they will do everything to see this girl happy

papofglencoe  asked:

Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do. <3c

Originally posted by theonegirlblue

Happy birthday to the @thegreatorangedragon!! Thank you @papofglencoe for sending in the ask! Here is a fun little fic submitted by @peetabreadgirl just for you. Hope you have a fantastic day!

Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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rated E

It started out as a joke. A way to pass the awkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thin walls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are making were real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I have spent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheap udon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies from all different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A very loud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standing appointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather not know. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But in any case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I was stuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta beside me, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make me lose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’t have looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watch the movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, oh yes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

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Lazytown songs sentence starters
  • 1. "Smiling makes my face hurt and happiness is vile."
  • 2. "It's a piece of cake to make a pretty cake."
  • 3. "You gotta do the cooking by the book."
  • 4. "We are number one!"
  • 5. "I'm the master of disguise."
  • 6. "They want me to give up the only life I've ever had."
  • 7. "You are a pirate."
  • 8. "Flick on the light, there's nothing there."
  • 9. "It all belongs to me. Everything that I see."
  • 10. "True, I can't deny, I'm just a gizmo guy/girl."
  • 11. "Being ready isn't good. In fact, it's just creepy."
  • 12. "We're having a great time!"
  • 13. "'Cause I can see the future when I look into my crystal ball."
  • 14. "Tell me all your wishes. I make dreams come true."
  • 15. "I'm the greatest genie in all eternity."
  • 16. "Have you never played ball?"
  • 17. "There's no use in crying. You gotta keep trying."
  • 18. "You have to believe there's always a way."
  • 19. "It's so easy to deceive you with my sneaky little tricks."
  • 20. "Wake up. Wake up! It's a great big beautiful day."
  • 21. "Make a plan, follow through."
  • 22. "Stand up straight, focus on the goal."
  • 23: "Anything can happen."
  • 24. "This is my kingdom, and this is my crown."
  • 25. "You're gonna have fun, just wait and see."
A baby? - Poe Dameron x reader

Originally posted by bonnyjackrackham

Request: Hi. This is the anon that requested the prompts 34, 36, and 53 for Poe. From the list of 390 prompts. I have read just about everything you have written, and it is so amazing!!!

A/N: As I said, I’m gonna write this in two parts. Enjoy, and I hope you like it! (:

At the moment the nurse walks out of the room, General Organa walks in. She smiles at you, truly happy to see you awake.

“So… how are you feeling? You scared me, girl!”, she says, and all you can do is laugh. You’re still a little bit dizzy.

“Sorry for that. I just felt really bad and-”

“(Y/N), you don’t need to apologize. It’s okay.”

Again, you smile. Thing was: you passed out. In the middle of a meeting, right beside General Organa, you just dropped to the floor, everything becoming too dark for you to see. And she took you there, to the medical bay, immediately.

“You gotta eat, kid. You can’t keep passing out like that, especially now that… you know…”

“Now that what?”, you ask her.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N)!”, Leia laughs. “Does he know about the baby?

“What? Who? Which baby?”, you ask her, completely in shock. Your eyes are wide open, and you can feel your head spinning around again. “Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?

“Well, I don’t think - I’m sure. The doctor made exams on you, just to make sure you were okay. And when the results came out, I asked him to tell me”, Leia shrugs. “I didn’t know that you would still find out about it, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, still feeling your heart pounding on your chest.

“No, it’s okay! It’s… um… I-I’m just surprised. I wasn’t expecting this.”

Leia smiles, coming closer to you and caressing your hand.

“You’re on the first 4 weeks of your pregnancy yet, don’t worry. And things will be fine, I’m sure Poe will love the news!”

And at that same moment, Poe walks into the room.

“(Y/N)! Babe, I was so worried! How are you?”, he asks, running to your side and kissing your forehead. “General Organa, thank you so much for taking care of her!”

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s one of my favorite girls on the base too”, Leia says, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. “Well, I gotta go. You two have a lot to talk.”

Leia blinks to you, walking to the door and closing it as she leaves.

“What? Talk about what?”, Poe asks you, frowning. And oh, boy - how would you tell him that?

PCAs 2017

Coordinated outfits, posing as a real group on the red carpet, fair stage distribution, harmonies, nobody trying to stay away, stand out, interrupting their bandmate’s solo, no exaggerated and nasal runs, nobody’s dressed differently to look as a ‘leader’, nobody standing up like a ‘leader’ while the others sit on the floor, no girl chasing the camera and having most/all of the screentime for herself, a new found enthusiasm and dedication on their performance, the girls being all smiley and happily interacting with each other in the audience, the girls meeting other celebrities without one pushing the person aside and excluding the rest of the group, the girls being really happy and proud of themselves, the girls winning an award, the girls being praised by multiple verified accounts on twitter and media outlets, THE GIRLS AT THE PCAs 2017.

It doesn’t matter the amount of conspiracy theories you read, NOT everything they do is as manipulated as you think. You can see them smile to their eyes on the photos. You can’t fake that kind of glow.

No matter how eloquent some exposing blogs might look, with pictures etc, some of the screenshoots are manipulated, or they ignore a whole bunch of receipts to make their point. And they are not actually insiders or anything, they are fans with sort of a superiority complex who are trying to convince an easier crowd since they cannot make into a real newspaper or something that’s actually relevant.

Because, if you pay attention, everyone who knows all the girls for the longest time and have been following them, are sticking to Fifth Harmony. Even people who don’t work for Epic or Syco and aren’t in the spotlight, like their ex A&R Candace Campbell and more.

You can stick to the happy 2012 photos and ride an unicorn all you want, but these pictures prove there was tension when C***** was in the group and she was holding them back, both in terms of capacity (they haven’t been able to showcase their full vocal range and pursue their r&b style until now) and energy (when was the last time we saw them being this happy? vma 2014?). I know it is sad, but things and people do change.

So just be grateful for still having four genuine, selfless and committed girls who are still working to give their all for us and let them know they are appreciated. This might not be what you were used to, but it is as a four piece that they are happy, equally treated and pursuing the path they originally wanted. If you can’t feel totally happy from the bottom of your heart for them, then it is really messed up.

I am sorry, but am I the only one who can’t imagine George with Angelina? Really, I just can’t imagine… I just can not see it… Actually I see in a different way.

I see George going to work after the Hogwarts Battle cause he and Fred worked hard to build Wealeys’ Wizard Wheezes and he should not give up right now. I just see he doing everything to make it work, specially because Fred would like that, cause his other half loved to make everyone happy, include him.

I just imagine one girl going to the Joke shop every Wednesday, looking at every little thing there, with a small smile on the face, and always buying something little.

I can see it. I can see George being curious about her, cause who was crazy enough to go to one shop and at same day, every week, and buy little things always. So one day, I know, you know, that he’ll have the courage he will walk to her, and with a big smile will ask if she needs anythings.

“Nothing” She would say with a small smile, passing her fingers in everything she can touch, like she had never been there before. Like it was her first time.

And then, I just know, that he would talk to her every Wednesday, and he would wait for it, he would imagine what they could talk about, or he would just imagine her smiling to him. That way, he would be falling in love with her. I know it.. 

And after some months he’d ask her to go out and she’d smile, not any smile but the most beautiful smile he ever saw. And when the day comes, he  will forget everything but her… 

When she arrives, he will lose it… Cause she is so beautiful in front of him that he just could not think about his brother. He couldn’t not think about what he would say if he saw her. What would Fred say if he could saw the girl with red dress and a nervous smile on the face? Maybe the girl could like more Fred than him…. And would the girl be able to say who is who if Fred was alive? 

And then, it’s happen, the girl just hugged him, the girl would just say to him that would be okay if he doesn’t want to go out and George would notice that she was the right girl. Maybe, not the right girl for ever, but for now… Oh, for now she was THE girls, The one, the perfect one.

George would take her to his house, and they would talk about everything, include Hogwarts. She would talk about how incredible he and his twin were. And that she really admire them so much. George would be so happy, even if it’s still hurts.

He would ask which house she belongs to and she would say that doesn’t matter and he would not care. Probably she would belong to Huffle-puff cause she was just so cool.

But in the end of the date, before she goes, before the kiss, she would say, in low voice, scared, the she belongs to Slytherin. She was in the house everyone hated. 

George would say nothing, would do nothing but see her going away. What could he say? She was in the same house than the person who killed his brother. 

And after weeks not seeing her, He would finally wake up and see that he likes her… That he wants her even if she is a Slytherin girl.

He would look for her and when he finds her, he would just kiss her and say with the biggest smile on the face “I want you to be the biggest rule I ever broke”.

I just can see it… It’s impossible to me not see it… I am sorry if you don’t agree… But to me, George would be with the Slytherin girl.


Oh, God. It has been only 2 years since I saw you for the first time and I feel like running out of tears right now. Every day I see you I notice that I’m gazing at the cutest human being in the world. I’m the proudest girl because of you, Sarah. Thank you for everything you do, it is simply perfect. I’m sure that you will reach anything you would like to just for the fact that you deserve it. I love you so much, Sarah. HAPPY 42TH BIRTHDAY.



She was so use to seeing you smiling and be happy that when she saw you crying it broke her hurt. She would ask you what was wrong and when you tell her she would be confused, She didn’t understand how anyone could be so mean to you and call you names. She saw you as someone who deserved nothing but love and that’s what she gave you. She would give you cuddles, do everything for, and made sure you saw how wonderful you were.


Jennie knew that you loved keeping things to yourself. She knew no matter how many times she asked you a day or week if you were okay that you wasn’t going to tell her that something was wrong. So, the day she saw you crying for the first time, she cried with you. She wouldn’t know what to do, she would just hold you close also crying but also telling you that when you were ready to talk she would listen.


She started to pick up on when you were sad when she noticed that everytime something sad happens that brings other to tears you wouldn’t talk but also would hit your leg trying not to cry. One day you came to her crying talking about a very bad time during your past that just so happened to came to mind, she would hold you tight telling you that she wouldn’t let anyone hurt you and she will always be with you.


See you sad made Lisa sad, she would worry about you all the time, so much it started to causing her dancing and rapping to mess up. The day she called you from a break and heard you crying, she told everyone she had to leave, not caring if she got in trouble. She didn’t want you to be alone and she made sure you wasn’t alone. She made sure to be there for you and to try and make you feel better.


You didn’t often frequent clubs. You and Cara were much happier going to the movies or to parks, but you knew that Hollywood was all about making connections, and tonight would be an important night for Cara in that sense. You didn’t really need to be making connections, seeing as how you were already signed onto a pretty huge movie, but there was a modeling big shot here, and Cara was trying to make herself known. You, being the loving girlfriend you were, had tagged along for moral support. 

“There he is!” She hissed, trying not to freak out. You made a knowing face at her, before handing her a cocktail and pushing her towards the man. You sat at the bar, watching her. She was talking calmly, something that you were happy about, seeing as Cara could tend to get a bit excited. Everything seemed to be going great.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” A group of incredibly beautiful people had approached you, and snapped you from your trance. “I’m not actually-” just as you were about to explain your situation, they cut you off. “I loved you in your most recent movie!” One of the girls gushed, and there was a chorus of agreement. You thanked them gracefully, trying to excuse yourself, but they wouldn’t let you. 

“You know, you’re absolutely gorgeous, have you even considered going into modeling?” “I’m sure we could do a shoot where we made out.” “Why wait until then? You could join me in my hotel room now.”

You heard a loud coughing, and you looked up to see Cara standing there with fury in her eyes. She stomped out of the club, and you began to chase after her. You didn’t truly catch up with her until you got to your shared hotel room.

“How dare you? If you want to go sleep with a bunch of different models, maybe you shouldn’t be dating one who’s looking for commitment!” You gasped, taken aback. Tears stung your eyes, but you weren’t going to just cower. “How dare I? They were flirting with me, I wasn’t even talking to them?” 

“Really? It seemed like you were pretty cuddly with them!” You were furious that she truly though you could’ve done something like that. “Who do you think that I am?” “I don’t know anymore!” 

That was the last straw. A single tear trickled down your face, and you stepped back. Her face softened, and you realized that that was your first proper fight. “(Y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too, come here,” she opened her arms, engulfing you into a hug. You hugged back tightly, inhaling her distinct scent. She led you to the bed, where you both lied down, cuddling. 

“I love you, so, so fucking much,” she mumbled. “I love you even more than that,” you replied, causing her to smile against your hair. You lied there until you fell asleep, entangled in each others arms.

But like do you ever get that weird tingly feeling inside because you’re just so happy with the person you’re dating.

Still getting butterflies in my stomach when I see her. Staring at her and just looking at what she’s doing makes me smile.

I honestly feel like I am the luckiest girl alive. My girlfriend is the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, she is the absolute sweetest. She is my life and I would do anything for her, seeing her happy makes me happy.

She is my home. As long as i’m with her, it doesn’t matter where I am, it’s just all good. She makes me forget everything that’s going on in our lives. There’s only you and me.
I love you.

Can you imagine

How successful Pretty Little Liars would’ve been if Wren was A and had great motives. Melissa was BW but secretly helping the girls and endgame. And CeCe as RC doing shit for Wren?
And then we find out what evil shit the girls really did to deserve all this. And then finally in the time jump, we see all of our favourite ships married, Emison, Haleb, Ezria, and Spoby, and they’re all happy and successful in life and A gets actual help and he also will have a happy ending whether it’s with the love of his life or just living in a peaceful place and doing nothing evil.
This is what we were rooting for.
This is how PLL should’ve ended.
This is TV show goals.
This is everything goals.
This is reality.
This is good writing.
This is success.
This is abcFAMILY.

anonymous asked:

Hi, love! Could you do a headcannon about living in a different state but flying out to California to surprise Ethan for his birthday?

I sure can!! Please enjoy and many apologies 😊💕


- You’d make sure that the boys keep him busy so he has no idea of what’s happening

- Flying out the night before because you never know

- Keeping up with the girls to make sure everything is going to plan

- Also texting Ethan and wishing him a happy birthday and leaving it like that

- Buying him a bunch of last minute gifts on your way to his home

- Him being so happy to see you that he cries

- Spending he entire week/weekend with him and having the time of your life

- Him never wanting you to leave cause he has so much fun with you

- Saying that maybe next time you’ll move out and live with him

- Leaving with the intention of moving down there soon

you deserve someone who makes you happy. someone who falls in love with you everyday. someone who loves everything about you. someone who thinks your laugh is the cutest thing in the world. someone who forgets how to breath everytime they see you because you’re just so beautiful. someone who wants nothing but to make you happy. someone who knows how lucky they are to have you.
and I am that someone.
I’m so in love with you so don’t say you don’t deserve me because you do.
you really do.

a very niche pikeleth scene I want to see:

Pike: I have of late––but wherefore I know not––lost all my mirth
Keyleth: okay, I guess we’ll just have to find it again
shenanigans: *ensue*
mirth: *is found*
end: happily ever after

Dear You,

Dear You,

Sitting here listening to music, thinking of you, and wondering why the hell you’ve been acting like that. I don’t get it. You said you could see yourself dating me. You KNOW the type of person I am and I haven’t changed, so why are you just gonna stop talking to me? Like, at least say, “Hey, you’re a freak and I hate you.” But, whatever.

I really do hope everything works out in life for you though. I really liked you, still do, but I’m gonna have to get over that. I hope you end up happy and with someone who treats you right, too. You deserve it. Just talk to her though.

~A girl who always has things blow up in her face

anonymous asked:

Hi Syd!I don't wanna be rude or anything but I really noticed things. I don't say that nobody changes but I feel like u look like other girls now. Same pic bout ur clothes,exposition of luxurious things &perfect life. Im really happy that ur life's going so well I really do but I don't really get why u give so much advice to people on life/love and everything when u're so young &u never really lived ur life away from ur parents house. Don't grow up too fast u're a lovely girl without all this

hi! thank u for not attacking me & just speaking your mind haha
i see where you’d get that. i love when people ask me about things like that and honestly i have been through some shit in life. online and on social media it’s so easy to come across as having a perfect life and doing all these things. but that’s only one side of it! that’s why i come on here & talk about real things because i go through a lot of that too and can relate even though my life may seem different… it’s not all that different

again thank u for saying it nicely i appreciate u

Forget What We've been Told-- Part One

Collaboration with: @fullytenaciousstranger Description: Alexander Hamilton asks for Eliza Schuyler’s hand in marriage after the war is over, but there’s a hitch- Philip Schuyler says absolutely not, and forbids Eliza to ever see Alexander again.

Angelica can’t stand it.

She coordinates meetings, exchanges letters, doing everything to make them happy. Then, Philip Schuyler sets Eliza up in an arranged marriage.

She doesn’t tell Alexander, and Angelica writes to him days before their wedding, telling him it’s his last chance to get the girl.

But will he?

“Angelica!” I whispered at my sister as she passed by me. She turned her head, and squinted her eyes.

“Eliza? What’re you doing?” Glancing around, she walked towards me, and I hastily pulled her into the makeshift alcove I had found in the large room. I stuck my head out around the corner, checking to make sure the boy was still there. He was, laughing and joking with his friends.

“Look at the boy over there.” I said, and Angelica took a few steps back, looking towards where I had pointed out.

“The tallish one?” She asked. “Curly hair, it’s pulled back behind his head?”

“No, he has straight, shoulder-length hair.” I responded, looking back at him. She nodded, and let out a quiet sound of understanding. Her face had changed into a look that screamed I’m planning something.

“He-he’s pretty cute, isn’t he?” I gushed, and she looked down at me, the corners of her mouth bending into a tenacious smile. I bit my bottom lip, resisting the urge to start beaming at my sister.

"I’ll be right back.” She stated suddenly, and walked hurriedly across the room as my eyes widened and my smile drooped. There was no way she was actually…

I watched her talk to him animatedly for a moment, then she grabbed his arm lightly. A smile playing across her lips, Angelica said something to him, and he turned, looking right at me.

His eyes were the first thing I noticed, and they drew me in the like how the night sky would. They were somewhere balanced in between dark and light, the first change of atmosphere or lighting threatening to tip them into one or the other.

Suddenly, they were only a few feet in front of me. I bashfully stuck out my hand. “Elizabeth Schuyler, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He took my hand lightly.

He turned back towards Angelica. “Schuyler?” He asked, curiosity in his voice.

“My sister.” She smiled, tilting her head back in the triumphant way that I knew all too well. He turned back to me, his eyebrows raised slightly.

I struggled for something to say, and I flicked my eyes down his frame for a moment- soldier’s clothes. “Thank you for all your service.” I blurted out, desperate to fill the silence.

He looked at me in the eye, smiling. “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will all have been worth it.”

I looked over his shoulder, and towards Angelica. She smiled at me, and nodded slightly, already turning away. Confidently, she mouthed a remark over her shoulder. ‘I’ll leave you to it!’

My heart racing, I paced back and forth in the living room; my chestnut hair swished behind me. “Calm down, Eliza,” a soft voice sounded, and I turned to see my youngest sister, Peggy. “It’ll be fine,” she reassured me, and I nodded faintly, slumping into a nearby chair. “I’m sure father will say yes.”

From across the room another feminine voice sounded, low and matter-of-fact. “You’ll be marrying Alexander, don’t worry.” My eldest sister stood up, and strode across the room to me, placing two reassuring hands on my back.

“I hope so.” Nervously, I bit one of my nails, and wiped at my eyes, feeling them grow blurrier. “Peggy, I really am so nervous. Could you go by the dining room and see what’s going on?”

“Alright,” she murmured, and disappeared into the hallway. Solemnly, I placed my head in my hands, eagerly awaiting the new information. How was it going? Were they done talking? Did Alexander argue with him?

“It’ll be fine, Eliza.” Angelica’s voice sounded reassuringly in my ear, and I grabbed one of her hands, intertwining our fingers. “It’ll be fine,” I repeated, Angelica nodding.

“Eliza?” My head jerked up, surprised at the masculine tone.

“Alexander. Father?” I said expectantly, not yet daring to smile.

My father made his way across the room to me, and I stood up, one of my hands grabbing at my azure dress, the other held tightly by Angelica. He seemed serious, and I internally cringed. What went wrong? Did something go wrong? Why hadn’t Alexander said anything yet? Finally, he reached me, and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. “I have decided not to give Alexander my blessing.”

“What?” I breathed out, my nightmares coming to life before me.

“You will not be marrying him.” My father said, removing his hand from my shoulder.

“What?“ Angelica tossed her weight onto her back foot, an expression of pure disbelief crossing her face. “What do you mean, she’s not getting married to Alexander?”

“Angelica, Sir, if you will so be so kind as to let me interject.” Alexander began to speak at a rapid pace, his words bubbling over. “I know what you said, Mr. Schuyler, and I think Angelica and Eliza should know as well. Eliza, you shouldn’t be a poor man’s wife. I don’t have the money to provide for us. We’ll live poverty stricken, and your father won’t be able to support us. Additionally, I won’t be able to give equitable attention to both you and my work.” He grimaced, as if the words had left a sour taste in his mouth.

I chewed at my bottom lip, tears openly dripping down my face, heating my cheeks and flushing them with colour. “Alexander, I-”

“You should leave.” My father speaks, his voice explicit. He turns his attention fully to Alexander. “You are making my daughter upset.”

The pressure on my hand tightened and Angelica took a few steps forward, her face screwed into a mask of determination. “Father, Alexander is clearly not the one making your daughter upset. She loves him! Can you possibly fathom that? Alexander is much more qualified than any other-”

“There are plenty of men who would like to marry into this family!”

“Sir, respectfully, your daughter is worth more than any amount of riches.” Alexander said, his voice clear and certain, sincerity laced throughout his words.

“Father, just listen to him!”

“That’s precisely what a,” my father coughed, a faint blush staining his dark skin, “man of his status would say.”


“Angelica, Eliza, Alexander, my decision on this matter is not subject to your approval.” He turned to me, looking me right in the eye. “It is not subject to your heart’s approval, Eliza.”

“Mr. Schuyler, Sir-”

“Father, try to understand!” Angelica cried out, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as well.

A spurt of emotion gushed through me and I let go of Angelica’s hand, taking a few dizzy steps away from the crowd. “Look at you all! Fighting over me as if I’m not here, as if I don’t exist!” Angelica tried to grab my hand again, and I pulled away, opting to smooth down my satin dress instead. “Alexander,” I started carefully, “I didn’t think….I….I didn’t realize you would be so easily deterred…I…Father,” I turned my attention to the tall man and winced. “I hoped you would realize that our love is deeper than….” My head spun, “…Than riches. I need to-” Quickly, I stumbled back again, “lay down.” I floundered towards the banister, brushing past Peggy, who had been stunned into silence and stood awkwardly near the doorway.

Carelessly, I gripped the banister, daring to look back at the trio. Alexander stared back at me, his lips parted slightly, as if he was going to say something. “Alexander…” I muttered, and shuffled up the oak stairs, headed towards my room. Dark spots began to invade my vision, and I faintly heard Angelica’s powerful voice, “What have you done?! You’ve ruined her! I will never be happy until she is!” Her voice hitches, and I close the door to my room, already sinking to the floor. I resisted the urge to scream, and fell back onto the floor, a thousand emotions coursing through me. Blood rushed to my head as the world around me blurred, crashing down on me like a rogue wave.

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                    Jenny and Åmi’s side of the room 

Hello guys after the kids and I got back from their playdate with @arealmama which the loved especially jenny. The kids were a little sweaty so i gave them bathes and changed their clothes.  James and I were going to do the girls side of the room but to surprise it was already done James did everything with a little help from Meadow and Evelynn i was surprised that they did this i mean James put the girls new bed frames together and did their dresser and everything it was so sweet guys i have the best husband and two older daughters in world. So as you guys can see Jenny loves it she was so happy she won’t stop smiling about room.


Ah man TWD heaven must be so good/happy right now, Abrahams up there cracking jokes, he sees his family again and breaks down only for his wife and kids to smile at him, showing him they aren’t scared of him anymore and understand what he had to do ;Glenn’s meeting up with Dale and telling him everything that’s happened with Maggie and the group so far, fixing up that heaven RV,Glenn and Hershel have a heart to heart and Hershel thanks Glenn for keeping his baby girl safe and happy when he couldn’t and Glenn’s meeting up with Andrea catching up on old times, Glenn tells Beth and Lori about Maggie’s pregnancy and their soon to be child he finally sees Noah again and is so happy because the last time he saw him he was getting ripped to shreds and he’s ok again, He sees T-Dog again and they reminisce He’ll wait for Maggie and the first thing he’ll do when she dies is find her because he promised that in a another life he would find her, and after he finds her they will love and cherish each other forever, free of walkers and monstrous human beings , they’ll be safe, Glenn is safe now Glenn is home with family that loves him and will be waiting for the rest of team family to join him

Training Accident (Gally)

Description: Y/N has an accident during her training and Gally becomes protective and concerned.

Warnings: Blood, injury.

Word count: 1105


It was your first week in the Glade. Everyone kept calling you ‘Greenie’ and ‘Shank’ which made the entire thing even more confusing. However, everything was nice in the Glade and you didn’t dislike it too much, except for the fact that you were the only girl.

Today you had to try out to be a Slicer. You weren’t particularly too happy. But maybe you could swing by the Builders and see how Gally was doing. You two had something…but you didn’t know quite what. You knew that you liked him though.

You get ready and set off to the Builders. You could see Gally already working hard on repairing Frypans Kitchen.

Once you get close enough, you call out to him and he stops hammering to look at you. He shoots you a big grin and puts down his tool. He comes up to meet you.

“I-uh, hi, Y/N,” he says and wipes at the sheen of sweat that’d formed.

“Hey Gally,” you reply cheerfully, forgetting that you’d soon be at the Slicers. “How’s it going?” You motion to the kitchen.

“Good actually,” he chuckles. “If these shanks would get off their behinds and work!” He called out to the boys who immediately went back to work and stopped staring at you.

“What about you? Where are you going today?” He looks at you with real interest, which you liked about him. Most just brushed you off.

“Alby wants me to try out the Slicers. I’m not completely excited,” you reply which earns a chuckle from him.

“Ah well have fun,” he says sarcastically and you roll your eyes. “I have to get back to work but be safe alright, Y/N?”

You nod and wave as he heads back over to the kitchen to resume his repairs. Small butterflies blossomed and flew around in your stomach.

After your chat with Gally, you trudge your way over to the Slicers with no enthusiasm. You just hoped the day would go by fast.

Your hopes were destroyed. Within the first hour you were exhausted. You felt like you could sleep for days and maybe months. This was definitely not a job you wanted to have. However you kept doing what Winston asked you to.

It was almost lunchtime and you were excited. Winston said you could leave after you finished the last task and you nodded excitedly, almost tasting freedom. You began cutting up the meat and then….

You drop the knife you were holding and step back, clutching your hand. You pull your right hand back, leaving your throbbing left one. They were both a dark red.

“W-Winston?” you call out shakily, staring at your hand. Footsteps approach quickly and he gasps when he sees the scene. You would’ve ran to the doctors or whatever they had here, but that wasn’t a job you had covered yet so you didn’t know where they were.

“Okay…we need to get you to the Med-jacks now,” he says loudly. He looks around frantically and finds a clean towel to wrap tightly around your hand. You suck in a sharp breath at the pain.

Winston leads you at the door, keeping pressure on the towel and you’re almost running to keep up with him. You keep glancing at your hand with frantic eyes. The scene of you catches the eyes of other Gladers, including Gally.

Some call out and others rush to you. Unfamiliar faces ask you what happened and you just shake your head at them, panicking too much to answer.

Gally pushes through the crowd. “What in the shuck happened?” He asks almost sounding angry, but you knew it was concern.

He gets no reply as you quickly approach the Med-jack shack and push into it. You’re sat on the bed and a surprised Clint calls for Jeff. Both the Med-jacks begin to work on your hand and Winston pushes the other curious Gladers out and leaves with them.

“Jeff, get me a needle and thread,” he calls. The other guy, Jeff, picks the tools up next to him and hands them swiftly to Clint. Jeff looks at your pale face with worry.

“How are you feeling, Greenie?”

You pause. There was a lot of pain, but he already knew that. “Really light headed.”

He nods as if that was an expected answer.

You hiss as hot pain races through your hand and up your arm. You look to see an apologetic Clint washing your cut out with something in a bottle. He then put the needle to your palm and stops.

“Probably best you look away, Y/N.”

You nod and look to the bed sheet. Suddenly there’s some raised voices outside the door and within a minute someone races through it and into the small room.


He looks at your hand and his eyebrows furrow with concern. You refuse to look back at your hand and he knows why. He sits next to you and begins to take your other hand before you pull it away.

You try not to focus on the pricking at your hand and the pain that comes with it as your eyes tear up from it. Gallys confused.

“I don’t want to get blood on you,” you murmur to him and look at your uninjured hand. He looks down to it and understands.

Jeff hands Gally a rag to wipe off your hand and you’re grateful. You felt like you were about to pass out.

Ten minutes later and you were “all sown up” as Jeff put it. You nod to them and they leave to let you and Gally talk.

“Are you alright?” Gally asks with intense eyes.

You nod and reach with your now clean hand to take his. You put your head on his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” you promise to him. “Just…really tired.”

He pulls away for a second and tilts your head up to meet his eyes.

“I’m…really glad you’re okay,” he says hesitantly and his eyes flicker from your mouth back to your eyes.

You don’t say anything but lean in a little closer and he does the same. Now you were both breathing in the same air.

He closes the distance and places his lips on yours gently and warmth spreads through your entire body. For a minute you forget about the throbbing pain in your palm and focus on his lips.

Once you pull away, you smile and look down. “I don’t think Slicer is the job for me.”

He chuckles. “Probably not.”

Then he presses his lips to yours again.