she was perfect back then too


Can you feel the love tonight
The peace the evening brings
The world for once
In perfect harmony
With all its living things

Originally posted by natasharomanoff

So many things to tell her
But how to make her see
The truth about my past? Impossible!
She’d turn away from me

Originally posted by stereowave

He’s holding back he’s hiding
But what I can’t decide
Why won’t he be the king I know he is
The king I see inside?

( via walking-fandoms)

Can you feel the love tonight
The peace the evening brings
The world for once
In perfect harmony
With all its living things

Originally posted by castamerains

Can you feel the love tonight
You didnt need to look too far
Stealing through
The night’s uncertainties
Love is where we are

Originally posted by valramorghulis

Stefan Salvatore

Imagine : Liking Stefan, but him not liking you back. Then when Klaus takes a liking to you, Stefan realizes the chance he missed out on.

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

You liked Stefan Salvatore. You couldn’t deny it. He was the perfect man, and you hadn’t wanted anything more than him. Yet, he was too caught up in Elena.

Even though Elena was one of your best friends, you hated how she had to play with both Salvatore’s like she was, especially since you liked Stefan. It hurt you to watch him hurt.

But you would never tell him that you liked him. No, that wasn’t ever a possibility. Stefan Salvatore would never like you back, and you had accepted that, no matter what. So you held your tongue like a good girl, and kept quite, suffering silently.

However, this enraged Bonnie. Bonnie hated watching you suffer from Elena, mostly because you were too sweet of a person to ever stand up to Elena and tell her off.

Bonnie, however, was not afraid.

So one day after school, when she was sure only Stefan was home, Bonnie went to the Salvatore home, knocking confidently on the door. Stefan answered it quickly.

“Bonnie,” he said. “I’m afraid that Elena is not here.”

“Not looking for Elena,” Bonnie said, stepping inside. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“I’m all ears,” Stefan said. “What did you want to talk about, Bonnie?”

“What are your thoughts on Y/N?” she asked, not even bothering to beat around the bush.

“My thoughts on, oh,” Stefan said, pausing slightly. “She’s a nice girl and all, Bonnie, but that’s sort of where it ends.”

“No romantic feelings for her at all?”


When Bonnie had broken the news to you, you were heartbroken. And you had to admit, heartbroken over a man you had never even been able to call yours was extremely disappointing on your part.

You tried to go on with your days, smiling through the pain, laughing as if you weren’t broken, and joking around with your friends. Including Stefan.

But that night, as you sat in the Mystic Grill, you were approached by someone. You were getting drinks for you and your friends, yes one being Stefan. You were sat on a stool as you waited, your expression blank. It was these rare moments alone that you actually allowed yourself to become sad.

“A lovely woman like you should not be sad,” A voice said from behind you.

You shivered as you turned your head. This new stranger had a beautiful, British accent. He had bright blue eyes, pink, plump lips, a stubble around his jaw and a smile to absolutely die for.

You blushed under his gaze. He was beautiful, more beautiful than you had ever thought Stefan to be. “I’m not- I, I’m not sad,” you tried, failing miserably to make it believable, causing you to blush more.

He smiled at you, a genuine smile,before sitting next to you. “I’m sure that’s just what you want your friends to believe, right? Tell me dear, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know you,” you countered. “Why should I tell you?”

“Klaus Mikaelson, love,” he told you, grasping your free hand and kissing it gently. “May I know your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you whispered.

“Very beautiful name, dear,” he told you honestly. “Tell me of your troubles then, Y/N. I promise that I am good at listening.”

So you told him. Even after your drinks had come, you continued to pour your heart out to this man. And when you were done, he bought you a drink and you two continued to have an earnest conversation. You couldn’t deny that every second you spent with Klaus that afternoon, the more you forgot about Stefan Salvatore.

Then, as it drew later, Klaus walked you home, seeing as you had gotten a ride with Stefan, who you no longer wanted to talk to.


It had been weeks since you had met Klaus, and he had made it his goal to speak to you at least once a day, in person. Sometimes he would show up at your home unexpectedly, giving you a bouquet of flowers, kissing your forehead and wishing you a wonderful day before disappearing again. Sometimes he took you out, and the two of you would go anywhere and talk about anything. Sometimes, you would invite him in and you two would sit on your couch and enjoy each others company.

The more you learned about Klaus, the more you forgot about Stefan. But the more you hung out with Klaus, the more Stefan grew feelings for you, and became jealous when he saw you around with Klaus, laughing and smiling more than you ever had with him.

Since you had told Klaus all about your past feelings for Stefan, he grew painfully aware of his growing feelings for you. However, Klaus also had feelings for you, and he knew just how to sweep you off your feet.

You two were at the Grill that evening, talking over the most expensive wine available at the Grill. You had never been one for wine, but as Klaus sat beside you in the booth, laughing and letting you take sips from his glass, you began to love it.

Stefan was at the bar, watching the two of you. He had wished he had noticed his feelings before you met Klaus. He thought he might’ve had a chance when you’re heart wasn’t being spoken for by another.

But, he had waited too long, and it was too late.

You excused yourself from the table for a moment, Klaus nodded and smiling as you made your way to the restroom. Stefan took his chance, and approached Klaus.

Sitting opposite of him in the booth, Stefan began talking. “What are you doing with Y/N?”

“What ever do you mean, Stefan?” Klaus asked, a grin already on his lips. “I’m enjoying her company, as she is enjoying mine.”

Stefan nearly growled. “You’re only going to hurt her.”

“Like you did?”

That statement stunned him. He had no idea he had ever hurt Y/N, always trying to be the best friend he could possibly be for her.

“She’s told me all about it, mate. You were too in love with Elena, blinded by jealousy over her and Damon to notice our precious Y/N did, in fact, have feelings for you.”

Stefan began to stutter over his words now. “I, I never-”

“Never knew, I know. But, not to worry mate, I’m not as daft as you. I realize my feelings for her, and I also realize her feelings for me. I won’t hurt her, if that’s what your worried about. Not like you did.”

With that, Klaus shooed Stefan away, smirking as the younger vampire walked away.

Before he left the Grill, he looked back at the table. You had returned, and Klaus was gently holding your chin in his hand, talking to you. Stefan listened as you giggled, the sound like music to his ears.

However, he had to look away when  Klaus kissed you, you easily kissing back, just as passionate.

Originally posted by miraculoo

I was thinking about the whole “Space the final frontier” thing and I realized that frontier is a really fucking colonialist term - like it carries a lot of implications about uninhabited, unexplored, untamed territories. Frontiers before the final one have been sites to be conquered, at the expense of the obliteration of the forgotten people that were already there.

And I was thinking about whether that could be seen as true for Star Trek too, like maybe it is actually not the best to think of space as the final frontier.

And then I realized that Kira had said almost exactly that in the very first episode of DS9, and while I’d gotten (and strongly appreciated) her point before, I’d never made the connection between that bit of perfection and one of the most iconic phrases associated with the franchise - she throws the idea of the frontier right back in Julian’s face.

Like wow did DS9 seriously set out to dismantle the utopia of the previous shows right from the start.


Flowers of The Night Oracle Unboxing

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise to perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”     -Sarah Williams

I ordered this deck back in November of last year from Etsy, before the decks had printed, but after the Kickstarter had ended. It was a lovely surprise to come home to, today.

Cheralyn Darcey, the deck’s creator, is a pure ray of sunshine. If you watch even half a minute of any of her YouTube videos, she’ll have you smiling from ear to ear. She’s a lovely human being, and you can see the goodness radiating from her. I love her, and she is precious. Protect her at all costs.

That being said, I turn my attention back to the deck. I’m quite surprised this deck hasn’t been catching more attention from the Tumblr community… As soon as I saw it on Etsy, it was an instant attraction. My first inclination, is that this will be a good oracle deck for shadow-work and introspective meditations. The poem that I placed under the heading for this post is from the guidebook, and I think it beautifully characterizes the deck.

“Come into the Night Garden and explore your powers and passions with this dedicated oracle deck of flowers coupled with the animals, insects, birds and places their original environments.”   -Descriptor on the deck box.

The deck consists of 44 Flower reading Oracle Cards. Some cards also feature an animal or insect along with its flower. The guidebook is conveniently sized, with well-thought descriptions and meanings. Each card also has the proper name of the flowers and animals that appear on them.

The box is excellent! The lid is hinged and sturdy… I don’t think I’ll be making a wallet for these cards, but rather let them live in their original, beautiful home.  As you could guess, the deck comes with a guidebook and a post card where Cheralyn wrote a thank you. 

I really love this deck, and I can’t wait to start working with it!

If you think you might want one of your own, I suggest you head over to Etsy and secure one, as this is a one time run deck… after they’re gone, they’re gone for good!

Etsy listing –> Here <–

You’ve seen the photo before, whether you remember it or not. It depends on how well you were paying attention in history class the day they talked about segregation. In your textbook was this picture of a black student surrounded by a white mob. At the center of said mob is a single white teenager screaming in blind rage.

In case you’re wondering if maybe she’s shouting words of encouragement there, what she’s saying is “Go home, n****r! Go back to Africa!”

That photo became a perfect symbol of the struggle for desegregation. If it had been staged, it’d have been criticized for being too on the nose. But the two figures at the center of it aren’t symbols – they’re people. And hearing what happened after this photo will change how you think of America forever. Or it will change how you think of America for a while, then you’ll kind of forget about it. Either one.

Modern-Day America Summed Up In One Photo (From 1957)

“If Star Wars is a fairy tale, what is the moral of the story?”

Episode I, we learned that young force sensitive children are taken away from their families to be trained by the Jedi. Even Anakin at 9 years old is already almost too old to be taken away from his mother. But Anakin’s mother is presented easily as the most perfect character in all of Star Wars. She is wise. She’s virtuous. She’s good, loving. And Anakin in her care is all these things as well.

And you have to ask, if he had just stayed with his mother, even as a slave, wouldn’t that have been better for him than to be taken away from her? But that’s what the Jedi do. And the Jedi think they know best taking away those kids from their families.

And I think that what’s most telling about that then is when you get to the end of the prequel trilogy, when you get to the end of Episode III, you have Obi-Wan and Yoda, two of the greatest Jedi Masters, who could train anyone, and they have in their care Luke and Leia, who are the hope for the galaxy. I mean, two offspring of Anakin, the have more midichlorians and all that. These are potentially the greatest Jedi that they could ever teach.

And instead of teaching them, like the Jedi have always done, they say “You know what? We need to give these kids to families.” And so they put them in families with mothers and fathers. And the images Lucas ends on are not, you know, are not great Jedi Warriors training the next generation. But it’s these two babies in the care of these loving families. And that is the hope for the galaxy.

— Joshua Sikora “The Prequels Strike Back”

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC)

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2k


>>> Part 2

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

A great deal of arguing happened when her parents broke the news to her that they were getting a divorce and then ensued a fight about who Iris would live with. The choice ended up being a practical one: after selling their house, her mom moved to a small apartment in Chicago, and her dad decided to go back to his hometown, in his childhood house. A house big enough for Iris to live in with him, big enough for her to keep sulking about being torn away from her life and friends and to keep avoiding her dad to silently punish him for destroying her life.

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Polaroids from Bafta Scotland 2016, red carpet. 

Too many people were at the red carpet, didn’t have the chance to take more polaroids other stars, only have Caitriona, James, and Peter. They were really nice to say yes, and stood a bit further for me to take the pictures. 

I love Peter’s expression! That’s the fun of Polaroid, when I took it, it was too dark to actually see what face he pulled. But after a few minutes, when the picture came out, it was such a great surprise! And he asked my name, so nice of him. 

Cait was busy signing but when I asked if I could take a Polaroid of her, she said ‘sure, I love Polaroid!’, and she stood back at the perfect distance for it. Although……I was too nervous and excited and my hand was very shakey when I pressed the shutter. So glad it turned out beautiful! 

James and Peter didn’t see the result of the picture, they signed when the picture was still blue. But Cait saw it, as I waited till the end for her to sign. I love how she took the picture, tilted it and signed that way, lol. 

(Please don’t repost the pictures elsewhere, as if I want to, I would post myself. I saw pictures I posted on Twitter from the night posted here, without my permission, I can’t say I’m happy about that, even though I don’t make a fuss about it. Thanks for understanding.) 

things girls can wear that will make them look like goddess

     ♥ bikini top and shorts: gorgeous. a free summer fairy. probably has wet hair too. amazing.

     ♥ sweater with long sleeves: a cuddly bean. beautiful. +1000000 points if she has other cozy clothes. wonderful. she emits warmth and love. 

     ♥ a just a tshirt and underwear: wonderful!!!!! if these are her pj’s and she has just woken up it’s even better. 

     ♥ things with low backs: yes. gorgeous. bonus points if it’s a gown????? a goddess. 

     ♥ jeans. everyone looks good in jeans. you and you and you and you. every girl. they are all beautiful. 

     ♥ flowers or jewelry in her hair???? PERFECT. 

     ♥ anything. girls can wear anything and can and will look amazing. girls are really great. they are all beautiful. 

on the left is a victoria secret model, and on the right is me. there was a time, i would have put these pictures side by side, and used it as a “goal” to get to. i actually went into a victoria secret shop once, about a year ago, with my friend, and whilst she was trying something on in the changing room, and i was waiting, i was trying to hold back the tears, they just started running down my face, and i was desperately wiping them away before anyone saw. it was all too much in there, all them what i deemed as “perfect” girls plastered all over the walls, and my mind was racing with “why don’t i look like them” “why can’t i achieve that” “i’ll never be like them” and looking back, i feel so saddened that i ever felt like that. (my friend didn’t know, so it obviously wasn’t her fault that it happened, she was just shopping in there, bless her❤️) but now, today, i don’t envy those girls, NOT ONE LITTLE BIT. i’ve read up about their diets, and some days they have detoxing where they literally eat just vegetables, and like hours before the show they aren’t allowed liquid, like hello?? we need to drink?? it’s just crazy. it’s their choice and i completely understand that, but i’m just saying that there was a time i would have admired how strict they are with themselves, but today is so different. i want to enjoy food, i’ve rid my life of diets, i’ve found self love, and i want to eat cake and ice cream, when i want cake and ice cream, like chocolate?? who doesn’t love chocolate?? i just don’t envy their bodies or their lifestyles anymore, and that’s just a GLO UP for me. YOU DONT NEED TO LOOK LIKE THOSE GIRLS. YOU NEED TO LOOK LIKE YOU. YOU YOU YOU. whatever body shape, or size you are, that’s perfect, and that’s what makes you YOU.

not a Calvin Klein ad lol 😝😝😝

(hope this isn’t triggering💗)

Imagine your OTP

“What are we doing?”

“Cuddling?”, she offers.

“You know what I mean.” I looked at her, waiting for an answer. “What are we?”

She lifted her face and stared back at me. “I don’t know. I’m new at this.”

“We’re both new at this.” I countered. “Do you think we should have a label?”

“Do we really need to label it?”, she retorted.

“Please don’t answer my questions with questions. This isn’t tumblr.”

She chuckles. I like her laugh. It’s so genuine.

“Can’t we just enjoy each others company and treasure this moment?”

She put her head back to my chest. My heart beating in a perfect sync with hers. I know she can feel it too.

“But, what do we say to people when they ask?”

She took a deep breath and tilted her head to face me again. She directed those beautiful hazel eyes at me.

“We are love.”, she said. “When they ask, tell them that.”

The moment those word came out of her mouth, I knew then that there is no going back.

She gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back. My heart was beating like crazy now. Looking at her, I realize something.

Love. Everyone knows it but not everyone can understand it.

But love is the universally accepted label that can perfectly describe us. We don’t need a specific label to validate what we have. Knowing that we have each other, being happy together is enough. Love is enough.

I took her hand in mine and planted a soft kiss on the back.

“Love, you are so fucking brilliant.” I said sincerely.

She kissed me then.

Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 3

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2.9k


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It happened so gradually that neither of them realized they were becoming friends until they actually were. At some point, Iris was already there when Jughead came to Pop’s, she sometimes ordered fries and onion rings and she shared them with him as if it was the most natural thing to do. They liked to dip them in vanilla milkshake and Jughead ate the cherry on top while Iris ate the whipped cream. They no longer wrote all the time and ended up spending entire evenings doing nothing but dipping fries in the vanilla shake and talking, sharing far-fetched theories about Jason Blossom’s death or discussing literature and Tarantino movies.

Jughead kept using dry humor to drag her when things became a little too intimate or when a conversation made him uncomfortable. Iris could take a hint and tried not to talk about these again – the first time, it was about his family. It was three weeks after they first met. She stord it I the touchy subjects drawer in her head and never mentioned it again, despite her curiosity. Everything about him stung her curiosity though, she couldn’t help it.

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What if one night after Kara and Lena are wrapping up another interview (that only stayed somewhat on topic because they keep getting distracted), Lena leans over her desk and tells Kara, “I’d really like to take you to dinner sometime.”  

Kara’s voice gets all high pitched and squeaky, “oh I’d like that too!” 

Lena smiles and says, “perfect. How about Friday night?”  

And Kara’s face falls as she responds, “I can’t.”  

Lena’s disappointed now too. “Oh?  Why not?”  

Kara’s arm comes up to sheepishly rub at the back of her neck as she says, “there’s a charity date gala I’m supposed to be covering for CatCo.  It’s kind of a big deal and CatCo was involved in planning and…yeah.  I’m really sorry.”  

“Oh?  A date for charity?  Anyone interesting up?”  

Kara turns kinda red and she sputters a bit and finally mumbles, “yeah.  The top billing for the night is a date with Supergirl.”

Class Reunions

(A/N): I loved this request so much! 

Request: Can you write another protective Chris x reader? Like Chris joining the reader on her class reunion but reader got bullied in her school time so she’s kinda afraid they will do it during the reunion too?

Warnings: some swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

   You sigh as you check your appearance in the mirror for the umpteenth time that night, glancing in the mirror to see that everything was perfect. Truth be told you hated the idea of a class reunion, it was almost like having to go back and experience high school all over again, something you weren’t too keen on but Chris, for some strange ass reason, was dead set on going alongside you tonight. 

   “(Y/N)! Come on we’ve got half an hour to get there-” Chris stops in the doorway of your bedroom, smiling softly at your little getup. “You look amazing,” You smile softly, sighing as you look in the mirror again. 

   “Did you know I used to get bullied?” You ask as you check your skin for any imperfections, something you once were mocked for quite a bit. Chris smiles sadly as he steps into the room, only to stop by your side. He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he does. 

   “And that’s why we’re going, you’re gonna show ‘em that you’re successful and gorgeous and then you’re gonna rub it in their faces,” You chuckle softly, resting your head against Chris’ back. 

   “Isn’t that a bit condescending?” You ask, smiling as you tilt your head back just enough to look up at him. 

   “Yeah, well those asses need someone to rub their success in their face and why not you?” 

   “Because It’s rude?”

   “Well for tonight we’re rude people, yeah?” You can’t help by smile fondly at Chris, nodding your head as you do. “Well then, let’s get your gorgeous face to that stupid reunion and shame everyone there,” 

   “Sounds great,” 

    Despite Chris’ little uplifting talk to you you still felt rather scared of the whole idea. All your classmates, all your bullies, everyone who had ever unknowingly made you feel like shit was going to be there and quite frankly you just didn’t want to face that. 

   “(Y/N),” Chris’ states calmly as he drives into a rather packed parking lot. “You’re going to break my fingers if you squeeze them any harder,” You look down, realizing that you must have been squeezing Chris’ fingers tightly given that the skin nearly looked snow white. 

   “Oh,” You mutter, releasing your hold on his hand. “Sorry,” 

   “Hey, I said you were squeezing them too tight, I didn’t say to stop squeezing them,” Chris smiles as he takes your hand once again, intertwining your fingers as he does. “It’s gonna be fine (Y/N), what’s the worst that could happen?” Flashbacks to high school flit through your head causing you to externally cringe. 

   “You don’t want to know,” You mutter as Chris pulls into an empty parking space, his parking impeccable. The building before you damn near makes you want to cry but you refrain, keeping it all contained for now. 

   “You ready?” Chris asks, his thumb running somewhat soothing circles over your knuckles. 

   “No,” You answer meekly, sighing as you stare at the many people walking in. “But I know you’re gonna make me get out of this car anyways and go socialize,” 

    “You’ve figured me out well (Y/N),” Chris chuckles, lifting your hand to press a sweet kiss to your knuckle. “Come on, you’ve got this, I believe in you,” You smile softly, looking down to your intertwined hands. 

    “I swear if you let go of my hand for a single second in there I will never forgive you,” Chris chuckles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he does. 

   “You got it,” 

   The two of you only parted your hands for a split second, just long enough to get out of Chris’ car then you immediately grabbed his hand again, your anxiety starting to kick in. 

   “You’re going to be okay,” Chris whispers as he begins to pull you along, his hand squeezing yours once again. 

   “I’m having flashbacks to my angsty teenage years,” You mutter causing Chris to laugh heartily. His laughter soothes your nerves slightly as you finally walk through the doors of the building, your stupid school colors nearly blinding as you walk in. “God, couldn’t they tone it down just a bit?” You mutter, damn near getting ready to pop one of the many balloons that crowded you. 

    “You are already so negative,” Chris’ tone is lighthearted and the smile on his face only adds to his teasing tone and you can’t help but smile, even if you were already having a shitty time Chris was there to make sure you at least felt okay. 

   “Oh my god, is that (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” You cringe at the ever happy tone, even all these years later and all these fake people still don’t know how to speak normally. With an almost pained smile you turn to look at the person behind you, one of the student body officers who had actually been a bully to you back in the day. 

   “Hey!” You put on a fake voice, just as happy and preppy sounding as the body officer’s was. 

   “Oh my god! You haven’t changed on bit, still rockin’ that great skin I see,” Your smile falls but before you can even retaliate Chris has wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smirking at the old student. 

   “Hi, I’m Chris, Chris Evans, and who are you?” The body officer looks up at Chris in sheer shock, their lips parted as they look between him and you. 

   “(Y/N), you uh- you didn’t tell me you had connections-” 

   “Chris is actually my fiance,” You smile, sticking out your hand to showcase the ring he’d bought you a few months prior. The body officer gasps audibly as they take your hand in their own, staring at the ring in pure shock. 

   “That’s- that’s-” They look up to the two, their cool, fake demeanor returning once more. “That’s amazing you too! Congrats!” You chuckle dryly, smirking as Chris gives your arm a gentle squeeze. 

   “Well thanks, it was great talking to you but we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” With another tight lipped smile you wave goodbye, turning on your heel to get as far away as you could from the ever snobby officer. “See? We’re not even here five minutes and someone has already found a way to make fun of me,” 

   “But we stopped it before it got any worse, we rubbed it in their face, remember?” You nod your head, sighing as you walk into the main room where all your old classmates had previously gathered. 

   “Chris, you are going to owe me so much after this,” You growl as you take a seat at some table, the farthest from anyone else. 

   “I promise I will take you out to buy some icecream and look at puppies,” 

   “Good,” You grumble as you fold your arms over your chest, glaring at anyone who passed your table. Chris smiles as he lets go of your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer to him. 

    “Tell me when you want to go rub your success into people’s faces,” You can’t help but smile, looking out at the crowd of kids you once hated. Even now they still had that ‘I’m better than you’ aura about them and it sickened you. Guess Chris’ idea of knocking these asses down a few notches wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

    “Give me five minutes and I think I’ll be ready,” 

*Too Close For Comfort* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Newt x reader. Newt brings his wife an new born daughter with him to New York. She spends most of the time in the case. Newt takes, Tina queenie and Jacob to see his family. Who are curled ups do being protected by frank. Who starts hissing when Tina gets too close

Years had passed since Newt had been back to New York. Promising Queenie, Tina and Jacob he’d make his way out there again soon, he found the perfect time just years after releasing his highly successful book. In-between the release, Newt and you had married and just recently had your first child.

 Excited for you to meet his friends he told you so much about, he made his way out of the case letting you know you’d be arriving in New York in the next hour and he’d let you know when he arrived at the Goldstein’s. Giving you and your daughter, Lily, a quick kiss before exiting, Newt smiled as he watched you cradle your new little bundle of joy. He was over the moon in love with you both.

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So i need to take a moment to gush about this trade i did with megan of MallowSoftGoods <3 
She made me this incredible cross back apron which is PERFECT for someone like me who is constantly collecting/harvesting little trinkets and gems along my hikes and woodland walks … it is also perfect for the home creator and artist <3 Super light weight, comfortable, easy to wear and has nice deep set pockets for you to fill with your tools, collected trinkets and all sorts of other treasures. 
Nice thing about this too, is that it is so comfy,cute and practical , you can even just wear it over a pair of leggings and go out. 

LOOOOOVE this apron so much 
Many thanks to megan 

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The musical would’ve been 10000% better if it was Gayer™

I’m talking like “What is this feeling” is about Elphaba’s disdain for Glinda’s classism and other bs while Glinda confronts her sexuality in the beginning of “college.” E. g. I want to kiss my roommate but she’s mad that I didn’t pick up my side of the room. But she’s so cute when she’s mad.

Fiyero “I Live In the Friendzone With my Other Friends (and I am Happier this way)” Tigelaar as Glinda’s wingman during dancing through life:

“No, Listen, I would get really jealous of I saw the person I liked with someone as perfect as they were.”
“I would too!”
“We’re so in sync let’s do this.”


the story goes that Elphaba Kidnapped Glinda but the reality of the situation is they are trying to sing As Long As You’re Mine but they can’t with each other’s tongues shoved down their throats

Elphaba sends Glinda back but before Glinda can go tell the world that Y'all Are Crazy That’s My Gf Elphaba FUCKING “DIES”

Glinda Forever Holding Onto Her Big Gay Secret


Perfect Match >> Suho, You (Part 2)

This a combination of two requests. Requested by @cloud9suhooppaand @bomsenpai (Arranged marriage and being mean)

Sorry for being late.

Prologue | 1

The tension in the atmosphere was too much.

No one noticed it except you and another eleven men (Junmyeon’s friends). Junmyeon still didn’t move from his place, as Sumi approached him and smiled.

“Hey, Junmyeon.” She said with a wide smile over her face.

“Hey, Sumi.” You said as you stood beside Junmyeon and nudged him. He finally came back to earth as he gulped. He tried to smile, but failed. His jaw tensioned. His fist balled beside him that his knuckles turned white.

“What are you doing here?”

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Is nobody ever gonna talk about the fact that they're all in this mess because Damon manned up and went back into the tomb to save everybody last season and then Sybil infiltrated his mind and made him turn off his humanity

You people spend time bitching about damons choices and the fact that he kills people but let’s not forget ur faves stefan, Caroline, matt, etc. have killed people too.
Stefan was literally the ripper?
Caroline went on that bender when she murdered her mother???
Matt killed vampires (cause he’s a bitter bitch that shouldn’t have lasted as many seasons as he has and has been irrelevant since rebekah left)
Nobody’s perfect yet Damon is the devil?
Hmmm… doesn’t make much sense?💁🏽💁🏽

deliciouslylittleangrytaco  asked:

Hey, Isayama! So, in an aot AU where they all are ballet students, how would it work? Who would be the perfect, favorite one, the one worried about weight, the one who twerks when the teacher is not looking? How would be Sasha, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi, Hanji, Reiner, Annie, Erwin and Historia profile?

Sasha would be the one who’s constantly told to lose weight, but she wouldn’t give a fuck, Levi would be the weird teacher, Annie and Mikasa would be the perfect ones who keep rivaling, Eren would accidentally break his leg because he develops too much body tension, Armin feels like all of that stuff is too much at least once a session, Connie and Jean have twerk offs behind the teacher’s back, Hanji would tell everyone smoking is a great way to lose weight and it’s totally safe, Reiner would be the one who’s proud to wear tights, Historia would do awesome, but she wouldn’t really wanna, Erwin would be the one who lives ballet