she's not just another one


# she’s so adorable here, bye!

Some of you: accidents happen! People get accidentally pregnant all the time!

Reality: Cheryl is in her 2nd trimester meaning she got pregnant after speculation started and after Dan Wootten revealed chiam was “trying for a baby” after 6 months of dating. So no, this is no accident.

Some of you: god forbid she just wants some privacy and doesn’t go blabbing to the tabloids to confirm it.

Reality: Cheryl actively attempts to show off her bump for the last few months, wears clothes that accentuate it, allows speculation to run rampant, and allows her friends to talk to the media, etc. But oh yes, she is the most private.

“Next cosplay”! Yes, please.

Oh, she was so proud of her Padawan - she was.

why moana isn’t just “another quirky princess”

so ive seen far to many posts complaining that Moana is just like “all the other princesses and that shes “just another quirky princess” and i disagree with that

i mean for one, being quirky is a main character trait 101. and while i get some people find it annoying, dont diss all the disney princess for the very same trait that every male character has as well

also a very distictive difference between moana and most (not all) disney princesses is that she’s NOT inexperienced or unqualified for leadership. in the very beginning we see her constantly stepping up the plate and demonstrating her intellegence, forsight, and quick thinking to big problems. SPOILER: such as when she immediately thought of a solution to the diseased coconuts or thought of several solutions for the fishing issue until every established route possible was used up and then she started thinking outside of the box. or just simple things such as being able to fix a roof.

but i think the most stand out quality of her leadership is her willingness to give up her asperations of explorations for the sake of the prosperity of her people. like she does push the envolope a bit as a kid but as she gets ready to become chief, she puts her wants of sailing behind her for the sake of her people, without needing to be instructed by anyone else because she is a leader. it is only until SPOILER all the fish have gone that she finally has to consider going beyond the reef but she only does this for the sake of her peoples survival and not for her own rebellious reasons. and when she finds that it infact wont work, she immediatly gives that small hope of her dream up and is ready to become chief, because THAT is what her people need, even if she would want otherwise. its not until her grandmother shows her that in order to save her people she MUST leave is when she finally goes. not for a rebellious adventure or a way to act out. but as a leader to brave the unknown for her peoples survival. 

moana acts as a selfless hero right from the get go, and NOT as some fanciful rebellious teenager acting out for the sake of adventure who later learns to be a hero. 

moana is quirky, but her defining traits are her leadership and bravery. shes not just some girl whos quirky and wants adventure and has literally no idea what she is doing and just wants to have fun and do what she wants, against her parental figures wishes. moana is a leader, a hero, and a chief.

CS FF: Casual Fridays

A/N: For @lifeinahole27, who long ago left me the prompt of ‘Captain Swan - casual Friday.’ Thanks go to @lenfaz for reading this over.

Summary: It was supposed to be just another one-night stand, but somehow she got carried away with this one.

Words: 4000 | Rating: M | ao3


Emma was pretty sure that if she wanted to take the time, she could write a really useful guide on what not to do when looking for a potential one night stand. Forget warnings like not being too drunk, not forgetting to pack a condom, and texting a friend to let them know where you are, these seemed like a given. There was plenty of more useful advice that could be shared.

For instance, don’t go for the guy at the bar with too much hair gel. It will end up with him getting all too handsy before you’ve even left the bar, and you’ll be lucky if he’s ever taken the time to figure out where a woman’s clit is given how long he’s spent getting his hair like that. Or don’t pick up the bartender of your local bar, unless you have no plans to return. Ever. Or avoid the guy in the corner of the coffee shop with the ponytail, he’s definitely going to recite some sort of poetry in your ear while trying to get you off and it is just going to kill it for you.

Or, much like the bartender scenario, don’t fuck your neighbor. No matter how hot or enticingly accented he may be, if your entire goal is an orgasm (or two, if you were lucky) and to never see the guy again, fucking your neighbor is counterproductive.

Emma was pretty sure this point couldn’t be high enough on said guide.

(Even if said neighbor delivered three.)

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The kind of love she grew up on was pure and innocent. It was hearing her parents laughter floating down the hallway and being tucked in with kisses and prayers. But she did indeed grow up. She quickly found out love was many things, but pure and innocent wasn’t one of them. She learned that fights don’t always end resolved, but with screams and slamming doors. She learned that words had the ability to destroy and heal and then destroy all over again. She learned that the world was ruthless and that love was just another one of its cruel games.



Elizabeth of York aesthetic for @margarettudor

   Endearingly called “the Gracious Queen” by her subjects, one clear demonstration of the English people’s love for her can be recalled: while progressing over a carpet of woolen cloth that watching crowds were permitted afterward to take as a souvenir, a riot ensued and some died in the ordeal, all to obtain a piece of the cloth the Queen had tread on.

   After her premature death, the Tower – where she had died – ceased almost entirely to be used as a royal residence. Her family and subjects genuinely grieved her loss.


Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

A/N: Don’t know what this is. I wanted to experiment with my writing, so yeah…

Genre: Fluff, drabble, fuckboy!au

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Word count: 1202

Summary: In which you seek comfort from the fuckboy, Jungkook, next door.

Jungkook was a badass. A fuckboy who would screw every girl on his path. And then we have Lee Somin, a shy girl who has a big crush on Jungkook, his room mate next door.

And Jungkook knows. Despite his defensive and rude behavior, he couldn’t help but treat her a bit differently than the other girls he has ever met. As in calling every girl he met his baby, while Lee Somin is occasionally referred to as “My baby girl”.

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“I heard a noise behind me and saw Anna coming out of the house. She walked quickly towards us and, reaching his side, she fell to her knees and put her hands on his throat. He had this look on his face of shock, of hurt. I wanted to say to her, It’s no good, you won’t be able to help him now, but then I realised she wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. She was making sure. Twisting the corkscrew in, farther and farther, ripping into his throat, and all the time she was talking to him softly, softly. I couldn’t hear what she was saying. The last time I saw her was in the police station, when they took us to give our statements. She was led to one room and I to another, but just before she parted, she touched my arm. “You take care of yourself, Rachel,” she said, and there was something about the way she said it that made it feel like a warning. We are tied together, forever bound by the stories we told: that I had no choice but to stab him in the neck; that Anna tried her best to save him.”

 - The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins