one year ago i saw you for the first time

sarahmgellar: “20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20

xeylah  asked:

Amalas!!! I love your mermaid au, it's so beautiful!!!! Will you share some headcanons about it if you have any? 🙏

I DO HAVE HCS!!
Although my hcs really differ from the drawings, which were mainly for aesthetic reasons and don’t have a story behind them.
‘Cause for my hcs Iwaizumi is the merman and not Oikawa

  • Oikawa is a marine biologist who almost every day goes out to the sea with his little boat to do research and collect data for his thesis.
  • During one of those trips he sees merman Iwaizumi for the first time.
    - Humans know about merfolk and hundreds of years ago they even lived in peace, communicated with each other and saw each other often.
  • But times has changed and know merpeople mostly stay away from humans and Oikawa doesn’t know much about them.
  • He is really excited to see Iwa. 
  • Iwaizumi is really curious about humans and their world. Sometimes he hides under their piers and watches them and listens to their conversations but never shows himself.
  • But he found interest in this young researcher who comes out on his boat almost every day. Iwaizumi still keeps his distant but he shows up more often and shows himself and greets Oikawa from afar.
  • One day Oikawa gets caught up in a storm and he and his boat turn turtle.
  • Iwaizumi rushes over and wants to save Oikawa but he doesn’t quite understand human nature and due his try to rescue Oikawa from the danger of the sinking boat he dives too deep and stays too long under water and almost drowns Oikawa.
  • Oikawa starts to kick and falls into panic. He can’t breath!! Is this merman going to drown him? His he dangerous?
  • Iwaizumi first doesn’t understand Oikawa’s behavior and struggle and tries to calm him.
  • Oikawa gets weak he falls limb and now it’s Iwaizumi’s part to panic.
  • And it clicks! He remembers old tales his grandparents told him, from humans that can’t breath underwater but that a mermaids kiss can make them breath underwater for some time.
  • He has nothing to lose so he tries and it works.
  • He brings Oikawa to a safe place from where Oikawa is able to get on land. Iwaizumi stays hidden behind some rocks and watches until Oikawa gets pick up by the coast guard and gets help.
  • Oikawa is scared and shocked after this. He lost his boat, his laptop, his equipment and some of his data.
  • Some days later when he feels fit again he goes to his pier where his boat used to be located and right there at his pier spot he finds his old laptop. Damaged by water and with a broken lid but somehow it made its way from the ground of the sea to his pier.
  • The next days Oikawa finds more of his drowned belongings at the pier
  • Iwaizumi still feels guilty and roams the sea ground to pick up what he can find from Oikawa’s boat and belongings.
  • Sometimes it’s not Oikawa’s stuff but some human things Iwaizumi found at the ground and thought this could be Oikawa’s.
  • It’s weeks later when Oikawa could finally borrow another boat and start is research again. He still thinks about the merman and hopes to see him again.
  • By now he knows the merman wasn’t to drown but to rescue him
  • And yes, the merman shows up again. More shy than usual but Oiakwa waves him over and shows him with gestures that it’s fine to come over
  • Iwaizumi understand a little human but barely speaks it as he never learned how but he is able to learn it. So Oikawa gives him some lessons.
  • Iwaizumi picked up some words while observing the fishermen down at the piers but some words he picked up wrong or in the wrong context. For Oikawa it’s really fun to hear
  • Their first weeks of communication is mostly gestures, mimics and pointing at things.
  • They meet more often every time Oikawa is out with his boat and develop a friendship

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.

The Psychology of Logan

Logan is the perfect movie. If you have not seen it and have plans to, please, read no further. Stop right now. Go into the movie without any spoilers from me. Then by all means, come back and read.

If you have already seen it, or for some reason do not plan to see it and still want to read on, then you may proceed.

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Deal and Tease

request: omg hi bb!! could u possibly do a remus x reader imagine where they are making out and then james, sirius, peter and frank catch them and no one will stop teasing remus? ily !! <333

yay i love remus w all my heart so this will be fun, ly2!! 

All the Gryffindors were either watching Ravenclaw v Slytherin at the Quidditch game, hanging out in Hogsmeade or doing homework. It was a rare occasion that every single Gryffindor was out of the dormitory. It was just you and Remus, talking about whatever stories sparked up from different topics. 

“I totally think Ravenclaw is going to win today. Have you seen Lucinda Talkalot’s skills as Keeper? She’s incredible!” Remus exclaimed, breaking off another piece of the chocolate bar you two were sharing. He threw the bar in the space between you two on the couch, as you both were sitting cross-legged on opposite ends of the sofa. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the chocolate bar. “Jackson Flint is the best Seeker Slytherin has see in like a decade! That’s got to amount for something!” 

This caused Remus to let out a bark like laugh, causing you to cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna make this a bet, (Y/L/N)?” He offered, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows. 

“Fine. If I win, you do my Potions homework for a week, and if you win?” You answered.

“If I win…” He hesitated, “You have to do whatever favors I ask of you.” 

You let out a huff and bit the inside of your lip. “Deal.” You reached your hand out and he shook it. As you pulled back, both of you hit the chocolate bar and watched as it fell to the floor. 

You bent to the floor, the same time he did and both happened to grab it. You looked at him and giggled lightly as you both were bent over, faces inches apart. 

He looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes and you looked deep into his. Everything felt right and he must’ve felt the same way because he leaned in at the same time you did. 

Both of your lips touched and everything felt like it was landing in place and that his warm lips were made for yours. Your hands slowly came up to his neck and to the back of his head where you ran your hands through his hair. One of his hands laid itself on your waist and the other cupped your face softly. Neither of you pulled away and the both of you were happy about it. You felt safe as he held you there. 

Although, neither of you heard the portrait open. 

You heard someone cat whistle and both of you pulled apart quickly and looked in the direction it came from. 

“Ohhhh, Mr. Moony found himself a Mrs!” James exclaimed, smiling so wide his cheeks probably hurt as he elbowed Sirius in the ribs lightly. Frank put his scarf and jacket on one of the chairs and started making kiss-y noises before laughing as well as the other boys. 

“Lads…” Remus said as his face turned completely red and he shifted uncomfortably. You on the other hand, were blushing furiously and giggled nervously. You took his left hand in your right and gave it little squeezes. 

“Y’know,” Sirius said as he plopped down in between you two on the sofa and put his arms around both of you, “I always knew you two would end up together, we all did actually, isn’t that right Wormtail?” 

Peter nodded, laughing, “We probably saw it from the first day of school. Five years ago.”

“It was about time, really.” Frank mentioned while sitting down on one of the seats. 

“I’m just so happy that our little Moons found himself girl.” James mentioned, laughing. 

“I’m so going to kill all four of you later…” Remus muttered through gritted teeth as he ran his hands over his face in embarrassment. 

“By the way, Slytherin won.” Frank brought up. 

“Have fun doing my Potions homework Remus.” You smiled and winked at him as you got up and went upstairs to your dorm.

this was actually so much fun to write omg xxx

Hair Dye

Scenario: I hope you don’t dye your hair anymore because I really like this shade in my eyes and wow okay here you go again.

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate AU (in which your eyes change colors when your soulmate dyes their hair)

Word Count: 2,058

Author’s Note: This is my first BTS scenario. I told myself I wasn’t going to do this again, because I used to write on Wattpad for 1D, but here I am. Inspired by one of the many ideas on here. I hope you enjoy it ♡

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You noticed your eyes shift colors for the first time four years ago. You were brushing your teeth when you saw it happen in a matter of seconds. Looking closer in the mirror, your natural color was gone, and a light brown had replaced it.

You ran out to where your parents were, tears streaming down your face. You thought you were losing your mind and wanted to know what was happening.

With a chuckle, your father pulled you onto the cushion next to him on the couch while your mother sat on the other side of you.

That was when you learned about soulmates.

Although it doesn’t happen to everyone, your eye color changes whenever your soulmate dyes their hair. Once their hair fades back to the natural color, so would your eyes. Usually, people dye their hair a crazy color to find their soulmate easier, while others would rather wait and see if they can find their soulmate without any help.

Your parents realized they were soulmates a year after they met. They were in love, but weren’t sure if they were with the right person. So, they went down to a corner store to buy cheap hair dye and went back to their apartment. They dyed each other’s hair and watched as both of their eyes changed colors.

Your tears dried up after realizing that this was happening to you.

To say you were relieved would be an understatement. You were happy to know that your soulmate was alive and thriving, but most of all, you were glad they decided to go with a natural color.

You spoke too soon.

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It Started With...

Summary: Request: Doyoung Soulmate!AU, in which you really want to meet him, but accidentally panic when you do. College!AU

Idol: Doyoung of NCT

Word Count: 1182

Warnings: None

Before you had ever met your soulmate, he had made you laugh. Every time you looked at your wrist, where his first words to you were forever imprinted, you would laugh. Every time someone new came into your life and saw your wrist, they would question under what circumstances the two of you would meet.

Especially when you were younger, when his words made sense to no one since the trend wasn’t in then. His first words exactly?

“It’s not lit, fam.”

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I Have Questions

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Word Count: 1.352
Genre: Angst

A/N: This is a short scenario I have quickly written. I got highly inspired by I Have Questions by Camila Cabello, and as soon as I heard that song I put it on replay and wrote this. I finish my final exams next week and I have a couple of scenarios already planned, so yeah… Wish me good luck haha. Hope you like this, I know is short and not the best thing ever but I had to write it :)


“Jungkook,

I have questions for you.

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Two Worlds Pt. 1: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton’s Sister Reader

In collaboration with: @desperatepenguin722 who has been doing amazing ask Ham’s every weekend. Love you!

Word Count: 1317

A/N: In this story, you’re Alexander Hamilton’s sister, a freshman at the same college that your brother attends. I’m really proud of this one. I hope you like it!


Your first day of college was something you had been waiting for since your first day of high school, four years ago. The day you got your acceptance letter to Columbia University was such a blessing. You screamed when you saw the letter and rushed inside to call your brother.

You carried the family name of Hamilton and, because of your brother, that name had a lot of stock behind it. Alex passed every class with flying colors. Every time you walked in the classroom, the first question they asked was, ‘Is your brother Alexander Hamilton?’ You always replied ‘yes’ with a sigh.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your brother. You adored him. Maybe you were jealous of him sometimes, but you would never admit that. He was your number one cheerleader and sometimes even your best friend. So, when you called Alex with your acceptance, he was even more excited than you were. You knew that it was mostly because he went to Columbia as well and this gave him a chance to look after you again, which was something he loved. He was overbearing and overportective, but sometimes it was sweet.

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Please Don’t Say Goodbye (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Summary: Philip lets you know of the duel he has challenged George Eacker too, and you beg him not to go. However, he still goes and promises you that he will come back. Will your true love return to you, or will you live without him for the rest of your life?

Warnings: Mentions of death and sadness/angst.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2075

A/N: So I know there are many stories like this, but I thought I would add my own version to the mix. While it was interesting to write this, it was heartbreaking. However, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think of my writing. I love to hear from you guys! Also, thank you so much for all of your support! In the past few days I’ve felt so welcomed on Tumblr, so thank you.

When you had first met Philip Hamilton at the Hamilton’s Winter Ball, you knew your life would change for the better with this man in it. Just as so many people agreed, Phillip resembled his father in a number of ways: he was handsome (and knew it), extremely intelligent, and not to mention he met his true love just like his father.

You had just been standing off to the side of the ballroom, when Philip approached you. He introduced himself, kissed your hand, and asked if you would grant him the honor of allowing him to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room. Blushing, but accepting, you took his arm and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Soon, you two found yourself dancing the night away, and growing closer with each passing song.

The time finally came for the night to end, and you were disappointed because you did not want to let go of the wonderful man you had found. Luckily, Philip felt the same connection and asked if he could write to you. For a few weeks after the ball, you and Philip corresponded back and forth, falling in love with the other more and more with every new letter you received.

Your courtship finally began after a month or so of writing letters; both his family and yours thought highly of your relationship. Just as before, each new day brought something new to share with the other, and some new way to fall even more in love than the day before.

Not long after your courtship began with Philip, you realized how much of a passionate and protective person he was, particularly towards you. While it was  romantic at times to see how much he really cared for you, it also caused you to worry for your courter. Philip would get into many fights with a Mr. George Eacker, and you would always worry he would do some idiotic.

Unfortunately, your prediction came true.

The trouble all started one day as you sat waiting in the park for Philip. You had agreed to meet at two o’clock, but he was well over thirty minutes late. Suddenly, an angry looking Philip came storming through the park, headed in your direction. You instantly stood up looking to comfort him, and asked why he was so upset.

“It’s all George Eacker’s fault. He was being more of an ass than usual.” Philip seethed, trying to calm down for your sake.

Laughing gently, you chided him for his remarks and intertwined your hand with his and led him for a calming walk around the park. Philip and George were never on good terms (similar to Alexander and Jefferson, adding to the list of similarities between father and son), but you were never worried. It was all just talk and no show. That was until now.

Philip still seemed to be rather tense as the two of you walked around the park, so you decided to pry even further.

“Philip, please be honest with me. What did George Eacker do this time?”

Sighing and running his hand over his face, Philip started to explain. “I was walking by him when I saw him talking to a group of men, but I was minding my own business and tried to walk away. Then, I heard him disrespecting my father’s name, he was still trying to hold the Reynold’s Pamphlet against him.” Philip described.

You rolled your eyes at Eacker’s actions, but hugged Philip. You knew he was still upset by what his father did, but he still respected him, and would always try to defend his honor.

Before you could try and tell Philip to just ignore Eacker, he continued. “And on top of that, once he saw me, he suggested I was just like my father. That I would do the same thing with the w-whore girl I was courting.” he finished, whispering the last part.

As you reached your hand towards Philip’s face to comfort him, he took ahold of your arms and looked down at you apologetically. Confused, you titled your head to the side, and tried to figure out what Philip had down. He only ever looked at you like that when he did something wrong.

The worst thoughts running through your mind, a look of horror etched itself on your face. “Philip, what did you do to protect your father’s name?” you inquired, nervous for the answer, your voice quivering slightly.

“I challenged him to a duel.” Philip answered honestly, although his voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and you could feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Why, Philip? Why would you do this?” you pleaded with him, looking up at him with a miserable look on your face.

“I had to! I had to protect my father’s honor, and I had to protect you honor.” he admitted, whispering the last part.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a strong, protective hug. You buried face into his chest, and he could feel your shoulders shaking up and down as you sobbed.

“Please, please don’t go.” you begged. “We both know that George Eacker is not a man of honor, and he will forfeit all rules of a duel.” you continued, trying to convince Philip to not go through with his plan.

“I must go now, I have already challenged him, and to back out now would give him more to talk about. Tomorrow morning, I will row across the Hudson, shoot my gun in the air like my father advised me to, and come back safe and sound to you.” Philip vowed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. “Your father knows about the duel and is encouraging it?” you shrieked, now fully stepping away from Philip.

“He is, but please lets not talk about this anymore. Let us spend this afternoon like we originally planned.” Philip said, linking his arm with yours again.

As he tried to pull you away, you stood your ground, still looking angry. “So your saying, there is nothing I can do to convince you to stay away from this duel?” you asked, in a last attempt to protect the man you loved.

“No, but do you want to know what  my motivation is for coming back?” he asked, and when you didn’t answer, he continued. “The moment I came back, alive and well, from that duel, I am going to ask your father for your hand.” he confessed.

A shocked, yet pleased, smile stretched across your face. You stared into his eyes and saw the love he held for you in them. For the afternoon, you decided to forget about the danger Philip would soon be in and enjoy your date.

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Thailand // Conor Maynard

Requested by @ssweetmadnessx – Conor and Y/N go to Thailand for their 5-year anniversary and Conor proposes to you.

In exactly 3 days you would have been dating Conor for 5 years, 5 amazing years that you wouldn’t swap for the world, and for your anniversary Conor had surprised you with a trip to Thailand. It was currently 4 am and you were walking through the airport waiting for your flight, gripping Conor’s hand tightly to make sure you didn’t get lost like last time you flew somewhere with him.

“I can’t wait to go to the beach, I even packed my bikini in my bag so we don’t have to unpack our suitcases we can just go straight away,” you rambled excitedly to Conor telling him everything you wanted to do while you were there.

“Steady on, we’re not even on the plane yet” Conor chuckled at your behaviour and kissed your cheek sweetly.

Today was your anniversary and so far, you’d had the best day with Conor. He woke you up with an amazing breakfast in bed and you’d spent the rest of the day walking around the local shops and just chilling, it’d been perfect. Although Conor had seemed a bit odd all day, well since you’d got to Thailand really, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

You were currently getting ready to go out for dinner, Conor had refused to tell you where you were going but he’d insisted that you’d love it. Applying a final coat of lip stick you turned to Conor who was sat patiently waiting on the bed. “Ready,” you stated with a smile and giggled when he stood up cheering.

“You look beautiful,” he told you sweetly and kissed your cheek before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the hotel room.

“Are you all right Con?” You asked as you allowed him to lead you along the streets.

“Huh, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied anxiously, his slightly clammy palm gripping yours tighter.

“I don’t know, you just seem kind of nervous”

“you worry too much, I’m fine,” you sensed that you weren’t going to get an honest answer so dropped it and walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence.

“Oh my god Conor, it’s perfect. I love you so much” you squealed as you saw where he was taking you.

You were at the beach again but this time there was a table set for two under the palm trees, which had fairy lights wrapped around their trunks, and there was candles in the sand surrounding the table.

“I’m glad you like it. I love you too Y/N, so much” he beamed at you and carried on walking towards the table. When you got there, he pulled out your chair for you to sit down and then took the seat opposite.

“How did you do all of this?” You asked him looking around to take in every single detail of your current surroundings.

“It’s a secret,” he replied winking at you.

Dinner had been lovely, Conor had ordered some local cuisine for both of you to try and it was absolutely delicious. You were now taking a stroll across the beach, you felt a pull on your hand making you realise that Conor had stopped walking so you turned around to face him.

Conor tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in close, “I love you, you know?” he whispered in your ear and then kissed your neck before moving back to look at you.

A huge smile graced your lips and you nodded in response, no matter how long you’d been together with this boy he still made your heart beat erratically and butterflies appear in your tummy.

“So, I’ve got something to ask you” Conor said, his voice laced with nerves which confused you. What could he possibly be asking you that would make him this nervous?

When you saw his hand reach into his pocket and he got down onto one knee everything slipped into place in your mind and your hands flew to your mouth in shock, “Conor!” you gasped, tears already falling from your eyes.

“Shhh,” in one hand he held a closed ring box and his other hand reached out for yours. “Ever since the first time I saw you 5 and a half years ago at my music video set I’ve believed that you’re the most amazing and beautiful girl in the world. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that I wanted to, no needed to get you know you better. Even if you refused to make that easy for me, it took me nearly 6 months of begging and hassling to get you to go on a date with me. And although it was a pity date because I’d broken my leg and you felt bad because it was you that pushed me down the stairs, look at us 5 years later branded as one of the UK’s power couples and madly in love.”

“I thought we’d agreed to forget the stairs incident,” You chuckled remembering the incident which resulted in Conor’s injury.

“Shut up, I’m being romantic here,” he stated making you giggle again. “A few weeks ago I was doing an interview and they asked what my plans were for the next few years, I knew they were asking me about my plans for my singing career but all I could think of was you and how I couldn’t see any of my future plans without you in them. That’s when I decided that I wanted to marry you, because without you I haven’t got a future. So, Y/F/N, will you marry me?” he asked finally opening the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen, but it wasn’t the ring you were interested in it was the amazing, talented, adorable boy knelt in front of you.

“Yes, yes, yes” you yelled and pulled him of the floor. You wasted no time in pulling him in to a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him tightly to get as close as possible. “I love you so, so much,” you mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away and slipped the ring on your finger then pulled you straight back in for another kiss. It was safe to say your 5 year anniversary was one of the best days of your life.

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I’ve been on an Elvis Presley kick lately…sue me. ;)

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The first time Jensen ever saw you, you were making your way to set with your headphones in, turned all the way up. He could faintly hear the sounds of Elvis Presley and he knew then that he needed to talk to you. He hadn’t gotten the chance that day, but the next day, he had gone to your trailer to walk you to set and yet again he could hear the loud music coming from the inside…this time Heartbreak Hotel. He smiled to himself and decided that it wasn’t right for him to walk in on you like that.

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Jikook hc: Jimin and Jungkook are best friends &have been since early childhood, they love to hang out with eachother. That all changed however when Jimin stopped texting, ringing or visiting Jungkook six months ago. Jk tries to visit him everyday but mrs park always tells him 'he's resting dear, maybe tomorrow' he becomes heartbroken and not only wants answers but wants to see his beautiful hyung's face. Will Jungkook find out what's wrong with Jimin? Or will he remain clueless & heartbroken?

i’m changing it……as usual lmao. instead of six months it’s gonna be like five years….i hope that okay lmao. for reference the main part of the story jungkook is 20 and jimin is 22. i’ll indicate flashbacks with italics or some shit. okay so warnings: angsty, kind of spicy, REALLY AWKWARD ENDING. i’m sorry i didn’t know how to write the last line so i just word vomitted there. hope you can forgive me.

+ “jungkook get up lazy ass!!” taehyung yelled, tossing his bag at jungkook’s head. this is not his ideal way to wake up. his best friend’s voice was loud enough without him raising it and honestly he really shouldn’t be throwing gucci anyways. 

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UT/UF Sans sits next to a cute Crush on the bus who wears ear buds all the time. As time goes by, they end up passing little notes to each other, growing closer and closer. One day, Crush offers their earbuds to the skell to show what kind of music they're listening to. There's no music. Crush is deaf and wears earbuds to kind of hide it. (I was thinking about a video I saw years ago when I read the bus ask hhh)

Ok so I googled deaf girl earphones notes lol, and I think I found the video you were talking about. It’s this one: https://youtu.be/QyB_U9vn6Wk

if anyone is interested.

Also this turned into a small one shot


UT!Sans: The first time you two interact is the first day he’s on the bus. He’s not completely sure where his stop is and his phone is dead so he can’t google it. He turns to ask you but when he sees the earbuds he just gently taps on your shoulder so you’ll turn to him. He starts asking you the question when he realizes that you’re still wearing the earbuds. He gestures for you pen and notebook you’re holding and then quickly writes out the question on a blank page. When you write the answer he just thanks you and lets you be, you didn’t seem like you wanted to interact and he respects that.

Next day he sees you on the bus, sitting in the same exact spot. Because the bus is fairly crowded he figures he can get away with sitting next to you again. He is, conveniently enough, carrying a pen and pack of post it notes in his pockets. He plops down next to you and carefully sticks a post-it note on the back of the seat in front of you.

’’I hope you’re not too bus-y, just wanted to properly tank u for the help yesterday’’

…the puns are starting to sink in.

But he keeps at it. Placing the block of post-it notes between the two of you so you can both reach them. The rest of the bus journey is spent trying to come up with the corniest jokes about traffic and writing *groans* and ’’omg that one was so bad’’ in response to some of his worst ones. Examples include:

’’Yesterday was my first time taking the bus, I wanted a car but I couldn’t a ford one’’

And

’’But I can Harley wait ’til I  get my motorcycle license’’

After a few days the puns are slowly replaced with questions and a real conversation starts to build. Everything from books to movies to his brother and just general life on the surface and all of its struggles. By now both of you carry your own post it notes and pens and Sans finds himself skipping his stop to talk to you for just a little bit longer. He’s really starting to like you and your humor and he wishes he could talk to you without the post it notes.

When you offer him your earbuds after a few days he takes it as you opening up to him a little more. His stop is coming up soon but he still has a little time left. When he takes the earbuds and doesn’t hear the music he’s kind of confused before he looks up and sees your sad smile. Then he puts two and two together. You never reacted to people screaming in the back of the bus or loud noises outside. He hands you the earphones and smiles back. Then he starts signing. You never introduced yourself when you talked through the notes so that’s what he’s doing now. Before you have any time to react, the bus stops and this is as far as he can take it. He grabs a post it note and quickly scribbles something before hopping off.

’’Thanks for trusting me enough to show me your song. I’d love to talk through more efficient notes, though. Text me?’’

His number is written on the bottom.



UF!Sans: He’s been on the bus a few times before and he’s seen you around. This time he’s sitting next to you, though, and that’s a first. He’s kind of flustered which he hates, and he’s doing everything he can to not look at you. He notices a guy a few seats across from you two, and he won’t stop staring. That wouldn’t be so unusual if it was at Sans. But this creep just won’t stop staring at you. Then, the guy slowly brings his phone up and starts taking pictures. That’s the last straw. He doesn’t want to cause a commotion in public right now, he’s way too tired for that sh*t. Instead he opts for sending a death stare in the creep’s direction. It’s effective and the guy quickly puts down his phone and looks away. He gets off on the next stop.

Sans still feels like he has to warn you though. He pokes your shoulder to get your attention and your head jerks up. He starts to speak when you gesture to the headphones. He wonders why you can’t just take them off but decides not to ask. Instead he picks up his phone and quickly writes a message in his notes telling you about the creep. He gives it to you and watches you read it before you start typing away on his phone. You tell him that you know the guy and that he’s not gonna do anything but you thank him for telling you and also making him stop. He just grunts and takes his phone back, turning away from you. He’s blushing and he doesn’t want you to see. He gets off on the earliest stop possible.

He sees you again a few days later. Still sat there with your earbuds in and looking out the window. There are not empty seats, and he’d rather sit beside someone who doesn’t look at him with distaste so he slips into the seat next to you. You look over and give him a small smile before turning forward again. He kind of wants to talk to you, but you’re still wearing your earbuds. So he picks up his phone and does the same thing as the other day, he writes you a small message in his phone’s notes.

’’what’re ya listening to kid?’

You smile down at his phone and raise and eyebrow at him and for a moment he feels kind of stupid and thinks about teleporting off the bus. But you just give a very quiet laugh as you type out something on his phone and then hand it back.

’’It’s a very special song, it’s part of me’’

Well that wasn’t what he had expected. Still, you weren’t rejecting his attempts at conversation. He hands you the phone again, asking if maybe he could hear it. You pause for a second seemingly re-reading it a couple times. Then you shake your head and give him back his phone with an answer.

’’I’m embarrassed by it :(’’

Just as he reads the note you squeeze yourself out of the seat and bolt towards the exit. Huh, he hadn’t even noticed it had stopped. Just as you’re about to jump out of the bus you stop and turn around. You give him a smal smile and a little wave and then you’re out. He can feel his soul brighten a little.

This time he doesn’t delete the notes you left in his phone.

It becomes a sort of routine. Every time you’re both on the bus you sit next to each other and talk through his phone. He knows you better now, and his crush on you is growing more and more. He knows a lot about you. Your favorite movies and books, your interests, your humor and what your family’s like. But he still doesn’t know why you refuse to take of your headphones and talk to him. He ignores it though, and tries to push down the tiny bit of insecurity he feels because of it. And then one day when you’re talking about one of the human and monster talk shows, you ask him something out of topic.

’’Can I have your number? It would be easier to text than to go on like this. And then we wouldn’t have to limit our talks to the bus :/’’

This is his chance

’’I’ll show you my number if you show me your song’’

You stare at the screen for a while and then look up at him with a pensive look. Then you reach up and take your earbuds out and then hand them to him. He lift them to where his ears would’ve been if he were human, which is where he hears the best. Still nothing. Sh*t, did he break them?

But when he looks back at you, still a little panicky because sh*t he just broke your headphones, you’re just smiling sadly. Then you sign something with your hands that he doesn’t understand. You must have noticed that he didn’t follow what you just signed because you pick up his phone and, while making sure that he can see what you were doing, you went into his contacts. You add a contact with your number and then name it ’’cool bus person’’

Then you go back into his phones notes where you have been having your conversation. You type for a while and then give him the phone. This time you’re not looking at him as he reads, instead you’re looking out over the bus.

’’I’m deaf and there never was a song. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m different. You still owe me your number though’’

He can’t help but laugh as he goes into his contacts and starts typing a message to you. Only now does he realize that holy f you gave him your number. As he’s typing he doesn’t notice the bus slowing down and coming to a stop. His head jerks up as you tap him lightly on the shoulder and wave as you walk away. Before you jump off you turn to him and make a motion with your hands as if you were texting on a phone. He nods his head to you. You look relived and smile one more time before exiting the bus. As soon as the bus starts moving he continue with the message.

’’It doesn’t make you different in a bad way. Made me think I broke your headphones tho - Sans’’

sarahmgellar: 20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20

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147. “I wish I could hate you.”  

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You were feeling lonely.

Anthony has a lot of two show days lately, so you were left alone in the house without anybody to cuddle or talk to.

You don’t like going out of the apartment when you don’t have work.

You were only left alone to watch or rewatch some of your favorite shows on Netflix.

Anthony usually would be home by 10 or 9 in the evening. You trust him enough to not suspect him in cheating or something.

But there was a feeling of too much loneliness in you that just wouldn’t go away when Anthony was away from you.

To add it up, you were feeling like there was going to happen. Either bad or good, you felt like it was going to happen soon.

You cleaned the house, watered the little plants around the apartment, did some laundry and iron some clothes.

Keeping yourself busy to forget the thoughts.

It was going to be fine.

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High School Reunion

Pairing: Y/N/Exhusband!Michael

Rating: NC-17

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Summary:  Y/N tries to collect herself together at an old the high school reunion with friends from her teenage days. But she literally can’t enjoy herself in fear of meeting her ex husband and old high school sweet heart Michael

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Home // Carl Grimes Imagine

Requested by Anon, hope you like it! <3

PROMPT: The reader got separated from the group years ago when she was a child. When she returns unexpectedly, She’s not a weak little girl anymore. Reader and Carl were best friends, & when she arrives back, she realises her best friend never forgot about her.

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I came to rest in an old house, and after checking it thoroughly for walkers, I went upstairs to bed. It had been a long day, hell, it had been a long day every day for the last 3 years. It wasn’t easy on your own, scavenging and fighting for your life all the damn time. Whenever I did come across people, it was usually big hairy men who thought finding a lonesome teenage girl was the best thing to ever happen to them. I usually get away, but I had been… used… a few times.

I plopped down on the small bed. It was filthy and smelled like sweat and mould, and was itchy as hell. To me though, it felt like heaven -which is probably why I feel asleep instantly, without locking the doors.

I was so exhausted, I slept through most of the day, only to be awoken by groaning coming from downstairs, I immediately jumped up, cursing myself for being so careless. There were at least 3 walkers downstairs, but I managed to fight them off… just.

I ran into some bushes to hide from the small heard that was approaching. I squatted there for a bit, and when I figured it was safe, I jumped up and made a dash for it. Only just making it away with my life.. and a huge gash on my leg.

Life was getting tougher. I wasn’t going to last much longer out here on my own.

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There's a snapchat filtre that makes you look like a cow and the cow is wearing a hat. As I'm very stupid, I took a photo of me with this filtre put as the caption: my cow has a hat. I posted in my story (I didn't tough anyone would get the buffy reference) and one of my friends saw it and said to me "wow, I didn't knew you watched buffy". and this is how I got my first boyfriend (a week ago)

this is like the cutest story! I’m so happy for you! And what do you know, Buffy is still bringing people together after 20+ years!