this is my favorite picture of her okay

I promise you this, when you find your person you’ll know. Because you find them in every little thing you do and you picture doing everything with that one person. Every song becomes about them, every movie or tv show ends up being relatable to them. You start to feel more than just butterflies in your stomach but you get a feeling in your heart that makes everything feel as if it’ll all be okay. They’re voice is your new favorite sound and they’re eyes are your new favorite color. You can’t get enough of them in a day and you can’t picture anyone else by your side. Whether it’s miles or minutes apart you just know deep down that they are your person. And if you ever find that person, you’d be damned if you ever let them go.
—  Some personal shit

pidge who lowkey really wants to go to prom but she doesn’t want to go alone so she decides just to get over it, except then lance, hunk, and keith find out and decide to all be her dates

they split the cost of her ticket and then help her shop for a dress and do her hair and makeup

pidge ends up having three different colored corsages, and not to mention the best prom pictures ever

the boys take turns dancing with her, spinning her around the room and tossing her in the air, and it’s the best night of her life

things i will never get tired of: fahc ryan whose modeling career didn’t completely end after he joined the fakes

  • ryan,  who mostly models overseas so the rest of the crew have no idea until gavin sees him on a billboard while vacationing in england. gavin sends a pic of it to the crew group chat and ryan comes home to the penthouse wallpapered in photocopies. 
  • “why didn’t you tell us?” “what do you mean, why didn’t i tell you? you never asked!” “ryan!“ 
  • once everyone finds out, the teasing is merciless. michael and jeremy follow him around with cameras for weeks - “ryan! over here, ryan! can i get a smile? vogue for me, ryan!“ 
  • geoff gives him a new codename for every heist - "okay gavin, you and brooke shields over here take the chopper and give us cover” “heidi klum, have you bypassed that security team yet?” “who’s shooting at us? tyra banks, is everything okay? tyra banks, do you copy? tyra?? tyra!!!”  
  • but then one heist requires team love n stuff to do some undercover surveillance at the los santos art gallery’s annual gala; gavin’s dressed to the nines (no surprise there) but ryan steps out in the sleekest tux money can buy and the entire penthouse freezes because goddamn ryan is fucking attractive how the hell did we all miss this and ryan just smirks, shooting geoff a wink as he walks out the door. the teasing stops. 
  • speaking of tuxes, ryan’s wardrobe being filled to the brim with designer clothes: custom-made suits, jeans tailored to perfection, egyptian-cotton shirts, italian leather boots - gifts from designers he’s helped out of sticky situations over the years, with labels and tags cut off to prevent anyone from connecting him to his day job.
  • ryan keeping tabs on all of his model friends. ryan volunteering to be the plus-one/undercover body guard for the fancy parties his female colleagues attend. ryan “paying visits” to modelling agencies who bully and abuse their talent. ryan getting called to fill in at fashion shows at the last minute bc let’s face it, he doesn’t really need the money anymore but it’s a good side gig and they always take care of him so sure, he’ll go to milan for fashion week lemme just ask my boss if i can get the next few days off
  • (and geoff is sooo annoying about it, too - “okay, but you gotta take a picture with gigi and bella” “geoff, i don’t even know if they’ll be there-” “you gotta do it man and get jack some new dresses or something she’s still upset that you blew up her favorite cargobob” “fine”)
  • idk man i just love model!vagabond so much

I’m sure someone has already submitted her, but I simply must express my undying love for Julie d'Aubigny/ La Maupin. Her life story is the wildest ride, my man. Dueling! Romance! Convent burning!

(I know the picture isn’t a contemporary account, but. the pile of bodies, the nun, Noelle Stevenson– I had to use it. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules)

Mod: history fanart is one of my favorite things okay i love it
art by Noelle Stevenson, aka gingerhaze, of Nimona fame!

anonymous asked:

142 please!!

142.“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Betty couldn’t keep the smile off of her face as she peered at her five year old son over the top of her newspaper.

Tucker Jones was currently sitting perfectly straight in his chair at the dining room table, a plate of half eaten waffles in front of him, his eyes were trained on the stairs and his fingers were tapping an offbeat rhythm, it was one of his fathers ticks he had inherited, Betty always found it absolutely adorable and today it was especially endearing.

“What’s up little Romeo?” She questioned taking a dainty sip from her coffee cup and leaning over the table to push the messy waves from his eyes.

Tucker sighed, almost too dramatically for a five year old
“Momma, Lucy likes me but Freddie Andrews says that she doesn’t like like me. But I like like her and Freddie says I have to make her jealous but I don’t know how and Emma blossom said she would help me but what do I do?”

The giggle escaped from Betty’s mouth before she could stop it, leave it to Veronica and Archie’s son to impart such wisdom on her kindergarten son. The conversation was futile so she was resigned to play along.

“Well love, maybe you could hold Emma’s hand, show Lucy what a great hand holder you are. You can see if that makes her a little jealous.”

Something familiarly mischievous flashed in Tucker’s eyes, the sound of footsteps on the stairs had Betty moving to look but Tucker gripped her hand quickly nearly pulling her across the table.

Suddenly a tiny little hand was holding hers in place, and in the most serious tone she had ever heard her son use Tucker whispered

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Hello to my favorite family.” Jughead strolled into the dining room eyeing his plate of breakfast and reaching to give Betty a kiss.

Tucker tugged Betty away from Jughead and cleared his throat

“Echem”

The dark haired author stepped back in surprise his eyes falling on their clasped hands and Betty’s barely concealed laughter.

“Hi bug? Everything okay this morning.”

Tucker shook his head lazily, the picture of five year old indifference.

“I’m just with MY best girl.”

It was something Jughead said on a daily basis and His son was clearly just imitating but when he looked back to Betty she shrugged

“Don’t look at me im just with MY best guy.”

Tucker smiled at his father, a cocky kind of look he had learned from Aunt Cheryl.

Jughead slowly took his place at the table, looking down at his waffles as His wife and son chattered mindlessly, this went on for about 45 seconds before he finally erupted

“What am I chopped liver?! Do I not get any love this morning?”

Tucker was out of his seat in seconds flat and crawling onto his fathers lap

“Sorry daddy! I was trying to make you jealous? Did it work?”

Jughead glanced over his sons crazy waves and smiled as Betty winked

“It sure did Tuck, it sure did,”

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Okay so this has irked me for a while - the first picture is some original artwork for the Artemis Fowl graphic novel, done by Giovanni Rigano and Paolo Lamanna. I like it and all, and it brings some of my favorite characters to life, but it’s just…. REALLY, REALLY INACCURATE. Holly’s supposed to have an auburn crew cut, a hooked nose, and dark skin (which is actually one of the very first things we learn about her in book 1, come on now). Artemis’s eyebrows look bigger than his eyes. And I’m not even going to get into Butler’s head-to-body ratio. Of course, no offense to the original artists, but this is how their characters are described in the book, and I was a bit disappointed in how the graphic novel of my favorite book turned out.  So I took it upon myself to kind of……fix it, as it were.

What do you guys think?

let’s just be us

summary: based on this post by @bleebug (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~3500

an: thanks to @swans-and-pirates for being a stellar beta! <3


Emma Swan likes to think she has it all in order.

Being an A-List celebrity is hard enough as it is, with paparazzi discovering her when she so much decides to go visit Starbucks for ten minutes. But, she has a plan and she has tricks that keep her relatively average.

Trick number one: private social media accounts.

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I don’t know where this came from but it happened. Ficlet for when Henry gets his motorcycle? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

T for swearing and the Condom Fairy, ~1100 words

Henry is sixteen when he gets his driver’s license, but he’s disappointed to find that he can’t have a car all his own. No, it’s either his mom’s old yellow sputtering VW from the 70s, with barely any leg room and a roof that his head skims since his growth spurt began, or his grandpa’s rusty brown truck that takes a few times for the engine to turn over. His other mom’s car is “too nice” to risk him getting into an accident with, and while Killian’s at least looks cool, Henry can’t stand the steering aid that Killian’s hook latches onto on the steering wheel.

But he likes driving. He can take Violet on dates without having to walk everywhere, or worse, have his parents drop him off. He can spend more time at the sorcerer’s mansion when he needs to be alone – which is pretty often, lately. Now that the town line is free from any magical barriers, he can also take the occasional trip away from Storybrooke and the chaos. (Even when it’s quiet, it’s never really quiet.)

He expresses to his family on many occasions that he wishes to have his own vehicle. And who cares if his requests seem selfish and ridiculously like a teenager complaining at nothing. He wants a convertible sports car, all the better for stargazing and wrapping his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders while they lay their seats back all the way. Or maybe a nice, sleek truck with an engine that just purrs, and a wide bed for ‘reasons,’ he tells his moms, as if they don’t already know the shit he gets up to.

(He doesn’t know for sure why he’s suddenly finding condoms in his dresser and under his pillows, as if some fucking Condom Fairy has dropped by during the night to embarrass the hell out of him, but by the knowing look in his eyes, he’s pretty damn sure it’s Killian’s doing. Or maybe his mom’s. To be fair, she had him when she was seventeen, so it probably isn’t the worst thing to be prepared.)

It occurs to him, though, after a few months, that he’s not thinking big enough – or maybe he’s thinking too big.

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anonymous asked:

Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band

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bing.

The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.

‘asdfghjkliubnmkjhsd’

[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 


“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’

‘…..aaAAAA’

f.r.i.e.n.d.s meet world

Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son Ben Lucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley. 
Pairings: Rucas, Smarkle, Mondler (ft. mentions of Zaya)
Word Count: 2,240

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Prologue:

Riley never gave much thought about who her father might be. Her mother, Erin, was always honest with her when it came to the subject of dads, she’d answer all her questions and was never shy about the way she was conceived. But really all she knew about the guy was that he and her mom dated briefly in the 90’s but nothing really came of it. Her mom said he was a great guy but there was just no spark there.

When she found out she was pregnant with Riley she had already moved out of New York and didn’t see the point in bringing her dad into it. He might’ve been a nice guy but she knew he wasn’t ready to be a father and she was more than willing to raise the baby on her own. And although Riley didn’t quite agree with her mother’s decision, she respected it, and her, till her dying breath.

Sadly, she was only 14 when her mother passed away and she was left in the care of her mom’s best friends, Cory and Topanga Matthews. They were already the picture-perfect family long before Riley moved in and she appreciated everything they did for her in her time of need but she was 18 now and had been dreaming of moving to New York ever since she could remember.  

So, with a bag in one hand and a bus ticket in the other, she makes way to New York City.

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notbobmarlie So THIS happened😻 @annakendrick47 super comfy in her seat so I didn’t want to bug her for a picture so instead I slipped her a note (and ran away a mind you). It was about how she’s one of my favorite actresses and super inspiring and honestly, it was hella cheesy.
Anyways! Toward the end of the flight she’s like do you know who wrote this? When I said me she’s like omg do you want to get a picture together? I told her it’s okay she didn’t have to, but she’s like no we’re taking one!! And afterward she gave me a hug. Pardon me while I freak #tf out 😻

"Oh so you're the camp counselor my sibling keeps raving about"

7/11/17
Dear Maya,
I’m having a great time at camp! It’s been only a day, but my cabin mates are so nice. We took the swim test and the pool is super awesome. I have two counselors, one is a girl named Missy who’s in my cabin with all the girls, and then there’s Lucas who’s in with the boys. And just between us, he’s realllyyy cute. Like, seriously. Not even a little. He’s full blown young Zac Efron level cute. Not for me of course, because I’m 8 and he’s 23. But you’re 22 and I could totally see you two dating. He’s awesome and he’s from Texas. You should talk to him when you come to pick me up from camp.
Love: your sister, Phoebe

7/17/17

Maya,
I made a friend! Her name is Emma and she is very nice. She has super long nails, and they’re real! She’s so cool, and she’s 10 so she’s older than me. And about Lucas, I asked him if he’s single (even though you said not to). He was nice about it, and he said he was! He’s perfect for you, Maya. I told him about you and he seemed interested. You should send me a photo of you so I can show him. I know you probably don’t want to, but please??? I’ll be sweet and put it by my bunk so that he just happens to see it. I won’t shove it in his face, I promise.
Hoping for a photo, Phoebe

7/20/17

Dearest sister,
Lucas saw the photo. He was all “wait is that your sister” and I was like “yeah” and I swear to god he blushed and smiled all cute. He’s just getting awesomer and awesomer as the days go by. He taught me how to make lanyards and I’m making one on my water bottle, but his is better than mine. That’s okay though, I’ll get better. He’s definitely my favorite counselor. I think he likes me too. And he’d definitely likey-like you. I showed Emma your picture and she says she totally “ships” you guys, which means she likes you as a couple. I agree with her. Turns out he’s been doing college at NYU! He was held back a year when he was little for some reason he won’t tell me, so he’s in your grade. Awesome, right? Parsons and NYU are pretty close. You could totally date him!
Okay, I’m done. Hope everything’s good. Tell mom I say hi.
-Phoebe

7/25/17

So I’m leaving tomorrow, which seems crazy. The two weeks went by super fast. They have this thing they do at this camp where by the end of the week, you ask any counselor to “tie your rag.” You pretty much make a goal and work hard to get to it and then a counselor you look up to ties a handkerchief around your neck as a sort of badge. I’m very proud of myself, I faced my fears and went on the big zip line that they have here. I asked Lucas to tie my rag. He’s the greatest. We’re great friends now, and I think I’m his favorite. We always talk when we’re walking around camp and I’ve told him loads about you. He says he’d like to meet you when you come, and I’m so excited! Don’t hate me for this, because it wasn’t my fault, but all the girls in my cabin saw your photo, and now they all want you to date Lucas. It kinda got around, and now everyone teases Lucas about it. He takes it well and laughs and stuff, but that might make it awkward when you meet. Sorry, I didn’t try to make this happen! My whole cabin just knows a cute couple when they see one! Anyways, I’m gonna go now. Can’t wait to see you and introduce you to Lucas tomorrow! I’m gonna miss him when I come home. (Unless you guys date. Then he could be like my big brother or something. That would be the coolest!)
Love, Phoebe :)

Maya chuckles as she finishes reading over the last letter that was sent to her by Camp Orkila from Phoebe. Her little sister always can make her smile, and she must admit she’s excited to see the little firecracker again today.

And Maya must admit, she’s curious about this Lucas guy. If he’s really as cute as Phoebe says he is, then Maya won’t refuse an introduction. Although she can’t help but feel a little embarrassed that Phoebe had the whole camp unit shipping her and this Lucas guy just from one photograph. So yeah, that’s a bit embarrassing, but at the same time it makes Maya more curious about him. What is it about the two of them that had twenty 8-11 year olds turned into huge “lucaya” fans? Maya feels like it was Phoebe’s loud and bubbly voice (something from Riley that had rubbed off on her) blabbering about how Lucas and Maya were perfect for each other.

But alas, Maya finds herself pulling into the grass parking lot in her rental car in the Texas summer camp. She had to take a flight from New York to get here, since her mom was too busy with work to come get Phoebe. So here Maya finds herself, in Texas for the weekend with her sister.

Maya steps out of the car and locks it’s doors, sighing to herself at the sudden Texas heat. She was glad she put on a shit-ton of sunscreen, for she knew her fair skin would soon be looking quite lobster-esque if she hadn’t. She feels beads of sweat start to form on the back of her neck, so she ties her messy blonde waves up in a high ponytail using the hair tie on her wrist.

She tightens the ponytail as she walks to tent with a banner that reads “pick up campers here”, seeing a huddle of kids with taller counselors getting them to participate in circle games and conversations.

Maya sees some girls crying and hugging about their departure, not including Phoebe not to her surprise. Phoebe isn’t exactly the crying, weepy emotional type.

She suddenly spots her little sister in a different place, sitting in the grass and weaving something attached to her water bottle concentratedly.

Maya smiles at Phoebe, her straight brunette locks falling into her eyes as she looks down at her water bottle attachment. Her brown hair was a trait that surprised everyone when she was born, a trait that she had gotten from Shawn’s side of the family. But she still had the same striking blue eyes as Maya did. Yet she got lucky with tanned skin, as opposed to Maya’s pale complexion.

Maya starts to walk over to her, but she slows a bit as she notices a boy sitting next to Phoebe, working on his own lanyard.

That must be Lucas.

Phoebe wasn’t lying when she had said that Lucas looked like a young Zac Efron, with his sea foam green eyes and his tousled dirty blonde hair. He had a sharp jawline and broad shoulders, his skin tanned from days at the summer camp.

Maya smiled slightly as he shares a laugh with Phoebe, the two seeming to share a connection.

Maya walks closer and sees Phoebe look up to her, a large smile spreading on her face.

“Maya!” She smiles, hopping up from her sitting position in the grass and engulfing Maya in a huge hug. Maya hugs back tightly, Phoebe almost the same height as her despite being eight years old.

“Hey, sister spaz. How was camp?” Maya beams at Phoebe, pulling away from the hug and tucking a brown lock behind her ear.

“Great! Did you get all my letters?” Phoebe says enthusiastically, folding her hands together with a huge smile.

“Oh, I did.” Maya says with a chuckle, glancing at Lucas who is now standing as well. Maya feels her cheeks flush as their eyes meet, pulling her stare away and putting it back on Phoebe. God, he was hot. He hasn’t even said a word and Maya already has butterflies in her stomach.

“Oh and Maya, this is Lucas, the best counselor ever.” Phoebe beams, pulling Maya by her hand so that she’s standing closer to Lucas.

“And Lucas, this is my sister Maya. Also known as the best sister ever, who is twenty-two and available and very pretty, if you haven’t noticed.” Phoebe says shamelessly like she always does. Maya feels her cheeks grow incredibly hot, Lucas’s face becoming adorned with a boyish smile.

“Nice to meet you, Maya.” He says with a Prince Charming-like smile, Maya’s stomach tightening further into its knot as she hears his deep, gravely yet kind voice. God, this guy is perfect. How the hell did Phoebe think Maya of all people had a chance with him?

And how the hell does he not have a girlfriend?

“And you,” Maya replies, trying to keep her usual sarcastic tone as a cover for how jittery he’s making her feel.

“So you’re from New York, huh?” Lucas smirks, and Maya notices his very slight southern drawl. She can’t help but find it attractive.

“Yeah, born and raised. I hear you’re from here in good ole Texas country, Sundance.” Maya attempts to cover her attraction with her usual name calling and teasing.

“Maya, be nice.” Phoebe huffs from her side, tugging on Maya’s hand.

“Fine. Sorry.” Maya chuckles, Lucas smiling down at Phoebe.

“It’s all good, Phoebe,” Lucas says to Phoebe, before looking up to Maya, “Sundance, that’s a new one. Props to you.” Lucas laughs, smiling down at Maya with a slight blush on his cheeks as well.

Maya notices the small crowd of giddy ten year olds watching them with wide eyes, the talk of the camp for the past two weeks finally standing in front of them.

“So I hear you’re going to NYU? Phoebe told me all about it in her letters.” Maya asks, making conversation.

“Yeah, I am. And you’re at Parsons?”

“I assume Phoebe had lots to say about me too?”

“Oh yeah.” Lucas says with a chuckle, Maya laughing slightly as well.

“She has quite the big mouth, this one..” Maya smirks, pulling Phoebe into a tight side-hug.

“Yeah. It was awesome having her here.” Lucas smiles at Phoebe again.

“She had a blast. Right Pheebs?”

“Totally. You’re my favorite, Lucas.” Phoebe smiles, and Lucas laughs.

“Just between us,” Lucas says, leaning in and whispering, “you’re my favorite too.”

Phoebe somehow beams even more at this, Lucas giving her a fist bump.

“Now can you please give Maya your number so we can hang out again? And also so you two can see each other again? Come on, I know you like each other. It’s like, all over your faces.” She says bluntly, Maya blushing intensely.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting together sometime, Maya. I get back from camp in August.” Lucas smiles, scratching the back of his back as excited squeals come from the group of ten year olds.

“Oh! I mean, sure!” Maya stammers, keeping her cool as her cheeks somehow turn redder, “uh, here. I have a pen. I’ll give you my number.”

“Oh, okay cool.” Lucas says with a big goofy grin on his face, Maya ripping a small slip of paper from her sketchbook in her purse and scribbling her number onto it before handing it to him.

“Alright cool, it was nice meeting you. And Phoebe,” Lucas turns to Phoebe and gives her a hug, “it was so awesome to hang out with you.”

“It won’t be the last time. Especially when you two start dating.” Phoebe smirks, Maya and Lucas both blushing, Maya chuckling nervously.

“Hopefully.” Lucas smiles at Maya, her stomach dropping as she looks into his sea foam gaze. He really is a ten.

“See you soon ish then.” Maya chuckles bashfully.

“Until then, blondie.”

Richonne(A dark skin reflection)

If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.

But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.

Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).

We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.

He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.

So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.

I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).

Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.

Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.

That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.

Originally posted by gatorade

let’s just be us (part 2)

summary: based on this post (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~4000

also found here: ao3, ff.net

the first part: here

an: i lost count of how many people requested that i write more, so i wrote more. thanks to meagan for beta reading and giggling and crying and everything in between! <3 (also this is entirely fluff and i don’t know who i am anymore weeeeeee)


“We’re home!” Emma says happily.

She steps into the apartment with her bag around her shoulder and Cocoa and Smee right on her heels. They charge into the place with excitement, eager to sniff everything and make sure it’s all still here.

Killian laughs warmly as he sets his stuff down. “I’ll go grab the rest.”

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Okay, I was just looking again at that Bughead picture for tomorrow’s episode and their choices of milkshake got my attention. Betty has her favorite old-fashioned vanilla and Jughead a strawberry one. Now I’m sure that this might be insignificant but with the exception of the first two episodes, all the other times that Betty is at Pop’s and having a milkshake (even at her date with Trev I might add) she is always drinking a strawberry one. What if this is Jughead’s favorite flavor and Betty was being a total teenage girl all those times and thinking that if she showed him that she likes the same things as him, even something as simple as a milkshake at Pop’s, he would notice her? Let me remind you that the strawberry milkashake as Betty’s drink choice makes its first appearance on episode 4 when they are talking about the drive-in and she suggests Rebel Without A Cause, another of his favorite things which gets an adorable reaction from him. Or maybe it’s just this weird notion when you are in love that something seemingly unimportant and silly makes you think and feel close to your significant other? I don’t know, I just think that this is extremely cute!

Did anyone ask for...

…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!

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“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by nochuie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

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Light filtered in through the pale beige linen curtains. It was too early to be waking up. You were sprawled on your bed in a very unladylike fashion with your legs sprawled, but you didn’t really care. Waking up was the hardest part of your day and when you did wake up you would think about your nap when you came home. It was a never ending cycle of sleeping and waking up. You stretched and you felt something that definitely did not feel like a plushy pillow. Opening your eyes you see Hoseok on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing on my bed,” Hoseok wasn’t suppose to be sleeping in your bed, it was barely big enough for you. All you got in response for your question was a grunt and he just ended up snuggling into your blankets.

Aish this lazy sack of shit. You had to get ready and get to class, he needed to get out. You tried poking at him with your foot but to no avail. You grabbed the Ryan Plushy Jeongguk got you for your birthday and started to smack Hoseok. Sleeping Hoseok was harder to wake up than a bear in hibernation. He only wakes up when he smells food. Fatty.

You decide to get up from your warm soft bed and go make coffee in the kitchen. You were still wearing the clothing from last night but now in a more crumpled version. The apartment was quiet and empty. You went across the hall to Jeongguk’s room, you wanted to knock but you refrained from the last moment. You didn’t want to know if he came back with her or if he didn’t come back at all.

Jeongguk barely brought girls home because he knew that you hated the noise. He had brought a girl over in the beginning of sophomore year. It was an understatement to say that you were angry. You were furious. After the girl had left and Jeongguk emerged from his room at noon, on the search for subsistence. You knew he always became very hungry after sex, so you being you decided to lock up the refrigerator and the pantry doors. Petty but you couldn’t help yourself. You heard the sounds that Jeongguk had elicited from the girl and the uneasiness of your standing with him continued to shift. The girl had made some pretty loud pleasurable sounds that traveled wretched airways across the hallway separating your rooms. You were ready to break into his room and wrangle her to death.

But instead like a proper college student, you hit him where it hurts, his stomach. You grabbed all your locks that have accumulated from your brief experimentation with riding a bike to school. Jeongguk had come out of his sex hole and was mildly surprised to say the least. He begged on his knees and promise that he would have to buy you dinner for forgiveness. Let’s say after that incident he very sparsely brought girls back to our place. It gave you brief peace before you realized that it would have been better if you knew what he was doing than you constantly guessing where and who he was doing.

Jeongguk’s room was still silent as you pressed your ears to the solid wooden door frame. You wanted to open his door and lay on his bed and envelope in his unique cotton scent. He probably was still at Jennie’s, snuggling with her. You felt your eyes tear up, he had promised that he would come back after their date. But you couldn’t dwell on that, this was just a minor setback to your whole plan. The school year was quickly coming to a close and it was about time after waiting four years. You padded towards the living room, your stomach rumbling with anger.

To your extreme surprised, there was a girl in who was using your stove. A girl who was wearing only a white shirt with her brown hair in a messy bun precariously placed on the top of her head. Her back was still towards you, she was humming. You quirked your head to the side. Who was this girl?

“Um, hello?” You made yourself known to the random girl who had invaded your apartment.

“Oh my. Who are you?” The girl whipped around, her bun bouncing around. She was holding your red frying pan with an egg cooking in it.

“I live here? Who are you?” You were really hungry. You didn’t have time for this girl, whoever she was.

“I’m Jennie. Jeongguk and I just got in a few minutes ago,” The girl introduced herself and went back to cooking. She didn’t seem to grasp the situation. You were sure that steam was rolling down your back and up into the air. “Are you Jeongguk’s little sister? I don’t remember him mentioning that he lived with his sister.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Jeongguk’s sister? So this was Jennie, the girl that has Jeongguk so enamored. She was really pretty, no doubt with long legs and a delicate face. She was dressed in Jeongguk’s shirt and prancing around your kitchen.

“I’m Jeongguk’s roommate, Y/N. Where is Jeongguk? I have to go talk to him,” You were about to smack Jeonguk five ways to hell. What was he thinking bring Jennie back to your shared place? He knew how much you hated being disturbed in the morning by his friends.

“Oh he’s in the shower. We had a long night, if you know what I mean,” Jennie turned on her heels to look at you and winked. You were taken aback. You didn’t know what to do, either to cry or yell.

You spun around and started to march towards Jeongguk’s room. You were about to rip Jeongguk’s heart out of his chest. Before you could, your bedroom door swung open and Hoseok came bumbling out. His stature dwarfing your door frame. He was still dressed in last night’s clothes with rumpled hair, eyes bleary. But he was missing his shirt, Hoseok didn’t like to sleep with his shirt on. He said it constricted him when he slept. His eyes weren’t even completely open before he registered that you were standing there.

Jeongguk’s door also opened and the man himself stood there. He had just come out of the shower, his body wash still fresh and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a second and let the fragrant wash over you. He was wiping his wet hair with your blue towel.

“Hey-”

Before Hoseok could finish, Jeongguk was on alert. His wet hair forgotten.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here? And why did you just come out of Y/N’s bedroom, shirtless?” He started to grill Hoseok. His eyes darting to yours in a silent accusation. Jeongguk had no right to accuse you of anything. He had brought Jennie back to your place and she was cooking for christ sake.

“Hoseok, get back in my room,” You started to shove him back into your room, trying to minimize the damage. Hoseok didn’t fight with you and landed his fat self back onto your bed. You took a blanket and covered him, he could catch a cold. Jeongguk was still waiting outside the open door with an indescribable look on his face. Hoseok never slept over when Jeongguk was here. He always came when Jeongguk was visiting his parents or brother. You closed the door behind you, obscuring Jeongguk’s view from Hoseok’s sleeping form.

“Y/N, why is Hoseok half naked in your room? Can you explain?” Jeongguk ran his fingers through his wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His face radiated a youthness that you couldn’t describe. He always looked so fresh after washing up. It was your favorite look on him, it gave him an innocence that you adored.

“Tell me why Jennie is cooking in my kitchen first then I’ll answer you about Hobi. Also please explain why you didn’t come home even though you promised you wouldn’t stay out more than two hours,” you leaned against the wall where picture of you and Jeongguk were displayed.

“Okay I can explain I promise. I got sidetracked. Jennie had taken me on an adventure. I finally fulfilled my dream of breaking into a museum and looking at the art uninhibited and with no people around. She took me around the city to show me her favorite places. Y/N I’ve never met a girl with a sense of adventure like her. I think I’m in love,” Jeongguk dropped, shyly looking down.

You couldn’t keep the frown off your face, “Jeongguk, you promised you would come back to me in two hours and you ditched me for a girl because you were having fun? I get that I do but couldn’t you just have shot me a text telling me that you weren’t going to come home? I was so worried, I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing. And Jennie isn’t the only one with a sense of adventure.” The last part slipped out. You couldn’t help yourself. Jealously was clawing at you. Jeongguk was an adrenaline junkie. He loved to do and experience new things. You were always a little on the safer side, you never really like the venture outside of your comfort zone. You would watch him from your little safe bubble and cheer him on.

“I’m sorry, my phone ran out of battery. I was going to call you I swear. And I know you’re fun, but Jennie is a different kind of fun. I promise I’ll make it up to you today. I’ll treat you to your favorite raspberry sorbet today after dinner,” Jeongguk begged with his puppy dog eyes, he reached for your hands and brought it to his chin. You couldn’t resist. He was just too cute. You knew you had to tell him your feelings tonight before he could entrench himself deeper into Jennie. She wasn’t right for him, you were.

Jennie eventually left, still wearing Jeongguk’s shirt. You tried to ask Jeongguk about it and he just chuckled to himself with his little secret. Hoseok had snuck out after hearing your conversation with Jeongguk. He crawled out onto the fire escape and him being the little cheeky bugger he is, sent you wink as he went down the ladder.

It was noon when the apartment settled down. Jeongguk was napping on the sofa after you watched Friends together. It was his favorite show. He had said that his friend, Namjoon loved it and recommended it to him one day and he has been hooked ever since. You began to tidy up the apartment as he was taking his little cat nap, doing the laundry because it was your turn. The feeling of domesticity had really hit you as you started to unfold Jeongguk’s trousers. You were living the relationship but you weren’t in it.

It was four o’clock when Jeongguk had finally come around, “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner or stay in?”

You were craving Japanese so you guys went out eat, “You have to pay today because you surprised me when Jennie this morning. You know she ate the rest of my bagels and cereal? I expect to be reimbursed for this.”
Jeongguk let out a loud laugh, the laugh where he would tilt his entire head back and laugh with his whole body. Your favorite. As you two strolled down the street to the little quaint sushi restaurant around the corner from your apartment. He slid his hand down and interlaced your fingers. You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he would take your hand. The concentrated bundle of nerves in your stomach started to act up again. It couldn’t be that hard to admit to Jeongguk that you had basically loved him since you’ve known him.

“You and your food. I’ll buy you some later when we get ice cream. Now let’s get food, I’m starving,” Jeongguk quickly dragged you into the dim lit restaurant. The waitress seated you and him in the cubby corner. The restaurant was having a slow night, there were only a few customers littered around.

“It’s been so long since I been here. You’re always so busy,” Jeongguk said as he picked up the menu. He didn’t even bother reading it. He picked at the fraying edges of the cover.

“Hey, I’m not the only one who’s busy. You barely been around the house. Do I have to remind you that is your turn to pay the water bills. I hope you didn’t forget,” You quickly scanned through the specials and motioned the waitress over.

“I’ll get the udon with beef and he’ll get the miso soup, the spicy tuna rolls, and udon with chicken and pork with no soybeans,” you smiled at the waitress and handed her both your menus.

“I never forget. I always pay the bills. I’ve been busy with dance, in which you haven’t shown up in,” Jeongguk leaned back into the deflated leather seat.

“I’ve been meaning to go, I’ll stop by tomorrow. I missed dancing, Hoseok keeps pestering me to go. The new student, Jongsuk also wanted to check it out after I mentioned it to him. We need more recruits.”

“That reminds me about this morning, why was Hoseok in your room this morning? Did he come after or before you found out I wasn’t coming home yesterday. You know he used to like you. What if he pulled a move and I wasn’t there to deflect it. I heard from Jimin that he was planning to ask you out. Jimin never lies,” Jeongguk said with a straight face. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“C’mon Jeongguk. You know that Hoseok doesn’t like me or ever have. He’s one of my oldest friends. Hoseok is also very straightforward. If he ever felt any of those feelings towards me, he would tell me right away. He had come after I knew you weren’t coming home. We just drank and talked. That’s it. He didn’t try anything on me nor will he ever in the future. I mean, look at me? Remember when Hoseok dated that model, I don’t even hold a candle to her,” You shook your head at him. What was Jeongguk thinking?

“Y/N, you should know by now how attractive you are? I don’t know why you don’t haven’t had a boyfriend for such a long time already. You’ll see when I say Hoseok has a thing for you. If he didn’t why would he always stick around you? Why did he try so hard to convince you to join dance? So he could show off his moves to you and make you fall in love with him,” Jeongguk was hilariously stuck on his point. He was sadly misinformed.

“I can promise you, he doesn’t like me. He also knows that I’m interested in someone else. I really like him but he doesn’t know. It’s been so long and I’m so ready to tell him,” You tried to hint to Jeongguk but he was oblivious as always.

The waitress set down two ice waters and you couldn’t help notice that she was staring at Jeongguk. He was dressed in a plain black t shirt with black jeans, piercings lined his ears. He was too hot not to look at. He reached over and puckered his mouth and sucked on the straw. Both of you stared at him, unable to take your eyes off of him. The waitress finally snapped out of her daze and scurried away.

“You always tell me about this guy that you like but you have no guts to admit to him you like him. Just tell him, how long has it been? Once you tell him it’ll be all fine. I don’t know you could hold this all in,” Jeongguk continued to sip from his straw.

You wanted to tell him so bad, but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. You didn’t know to formulate the words. All you had to say is , “it’s you,” but it didn’t come out.

Very Pink

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: None!! 

A/N: Just lots of fluffy adorable cuteness. I love it. Hopefully you do too!

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“Seems like it all came so fast.” Nat smiled at you flipping pancakes.

“Not the whole thing.” You laugh, frosting the cake on the counter. “But I see what you mean, I can’t believe we are already here.” Shaking your head, your wrist bending and turning as you slowly turn the cake spreading bright pink frosting across the vanilla cake.

“Do you remember telling him you were pregnant?” Nat smirked as she poured more batter on to the pan. You both laugh as the memory surfaces.

“Like it was yesterday.” Looking down at the pretty and very pink cake on your dining room table.

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