not sure what the blue things are

copicmarkersniffers  asked:

If you're taking requests please just write something about all of us in the skype Groupchat getting drunk because lets be real that shit would be hilarious

Alright, so… this took longer than expected. But! It’s fine :p

Also can we just pretend this happens in a world where age doesn’t matter or somethin bc like… ye


“Guuuuys! somebodyyy message everyoneee” Laura spoke out in the call. Currently, only three people were in the call. A drunk Laura. A becoming drunk Robin. And a tipsy Jen.

“Who exactly?” Robin asked, taking a look at everyone in the group.

“Iiiif Liliiii aaand Maadds are ooon! Wee aall can plaay druunk Cards Agaainst Huumaniityy!” Laura was becoming a bit more inaudible.

“Lili would probably be down, but Maddie? Hmm… not sure.” Jen spoke up.

“What about Pyx, Blue, Four, Mars, and Spark? We can ask them. Possibly even Dragon Mom!” Robin exclaimed, wondering how things will go.

“And we all just get drunk on the call?” Jen asked.

“Isn’t thaat alreeeady what weee’re doiiing?”


“Annnywaaays, let’s contaaacctt theeeem!” Laura was becoming excited for the new plans they were making.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go contact Maddie, Four, Mars, and Lili. Jen, you go get Blue, Spark, Pyx, and Dragon?” Robin asked, already on his way to message each one of them privately.

“Yea, yea! No problem. You want me to get A.A. too?”

“That would be lovely!”

The two messaged everyone, making sure to check on Laura every now and then to make sure nothing had happened to her. They decided to talk a bit more before someone new had joined the call.

“Lili! Hey! How have you been?” Robin exclaimed, becoming happier by the second.

“Oh, the usual.” Lili grinned as she looked at her camera.

“So, internal suffering and sleep deprivation?” Jen added in.

“Spot on.”

“Waaait! Lili? Heeeey!” Laura laughed as she gave a half wave to Lili.

“She’s drunk, isn’t she.” Lili laughed, looking back over to her camera.

“Well, we were all planning on playing drunk Cards Against Humanity once everyone got on. Would you be fine with that?” Jen spoke up, knowing this speech would probably be repeated a few times.

“Drunk Cards Against Humanity hmm… Yea! I’m down.” Lili grinned at the camera.

“Great! All we need is for everyone els-” Robin was cut off by another person joining.

“Hey Four!” Lili chirped, seeing the icons change.

“Heeeeeeey!” Laura slured.

“Why is she drunk?” Was the first thing Four said, completely lost on the whole situation.

“Basically, we all wanted to get drunk and play Cards Against Humanity.” Robin replied.

“Fuck yea, I’m in. Who are we waiting on?”

“Uhh, Pyx, Mars, Blue, Maddie, A.A., Spark, and Mama Dragon.” Jen said, looking through the list of everyone she had written down.

“Oh, I can get Mars on, probably won’t drink though.” Four said, quickly pulling up her chat with the other to ask about joining the call.

“That’s fine, we don’t want to force anyone to do anything if they aren’t comfortable.” Robin stated, taking another shot if whatever he was drinking.

“Yeaaaa, nooot comfortableeee”

“Oh, uh, hey guys.” Pyx chimed in, having just joined.

“Pyx! Hey.” Four said with some enthusiasm.

“What are we all doing with the process of alcohol?” She asked, purposely lining the words in the way they were.

“Drunk Cards Against Humanity.” Lili said again.

Pyx nodded and looked at everyone in the call. “Who else were we inviting?”

“Blue, Maddie, A.A., Spark, and Dragon. I’m still contacting Mars, so.”

“Well, for Maddie, you just have to mention something bout’ The Derp Crew. Or just Chilled.” Pyx stated, laughing at the thought.

“Everyone just type something Derp Crew related in the chat.” Robin asked of the other five.

With Lili saying something about a great fanfic she read, Robin with an idea he had about them, Four saying how much she loves Smarty, Pyx with constant spamming of images, and Jen repeatedly stating she didn’t have anything to say, Maddie finally joined in the call; along with Blue who had been reading the chat silently.

“Maaaaadddeerss! Blueee!” Laura greeted them.

“Hey! Uh, Laura’s drunk, why?” Maddie asked, wondering what had happened before she joined the call.

“Yea, what did we miss?” Blue added.

“We were just talking about playing drunk Cards Against Humanity.” Jen answered.

“Ah, gotcha. Mind if I just stay sober? Parents of me don’t own anything.” Maddie asked, feeling slightly left out.

“No, no! It’s fine! Really.” Lili quickly replied. “We’re just doing this for fun, not forcing anyone to.”

“Oh yea, Mars said that she’ll be in the call, just not talking or getting drunk.” Four chimed, being invested with her chat with Mars to miss Maddie and Blue’s joining.

“So that leave, Dragon Mom, Spark, and A.A…. right?” Pyx asked.

“Yea, it does. Maybe one will join so-” Robin was yet again cut off by someone else joining.

“Spark! How ya’ doing?” Blue was the first to notice who had newly joined.

“Just writing gay stuff, the normal.” Everyone laughed at the small comment, knowing how true it was.

“Would you be down to take some time away from writing and joining us in drunken Cards Against humanity? Laura’s already out of it.” Lili spoke up, glancing to her webcam.

“Oh, uh, maybe a little bit.”

Everyone agreed and began to get a server running, waiting for Dragon’s and A.A.’s answers.

Everyone who had recently joined were getting up to find anything else they could to get drunk. Just for Cards Against Humanity.

Robin had already begun acting a bit different from the alcohol in his system.

“This iss going to beee fuuun!” Laura piped up after a few minutes of silence.

“Tootally!” Robin replied, words slightly slurred, but not as much as Laura’s.

“Oh by the way, while everyone was getting things prepared, A.A. joined, just chatting like Mars.” Maddie piped up.

“Oooooooh! Thaaaat’s greeeaat!” Laura began to look through the messages that had been gathering up.

“I thiiink, Dragon said shee would try and geet oon laaater.” Lili giggled, already becoming a bit tipsy.

Everyone was busy trying to get into the server, or trying to get everything still, that they didn’t notice when Dragon joined the call.

The first person to notice was Four, who was getting drunk by the minute. “Guys! Dragon Mom’s here.”

Everyone shared their ‘hello’s’ before Laura spoke up and explained what they were doing.

Currently, the only sober people on the call were Maddie, Mars, A.A, and Dragon. Blue, Spark, and Pyx were only slightly drunk, while everyone else was just out of it. This would make for a fun game.

I feel like I may get hate on for this oops

Also I feel like this needs a part two tbh :^

( @castielstreasure @dragonfrost04 @deadmarktehfish @datsatoiletvg @pyxthetrash @my-names-blue @spark-the-librarian @youranonymousartist @throw-shit-at-other-shit @kingofmarss @copicmarkersniffers -yes im tagging you even though you sent the ask-)

I know for the plot because the show is about the ‘heroes’ they’re going to need Mick to turn back and save the Legends somehow to ‘redeem’ himself and blah blah blah but I’m gonna be honest
I might not rp that
It makes no logical sense for Mick to go back to being on the Legends team.  As of right now it sure as fuck doesn’t so unless Snart screws him over horribly somehow then it wouldn’t even fit his characterization

Don’t get me wrong I don’t like the picking and choosing what of canon to keep thing, I try to just find reason behind whatever he says and does even if it seems out of the blue to me(like him complimenting Amaya in Chicago Way the way he did he sounded ooc to me but whatever)
So we’ll just have to wait and see
But if they don’t give a damn good reason for it I might not be able to stick with this one and feel like I’m still doing the character justice

Unfortunately though I’m assuming he’ll be there for the next season so if I don’t include his return then I don’t get to rp anything taking place in that time and if I want to when it comes then well, I’ll have no choice but again we’ll have to wait and see

weird forgotten tumblr things

- don’t hug me i’m scared fandom with the humanoid notebook and clock
- fluffy chicken day
- those blue pictures that said ‘reblog if you’re in the ______ fandom!’
- all the tumblr island, tumblr university, etc. plans that eventually led to the planning of a tumblr convention which is what gave us the beautiful shitshow that was dashcon. the dashcon ballpit was overall tumblr’s best meme in my time on here imo, second only to sonic for real justice
- tumblr trick or treating on halloween¿?
- everyone remembers mishapocalypse but remember the all-out war that went down a year later when people couldn’t decide if there should be another one?? that was honestly almost as scary as the actual mishapocalypse
- speaking of misha collins, when he posted his phone number online and this entire website collectively lost its shit. everyone had to post their text convos w/ misha
- “the only adult supervision we have on tumblr is john green” (yikes)
- the time everyone was gonna purposely not post anything the sunday after the guy who played uncle vernon in the harry potter movies died because of the quote “no post on sundays” but then everyone like……forgot and posted stuff anyway
- the tumblr version of some nights by fun
- moreos guy
- when the 50th anniversary of doctor who fell on the same day as some one direction thing and everyone got really offended at this facebook post someone had screenshotted that said like “1d will be around way longer than ur shitty alien tv show” lmao
- “swiggity swag, what’s in the bag”
- when yahoo was buying tumblr and everyone was flipping shit and making posts saying shit like “yahoo better not go ToO fAR!!! they have an army, but we have a hulk!!!” honestly if i was yahoo and considering buying a website for more than a million dollars and then saw that that was what the userbase was like i would have backed the fuck out of that business deal
- those “men of tumblr” posts, you know the ones i mean
- when everyone hated miranda cosgrove?? was there a reason behind that or,,
- back in 2013 everyone was planning to do this “tumblr day” on march 5th where you were supposed to write a big t on your hand and then if you saw anyone else with it you were supposed to “hug and exchange urls” lmao. im pretty sure no one actually did this but if that doesn’t describe the general social climate of tumblr back then idk what does

concept: Marinette’s class have a Ladybug-and-Chat-Noir-themed trivia night

  • Alya was forced to sit out bc her Ladyblog was the source of info for most of the questions and answers
  • Nathanael knew the minutae of both superheroe’s costumes to a scarily detailed level, having spent hours looking up reference pictures for both of them (#artist lyf)

  • Sabrina got caught out looking up answers for Chloe on her phone, the irony here being that for once in her life Chloe didn’t actually need to cheat and was doing perfectly fine on her own 

  • Marinette thinks she’s got the prize in the bag but is constantly thwarted by how many weird things about her the public have managed to get wrong (Question twenty-three: What’s Ladybug’s favourite colour? (It is apparently light blue, though Marinette is pretty sure she’s never talked about favourite colours while in Ladybug mode, like, ever, and her personal favourite colour is PINK. Where the hell did these people get their ‘’’‘information’’’’ from?!)). 

  • There’s an entire section on her and Chat Noir together as a team and Mari about has an aneurysm when she realises that everyone else in the whole world just assumes she and Chat are an item to the point that everyone thinks she’s crazy when she splutters that THEY ARE CLEARLY NOT DATING, WHERE ARE YOU GETTING YOUR SOURCES FROM 

  • To everyone’s surprise, the final race for the prize turned out to be Chloe and Adrien

  • Adrien wins, bc of course he does, he is Ladybug’s #1 fan, he’ll fight everyone

  • Also unlike Mari, he’s a massive nerd, he likes to keep up with what the public thinks about him so he spends hours trawling the internet looking at what hilarious misconceptions people have about Chat Noir

  • Marinette spends a lot of time afterwards seriously contemplating whether she should out herself to Alya just so she could correct some of these ludicrous misconceptions about her. ‘Dating Chat Noir’, as if
pynch things in Blue Lily, Lily Blue
  • Adam thinking of Ronan’s crush on him,
    See, Adam Parrish is wantable, worthy of a crush, not just by anyone, someone like Ronan, who could want Gansey or anyone else and chose Adam for his hungry eyes.”
  • “You want to see what i’m working on?” Ronan asked. All casual.
    “Sure,” Adam replied. All Casual.
  • “Unframed prints were tacked to the walls - a flier for some Irish folk band playing in New York; a vintage print of some children running on a faraway, older pier in a faraway, older country. It was so different from what Adam’s father had pinned to his work-space walls that again Adam considered Ronan’s admiration of him. Someone like him treating someone like Adam as someone worthy-”
  • The whole Day At the Barns, honestly.
  • In the Barns Chapter, Adam (current narrator) mentions Ronan’s eyelashes like ten different times like get a fucking grip, Adam
  • ““Blah blah blah. Right, I know. Hey, look at that,” Ronan said.
    The two of them observed a beautiful woman standing by the garden section, attended by three male store workers. Her cart was full of tarps and hedge trimmers and various things that looked as if they might be easily weaponized. The men held shovels and flagpoles that didn’t fit in the cart. They seemed very eager to help.
    It was Piper Greenmantle. Adam said wryly, “She doesn’t strike me as your type.”
  • the part where Ronan pushes Adam around in the grocery cart and crashes them both into the BMW
  • the part where he breaks into Adam’s car to leave him lotion for his chapped hands, even after they’ve just fought.
  • “The scent of Cabeswater, all trees after rain, drifted past Adam, and he realized that while he’d been looking at Ronan, Ronan had been looking at him.”
  • “It was possible that there were two gods in this church.”
  • Ronan leaving Adam a mixtape titled:

“I have you, always.”

So Jesse’s first transformation wasn’t a bloody or terribly timed thing. They were super careful not to be near any towns, or in a publicly viewed place on the full moon. Hanzo stayed with him through the whole thing, which helped with Jesse being able to remember who he really was. (It also helped that McCree had valuable knowledge on werewolves from his hunting, and prepared for what to expect. Just in case Hanzo needed to pull the trigger, so it were)  It was fuzzy the first few times, but even if he wasn’t sure who this blue fella was, he felt safe with him. 

One of the things I love about red vs blue is its ability to humanize even the most vicious of soldiers.

The Reds and Blues? Strong fighters who are, at the same time, just as dorky and awkward as the viewers.

The Freelancers? Top notch soldiers who can survive getting shot in the throat 9 times but simultaneously make dick jokes and are just trying to work through years of trauma and war.

The Mercenaries? Assholes for sure. But they’ve got a history. You can understand why they did what they did.

The Federal Army of Chorus and the New Republic? They’re a special case. At first they just seem like dumb civilians who can’t fight for shit and have no capacity for war. But then they surprise you. And at the same time they so openly show their emotion.

The show is real. They aren’t your typical GI Joe fighters made of steel. They are real. They have feelings. It’s important.

How my brain works...

Replaying Portal 2: Okay Wheatley, we went over this. You weren’t supposed to hook yourself up this time. Now we gotta do this all over again.

Portal 2 Musical: Surely he’s learned his lesson this time. No? Aight cool…

Portal 2 Musical Remount: Okay different actor. Different show. Different Wheatley. This one’s a total cinammon roll, things will be different.


Repeats cycle.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran + V with a MC who has an 'emo-like' fashion ?? Facial piercings and black wardrobe vibes. tHaNkS a bUnCh

A/N: Y'all haven’t seen how I dress but this me a lot of the time ^^;; (Though when I went through this emo-phase back in high school I had blue hair and raccoon eyes but omG I MISS MY BLUE HAIR I WANT TO DYE IT BACK) I kind of went based off of things I would wear during this phase sooo;;; ~Admin 404


           -You were nicely dressed at the party so he really had no idea what your casual sense of style would be, but no matter what it was, he was sure it was gonna be cute!!

           -10/10 did not expect you to be wearing so much black and spikey… things

           -???? Is this the same MC??

           -Has nothing against it at all but? WOW not what he expected

           -You’re still the same MC!! Just…. in darker clothes and makeup than expected!!! Still loves you!!

           -“MC! Share some of your bracelets with mmmeeee!”


           -He also loves the splash of colour it gives your outfit!!!!

           -If you dye your hair he’s 500% for it because now you two can dye each other’s hair!!


           - you steal his leather jacket very often

           -But he loves it!!!

           -It’s very expressive! Completely accepts it!!

           -If you have a tongue or lip piercing he is fuCKING WEAK

           - THE BEAST, MC, THE BEAST!!!!!!

           -Ripped skinny jeans!!! Yes!!! Put them on!!! Y E S

           -Secretly loves the short vests you put on over loose tank tops

           -If he sees any black piece of jewelry, or a piece of clothing with a skull on it, he’s buying it for you


           -He knows you like black, but??? It’s so cute when the only splash of colour you put on is in your hair!




           -She’s really happy you express yourself but!!!

           -This is so not business professional MC that’s…the point, jaehee

           -Respects how well you can do your smokey eye makeup! skills, MC, skills

           -Paints your nails for you if you paint hers!

           - refuses to admit she checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -She does like your large sweaters and plaid over-shirts though!!!

           -Takes them to wear around the house and plays dumb when you ask her about them

           -“?? These aren’t yours. I’ve had them for years? Are you sure? I think you’re wrong. See, this plaid shirt is red, you wear all black. It can’t be yours!”


           - Listen here mr. bodyguard, I’m not a threat, I’m not a delinquent, I’m MC and I’m hERE TO SEE JUMIN HAN, JUMIN, LET ME IN!!!!!!

           -C H O K E R S

           -Surprised when you showed up at his penthouse in a corset-like dress???

           -Aren’t corsets meant to be more….lingerie-like???

           - what are you trying to say here mc

           -He actually really likes it, so long as you…. don’t wear so many spikes and chains and… black…. and take out the jewelry in your face when attending fancy parties

           -He tries so hard not to laugh when Elizabeth tries to play with your dangling chains hanging from your belts

           -10/10 Will buy you beanies with cat ears on them

           -Okay lets be real, he’ll buy you anything black that has anything related to a cat on it pls wear this for him MC

           -Likes when you wear high-heels with spikes all over them, they’re just so badass and he can’t help it?? But remember to be proper when needed, otherwise it’s all good MC




           -Can and will do your makeup for you

           -If you wear skinny jeans with rips in them, he’ll make sure his fingers are cold and poke your leg through them


           -Tries to see how many crosses he can put on your outfit until you tell him to stop

           -Loves giving you his hoodie because it’s so big and long and hey, it’s mostly black anyway!!

           -GALAXY CLOTHING!


           -Unnatural hair colours is an A+++++ for him!! Loves it!!!!


           -Oh my is that a nose piercing? How cute!!!

           -He’s okay with it but wow, it’s very expressive of you

           -Black, lacey dresses make him WEAK


           -Every time he sees you in any type of band merch, he asks you about them

           - secretly has a list written down somewhere about the bands you seem to like the most

           -Loves taking pictures of you because each picture shows different pieces of your personality because your outfit is always expressive

           -Unnatural hair colours are soooo pretty in different lights!!!! LET HIM TAKE PICTURES

           -You always seem to carry a backpack that’s 5 times too big for your body every time the two of you go out for photoshoots but you’re literally the cutest thing in the world

           -Seriously does not mind how you dress? It’s just a part of you, please be yourself, that’s all he asks of you


           -This little hoe likes to bite on your lip piercing and it’s like??? DON’T at least not in public okay

           -“MC, that’s my choker. No, it’s mine! I LITERALLY BOUGHT IT LAST WEEK, THAT ISN’T YOURS, YOURS IS ON THE DRESSER”

           -If you wear dark red shades or black lipstick, he dies and goes to heaven

           -He dyes his hair, so he wouldn’t mind if you did as well

           -Just to mess with you, he’ll pull your beanie down over your face

           - listen, asshole;;;;;; you’re ruining my makeup

           -Doesn’t even try to hide the fact he checks out your butt in your skinny jeans

           -You try to take his jacket but he ALWAYS catches you and takes it back

           -“Get your own! I’m wearing it!” “But I like it!” “THEN GET YOUR OWN I JUST SAID THAT”

           -Spike-Squad; no one gets close to you in fear of being poked by them lets be honest people avoid you all together because??? so much black tends to scare others

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(Y/n) is always happy and sometimes Harry can’t handle it.

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the coworkers au

for my people in the usa. don’t forget to breathe.

  • why?
  • the word is scrawled messily at the top left of the office bulletin board, written in long, sprawling strokes of gold sharpie. 
  • fareeha studies them for a moment before some sort of curiosity deep in her bones makes her uncap a pen and scribble a reply beneath it.
  • why not? she writes, and then walks on.
  • the next morning, she checks the bulletin board.
  • because i’m scared.
  • what are you afraid of?
  • lunch break.
  • i’m not sure. but i know one thing.
  • what’s that?
  • closing hours, when fareeha works too late and the clock strikes midnight and the lights dim. she rises, rubs her eyes, and decides that justice can wait till tomorrow.
  • she’s walking down the hall, toward the bulletin board, when suddenly there’s the faint sound of an argument from behind one of the doors, and she pauses.
  • the door reads ‘angela ziegler, m.d.’. fareeha knows her. 
  • she has gold hair and blue eyes and cares too much. 
  • this is the fifth night in a row she has stayed past midnight. fareeha wonders if she ever sleeps.
  • the voices grow heated behind the door, one of them marred by static and the tinny sound that comes from public-issued cell phones, until suddenly there is the splintering sound of something breaking and an angry huff.
  • fareeha dismisses her apprehension and knocks.
  • the door swings open a moment later. dr. ziegler looks surprised to see her.
  • ‘ms. amari!’ she says, eyebrows rising. ‘to what do i owe the pleasure of your company?’
  • ‘why, your seeming inability to rest, dr. ziegler.’
  • she flushes red at that, ducking her head. ‘i just- there’s so much work to do, and i- well, i suppose you know how it is, given that you’re still here as well.’
  • fareeha’s lips curl, amused. ‘doctor, i must protest. work will wait for tomorrow. you are the furthest from a prime example of healthy sleeping habits that i have ever seen.’
  • she goes even redder. ‘well- i- there’s a prototype that i need to-’
  • fareeha raises a finger, interrupts. ‘it will wait, dr. ziegler. take care of yourself.’
  • she sighs exaggeratedly, but her brow smoothes. ‘very well, ms. amari.’
  • ‘do call me fareeha, please.’
  • ‘fine, fareeha. i’ll leave. just give me five minutes and then i’ll go back home and sleep.’
  • ‘you promise?’
  • she smiles at that, exhausted blue eyes crinkling a little. ‘i promise.’
  • when fareeha walks to the bulletin board, there is another message in gold swooping script.
  • i know that i’m not afraid of you.
  • she leans down a little, writes in her neat, precise script,
  • and why is that?
  • she arrives the next morning at four am, an idea stuck insistently in her head, and glances at the bulletin board. to her surprise, there’s a message there. it’s simple, just three words.
  • you wrote back.
  • she tries to puzzle out exactly how it could have gotten there- after all, it’s four am, but gives up, scribbles what else would i do? below it, and nearly sprints to her spreadsheets, determined to follow up on this idea.
  • five hours later, fareeha has a new seventy-page policy on transactions with international tech corporations and a headache. she thunks her head into her hands and groans, shoving the computer away.
  • ‘sorry, fareeha, what was that about self care?’
  • ‘doctor?’
  • angela,’ she corrects with a smirk, and fareeha (slightly childishly) pouts at her.
  • ‘come on,’ angela says, hopping over and seating herself on fareeha’s neatly alphabetised spreadsheets. she’s grinning, looking considerably less exhausted. fareeha sighs in her general direction, trying halfheartedly to shoo her off, and gulps an entire cup of tea (the second pot today).
  • ‘you know,’ angela continues, ignoring her hands, ‘someone once told me something very wise.’
  • fareeha grunts.
  • ‘she told me to take care of myself. so that’s what we’re going to do.’
  • fareeha grunts again.
  • ‘we’re taking a break. get up.’
  • they walk and smile and talk and angela gets started on her new prototype, eyes lighting up, gesturing animatedly, and fareeha smiles at her and tingles a little and then angela blushes shyly, and tugs at her lapel and kisses her cheek and then disappears.
  • fareeha almost forgets to check the board. when she remembers, backtracking, the gold writer has scrawled a smiley face below her words, and a lopsided heart. fareeha grins.
  • she develops a schedule. write a message, flirt talk with angela, do some mildly productive work, talk with angela some more, write another message, do some more work, stress, email people, be rescued by angela, write another message, go home. this continues for months, and then it’s a year, and lena has stopped rolling her eyes when they walk by but instead has started unsubtly shoving angela in fareeha’s direction.
  • fareeha walks in one day and sees the bulletin board. it’s now completely covered in writing, the stuff of office legend. they would have a running bet in the breakroom, but literally everyone knows who they are.
  • at the very bottom right of the board, the gold writer has scribbled something. it’s a little bit smaller than the rest of their writing, hesitant almost, and fareeha’s heart thuds in her chest for a moment.
  • i love you.
  • she frowns, backs up, that seems a little, um, okay, she doesn’t know what to do, and so she walks, in quick strides, to angela ziegler’s office, because that’s what she always does, and when she pushes the door open angela greets her with a smile and a gold sharpie pinned to her lapel and- oh.
  • oh.
  • the pieces come together and angela seems to realise what’s happening, because her blue eyes widen and fareeha knows it’s not a coincidence and angela’s talking very quickly, hands blurring, explanations and apologies that stumble their way out of her mouth and
  • fareeha kisses her.

She was certain that the sky was blue and that the birds flew, but when it came to him, she never knew.

She was certain that roses were red and that violets were blue, but she was never sure he meant what he said; she didn’t know what he wanted to do.

She was certain that twelve in the morning was midnight, but she never knew where he focused his sight.

She was certain that she was in love, but she could never figure out if his heart felt the same shove.

She was certain of a lot of things, but she didn’t quite have him figured out. But, she supposed, that’s what love was all about.

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #120
teddy lupin headcanon

every single weasley family member adopted teddy as their own, not just harry. so anyways, since everyone just loves this blue haired cinnamon roll he is in ALL the weasleys christmas cards and every family takes him on vacation because he is every kid’s sibling and every adult’s child.

just imagine all the weasleys seeing what harry had to go through because he lost his parents and being so determined to make sure teddy doesn’t go through the same thing.

imagine hermiones parents getting her christmas card with her, ron, rose, hugo and teddy and her parents are like “wait tf that blue haired boy was in molly’s christmas card??? and harry’s?? what?”

gotta love teddy lupin

Her World in Ultraviolet

I don’t know why, but I’m a little obsessed with Bawson one shots right now. So, here’s a soulmate AU. Enjoy!

In a world of black and white, being a ballplayer wasn’t too bad. Dark gloves, bright balls, and gray bats were easy, especially when the sun was shining in her eyes and sweat was dampening the collar of her uniform and her job didn’t depend on what she thought red would feel, or how cold blue seemed.

When she was younger, baseball was the only thing she could rely on anyway. At first, she thought it was her parents and the love they had for one another. At least until the day she’d asked her mother to describe the color orange and she’d seen what panic was for the first time. Because the terror and confusion on her mother’s face as she scrambled for words that didn’t seem as knowing as they should, it became embarrassingly clear. Her dad loved baseball, and she was almost sure that he loved her and her brother, but he didn’t love her mother. They weren’t soul mates, and her entire existence was the byproduct of a failure. An anomaly. Two people destined for unhappiness, to a void that seven billion other people could’ve filled.

Her father chose to fill that void by foisting his dream onto her. Her mother chose to fill it with Kevin.

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July 25 - Made some changes on my wall and around my desk. I’m still not sure what to do with the blank space above my desk: leave it like this? Hang up some polaroid pictures? Lighting? Idk.. What are your thoughts? I want to leave things pretty and organized for when I get back.