a café?
SANA: Yes.
NOORA: That’s.. Which one?
SANA: Now you’re asking too much.
NOORA: No, I’m just wondering.
SANA: It has to be a bit of a surprise.
NOORA: But what are we doing at the café? Are we just having a cup of coffee and enjoy ourselves or is something happening, is it like..?
SANA: It’s not dangerous. It’s just a café. You’ll have to wait and see.
NOORA: Oh, you’ve started rhyming too?*
SANA: Yeah, naturally.
NOORA: I’m coming with. No..
SANA: Never speak to me again.
NOORA: Okay..
SANA: Exper55.. What rhymes with that?

[*Sana says some sentences that rhyme in Norwegian.]

  • Voice Mail: To leave a message, just wait for the tone.
  • Tai: I know how to leave a goddamn message.
  • Voice Mail: When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.
  • Tai: Really. Hang up. No shit. I was just gonna keep talking until she decided check her voice mail.
  • Voice Mail: For delivery options, press five.
  • Tai: Just give me the damn beep!
  • Voice Mail: To leave a call back number, press eight. To page this person, press six,-
  • Tai: Come on!
  • Voice Mail: To repeat this message, press nine.
  • Tai: I will fucking stab you, computer-phone-lady!
  • Voice Mail: To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.
  • Tai: THERE IS NO ELEVEN, YOU FUCKING WHORE!
  • Yang: Oooh language.

SKAM Season 4 Episode 4 Clip 3: Don’t judge me

Noora: Hello!

Noora: What is it?

Sana: I’ve done some research

Noora: Okay?

Sana: I know how you’ll get over William. What are you doing on Friday?

Noora: What are we doing now?

Sana: You’ll find out.

Noora: No! You know I don’t like surprises.

Sara: Hi! Did you read my e-mail?

Sana: Uh yeah, but I haven’t had time to reply, but can’t you just contact Mari yourself about payment?

Sara: Yeah, but do you have her mail, so I can send her the contract proposal?

Sana: No, Noora, do you?

Noora: I think, maybe … Just check mine. 

Sana: What’s your e-mail?

Noora: loglady997

Sana: Password?

Noora: exper …

Sana: Huh?

Noora: exper5?

Sana: eksp ..

Noora: exper. Exper5! Haven’t you heard …?

Sana: How do you write … E-K-S?

Noora: Oh my god. 

Sana: With an X or a C or …?

Noora: Wait! Oh my god, don’t judge me. Here, then you can just look at this!

Sana: What’s her name? Mari Aspeflaten?

Sara: Thanks. I’ll attach you to a copy. 

Sana: Yes. *to Noora* OK. But you’ll join on Friday? Oh, come on!

Noora: Oh my god, so geared you are!

Sana: I’m geared on you getting over William. That’s why. I’m a good friend. 

Noora: What are we doing? Say it. Say it. 

Sana: Are you coming if I say it?

Noora: No! Come on. 

Sana: Okay, we’re going on a café.

Noora: Café? That’s … which one?

Sana: Now you’re asking a lot. Some of it has to be a surprise. 

Noora: What are we going to do at the café? Just drink coffee and get cozy?

Sana: It’s nothing dangerous. It’s just … a café. The rest you’ll see.

Noora: And now you’re rhyming too?

Sana: Yes, you’re paying attention!

Noora: I’ll come with … No …

Sana: exper5 … What rhymes with that?

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  • Me at 11pm : I'm going to turn off the pc now and get a good night of sleep.
  • Also me at 11pm : let me just check the mail first.
  • And again : also ... Let's just see if any fanfic was updated...
  • Me at 12pm : oh damn, it's midnight! I got lost reading again.
  • Me at 12.30pm : all ready to go to bed and still get a healthy amount of sleep.
  • Me at 01.20am staring at my phone with Tumblr open : Katie is so beautiful.
  • Me now at 1.25am : maybe I slept more when I had a phone that could only support WhatsApp an no other stuff.
Non-Essential Data

9S and 21O get frustrated with the fact that 2B and 6O won’t ask each other out.  Dating: HACKED.


“Pod, what data do you have on this?” 2B’s voice seemed normal enough, or it would’ve if 9S hadn’t been working with her long enough to recognize the slight hint of excitement in her voice.

“This species of plant was commonly referred to as ‘lilac’ by humanity,” came Pod 042’s monotone reply. 9S couldn’t help but attribute a degree of amusement to the Pod’s response, though he knew he was imagining it.

“Take an image and transmit the data to 6O.”

“Working… data transmission complete.”

9S sighed, “How many is that now?”

“Unit 2B has cataloged and transmitted visual data on 179 flowering plant species to Operator 6O,” Pod 153 responded.

“It was a rhetorical question Pod.” 9S shook his head. “2B?”

The android turned to her partner, the slight upward curve of her lips quickly replaced by a look of concern.  “What is it?”

“You’ve been sending 6O a lot of pictures of flowers… are you ever gonna–”

“Going to what?”

“Y'know…” 9S paused, “ask her out?

2B recoiled as if burned.  “What?! No… of course not.  I couldn’t. I’m just…”

“…sending her pictures of every flower we come across?”

2B scoffed, her usual emotionless mask slipping back into place. “It’s important to ensure that my operator’s morale is high in order to maintain mission effectiveness.”

“Yeah, yeah… morale… mission effectiveness.  Got it.”

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Breaking... Ch. 16

Masterlist 

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A/N: This chapter was gonna be much longer but I relaized I should make it two parts because there is a lot going on. I hope you like it!

Wordcount: 3510

Warnings: Uh cursing I think is the only one…wow maybe bad french since I don’t speak it, I just take it sooooo

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Breaking Pace

You poked at the fire, it’s just as cold this winter as it had been the last. But that only meant one things for you, Philip Hamilton’s coming home. The Christmas season has come upon everyone, this is actually the first Christmas you’ll spend with them and you’re realizing how different things are with the holiday in this era. However, some things are still the same, like the singing. You Eliza walked through town together, which was the first time you’d actually walked through the city. You didn’t do much, just picked up some things for the upcoming dinner. While you were out you saw countless numbers of people singing and you were honestly amazed at the sheer amount. New York City was still New York City, no matter what time period. You missed it, the kids kept you busy sure but you never did get used to how quiet it was so far from the hustle and bustle of city life. If you closed your eyes and listened to everything around you, you felt like you were back home. Sitting by your window sill in your third floor apartment that you shared with Anna. You always felt conflicted over whether you wanted to go back to that or not. All of your friends and family were back in the twenty-first century but…the love of your life was here. Not only him but all the new friends you’d made. There was no win, no matter what happened you’d lose something and every time you thought about that you’d stop and listen. In the city you had the best of both worlds. You liked it up there and the singing wasn’t the only thing you noticed. Presents. Oh, the bane of this world, giving people gifts. It’s always fun to do it but the process of finding them is extremely frustrating most of the time. And you were in a different position than most. Alex and Eliza always asked if you’d like compensation for working but you always turned them down. They were already giving you more than enough so there was never a need for that. Now though, you were starting to see the appeal of it. You had nothing to give, at least physically you didn’t. Which is why you made a little deal with Eliza and Angie, but that comes in to play later. You heard a stampede of footsteps trot down the stairs and looked up to find all the children rushing down them. You quickly got up and went over to them.

“Hey, hey, hey now! No running down the stairs! You guys could get hurt!” AJ had a huge grin on his face.

“I’ll go get Father and Mother! They’ll be so happy!” AJ turned to run down the hall toward the study. What the hell’s going on? Johnny noticed your confused expression and explained.

“There’s a carriage…Philip is here early!” He said joyfully. WHAT?! He’s here! He wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow morning! Oh God, do I look okay? Do I have ashes on my apron? Oh, why do I fucking care?! I’m a maid! You smoothed out your dress and saw Eliza and Alex rushing into the main room, AJ close behind.

“My son is back from working hard! I’m so excited!” Alex chimed in while Eliza simply jumped around happily. Everyone crowded around the door as the sound of carriage wheels got louder and louder until they stopped out front. Ugh, I love that sound! You stayed in the middle of the room. I’ll write a letter to Philip every day. I’ve kept his room clean while he was away. Wait for him. The door finally opened, you hear him but you couldn’t see him, everyone was standing in the way but you heard it, among all the words buzzing around you heard it.

“I missed you all so much!” He still sounded as chipper as ever, it made your heart skip a beat. I’m willing to wait for him… The kids parted from him, Eliza and Alex moved to stand by his side. There he was.  My Philip Hamilton… He was wearing an extra jacket because of the cold and he was wearing a hat, that was new at least. What is up with that feather though?! He stopped in his tracks when he saw you and you could almost swear time itself stopped with him. He didn’t move but a smile creeped up onto his face. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a few stray tears escaped your eyes. You took a cautious step forward, your hand reaching out, he did the same. You shook your hesitation away and busted out into a full sprint towards him. He met you halfway. You slammed into him and hugged him with all your strength.

“Come on Star, I’ve only been gone for a few months!” He joked.

“Shut up, Sunny. Let me have this!” He laid his hand on the back of your head and the other on the middle of your back.

“I’ve missed you…so much.” He whispered, you nodded into his shoulder.

“How do you think I feel?” You laughed. The two of you stood there for a moment, not moving, just taking in the pleasure of being close, which you haven’t been for almost five months. When you did pull away you looked up at his ridiculous hat and plucked it off his head.

“Are we in France now? Why on Earth would you wear this?” You tried to joke to stop yourself from crying so much, he looked at you with the same fake offense that you loved.

“Excuse you, I look wonderful in this hat! What? Do you have a thing against France now?”

“I’m not against France, I’m just no Thomas Jefferson. I swear Philly, if you do that thing we are-“

“Ah, mais Mademoiselle! Te yeux, elles avaient faire mal moi! Mon coeur, il vais te amour! Ma petite chou, s’il vous plait, qu’est que je dois te dire?”

“Philip, I have no idea what you just said to me but I think you called me a cabbage at some point and I am honestly very offended by this!”

“Your lack of culture offends me! I’ll have you know that my uncle gave this to me, so yes it is from France!”

“You have an uncle in France?” You asked.

“Well, he’s a kind of uncle. Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette…we just call him uncle Laf!” OMG I’M TAKING THIS HORSE BY THE REINS! MAKING REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOOD STAINS LAFAYETTE!! Alexander laughed at the name.

“His name is too long; the children call him ‘Laf’ because when Philip was a toddler he couldn’t even pronounce Lafayette!” Eliza smiled nostalgically.

“Aww, I remember that!” Philip shook his head disapprovingly.

“Anyways, I look great in this hat.”

“I think it’s a little too big; you need a few more months!” You handed it back to him. Your face is too nice to hide it under a hat, how else am I supposed to count your freckles? Philip raised an eyebrow to match his sly smile.

“Oh? So I have a nice face? And what was that? You count my freckles?” Damn it! I need to stop saying my thoughts out loud!

“Um, no?” You tried to deny.

“Uh huh, sure you don’t.” He chuckled.

“Ugh, I have to help prepare for dinner!”

“You can deny it all you want but I’m not the only one who sees it!” He jabbed, you rolled your eyes and started to walk towards the kitchen. You always felt weird around the other maids since none of them lived on the property, since they had their own families, and they were all much older than you. The oldest one looked like she was in her mid to late fifties but you thought it would be rude to ask.  Just as you approached the door, Alex called out to you. You turned to see him jogging over to you, holding some sort of envelope in his hand. He stopped and held it to you. You took it and realized it was a letter it looked off to you, most likely because you couldn’t tell who it was from.

“I just checked the mail, it might from Philip before he left.” He chuckled before leaving to back and talk with his son. You looked back at it and you were sure it wasn’t from Philip. You popped off the seal and looked at the letter inside.

Dear Y/N,

             Hello, it’s been a while. I haven’t been able to send letters due to how busy I have been. If you could not tell already, this is Rachel. Cato and I are doing wonderful, busy but wonderful nonetheless. We have set ourselves up a home close to New Jersey, I hope to see you soon but as I said I have been far too busy to do much of anything. But with that in mind, I have good news! I’ve recently given birth to two wonderful little boys. John Hercules Spencer and Alexander Titan Spencer. My surname is Sky because of my being a bastard but I went by Spencer for years to hide that. My children will have to do the same in order to thrive in this judgmental world but I am hopeful. Someday, things will be easier for them. Cato has lovingly dubbed them Herc and Titan, they’ll be wonderful no matter who the end up being. Did you catch the name? Titan, it’s you my dear friend! Titania, Titan, sounds quite nice don’t you think? I believe so. They are truly beautiful; they have their father’s skin but my eyes. Actually, oddly enough they both have a mess of freckles across their faces. They remind me very much of Philip and Angie because of that. I remember Alexander, Mr. Hamilton, told me that my father had those freckles. I do not remember him much but that I do. I’m glad my children share something with him because I know my father would be very proud of me. Not a single time did Alexander talk about my father and not mention his thoughts on me. He truly did love my mother; he was married because of his family. Even though my father only knew me for a short time, he adored me. I feel as though somehow he knew; he knew I would be the one to carry out his legacy. And I shall, I plan to speak out against slavery, for the sake of my love and my children. I will do anything for them and these atrocities need to be put to rest. I’d prefer it done peacefully but that does not seem to be an option, although I will try. I wish you could write back to me, do not fear though, I will try to see you as soon as I can. That probably will not be for some time though with how troublesome my children already seem to be. They don’t seem to cry but they never sleep and like to keep their poor mother up all night. They are so happy to be in this world; I shall always be here for them. My mother couldn’t be around so I swear I shall be for them. I’ll do whatever it takes, probably make a million mistakes. But I’ll make the world safe and sound for them. They will come of age with this young nation. I’ll bleed and fight for them, make it right for them. I will lay a strong enough foundation, I’ll pass it onto them and give the world to them. And let me tell you now, they will blow us all away someday. I cannot wait for you to meet them. Until time allows us to meet once more.

Your friend, R.S

             You were incredibly happy; you were so glad that she was well. And she has children now! The idea that those kids will face hardship made you sad but you knew it would work out for the best. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and you couldn’t have asked for a better gift than that. You wondered what these next few days will bring.

             This is it! Oh god I’m nervous! Alex and Eliza called you all down on Christmas morning. You, Eliza and Angie have been practicing for a whole month, you were so glad that they wanted to help you with this. All the children ran into the main room, holding cushions and using them to sit on the floor. Eliza decided to have all the children be given their presents first. Your favorite reaction was Johnny’s when he got new sheet music. He literally cried. You thought you should go next but Alex stopped you.

“Actually Titania, Eliza and I have something for you, the children do as well. Do you mind if we all go first?” He asked.

“Oh, you all didn’t have to get me anything! Oh that’s so sweet!” You couldn’t help but give a sheepish smile. They really didn’t have to do that! Johnny was the first to stand up. He hid his face in his cravat and made his words muffled.

“I…um, mama told me what your gift is so I have an idea for that…” He sat back down and you were already intrigued, so was everyone else. Before you could question him about what that meant Jamie stood and handed a large sheet of paper.

“Turn it around.” He instructed and you did so, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You saw a black and white sketch, your own face staring back at you. It was a beautifully done portrait, it must’ve taken him days to do.

“Oh, Jamie! I love it! It’s beautiful! I’m so proud of you!” You pulled him into a hug and ruffled his hair. He snorted and once you pulled away, AJ was standing with a proud smile on his face.

“I have to go grab mine! I’ll be right back!” He ran out of the room and into the dining room. You raised an eyebrow and you could Eliza holding back a giggle. He soon came running back into the room, holding some kind of tray. He approached you and you finally saw what it was. It was a small cake; you’ve only seen it once or twice in this era but not had it. Although Alex did say that John Adams probably won the election with cake bribery. “Cooking is science so I thought it would be the best decision to make this for you! I’m proud of the whipped cream myself!” He smiled widely.

“You…you used your talents for good instead of evil! AJ this is the best gift you could ever give me! I love it!” He handed you the tray and told you to try it later. Angie walked over to her parents and put her hands on her hips.

“I helped with this last year! So I hope you like it!” Both her and Eliza went over to you and locked arms with you.

“What’s going?” You asked nervously.

“You’ll have to come with us to get it! We’ll be right back boys!” Eliza cooed. They lead you down the hallway and into Alex and Eliza’s room, they closed the door behind you. Eliza walked over to her wardrobe and opened the door, quickly pulling some things out of it. Your eyes widened. “Mulligan said he took your measurements last year and decided to make something for you. Alexander, Angie and I all helped with the design. We think you’ll like it!”

“Put it on, put it on!” Angie jumped excitedly.

“Yes, undress please. I am very eager to see how this looks! I shall help you put it on.”

“Eliza, you don’t have to do that! I’m the maid here!” You interjected, she waved your comment off.

“Nonsense! You are a very dear friend and I consider you my own daughter so I will help you with this!” She insisted, you eventually gave in and undressed, allowing Eliza to help you with an actual corset.

‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” You let out as she tightened the laces to the back.

“You haven’t gotten the chance to wear a proper dress in a long time, don’t worry you’ll get used to it again.” I’ve never actually worn a real corset Eliza! She finished putting all the garments on you and helped you step into the cover. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and Eliza buttoned the back for you. You could feel the weight from the ruffling gathered up around your lower back.

“Okay, are you ready to see it?” Angie asked sweetly. You nodded and the led you over to Eliza’s full length mirror, once you saw yourself, you froze.

“Originally, it was meant to be a ball gown, but Alexander said that it might suit you better to wear something more casual.” Eliza informed. The dress was, as Eliza said, very casual. You could see someone wearing this to go visit a friend or to have tea, but it was nothing short of beautiful.

“I picked out the color! It’s the same color I wore when we first met!” Angie said proudly. It was a soothing lavender color with black and dark purple floral patterns along the trim, fading out into the actual skirt and bodice. The dress stopped at your ankles so you could see your old, dark boots peeking out from under it. The sleeves stopped at your elbows and the neckline was a little low but not so much that you felt uncomfortable. The actual heavy ruffles were the most intricate part, the fabric started at your stomach but draped down to your knees and came up to sit on your lower back, a waterfall of purple falling out of it.

“You look gorgeous, TT!” Angie exclaimed.

“I might want to keep this dress under lock and key, don’t want any boys trying to pester you now do we? Oh, what am I saying? You’re always beautiful! This dress just shows you what we all see!” Eliza commented. Beautiful? You certainly felt it, you felt like you could dazzle a room full of people. “Oh! Let me take that head cloth, that will really complete this!” She untied the cloth keeping your hair out of your face and handed it to Angie.  There was a collective silence for a moment as Eliza and Angie nodded in approval.

“Come on! We have to show everyone!” Angie tugged on your arms, before you could even get a word in, they were already pushing out of the room.

“Alright, I shall go out first and introduce the two of you!” Eliza skipped down the hall and into the main you room while Angie and yourself stopped at the archway, hiding behind the wall so no one would see you. From in the room you heard Eliza. “Everyone! I have something I would like all of you to see!”

“What exactly is going on here mother?” You heard Philip ask. Angie held in a squeal.

“Patience Philip! Now everyone, give it up for the Hamilton girls! Titania and Angie!” You heard Alex and give a short ‘woohoo!’ and some applause. The Hamilton girls? Before you could think about that any more, Angie was leading you out, strutting into the room. You saw everyone look at the two of you and they cheered, everyone except Philip. For a second you worried that he might not like the dress but as got closer to him, you saw the look in his eyes. He was star-struck. By the time you made it back to where you were in the group originally, Philip was staring up at you from his seat, eyes wide and mouth open slightly. “These girls are the most beautiful roses this family could ever hope to see!” Eliza smiled.

“Yeah! We’re beautiful but if anyone tries to mess with us, they get the thorns!” Angie stuck out her tongue. You couldn’t help but giggle at the statement paired with her enthusiasm. AJ leaned over toward Philip and snapped his fingers in his face, brining Philip out of his dreamlike state. He shook his head and blinked a few times.

“What happened? Where am I? What year is it?” Philip joked, a blush spreading across his face. He stood up stepped in front of you, scratching his cheek nervously. “You…you um, you look really…Wow…” He said passionately.

“Wow? Is that the proper adjective?” You asked, trying to ignore how hot your face felt with him staring at you. Why does he have to be so adorable?

“It is now…Because wow, you look incredible… Although I do have a complaint.” He crossed his arms and you raised an eyebrow

“Oh you do now?” You asked sarcastically.

“Yes, I don’t like your hair in your face. It makes it hard to see your eyes!”

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oppening commissions because I’m a really bad situation right now and life decided to kick me and my mom 

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2 - Simple traditional (without BG)  - $10 + $5 extra character 

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fingertips & ivory

Originally posted by yeo1

pairing: jinho x reader (gender neutral)

rating: fluff

word count: 1,130

  It was something about the change of seasons that Jinho enjoyed. More specifically, the way the cold winter air changed to a much suitable temperature as flowers blossomed. The list of things he wanted to do grew as the days got longer. Some days, he was able to do some of those things like having a picnic in the park or watching the sunset with you. Then, there were those days when it seemed like the sky was permanently gray and the rain would never stop. Even though some thought rain was a hindrance, Jinho didn’t mind because it meant staying in with you.

 That explained why both of you were still clad in your pajamas way past noon. The two of you slept through breakfast and decided on a quick brunch after you groggily navigated to the bathroom. You went down to check the mail and that’s when you realized just how swollen the clouds in the sky were. It wasn’t like either had anything planned for that day. To be honest, the sight of rain made a rush of relief flow down both of your spines.

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Milestones (Slight Jake x F!MC)

Universe:  Endless Summer
Word Count: 2322 (whoops)
Rating: PG
Prompt: 
For #ChoicesCreates Week 5, hosted by @hollyashton and @cartoonfanforlife.  The prompt for this week was: “Mirror.”
Summary:
A picture speaks a thousand words.  But when you’re looking at not a still image, but what’s in front of you, the thoughts could be endless.  You tell your own story, through your own eyes, through your own parallels, and through your own reflection.

Side note: I posted another JakexF!MC earlier this week, and would love to receive feedback for it!  May or not be emotion-packed.  Check it out through this link:  http://ladysansaa.tumblr.com/post/159476264758/let-there-be-light-jake-x-fmc

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-6 years old-

You stand in front of the mirror, watching the blonde pigtails that your aunt tied up bob up and down as you sway to the tempo of the pop song playing on the radio.  They were cute, but your costume isn’t.  Your puffy, cyan blue Cinderella dress seems to refuse to move with you, and because of that you groan in frustration.  It’s so itchy, and uncomfortable, you just want Halloween to be over with.  

Your aunt, Rebecca, strolls into your bedroom, tiara in hand. “What’s wrong, love? I don’t recall the part in Cinderella where she throws fits.”  She jokes, but it makes you even more upset.  

You cross your arms, trying to get the point across.  “I don’t like this costume.  It doesn’t look good on me.  I wanted to be cop.  Why can’t I be a cop?”  

“Sorry, love, I couldn’t find a police costume.  Next year, I promise.  And nonsense, you look adorable,” She tuts.  “But, if you insist, I think I might have just the solution…”  Your aunt waves the tiara ecstatically.  “I knew your dress was missing something, so I quickly drove to the store to buy you a crown, fit for royalty!”  

You stand still, arms remain folded, as she gently adjusts the tiara into your hair, careful not to poke you anywhere.  “There.  Now, you’re beautiful, princess.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes.  “I was always beautiful.” 

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saraisradasfuck  asked:

#10 with Jeff Hardy?? ❤️❤️

Sure thing!! I normally do WWE Superstars (he’s currently in TNA, but I couldn’t ignore his WWE ties), but I was willing to make this one exception :)

“Keep it up because if you do, you don’t get to come in my blanket fort.”


“I asked you to do one thing, Y/N, one thing!! It’s not that hard!” Jeff yelled at you.

“I already told you, I couldn’t!! I had a busy day today! You’re not the only one with things to do Jeff!” You yelled back.

“You know what, just—” Jeff cut himself off, trying to contain his anger. “Just forget it.”

You rolled your eyes when Jeff walked away. You truly believe that you weren’t in the wrong but apparently in his eyes, you were. You already told him the list of things you had to do today and that you would try to fulfill his request. But you couldn’t fit it in and it upset him. What were you supposed to do? If you could drop everything at the drop of a dime to do what he needed, you would have but you couldn’t.

That was the reason why you got mad. You felt he was being completely unreasonable.


By the next morning, Jeff was still in a mood. You still didn’t understand why because you’ve let go of your anger. Why couldn’t he?

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tinybluehouses  asked:

polyfrogs (or dexnursey if you aren't cool with polyfrogs) "sorry were you sleeping?"

Dex smiles to himself as he snuggles deeper into his blankets. He’s finally found the perfect napping environment - Chowder’s bed, windows cracked just enough to cool the room down, shades pulled. It’s dark and quiet and peaceful, something Dex hasn’t been able to find in well… ever. Back home he was either working or playing hockey or like, eating, and here the dorms are always noisy and the Haus is a disaster and he’s got more homework than he has hours in the day. But today his animal science lecture got canceled, he’s caught up with all of his homework, and the Haus is blessedly empty. William Poindexter has found heaven on earth. 

With a sigh, he presses his face into Chowder’s pillow, breathing in the scent of the green apple shampoo he shares with Lardo and the Axe body spray that manages to get sprayed in the locker room at least once a week. It’s actually kind of nice, all faded like this. Everything about this beautiful, peaceful moment is kind of nice. 

He’s starting to drift back to sleep when he hears the front door of the Haus slam open. It sounds like a legit herd of elephants is thundering up the stairs, and he finds himself praying that Bitty gained about a hundred pounds and stopped being so light on his feet. The door to Chowder’s bedroom flies open, and Dex’s groans, pulling the blankets up over your head. 

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