of course everybody falls in love

scandal: season 6, episode 7, recap / review

review:   Olivia asks Huck to kill Rowan – but when Huck comes face to face with his old boss, Rowan tells Huck that he had to kill Frankie to protect the ppl he loves.   Rowan also tells Huck that a mole iz close to Olivia and they’ll kill her if anything goes wrong with putting Mellie Grant in the WH.   so who’s the mole?   of course, everybody iz a suspect.   so Huck pays a visit to Becky to learn how she got in his head?

for this whole episode, Kerry Washington only has about 5-minutes of screen-time.   smh.   and plot-twist surprise, it looks like the mole iz Huck’s new G/F ((but i think it’s Charlie)).   according to Olivia, ppl can’t change which means her father can never change or fall in love – but that also means that Huck can never change or fall in love either.   so Huck gets all confused and almost jabs a needle in his G/F’s neck.

then, in the last few minutes, Huck tells Olivia that she’s wrong.   according to Huck, Rowan iz under duress but Olivia won’t listen.   instead, Olivia sends Quinn to murder her father.   smh.   Olivia got it wrong, but that’s no big surprise.   anybody who’s actively helping Mellie get elected to the highest office in the land iz dead azz wrong.

plot-twist surprise, Huck finds surveillance footage that shows how Rowan was forced to kill Vargas.   anyhoo, Huck shows the footage to Olivia and Liv calls off the hit on her Dad.   HA!!   as if Quinn could ever kill Rowan?   and for the final twist, we find out the mole iz actually Huck’s G/F.   dammit, i thought it was Charlie.   meh, can’t win ‘em all.   back to Huck’s new G/F, she shoots Jennifer in the head, then puts two bullets into Huck.   and double plot-twist shocker, Abby told Huck’s G/F to kill Jennifer.

in general, it’s an OK episode.   i wasn’t bored – but i am sick to death of this election conspiracy.   next week, we see Election Night for the umpteenth-hundreth time – but from Abby’s POV.   meh, i’ll watch it.

the signs as stereotyical teen movie things
  • aries: the absolutely deadly, completely unrealistic fight to become prom queen (like really, who in real life cares that much about becoming prom queen??)
  • taurus: early-2000s punk rock music making up the entire soundtrack *cue all american reject's 'dirty little secret' playing*
  • gemini: the evil, blond head cheerleader learning to be a decent person at the end of the movie
  • cancer: everybody's completely oblivious parents
  • leo: a simple makeover magically turning the geeky loner girl into something worth everyone's attention
  • virgo: the jerk quarterback is acutally a sensitive, closet poet, but he hides it to make his father proud of him
  • libra: the jerk quarterback falls in love with the geeky loner girl (but only after her makeover, of course)
  • scorpio: some sort of dangerous bet or pact formed at the beginning of the movie ends up ruining everything by the end of the movie
  • sagittarius: "dude, my parents aren't home! let's throw a huge party, conveniently get our hands on a keg, and get totally wasted, bro!"
  • capricorn: the absolutely crazy teacher or principal who ends up embarrassing themselves in front of the whole school at the end of the movie
  • aquarius: the nerdy romantic guy falling in love with and winning over the popular head cheerleader (without any sort of makeover or transformation of his own, of course)
  • pisces: when the geeky loner girl finally figures out that she should have been dating her nerdy romantic best friend the entire time
Awake (Daryl Dixon imagine)

imagine: for different reasons, both yourself and Daryl find it very difficult to sleep. after developing a relationship you help each other to overcome this mutual problem. (1,796 words)

based on this request: ‘Please could you write an imagine where the reader has some sort of disorder meaning she hardly sleeps and daryl always seems to be awake too? And they bond and eventually manage to fall asleep together? love your writing and good luck at school :D’

an: ok so i didn’t really define a particular sleeping disorder here other than insomnia but i included some sleep related issues (possible TW) - gabby

Originally posted by thecrossbowintheforest

Back in Woodbury everybody’s watches and clocks were set to the exact same time. Of course, it wasn’t the definite time of day, but it was plausible and it made daily life a whole lot simpler. It made my evenings hell, though; I’d lay awake listening to the exasperating ticking of my bedroom clock, and couldn’t help but check the time. 3:00 AM became an ordinary hour for me; I’d be awake and sharpening my knives or reading a book until 4:00 when, if I was lucky, I’d eventually sleep. 

Arriving at the prison brought me a lot of relief,  not only because we had escaped the Governor but because there was an absence of clocks. Although I was still sleepless every night, I lay on my rock-hard cell mattress free from nagging thoughts such as “it’s 3:00 AM, you should be asleep”.

I’d always been an insomniac. However, it wasn’t so much that I couldn’t sleep, but more that I didn’t want to. As a kid I’d have night terrors more or less every night, to the point where my parents eventually ran out of therapists to send me to. It only got worse from there; the increasing frequency of sleep paralysis and false awakenings each night allowed me to come to terms with the fact that there were far scarier things than nightmares. Even after the world turned to shit, the fear I experienced when asleep was often more intense than when encountering walkers in reality.

During the early hours of the morning it became routine for me to try to exhaust myself by doing some light exercise in the prison courtyard. The air was still warm now that it was summertime, and the humidity did a good job of making me sleepy. 

One particular night after a hideous spell of sleep paralysis, I slipped quietly out of my cell and tiptoed down the stairs, holding my breath and freezing into place each time my boot clanged especially loudly against the metal. As I made my way past the row of cells full of my sleeping acquaintances I couldn’t help but envy them and the way they managed to fall asleep and remain that way until the morning. 

I inhaled the fresh air deeply as I let my eyes adjust to the dim moonlight of the courtyard and I was sure that I could sense a faint scent of cigarette smoke. Brushing off the thought, I tied my hair up and got to work doing jumping-jacks, beginning to yawn after only ten. 

“The hell are you doin’?” An amused voice drawled from the darkness, startling me as I lowered myself to the ground to start doing push-ups. I stood up quickly and brushed off my clothes, squinting into the shadows to make out the figure talking to me. I spied a small, circular orange glow and soon, after taking a step forward, a figure appeared, clad in leather and protectively bearing a crossbow.

“I’m working out,” I replied matter-of-factly, folding my arms across my chest.

“I can see that,” he said with a curt nod, dropping his cigarette and stamping it out. He took a couple of footsteps closer to me and sank to the floor, bringing out a cloth to polish his crossbow. With a sigh I flopped down next to him, too embarrassed to pursue my lame workout now that I knew he was watching.

“You’re Daryl, right?” I asked, unsettled by the uneasiness in the air.

“Yeah,” he replied, barely looking up from the weapon in his lap. “You’re from Woodbury.”

“Sure am,” I breathed, leaning my head back to meet the cool brick wall we were sat against. “Why’re you awake at like, 2:00 AM?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Daryl’s voice was a snappy and I felt slightly intimidated by his harsh tone. 

“I prefer being awake to sleeping.” I replied, “What’s on your mind?”

“What makes you think I’d go tellin’ you? You ain’t even told me your name.”

“Y/N,” I informed him, unfolding my legs and stretching to touch my toes. “And you should tell me because I’m the only other loser awake at stupid o’clock to listen to you.”

Daryl nibbled on the inside of his cheek for a while; I subtly glanced at him from my stretching pose and studied his nervous expression. 

“My brother turned,” he mumbled quietly, shuffling to accommodate for a more comfortable position, his legs now tucked up towards his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” I sat up and looked intently at him; the light was scarce but the white moonlight managed to illuminate the parts of his face that weren’t covered by his dark hair. The light bounced off of his cheekbones and his grey-blue eyes, instantly strengthening my curiosity towards him. “Wanna talk about him?”

“Nah,” he sighed, lighting up another cigarette.  “How ‘bout you tell me why you ain’t sleepin’.”

“Like I said, I prefer being awake. Trying to sleep sucks, especially when I wake up to sleep paralysis or false awakenings.”

“Uh, sleep what?” Daryl asked, furrowing his brows as he exhaled a huge cloud of grey smoke. As I watched it swirl around and eventually disappear into the humid air, I caught sight of a glimmer of orange on the horizon.

“Paralysis,” I repeated. “It’s where your mind wakes up but your body doesn’t. So you’re like, trapped in a sleeping body. Fucking weird.”

“Sounds it,” was all Daryl had to say on the matter, and as I had no intention of discussing my problems any further, our conversation fizzled out. Instead, our attention was focused on the sky above us, the star speckled monochrome slowly transforming into a palette of oranges and pinks as the sun began to wake up. I was too engrossed in the beauty of the sky to notice that Daryl was staring at me, and too embarrassed to glance back at him once I’d realised. Instead, I faked a yawn and trudged back inside to collapse on my bed and fall into a dull, short sleep.

It was funny; Daryl and I never spoke in the daytime, and I’m sure no one was even aware of the fact that we knew each other, but each evening we became progressively closer, revealing more and more about our personal lives. I’d tell him of my recurring nightmares and he’d tell me of how he couldn’t shake the image of his brother as a walker out of his head. I’d watch him smoke whole packets of cigarettes while I’d work out and he’d unwillingly hold my feet down while I did sit-ups; he was quite possibly the world’s most unenthusiastic cheerleader. 

It became a competition to see who’d arrive at the courtyard first, the loser being the person who’d given up on sleep soonest. Another competition of ours was to see who could spot the first glimpse of the sun; we’d sit against the same spot of wall and wait patiently for the sky to blend into colourful hues before reluctantly heading back into our cells to force ourselves to sleep for at least a couple of hours. I’d lay awake in my cell with a grin on my face, and creeping into sleep became increasingly easier following each courtyard meeting.

“So then Merle grabs this prick and throws him into the river,” Daryl chuckled, reciting a story from his past that I hadn’t yet heard. He’d started talking about his brother more lately, and I could see that it helped. A sharp nudge from Daryl helped me to realise I’d failed to laugh at the amusing twist to his story that I’d forgotten to listen to.

“That’s hilarious,” I laughed falsely, stifling a yawn. My eyes filled with tired tears and stung a little; rubbing at them with my fists only made them sting more. 

“You even listenin’?” Daryl asked, to which I nodded exaggeratedly.

“Of course, carry on,” I encouraged, looking to the sky for some sort of indication of what time it was. Only constellations stared back at me, and I found it hard to believe that I was so exhausted already, especially as I’d skipped my workout tonight. I’d never felt so sleep deprived in my entire life as an insomniac.

“Alright, so then we realise this guy ain’t a strong swimmer and at first it’s funny but…” Daryl’s excited voice was incredibly soothing to listen to, and I daringly let my eyes close shut for ‘just a second’, unaware of the fact that my head was slowly falling onto Daryl’s shoulder.

Before I knew it I was being carried indoors, two strong arms wrapped around my weary body and the smell of cigarettes lingering on the shirt my face was buried into. 

“Daryl?” I asked, opening one eye a fraction to admire his face. I was half asleep and rather confused about the situation, but glad of his presence. 

“Am I that uninterestin’, Y/N?” Daryl grinned, closing the door behind him as we entered the cell blocks. “My story bored you to sleep.”

Somehow, despite my delirium, I managed to direct Daryl to my cell and he placed me gently onto my bed, pulling the thin covers up over me. I watched as he made to leave and made a strangled noise of disapproval, willing him back to my bedside. 

“Are you tired too?” I asked in an almost inaudible mumble, my voice muffled by the pillow my spinning head was glad of. 

“Sorta,” Daryl responded, followed by a small yelp of surprise caused by me tugging on his arm. I yanked him onto my bed and held open the covers for him to join me; the faint blush on his face only made me smile more. 

“Come on, Daryl, let’s spoon,” I pleaded, giggling quietly.

“Spoon?” Daryl asked, visibly confused by my use of verb. He tried and failed to mask the smirk on his face. “The hell you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Lemme demonstrate.” I eventually persuaded Daryl to lay on his side facing away from me and I let my arm snake around his waist, my face nuzzling into the back of his neck. “See, you’re the little spoon, I’m the big spoon.”

Soon enough the two of us were drifting into sleep, and there was an unfamiliar absence of fear as I accepted that I was slipping into unconsciousness. For the first night in years, I had pleasant dreams, I didn’t experience any paralysis, and I didn’t wake up copious amounts of times.

Well, except for the couple of occasions where Daryl’s loud snoring awakened me.


He was staring at her, again. Why is he so interested in her? She’s nothing compared to him, the handsome pure-blood and son of Lucius Malfoy. During all those years at Hogwarts, he had never paid attention to her. Why things changed? She was so inferior, so mudblood, so… beautiful, amazing, smart, funny… irresistible. What was that glowing heat inside him every time his light blue eyes landed on her? What was that pain, that lovely pain in his stomach every time her shoulder slightly brushed against his in the hallway? What was that feeling of strength when she looked at him, even for a second? Is it what everybody calls love? It couldn’t be that, it was impossible. He couldn’t fall in love with a mudblood. Right?

Draco Malfoy || Harry Potter || Not my gifs || Requested by the lovely @blakeswerecoyote

I really hope you like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think about it and of course, if you have any more request, I will do it with pleasure!

What if johnlock becoming canon changes Sherlock Holmes stories forever? What if adaptations where Holmes falls in love with a woman are hereafter considered laughable straightwashing? What if queerness becomes an essential part of Sherlock Holmes forever? What if everybody sees that Holmes and Watson are made to be together? What if after this, they’re always depicted as a couple as just a quiet matter of course? What if they’re held up as one of the greatest depictions of love in literature? What if we’re seeing something historic?

20 somethings//the older i get, the less i know [a playlist]

love me/the 1975 || sofa song/the kooks || a new england/billy bragg || kids/childish gambino || still take you home/arctic monkeys || bad blood/bastille || there’s always someone cooler than you/ben folds || no. 1 party anthem/arctic monkeys || the lazy song/bruno mars || naïve/the kooks || all over/cruisr || inbetween days/the cure || unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed/david bowie || shores of california/dresden dolls || everyday i write the book/elvis costello and the attractions || young volcanoes/fall out boy || whistle for the choir/the fratellis || at least i’m not as sad (as i used to be)/fun. || cassy o’/george ezra || someone new/hozier || community college/jan dulay || blame game/kanye west feat. john legend || i like you better when you’re not around/kate miller-heidki || i don’t care/fall out boy || sister/kate nash || sexotheque/la roux || ribs/lorde || sex yeah/marina and the diamonds || i’m not okay (i promise)/my chemical romance || dear god please help me/morrissey || don’t you want to share the guilt/kate nash || walk of shame/p!nk || the love club/lorde || campus/vampire weekend || are you satisfied?/marina and the diamonds || are you fucking kidding me?/kate miller-heidki || we hate it when our friends come successful/morrissey || i think ur a contra/vampire weekend || heaven knows i’m miserable now/the smiths || sex/the 1975

thewalkingwho  asked:

glenn of course :-)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: tbh, everything about him is perfect, but i really liked how he cared for everybody and symbolized hope 
worst quality: he can be pretty hotheaded as shown in s3 when he got back to prison after being captured by the governor and wanted to go to woodbury and kill him which would most probably result in his death
ship them with: maggie
brotp them with: rick
needs to stay away from: negan, baseball bats, daryl
misc. thoughts: he is the purest character ever

Why has nobody written the Bucky/T’Challa marriage of convenience fic yet? Everybody’s howling for the Winter Soldier’s head, but it turns out that through (much less dubious than I feel it should be) legal loopholes, the spouse of the ruler of Wakanda also gets immunity. 

Of course, neither of them really wants to get married, but there aren’t really a lot of viable options for Bucky here. So he says yes, and becomes the most unusual prince consort Wakanda’s had. Shenanigans and falling in love ensue.


So yeaaah, ITS COMING! Fruitloopery! Its….. i have no idea what it is, but its bloody, its weird and its steampunk with monsters and laser blasters and a bunch of weird things in jars, because that’s what i like to draw.

Arley is a paranormal investigator with an … exceptionally strong interest in anything weird and, well, paranormal. He’s pretty good at what he’s doing, but of course everybody thinks he’s just nuts - they’re not completely wrong tho. I made him look cool here, but actually, he falls in love too easy - usually with the wrong thing person.

Maxie just wants a Phd, but, since she’s a woman, the university passes her off to Arley in hopes to get rid of her. Unfortunately for them, it turns out she’s pretty good at kicking demon asses and she and Arely become total besties.

But not even Maxie knows that Arley’s curiosity got him into trouble and now he’s stuck with a big, ugly secret.

Disclaimer: i came up with this whole thing in one day. its not even gonna be as good as you think.

you know what’s amazing about outlander.. is that it’s a show that’s specifically aimed at a female audience but doesn’t focus on stereotypical aspects of shows for women. of course you have the romance and the hot guy she falls in love with and the love triangle. but there’s also blood, there’s gore, there’s violence, there’s politics. there’s sex scenes which are obviously shot in a way to look pleasing to (heterosexual) women. i can’t think of another fantasy/historical drama that’s written for a female audience with so much depth and complexity and realism and i am just so happy this show exists.

Being the dog trainer for the Hey Everybody video shoot and having to deal with Calum’s constant need to be holding one of the dogs. You hand him the most moody and overal unfriendly of the dogs hoping he might get pt off but you end up annoyed when he get’s the dog to fall in love with him. It bites the other boys and even you sometimes which makes him laugh but you fight back telling him “Of course it likes you, dogs are often drawn to their own kind”

Submit for sgfg blurb night

"Hiding behind a mask" (closed)

Trouble had snuck out… Again. God her father was going to kill her when he got ahold of her but she hated the way the nobles celebrated the new years. So, she snuck out the walk through the squares while the citizens danced and played music throughout the streets, artist were selling the most beautiful paintings, smells of wonderful food were drifting through the air and Allikay couldn’t help but fall in love. Of course she had snuck out early enough so that she would have enough time to sneak into the castle, change into her ball gown and mask, and then join her family at the right moment, but… For just this moment she was dressed in a plain green dress with a black corset and her hair in a bun, just like everybody else, truly enjoying it… Until her moment was ended by bumping into male she didnt see, Who in hindsight was fairly hard to miss. She froze in fear, realizing she had bumped into another noble, praying she wouldn’t be recognized as she sputtered out apologies.