“The chummy pockets hold their hands together and make a big, round ring They build a house on the pocket planet and everyone laughs together The stars are sparkling to them in the sky; the huge moon Is rounding up everything, happy things and sad things, too.”
This is the post that I meant to post 2 weeks ago xD
It's all about Barbie - Chapter 1 (Trixya)- Djoodi
A/N: hey guys, it’s Djoodi here! I had this idea and thought it was really cute so I wrote it for you guys! Both of them are cis-girls, by the way. I don’t have any idea of how many chapters this will be, but let’s see!
Quick summary: Trixie is a single mom who once dreamed to be a star in New York. Katya just moved from Russia to her High School BFF’s apartment because things didn’t turn out the way she planned.
Once again, sorry for the mistakes I probably did >.< English is not my first language. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Daddy!Killian and the first day of kindergarten….because as a teacher, I see this more than you would believe haha.
“Papa, can we go now?”
Killian’s fingers trembled slightly as he finally lowered his coffee mug back to the kitchen table. It was a little trivial for him to opt to continue holding it when it had already been empty for about fifteen minutes, but today he’d woken up with the intention of stalling - and obviously, it hadn’t taken long for his methods to grow slim. Burning toast so it had to be remade, arranging items in his son’s Batman lunchbox a thousand different ways, and misplacing a pair of little sneakers on purpose hadn’t bought him as much time as he was hoping for. He peeked toward the clock on the microwave, noting the way the bright green numbers were illuminating the ticking minutes left in their morning. It was going too fast - it had always gone way too fast.
He could almost swear that it was just yesterday they’d brought their little dark haired baby boy home from the hospital, all bundled up in striped blue pajamas and a blanket that Ruby’s grandmother had to have spent hours making. They hadn’t chosen to name him ‘Liam’ lightheartedly, but rather with the hope that he’d take after his late uncle just a bit - brave, protective, adventurous, and proud. His eyes had been a brilliant and oh so light blue, full of curiosity and possibility in a way that Killian had never once dared to dream of.
Well, not until he met Emma at least. Being with that woman had allowed him a glimpse at so many new ‘firsts’ - it just happened to be that the one occurring today wasn’t one of the fun ones. Well, at least not for him.
“Well, I think….it’s not time yet, is it?”
“Papa, it is time,” Liam urged, bouncing up and down as he pulled his backpack on. “We have to get there early!”
“I don’t think we need to be that early, Liam.”
“We do too,” he disagreed, tugging hard on Killian’s hand with a grunt. “It’s the first day, papa - and you said it’s good to make an impression.”
“I suppose I did,” Killian sighed, rising to his feet and following his son across the kitchen floor. “Is arriving early your way of saying you’d like the impression you make to be a good one?”
“Duh, papa,” Liam replied, shaking his head at the ridiculous question.
“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Killian grinned. “Fortunately, the only sort of impression a Jones man can make is a good one. I wager there aren’t many who’d disagree with that logic, my boy.”
What do you get when you put the 80s, Phil Collins and super sappy love songs together?
YOU GET A BITCHIN’ CHERIK XMA PLAYLIST THAT’S WHAT!!!
One More Night I’ve been sitting here so long Wasting time, just staring at the phone And I was wondering should I call you Then I thought maybe you’re not alone
Against All Odds How can you just walk away from me When all I can do is watch you leave? ‘Cause we’ve shared the laughter and the pain And even shared the tears You’re the only one who really knew me at all
You Can’t Hurry Love How long must I wait How much more must I take Before loneliness Will cause my heart, heart to break
I Wish It Would Rain Down You said you didn’t need me in your life Oh I guess you were right, yeah Ooh I never meant to cause you no pain But it looks like I did it again
Leaving so soon And that you’ll miss me sometimes When you’re alone Do I feel lonely too?
A Groovy Kind of Love When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter My whole world could shatter, I don’t care
Can’t Stop Loving You
Even try, I’ll always be here by your side Why, why, why, I never wanted to say goodbye Why even try, I’ll always be here if you Change, change your mind
In The Air Tonight Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand I’ve seen your face before my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been It’s all been a pack of lies
Do You Remember There seemed no way to make up Cause it seemed your mind was set And the way you looked it told me It’s a look I know I’ll never forget
You’ll Be in My Heart Why can’t they understand the way we feel They just don’t trust what they can’t explain I know we’re different, but deep inside us We’re not that different at all
Prompt: AU. Oliver takes his computer to the shop to have it fixed. By chance, Felicity is also there at the same time to buy some parts. They don't know each other, but the employee trying to fix Oliver's computer is just SO WRONG so Felicity takes the computer from him and fixes is herself. (Major bonus points if you can somehow turn this into smile but it's not obligatory.)
Summary: Bratva/A.R.G.U.S. AU. Oliver and Felicity meet when she fixes his computer… but neither of them
are what they seem.
A/N: I took quite a few creative liberties with this prompt. I should be working on four other things right now, as well as prompts, but my writing juju is off, so naturally I write something completely out there. (When this happens, I tend to go into a nice, healthy masochistic hibernation until my muse juices start flowing again - my apologies for my absence and lack of answering asks and responding to things.)
“It’s still doing it?”
Oliver closed his eyes.
He took a deep, calming breath before opening them again,
giving the young guy behind the counter a patient smile… as patient a smile as
he could muster, at least; it felt more like someone was cutting garish line
across his face to form the caricature of a human smile than an actual smile, but at least it was something.
“Yes,” Oliver said, sliding his laptop across the counter.
“It’s still doing it. It’s been doing
it. It stopped for a few hours last night and when I got back on it this
morning, it was clicking and shorting out again.” Oliver’s eyes danced down to
his nametag to make sure he’d remembered his name right - Craig - before looking back
up at him. “Craig, I’ve already had to recreate two projects from scratch. If I
have to do a third one, I might kill someone.”
“I thought I…” Craig let out a heavy puff of air and
nodded. “Alright, I know something else we can try. Let me…”
“Try?” Oliver repeated slowly, his voice dropping an
octave. Try? He bit the tip of his
tongue to keep the rest of the ‘are you
fucking kidding me?’ from spilling out as he narrowed his eyes, his
eyebrows inching up.
Craig’s face lost about four shades of color.
“No try. I meant do, I’ll do. There is no try, right?” he
asked, an awkward laugh slipping out.
Oliver just blinked.
“Sorry, that was dumb. Not a Star Wars fan, huh?”
Oliver felt the
exasperation twisting his face.
”No, right, sorry, okay. Uh, will you be leaving it again?”
“No, I need it fixed. Yesterday.
Like it was supposed to be.”
“Right.” Craig nodded. “Okay, let me just… get my stuff.”