If you see those deep, heart felt, meaningful scenes, of substantial growth-inducing conversations…as just the result of a childhood based friendship/understanding merging into their adult connection/understanding of “whoever they are,” (as Riley says) and will be as they GROW -
But that friendship, has more love and substance and CARE laced into everything they do for each other…then the entirety of the Riley/Lucas romantic relationship.
every year in Ireland we have the late late toy show right, we get some adorable kiddos to show off toys and perform while the most eccentric child of all (Ryan Tubridy) guides them along
But oh my god while it’s always been a much loved tradition I’m losing my shit and still holding back tears now because this year the first child they had up on stage was a Type 1 Diabetic, who got to demonstrate playing with the American Girl diabetic doll and then DEMONSTRATED ON HERSELF BY TESTING HER BLOODSUGAR LIVE ON AIR
this is so so important oh my god not once in my life have I seen any positive representation for any diabetics, especially not Type 1, especially not on Irish television. After years of the media spreading fear and false facts and generalising all diabetics as unhealthy, at fault for their own disease and a failed life, it means so much to have a tiny five year old do something like that so normally and out of the blue on live television. dont ever tell me representation doesn’t matter, especially for kids with illnesses and disabilities who are forgotten about so much when we talk about these things, if I could’ve seen something like that when I was newly diagnosed instead of hearing that I was going to die at 40 on health programmes or having kids and adults alike saying I was going to go blind or lose a limb or that it was my fault for developing diabetes i can’t tell you how much it would’ve helped me accept my condition and take care of myself. the impact this’ll have on young diabetics is huge
i was v turned on by maggie interrogating and i high key feel like alex would be to (aka we always need more smut written by you)
Watches still with disbelief that this is her girlfriend.
That her girlfriend is interacting with her best friend.
That her best friend is clapping his hand on her shoulder because she’s fighting for him – she was fighting for him from the beginning – and he has no idea how hard.
Alex knows that her ass of a partner’s been racking up the number of lives he shatters and calling it fun in the precinct pool – the one competition that Maggie always turns down.
So she watches as Maggie makes that adorable little oh my god you weren’t exaggerating he really is as extra as Kara I love him so much what the hell how is he real face in response to Winn’s boom; watches as she teases Winn and maybe makes him a bit terrified: a good big sister’s job, as Alex comforted him lovingly last game night.
Watches as the woman she’s falling in love with – is already in love with – what’s this supposed to feel like, anyway? – whatever it is, it’s perfect – entwines deeper and deeper into her life.
“Think I scared him?”
Alex slings her arm around Maggie’s shoulder and relishes the way Maggie automatically leans into her, relishes the way she reaches up and puts her own hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Almost as good as I do.”
Relishes Maggie’s adorable giggle, her perfect smile that Alex feels, hears, rather than sees.
“Take me home,” she tells her, and she relishes the way Maggie swoons at the intimacy of the statement, the way that – for the first time – it feels right, it feels natural, it feels perfect.
“Mmm, Danvers, my place or – “
“Nice work today, Sawyer. Good to see you arresting the bastards instead of protecting them for once, huh?”
And suddenly the perfection is gone, because Maggie’s body is stiff and her stance straightens and her perfect smile vanishes.
She nods stiffly at her partner, and Alex could kill him, and Maggie knows it, because Maggie feels the rage coursing through Alex’s blood. And that rage? That rage is what keeps her calm, keeps her voice level, keeps her suddenly slightly trembling arm around Alex’s shoulder bravely, as she counters smoothly, “Well, not all of us need to beef up our records with profiled cases, partner.”
“You accusing me of something, Sawyer?” His thin lips curl and Alex nearly reaches for the laser gun in her waistband and Maggie nearly lets her.
“Cool it, man, I’m just trying to go home for the night.”
His eyes drag up and down Alex’s body and he smirks.
“Bet you are, Sawyer.”
Maggie is out from under Alex’s arm faster than even her DEO agent girlfriend can react, and she is mere inches from her partner’s body and despite having nearly half a foot on her, he backs up. He’s seen her in action too many times not to.
“You look at her like that again and I swear to god you won’t have eyes left to look with, we clear?”
“No need to get all – “
“Yeah. Yeah. Clear.”
“Apologize to the lady.”
“Maggie, it doesn’t – “
“Yes, it matters. You matter, Alex. Donnelly. Now.”
“Apologies, Agent Danvers. You have a lovely night now.”
He retreats through the hall quicker than Maggie’s ever seen him move when not chasing down an innocent suspect, and she sighs with her eyes closed and relishes the way Alex’s arms wrap around her waist, the way her lips nudge aside her hair and find the nape of her neck.
“You didn’t have to do all that for me, Maggie. I don’t want to make work harder for you.”
“He makes work harder for me, Alex, not you. You never deserve to be disrespected like that, you – what?”
She’s turned her face to look at Alex, and Alex’s eyes are fire and fierce, fierce desire.
“What?” Maggie asks again, a slow grin starting to form, because she knows Alex, and she also knows what excited Alex Danvers looks like.
“Take me home,” Alex repeats, and Maggie gulps and grins and giggles and practically yanks her out of the precinct.
They’re barely even in the door before Alex finds herself slammed against a wall, Maggie’s lips crashing up into hers, Maggie’s tongue slipping into her mouth and making her melt, making her moan, making her reach down to undo Maggie’s belt.
“Uh uh, Danvers. You gotta earn it,” Maggie chastises with a kiss to her nose and a grin so sexy Alex’s knees threaten to buckle.
“I didn’t earn it, Maggie? I busted a crime ring for you, I – “
“Yeah, you did, and while we can… discuss… how attractive I find that later, while you were spending your twenty three hours and fifteen minutes beating the shit out of bad guys, I spent my twenty three hours and fifteen minutes jumping through administrative hurdles and holding off my terror of a partner from hauling Winn’s ass back into the precinct and getting my ass investigated for assisting a criminal enterprise.”
“Well, see now,” Alex gasps as Maggie nips at her neck and runs her hands through her hair. “That’s the kind of day that deserves a reward. And that’s all I wanna do, babe. Reward you. For protecting my friend, for protecting his girlfriend and her brother, for putting yourself on the line for someone I love, for your principles. For putting yourself on the line for me. For looking so damn sexy in that blazer – “
“Oh, you liked that blazer, did you?” Maggie asks between open-mouthed kisses, letting Alex back her over to the couch, nodding when Alex asks with her eyes if she can lay her down and, practically whining with desperation when Alex asks if she can nudge her legs open with her thigh, if she can hold her hands down above her head, and grind down with her thigh. Hard.
Maggie gasps and tries not to let it become a scream, and Alex smirks.
“I did. So much authority in that interrogation room, Detective Sawyer.”
Maggie chuckles breathily and glances at the way Alex’s hands are holding her wrists down.
“Not so much here though, huh?”
“You can change that if you’re in the mood to,” Alex invites, and Maggie moves.
Moves faster than Alex has yet seen her move in bed, until Alex is pinned beneath her, panting and whimpering and spreading her legs and sighing in relief when Maggie presses her thigh between them.
“So am I any closer to earning it?” Alex wants to know, and the frustration of Maggie’s day, the tension in her muscles, all ripples across her face, throughout her body, as she practically growls down at her beautiful, perfect, preening girlfriend.
“Keep being a good girl for me and we’ll see.”
Alex shrieks and Maggie grins and kisses her forehead. “All good?” she makes sure, and Alex rolls her hips up into Maggie’s thigh in response.
“Please,” she pants.
“Please what, Danvers?”
Maggie tosses her head back and groans from deep in her throat. “Yeah, Ally? You want me to take you?”
“Well you already took me home, so…”
Maggie’s heart leaps and Alex’s eyes soften from the lust because they’re not in Alex’s home. They’re in Maggie’s.
In the same moment, Alex leans up and Maggie leans down and their lips crash together because home, home, home, and Maggie makes good on Alex’s plea to take her.
Takes her with her jeans still on and her hair a tousled mess, takes her with her thigh between Alex’s legs and her wrists held carefully above her head. Takes her with Alex’s desperate pleas for more and Maggie’s body shifting so she can unzip Alex’s jeans, so she can slip her hand beneath her underwear, so she can check in one, two, three more times before Alex begs her to just fuck her, please, please, please, and Maggie does, she does, and Alex grabs at her ass and prays for more and Maggie obliges, bracing herself with one hand next to Alex’s waist so she can get a better angle, so she can fuck her deeper, fuck her harder, palm her clit firmer, and she reminds her what a good girl she is, and she reminds her how tight she is, how amazing it feels to stretch her out, how incredible it feels to take her, her, her, hers.
“All yours,” Alex breathes right before she slams over the edge, and Maggie watches her face because her face is beautiful and her face is rapture and her face is lust and her face is something that Maggie dares to hope is love.
She’s so beautiful, and the fact that she’s still shy around Stiles makes this look even more precious. They’re so in love. Lydia finally has that “can’t breathe until your with him” boyfriend, and I’m so happy for her. She deserves so much, and she deserves a love like Stiles gives her. Stiles deserves Lydia as well. They’re so perfect for each other, and im so happy we got to see their story play out to this moment. This look from Lydia is perfect, and Holland is so unbelievably gorgeous.
I just want to spend all of my time talking about how much I love each and every sign omg :’)
Like have you ever met an Aries?? I know this one boy and he talks like the world is this one great big opportunity, like anything could go so right or so wrong or so ANYTHING. Or I have this lil Aries friend and she’s honestly got this atmosphere that makes people adore her, she’s amazingly independent but she’s so funny and perfect, she’s gorgeous and I just !!!
And Taurus oh god they’re just???? so adorable??? When you’re around them you just feel like you’re At Peace with the world, they always want to just make the best of what they’ve got, and they get so excited about tiny things like chocolate and baths and interior design I don’t know how to deal… And they tend to have these random awesome talents?? You know? Ah they’re great
So there’s my best friend and she’s a Gemini and she just… knows how it is. And she's just got so much curiosity for the world, she wants to love so many different people and learn everything and go to parties and pass her exams and do EVERYTHING no-one will stop her she’s so smart and witty and just the friend you want so bad… honestly Geminis = A++
Then sometimes I’m like hating myself so much but I’ll read this post which is really Cancer positive and I’ll be like !!! we are so Strong and Moral and good people and when I talk to other Cancers online they’re full of so much love and emotion, they are filled with all the beauty of the world and I aspire to be like them, they care so much about other people it’s honestly so admirable
BUT BUT BUT I know I know everyone loves Leos but so?? why would we not love Leos??? Leos are amazing. And everyone says they’re arrogant or uncaring or whatever but they’re ??? so generous and kind and love others and they’re so beautiful and just exude confidence and want to be everything and I’m like yes you can I will always be their cheerleader
Don’t let me get started on Virgos ok. I have a lot of Virgo friends and I love the way they think about the world and the way their voice goes fast when they’re excited and when they stress I’m like ??? my friend you deserve more than this, you shold love yourself and they’re always so smart but they never see it they’re so insecure i honestly adore them help me please
Sooo okay I do have this one Libra guy friend and he is just!!! He FLIRTS with everything but like jokingly and he dresses so well and he has the most amazing joke faces and ! he’s dating the gemini and together they have such beauty, libras are so perfect in relationships, honestly doesn’t everyone want to be a libra, libras are the joy of this world, I can’t even
Scorpios, oh Jesus, they like exude this magnetism from within, you want to know them and be part of their life, and when you find out how much they care and who they really are your heart hurts because you want so bad to just love them and cherish them and care for them forever. they have this passion and this glory, how can you live without a Scorpio in your life??
Now I used to be best friends with a Sagittarius and when our friendship ended I HAVE NEVER BEEN AS SAD. Because how could you be okay with losing such a beautiful person from your life?? they are just like, at one with the world, like they are full of love and philosophy and understanding and okay but, they are also really really chill??? so awesome
Caaapricorns if you know me you will know how much I love this sign. They’re so Hardcore™ I Have No Soul and then you get to know them and you’re like oh my poor baby and you want to hug them so bad, because they hide so much and they go through so much and they are so strong. they are amazing and will go far, I 100% support this sign whatever happens
Right okay man I am going to need some time to prepare because who’s coming next???? AQUARIUS!!!! YAAAS omg I know everyone says it but they’re so goofy and awesome, they make you realize that yes this world is worth living in with people like this in it. they have such vision and hope and wisdom and you’re just like be my friend or I might die
Or Piiiiscessss I have a Pisces friend who is the gentlest soul, she loves to crochet and she is so kind to her siblings and looks after everyone and gets all uncomfortable when someone tells a sexual joke, but right in the CUTEST WAY. I don’t know man she’s great. Pisces are great. tbh I would give anything for this girl to be happy, she deserves so much
Let's talk about the A-MA-ZING parts of the last clip
-Isak sends his mom that he has a boyfriend and tries to comfort her
- Even shows up with a huge beautiful smile and it makes Isak smiles, too
- Even, draw a heart and write “i” in it (he is so adorable. God!!)
-Isak, goes outside with a huge smile and Even tried to kiss him (that moment was a little awkward but at least they are together. Shut up)
-Even being a total dork in reception and Isak loved it
-“Isn’t this man beautiful? My beautiful” (in “my beautiful part” isak raised his shoulders like “what can I do man I born like this”
-Even, kissing Isak on his cheek in the elevator
-How Even wants to propose Isak (this moment is awkward too but actually I think it’s really what Even wants)
-Even caresses Isak’s face and his hair
-Isak being beautiful as usual
-Even being beautiful as usual
- Isak calling Even as “BABY” (AAAAAAAA for me the most amazing part)
My stomach danced with nervousness and excitement. The loud chatter and din of the airport completely drowned out all but one thought; Josh. I stood on my tiptoes, groaning impatiently. My best friend, (y/bff/n), laughed.
“Calm down, he’ll be here soon,” she said, laying a hand on my shoulder. I sighed.
“It’s been six months, let me live,” I whine. She giggles. My phone beeps, and my heart race increases. I stare down at my phone. ‘Just touched down, be there soon. i love you! xx’. “Oh my God, they’ve touched down.” she squeals, getting out her phone.
“I’m recording this, it’ll be adorable,” she says, smiling. I roll my eyes. Five minutes pass, and that’s when I spot him.
He’s halfway across the airport from me, but he’s never looked so beautiful. His messy, red hair piled on top of his head, covered by a black beanie. A slightly too large black sweater hangs off of his shoulders. His thin legs are clad in tight, ripped black jeans and black sneakers. His brown eyes sweep the crowd, his chiseled jaw angling up to look for me. That’s when he sees me.
And then I’m running towards him, tears streaming down my face, me shouting his name in excitement. A smile lights up his face as he lets go of his suitcase and he sprints towards me. People part as they realize we’re headed for each other.
We meet in the middle. I jump into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck, and he falls to his knees, his hand on the back of my head and the other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. My hands are curled in his hair, sobs wracking my body. I move my head and kiss him, feeling tears on both of our cheeks. People around us begin to clap, and we just lay there, holding each other even after the applause dies out.
“God, I missed you,” I say, smiling and laughing through my tears. I pull away and admire his face, lightly tracing it with my fingers, needing to touch it. I never wanted to let go of him ever again.
“I missed you, too, y/n,” he whispered, his eyes wandering around your face. And he pulls you in for an even tighter hug.
“Hey, what about me?” Tyler asks, lightly hitting your shoulder. You laugh, stand up, and hug your best friend, who you’d also missed. “Thank God we’re back, he wouldn’t shut up about you.”