she's perfect in every single one of these pictures

“I’ve taken around 50 pictures of Nina Sosanya, and she’s perfect in every single one. She’s also brilliantly sharp and a joy to be around.”

Nina photographed by her co-star Roxanne McKee on the set of ‘Strike Back’ (2017)

His Last Request - Pt. 8: An Exciting Breakfast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: “Panic attack hangover,” nosy neighbors, fluff on fluff

Word Count: 5100ish

Summary: Dean and The Reader adjust to their new “apple-pie-life”

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me during my long hiatus. I’m not super proud of this chapter as I was a little rusty from my long break but hopefully its alright. It’s the fluffiest chapter I’ve written for this series so it felt a little awkward to me tbh Thank you @torn-and-frayed for helping me think up a name for the nosy neighbor OC haha Hope yall enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated!




You grimaced and scrunched your eyes together even harder as you felt tiny fingers poking your face.

“Wawa…Wawa! Wake up, Wawa!”

“Nooo, I don’t wanna go to Wawa…” You murmured sleepily, rolling your face into the pillow and away from the disturbance.

“Looks like she’s not budging, Jen,” You heard Dean’s voice pipe up. “Time to take some drastic measures.”

You heard Jenny giggle and your eyes shot open just as Dean yelled, “Baby Bomb!”

You felt a weight slam into your back and Jenny let out a chain of giggles in response to your “Oomph!”

“Wawa! Wake up!” She commanded, crawling up towards your head. You rolled over slowly and gently enough for Jenny to easily slide off of you and onto the mattress. You noticed Dean sitting at the edge of the bed laughing at you.

“What happened to ‘I got her, you just go back to sleep.’” You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Breakfast happened,” Dean chuckled.

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No offense but instead of having badass Cosette and Marius clumsily trailing behind her how about: 

 -Cosette and Marius having a thousand of inside jokes and always making eye contact and going like “EYYY” (usually internally, but not always) when someone unknowingly makes a reference one of them 

 -Cosette and Marius having secret handshakes that top all secret handshakes ever

 -Marius realizing that Cosette is actually a totally chill and awesome and nerdy person and becoming completely comfortable around her

-Cosette finding Marius to be the best friend she never had and enjoying every second they spend together 

 -Marius and Cosette being the picture perfect couple. Like, they have an elaborate picnic complete with champagne and a homemade quilt and both of them looking drop dead gorgeous and they’re like “yeah we were bored lol" 

-Cosette being super supportive and helpful while Marius deals with his anxiety

-Marius introducing Cosette to more friends than she ever had in her lonely, isolated childhood

-Marius and Cosette teasing each other 

-Marius telling super cheesy jokes and pick up lines and Cosette adores every single one and snorts from laughter each time

-Cosette and Marius being super gross in public just to embarrass their friends 

-Cosette and Marius having an open, healthy, happy, hilarious relationship

Beneath the Stars Epilogue


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Summary: Feyre’s finally done with her art project and now just had to sit by while the AP board grades her exam. Thankfully, she has a few friends by her side each with a big interest in how her portraits turned out - and for good reason.


“Feyre!” A soft touch braced on my shoulders as an ethereal voice floated quietly through the exam room towards me. “These are marvelous! I had no idea this was what you were working on so secretly all this time.”

“Thank you Mrs. Weaver. I had a hard time figuring it out, but I’m really happy with how they turned out.”

“As am I, Feyre. As am I.”

She hugged me after one last appreciative glance at the ten tableaus hanging on the wall in front me before moving on to one of my classmates. The AP Board had already come around to my set. I wasn’t allowed to talk to them or explain the art and how I’d arrived at this particular interpretation of their prompt, but the few hushed whispers I was able to make out sounded really positive. I was confident they’d pass me, but I had my fingers crossed I’d at least get a 4.

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I think it’s so funny how every endorsement I see of Clinton HAS to be framed as like “Is she perfect? No, but she’s better than Trump.” The problem I have with this isn’t that it’s keeping politicians accountable, it’s that this accountability is only ever applied to Clinton and its done in such a way that make it seem like she’s somehow uniquely problematic. No one, not a single god damn person reblogs pictures, news stories, or quotes from President Obama and says “Damn, I really don’t like how he bombed the shit out of thousands of innocent civilians in the Middle East or how he ramped up deportation raids and ruined the lives of tens of thousands of peaceful undocument immigrants living here in the United States, but like he’s alright I guess.” No, instead every single post I see about Obama is about how much we’re gonna miss him and I don’t disagree, I think he was a great President, I just think it’s amazing how the callous or problematic decisions he made as Commander and Chief don’t ever taint his public image, at least not the image that his base has of him. Yet we hold Clinton to a completely different standard, the handful of problematic decisions she has made during her 30 year career define her in a way I haven’t seen before, to the point that the only “acceptable” way to support her is to speak about it in a tacit or even hesitant tone, like “yeah, I know she’s a corrupt bitch, but I’ll still vote for her I guess.” The notion that she is somehow more problematic than any other candidate who’s been elected prior to her is patently false, being a world leader is a implicitly dirty job, it just so happens that we’ve come to expect men to do these dirty jobs so we reserve our judgement. I mean, people aren’t even allowed to celebrate the fact she’s the first female candidate for president because it’s apparently “white feminism” to take note of the accomplishments of women in our country if they also aren’t literally perfect feminist icons. It’s not just enough to be exceptional as a woman to be celebrated, you have to be perfect. Also, if a single god damn person brings up another candidate in this race and tells me how their record is spotless I swear to god I’ll lose my mind because the reason for that is that no other candidate in this race has a mother fucking record of having any sort of governmental leadership position. Its not that they are somehow magically more pure than Clinton, it’s that they never got promoted to a position that would actually force them to make difficult decisions of national importance. It’s easy to keep your hands clean when you’re an irrelevant congressmen from butt fuck nowhere or simply have exempted yourself from the political process altogether until magically deciding now that you deserve to be President. 

SNK Actor AU Names and Headcanons

Before anything else, what you read next is entirely my own opinion. I will not attempt to change your own opinion, and please do not attempt to change mine.

Thank you.

Miscellaneous Headcanons

  • Pretty much everyone involved with the filming- from actors to casting directors to the guys who make the weapons, has played a Titan at some point during the film. 
  • Hajime Isayama laughed his ass off when he was told who was playing Levi
  • Kid Eren is played by Hanji’s son, Alexander, and Kid Mikasa is played by Hanji’s daughter, Louise. Kid Armin is played by Reiner’s little brother Christian.
  • After the main roles, everyone was cast by “I know a guy who knows a guy know knows a guy who knows a guy who would be perfect for this part”. And it actually worked pretty much perfectly.

Eren Jaeger-  Edmund Schultz

  • Edmund only tried out for the part because his girlfriend convinced him it was a good idea. His girlfriend also got a part.
  • Edmund is  natural with the crowd. He’s actually a huge sweetheart who loves kittens and reading and the Internet. He’s in charge of running the official blog for Attack on Titan and is most definitely a fan favorite.

Mikasa Ackerman- Erato Katsaros

  • Erato is only half Japanese. The rest of her is Greek. Her father is Greek and her mother is Japanese.
  • When she talks, she has such a heavy accent that she has to always use her Mikasa voice while around people other than her parents. Otherwise, no-one would understand a single word she was saying. She has to speak in an American accent the whole time.
  • Her hair is naturally curly, almost insanely so. The fact that she never combs it if she can help it isn’t helping matters at all. The makeup/hair team spends easily an hour every day on her hair to make it look at least halfway decent before actually getting to making it look picture perfect.

Armin Arlert- Gabriel Lewis

  • Gabriel has to wear lifts in his shoes because he’s just barely too short to be Armin. Because otherwise, Gabriel hasn’t hit his growth spurt yet and is still the same height as Desiree. They have actually switched parts and no-one noticed for three scenes.

Levi Rivaille- Selena Sullivan

  • Since Levi’s character is so hard to portray in terms of all those hidden emotions and such- not to mention the height, the casting directors were unable to find a man capable of properly portraying Levi. They had to settle for a short, sassy, 19-year-old French girl.
  • Selena is one of those people whose hair grows at a ridiculous rate. She would have to get it cut every day before filming could start. Before she was cast, her hair went down to her knees. She said she grew it in about three months from a pixie cut. Her hair grows just less than an inch a week if left uncut.

Christa Lentz- Desiree Lewis

  • Desiree Lewis is the twin sister of Gabriel Lewis, who plays Armin. The two of them constantly cause trouble on set (pranks, mean jokes, the works). The director hates them.

Jean Kirchstein- JamieJones

  • Jamie is a Welsh boy who goes to the same high school as the Lewis siblings. For about a month, he dated Helena, but in the end she told him to just stop lying to himself and just ask out Gabriel instead (It worked, and Jamie and Gabriel have been dating ever since).

Marco Bodt- Martin Brandon

  • Not to be confused with Brendon Marten, which many people have done. No-one is ever quite sure whether to call them by their last names or their first names, because either way they could get mixed up. A lot of people just call them ‘Marco’ and 'Reiner’ or ease confusion.
  • Since his on-screen death, he has played several extras (In heavy make-up and prosthetics so that he wouldn’t be recognised)

Reiner Braun- Brendon Marten

  • Brendon originally tried out to play Hannes, but was pulled out of the Hannes-hopefuls and told that he was the perfect Reiner and signed on the next day.

Ymir- Eva Carlton

  • Eva as Ymir is one of those rare occasions where you have an actor who barely even has to act when playing their character. The only difference in personality between Eva and Ymir is that Ymir is in love with Christa, while Eva only sees Desiree as a friend.

Bertholdt Huber- Tristan Hoover

  • In real life, Tristan has the most vibrant red hair you will ever see, almost to the point where it seems dyed. He keeps it in a buzz-cut, which was very fortunate for the makeup crew who had to put on a slightly longer (and much darker) wig so that he looked the part.
  • His nose and height are real though.

Annie Leonhardt- Helena Lewis

  • Helena is the older sister of Gabriel and Desiree, who play Armin and Christa
  • Her nose isn’t actually as big as Annie’s, so they have to use a prosthetic nose. But she was so good at playing the part, they cast her anyways. Behind the scenes, she’s a huge sweetheart who gets along wonderfully with Selena.

Petra Ral- Andrea Trent

  • Andrea is a loner most of the time, preferring the company of her plants. She and Franklin- who plays Auruo, have been dating since high school (The two of them just finished up with their Bachelor’s degrees in Botany and Biology, respectively).

Auruo Bozado- Franklin Knox

  • Franklin- known as Knoxie to his friends and Frank to Andrea, was immediately cast as Auruo when he walked into auditions and promptly, and accidentally, bit his tongue while talking. Biting his tongue was a normal thing, and it was hard for him to get used to having to speak with his mouth so wide as Auruo does and still successfully bite his tongue in every scene.

Hanji Zoe- Erica Pierce

  • Erica Pierce is an American single mother of two. Her husband served in the military and was killed in action, leaving Erica to look after their six-year-old son and daughter on her own. She was in several minor theatre productions in an effort to keep her children away from Child Services- which she did successfully. Her children- now ten, are allowed to be behind the camera as long as they’re quiet. More often than not, they do homework while waiting for their mother to finish filming for the day. They live not half an hour from the studio, and their school is only a ten minute walk. 

Erwin Smith- Sean Lewis

  • Sean Lewis is the father of Helena, Gabriel, and Desiree, who respectively portray Annie, Armin, and Christa. Mrs. Lewis had jokingly dared her husband and children to try out for Attack on Titan, and didn’t expect them all to actually try out, much less all get the parts they tried out for.

Sasha Braus- Eleanor Spears

  • Eleanor is a Scottish girl who had recently moved to Edinburgh from the countryside, and had gone to a park only to be dragged down to auditions by her new best friend/ new neighbor Sebastian, who she got along famously with.
  • Eleanor is actually the kind of person who will forget to eat for three days in a row if she’s left to her own devices, and once went a week without eating at all. She’s eaten herself nearly to death since starting on production, because Sasha eats about ten times as much in a day as Eleanor does in three.

Connie Springer- Sebastian Elkins

  • Sebastian dragged his neighbor, Eleanor, to auditions when he heard that they were doing auditions in a nearby studio. He and Eleanor skipped into auditions with their arms linked and were immediately cast.
The Garde in a Facebook group chat
  • John: sees everything and never replies unless asked a direct question, every once in a while he'll send a pic of bernie kosar
  • Five: added into the chat by Marina, kicked out of the chat a second later by Nine.
  • Six: will go against anything Nine says in the chat, period.
  • Marina: group chat sweetheart. when out shopping she will send pics of two items she can't decide between and ask for opinion
  • Eight: sends so many memes. Sets crazy nicknames. Sends so many stickers. Meme king
  • Nine: half of his texts include cuss words, fights Eight's memes with his memes, and plays the basketball game a hell fucking lot
  • Ella: holds the highest score for the basketball game. Screenshots every single 'otp' moment in the chat. Bribes someone to do something for her with a huge collection of cute cat pics
  • Adam: one worded replies but will type in a whole essay with perfect grammar and spelling if asked to explain something
  • Sam: so many NASA links and so many terrible puns
  • Sarah: pics of what she's baking, and will send different variations of one picture to ask which version is the best

Title: Speed Dating Part 2

Length: 1,617 words

Rating: K+

Warning: like on cuss word, allusions to sex

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Reader, Cherik


A/N: There will be a part 3 because I’m unable to fit all I want in it right now and I’m tired so yes, part three is coming.

You were laying on Peter’s chest still crying after the fight with your dad. You had never said such awful things to him in your life. You hadn’t meant to say such horrible things but you had and you couldn’t take them back. In a way you were glad you had said them. He had been denying it for so long you knew you had to say them. Peter was calm the whole time as he listened and occasionally reacted to your recount. You eventually played the whole scene in his head with you own telepathic power. At the end Peter looked somewhat scared and also rather proud.

“Damn, babe, you are cold!” he laughed. You weren’t laughing. You were angry with yourself and with your dad. Why couldn’t he just let you be happy?

“Peter it’s not funny!” you shouted suddenly pushing away from him.

“Babe, that’s not what I meant.” He pulled you back into his arms and wrapped you in them leaving gentle kisses on your forehead. “I meant, you said what you needed to say. I know it’s hard to see but you were right.” It didn’t help. You still felt like shit. Peter noticed your look and thought for a moment. “Why don’t we go back to my place for a while?”

“You mean your mom’s house in DC?” you asked knowing that was the only other place he had to go.

“Yeah, she and my little sister on a girl scout retreat thing so we’d have the whole house to ourselves. You need to get out of here for a while anyway. When was the last time you left this state?” Peter asked and you thought it over for a moment.

“When Apocalypse attacked.” You remembered finally. It had been scary seeing your dad getting kidnapped by Magneto. Then your house had blown up and everything had taken a long time to rebuild.

“Then let’s go have a weekend retreat to ourselves. The world won’t end because we took a weekend off.” He said pressing kisses to your forehead and cheek. It would be nice to wake up next to Peter and not worry about class or training.

“You’re right. We should go, while it’s dark that way no one can see us.” Peter got up and packed some clothes in a backpack.

“I have to get mine too.” You didn’t even see him leave the room.

“Already got them.” You looked up noticing he had just come back in the door. Peter shut and locked the door behind him. You nodded to Peter. You both crept quietly through the house making sure not to wake any of the other kids. When you got to the front door you stopped and let out one more silent thought.

I’m sorry Dad.” You thought to yourself. Peter picked you up bridal style and you tucked your head so you wouldn’t get whiplash. Peter took a deep breath and you both took off.

Back in his office Charles felt tears running down his face from your harsh words. He had been sitting there perfectly still in stunned silence for over an hour. The whole scene replayed in his head over and over until he thought he would go mad. He knew he had messed up. That much was clear to him. How had he let himself do that? He put his head in his hands and cried. All the pain and memories had come flooding back. God, why did he do this?

“I keep doing this. I do it every time.” He muttered. He wiped his face with a Kleenex from his desk. That was when he heard it.

“Charles?” a voice said. Charles turned his chair and saw Erik standing there in normal human clothes looking very concerned.

“Hello my friend.” Charles faked a smile. “When did you arrive?” He rubbed his eyes like he was tired.

“A few minutes ago. What happened to you Charles?” he asked wondering what was going on.  Charles laughed wryly in pain.

“I had a fight with my daughter.” He explained wishing Erik would just drop it.

“Charles, I’ve known you long enough to know when something is really wrong. What happened with you and Y/N?” Charles rubbed the bridge of his nose. Erik walked over and sat in the chair in front of his desk looking Charles in the eye. Charles touched his finger to his temple and gave Erik a “May I?” look. Erik nodded and Charles displayed the entire fight in Erik’s mind.

“Charles…” Erik looked shocked as Charles turned his chair towards the window again.

“Do you see? I screwed up so bad my only daughter hates me.” Charles wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

“She’s dating my son. I had no idea.” Erik said in disbelief.

“Neither did I until this morning.” Charles countered. “Apparently, our kids are very good at keeping secrets.”

“No, I had no idea that was how you felt. I knew the kids were dating for a while now.” Erik admitted. Charles wheeled around at him. Erik felt Charles crash into his mind and Erik felt to the floor.

“You knew and you never told me?” Charles’ fury slammed through Erik’s mind.

“Charles, she’s Y/A. She deserves to have fun and see people.” Erik said trying to make Charles stop.

“This coming from the man who’s had four children with three different women and didn’t take care of three of them.” Fury blazed in his eyes and Charles didn’t stop until Erik was writhing on the floor.

“Charles!” Erik screamed. Charles stopped and looked at Erik with horrified eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I do this every time.” Charles said as Erik picked himself up. “God, I screwed up.”

“You need to stop the pity party for now Charles. You owe Y/N an apology and you owe Peter one too.” Erik said ignoring the migraine he had just received. Charles was about to agree when he heard a mental apology. ‘I’m sorry Dad.’ Then nothing. He couldn’t feel her mind anymore. Charles’ face fell.

“She’s gone!” he yelled in fear.

“What!?” Erik yelled. Charles scanned the whole mansion unable to locate hers or Peter’s minds.

“They’re gone! Peter and Y/N are gone. They’ve left the mansion. We have to find them!” Charles began wheeling towards the basement heading for Cerebro. Erik stood right in front of him and held his chair in place without touching it.

“Charles, stop. Let her go for tonight.” Erik got down to his eye level.

“You want our children to leave their home in the middle of the night?” Charles asked him.

“Our children are grown with their own lives. She’s just angry right now. Let her chill out for a bit. Contact her in the morning. You need to be off to bed for now.” Erik reasoned. Charles still looked upset but he agreed. “She needs time to think and you need time to cool off.” Erik smiled for a moment and with no warning, Charles chair lifted itself off the ground. Charles looked at Erik in shock.

“What are you doing Erik?” he gripped the sides of his chair in fear.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Erik smiled his shark like smile. “I’m taking you to bed.”

What was supposed to be a weekend ended up being a week and a half. When you arrived your first night Peter locked up his house and carried you to bed. The next morning you awoke to him making pancakes in his kitchen. When his mom and sister had arrived home a few days later they were more than excited to finally meet you. You liked Peter’s mom. She was really nice and looked really good for her age. You could see why Magneto had fallen for her at one point. After showing you every single embarrassing baby picture of Peter and telling you all the stories she had about him as a baby you were convinced she would be the perfect mother in law. But you knew it had to end eventually. After being away for so long you had started to miss home and Peter needed to be getting back to do training for missions. Raven would be extra hard on him for missing so much training.

“Peter, we need to go back.” You said after the tenth day.

“Back to where? The mansion?” Peter asked sounding surprised.

“Yes, I need to talk to my dad and you need to be doing training. You know Aunt Raven is gonna give you Hell. We have people there we can’t let down. This has been great but my dad has to be going out of his mind by now.” You said sitting down on his couch. Peter didn’t want to admit it but you were right.

“We’ll leave once you get dressed.” He went upstairs to tell him mom.

Fifteen minutes later you had hugged his mom and little sister and were prepared to go home again. You had a feeling this was gonna be bad. Before you left you looked at Peter knowing what you needed to say.

“Promise me something?” you asked as he picked you up in his arms.

“Anything at you want babe.” He said kicking his foot to get himself ready.

“Promise me that no matter what my dad says you won’t break up with me.”

“So long as you don’t break up with me.” He responded and you kissed him.


“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said and you felt Peter take off. Within what felt like seconds you had arrived back at the mansion.

perla-speedofsound-adventuring  asked:

So I see you're into BCB! I wanted to get someone's opinion on this. Why do you think that in the current chapters Paulo is ignoring Daisy? I'm thinking it has to do with Abbey and what happened at the con but I'm not sure

oh i am SUPER into bcb

paulo is ignoring daisy because of fuhrer abbeys threat

and then in the beach chapter, the entire paulo daisy phone conversation…erghhh

paulo never told daisy what abbey did. daisy has no idea paulo got attacked. daisy is finally sticking up for abbey (honestly re-read golden hour, its good for understanding this entire…mess lol)

so like….this entire mess? its everyones fault. 

(hey read more cause this post is crazy long)

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For Felicity, Forever Ago

World famous musician, Oliver Queen, declares his love for his childhood best friend in an album named after her. AO3.

I honestly thought I’d posted this months ago! I’m such a mess. I hope you like it anyway.

It’s a love letter. From start to finish, every word, every chord is a promise, a declaration. For her, to her. Songs she knows from her childhood, remembers him singing, fingers lazily moving against the strings of his guitar. And ones she’s never heard before, filled with things she spent many an adolescent night dreaming he’d say.

It’s a story, the progression of his feelings laid out before her, before the world, open and raw and painful. She’s crying by the second song, sobbing by the fifth, and left dazed as the final notes draw to a close. And in the silence that follows, his words remain loud in her head. Hope and regret at war in her heart.

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as more and more pics from the vsfs come out one thing that i notice is adriana is serving face and bod in every single picture. whether she’s walking or posing she is so self aware when it comes to her body and facial expressions every frame is a perfect picture. all of the nepotism squad has pics with their mouths open, eyes half closed, arms limp, back hunched, etc. and it’s a real testament to how talented adriana is and how far the bar has fallen for that show. it’s crazy

What photos Sophie thinks the characters have on their desks-

Bit of a random idea I had earlier 😁

Connie: Picture of Grace, with two small pictures at the bottom of the frame- one being her and Alfred, and the other being a department photo. She loves her colleagues deep down 😘

Dylan: A big framed photo of Dervla. That’s it. A hairy, grinning Dervla that he smiles at every single time he looks at it.

Zoe: Zoe has a couple of pictures. One of her and Max on a holiday together (in the rain), one of her and Sharice and one of her and Tess on a night out.

Cal: Possibly a family picture- him, Ethan and their mum back when she was in perfect health because he’s a sentimental softie. And a picture of Connie from his uni days when she lectures, but he only keeps that one on show when there’s no-one around.

Ethan: I like to think he has a picture of a night out- either with Lily and Cal, or his “lads night out” with Cal and Lofty.

Lily: A photo of her family, whoever that may be- maybe her mother because she was a strong one and she aspires to be exactly like her.

Robyn: Girls night out with Rita and Louise obviously. She’s red faced and very, very pissed but she still loves it because it reminds her what it feels like to be truly happy. There’s also a framed photo of her and Lofty in a photobooth being ridiculous fools in feather boas.

Lofty: The same photobooth picture of Robyn alongside a selfie stick picture of him, Robyn, Rita, Louise, Tess and Charlie in the staff room- everyone he cares about. With Dylan in the background looking startled as he realises what they’re doing.

Tess: Tess has a few- one of her, Sam and Saskia back when they were both younger on Christmas Day. One of her and Charlie as they attend a nurse’s ball together, dressed up and looking pretty. One of her and her fellow nurses, because she need someone to mother whilst her kids live away. And finally, one of her and Zoe at Tess’ birthday meal.

Charlie: 3 pictures. One of him and Sam, one of him and Tess from that summer when they took Little Abs to the local Chevin for Dixie, and a copy of the department picture because let’s face it, he loves them all wether he likes it or not.

Louise: Her, Noel and Big Mac when they went to a concert. Big Mac had just spilt his beer all down Noel’s front as he tried to get in the picture, and every time she sees it it makes Louise giggle.

Noel: A single photo from a marathon he and Big Mac ran for charity. It’s him, Mac and Honey at the finish line grinning like a bunch of sweaty Cheshire cats.

Big Mac: A selfie from a lads night out with Noel, Max, Lofty and Cal. He only likes it because he looks “incredibly handsome” in that light. Or so he says anyway.

Honey: A selfie of her and Noel on their first “get to know me” outing to the local Zoo. It was only afterwards that they noticed the baboon was photobombing them with its red butt.

Max: A selfie of him kissing Zoe’s cheek, and she blushing the colour of tomatoes. It made her protest but him smile.

Rita: A photo of her and Ash at the last Christmas do. Also, her lock screen is Lofty when he fell over a bucket of sick, with Connie stood behind him looking very disapproving. It’s her favourite photo she’s ever taken but probably not a good choice for a desk pic.

Jacob: He’s still waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch Connie out- so far she’s thwarted every single surprise attempt he’s made to photograph her when he thinks she isn’t looking.

I rarely unfollow people. It’s just not me. I can disagree with people, I can have arguments with people, and I can still follow them.

But starting today I’m going to have to unfollow some Outlander people. I just can’t do this anymore.

There is a theory out there that all women are put into one of two groups: the whore or the virgin. The whore isn’t necessarily what you think; bossy women are often put into the whore group. Powerful women are often put into the whore group. Women who don’t fit society’s accepted definition of woman are often put into the whore group.

The virgin? The virgin is the perfect woman. She is kind, she is gentle, she is maternal, she isn’t overtly sexual, she is graceful. She is saintly.

It’s Mary Magdalene vs the virgin Mary. 

With shippers, every woman that Sam is rumored to be with, whether he’s with her or not, automatically falls into the whore group. Every single time. I’ve looked through MacKenzie’s instagram. She is a typical 28 year old woman. She posts traveling, she posts pictures of beaches, of activities she’s doing with friends…there is nothing that is offensive. She actually seems like a good match for Sam: she likes to hike (she posted a picture from her birthday 2 years ago of mountains and a lake and called it the perfect birthday, whereas mine involves a hotel room and lots of tequila), she’s active, she’s into sports…she seems like a good match for him. But every single action she does is twisted to make her fit into the whore category. Every single one. Even the ones that have nothing to do with Sam (decorating a Christmas tree in a nightshirt) are turned around to make her into the whore.

And Cait is the virgin. She is perfect. She is flawless. She does no wrong.

And here’s the thing…the virgin vs the whore? It’s sexist bullshit. Women are more complicated than that…their lives are more than their sexuality, their bodies, or the men they date. They have hopes and dreams and aspirations and careers and friends and family. They take vacations, they see the world, they love and hurt and bleed. They also make mistakes. They make mistakes in their relationships, in their jobs, in their own personal growth. Because women are human. And drilling down those mistakes that lead to personal growth into the whore vs the virgin diminishes the power that is Woman. It takes her from human being into a giant sex organ, dependent only on if a man will put it in her for his sick power-driven pleasure or for the act of procreation.

I can’t keep watching this. I can’t keep watching the virgin vs. the whore. And I can’t keep arguing about it because you guys don’t care. You don’t see the fault in drilling every single thing this beautiful and talented young woman does into either selling her body for fame or to just her being a slut. It’s wrong, and it’s making me sick.

For the record, she is talented. She is beautiful. She is human. She has friends and family and loved ones. She’s probably made mistakes, because she’s in her 20s and that is the decade to make mistakes. It’s the time in your life to date the wrong men, to figure out what the fuck you want out of life, and to live. But her mistakes? Her failures in relationships? That isn’t for you to judge. She’s on her own journey. And she deserves more on that journey than to be drilled down to the whore by a bunch of people who don’t know her.

Ship if you want. I don’t give a fuck. But I can’t watch it anymore if you’re only willing to further separate women by using this horrible dichotomy.

So guys I want to tell you a little something about my bestfriend.. and I know she won’t see this until one of these days she’s creeping through my tumblr.. but when she does see this.. Kaylea I want you to know something.. Day in and day out you manage to continue to be the best thing to ever happen to me. You are the reason for my happiness, every single day if I wake up upset just a text from you gives me a reason to smile. When we met I never knew that you would mean this much to me, I never saw what we have now coming at the time. But I’m so lucky to have found someone so perfect for me. And the reason for this picture being the one I put on here is because it will always be my favorite of us because nothing could have ever been better than this night with you. I can forget to do something 3 seconds after I’m told, I can forget what I had for dinner last night, but 8 months has gone by and I have not forgot a single detail about this night. I was still in my ‘I’m too shocked to talk because she’s so beautiful stage’ so we didn’t say much that night, but we didn’t need to.. your smile put a million things through my head at once and I was more worried about what I would say to you the day I married you than what to say to you in that moment. I remember being to afraid to ask you to dance with me so eventually your friends pushed us out there and “Sparks Fly” started playing and we just danced and danced.. I got lost in your eyes that night, still haven’t found my damn way out. But there’s no need to anyways.
What I’m trying to say is that, that night I realized I was standing with the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I just couldn’t thank you more for coming into my life and saving me. Loving me when I needed it the most and being there when I needed that too. We’ve definitely had our bad days, but I’d take 100 bad days just for one good with you. You are the other half of me that I grew up wishing to find and I’m so damn glad I did. I don’t know where I would be without you. So when you read this, just know that you mean more than life itself to me and that every single day I am more than greatful to have you by my side not only as my bestfriend, but also my girlfriend. I cannot wait for the rest of my life with you. I love you princess, now and forever💕

anonymous asked:

i'm curious about your feelings on hawkeye in age of ultron?

he seemed nice? they did a good job of giving him the personality he didn’t get a chance to have in The Avengers, so now we know he’s… a Nice Dude who is far more normal than anyone else on the team. he’s the grounded one, i guess. 

the family thing was pretty weird, though. i mean, it’s totally plausible for hawkeye to have a secret family, not least because we knew virtually nothing about him before this film. but the way AoU introduced/depicted his family was… odd. (even from a logistical perspective, because it’s unclear whether his family are isolated as protection because they fear for their lives – which would be super dark – or just because it’s easier for narrative purposes for them to live in a warm and inviting Safe House.)

weird heteronormative bullshit

Laura Barton is two-dimensional caricature of a Perfect Supportive Wife, living with the kids in this Perfect Idyllic Farm. and honestly, i think this undercuts the idea of hawkeye as a “normal” everyman character, because NOBODY LIVES THAT WAY. the “human disaster” version of Hawkeye from the Fraction/Aja comics is popular for a reason: he’s relatable. meanwhile AoU’s hawkeye is likable enough on his own, but his home life practically felt like some kind of hallucinatory Americana dream sequence. his family are intentionally portrayed as living in a perfect safe bubble that represents a life the other Avengers can never lead. which brings me to the strangest thing about Hawkeye’s family: how the other avengers react.

let’s all move to a farm!!

i’m pretty sure steve AND tony both imply that they wish they had a family like Hawkeye’s. or at least, steve says he used to want it before the war, and tony says something about buying a place like Hawkeye’s farm for himself and pepper? maybe i’m misremembering tony’s part, but if not… WTF. steve may have wanted to marry peggy, but there’s NO evidence he was hankering after a white picket fence. from the moment steve rogers is introduced, he’s a furious force of nature, railing against injustice. he wouldn’t last two seconds in a farm in the middle of nowhere (or in the suburbs, or whatever). he and peggy would be tearing shit up until their dying day. the only way steve’s reaction make sense is if he was speaking very figuratively, as in, “i don’t think i can ever have a relationship.”

as for tony, the idea of him AND PEPPER POTTS living somewhere ~quiet is beyond the pale. and he can’t have been speaking figuratively, because he already has settled down. it just felt ludicrous and paternalistic for tony to suddenly decide after seeing Hawkeye’s picture-perfect family life, “hey, pepper and i should ABANDON OUR ENTIRE PERSONALITIES AND LIFESTYLES and become a traditional 1950s household!” Similarly, black widow’s sudden desire to abandon her life and “run away” with bruce, with whom she hasn’t even begun a proper relationship.

no “found family” after all

bizarrely, this nuclear family/heteronormative theme contradicts Joss Whedon’s usual M.O. of (supposedly) subverting old-fashioned gender tropes. Age of Ultron does the opposite, with hawkeye having the ULTIMATE stereotypical Perfect American Family (you know, the one that usually gets killed off at the beginning of an action movie to motivate the male hero), and the other avengers failing to live up to it in some way: black widow and bruce banner with their weird infertility conversation, steve as a stuffy loner, and tony with his mutant robot child. it’s like, “hey, wouldn’t it be great if you had a traditional nuclear family with a Strong Soldier Dad and a supportive pregnant wife who stays at home with the nice cute kids all day?”

of course, a more satisfying emotional conclusion would have been for the Avengers to realize The Team was their “real” family all along -- which, incidentally, is an ongoing theme in Whedon’s work. (it’s also what we see in Avengers fanfic, because people want the Avengers to be friends.) instead, the movie ends with the team breaking up, and steve and natasha taking over as leaders of the new Avengers. i guess you could even characterize them (loner steve and infertile natasha) as surrogate parents to the new generation, if you want to get overly analytical about it. it’s all very odd, especially in the wider context of the MCU’s attitude to parenting storylines: nonexistent and/or angelic dead mothers, but a ton of daddy issues stemming from dynamic, influential father figures.

TL;DR version: as a character by himself, Hawkeye seemed likable and fun, and i enjoyed the way his fight scenes emphasized the non-superpowered nature of his physical abilities. however, i thought his wife was a two-dimensional cliche and that his family storyline tied into larger problems throughout the film.

I like how john is getting all this shit for not liking troll girls when i can’t really find fault with his opinion. I mean look at the troll girls he’s met.

we got aradia

who has gotten to the point where she just wants to watch how everything fails miserably.


fish girl that has tried to kill him multiple times. Come on  man she even developed some kind of weird obsession with skewering him.


who, lets be honest, is not the perfect picture of sanity. In their last meeting she down right has a temper tantrum at nothing (from his perspective).


who just in the last few minutes barreled out the sky, crash landed, walked out of a flaming crater, headbutted him, told him to fix everything with powers he doesnt yet understand nor have the ability to control, and confessed to looting his kinda-sisters corpse for shoes.



saying “every single one i have met is some kind of depraved lunatic.” is pretty spot on

anonymous asked:

love your blog! also how do you picture in your opinion the perfect reveal?


I DON’T KNOW. Like my blog is full of reveal ideas, and I adore every single one. Like, I kind of want it to be heartbreaking, like, Hawkmoth hurts Chat Noir really badly and takes his MIraculous, and Marinette sees that it’s Adrien when he turns back. She is in shock while I’m crying.

BUT BUT BUT I also want it to be heart-shatteringly romantic, in the top of the Eiffel Tower, after defeating Hawkmoth. Ladybug says she feels ready to reveal their identities, and Chat is about to cry out of happiness, and he confesses he’s in love with her, and she also says she’s in love with him, and it’s super romantic and just… So many kisses.

But I also want Ladybug and Chat Noir to be trapped while Hawkmoth takes their Miraculous, so they’re trapped together as Adrien/Marinette, and have to figure a way out, and they’re super awkward and everything.

BUT I also want Adrien to accidentally see Marinette transform, and cue him blushing and stuttering while trying to talk to Marinette after the fight (THAT’S MY LADY, LADYBUG IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME), and have both of them blushing and stuttering.

BUT OH MY GOD, I also want Marinette to find out first, and freak out for like a few days, but start to realize Adrien isn’t the perfect boy she keeps on a pedestal, he’s flawed, and loves to joke, and is warm and caring, that makes her love him even more? I DON’T-


Falling Into You Part III

A Tayvin Encounter Set at the Brit Awards 

Part I Part II 

He knew he was staring. His mind was so wrapped up in attempting to catalogue every detail of her being that there was no mental capacity left to try and hide his gaze. He knew she could turn at any moment and her eyes would once again meet his. This time, though, he was not staring up at her on stage but rather standing only a short distance away in a darkened room. He wondered if her eyes would still find his in the semi-lit ambiance of the after party. His had certainly found her the moment she had stepped into the room. Despite her different outfit and the mass of people, she was impossible to miss. 

He had known she would be at this party, he had checked, he had planned. He didn’t care if their only interaction was another split second gaze, every moment in her presence felt like a gift from on high. He acknowledged the absurdity of the situation but thoughts of returning to sanity had vacated long before this moment. He accepted the madness, recognized the descent, relished in the fall. 

He tracked her movements with her friends, noticing her slightly off-balance stance. He wondered how much champagne she had ingested at the show. He was entirely sober himself, but her appearance made him as punch drunk as if he had accepted the offerings of Bacchus. Her legs were his vodka, her waist his gin, her smile his whiskey. He drank her in as the drunkard guzzles sweet wine. He was drunk on her very existence. 

He saw her stumble a bit in her impossibly high heels and his arm reached out as if to steady her. His arm hung in the air, his instincts overriding every ounce of common sense as he reached towards her. She was halfway across the room but he longed to help her. 

“Oy, mate, what’re you doing?” A grating voice stopped his movements, his arm lowered. 

He wanted to yell at someone, make them understand what he was feeling. His actions were perfectly rational as this woman was his everything. How could he not try and help her? To not do so would be an insult to his own soul, his own being, both of which were inexplicably tied to hers. He scoffed at himself. How could he possibly make someone else understand when his own psyche was such a jumble of emotions? It had been ever since she blew into his life. Hurricane Taylor, he decided to call the event, as she had truly shaken up his entire world. 

He repositioned his vantage point as she journeyed around the room, stopping to talk with different groups along the way. He knew that soon someone would notice his odd behavior, his haunting gaze. He couldn’t be bothered to worry about it, however, as the sight of her was worth any amount of ridicule. 

He absentmindedly pondered the potential of this being a legitimate psychotic breakdown. He had broken up with his girlfriend, after all, for a woman he had not yet met. Maybe stress had finally claimed his sanity. 

He shook these rather depressing thoughts off. No, he was not crazy. He was entranced, enraptured, and enchanted but not insane. This situation was just something beyond the ordinary. It is impossible to apply typical rational to the extraordinary, so Adam decided not to try. His connection with Taylor was the stuff of sonnets. Love at first sight was ridiculous, but finding one’s soul mate, after recent events he believed in that. 

An old myth spoke of how humans had once had two heads and two hearts, but the gods fearing the humans’ strength had split them in two. Thus humans were doomed to search endlessly for their missing half. Adam liked this myth. It spoke to his instant draw to Taylor, his immediate insight into her soul. 

He pushed a hand through his hair as she continued to wander the room. No matter his feelings, his knowledge of their connection, she was still the most famous musician in the world. There was a very real possibility that he could be thrown out if he just went up and spoke to her. 

So, he placated his rampant desires by continuing to gaze at her. His heart jumped a bit whenever her head turned towards him, but she never looked his way. His revere was interrupted by a small figure sliding up next to him. 

“So, what’re you staring so intently at?” A familiar voice chimed in his ear. 

“You must be more drunk than you think, Ellie. I’m just observing the general spectacle.” He intoned, his eyes breaking contact to glance at the petite blonde by his side. She rolled her eyes, clearly not impressed with his answer. 

“Really? because it seems to me as if your eyes haven’t left a certain blonde superstar all night.” 

“You must be confused, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His tone and posture stiffened at her knowing smile. 

“Really? You just got all stiff and formal, which only happens when you’re lying.” She beamed up at him, a devilish smile playing at her lips. He sighed. 

“What’s your point Ellie?”

“Well, I happen to think you and Taylor would make a great couple, you both being giants and all. I’d be happy to introduce you.” Her last statement came out more as a squeal, she was obviously excited at the prospect of setting up two of her best friends. 

“I thought Taylor Swift was taking a break from men. As her friend aren’t you supposed to respect that?”

“Well, yes, but just because Tay’s not looking for love doesn’t mean you two shouldn’t meet. I think you’d really get on well.” He smiled a bit, agreeing whole-heartedly. 

“Well, if she isn’t too busy I would like to meet her.” His tone was gruff, as he tried not to sound too excited. 

Ellie jumped and clapped her hands, giddy as a schoolgirl. Adam’s heart beat a march pace, his mind looping around a single thought. He would actually get to speak with her. 

Ellie grabbed his hand and started pulling him across the room. They entered the sphere of her perfume and Adam had to stop himself from sucking in a breath. She smelled of vanilla and pine forests, musk and sugar. He was intoxicated. 

He decided that she was more beautiful up close. From afar one saw the essence of perfect Taylor Swift, but in nearer proximity a much more intimate picture was painted. Adam longed to know every part of her, every freckle, every laugh line. He wanted to know the story behind this imperfect vision. 

Ellie pushed him so that he was directly in front of her. 

“Taylor! Hi! I just wanted to introduce you to one of my closest friends. This is Calvin Harris.” 

Her eyes latched onto his and he heard a quick intake of breath. His heart rate slowed to a pulsing beat. He smiled as he saw her recover. She began to speak. 

“It’s nice to meet you Calvin, I’m Taylor.” 

top 10 favorite beam routines of 2014
  1. Larisa Iordache worlds TF: Now, this is how you do your beam routine. In my opinion, this is the best performance we have ever seen from Larisa during her entire career and the fact that she pulled it off under such a huge amount of pressure makes it even more impressive. Sure, she could be cleaner (ugh Larisa point your toes), but she’s capable of a ridiculous level of difficulty, her combinations are well connected, she’s as solid as it gets, she moves fast without having big pauses before every skill and she has one of the best dismounts ever. To me, this is one of the best routines not just of this year, but of the entire decade.
  2. Wang Yan, YOG quals: While watching this routine I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. It just seems too good to be true. She’s not even a senior and yet, she has one of the most difficult beam sets in the world, and damn, when it comes to execution it doesn’t get much better than that. Each and every one of her skills is so high and clean, she’s simply outstanding. Her grigoras is probably the best one EVER, her layout is as high as it could possibly be, her leaps are all gorgeous, her connections are very well done. This is chinese gymnastics at its very best.
  3. Maria Kharenkova, Russian Cup: All the heart attacks we get while watching Russians on beam are worth it for routines like this. Masha is such a beauty on this event and her beam set really has it all. I still miss her junior routine but hey, I can’t complain with this high layout, the beautiful leaps, the insane level of difficulty and the stuck dismount. She is a fantastic beam worker and she has everything it takes to become a world or even an olympic champion on this event and I really really hope that this will happen.
  4. Bai Yawen worlds EF: This routine was simply magical to watch. I have to admit it, I didn’t think she has it in her. She was pretty much unknown until last year, she didn’t have much experience and she comes from a team known for its inconsistency. But damn, she proved me wrong. I was gasping after every single skill because holy shit, everything she did was picture perfect. She was so clean, so precise, so solid, this routine was poetry in motion. In my opinion she should have been the world champion, even with the step in the dismount, but it’s ok that she didn’t win. This routine will be remembered anyway.
  5. Norah Flatley pac rims EF: I thank the gymnastics gods every day for Norah’s beam. In my opinion she’s the perfect beam worker and she has everything one could ask for: difficulty, artistry, flexibility, good form and precision. She is light and graceful, but at the same time she’s aggressive and she attacks the apparatus, she has a great level of difficulty but she still finds time for choreography and does not sacrifice anything in her execution. Her legs are always streight, her toes are always pointed, she has good amplitude in every skill and she is extremely solid. And on top of that, she has been extremely consistent for the most of her career (except this years nationals but we don’t talk about that). I think she really has what it takes to become one of the all time greats on this event, I really do.
  6. Eythora Thorsdottir, Hamburg: In a world of front aerials + split jumps and switch rings + switch halfs Eythora’s beam is a breath of fresh air. From start to finish, this routine is original, artistic, unique and beautifully choreographed. And her execution, her lines and toe point are simply exquisite. Most of the combinations she attempts are only being done by one or two other gymnasts in the whole world and I just love her low to beam work in the beginning of the exercise. We desperately need beam workers like her and I couldn’t be happier to see her back.
  7. Andreea Munteanu match avoine: Some times I lie in my bed at night and cry because Andreea didn’t make euros or worlds finals this year. She’s just way too good to not have a major beam medal. I mean, her leaps, just look at her leaps. It’s not every often than I fangirl over a C rated element but damn, I could watch her johnson all day long. And her switch half is fucking fabulous as well. And her acrobatics are not any less impressive. She nails her bhs + standing full and nearly stuck her triple full dismount. This girl is amazing, she really is and I hope she manages to show it when it matters.
  8. Alyssa Baumann nationals day 1: Alyssa is so gorgeous on beam and I was rooting for her so hard through the year. However, in every single competition I expected her to screw up on beam, but she didn’t. She proved that all her problems on this event are behind her and I’m so happy for that because damn,  she’s beautiful when she hits. She’s really flexible, she has lovely lines and enough power to nail her standing arabian. She also has one of the prettiest onodis and switch halfs out there. I hope being a world champion will boost her confidence and that she’ll upgrade and stay in the mix for the next year.
  9. Aliya Mustafina russian cup: To me, Aliya’s beam is the perfect combination of elegance and power. She shows fantastic flexibility during all her leaps and her lines and toe point are to die for. I absolutely adore her original and well executed switch half + onodi combination. And it’s needless to say that the combination after that made me gasp. Also who doesn’t love a stuck dismount
  10. Andreea Iridon Match Avoine: Andreea is such a lovely young gymnast and her beam routine is full of pretty details. I adore the split mount, I adore the 1.5 Y turn which she nails every single time and I adore her leaps and jumps. And the low to beam choreography after her front aerial is what I live for. This routine is so beautiful, so clean and so artistic, I could watch it all day long.


Tabby reclined into Clint’s embrace with a happy sigh. His chest a solid presence behind his back; his arms holding her with tender care. She was wrapped up in his body and affection, and through the press of limbs and flesh he felt… calm. Relaxed. This holiday and this place had brought a piece of serenity to them both, and Tabby couldn’t help but snuggle in closer to bask in the soothing presence.

“I love the dress and can’t wait to wear it out. But you’ll be the only man I dance with.” The sight filled her mind… music and swaying bodies and that hot, flippy skirt twirling as Clint spun her around the room. It drew a husky sigh and a warm, teasing smile. “Though y’know… I’ve seen your moves. I might have to fight pretty hard to defend you from all the men and the women angling in to do the salsa with you.”

Her fingers settled over his forearms, so much wider and stronger than her own, and tugged them tighter around her waist. It was a little greedy, but she wanted Clint as close as possible. “My other gift… we’re definitely only trying that one out in private.” The temptation lingered to suggest they tried it out right there and then. But that was for later. Maybe. If he was ready.

She didn’t need more that night than the fire that warmed her toes and Clint close by. Except for possibly a little pile of gifts, shiny purple paper scattered with snowflakes, to be attended to. They were tucked beneath the tree, Clint’s name written on every tag, and she was dying to see him open each and every one. “But first… your presents?”

“As if anyone else stands a chance when I’m with you”, Clint chuckled, a little embarrassed because that was easily the cheesiest thing he had ever told her.

But it was also true, and he made sure, she would hear the low, promising undertone in his voice, telling her, he would prove how much he wanted her, very soon and very lengthy. He pulled her close enough to his body so she could feel the heat flowing through him, just from imagining her in that tight corset. Or during a slow hot rumba rhythm, their bodies moving against each other, his hand slipping under her skirt a little…

He buried his face closer to her neck with one of these little growls he knew she liked so much, fingertips playing gently up and down her sides and hips. It took a considerable amount of self restraint not to let his hands wander further.

“God, I want you”, he murmured, not even trying to hide the longing in his words anymore.

First things first. He wanted to make her something nice for diner, because that was Christmas too. Also, they would both need the energy.

Also, she had just said something about presents, and that made him blush instantly. For a moment he thought about telling her, she shouldn’t have, because really. It wasn’t like she had a Stark-employer like income.

But she looked so nervous and happy that he closed his mouth and leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss instead. This obviously made her happy, so he would shut up and be happy too.

And something told him, with Tabby there would be no embarrassing moments like with his teammates, who after more than 2 years still didn’t know shit about him but insisted on spending their considerable amount of money for stuff he didn’t even know how to use. In a way that was even worse than socks and a wet handshake from S.H.I.E.L.D. in the years before.

Natasha knew, of course. If they bothered at all with celebrating, sometimes she brought him something for his weapons and gave him very… bodily gifts you couldn’t buy anywhere. But they hardly ever met at Christmas, so their own little gift giving could very well be in June.

God, how glad he was to have escaped this madness this year. For that alone Tabby deserved that he tried to make her happy every single second they were here.

“Guess I’ll have to let go off you for that”, he whispered close to Tabby’s ear, followed by a gentle bite. “Be right back.”

Admittedly, he was a little curious now. More than a little maybe.


For Clint - my farmboy,

To keep you fed,

To keep you warm,

To us,

(And I know it’s really cheesy but) To bring you home,

Love Tabs

Clint unwrapped the little glittering boxes very carefully, slowly, a remainder of rougher times and a little child who hardly knew getting presents at all. He didn’t really find words, but he hoped, Tabby would see his feelings it in his astonished smile.

Every single of these pieces was carefully thought through, completely personal and spoke of so much love and affection that the attached card wouldn’t even have been necessary to know.

He swallowed a few times but that knot in the back of his throat didn’t go away. As it happened so often, there were no words to tell her how precious she was to him. His fingertips carefully touched the frame of that picture, and his smile deepened at the memory of this day, just a little harmless, casual fun before everything had gone to hell.

“Perfect decoration for the drawer.”

He nodded lightly into the direction of that heavy monster in the corner without really realizing he had said something. Many years ago there had been other pictures there, each and every single one hopefully burned by now, as he had told the housekeeper. Now these rooms were empty, nothing personal left here, and he was determined to change that. This house was to become a home for the two of them, anytime they had time and needed it.

His thoughts were far away for a moment, in distant places and times of blood and tears when he carefully picked up that compass and recalled the last time he had needed one. The memories soon faded, amazed away by the way the soft firelight played in the shiny surface, the restless movement of the needle until it settled to show the North. How did this woman know him so well?

“You’re too perfect. You know that, right?”

Very carefully he sat the precious gift down and stole one of these delicious looking chocolate things. When he was eating, at least he couldn’t say something wrong. Also they didn’t just look delicious.

With a hum of pure enjoyment he fell back on the carpet and pulled the wonderfully soft blanket a little over himself and Tabby’s legs while he settled his head on her thigh to look up at her. She would see that embarrassing shine in his eyes, but he didn’t care. She had seen him in worse, weaker states.

“Really, you’re amazing. All of this… It’s amazing. Can’t remember I ever felt so happy at Christmas.”

He reached for her hand to pull it to his lips and press a long, tender kiss to it.

“Thanks, Brooklyn. I wish I could tell you properly how much this means.”