she looks a bit like kate

anonymous asked:

hi! are you accepting prompts? And if so, do you accept image prompts? I fell in love with this gif and I totally imagined caskett. It would be awesome if you could do it! the gif is a pregnant belly with a little foot <3

Hi Anon, I am so so so sorry it has taken me this long to write this for you. I hope you enjoy this, though, even though it’s been so long!

Making a Jailbreak

A Post-Series Ficlet


She loved this child beyond belief, but Kate Beckett was bored. So. Freaking. Bored.

Bed rest was important, vital; she wouldn’t ever dream of jeopardizing her baby’s health, not after months of worry and hope. That said, after almost a month of doing little more than reading baby books and listening to Castle’s sporadic creative bursts, taking only slow walks to the living room and the bathroom for exercise, she needed something more stimulating.

“I don’t know about you, kid,” she murmured, brushing a hand over the swell of her belly, “but I think it’s time to break out of here for a while.”

Castle might disagree, but he wasn’t the one cooped up in here day in and day out. He wasn’t the one being told to rest instead of being useful in some way (and she could work if someone would just get her the files she needed, but no; even her detectives had taken to following the strictest interpretation of her doctor’s orders). He wasn’t the one who practically needed a crane to haul himself out of bed each day. Once he had healed from his gunshot wound, he had been allowed to go about his life like normal.

“Just a short walk,” Kate added, assuring her unborn daughter that she wasn’t going to put her in harm’s way, not again. The shooting had put that much in perspective; Kate Beckett was stubborn, pigheaded, and frustrating as all hell, but she wasn’t going to take the same risks she once had.

It no longer surprised her when the baby responded to her voice; the little girl had been making her presence known for months, but this time the kick wasn’t a swift knock under her hand. Instead it was firm, pushing against the confines of her skin, warping the smooth curve of Kate’s belly through her t-shirt.

Kate blinked. Throughout her pregnancy, she had grown used to the flips and the flutters, but seeing her stomach ripple with her daughter’s movements was new and extremely weird.

But kind of cool, too.

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I went and saw Saturday Night Live (S42, E15) and all I got was the best time ever.

Okay so I love it when people make step-by-step stories about when they went to SNL so I thought i’d make one myself.

I got tickets through the Twitter contest they had where you were suppose to send in an email about why you’re ‘the biggest SNL fan’. I sent mine in and got a reply about two days later that I had won! This was about a week before the show (insert panic-attack. Planning a trip from Sweden to nyc takes more than I week I can assure you, I don’t know how we got it all done time…).

Anyway! When we got to SNL the girls (‘cause they were almost all girls) working there were SO nice. I met the girl who had booked me and I thanked her and told her I was gonna name my firstborn after her. Another one recognized my name ‘cause I had replied to an email they had sent with a gif of Sue (Kristen Wiig) saying “i’m so freaking excited!” lmao.

You get wristbands, tickets, you go through security, you sit down in a waiting room and wait. After a while they start calling people like “purple wristbands come this way”, “people with the letter A on their tickets come this way”. And when you’re called you get in to an elevator with a bunch of strangers, then walk through a hall and then get your seats.

We were up on the grandstands sitting right in front of the stage where the musical artist perform which was great ‘cause you could see practically everything (some seats truly are crap, as Michael Che pointed out. I know I know i’m getting to that, stay calm) but you could also see alot of what was happening outside of the camera frame.

Lorne Michaels walked passed us down below and it was like seeing god. He would walk around, chat with someone, check his clock and then just stayed out of people’s way and let them work.

The house band open the show. Then Michael Che comes on and does stand up for a bit. There was this guy in the front row who kept giving sort of guy-tries-to-be-funny-but-it-only-comes-out-as-cocky sort of answers so Michael Che went all in and dragged his ass for attending the show by himself etc “you a weird dude, Tom”. People were pissing themselves laughing, he’s phenomenal at stand up (Tom was laughing too, I should add).
Then Keenan Thompson performed a song with Cecily, Vanessa and Sasheer and I figured/hoped Kate was gonna be in the cold open.

And she was! Leslie came out and sat on that bench first and everyone cheered and applauded her and she looked genuinly happy and surprised and waved at everyone. Kate came out and while everyone was waiting for the show to come on air her and Leslie kept mucking around and doing funny faces to eachother making everyone laugh. And then a woman (more on her later) started yelling 45 seconds! 30 seconds! 10! 5,4,3,2…. and we were live. It was thrilling.

Shorter fun facts about the show:

*If a person is in two sketches back to back a makeup artist etc. will come on stage, grab them and run, and I do mean RUN. Like if Lorne Michaels himself is in the way they will push him aside.

*Octavia was really good. She’s so talented and seemed focused but happy. Loved that I got to see a first-timer hosting SNL.

*Kate did all of the Kellyanne Conway bits live, non were pre-recorded. She would come out (right below where we were sitting! She truly is tiny you guys, like even tinier than she looks in photos) wearing slippers. And she would stand and wait for the sketch to be over and then she would kick of her slippers, get on her knees, they filmed her, she put her slippers back on and went backstage.

*Melissa Villasenor what an angel. I felt like we got to witness the first show where she really got the flex her muscles and show what she can do. The crowd was laughing so hard. I am convinced she’s gonna be the next big thing on SNL. Sidenote: the fact that they did an impression of Kate while Kate is still on the show truly shows what an actual star she’s becoming. Amazing.

*There was a woman working on the crew, I do not know her name and I do not know what her job is but goddamn she was cool. She seemed to be the coordinator of every sketch and would stay in frame talking to the actors until the very last second, and I do mean the very last. One time she literally had to throw herself out of frame, and seemed totally unfazed by it. Really made you feel how LIVE this show truly is.

*During the goodbyes Kate and Cecily hugged for 2000 years. Kate looked tired, I aint gonna lie. She wasn’t in any sketches except the cold open since she’s working on another film. I am quite sure she will leave this season and to have gotten to see her before she left truly was an honor and privilege (this was also one of the motivations in my email I sent in btw).

This was one of the best things I have ever done. To get to see how this show works irl was an absolute delight. They seem to have SO FUN doing this, all you wanna do is run backstage and hang out with everyone and braid their hair. And I got to here the “Live from New York!” LIVE. FROM NEW YORK.

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I always wanted to be an actress and a model and I really don’t know how it got In my head because I grew up with horses on a little farm, and I guess because I live so close to Orlando where Disney World is I wanted to always act for Disney. I’ve never been to Thailand. I’ve always wanted to go go for the light festival I want to spin like a dream of I become. A little bit of my confidence comes naturally or I you know had it from a young age, but a lot of it is environment a lot of it was seeing my mom she’s such a strong, powerful woman and smart, kind and looking.. always looking up to her and wanting to have that confidence that she always had.

Kate Upton for Vogue Thailand 2017

A Blast from the Past (Part 3)

Summary: You didn’t know what to expect when you entered that factory, but you sure didn’t expect running into him.

Characters: Reader, Reader’s little sister, Simon, Negan, the Saviors

Pairing: NeganxReader

Word count: 1980

Warnings: Swearing, violence

A/N: Let me know if your want to be tagged in upcoming parts.

(Y/L/N) stands for your last name.

(Part 1)-(Part 2)


Virginia, three years ago.

The cafeteria of Fairfax High School was crowded at this time of the day. It was a little before the beginning of your first class. You were hanging out with two of your friends, like almost every day. Kate, Riley and you were in the same math class and gym class.

You were settled at a table situated in a corner of the hall. Riley was sitting beside you and Kate sat across from her. They were chatting about random things while you sat curled up on your chair, with your back against the wall, while writing a few things in your notebook.

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anonymous asked:

Casket - 40 please!

#40 - “I believe you dropped this.”


His usual table on the upper level of Housing Works, a quaint bookstore cafe, is taken, occupied by a group of teenagers paying more attention to their cell phones than their cold coffee or the lines of bookshelves open to them. Instead, he sits at one of the tables downstairs. It gives him some new scenery and a vantage point of the door he doesn’t normally get. It’s because of this newfound location he tends to look up each time the bell chimes, and he notices when a woman walks in, a toddler propped on her hip.

She’s… well, stunning—long legs adorned in black skinny jeans, with a cream sweater and a beanie to match, covering long, flowing chestnut curls. He can’t make out many of her features from his seat, not from this angle, but she’s gorgeous too. He can tell. The boy on her hip bounces impatiently, a broad smile on his little face.

He watches on as she brushes shaggy hair away from his forehead and places a kiss to his temple, the motion so natural it’s almost as if she does it hourly. The boy’s right arm wraps around her shoulders, a small Buzz Lightyear toy gripped in his fingers.

When he makes eye contact with the toddler, he smiles, gives a small wave. The child looks at him questioningly for a few seconds, intense eyes just blinking, then he decides to smile back.

The kid seems to be a little charmer. He’s sure his mother must be equally as enchanting.

Trying in earnest to avoid staring creepily at this woman and her son, he looks down at his notebook, at the pen that sits still at his fingertips. The page is nearly empty, filled only with a few jottings and a doodle or two.

The woman orders her drinks and moves out of line, waits off to the side for her name to be called. He takes those few minutes to guess her name.

Emily? Amanda? Olivia? Maybe something more… creative. Modelesque, maybe. Coco? Chanel? Genevieve?

He almost laughs at himself. She may look like a model, but he doubts she’s the Coco type.

Kate

It’s the name called when she retrieves her coffee, and he smiles to himself. Somehow, he finds it fitting. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Much better than his guesses. 

Just as he’s about to go back to his non-writing, he watches her collide briefly with a man, causing the toddler to drop his toy. She doesn’t seem to notice, too busy exchanging apologies with the guy and making sure coffee hasn’t spilled all over, but he sees little arms reaching unsuccessfully towards the ground as she continues moving.

“Momma,” he hears, but he’s already out of his seat.

Picking up the toy, he jogs after the woman. “Excuse me,” he says, catching her just as she’s making her way towards the door. “I believe you dropped this.”

She eyes the toy in his extended hand and trails her gaze back to him. “Oh, thank you,” she breathes, plucking it from his palm. She turns to face her son. “Here you go, baby. Remember you have to hold onto it real tight or you’ll lose it, okay?”

“The bump!” the boy says. “Dropped it.”

A smile blooms across her face as she chuckles. “I’m sorry,” she tells him, handing over Buzz. “And what do you say to this nice man who brought it back?”

“Thank you!” the boy yells excitedly, giving him a toothy smile.

“It’s my pleasure, bud,” he says, returning the boy’s eager smile. “I couldn’t let you go without Buzz, now, could I?”

He shakes his head aggressively, light brown hair covering his face now. Small giggles erupt, and his mother laughs, brushes the hair away once again with her forearm and bounces him in place.

She’s more beautiful close up, he realizes. Her eyes—there’s something about them, so expressive yet guarded, but exquisite all the same. Her little boy shares them, though his seem to be more green than hazel. The hunter green jacket he wears brings them out even more.

“Thank you again…”

“Rick,” he supplies, offering a hand before pulling it back. “Right, coffee. Sorry.”

Smiling, she shakes her head. “No need.” A pause. “Kate.”

He doesn’t tell her he already knows her name, heard when the barista called it, because that’d be weird. So he nods instead.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Gust!” the toddler says, wriggling in his mother’s grip as he looks at him. “Hi!”

Rick’s confused but grins at the excitement anyway. “Hi,” he laughs, then looks to Kate for help.

“August,” she tells him, but that doesn’t really give much more information. August? It’s February. She turns to her son. “Yeah, baby, August.” The boy seems pleased with himself, and Kate looks back at Rick. “His name. It’s August.”

Oh. “It’s cute.”

“But only when you’re in trouble, right, kid?” she teases, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. He’s wholly disinterested, paying more attention now to Buzz. “You’re just Auggie, little man.”

Rick feels a bit like he’s intruding, observing this interaction between mother and son, watching how lovingly she looks at the little boy perched contently on her hip. But it’s beautiful, really, and he can’t look away.

“He’s adorable,” he says, earning a proud smile from her.

“Thank you,” she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Well, we should get going.” He squashes the ridiculous pang of sadness that bubbles. He doesn’t even know her. But he knows he likes her, finds her intriguing. “Maybe we'll—”

“Momma, draw!”

Auggie seems to have lost interest in Buzz for the moment, the toy held in one tiny fist, and is now pointing towards the notebook in Rick’s hand. He’d forgotten he was even holding it, if he’s being honest.

“That’s not yours, baby,” she says quietly. “That’s Rick’s. We can draw when we get home, okay?”

“I wan’ draw now,” he says, looking up at her with large, blinking eyes. How she says no to that face, he can’t even begin to figure out. “Pwease.”

Kate sighs. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. He’s polite, you have to give him that,” he smiles. Auggie’s pouting in his mother’s arms, and Rick speaks before thinking twice. “If you don’t have to be anywhere right away, he’s more than welcome to draw.”

The boy brightens, and Kate’s eyes widen. “Oh, no, that’s okay. You were working in that notebook, and we should be going.”

“I was procrastinating and doodling more than I was working, but—wait, were you were watching me?”

“Of course not.” The flame of her cheeks contradicts her statement. “I was taking in my surroundings.”

He grins, wider even when she ducks her head, pulling one lip between her teeth. “Okay,” he laughs. “If it makes you feel any better, I was taking in my surroundings as well.”

Kate hums. “Which would explain how you knew he dropped his toy.”

“So it may,” he says. “Really, though. I haven’t gotten any actual work done and it’s been hours—Auggie using my pad to draw for a little bit would not be hindering any progress, I promise.”

Pointing to the pen in Rick’s hand and then to himself, Auggie bats his eyelashes at his mother. “Draw now?”

Kate lets her eyes fall closed for a second, chest heaving with a small sigh, and when they open she offers a small smile for her son. “If Rick is really sure—” She punctuates her statement with a glance in his direction, eyes making contact with his. “—then we can stay for a little while. Not too long, okay? You need a nap.”

That gets a fast head shake, a wriggle as he tries to free himself from her grip. “No nap.”

“Yes nap,” she says, allowing him to get down but bending to his level. “No nap, no draw. Capisce?”

His little lips frown but he nods. “‘Pisce!”

“Okay then.” Kate stands, still holding onto Auggie’s hand. “Let’s follow Rick to the table.”

With Auggie trailing beside her, she taps Rick on the shoulder just before they reach the table with the rest of his belongings.

“You really don’t have to do this,” she whispers. “He’ll be fine waiting to draw at home.”

Rick pulls out the chair in lieu of an immediate response, and waits for her to sit down, pulling her son onto her lap. He takes his spot across from them and opens his notebook to a blank page before sliding it over, followed by the pen.

“I know,” he promises, watching as Auggie grabs at the pen and hastily begins his drawing. “But I want to.”

He doesn’t know if the delicate smile on her face is for her son or for him, but he’s delighted to see it either way.

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A random Drake song is blaring loudly through Kendall Jenner’s huge living room, as Shawn enters the house.

“Yo, Shawn!” Niall Horan greets him excitedly and shakes his hand, pulling him closer. “Hey, how are you doing?” Shawn replies with a smile.

“I’m good, I’m good! Let’s get you something to drink!” He pulls Shawn after him into the kitchen and pours him a drink. Niall’s cheerful attitude is definitely contagious and Shawn is really glad about that.

“Cheers! On your sold out tour” Niall exclaims, grinning at him.
Shawn grins, clicking his glass against Niall’s: “Cheers!” 

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Inaugural Gowns From Edith Roosevelt to Michelle Obama: A Fashion Analysis

I feel very scared, and very sad about the impending Trump presidency. I don’t know how to respond to it, or what I should be saying. This, and motherhood, are my only realities right now, and it is a very sad situation. Mostly sad for the state of this blog, which is becoming fucking boring and repetitive.

I thought a lot about a post I could write that would respond to tomorrow’s inauguration. In truth, I didn’t want to spend a lot of time on it because when the baby is not awake, I have an hour to myself before I have to go to sleep. I chose a blog post over a shower tonight, and I’m honestly not sure that’s the right decision. 

I was going to do a fashion analysis of Michelle Obama’s best looks, but Jesus, I’d need someone to pay me money to do that kind of image research. I was going to do a fashion analysis of Melania Trump next because there are far fewer pictures of her. Also, I don’t hold anything against her, she’s just a girl from Slovakia looking for a rich husband – which girl from Slovakia couldn’t say the same? I know she’s from Slovenia, what’s the difference. 

When I sat down tonight, and thought, what is the laziest possible option on the eve of an impending national nightmare, I thought, “Oh, I could do a fashion analysis of inaugural gowns.” So here they are, chronologically since Edith Roosevelt, the wife of Teddy. 

Theodore Roosevelt doesn’t look so fat here, but I think he got super fat later.

This was his second wife, she was hot.

Oh maybe it was Taft who was the fattie.

Helen Taft looks like she got attacked by birds in her inaugural gown. Either that or her husband sat on her.

Oh the latter, definitely the latter.

Woodrow Wilson’s inauguration looks like Trump’s current day cabinet picks plus the gigolo they hired to take care of Sonny Perdue at the afterparty.

The one in the military uniform, duh.

Yo, who knew Woodrow Wilson was a cradle robber? His wife Edith was very young when he married her. I can’t find a picture of her until Kennedy’s inauguration.


BY THEN SHE WAS A LITERAL HAG.

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They had Gurihiru on Arcade story while Kate and Robbie story gets this art. There is no God.

Gwenpool #17 aside from the art. Is very fun, if a simple story. Gwen wants to make Cecil be able to touch things, asks Terrible Eye for help but for that, she needs to go to L.A. One poorly-thought situation and she ends up in a trunk of particular Dodge Charger. And just happens to walk in an accidential team-up between Kate and Robbie against….Asgardian Dwarves. And of course turns it into an everyone on everyone fight. And then Cecil ends trapped in diamond in the trunk of Robbie’s car….with Eli Morrows. This was pretty fun. Robbie was a bit too talkative as a rider, I like him silent in that form, makes him look more menacing. Other than that, I enjoyed this issue.

I saw Kate during her Rough Night press junket

Sorry I’m posting this so late but I got a dog today so I couldn’t post earlier anyway here we go:

I got a ticket to see Good Morning America with Kate and I was so excited I couldn’t sleep so I stayed up the whole night and left at 4:30AM. I got to GMA and the line isn’t near the barricades with the GMA signs, that’s for audience members in the windows when they tape the show. The line’s actually around the corner of 44th near the stage door. I was about 10-15 people in. The ticket says to get there at 5:30 but you should get there earlier if you want to be first in line. Tbh, in the end it doesn’t matter too much because the audience coordinator places people based on how they look & act (ie: if you’re in a group with matching shirts or you look like you’d be chill & not overreact if you were on camera, etc.) Then they sort you into different lines based on if you have a priority, general, or VIP ticket. I had a general admissions ticket so my line went in last. 

After security, you’re taken to a holding area to use the bathroom before they take you into the studio. I was seated towards the back near where Kate would eventually exit the show but I got moved to the front row! Unfortunately I wasn’t in the audience that would appear on camera behind the hosts & Kate & Jillian but I was so close to her, literally a few feet away and got to see her up close! 

That’s her right before going on the show. Someone was fluffing her hair (I couldn’t see who it was) and she was really getting in the zone and she peeked out to look at the stage like a smol bean lol and here’s everyone posing for a group pic after the show

After the show, she did this strut/walk thing I wish I recorded it but I was too excited and didn’t want her to leave so I gif’d it so you’ll need a little bit of imagination here lol 

After GMA, Kate was at Live with Kelly so I took an uber there but I don’t think she went out the stage door. I met someone who was at the show too and she and I went on a Kate scavenger hunt LOL

She went to Buzzfeed afterwards so we took an uber there but traffic here is always insane and BF is quite far from midtown. We apparently just missed her because the puppies were leaving. 

After that was Seth Meyers and I’m pretty familiar with 30 rock at this point so I thought our chances of at least seeing her were pretty good. We saw her as she was walking into Seth but as usual, she was speed walking and wasn’t stopping for anything. I called her name but she walked by so fast I doubt she heard me lol 

We wanted to wait for her after Seth because we just spent an entire day trying to get a pic with her LOL so we waited for Seth to be over and when she came out lemme tell you, homegirl had an entire posse of NBC pages and crew walking with her deadass like 20 people speed walking with her and when we got to the spinny doors shit was mad funny it was so cartoonish and by the time I got outside she was just getting into her car so I was like ummmm aight but then i saw two of the NBC pages HIGH FIVE each other and that lemme tell u that shit got me tiiiiight i’m still not over it l m a o

At this point we were about to give up but we saw she was at Elle so we ran over there (it’s a couple blocks from 30 rock) but we dead couldn’t find where the event was, the Elle event was at some tree/bush area? We kept following trees but never found it

So that’s how we spent literally almost 20 hours trying to get just one pic with Kate and how she managed to avoid fans all day lol it’s understandable though she had to get to all these interviews on time

If you take anything from this post, it’s that if she ever has a huge press day, you’re probably not gonna meet her unfortunately lol but it was still fun getting a taste of what she has to go through LOL 

As always hope this helped anyone planning on doing something similar and feel free to hit me up with any questions! :) 

I haven’t drawn this Cinnamon Roll in a long time. My buddy Sky told me some time ago, that it was SoA’s Birthday and that made me think back at how this fandom was the reason I started dA. Welp, since I don’t wanna study I thought why not feel a bit nostalgic and listen to Pkmn Mystery Dungeon Soundtracks while drawing this gal again. I kinda like her in this style, she looks cute. .333

Talking in your sleep

Kate changes into her pajama shorts and Shawn’s grey Hard Rock Hotel Chicago shirt that is too big for her but she loves how soft and cozy it is and that it smells like him. She brushes her hair that is still damp from taking a shower and crawls into bed, snuggling up to her boyfriend.
“Damn, why are your feet always so cold?” Shawn asks, brows furrowed. Kate rubs her feet against his big warm ones and shrugs: “I don’t know, I’m always cold. Might be my Brazilian genes”
He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her. “I love you so much, Kate. I actually feel relieved that you aren’t mad at me,” he whispers into the darkness of their bedroom.

“I’m just glad you told me. Love you, too,” she kisses him softly on the cheek and turns around, pressing her back against his chest. “Good night, baby”
“Do you really want to sleep already?” he asks, sounding disappointed while playing with her hair. He slowly kisses her neck and tucks at her pajama shorts. “Mhm, you smell so good, baby, I’ve been wanting you the whole day”
She reluctantly pulls his hand away: “I can’t, it’s this time of the month, I’m sorry”

“Oh, okay…,” he sighs, “what a bummer” He brushes her hair back, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and wraps his arm around her waist.
“Cramps are actually killing me right now,” she winces.
“That sucks… do you want me to get you a hot water bottle or something?”
“Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you”
He gets up and she can hear him going downstairs, his steps fading away.
Even though Kate really is on her period, she is kind of okay with not sleeping with Shawn tonight. It is not that she is mad at him but Camila kissing him is still bothering her and she isn’t sure if she is hormonal but she somehow feels a little bit angry and upset and is hoping for a good night’s sleep to make her thoughts disappear and to forget about it.
Shawn comes back into the dimly lit bedroom, carrying a hot water bottle and a cup of tea. “I’ve made you a cup of tea,” he smiles at her.
“You’re so sweet, thank you,” Kate replies, pressing the hot water bottle against her hurting abdomen.
They are sitting upright and she is leaning against his chest, taking sips from her cup. “I still don’t get why she would do that, though,” Kate states, frown on her face.

Shawn sighs: “I don’t either, I’m still so annoyed and confused”
“I mean, it’s not like you’ve been leading her on or something, right?”
“No, of course not!” he replies instantly, sounding alarmed.
“You’re just too nice all the time. You should start being more of an asshole,” Kate says, smirking at him.
He grins: “I would be even more irresistible if I was a bad boy and you wouldn’t want that,” he caresses her thigh with his fingertips, “I couldn’t be an asshole around you, though”
“Yeah, I mean, you should be an asshole to everyone except me!” she turns around, giving him a little peck.
“Feeling better now?” he asks, gently rubbing her lower stomach.
“Yes, thank you. I’m so tired, let’s get some sleep,” she replies, taking one last sip of her tea cup.
“Yeah, good night,” he replies, cuddling up to her.
Kate closes her eyes but she isn’t able to fall asleep. She slowly turns on her back, looking up at the ceiling, turning her head to look at her stunning boyfriend. She admires his long black eyelashes and full lips, as he is falling asleep. She closes her eyes again and Camila crosses her mind and Kate feels anger raising inside of her again.
She could tell that Shawn is fast asleep by now, as she hears his silent regular breaths. She glances out of the huge windows at the glistening L.A. lights below and counts to hundred to make her feel sleepy but it doesn’t work. She turns her head again to look at Shawn. His eyeballs are twitching and he is frowning, mumbling something in his sleep. Kate listens carefully if she can hear what he is saying.

“Please don’t…,” he mumbles, “I’m sorry, Kate, please, no…”
He turns his head to the side. “Don’t go, please, don’t go,” he mutters under his breath, looking desperate.
It hurts her seeing him like this, suffering in his dream.
“Shhh,” she whispers, gently caressing his cheek, “It’s just a dream, baby, I’m right here” She cuddles him and he seems to relax a little bit but he is still frowning, mumbling something incomprehensible.
Kate gets up, not wanting to wake him up with her constant tossing and turning in bed.

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Chapter 20 - Wrap Your Arms Around Me

We’re all fragile underneath
This coat of armour isn’t thick or deep
When we break it’s hard to hide
The way we hurt inside
When I come undone at the seams
My heart is on the floor for all to see
Do that thing that I need
Wrap your arms around me

“Babe, I’m going to cancel my meeting today.” Val said as he looked down at his wife who was tucked into his lap.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm looking for a Sterek fic where the moon goddess (I think) grants Derek the ability to fully shift. The pack are in the desert or something so it might be Mexico. Derek runs off for a bit as a wolf and Stiles thinks he won't come back because he thinks that Derek won't hurt as much as the wolf or something like that. I'd really appreciate the help! This blog is amazing and thank you for posting all these awesome sterek fic recs :D

You are looking for Sanctuary by darkmagess, which reminds me what a wonderful and amazing fic it was! I think a reread is in order ;)

Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.

And thank you so much for the kind words!

- K.

Sorry, for the bad quality, but I could not make it better. 

I started watching the promo again and I really wonder, if we get so see Lizzys real father here… This is definately not Red and it´s not Kirk and I don´t think it´s Sam either, but in the promo you can clearly see, that Katarina is attacking a  man in a kitchen and putting him to the ground. We know, he took away her child and she seems to be determined to take Lizzy back. 

I guess it the same kitchen we see on the pic with Kate, cause it has the same indirect light, or maybe I´m totally wrong. But look at Kate on the pic…..She looks like being trapped in the corner… somehow she looks a little bit angsty, but she is clearly looking at someone and this certain someone maybe is Katarina, who came to take Lizzy, aka Masha back, as you can see in the last pic. 

This is Lizzy with her mom, sitting on the bed. 

Katarina tells her: “You scared me, Masha”, and takes er into her arms… 

Is this before the fire? Was Kate somehow connected to Lizzys real father? How did little Masha scared her mother? Did she shout for her and she did not react? I mean, she was 4 years old. That´s old enough to realize, that something very strange must be happening in her life… 

She obviously was raised until then by Kirk and Katarina  and Katarina wrote in her diary, that she could not take Lizzy away from Kirk, so this little girl did not know her real father until the moment he took her away from her family. This must have been very much disturbing for 4 year old a child. And how long was he gone with Lizzy?

Wow, I´m really so, so curious right now!! And most of all.. How the hell did Red fit into this? Is he with his team out there to find the fulcrum? Did he meet Lizzy by coincidence? 

Family

Word Count: 1470

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst, very very domestic parent!phan

Warnings: denied adoption (not explicitly mentioned, but strongly hinted at)

Summary/Prompt:

Thomas knows something’s up with his parents. They had forgotten his bedtime story the last few days, so he goes to their room to ask for one, and is instead confronted with the sight of his Papa comforting a crying Dan.

A/N Don’t worry, this has a happy ending, I promise.

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anonymous asked:

if you're doing requests, could you do etta and kate going grocery shopping together? i'm a sucker for domestic fluff

Domestic fluff is my jam, Anon~. I did go with a rather setting-appropriate interpretation of grocery shopping…



“And you’re sure we’ll be able to eat what we catch?” Etta’s mouth creased into a frown as she watched her bait bob in the waves.

“Whatever lives out here is going to be a lot healthier than anything we’d catch off the mainland,” Kate says. When Etta looks no less dubious, Kate adds, “I fished with my dads for years. They wouldn’t let me so much as touch their catch until I’d mastered cleaning and prep.”

That seems to satisfy Etta. Or at least, she relaxes her shoulders as she casts her next line. 

“Sorry,” she laughs. “I just keep picturing, like… one of those guys with the light-forehead-thing.”

“I think those live just a little bit deeper.” Kate rests her pole on the side of the balcony and stretches out next to Etta. “Don’t worry. Worst case scenario, we catch a particularly gnarly-looking catfish. And then we still get a delicious fry out of it.”

“Well.” Etta finally grins. “I do a mean beer batter.”

Kate smiles back as she settles in. That beer in the pantry is probably at least three years old, but maybe it’s salvageable. 

It’s not long before there’s a tug at Etta’s line, and she surges to her feet and yanks the rod back. Kate holds back, at first, ready to assist but careful not to hover. And it hits her, slowly, just how far the rod is bent.

“Huh,” Etta grunts. “It’s not– moving? I think maybe it’s caught on a rock.”

As if on cue, a low growl rises from the surf, deep enough that the Watchtower shudders with it. 

Etta, to her credit, lets go of the rod without a second’s thought.

They watch, in silence, as it’s yanked toward the railing, snapped in half, and pulled into the sea. Kate clears her throat.

“I probably should have considered that,” she says.

Etta nods solemnly. “So. Curry noodles?”

“Please,” Kate says.

A row of spiny fins can faintly be seen rippling through the ocean as they descend the stairs to the kitchen. At Etta’s insistence, they whisper their apologies as they pass.

anonymous asked:

I really wish Kate would do more with her title. She seems like a good hearted person, but to me when she's doing charity it does seem like she doesn't want to be there. I guess it's just wanting best of both worlds. But she does seem like a sweet kind person.

She seems nice but better suited for life married to an aristocrat where all she would need to do is look nice. Unfortunately being a royal is a job and she doesnt seem the least bit interested in her career. 

Teen Wolf x Reader x Supernatural 10 - Final

Previously : Part Nine

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(Y/N) - Your Name
(H/C) - Hair Color
(E/C) - Eye Color
(S/C) - Skin Color

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“I thought we had an agreement Crowley.” Dean spoke first, (Y/N) standing next to him as Sam stood from where he and Lydia were having a discussion.

“And we do.” He glanced back at the demon cowering in the demon trap, “Which is why I’m here. Do you think I would have come to an angered (Y/N)?” No one answered and he rolled his eyes. “Of course not.”

“How does he know what she is?” Dean wasn’t taking Crowley’s beating around the bush, arms crossed in anger.

“Word gets out. You didn’t think her little secret would be safe forever did you?” (Y/N) crossed her arms uncomfortably, glancing down. “Oh? I guess you did? News for you Winchesters, life and luck are never on your side.” With a glance to the devils trap he turned, “Now in order to hold up my end of the bargain I need for this trap to be gone.”

“You can’t be - “ Scott was cut off by Dean shooting a bullet into the demon, Crowley rolling his eyes when he yelled in pain as Sam broke the trap.

“Serious…”

“Right. Thank you boys. I shall be taking him back. Word of advice, this town? Not good for you to stay in long. They have a bad history of creatures and awful hunters coming here. Need I remind you of Kate?” (Y/N) grimaced a the name. 

“You knew Kate?”

“Tried to kill me when I was ten.” She said bluntly, causing Stiles to awkwardly nod.

“See you all sooner than I’d appreciate. Squirrel, moose,” He nodded to (Y/N) “Tiger.”

With a snap him and the demon were gone, leaving gawking teens staring where they just were. “You’re friends with the king of hell?”

“No.” Sam and Dean spoke together.

“I’m okay with him.” (Y/N) spoke, shrugging lightly causing Dean to look at her bewildered.

“Dean,” Sam pulled him aside a bit as Stiles started bombarding (Y/N) with questions about everything. Not like she had time to answer between him talking.

“As much as I hate to say Crowley’s right. With their pack and God knows what else here we can’t afford to stay any longer.” He paused, “Or come back.”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth Dean nodded, “I was afraid of that…”

“How many other powers in the supernatural universe do you know? Can I use some of that power to get rid of a few teachers?”

“Well we did meet the Devil, archangel Raphael, Michael, Gabriel. But half of those four are dead and the others are locked in hell.”

Stiles paused. “Can I use your powers to get rid of a few teachers?” You felt your heart clench a little.

“Well - “

“(Y/N).” Sam and Dean were behind you, “I think it’s time we leave.”

“Wait - you’re leaving?” Stiles was shocked, he thought maybe she’d be able to stay a while, after all they all trained new wolves they could train a witch!

“Yeah. You heard Crowley.”

“You’re trusting a demon?” Scott asked.

“He was right. This town is a beacon of light for creatures and hunters. And at least 95% of them would want (Y/N) dead.” You nodded sadly.

“Well I thought maybe you could stay for a bit longer. We - We’ve trained Isaac and Malia and trust me, that was hell. We could help you with your powers! Deaton and I could read through some old books and - “

“Why is he acting like this?” Scott whispered to Derek.

“It’s their,” He hesitated, “Connection. Since he’s her spark and all it’s hard for both of them.”

“Stiles,” You cut him off, “I wish we could but I can’t leave my brothers.”

“Maybe I could come with you! I could get trained to be a hunter.” Stiles wasn’t really sure why he wanted to stay with her so bad but all he really knew was he really, really wanted to stay with (Y/N).

“You’re loyal to your pack, I’m loyal to my family. Good traits but here? A pain in the ass. They’re right, this isn’t a safe place for me and being a hunter isn’t a safe thing for you.” 

“So you won’t come back here? Ever?” Hearing Stiles so heartbroken shook you to your core. You didn’t think meeting your spark would hit you this hard but it did.

Without so much as a second thought or hesitation you leaned forward, softly but firmly placing your lips against his. Left hand cupping his face you pulled back after a second.

With a sad smile, hating yourself for doing one of the most cliche things and knowing it would kill you, you shook your head. “I think we’ve caused enough trouble in this town.”

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(((10/10)))

The end! So not the happiest ending, Stiles never knew he was her spark. So  sad! But later I may continue to add small one shots taking place after this in later seasons.

I may also make some one shots so if you have a one shot request for basically anything ask me! <3

MY YOUNG AVENGERS DREAMCAST p1:

  • Drew Roy as Iron Lad / Nate Richards (I’m not really sure is this the right choice, but Julian McMahon is way too old, even though Nate’s face looks so much like his.)
  • Mason Dye as Hulkling / Teddy Altman (Honestly I couldn’t think of anyone better for this role. Mason looks EXACTLY like Teddy.)
  • Sinqua Walls as Patriot / Eli Bradley (He looks dangerous, but his smile could melt the ice - perfect combination, also THEM CHEEBONES.)
  • Billy Lewis Jr. as Wiccan / Billy Kaplan (I think he would fit in this character, even though I wanted Finn Wittrock sooo bad! If he only looked a little bit younger…)
  • Alexandra Daddario as Hawkeye / Kate Bishop (Do I have to explain? She seems perfect for this role, amirite?)
  • Teresa Palmer as Stature / Cassie Lang (I always associated Teresa with word average, she’s beautiful, that’s true, but she’s not like “in your face” and I wanted someone like that to contrast with Alexandra’s strong features also, she just look like Cassie, lol.)

readerofmuch  asked:

Hello! Fun character ask: what do the folks at the Watchtower like to do in their spare time? I know this has been somewhat answered in the show (which I LOVE btw) but they have a LOT of spare time. What does Roger do? Or Kate? Maybe even the ever mysterious Frank? Thanks!

Yooooooooo!

So I’m gonna tag @cafecliche here, as she is my co-creator/co-writer extraordinaire, and I want her to weigh in with things too!

And YAY! I’m glad you love the show <3

For now, here’s Alex’s perspective:

Etta: This one might be kinda obvious, but she reads the hell out of everything. Mostly it’s to try to solve the mysteries in her own life, but a large part of it is also that she just LOVES information, stories, and learning some random things. She also teams up with Bertie quite a bit to play pranks on Roger (Kate contributes to said pranks on the DL).

Kate: When she’s not secretly helping Etta and Bertie prank Roger, she’s in the Archives…looking for things. Kate also enjoys working out, as she has to be ready to kick-ass at a moment’s notice. I feel like she also has a very secret habit of watching soap operas. I’m not quite sure why just yet, but it feels right.

Bertie: Aside from Rom Coms and pranking Roger? I think Bertie spends a good bit of time coming up with cool floral arrangements for any occasion. Have a cold? Tired of staring at the ocean? Want to watch some soap operas? Bertie’s figured out a way to say it with flowers! He would probably also enjoy crossword puzzles and hot chocolate.

Roger: Sooooooo. Not gonna lie. I’m pretty sure Roger has found a room that’s far, far away from everyone and he just kind of blasts sad songs and sings them. Like, Adele and beyond levels of sad. And he thinks that no one else knows, but they totally do. And will try to get him to sing. He’s also secretly a fan of all the Rom Coms Bertie forces him to watch.

Bob: Contemplates life, enjoys it when someone stops by to spend time with him.

Percy and Nora: They basically watch Pokemon as much as they can, and make it a life goal to out-dramatic Team Rocket.

Frank: He kind of just…hangs out on the internet? He would probably have the most active tumblr lol 

Yvette: I feel like she’d play a lot of pool. And be very well-versed in old movies.

Bollard: She’s like the one person in the world who actually likes to play Monopoly, because it’s a game that destroys relationships.

Mysterious Voices: Being mysterious.