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Jealousy Pt2

Word Count: 1960

    A/N: ahhh so much angst. I’m so sorry! But I will have part 3 up soon if you all are interested! also if you guys want to send me requests for fics i would be happy to write some of them! anyways, enjoy!

    “Just tell her how you feel, she obviously is confused on what to do because she’s in love with you.” Archie reasoned.

    “Maybe you’re right.”


    “Y/N wait up!” Betty called, chasing down her friend in the lot of the diner. “Please talk to me!” Y/N turned around, and Betty could see tears stinging in her y/e/c eyes.

    “What if I don’t want to talk?” Y/N said sternly, trying not to let her real emotions come through in her voice. She crossed her arms across her chest, and stood straight.

    “Well you’re going to have to talk to me, something is wrong and I want to know.” Betty said, crossing her arms as well. “I know I’m not your bestest friend, but I’d like to think we’re quite close.” Y/N shifted on her feet, and stared down at the ground.

    “I think we’re close friends too, even best.” she said, barely a whisper. Her voice caught in her throat again, and Betty gave a sweet smile. She walked towards Y/N and put her hand on her shoulder.

    “Well I don’t know about that, I think that title is Jugheads, you know when he’s not being an ass.” Betty teased but Y/N didn’t laugh. Instead a choked back cry came out, and Betty wrapped her arms around Y/N.

    “I don’t understand.” Y/N cried in Betty’s shoulder. “I thought he maybe liked me back, I thought if I told him about Reggie he’d-” Y/N shut her mouth, not quite sure if she was ready to tell Betty everything, especially not in a parking lot. Betty pulled back and brushed Y/Ns y/h/c hair out of her face.

    “You like Jughead?” she asked, smiling. Y/N rolled her eyes and gave a breathy laugh, wiping tears from under her eyes.

    “Well, more like I think I’ve fallen head over heels for him, not that it matters, he obviously doesn’t feel the same way.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. Betty opened her mouth to argue, but before she could Jughead flew out of the diners front door, and he frantically looked around for Y/N. Archie came through the door next, and immediately spotted Betty and Y/N. Y/N straightened herself out and walked towards Archie.

    “Hey, you alright?” Archie asked, and Jughead turned to them. He ran over to Y/N, but she refused to look at him.

    “Y/N, can we talk?” Jughead asked, but she ignored him.

    “Hey Archie, can you give me a ride? My phone died and I need to text Reggie back before it’s too late.” she said. Archie and Betty looked at Y/N shocked, and then turned their attention to Jughead. He looked heartbroken, but quickly his face shifted so it looked hard, neutral. Archie gave a small smile.

    “Yeah, sure it will give us some time to talk about a few things.” he said. Archie started for his car, and Y/N turned to wave goodbye to Betty, and then she turned her attention to Jughead.

    “Goodnight Juggie.” she said. He ignored her and stared at the ground. Y/N decided to pull one last thing, hoping to get some reaction out of Jughead. Something to prove to her that her feelings for him weren’t just a waste of time. She stood on her tip toes, and planted a kiss to his cheek. She pulled back and watched him, but he showed no reaction. Y/N felt her heart break, and she slowly made her way to Archie’s car. Once she was in Archie’s car, Betty walked over to Jughead and punched him on the arm.

    “What the hell Jughead!” Betty yelled. Jughead turned to Betty, and she watched as he touched his cheek. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Betty asked.

    “What’s the point? She doesn’t love me back, she’s going to go out with Reggie!” he yelled. “And you know what? Good for her! I don’t deserve her anyways! She’s got the whole football team placing bets on her, I walk through the halls with her and every guy and even girls just stare. How can I compete with all of them? I’m just weird, loner Jughead Jones! I don’t even deserve to be her best friend, let alone boyfriend!” Jughead gave a frustrated sigh, and Betty watched as he reached up to touch his cheek again, and a tear rolled down his face.

    “You know your wrong, right?” Betty said, stepping towards Jughead. He quickly wiped tears off his face and looked up at Betty.

    “I’m never wrong.” He said, and Betty rolled her eyes.

    “Well you were this time. Right before you came out here, Y/N told me she was in fact in love with you. She is just so convinced that you don’t feel the same that I think she’s trying to get over it.”

    “Maybe she should.” Jughead whispered.

    “Jughead, she’s trying so hard to find a reason not to. Why do you think she kissed your cheek, it was her giving one last attempt at getting a flirtatious or loving reaction. Something to tell her you care for her like that.” Betty said, grabbing his shoulders. Jugheads heart sank at the realization that Betty was right. He really messed up this time, and he didn’t know if he could fix it.


    “I’m such an idiot.” Y/N mumbled, leaning her head in her hands. Archie started the car and looked over to Y/N. Her y/h/c hair hung over to one side, and he could see the pain on her face. It hurt him that she felt like this, and that it was all Jugheads fault. Archie never admitted it to anyone, but he had been crushing on Y/N for awhile. But she was so head over heels for Jughead he never made any moves. It hurt him too that Reggie had gone after her before he did, and he wanted to respect the deal him and his football buddies made, and he didn’t want to screw over Jughead because he knew he was in love with her too. But maybe he could help her, make her less heartbroken. He had to at least give it a shot.

    “You alright?” he asked tenderly. Y/N turned her head, and looked over to Archie. He could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, and he felt his chest tighten. Y/N shook her head slowly, and he watched as a tear fell down her face. He quickly pulled out of the parking lot, trying to distance Y/N from Jughead. She started to full on cry, and he let her, occasionally mumbling things like “I know, it sucks and I’m sorry.” And “it’s going to be okay, I promise.” It only took a few minutes to get to Y/Ns apartment. Y/N lived alone, emancipated from her parents, and somehow made enough money to afford a small one bedroom one bathroom apartment for herself.

    “I’ll walk you upstairs.” he said, jumping out of his car and rushing over to open Y/Ns door. She slowly dragged herself out of the car, and made her way up the stairs to her door. She unlocked the door, and let her and Archie in. Archie closed the door behind him, and Y/N sat herself down on a small couch. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in your apartment.” Archie said looking around.

    “Well, welcome to my home.” she gave a sarcastic laugh, but Archie could hear the sadness in her voice. “I think the only one who has been here is Jughead, he lives with me from time to time.” she said, and sighed. Archie nodded his head. It was a pretty nice apartment for being so small.

    She had a small couch, facing a tv that was old but not too old. It was functional at least. She had Christmas lights up around the entire small apartment, with small Polaroid pictures she had taken of her, and her friends, and the outdoors. He walked over to the pictures, and looked at them. There were a lot of her and Jughead, and when he looked further he found some of him, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin.

    “I didn’t know you had these hanging up.” Archie said, admiring them. He found one of Y/N and him, his team had just won the first football game she had ever been too, and she begged him to take a picture with her. He had taken her phone out of her hands and opened the camera, but she quickly stole it back and pulled a small Polaroid out of her bag.

    “Nope, we’re gonna use this!” she beamed. She took the picture, and another, and soon enough, Betty, Jughead, Veronica and Kevin joined in. Even Cheryl at some point, which was weird, but she was going through her brothers death so no one opposed. He looked around the wall and found all the pictures from that night. Everyone looked happy to be in each other’s presence, even Cheryl. It looked as if they had all known eachother for years.

    “These are some of my favourites.” Y/N said, and Archie quickly turned to face her. He hadn’t even noticed she had gotten off the couch and was by him. Her face was plastered with a smile, and her eyes glowed with joy. She took a picture of her and Archie off the wall and handed it to him.

    “What are you doing?” he asked, turning the photo in his hand.

    “You seemed to like that one, so you can have it.” she smiled up at him.

    “I can’t take this from you. It’s yours, they mean something special to you.” he tried handing the photo back, but she refused to take it.

    “You’re right, they are very special to me. I try to forget life before Riverdale, I act as if it doesnt exist. I wasn’t in the greatest of situations and these remind me how far I’ve come. They’re the memories I want to remember. But as you can see, we took a lot of pictures that night, in fact, I see 4 others that are just of me and you. So you can take that one, I promise it will be alright.” Archie smiled at her and looked down at the picture.

    “You sure?” he asked.

    “100%.” Archie looked up at Y/N again, and they locked eyes. “Thank you for being there for me Archie. I appreciate you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.

    “Always.” he said, grabbing her hand. Archie couldn’t stop himself when he started leaning in, and he glanced to Y/Ns lips back to her eyes. Y/N started leaning too, and she closed her eyes. Before their lips met though, Archie’s phone went off. The two of them jumped and quickly separated. Archie pulled out his phone, and saw a text from Jughead.

    “Someone text you?” Y/N asked.

    “Yeah, Jughead.” he said, and he watched as her face fell. He opened the text, and sighed.

    “What does it say?” she asked quietly.

    “Please tell me Y/N is okay. I really messed up with her and I can’t stand the thought that I hurt her. I love her Archie, and I think I’m ready to admit it.” Archie read the text out loud, and Y/N backed up to the couch slowly.

    “He…he what?” she whispered. Archie’s heart fell, how could he give her up after tonight. She obviously felt something, why else would she almost kiss him. Or was it out of desperation? Only time would tell.

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Girl Like Her

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x (Plus size) Reader

Word Count: 1422

Warnings: topics of body size and weight issues. I tried to keep it as vague as possible so not to trigger. implied/mentions of sex. 

Summary:  Girls like you weren’t meant to be with a guy like Bucky.  He deserves someone prettier, someone skinnier, someone better.  Not a girl like her.

A/N: Hello Lovelies normally I am all fluff all the time. I have been going through some personal stuff and those thoughts put this little angst idea in my head.   Its going to be 4 parts and I hope everyone likes it.  It has been very emotional to write. I already have the entire thing finished I am just not sure if I will post it all or even keep this first chapter up, because it is quite personal. I am putting this first chapter out to get a feel for if I should post the rest or not. 

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“Wake up dumbass, you’re late for your run with Steve.” You fuss pushing Bucky on his bare shoulder, and grabbing your shoes from under the bed in his room.   He was lying face down on the bed, the sheets covering his naked bottom half.  You push him again and huff making your way into the living room.  You go to the kitchen and shove some scrambled eggs on a plate and grab one of the waiting pieces of toast in the toaster.   You grab a cup of coffee and place it at the head of the table.

Bucky eventually makes his way to the dining room and sits in the chair.  Immediately he begins digging into the food.  You, meanwhile, were rushing around getting everything ready for your day at work.  While you rushed past Bucky he grabbed your wrist with his human arm.

“Don’t I get a kiss before you leave?”  He pouts not releasing you even as you try and pull away from him.  

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Beauty and the Beast - Richonne Modern Day AU

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. ~Helen Keller

“Ex-Yankees starting pitcher, Rick Grimes was never a vain man. Still, a near-fatal accident left him with enough scars to make him want to hide away from the world. Now the only beauty left in his blemished llife are his two grown kids, his weekly Sunday dinners with his daughter Judith and his beloved flower garden. Scarred, body and mind, he could not see beauty outside of those three treasured things.

For 23-year-old Judith Grimes, life was finally falling into place. Freshly graduated from journalism school and armed with a passion for fashion, she’s landed a coveted internship at the powerhouse fashion magazine, Rive. As assistant to the New York City’s most powerful and iconic editor-in-chief, Michonne Dumas, Judith is living her dreams and learning at the feet of a legend.

A global fashion tastemaker, former model turned magazine editor, Michonne Dumas had heard the word “beautiful” thrown around so liberally that it had started to lose its meaning. Ironically though, she knew as the originator of the coveted “Dumas Look”, she had created the unattainable fashion ideal of perfection that drove her and the whole industry. Secretly, however, she had begun to despair that she was becoming numb to all things physically beautiful. That is, until she notices the lovely flowers her new junior assistant has on her desk every week. Fresh blooms from Judith’s father’s garden, the bouquets continually seem to brighten Michonne’s day.

Before long, those delicate blooms from the amateur horticulturist become a welcome daily reprieve from her relentless pursuit of physical perfection. And when Michonne finally meets Judith’s mysterious father Rick at the company’s charity ballgame, as the young woman hoped, sparks do indeed fly. Though, to Judith’s chagrin, not the romantic kind. Yet, it is from that very first encounter that they both begin to learn —things of true beauty can also be things which are deemed imperfect.“

Tale as old as time…

Rick was already missing his garden. The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun was bright, but there was no humidity in the atmosphere. It was the perfect day for puttering around with his flowers. But he had promised his daughter, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

He was thankful that the baseball cap fit low enough on his head to cast shadows around his face. The throwing gloves he wore hid the patchwork, Frankenstein-esque scars on his hands. He could no longer run even a mile, but physical therapy made it possible for his limp to be hardly noticeable. Although, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep up with the fast strides of his daughter.

He held on to her forearm. “Judy, you know your dad’s an old man. Slow down some.”

People were milling around all over. He felt his chest tightening and his breaths coming out faster. He’d adapted to his solitude over the years, only welcoming the company of his children. Crowds of people made him nervous now.

Judy tossed her head back to look at her father. The bouncing curls of her chic bob haircut matched his greying curls perfectly. Always attuned to him, she recognized the apprehension in his eyes. She squeezed his hand, but didn’t slow down.

“Daddy, I wish you would stop calling yourself an old man. You’re not even fifty yet.”

Rick shrugged. “Forty-five is pretty near fifty.”

“You have to wait at least twenty more years to collect Social Security, so you’re not old.”

“My knees beg to differ. Why are we walking so fast? There’s still an hour until the game starts.”

“I know, but I want to make sure I’m not late in case I’m needed to help with any last minute details.”

“It’s just a charity baseball game. Should go smoothly. You worry all the time like your mother used to.”

She shot him a sad smile. “That’s what Grandma always says too. Guess it’s in my DNA. I just want to make a good impression. Show Michonne she can trust me with the details. She’s so great. I don’t want to let her down.”

“Michonne is your boss, right? Calling bosses by their first names in the office is a thang now? Back in my day—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Judith cut him off. “Back in your day you rode cows to school. Grew your own wheat or whatever. I know Daddy. Maybe you really are an old man.”

Rick chuckled. “Actually, your uncle Hershel grew vegetables, not wheat on his farm.”

“What I said still applies, old man.” She pointed to a woman whose back was to them. Her locs were long and reached down past the middle of her back  “There she is. Let me introduce you. And please be nice and personable, Daddy.”

Rick smirked. “Aren’t I always?”

Judith laughed and rolled her eyes. “Nope.”

His smirk faded as they walked closer. Having new people in his orbit unsettled him. He tried to pull his cap further down, but it wouldn’t budge.

Michonne turned around as she heard footsteps approaching her. Rick had seen her pictures in the fashion magazines Judith used to read as a teen. He always passively admired her beauty, but he didn’t expect the radiant women before him. She was dressed down in a custom baseball jersey with her magazine’s name written in gold letters on the front. Her black shorts showed off her shapely legs. Her smile was warm and sincere as she immediately pulled Judith into a hug. She smiled at him over his daughter’s shoulder. He looked down at his shoes as a wave of insecurity washed over him

Judith, not picking up on her father’s reluctance for once, pulled him in closer. “Michonne, this is my Dad, Rick Grimes.”

Michonne’s smiled widened making her even more beautiful than Rick first thought.

“Ah,” she said. “So this is the doting father who makes sure his daughter always has beautiful, fresh flowers on her desk. Very nice to finally meet you, Rick.” She held out her hand to shake.

He clasped her hand.  He could feel the smoothness even through his gloves. “Nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

Michonne chuckled. “I missed that southern charm. Don’t get much of that here in New York.”

“Michonne is originally from Georgia too, Daddy. Atlanta, not a small town like you.”

“Yes, born and raised,” Michonne said. “I still get homesick for sweet tea, and my aunt’s sweet potato pie.” She pulled the young woman aside. “Judith, could you go help Sasha and Jackie with setting up the magazine display near the entrance?”

“Of course Michonne.” She kissed Rick on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, Daddy.”

He watched her rush off wondering when his little girl became a grown and responsible adult. He turned back to Michonne, who was still smiling at him. His nervous tick was to run his hands through his hair. He felt the urge to at that moment, but he thought better of removing his cap.

“So,” She took a step closer to him. “I didn’t put two and two together when Judith told me her father’s name was Rick Grimes. You’re the same Grimes that played for the Braves and the Yankees, right?”

Rick looked down as if he was almost embarrassed at her knowing who he was. “Yeah. That was me. Didn’t think anyone in the fashion industry would recognize an old baseball player.”

Michonne gestured her hand around the baseball field where they were standing. “Well, we are at a charity baseball game. Beside lots of fashion models date baseball players.” She whispered as if conspiring with him. “It’s a bit of a thing.”

Rick laughed. “That is true. Many of my teammates dated models. And playmates.”

Michonne chuckled. “I bet.” She tossed one of her long locs behind her shoulder. “Besides that, my own father was a huge Braves fan. I used to watch the games with him. David Justice was his favorite player, but you came a close second. He hated when you left and signed with the Yankees.”

“I almost regretted it. I missed home a lot when I moved up here with the kids. Though I did miss David most of all. He was my favorite too.”

Her smile radiated even more. “So you and my father will have lots to talk about if you ever meet.”

He nodded and laughed. “Yeah, our very own David Justice fan club.”

Her voice lowered a couple of octaves as she tilted her head to the side. “I remember reading about your accident, and saying a few prayers for your recovery.”

Rick nodded. “I appreciate that. God was looking out for me that day. My kids didn’t need to endure the cruelty of losing both of their parents.”

“Judith talks about her mom sometimes. She and her brother were both pretty young when you lost her, I remember her saying.”

“Yeah. Judith was barely out of diapers, and my son, Carl, was in the first grade.”

“Had to be tough to continue your baseball career, and raise two kids.”

“It was. Very grateful for my mom though. Couldn’t have done it without her.”

“I know all about the miracle of grandmothers. My mom died when I was young also. Spent so much precious time with my Granny. Judith and I have bonded over some shared experiences. She’s a great kid.”

He smiled. “I always thought so too, even if I’m kinda biased.”

“The best dads always are.” She clapped her hands together. “So, the game will be starting soon. I know you’re an all-star, future hall of famer, but I was known to hit a few home runs in pick-up softball when I was a kid. So don’t think you’re going to strike me out.”

Almost feeling like his old, cocky self when it came to his baseball skills, he crossed his armsover his chest and smirked at her. “Is that right?”

She winked at him. “All I’m saying is watch yourself.”

A woman with a short afro came up to Michonne and whispered in her ear. She nodded and told the woman she would be right there.

“Editor-in-chief duties call, but I’ll see you on the mound, Rick Grimes.”
He smiled a genuine smile for what felt like the first time in years at anyone other than his children. “Can’t wait.”  (” The First Meet“ - Flash Fic written by @blacklitchick )

I want to say a HUGE Thank you!  to my two collaborators @blacklitchick and @iminyjo <3. The both of you have been amazing during this project’s lengthy journey ;) -xo OMJ.

Invisible, Chapter Six

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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Sorry this is long. There’s a TL;DR at the end
Ugh I’m so mad after this one Sunday shift. So I haven’t posted here in a long time (like august of last year I think) but basically I work at a frozen treat shop that’s popular in the lone star state. It’s also important to note that we’re a franchise company with a corporate office.
So just this past Sunday (7/9) this woman and her family come in. I’m making the frozen stuff and my coworker is doing register. Everything is cool (pun intended) until the woman comes up with her receipt and says we charged her wrong. My coworker A goes to help her, and notices that the menu says our smallest size is $3.09 and the woman got charged $3.19 for each one instead and she ordered around 10. No problem, we can refund the 10 extra cents for each one and usually if a customer keeps persisting we’ll just give them coupons.
Nope, that wasn’t good enough. She starts yelling at me and A, saying that the manager on duty (me) is stealing from her and demands a full refund (keep in mind she only paid an extra dollar). She then says she’ll complain to our corporate office, and I tell her “ok that’s fine, corporate is the one who made the typo on the menu, not my bosses”. She fumes and sits down. Then a few minutes later she comes up to complain that we put the wrong type of sprinkles on her kids snow cones. We didn’t, we ran out of the rainbow sprinkles they wanted and only had the pink ones. A told her and she said that was ok. Again she accused us of lying, false advertisement, and she demand ANOTHER REFUND. I told her no again because SPRINKLES ARE FREE. She sits down and then not a minute later she starts to take pictures of me, A, and our other coworker S. At that point I told her to leave the store and she’s not allowed back in. She says “that’s fine, I don’t want to go to a store full of STEALERS” and leaves with her family.
I thought that would be the end of it but nope. She goes on our Facebook, google, and yelp pages, gives us 1 star, and posts the pictures she took and called us stealers and to avoid this place if “the ride short woman” (me) is working. My bosses had to contact her and tell her to remove the comments and pictures and tell her that she’s banned for life. All of this for being charged an extra dollar on mistake.
TL;DR a woman was accidentally charged an extra dollar. Instead of wanting the $1 back and some coupons, she demanded a full refund which she was denied by me. She then took pictures of me and my coworkers and put them online. She was then banned by my bosses

If any of you haven’t already noticed...

I am going through a major crisis.


Because I had another reawakening on how much I fucking love Helga G. Pataki from Hey Arnold. Let me explain why.

She is one of the best developed and most complex child characters I’ve ever seen on television and no one can convince me otherwise. Helga’s behavior is definitely portrayed as a joke for the majority of the show, but we get so many glimpses of why she acts the way she does. Her abrasive, bullying, and angry attitude leads many viewers to believe that she is an antagonistic force almost for how terribly she can treat people. If you think about it, though, can you truly recall a time when she beat someone up who didn’t warrant it? This doesn’t say it’s right, but the only times she’s ever laid a hand on other students are the ones that said something mean; granted Brainy is the exception here since the only crime he committed against her was invasion of personal space and stalking, but the person she beats up the most is Harold. This is a fact and yet the only times she does hurt him is when he says something mean and taunting to her and she beats it down to show everyone who witnessed it that these are the consequences to treating her poorly. Has she ever laid a hand on anyone who didn’t provoke her though? No. 

For Helga fans, I think it’s safe to say the three of the most iconic episodes showing her true persona are “Helga on the Couch,” “Arnold’s Christmas” and “Arnold’s Thanksgiving.” This is a generally subjective selection as there are other episodes such as “Big Sis” and such that convey further into the point of why Helga is the target of a barragement of shit, but we’ll start with these.

“Helga on the Couch” came out after the Christmas special, but this episode dedicated purely to our home girl was our first blatant insight to why Helga is the way she is. For those who don’t know, the episode starts out with a child psychologist dropping in to survey the class and notices Helga right away. When she discovers that Helga has once again punched Brainy in the face, Helga actually gets pulled into the principal’s office for it.  Instead of suspension, Dr. Bliss suggests Helga be required to come in and talk to her in her office for a therapy session, thus getting the ball rolling for Helga to begin to open up about her life in a very straight-forward way. We see her flash back to her parents loving their eldest daughter, Olga, but then the moment Helga walks in to remind her mother of something she forgot to do it’s as if the pleasant family atmosphere has completely dissolved and her family is brushing her off again. The final and most important flash back she has was when she was three. She begs her parents to take her to preschool as they fawn over Olga playing the piano like the protege she is, fucking brushing off their toddler who is fighting for their attention. Helga then proceeds to repeatedly announce she’s leaving for school to get them to realize what she’s doing, but to no avail. Helga, a tiny three year old, sets out in the pouring rain by herself in a New York type city, and walks herself to school because she has no other choice. People on the streets stare at her, this small girl with no jacket or rain gear of any sort, is sopping wet and walking to school. The fact that she knows the way is an even deeper sting because if a toddler can remember where to go on complicated city streets, this suggests this isn’t the first time this has happened. The shrink is now appalled at the story, realizing that Helga has never had anyone truly notice her, to which she responds “there was one person…” So by the time she gets to the school, she’s freezing and covered in mud and miserable, but who steps up to her and offers his umbrella? ARNOLD DOES. He compliments her bow as Phil leads him inside, and instantly she’s enamoured with the first person to ever show her kindness. Flash forward to inside during snack time. Helga didn’t have a lunch or anything like the other kids did, so during snack time, she was getting ready to FEAST on her measly snack of two saltine crackers when fucking Harold eats her goddamn crackers and laughs in her face while he does so. Helga is on the verge of tears, no doubt that being the only food she’d get that day, when Arnold gives her his crackers with a big warm smile. Helga oggles after him in gratitude and admiration, earning her a barrage of teasing from Harold and causing the other kids to laugh at her too. This moment…this right here:

This was the turning point. This was the moment when Helga snapped.

Her scowl becomes enraged and violent as she beats the everloving shit out of Harold, stomping off and knocking over the other kids whom had teased her only moments ago, announcing this was “her school now.” The other kids are shocked at the change and now fear her wrath, thus beginning the era of Top Bitch Helga. For years, the viewers just thought it was a comedic relief thing to see such an angry, confrontational character, but after seeing this episode, it’s not funny anymore: it’s real. Helga is the girl who is terrified of showing any sort of emotion that isn’t anger because, that first moment she showed her vulnerability, she was taunted for doing so. She walls herself off from others because she fears being made small. For years, and even following her into elementary school, she had zero control over her life and her only outlet was to reject the world as it had rejected her. This mentality followed her for the rest of her life on the show, making it so painful to see others interact with her. She had Phoebe, but she even kept her at a distance, never showing the sensitive, emotional side of herself even to her best friend. Everyone else she treats coldly and with sarcasm or hostility, not giving them the opportunity to reject her before she makes it clear that she rejects them first. This look into her childhood shows why she’s so abrasive and mean: it’s her coping mechanism to being treated like absolute horse shit her entire life. 

Next is the Thanksgiving episode. Helga hates when Olga is home, so she slips out because she wants to get away. She and Arnold both sort of pout together, but eventually head to their respective homes. Arnold comes home to his loving grandparents and boarders waiting for him with a traditional Thanksgiving dinner on the roof, whereas Helga comes home to her parents actually worried about her. Here’s the kicker though: Olga had panicked and made missing posters already, but here’s what they looked like:

Now it was brushed off and taken as a joke, but this is actually incredibly disgusting. Olga is worried that her little nine-year-old sister is missing, and what does she do? Make fliers, but fliers that don’t even say her sister’s name. The picture she uses is one that has the attention centered on her, posing like a model while her sister is in the background scowling at her. Then the caption: Award Winning Olga Pataki’s sister. Not one mention of her sister’s name, nope it simply highlights how highly she thinks of herself and the fact that she always has to be in the center of attention with the words Award Winning. Even when a family catastrophe strikes at the potential of their youngest going missing, that child is still placed on the back burner in comparison to her. I know Olga has had her moments of trying to have a nice relationship with her sister, but it doesn’t make up for this or anything else she’s done to her sister. Olga never hurt her, no, but she played into her little sister’s neglect by even doing it herself in the episode “Big Sis,” but I’ll touch on that later.

The last major episode that never ceases to make me cry nineteen years after airing is the Christmas special. According to the wiki synopsis for the episode, “When Arnold draws Mr. Hyunh’s name in the boarding house’s Secret Santa, he decides to make it the most special Christmas ever for the lonely boarder and tries to reunite Mr. Hyunh with his long-lost daughter. Meanwhile, Helga agonises over what would make the perfect present for Arnold.” Now, Helga follows Arnold and Gerald around all day, clamoring to figure out what Arnold wants, but catches wind of what he’s trying to do for Mr. Hyunh. Arnold and Gerald are one step away from being able to get the city archivist guy working for the offices who have the information on Mr. Hyunh’s daughter, whom been given up because Hyunh wanted to spare her from growing up in Vietnam with the war raging on and he had to wait 20 years to get out of Vietnam and come to America (YOU SEE ACTUAL WAR IN THE FLASH BACK I MIGHT ADD,) but the deal they made with the man is void because the boys couldn’t find the final item on the list: a pair of Nancy Spumoni snow boots. The entire city was sold out thus dooming Arnold and Gerald in their endeavors to disappointment. They head home, Helga feeling genuine sorrow for him and heads home herself. To cheer her up, her mom lets her open a present although it’s Christmas Eve and it’s the boots. Helga had wanted them so badly she burst outside to try them out but was met with instant conflict about what to do. She doesn’t toil long, though, as she rushes back to the archivist offices and throws the boots at Mr. Bailey, telling him they have work to do. At first, he says they’re closed and there’s nothing he could do now, but Helga gets real with him and says. “For pity’s sake, are you that cold? Look into your heart. We’ve got a choice here: either you and I work all night to find a certain lost daughter, or you can leave now. But if you leave now, that little football-headed kid will never believe in miracles again.” Before I continue on, let’s sit on that phrase for a moment. She is concerned with him believing in miracles, but why? Why did she say it like this? It’s because this is what she truly admires about Arnold that she feels she doesn’t have: his sense of wonder and innocence, not to mention his heart of gold and willingness to go out of his way for other people. When Helga sees him absolutely deflate from his failure at finding Mai, it hurts her, too, even though it doesn’t affect her. She feels so strongly for him that his sadness and the loss of his spark fuels her to finish what he started to bring it back. 

Now we’re at the boarding house and everyone is opening their secret santa gifts, but there’s nothing for Mr. Hyunh. He is still brooding in the corner, the holidays being a season that made him forlorn and distant, but says he doesn’t need a present when the boarders realize there is nothing under the tree for him. A knock on the door interrupts the conversation, but Grandpa returns with a young woman, who calls out to Mr. Hyunh in Vietnamese with “dad.” Suddenly he is filled with joy and they run to each other and talk in their native tongue. Arnold is confused, but wondering how such a miracle could happen. Gerald suggests he’s got a Christmas angel looking out for him, to which the shot pans to Helga silently standing outside with an adoring smile on her face as she whispers, “Merry Christmas, Arnold.” This is SOOOOOOOO important because it shows, despite her harsh exterior and foul treatment by her family and peers, she is such a caring and warm-hearted person despite what she and everyone else believes. She gives up these boots, boots that are expensive and rare and her mother had to wait eight hours in line to get, to held Arnold help someone else. Sure, it could be interpreted as her only doing it to make him like her, but where’s the proof? When she brought Mai to the boarding house, she stayed outside, silent and letting Arnold and his family have their moment without crediting herself. She cares so deeply about this boy that she gives up the only thing she wanted for Christmas to make his. This episode aside, this isn’t the first time she’s put herself aside for him. 

The episode where Lila rejects Arnold and he becomes sad and disappointed, who’s there to comfort him in her own weird way? HELGA. She knows he likes this other girl and, when she rejects him, rather than rub it in his face in victory she comforts him and even asks if he’s okay. She could be celebrating, but she worries about him and his hurt instead. 

Helga deals with her society as a whole, too, as she’s made to feel ugly for not being conventionally pretty. She buys magazines for preteens, even staring at them sadly as she feels she can’t compare to the models, and begins to hack away at herself, plucking the shit out of her eyebrow, plastering makeup on, putting a bra on and stuffing it to give the appearance of boobs, shaving her legs and putting on a skin tight dress to get into Rhonda’s party, her being the only girl in the class not invited. It’s so sad to see just how hard she tried to be accepted despite all of her plights at pushing everyone away and how as a damn fourth grader she clamors to look like a mature woman just to be liked. It’s the saddest thing to watch this girl who should only be worrying about being a kid have to worry about, not only her incredibly neglectful family and critical peers, but about beauty as well. At this point it’s safe to say that no one has ever called Helga pretty, and that’s the saddest part.

She is used as comedic relief so much, but as the series progresses and we see what Helga is truly like, it becomes less like satire and more heartbreaking to see someone have to be so strong for herself when no one else will be. She’s the one who is the bigger person in certain quarrels with her family members even though they are the adults, and she makes an honest effort to own up to mistakes that she’s made. She’s nine years old, is canonically proven to have the IQ of a genius, grew up and lives with a neglectful family, tries to shield herself from any negative shitstorms from her peers, all the while still being incredibly loving and caring and just wanting to be validated as a human being. The magician episode was enough to show how she even suffers from severe depression because of her upbringing although it’s incredibly suppressed, as she sees in her mind that she’s gone but everyone’s glad she’s gone. 

Neglectful family aside, I related to Helga so much as a child and even now because of her behavior. When I was a kid I acted the same exact way as her: abrasive and angry because I was terrified of rejection. It was my way of coping and faking it to show the world I didn’t actually care when I did. I related even more on her treatment of Arnold because when I like a boy that much, I would be mean, too. I don’t know why, but I was afraid of the thought that if I showed my interest or admiration, it would be a sign of weakness, so I walled myself off. 

Helga G. Pataki is such a wonderfully written character and, even as a child, I loved her so much because she had such a realistic growth arc due to her childhood, but despite the odds, still didn’t let the world that had been nothing but cold and cruel to her change who she truly was inside as she always remained true to her heart and her passions. She didn’t deserve the way people treated her, but I’m so proud of how strong she stayed despite it all.

I’m glad Helga was a part of my childhood and if I could give her a hug and tell her I love her I would.

Baby Steps

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2062

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, fluff

Notes: This is my first fic in a while and it’s a totally new fandom so I’m a little nervous about posting it! Not sure who to tag so… yeah! Hope you guys like it! Xox <3

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

“Guys, c'mon,” Rick continued to press the point, earning him a sigh from both of you as he furrowed his brow. “She’s throwing this thing for us. We gotta be there.”

“No!” You and Daryl both emphasised the word for the umpteenth time, smirking at each other as Rick growled in irritation.

“Fine,” he mumbled in defeat, shaking his head as he walked away. “But hopefully y'all will see sense and show your faces.”

“Fat chance of that,” Daryl muttered as you perched on the bottom step next to him. “Whole thing’s stupid if ya ask me.”

“I didn’t,” You grinned as he quirked a brow in your direction, a small smile on his lips as he nudged your knee with his. “I dunno why Rick thinks we’ll show. I don’t even wanna be in this damn place.”

It was the truth too. Since you’d arrived in Alexandria, you’d felt uncomfortable here and you knew the archer felt the same. The only difference was that he had a better chance of fitting in than you did. You’d known Daryl and the rest of Rick’s little group a long time, finding them at the prison. You had been withdrawn and mistrusting of pretty much all of them for the longest time. Daryl had been the first to break through any of your barriers; he understood what it was like to feel the way you did. Hell, he still found it hard now. With his help, you’d managed to break down a few more barriers and let the others in too, eventually learning to love and trust them all like they were your own flesh and blood.

You and Daryl had an entirely different dynamic, however. The two of you had a bond you’d never experienced with anyone else before and that was probably the reason you’d fallen for him; he knew you. He got you and you got him. Of course, you’d never told him how you’d felt; you were both as awkward as one another in that regard. You were happy with how things were and having him as a friend was more than you could have ever asked for.

“What ya thinkin’ about?” He queried, your eyes finding his sky blue ones as you flushed. “You’ve gone real quiet, girl.”

“Nothin’,” you lied, shaking your hair over your shoulders as you gazed once more at your surroundings. Alexandria was beautiful and safe, but it still made you uneasy.

“Mhm,” Daryl acknowledged with a smirk, knowing you weren’t being entirely honest. “Did you hear anythin’ I said before you zoned on me?” You chuckled and shook your head, flashing him an apologetic smile as he continued. “I know you don’ wanna be here and you know I don’ wanna be but we gotta try. For Carol, Rick, Carl, Maggie, Glenn… all of ‘em. And for each other. I ain’t staying without you.”

His gaze turned to the floor, his confession making your eyes widen. “You know I ain’t leaving without you, Daryl. I just don’t feel like I fit here.”

“Give it time,” You watched him stand with a sigh, gazing down at you through his too-long fringe. “You’ll fit in just fine.”

He began walking toward the gate and you watched, standing and leaning against the railing as you called out to him. “Where you goin’, Dixon?”

“Out,” He called over his shoulder and you knew he was smiling, one of your own curving on your lips. “Don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.”

Rolling your eyes, your smirked and continued watching him walk away. Your eyes didn’t leave him until you saw him disappear through the gates. “Be safe, Daryl.”

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The Ideal Type

D.O. x Reader (ft. Kris)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2067
Summary: Y/N has the perfect ideal type: tall, business man, serious. That’s until she meets the man of her actual dreams.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

It’s spring. It has been spring for a while actually. How do I know? There are couples everywhere. And with everywhere, I mean that I have seen some 10 of them being all unnecessarily lovey-dovey today alone. And no, it isn’t valentine’s day either. I checked.

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Teach Me How to Dance Again: a Yondu/Meredith Quill fanfic

Based on this post. I’m not sure what kind of AU this would take place in, but I’ll leave it up to you guys to decide for yourselves. 

The song they’re dancing to is “California Dreamin’” sung by The Mamas & The Papas. You can listen to it here. It’s not necessarily romantic but I picked it because I like the rhythm and also because it evokes so many feelings of regret, nostalgia, and longing for things you can’t have and might not ever have. 

Warning: Lots of spoilers ahead. 

“Dance with me.” 

She lifted her head in surprise. “What?”

“Dance with me, Mer,” he repeated. He was holding out his hand to her. A blue hand marked with calluses and old scars. He was looking at her very seriously, not in his usual cheeky way, with his head cocked to one side and his grinning mouth putting his crooked teeth on display. They were hidden now behind a firmly set mouth that was at once both resolute and beseeching, not his typical kind of expression at all. There was a plea in his eyes as well. He wasn’t just asking her to dance. He was begging her to. 

They were the only ones in this part of the ship. She’d come here for some time to herself, and he’d followed her shortly after, making some excuse about the others giving him a headache with their squabbling, but she knew that wasn’t the real reason. 

At first he’d just drifted about whistling, hands in his pockets, pretending to look out the window at the passing stars while sneaking glances at her. After a while he sauntered over to the beat-up old radio he’d found at some junk shop somewhere and turned it on. A few good songs came and went, and she tapped her foot to their beats and softly sung along while she (tried) to concentrate on the shirt she was mending. Then, no longer able to be subtle about his interest in her or his intentions, he approached her and asked her to dance. 

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Beware of Crimson Peak Chapter 5 (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Title: Beware of Crimson Peak Chapter 5

Summary:  An old manor in Maine holds many dark secrets. Can (y/n) and the Winchesters destroy the evil inside the house, or will it tear them apart forever?

Warnings: Minor language

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tagged by: @richietozierlitaf <33333

rules: tag ten of your followers that you want to get to know better

name: kay

gender: female

star sign: leo

height: 5'3

what images do you have set as your desktop/cell wallpapers?: my desktop is just a photo of mountains that comes on the computer because i’m super boring? and my cell wallpaper is a picture of my boyfriend’s baby cousin using a snapchat filter because she’s adorable

have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: nope

what was your last text message?: i texted my mom’s bestfriend and said “aw so cute!!!!” about a picture of her daughter

what do you see yourself doing in 10 years?: hopefully i’ll have my masters in psychology and be working as a children’s therapist! 

if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?: traveling europe

what was your coolest halloween costume?: when i was like 8 i dressed up as the corpse bride and honestly i’ll never reach that level of cool again

what was your favourite 90s show?: boy meets world was my JAM

what was your last kiss?: my boyfriend

have you ever been stood up?: no

favourite ice cream flavour? : cookies and cream will always have my heart

have you been to las vegas? : nope :/

your favourite pair of shoes? : any of my vans???

what’s your favourite flavour? : ummm a vague question but i’m gonna go with….strawberry?

what is your favourite book? : honestly i read poetry more than any other so i’m gonna say my fav is my book of maya angelou’s works

what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? : one time my ex girlfriend and i both skipped school and went to my house but then my dad came home early so i hid her in my closet 

which loser? : ummm how can i choose between my children? (im gonna pick ben though)

i tag: @stanlons , @richietoaster , @trashmouthlosers , @lovely-reddie , @thotty-wise , @trashys , @b-beeprichie , @trashrichie , @eddie-kaspjack and @second-fannypack

alyseb630  asked:

11. “I’m pregnant.” Marichat

*dies because it’s only 449 words why am I like this*.
I know this probably isn’t what you wanted but this is the first thing I thought of and it stuck.

“I’m pregnant.” Marinette looked up at Chat with a face void of any emotion.
“Get out of my room, you dumb cat.”
“But Marinette,” he flopped down onto her lap, hand over his full stomach as he whined.
“Those snacks were for both of us.”
“You weren’t paying attention to me though.” He shimmed around on her lap until he was completely blocking her from doing any work whatsoever.
“I was designing. I told you I wouldn’t be much company tonight.”
“Marinette,” she rolled her eyes at the way he stretched out her name in that ridiculous whine of his. “Play with me.”
“Play with your kittens.” She gently shoved him off and watched his face screw up in confusion. With a laugh she reminded him, “You’re pregnant remember?”
“It’s a food baby. They aren’t very good company.” He leaned in close as if telling her an important secret.
“You gorged yourself on all of our snacks and now you’re distracting me. I need to finish this design, Kitty.” That seemed to placate him a bit and he limited himself to quietly watching her work over her shoulder.
“Is this for the new design contest?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. How’d you know about that?” She watched a worried frown crease his face for a moment.
“Big Agreste design competition of the year. It’s all over.” Marinette recognized that tone and mentally chided herself for not paying better attention when he’d first come in.
He was having issues at home again.
Moving over to the chaise, Marinette patted her lap and waited. After hesitating a moment, he curled up against her.
“Wanna talk about it?” Careful to avoid bumping his ears, she stroked his hair soothingly.
“You can work. I’m fine.”
“I don’t know, I hear pregnant women get pretty moody.”
“You aren’t going to let that go are you?”
“Nope.” They fell into a comfortable silence, one altogether different from the kind she knew he was used to, and she held him tight, doing her best to wash away whatever problems he had in his civilian life. He didn’t tell her much, but what he did painted a pretty clear picture of years of neglect.
“Hey, Marinette?”
“When I grow up, I want a lot of kids.”
“I’m sure you’ll be a great dad.”
“I want us to be just like your family.”
“How’s that?”
“We’ll be warm and happy and no one will feel lonely.” Exhaustion made his voice heavy and she pressed a small kiss to his forehead.
“Go to sleep, Kitty. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” With a small noise of affirmation, Marinette felt her partner slip into a peaceful sleep beside her.

Best story of my life starts now:

While at work on Wednesday I get an email from Taylor Nation. The email tells me I have been chosen for an exclusive opportunity and I needed to give them my phone number. I received the email around 1pm and didn’t see that I had received it until 2:00! Talk about a FREAK OUT SESSION.

I emailed them back and gave them my phone number. I was told not to tell ANYONE I had received the email.

I waited 24 hours to hear back from them. The longest, most grueling 24 hours of my life!!

At 5:30pm the SWEETEST girl in the world called me. Karli, I love you. So much!

Basically I was told I had been picked BY TAYLOR for this event and asked if I wanted to go. WANTED TO GO? WHO ARE YOU. OF COURSE I DO.

I was asked if I could make it to Nashville on Sunday. THAT GAVE ME 2 DAYS TO GET EVERYTHING SORTED OUT AND GOOD TO GO. If you know me you KNOW that I do not do well with chaotic crazy situations where I do not know every single detail. (Holy Crap as I’m writing this I look to the ladies book next to me and there is a huge 13 on the page she is reading. COOL. Sign from the Swift gods. I get it.)

She informed me that I could ONLY tell emergency contacts about this.


ANYWAYS, She gave me the secret code word to give security and we went over details. BAM. I realized I was finally going to hang out with and get a chance to talk with Taylor Swift.

That night Caleb helped me book a flight and an Airbnb. Talk about chaotic. I never want to go through that part again! 

Luckily, I was off of work (due to a school holiday) the next day. (Friday) so that gave me time to get everything ready and done.

A friend and I went shopping for HOURS. I found a bunch of really cute tops and jewelry but I never felt like it was PERFECT for meeting Taylor.

So that evening, Caleb also took me shopping at a boutique in Wimberley where I found the most perfect outfit ever! He’s the best husband ever.

The next day I flew out at 4:40pm and arrived in Nashville at 8:15!

Let me just say, I LOVE NASHVILLE. I want to move there. Now.

I arrived to my airbnb (which was the most amazing guest house I have ever stayed in) and finally fell asleep at 2:00am.

—–Side Note: I legit have never experienced anxiety like I experienced for this event. I couldn’t eat anything. ANYTHING.

The next morning I woke up and decided to go explore Nashville for a few hours. The event didn’t start until 4PM so I had time!

I went to Pancake Pantry, Sweet CeCe’s Yogurt, Big Machine Records Office, The Dragon Mural, and Bluebird Café. It was so fun and so awesome to go to all of Taylor’s favorite places!

I then went back to my airbnb and rested the rest of the day.

Once I got ready I drove to our secret location!

When I arrived there were SOOOO MANY SWIFTIES. 89 OF US.

I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t know anyone BUT within 2 minutes of me being there Liz, Teresa, and Nat run up to me and say “KATIE IS THAT YOU!!!” I was so happy to see them!!! (They eventually got my name right :D)

After going through 2 security checkpoints it was time to load the bus.

The group we had on bus 2 was literally the best group I could have ended up with. I made some awesome friendships with these amazing people!

We sang so many songs on our way to our final location. Thug Story was HILARIOUS.

As we were pulling in to the location, everyone began screaming their faces off because we realized we were at The Swift’s home. THE SWIFT’S HOME. WHAT. HOLD ME.

I couldn’t believe how hospitable they were to allow 89 fans to come into their home for 6 hours!

Once we went through another security checkpoint we were taken to the patio area of the house. This area had a pool and multiple sitting areas. It was GORGEOUS. I come from a family of interior decorators and let me just say: THIS HOUSE BELONGED IN TOWN & COUNTRY MAGAZINE.

Taylor had the most amazing food set up for us! It was an appetizer set up. There were chicken nuggets, beef and chicken kabobs, sliders, sushi, egg rolls, cheese platter, fruit platter, veggie platter, chips and dip, and I’m probably forgetting the rest.

As we are all hanging outside her team starts coming around taking pictures of all of us on the POLAROID. I have no idea what these are for but one of the TN workers told me they would be used for something special!

We eat and hang out and then BAM we are told to come inside of the house and find a seat in the living room. LET ME JUST SAY ME AND DAYTON AND LIZ AND TERESA AND ERIN AND AMANDA LUCKED OUT. WE WERE LITERALLY AT TAYLORS FEET. LESS THAN 2 FEET FROM HER.

It was unbelievable!

The living room had huge pillows everywhere for people to sit on. It was gorgeous!

We are all sitting and talking and laughing and then BAM there’s freaking Taylor Swift in the stairway looking like a cherub. LIKE WHAT EVEN.  SHOUT OUT TO ANDREA AND SCOTT FOR THE MOST AMAZING GENETIC PASS DOWN EVER.

EVERYONE LOST THEIR MINDS. I mean it was like the Last Excorcism was happening (Dayton, hahaha). People I didn’t even know grabbed my arms, my legs, my hair and just squeezed because they were so excited. That was different but I’ll take it. SWIFT UP HALL.

She sat down and welcomed us. She also made all of our eyes glaze over at the presence of her beauty. I don’t get it.  I just don’t. PERFECTION.

She told us we were there because she HAND PICKED all of us and she started the picking process almost 6 months ago. She said she loved all of our support and posts and she was so excited to meet us. Mid sentence she stopped talked and pointed to Amanda and said, “AMANDA! I’m so glad you’re here!!”. Amanda died. Right there. DIED.

She then proceeded to give us a breakdown of every song. Why she wrote it, how she was feeling when she wrote it, what inspired her, etc.

THAT’S WHEN THE HOLY SESSION STARTED. She slayed us. All of us. BROKE US TO PIECES. This album is so unbelievable and so amazingly produced that I can barely even talk about it. I cannot wait for the release of it. I have 3 favorite songs from the album. One of them will for sure be a HUGE single.

During the listening session Taylor and us (SQUAD 5) talked several times. She pointed to me and said, “TEXAS FRIEND!! You’re the only one here from Texas ya know?!” I DIED AGAIN. THEN RESURRECTED BECAUSE I KNEW THE BLESSING WASN’T OVER. How did she know who I was? How did she know I was the only one from Texas? ARE WE BFF? IS THIS MY MOMENT WHEN I FINALLY HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY AND BAKING SESSION WITH TAYLOR? AM I IN HER COVEN?

She would smile and look at us throughout the entire thing. I can’t get over how lucky Squad 5 was through this entire thing. If I ever go to Vegas I’m bringing all of you with me- you are 100% good luck charms.

–Side Note: Taylor brought Olivia out and handed her to a fan to hold for the rest of the listening session. THE GIRL CRIED.

—During Intermission Taylor brought out Mint Chocolate Cookies, Chai Cookies, and Rice Krispie Treats. She made all of the goodies for us. AND LET ME TELL YOU DARLING IT WAS GOOD. I COULD HAVE EATEN 65 OF THE RICE KRISPIES. HOLY CRAP.

—SIDE NOTE: Right before she played one of her songs with one of her favorite collaborators EVER she played us the voice memo she had on her phone of when the inspiration first came to her. It was so cool being able to see how the entire process worked. Her voice was angelic. Acoustic, sitting with a guitar, Taylor Swift—that’s my favorite.

When the final song was over EVERYONE STOOD UP and cheered and clapped like crazy. She made us so proud! She then said, “I think we missed one! Let’s dance!” and started playing Shake It Off. Then entire room (89 fans and Mama and Papa Swift danced together. It was like a rave. Except no drugs and sex- instead there were cookies and cats. It was perfect.

After the dance party Taylor made her way back to her chair. At this point everyone is still talking. I am extremely close to Taylor at this point and no one is really talking to her (WHY?  I don’t know!!). I look over and Taylor is smilng at me and I say “Taylor. You did it again. You killed it. I am so proud of you and I love the new album.” Taylor smiled SO big and said, “Thank you so much! I am so happy you came all the way here.”

At this point Taylor said she was going to go put some more lipstick on and freshen up. We were taken back outside to the patio area. Taylor had told us that we would be getting pictures after the listening session so we were all anxiously waiting for that!

Finally they started calling groups. We all figured we would get group pictures because there 89 of us and that’s what she did at the Live Chat Party! NOPE. She took at least 5 minutes with every single fan and also took a polaroid with EVERY single fan. WHO DOES THAT? TAYLOR ANGEL SWIFT DOES.

I was in group 5 (SQUAD 5 WHAT UP) so we had some time to just chill and hang out. As me and one of my new friends, Dayton, are walking to go get some more food we notice Mama Swift walking in the house with her two dogs. We went about our business and walked back towards we were. Right when we were about to turn to go to our area Mama Swift walked out the door. Dayton and I had an awesome conversation with her. She told me I looked familiar and then said, “AUSTIN! You and your 3 friends sat with me the entire show. Oh my goodness you girls made dancing to IKYWT so much fun!” My jaw was literally on the floor. She remembered us?? WHAT. AT THIS POINT IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT BECAUSE THE ENTIRE NIGHT HAS BEEN ONE GIANT BALL OF A MILLION EMOTIONS. I told her, “YES! OMG my friends are going to die that you remember that!” She smiled really big and said, “Of course I remember. I had a blast!”

Dayton and I continued to talk with her for a while- we talked about Taylor touring, how important it was to Taylor that she picked us to come to the event, their home, and their dogs. I got to meet Taylor’s parents’ dogs Bug and Baby. Let me just tell you. They are as cute as their sister, Taylor. Bug and baby licked all over my face and I didn’t even care.

We then went and hung out and chatted with one of Taylor’s body guards for a bit. THEN IT WAS OUR TURN. The moment had finally arrived.

We were taken inside their pool table room and told to wait. One by one we were called into a room to get to meet with Taylor and take a picture. There were family photos everywhere in this room and the decorating was just perfect.

Papa Swift came in and sat on the pool table and talked with us.

–Side Note: I sat in the Red Live Chat chair with Teresa. It was a glorious moment.

He talked about Taylor’s success, how much she loves hosting people, and how crazy good this new album and tour are going to be. He found out I was a teacher and he told me,

“Andrea and I want this phrase in the front of every single classroom so the kids can see it every day—“YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD. Make sure you put that there.”


He also said, “Another good one to put up would be “Impossible is only an opion.”- He told me Muhammad Ali said that and it was been so true in Taylor’s life so many times.

While Papa Swift was talking to Teresa and I he legit was flipping us off without knowing it—literally a solid minute. WE WERE DYING. WE WERE TRYING TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE BUT GOOD GOSH IT WAS HARD. SCOTT how did you not know your middle finger was just pointing straight up???

THEN IT WAS MY TURN. I was so happy to see her. Her little black romper was the cutest thing ever. I want it and I NEED TO KNOW where it’s from.

When I walked in she said, “HI!!! I AM SO HAPPY YOU CAME ALL THE WAY OUT!” We hugged and just talked for a few minutes. We talked about Caleb, Gus, her album, awkward dancing, and my friend Cindy!

Caleb: She told me to tell Caleb HI and to tell him Thank You for supporting our friendship. YES SHE SAID FRIENDSHIP. BYE WORLD. She said it was awesome how he encouraged me to go all the way to Nashville because he knew how impotant it was to me!

Gus: We talked about how Gus and Meredith are twins. They make the same expressions. She told me she would look for his pictures so she could see the face.

Album: We both just freaked out about how amazing it was and how much fun she had making it.

Awkward Dancing: When I first walked in she said “HIIII” and did an awkward hip dance move. I died laughing. She said, “That was awkward wasn’t it?” and I responded by doing the dance move right back to her and she died laughing. Then we both started doing the dance move. We were laughing so hard, it was so funny!

Cindy: I met Cindy through a Taylor Contest- she messaged me on twitter introducing herself to me. I told Taylor about Cindy and how it reminded me of her and Lena’s friendship. She agreed and said she was so happy about me having such a good friend that was brought to me through her music! I asked her if she remembered Cindy and her twin Angie and she said, “YES! Angie is engaged! I remember them! Do ya’ll see each other a lot? Ya’ll live so far from each other so that’s tough!”

Her assistant asked if I wanted to take a pic with her- UM YES???

Taylor asked me what we should do and I said we should do a sassy pose because Sassy Taylor is my fave. She laughed and said OKAY. We took the picture, hugged, hugged again and then we told each other bye. She said, “See ya on the internet!”

That’s when I died for the 4th time and resurrected again. We were given merch bags (3 shirts, 2 calendars, keychain, and new messenger bag) and escorted back to our buses.

We all lost our minds on the bus and looked at each other’s polaroids. They are all so cute and I am still blown away by everything.


taylorswift I LOVE YOU AND AM SO THANKFUL FOR LAST NIGHT. I thought you would like to know that I protected my polaroid for during the plane ride. How did I do that you ask? I put it inside my Friends Season 2 DVD Case that I brought to watch on the flight. YES I DID. :) :) :)

Love you!

anonymous asked:

I don't wanna come off as rude, I love your account. But the way you're taking this Zayn thing is irking me. You're insinuating that he didn't care about us or his boys one bit. He himself said that he did it for the fans and he feels like he let us down and he has faith in the boys as well. Zayn's an introvert and when he talks about his feelings it's real. Yea, it's okay to be upset and angry, but don't act like this boy didn't give us his all & didn't love us. Lord knows how long he's felt ..

I know you’re sending multiple messages but I’m not going to read all of them because there are multiple things here that already need to be discussed.

In his ever so famous interview for The Sun, he explains that he was battling some sort of depression while being in the industry. He was claiming he wasn’t himself, and that he just needed the rest of his life living like a “normal 22 year old man.” This situation would not bother me if he didn’t completely contradict himself saying he wants to become a solo artist. If somebody in the music industry really wanted a “break” and to become “normal” again, they wouldn’t still be involved in it. If someone were in a serious serious state of sadness or depression, they won’t even leave their house in complete fear and risk of a trigger event.

Also, lets not ignore the fact that one day after he left One direction, he was already making his way into a studio to make his own music with Naughty boy. 

Speaking of Naughty Boy, aren’t you ever in at least a little bit of concern when it comes to him? Notice how no other member of the band are friends with him, or even have any sort of communication with him? Not only that, but ever since Zayn has been hanging around Naughty Boy, Zayn has been pulling the “I’m not showing up to any of the band’s work” card one too many times, and has lied about it. 

And wouldn’t it make you wonder why his entire twitter recently has been indirecting Zayn’s career choices such as:

- “Well done is always better than well said”

- and retweeting tweets such as “Is Zayn okay?”

- and “have a bit of faith guys”

And wouldn’t it piss you off because:

1: He is publicizing something that is none of his business. Yes, Zayn is his friend and he loves Zayn, but it isn’t his place to consistently indirect Zayn’s career choices, even if Zayn’s new career choice involves him.

2: He’s telling us how to feel. There is no “I’m sorry” or any respect towards us in his tweets. It’s all sarcastic and obnoxious tweets as if he’s saying “this isn’t so bad” meanwhile he has no fucking idea how his fans feel. He can’t tell us what to think and how to cope with everything happening. He is not our concern and he never will be.

Plus, with Naughty Boy claiming that he wants to “spark up Zayn Malik’s new solo career” makes me wonder is he had something behind this. 

The steps of Zayn leaving:

1: Become close with Naughty Boy

2: Become distant with band

3: Leave band

4: Become solo with Naughty Boy day after 

Also, this completely goes against Zayn’s goal to becoming “normal” again. 

A little tip, Zayn, launching a new song with Naughty Boy isn’t going to make you “normal.”

Also, if Zayn really truly feels as if he had let us down, and feels bad that he completely walked out on us, why is this our only goodbye?

LIAM wrote a better message than Zayn did. That’s sad, considering Liam wasn’t even the one who left. We haven’t even heard from Zayn since the day he left One Direction. Nope, all we get are fucking pictures of in in recording studios with Naughty Boy. In this case, I compare Zayn leaving as if he were a boyfriend who told his best friend to text his girlfriend claiming he wants to break up with her, and she just never hears from him again.

if Zayn Malik truly wanted his life back, he wouldn’t have left his fans and best friends to start a new upcoming career with somebody who has no respect for us.

And if Zayn Malik truly felt bad, he should have said goodbye himself, either on twitter, or in a video. He doesn’t need much fame to do that.

I have a right to be fucking mad at Zayn Malik.

Dersha Drabble #6-Hands

Drabble #6. Episode 7. Hands.

I have reached over 400 followers and wanted to celebrate! Here’s my treat to all of you. Thank you so much for following me and putting up with my craziness. Much love to you all! This drabble takes place after the Dersha hand hold at the end of episode 6. I have gotten a few requests to give my take on what went down after they held hands.

The two watched as German’s car sped off into the distance, leaving behind a puff of dust. Derek’s eyes traveled down to their intertwined hands, then back up to Ahsha’s face. Her eyes were glued on German’s disappearing car. The grip on Derek’s hand tightened.

“Let’s go inside,” Derek said softly, pulling Ahsha towards the mansion.

Her head dropped as they neared the gate, where Derek entered his key code. He made a note to get that changed the next day after he had a long talk with Jeeves. Derek’s mind still couldn’t wrap around the fact that German was in his home. No one invaded the privacy of his home and Jeeves knew better than to let him inside. It honestly pissed him off. Biting his tongue, Derek held the door open for Ahsha, letting her walk in ahead of him. Ahsha’s eyes were still glossed over as she walked through the threshold and towards the staircase.

“Ahsha…” Derek called out, only to be ignored. Was Ahsha in shock? Was she angry with him? Shaking the thoughts from his head, Derek followed Ahsha up the long staircase and into his bedroom.

The dancer froze in front of the shattered trophy case before bending down to pick up sharp shards of glass.

“Whoa, don’t worry about that,” Derek demanded, trying to pull her away from the dangerous mess. “I’ll call someone to get that cleaned up. I’m sure tiny pieces of glass are all in my carpet.”

Ahsha couldn’t get her thoughts together to even process what had just gone down. The rest of the night before the fight was a huge blur. After months of the tug war with her heart and mind, Ahsha had finally come clean. Too bad her ongoing battle within herself had turned violent and could have possibly been worse than a push into Derek’s trophy case. Seeing German go off the way he did made her nervous about what could have happened if she didn’t get there in time. She felt horrible and at fault for what had gone down between the two men.

“You alright,” Derek asked, noticing Ahsha’s odd facial expression and stiff stance.

“No,” she stated, still staring at the broken glass littering the floor. Derek could have been seriously injured and that bugged her.

Derek led her over to his bed, where they sat down. “Talk to me.”

Ahsha had a lot to “talk about” and didn’t even know where to begin. Thought after thought rushed through her head, making her dizzy. “I’m sorry….about all of this.”

Immediately, he sensed Ahsha blaming herself for what had happened and he wanted to nip that in the bud. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Ahsha.”

“Stop,” Ahsha replied, flinching away from his touch. “Please let me say this.” Standing to her feet, Ahsha began pacing the room. “Do you realize tonight could have ended a hell of a lot differently?”

“Yes…but it didn’t-“

“He pushed you through a glass case. What if you had gotten hurt or worse? This is serious,” Ahsha exclaimed, running to the bathroom.

“Calm down, I’m fine. For real,” Derek reassured her but had obviously failed when Ahsha returned with a first aid kit. “Seriously, I’m fine.” He couldn’t hold in the light chuckle building in his chest. Nothing was funny but he had to lighten up the moment.

“Take your shirt off so I can check your back,” Ahsha demanded, opening the white box of bandages and dressings.

“Ahsha…” He began to protest until he saw her face still held that same worried expression. Throwing his shirt to the side, he stood so Ahsha could get a full view of his back.

Ahsha studied his skin closely, rubbing peroxide on the small cuts she did see. “I can’t believe he did that,” she whispered to herself.

“I can. Ol’ dude was bold enough to walk up in my house like he owned the place,” Derek said, turning to face Ahsha. Her eyes began to water as her frustrated state continued to eat at her. Why wasn’t Derek seeing the seriousness of the situation? “Come here. Sit down and let’s talk. You obviously have a lot you want to say and I do too.”

Ahsha joined Derek on his bed. The same bed they had made love in days ago. Just when she thought it was goodbye, here she was once again. “I didn’t ever get around to telling German about what happened in Vegas.”  Derek’s brow rose in confusion. “He was stalking me at the game the other day and saw us talking. I found a few pictures in his phone the night I left here.”

“You’re kidding, right,” Derek hissed. German had displayed asshole like behavior before, but Derek never thought he would go as far as stalking Ahsha.

“Nope. He had about four pictures in his phone and when I confronted him about it, he flipped it on me. I couldn’t lie to his face when he already knew something was up. I was trying to get here to warn you but I guess I was too late. I didn’t think he would come to your house,” Ahsha explained, sighing loudly. “This is all fucked up Derek. I didn’t want it to come to this.”

“I know you didn’t and I’m not blaming you for it either. Especially when I play a huge part in all of this,” Derek began. For months, he had been wanting to apologize for his wrongs in their relationship. Instead of being a man and stepping up to the plate, he continued to let Ahsha go on thinking he didn’t want her. He blamed himself for her going back to German in the first place. All of it could have been avoided with better communication on his part. Derek thought of the times where he didn’t fully open up to Ahsha and dealt with his feelings on his own. Like a coward would do, he scolded her for not confiding in him with the information about Pete. That was a cowardly move on Derek’s part when he didn’t open up to Ahsha the day Mary Roman came back to town. Instead, he turned to coke, which ended in Ahsha going to jail for his mistake. Though he was very nonchalant about the entire ordeal, Derek felt terrible for not having Ahsha’s back in that moment. Derek had never apologized for that and it bugged him the six months they were apart.

“That night I threw coke in your purse has been on my mind a lot lately, Ahsha,” he stressed, grabbing Ahsha’s hand. “I’m sorry for not having your back that night. I know that ruined the trust we had built and I have been regretting that night ever since.”

She sniffed, holding Derek’s hand tightly in hers. “I was afraid that night.”

“You could have lost your job.”

“It wasn’t even about my job, Derek. That was the last thing on my mind while I was in there,” Ahsha replied, finally making eye contact with Derek.

“Then what?”

“I saw what drugs did to my parents and I didn’t want that for us. I was afraid of losing you like my mom lost my dad. All it took was a few times before he went on a downward spiral, dragging my mom down with him. He didn’t have her back like you didn’t have mine that night. The thought of turning out like them scared the hell out of me more than anything. I refuse to be there for you if you can’t do the same for me. I have to look out for myself,” she explained, getting teary eyed at the thought of that terrible night. “I felt like you betrayed me.”

Derek’s stomach sank in a pile of guilt. Ahsha had mentioned not wanting to be like her parents, but he didn’t know it bothered her that much. “I’m sorry. Look at me,” Derek said, softly squeezing Ahsha’s hand. “We won’t be like them. I know you’re tired of hearing my promises, but I mean that. I will do everything in my power to avoid going down that path.”

“So no more coke,” Ahsha asked.

“No more coke,” he reiterated. “I was using that as a way to escape the pain my mother caused me. That wasn’t fair to you because instead of opening up about it, I shut you out.” After stating his case, Derek waited for Ahsha’s response. They sat in silence a few seconds longer before Ahsha leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Thanks for being honest with me,” she began. “Now, it’s time for me to be honest with you.” There was a long pause as Ahsha searched for the words to say. “No matter what you tell me, I will still think what went down tonight is my fault. German called me out on lying to myself about my feelings for you.”


“He was right. This entire time I have been trying to push what we have to the back of my mind but it wouldn’t go away. What happened in Vegas wasn’t even the start. I have literally been lying to myself since getting back with German. I figured you didn’t want me anymore after the championship so I moved on…well attempted to,” she continued, trying to hold back tears.

“That wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way. After the game, I wanted to hug you. I wanted to share that moment with you but my pride got in the way,” Derek expressed.

“What about the four months after that game. You never contacted me to let me know you were fighting for me,” Ahsha asked, her voice sounding harsher than she intended. The pain in her tone was obvious.

“I was getting my shit in order. There was no way I was going to fight for you when at the time I didn’t deserve you. Me contacting you in those four months wouldn’t have done any good,” Derek exclaimed, his own voice heavy in frustration. “Would you have left German if I had contacted you?”

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” Ahsha said, hanging her head. “I was too busy holding on to something I didn’t want.”

“Well what exactly did you want,” Derek asked, curious about what her response would be.

Ahsha’s eyes shot up as a small smile crept across her lips. Although her eyes held unshed tears, they also held a happiness Derek got the joy of seeing when they were together. “You.”

“Well I want you too,” Derek smiled back, pulling Ahsha closer. His hand cupped Ahsha’s cheek, causing her to blush.

As their faces closed in, Ahsha whispered, “I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“I’m sorry too,” he whispered back, his lips landing softly on hers in a passionate kiss.

For the rest of the night, they laid in bed and continued their deep conversations. There were more tears shed and a few more laughs. Still in their clothes from earlier that day, the couple fell asleep three hours later. Ahsha curled into Derek’s side and fell into a deep slumber, feeling safer than she had in months.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

“Nothing to Like About a Wedding”
Summary: We’re the only single people at this wedding table so let’s get drunk and bitch about everyone AU.

(I have never actually been to a wedding and my experience comes solely from bad TLC reality shows, so please forgive if I took a little artistic license with this one.This work was based off this post by Tumblr user broomstiks.)

Maka really, really hated weddings.

There were a lot of things to dislike. The dress she’d been forced to wear, for example, which was uncomfortable and ill-fitting and still somewhat wrinkled from sitting in the back of her closet for who knows how long. The music, which was almost always awful and absolutely always too loud. The old ladies whose names she couldn’t remember approaching her and asking how long until she settled down and found a man and had a couple kids.

The prospect of losing her best friend and roommate, the sweetest, most stunning girl she’d ever known, to an idiot like BlackStar.

But she was Tsubaki’s maid of honor. She was the only one who could keep Kid from running around and frantically trying to making the venue symmetrical. She was the only one who kept an eye on the guest list and the caterers, double-checked with the company that hand-made the bride’s maid’s dresses, ensured everything was in place for the big day.

If she missed it, Tsubaki would murder her. Brutally.So instead of sitting at home in her footie pajamas, reading her newest novel and sipping hot chocolate, she was slumped at a table in the center of an enormous tent, blinded by a strobe light across the dance floor, while the baseline of a pop song she’d never heard reverberated in her chest.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, it was starting to look like she was the only single one here. A couple chairs away, Liz Thompson was making out with an enormously tall guy Maka didn’t recognize. Harvar and Ox had disappeared half an hour before to join the throng on the dance floor. She could see Tsubaki and BlackStar every once and awhile, when the tide of other dancers shifted just right. Tsubaki was laughing, and BlackStar was attempting to breakdance.

 Maka really, really hated weddings.

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Supernatural MinnCon ended yesterday...

And boy, do I have some shit to share. So, let’s just jump right in.

I went to the con with one of my best friends, Allie. She’s only in season 6 of Spn right now, but taking her to the convention has made her even more excited to watch the rest. 

She had never been to a convention before, but I on the other hand, was far too familiar with the whole scheme.

So we bought tickets for the photo op with MISHA and JENSEN (cause Destiel) but we missed their photo op ‘cause we were getting autographs from Mark Sheppard.

So we rush to the front of the line to speak with the lady in charge about if we can still get our pictures or not and she’s all like “lol nope” and then the other lady was like “c’mon give’em something” so she eventually settled on letting us take our photo ops with JARED and JENSEN instead. 

But while they were deciding Allie and I were just… standing there. In the same room as Misha. He was a good 20 feet away but i still got really worked up over being anywhere remotely near him.

For those of you that don’t know, Misha got mugged and beat up while staying in Minneapolis for the convention. When I saw him, and all his glory, he looked really good but his lip was split. He was just standing there and I wish I would have at least waved but I just… couldn’t. Long story short, we made eye contact, not once, but twice. Twice! (I seriously feel really good about that pls don’t tear me down man)

So Allie and I are leaving the room that Misha and the Bosses were in and I start to cry ‘cause I’m just so happy that things worked out. Now, everyone else is in line for their photo ops, so Allie and I have to go to the back of the line. I cover my eyes while I walk ‘cause I don’t need all these people to see me crying. 

Now hold on just a fucking minute. Grab on to your seat ‘cause this is some real life fanfic shit right here.

I’m walking and my eyes are covered, so obviously, I can’t see where I’m going. Allie is just trying to figure out if she wants to hug Jensen or Jared when I bump into someone.

Everything stops.

I open my eyes and drag my hands away from my face ready to apologize to whoever I bumped into, but I can’t.

It’s Jared.

Jared Fucking Padalecki.

He pretends to be upset that I bumped into him and he’s like “whoa man watch where you’re going” and I just start to cry even harder and I’m not proud of it but I did scream a little just ‘cause I was so shocked and he was like “nah i’m just kidding” and he gave me a really tight hug and then he extended his hand and asked me “ya want this?” and I was just like “heLLL YES GIVE ME THAT SHIT” and so he gave me his mint and then winked at me and just walked off into the bathroom. Some bystanders found me later to deliver these beauties 

so yeah

he touched me, gave me a mint, and then winked at me

(sUCk mY AsSSSS)

So on our way back to the end of the line it’s just me crying and screaming “HE FUCKING TOUCHED ME” and clutching the mint he gave me

Eventually I stop crying and chill out but when we’re third in line I just break down again

I see them and it’s just too much for me. The lady from before comes back and she makes sure I’m breathing, which I am, thankfully.

I get up there and I’m crying and my face is red and Jared is like “don’t worry about it i bumped into you on purpose” and he touCHES MY CHIN aND SAYS “are you gonna be okay?” and I just lose it. I don’t remember even looking at the camera for the picture ( I can’t upload it yet, ‘cause I didn’t buy the Jpeg ahead of time, but once i get it i swear i will) and he asks me “did you like the mint? it was like wintergreen flavored” and I just nod very excitedly even though I know that the mint is sitting in my back pocket as we were speaking

and I go over to Jensen for a quick hug and he pulls my cheek to his chest and he puts his head in my hair and his hand on the back of my head and he just whispers “it’ll be okay sweetie” and I just 

I don’t know man

all i know is that i had the best fucking day

fucking fuck me up

OKAY FOLKS. So i went to comicpalooza today and met chloe twice. For the autograph n photo op. Let me tell yall how the photo op went.okay i was trying to calm myself down cause i was so excited BUT my friend i went with ended up hyping me up along with the girl that directs you where to go they were teasing me n just making real excited that when chloe turned to us and went “come here!"i froze. Like i was awe struck n she was talking to me n i was stuttering so bad and she was like come here and brought me into a hug it was glorious then we took the picture and you could SEE in my face i was excited. She then asked if she was gonna see us at the signing n i started stuttering again n my friend had to answer for me and she was goes "haha youre so funny n cute"n i just couldnt deal.SO we are in line and my friend was telling the people around us n they were like youll do fine NOPE got to be my turn and once again i was at a lost for words yall shes so gorgeous and she was like "so if i go around the table and hug you right now youll shit your pants huh??!?!” I was tryna be all chill n go no and instead “haha pffft naah"SO SHE COMES AROUND AND DEVLOPES ME IN A HUGE HUG AND I JUST HELD ON N SHE WRAPPED HER LEG AROUND ME N I DIED everyone was like YAAAASSSS. So we got back to signing n i was like "last year i asked elizabeth to put hail skimmons will you do it please?"AND JUST LIKE LAST YEAR WHEN I MET ELIZABETH A GATE OPENED and she was like "skimmons is my ship!"n my friend n i both go "SAME"n she just gushed over elizabeth n how theyre both obsessed with eachother n i died for the eighth time today.And then she demanded we both be at the panel n we were of course.SHE CALLED ME OUT WHEN SHE SAW ME she was like "she REALLY likes me i make her nervous"and i was like "I….yeah heh yeah” YALL IT WAS GLORIOUS N I HOPE ALL OF YALL GET A CHANCE TO MEET HER

snnowfrostt  asked:

I love all your snowbarry fics, they give me so much feels, you have no idea so could do a prompt where team flash is invite to Dyla's wedding and snowbarry share a dance and Cisco takes a lot of pictures?? :33

title | Wedding Photo Romance [eh, ideas?]

notes | First of all, thank you theiitgirll, I’m glad you like them! Second of all, I’d already done a similar fic here, so I took this in a bit of a different direction while still address the prompt itself–I hope it’s okay and that you enjoy it.

“God Digg,” Felicity gushes as soon as she hears the Foundry door open, signaling Diggle’s return with their much-needed dinner. They’ve been running surveillance for Oliver and Roy for hours, waiting for Laurel to get back with a case file, all while Felicity has been combing through his digital wedding photos. “You and Lyla look so perfect in all of these, and Sara is absolutely adorable.”

The man in question unconsciously times his descent against the beat of Felicity’s mouse clicks, a habit he usually slips into under much more frantic circumstances. She’s been multitasking her surveillance searches with editing the online photo album she’d set up for the wedding guests to share pictures they’d taken electronically, and has been having a blast doing so. “They do look gorgeous,” John breathes a little reverently as he pauses behind Felicity, joining her in examining a picture of his wife and daughter. The frustration he’s been feeling over their slow progress abates in the warmth of their perfectly preserved smiles.

“It’s just nice to see you so happy,” Felicity grins, swinging around and reaching out expectantly. With a fond shake of his head, Diggle hands her the food and tugs over a chair.

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