such a beautiful and talented woman

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This wasn't Earth-but it was home. with Shiro ((I'm honestly excited to see more of your writing))

Prompt fill for my Follower Celebration!

Night, my darling, this prompt was so beautiful and so much fun, bless your perfect, talented soul.

Special thanks to @melonbugg for being the greatest beta of all time.


Shiro didn’t remember much about his life before the Galra and he didn’t remember much about his life with them. He could vaguely remember his mother, a small woman. She loved tea, he remembered. Never coffee. Only tea. He remembered tea, sometimes. Warm and soft, delicate flavors and a spreading contentment that filled him with every sip.

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Taylor Rooks appreciation post.

At 23, Taylor is making a name for herself as a talented journalist/host/correspondent on the rise.

And she’s our own Big Ten reppin’, STL and Chicago reppin’, Illinois alumna.

Halloween

Summary: Nat and Wanda trick you into going to a Halloween party at the Stark Tower.

Warnings: smut- oral (receiving), penetration; fluff

A/N: Wrote this to get out of my writer’s block. I hope you like it!


“Fuck!” Nat yanked the strings tighter and you gasped for air. “I know I wanted to wear a corset for Halloween but-”

“Authentication is the key.” She helped you straighten. “And look at how great your breasts look.” 

“They do look pretty great.” You admired yourself in the mirror, running your hands down your torso and enjoying the feeling of the leather under your fingertips. “So…are you finally going to tell me who’s going to be at this party?”

“Nope, it’s a secret.” Nat chuckled as she adjusted her hair and makeup. “Don’t worry, you’re going to have fun.”

“You’re in for some serious hell if you’re lying to me.” You pointed at her and slipped into your leggings. “Why do I have to be a sexy cat? Why can’t I be like Victorian royalty?” 

“Because last time you were drunk you let it slip that you’ve always wanted to dress up as one.” Wanda slipped into the room grinning. “I told Nat and she helped me get the costume, now let’s go.” 

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As a long time fan of Archie comics, lets talk about Barchie.

I have told y’all before that I have been a long time reader of Archie comics since I was a little girl. I have had a lot of fans of the show writing to ask about the love triangle dynamic/Barchie relationship in the comics. I have also noticed a number of fans who have not read the comics thinking that the triangle has to happen or that Barchie is a given.

Long ass meta post for those who are curious.

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Since it’s International Women’s Day, I would like to put the spotlight on a very underrated classic Hollywood lady: Hedy Lamarr. Not only was she a famous actress, she was also an inventor who helped invent the system behind Wi-fi and Bluetooth. That’s right: she was not only a beautiful and talented actress, she was also highly intelligent and inventive. 
But Hedy was also a strong woman: she was married to a controlling and rich husband and had to disguise herself and flee from her native Austria to get away from him. Afterwards she reinvented herself as a glamorous actress and stunned Hollywood, where she was called ‘the most beautiful woman alive’. 

i want every creator that doesn’t have a circle of friends to help spread their work to know i’m rooting for you. 

i know you’re too shy reach out, you’re too busy to make the connections, you just want to share your hard work, you want your work to stand on its own without politics and favoritism to sway opinions. 

i also know you feel really alone most days. 

try to remember your work is valid. it is good. it is worthy. 

please don’t stop. 

they might have “popularity” but you have something far more important: talent, skill, passion, and beauty. the truly gifted creators were never recognized during their time. the popular ones are all but forgotten now. 

please don’t stop creating. you are amazing.

People get mad at Taraji P. Henson because she’s a Black woman who knows her worth. She doesn’t play at false humility. She’s extremely talented and smart and beautiful, and she knows those things. She expects (demands!) that her hard work be acknowledged and respected. But Black women who push for that treatment are always considered uppity or conceited or ungrateful.

It straight up hurts my soul that there are people out there blind to this woman's beauty.

Originally posted by geekyspinne


So she has gray hair.   So fucking what.  Most of us out there are going to have it someday, and hell.  Some won’t even make it out of their 20’s without it. 

Tell me something.  Does the color of your hair define who you are as a person?  Because it absolutely shouldn’t.  I’m sorry, but the very idea that it would is bullshit. 

Melissa McBride, from all accounts, is a wonderfully genuine person.  She’s well loved by her peers, and she has this amazing talent that allows her to speak a thousand and one words without saying a word.  She’s creative and kind and a precious gift to The Walking Dead fandom.  Her portrayal of Carol Peletier has transcended genres and made people that would normally shun shows like TWD take notice. 

And oh, yeah.  She has gray hair. 

But you know what else she has? 

A special sort of chemistry with her costar Norman Reedus.  A sparkly kind of something that is pretty rare on television because in the absence of unambiguous evidence of the true nature of their characters’ love (and it’s love, dammit…fight me), she’s drawn you in.  Admit it.  Even if you balk against the very idea of romantic love between Carol and Daryl, you cannot deny they are special to each other.

And why shouldn’t they love each other like that? 

Oh, I forgot.  It’s the gray hair.  That somehow renders a person a used up has-been around these parts.  That negates any desire to have a loving emotional and yes, sexual connection with the person they are closest to in the entire post-Apocalyptic world. 

Really people? 

Melissa McBride and her character are fucking gorgeous, and you know why?  It comes from within.  Don’t get me wrong.  Both of them rock the gray hair like nobody’s business–I can only hope I do the same one day, and thanks to MMB, I’m not so afraid of it anymore, but even if they didn’t, I’d still look up to them for so many reasons that I won’t go into right now. 

I’m not even going to address the absurdity that she’s somehow not a good match for Norman’s Daryl because she has gray hair and therefore, she must be old.  They’re literally the most age-appropriate couple in theory on the entire show besides maybe Carl and Enid.  They’re contemporaries.  And you know what? They look absolutely gorgeous together, but that’s not even the best part.  Their chemistry is a thing of beauty, and Carol’s and Daryl’s hearts?  Know each other.  They recognize each hard-earned beat. 

So don’t come at me again with this ageism fuckery.  Because it makes me sad that the people in my fandom can be so shallow, for them and for this adorable lady who deserves nothing of this. 

Look at her.

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 Y'all should be ashamed of yourselves, and I feel…I just feel sad that this is a thing. 

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Stepping off my soapbox now.  I can’t take the credit for the gifs of this lovely human.  That goes to the gif-makers.  I hope you don’t mind my borrowing them. 

Helpless (Reprise)

[Burr:]
How does a bastard, orphan, immigrant,
Would-be man of honor,
Ruin four lives to keep a legacy in its collar?
He lies about the story
So that he can die in glory
He paints himself as innocent
‘Cuz if people knew the truth,
How would his grievance seem legitimate?
Alexander left out details,
He basically impaled
Maria’s legacy in the chest,
When he thought it imperative
To blot out her narrative
But this isn’t my story to tell
You should hear it from the woman that went through hell

[All women except Maria:]
Helpless…

[Maria:]
I was crying, I was shaking
I was weak and close to breaking,

[Maria and women:]
I was helpless

[Maria:]
I was dying inside while you wined and dined,
I was trying not to cry ‘cuz of the hell that I was going through
I can’t depend on you
‘Cuz my situation’s helpless

[Women::]
Helpless…

[Maria:]
And I stand here defenseless
You left me with him

[All women:]
Helpless…

[Maria:]
And you knew I was

[Women:]
Helpless…

[Maria:]
Yet somehow I’m selfish
For wanting to get away
Susan would be safe,
I’ll change her last name
she won’t have to face all this hate
I won’t let her be helpless

[Women:]
Helpless…

[Maria:]
For her, I’d suffer for the rest of my life
I’d suffer through this to make sure she’s happy to be alive
So I’ll always be


[Maria and Women:]
Helpless

[Maria:]
Am I doomed to an untold story?
Will they think I’m the villain in our history?
Or will fate be kind,
Will someone realize
That Alexander pushed the truth aside?

[Company except Maria:]
When you’re living on your knees you rise up

[Maria:]
Am I helpless?

[Company:]
Rise up

[Maria:]
Or can I rise above my situation?
Can I rise to the occasion,
Forget about the hate I’m facing,
The sky’s the limit,
Why should I care about his false declarations?
I don’t have to be

[Company:]
Helpless

[Maria:]
I broke my chains and took flight from hell
I don’t need anyone to tell my story,
‘Cuz unlike Alexander dying in glory
Is not my priority
Call me slut, call me whore,
But remember that I

[Company:]
Rise up
Rise up

[Maria:]
I rise like the dust
If my legacy is metal,
Then most would let it rust
I rise like air
So let them stare because

[Maria and Company:]
I rise

[Maria:]
From my pain
I am the storm, I am the rain
I’ve almost lost it all
So I’ll take what I have and keep it close
The ghosts of my past can’t get me
I’m standing up
I’m letting go
I won’t suffer in silence anymore
I don’t belong to anyone
I’m no one’s whore
I won’t be helpless

[Company:]
So I will rise

[Maria:]
Rise

[Maria:]
So Alexander,
You can write these lies

[Maria and Company:]
But still, like air, I’ll rise
Alexander

[Company:]
I will rise

[Maria:] [Eliza (to Alexander):]
I’m erasing myself from this narrative. (I’m erasing myself from the narrative)
My apologies Eliza (Let future historians wonder) 
I helped break your heart. (How Eliza reacted)

[Maria and Eliza (to Alexander):]
You think you’re so smart,


[Maria and Eliza:]
I hope that you burn
I hope the tide turns against you
I hope you realize it too late
You’ve changed the world, Alexander,
But there’s a million things I haven’t done,
But just you wait, just you wait
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our beds
They don’t get to know what I said

[Maria:] [Eliza:]
I’m burning the memories. (I’m burning the letters)
That would have condemned you (That might have redeemed you)

[Maria and Eliza:]
You forfeit all rights to my heart

[All Men:]                      [All Women:]
I hope that you burn (There’s a million things I haven’t done)

[Full Company:]
Just you wait

(Well, that’s my song, I hope you like it!)

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the very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother; Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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A very important discovery has been made!

You guys all recall the (devastatingly beautiful) piece of music that plays when Sherlock smashes Molly’s coffin in TFP? 

Right. Well.  

Turns out that particular phrase - the fifteen gorgeous notes played almost exclusively by the orchestra’s string section - are also featured on the soundtrack of ‘Casino Royale’, (for which we also have David Arnold’s wonderful compositional talents to thank).

But get this, they were used in the theme of one specific character. And guess who that character was…

Vesper Lynd! 

Yep, Vesper - ubiquitously the only woman with whom Bond ever actually fell in love. Or so seems to be the general consensus, from what I have so far been able to research on the subject. It is widely assumed that, were it not for Vesper’s untimely death, she and Bond may have ended up together. Her loss in Casino Royale is thought to have been the main driving force behind Bond’s cold, inscrutable and ultimately emotionally-avoidant persona that is manifest throughout the following films. But with Vesper… it was perhaps the closest we’ve ever seen Bond to surrendering himself to a life of domesticity. 

Someone pointed out this fact in the comment section for the Season 4 soundtrack. 

The piece itself is simply called ‘Vesper’ and can be found both on YouTube and Spotify :)