okay now look at that

okay so today I was supposed to go to the doctor’s to try and tell him I think I have depression BUT my sister in law just gave birth???? she was due in june so this is very vERY early and we’re all super anxious even if he looks okay for now but you know… please send good vibes his way!

fueledbyvinyl  asked:

What do you think of Carrie's face at the end of the last episode? It's like she was blown away by Quinn, in a way (I think) 'Oh my baby is back for real now??' Okay I'm reaching

LOL she just looked really worried to me, like “What does it all mean?” And “What do I do now?” And “Am I going to have to tackle Quinn again if he tries to fire that gun?” That type of stuff.

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I’m well acquainted with v i l l a i n s that live in my bed
They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m d e a d

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*drops off doodles of the kiddos*

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.

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Isak season 3 + hostile_goose tweets

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“had i read sterne more and voltaire less, i should have known the world was wide enough for hamilton and me.” - aaron burr

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Neil tried to piece it all together, but the more he pushed, the faster it fell apart. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think. It could be a lie, but Neil knew it wasn’t. Andrew was a lot of unpleasant things, but a pathological liar wasn’t one of them.

LET’S BE FRIENDS

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“STANLEY YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”

Tbh I don’t think Mabel would be such a problem when it comes to bath time, Dipper on the other hand…

the shot you wanted (zimbits, 6k)

This fic started out as a drabble in response to @iwantakokokringle’s request for a “zimbits zoo meetcute”. 6000 words later and here we are…



“He’s late,” Bitty grumbled as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to spot the photographer in the swarm of students around them. His search was a little hindered in that he wasn’t sure who he was looking for exactly. He had only corresponded with the Daily’s photographer Brian over email and Brian’s student ID picture left a lot to be desired in identification purposes.

Next to him, Trina shrugged as she leaned over the card table they had set up to be their ticket booth for the weekend. The poster board that they had decorated to proclaim loudly “SAMWELL DANCE PRESENTS THE PETTING ZOO! ADMISSION 3 TICKETS” flapped in the wind as she taped it a little more securely to the table.

Just then, he spotted a tall dark-haired guy with a camera slung around his neck through the crowd. The guy was taller than Bitty would have guessed based on his student ID picture and a lot better looking, but the heavy-duty camera and the slightly lost look on his face as he scanned the crowd seemed like pretty good indicators. This was Brian at last. Bitty waited another minute as Brian looked around the crowd and with a roll of his eyes, he plunged into the crowd to retrieve the photographer. He had things to do this afternoon that did not include waiting around for the Daily’s errant photographer after all.

“For God’s sake,” Bitty said to himself as he dodged a gaggle of girls to land himself in front of the photographer. He still hadn’t managed to catch Brian’s attention until he reached out and grabbed his arm. Brian looked down at him, clearly startled, and frowned. Bitty immediately took his hand back and cleared his throat. “You’re looking for the petting zoo, right?” he asked.

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