this is the happiest of pictures

Over the years, seeing the boys instantly point to Louis when asked who’s the closest to their mom, and hearing Louis always talk about how much he stays in contact with her, my heart grew because of knowing Louis was the biggest mama’s boy.

This was my favorite picture of them, which I always say when it crosses my dashboard. To see Louis visiting his momma at work and seeing them both happy, I can’t explain the joy this picture has and now always will bring me

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32 years gone past but that cheeky smile stays the same. 

(for @crisamante​ ♥)

HAPPY 32nd BIRTHDAY, CRISTIANO!

okay listen

dan’s picture was definitely phil’s homescreen/lockscreen and he said “you look so cute more people deserve to see this”

dan blushes and says “really?”

phil nods and says “i keep enough of you to myself, let them have this.”

and dan smiles as he posts the picture with a smiley emoji caption because he’s not in a self-deprecating mood, he’s the happiest he’s ever been and wants everyone to know that.

A little before and after for you, I was never big before but I have dropped 2 dress sizes and certainly wasn’t healthy - the first picture I ate around 1000 calories a day, counted them, binged regularly and never exercised, I was just diagnosed with my kidney disease so I was depressed and didn’t leave the house, stayed in feeling sorry for myself constantly. Second pictures I’m healthy, exercise often no longer count calories but I know it’s waaaaay more then I used to eat and of the right stuff. I take care of
My kidneys and give them good stuff, I’ve been vegetarian for over a year now and plan on becoming vegan in 2017 🌺 all in all I’m worlds healthier mentally and physically - I’m going to uni this year and have a very close friendship group, a wonderful boyfriend and I’m the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. Bring on 2017!!!!!!

Single Mama Poindexter

Everyone knew The Poindexters. Tara and Broderick Poindexter were so in love and their kids were all so cute. 

Kathleen was born first. She got Tara’s freckles and Broderick’s blue eyes, and red hair. 

Rory and Ryan are born three years exactly after Kath and she is not the happiest to share her birthday. Technically it was Rory and Sara but they don’t use that name anymore. 

When she finally sees them she stops sulking enough to pose for pictures with them. They both have Tara’s amber eyes and her auburn hair, but only Rory got her freckles. 

Reagan comes a little over two years later and looks more like Broderick than any of them. Red hair, blue eyes, no freckles. He was almost like a carbon copy of Broderick. 

Then the ‘Irish Twins’ came along four years later. Maeve was born in early November and William was born that next October. Because of Maeve’s too-late and Will’s late-but-not-too-late birthdays they were in the same grade, Maeve one of the oldest and Will one of the youngest. 

Will was barely a year old when Broderick died. Tara was left a single mom to six children, from a twelve year old down to a not-yet-one year old, and mourning his husband. 

She raised her children to be strong and independent. The teachers and principles from their schools hated to see a Poindexter in trouble because it meant dealing with Tara. 

Kath liked to fight bullies and never believed in hiding her ‘swear words’. Rory never met a teacher he didn’t talk back to, and Ryan didn’t respect anyone who didn’t give him enough decency to call him by his name. Reagan might have looked liked Broderick but he took after Tara, and that includes her temper. 

Maeve and Will were the worse because they never did like being talked down to and that’s what they got, a lot. Between Maeve’s ADHD and Will always asking questions that his classmates and teachers deemed ‘unimportant’, they weren’t taken very seriously at school. 

When Will, and Maeve, started high school they had the best teacher ever. Miss Jacob, the art teacher who had degrees in art history, computer science, and education. In short, the kids loved her. Tara did too. 

Will and Maeve were juniors when their mom got remarried, to Miss Jacob. 

No longer Single Mama Poindexter, but now two Mrs. Jacob-Poindexter’s. 

Don’t.
Don’t burn the pictures.
Don’t rip the handwritten love letters up.
Don’t destroy the memories that made you the happiest; because time heals but also brings regret.

Because you can’t go back & you’ll never have another 1st love. Years will pass & you won’t remember the color of his eyes in detail quite like you did. And it’s going to break you down because you’ll find yourself in bed at 2:10 in the morning trying to remember the way his lips curved when he smiled but it’s been too long & all the pictures you have with him are gone.. And you’ll start to think that maybe you shouldn’t have been so fucking impulsive.

Put everything in a box & only open it after you’ve moved on & want to revisit a time that was filled with genuine love & innocence. Because despite what you’ve been told, you can let go without forgetting.

It’s okay to trace the poems he wrote you in cursive with your fingertips, remembering what it was like the first time you laid eyes on him.

It’s okay to smile at the pictures of you two kissing; after all, his lips were the ones to show you how it was done-
it’s okay if your eyes well up because you can still feel him holding your shaking hands. It’s okay if you laugh at the promise of forever that two kids made because even though it was too big of a promise at that age, it was admirable.

It’s okay to close that box & put it back under your bed or in the back of your closet to collect dust for another 6 months while you live & fall in love again & again.

You will always remember him, with or without the pictures but having them makes it alot easier when you’re no longer a kid & you’ve loved a handful of men after him & the color of their eyes are mixing in with his & all you want is to be sure. When all you want is to remember a time where love was him walking you home from school kissing you on the cheek. When love didn’t mean doing drugs or getting undressed.
—  I wish I could remember the exact color of his eyes & what it felt like to be pure again.
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yeah so I went to #tatinof in Berlin and i had the chance to meet Dan and phil. They’re literally the cutest person on earth, they were so adorable.
When I met them I told them I came from France and they were really impressed, also Dan liked my magneto tshirt. They were so caring. Their arms are the safest place on earth.
The show was absolutely incredible, and I can’t thank them enough for their hard work and passion. They put all they’ve got in this. This day was the happiest I’ve ever been so far.
I already miss them so freakin much, and I hope to see them again soon. I feel literally empty now, like what am I supposed to do with my life now?

(Dan took a blurry picture but I don’t really mind tbh)

Whatever you do don't imagine that Mr and Mrs Holmes liked to take pictures of their kids

And that somewhere in their house, stuffed in a box in the attic so Sherlock will never find it, is a photo album.

Don’t imagine all the pictures of baby Mycroft, with chubby cheeks and messy hair, trying to stuff anything he can get his hands on in his mouth: his rattle, the corner of a book, a test tube if he can find one. And he’s always laughing, and his mum and dad would say he’s the happiest baby they’ve ever seen.

Don’t imagine little toddler Mycroft holding his baby sister for the first time. He’s amazed by her and he loves her and he never wants to let her go. Don’t imagine Mycroft sitting with her on the sofa, or baking with her in the kitchen, or pushing her on the swing.

Don’t imagine Mycroft and Eurus bringing their little brother home for the first time. And Mycroft is delighted because he knows what he’s doing and he can’t wait to teach this little boy to speak and walk and he can’t wait to teach Eurus how to be a big sister. But Eurus is sulky and angry and jealous because she doesn’t want to be a big sister. Don’t imagine Mycroft protecting his little brother, and Eurus getting more and more jealous as each picture is taken. Don’t imagine Mycroft’s expression slipping from one of childish joy and excitement to one of worry and fear that doesn’t belong on the face of a boy.

Don’t imagine baby William being born, and Mycroft no longer being excited, but being afraid that he’ll have to protect someone else. Don’t imagine Eurus exploding with rage, not even hiding her hatred of her brothers for the pictures anymore. Don’t imagine William and Sherrinford growing up together and being best friends. Don’t imagine how Mycroft is barely in the pictures anymore, because he’s so busy being a ‘proper big brother’ that he no longer gets to be a kid. Don’t imagine Eurus lurking in the back of every picture, glaring and fuming.

Don’t imagine the pictures suddenly stopping.

And by the very last picture Mycroft is twelve, and he’s far too wise for twelve, and far too fearful for twelve, and all he wanted was to be a good big brother, and he’d do anything to protect Sherlock. And Sherlock is five and he’s confused and upset and he thinks he’s lost his dog and his brother won’t tell him about it and he doesn’t understand why Mycroft won’t play with him, because he doesn’t have his dog to play with anymore, and Mycroft is a rubbish big brother.

And all the bright clothes and cheerful expressions of the previous photos have been exchanged for dark suits, far too grown up for children that age, and somber expressions, eyes cast down at the floor. And Sherlock won’t even let Mycroft touch him, never mind pick him up and hug him like he used to.

Don’t imagine Mr and Mrs Holmes keeping a photo album.

>Draws pictures for stories she’ll never write.

For a bit of context, it’s from my AU and is a picture taken by the knight during their short honeymoon and these were probably the only truly carefree days they ever experienced ahah ;_;

December 24th

I’ll Be Home

Summary | Dec 13th | Dec 14th | Dec 15th | Dec 16th | Dec 17th | Dec 18th | Dec 19th | Dec 20th | Dec 21st | Dec 22nd | Dec 23rd | Dec 24th

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Present Day:

Aelin didn’t know why she was crying. She didn’t even know she was crying, or when she started. It was only when a single tear fell down, landing on the picture of the day her and Rowan got engaged, that she realized she was, indeed, crying.

However, despite the tears, Aelin was smiling. It was a small smile, pulled up in just one corner, but it was a smile.

She always smiled when she looked at that picture.

Her heart clenched as she wiped her tears. When she looked at the photo, it brought back the memory of that day. It was one of the happiest days of her life. And it also made her realize just how much she was missing Rowan right now, on this Christmas Eve night.

Aelin looked at the clock on top of the fireplace. Rowan should be home by now. There was no pushing the thought out of her mind or thinking about anything else. Rowan should be home.

Aelin closed the photo album and placed it back under the coffee table. A sigh left her lips as she leaned back against the couch.

She should put on Evalin’s gifts. It was getting late and Aelin didn’t want Evalin to wake up to no presents under the tree. She already had to wake up to no father-

The sound of paws on the hardwood floor stopped Aelin’s train of thought. Fleetfoot rounded the corner and walked into the living room. She jumped up onto the couch next to Aelin, resting her head on Aelin’s leg.

“I know girl,” Aelin smoothed Fleetfoot’s head. “I wish he was home too.”

Fleetfoot let out a whining sound, as if agreeing.

“He’ll be home soon,” Aelin continued, trying to convince herself more then anything. “He will be. He has-” She trailed off. Her hand stopped on Fleetfloot’s head briefly before continuing. “We should get Evalin’s gifts out. Rowan can fix them when he comes home.”

Aelin looked down at Fleetfoot as she let out anything whine. With one last look at the clock - and before a new set of tears could start - Aelin stood up.

“Come on, girl.”

Maybe putting out Evalin’s gifts would keep her mind busy until Rowan got home, Aelin thought as Fleetfoot jumped off the couch. She started to make her way towards the hallway, when the sound of a key in a lock stopped her.

Both Aelin and Fleefoot froze. Slowly, almost as if she was afraid of scaring away a bird, Aelin turned towards the door. Everything moved in slow motion. The locked turned and then the doorknob, before the door was pushed opened, a dark figure stepping in.

Rowan stepping in.

Aelin didn’t breathe. She watched as he took off his coat, hanging it on one of the bar stools by the island. Like he did every day when he came home.

Then, he turned around, spotting Aelin standing there. She took in his pine-green eyes, his wind blown hair, his rosy cheeks from the cold. God, she missed him.

“Aelin,” He breathed out her name.

That was all it took for her to take off. Aelin ran to him, locking her arms around she neck as he caught her, pulling her as close as possible.

The tears started again, and Aelin cursed herself in her head. But she couldn’t help it.

“Rowan.” She breathed in his scent before stepping back not an inch.

Without another word form either of them, Aelin pulled his lips to hers. She poured every bit of love she had in her heart into the kiss. If they didn’t need to pull back for air, Aelin could have kissed him all night long.

“You’re home.” She panted once they broke the kiss.

“Of course.” Rowan pulled her close once again, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I couldn’t miss Christmas with my girls.”

“You,” Aelin pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Are never allowed to leave around Christmas ever again.”

A smile pulled on Rowan’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Despite the tears and the way her heart was pounding, Aelin smirked.

“Good. Cause you seem to be better on gift placement under trees then me.”

Rowan let out a deep chuckled, before pulling Aelin into his chest once more. Almost as if he also couldn’t believe he made it home.

“You should go wake Evalin,” Aelin whispered into his chest. “She misses her daddy.”

“And I miss her. And you.”

Wrapping his arm around Aelin’s shoulder, Rowan started to lead them into the hallway, towards Evalin’s room.

“And then, you can put out the gifts while I sit back and have a giant glass of wine.”

Rowan looked at Aelin, a smirk on his lips. “Just like every other year.”

“You know what,” Aelin rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I missed you.”

“Because you love me.” Rowan turned to Aelin as they stopped in front of Evalin’s bedroom door.

“And you love me.” Aelin smiled before Rowan bent down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“That I do,” he mumbled before pulling back. “Let’s wake Evalin for a few minutes. I want to hold both my girls.”

As they walked in and woke up Evalin, Aelin couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She watched with so much love as Evalin rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before they landed on Rowan and she threw herself in her daddy’s arms. Rowan held her closer before cuddling in bed next to her. He pulled Aelin in so the three of them set on the top of Evlain’s bed. Then, Rowan picked up Evalin’s Christmas book and started reading, funny voices and all.

Just as it was their first Christmas together, and in all those photos in the photo album, Aelin’s heart was full with so much love. And she was forever grateful. Because Rowan was home for Christmas.

Not halfway through the book, Evalin was sound asleep once more. Rowan put down the book, but didn’t move. He simply looked over Evalin’s head, his eyes holding as much love as they met Aelin’s.

“Merry Christmas, Fireheart.” He whispered, and Aelin gave him a smile.

“Merry Christmas, Buzzard.”

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Thank you all so much for joining me on this fun ride these past 12 days. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did. Happy Holidays to everyone!

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happiest moment of my life 💖

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So I just met Jaden Smith? My literal idol? I look like the ugliest person alive next to this angel but I showed him my phone case (it has one of his tweets on it) and he asked to take a picture of it…I’m the happiest person on Earth

Utter Failure

Imagine a fox, sitting in a rather sparse apartment. Wearing old and stained clothes, eating a sad frozen dinner, sitting in front of a TV that barely gets reception. On a nearby desk are stacks of dusty papers and a number of broken down dioramas. He barely touches his food, he’s much too depressed to eat. 

He heads to his room, there’s only a mattress, an electric fan, and a framed photo. The picture shows a happy family; a husband, a wife, and a young boy holding a rather large fish. He remembers the day that picture was taken. They were camping, every year they would go to the lake and stay for the weekend, they fished hours on end, ate s’mores around the campfire, and told ghost stories. He was the happiest fox in the world. 

But then he left them. He dreamt too big. He thought that, one day, he could catch a break, that he could get his chance to prove himself. He kept trying, he kept fighting, but all that did was cause more harm than good. With no money, no job, no hope, he left his family knowing that they would be better off without him. He never told his son he was never coming back. Before he was even out the door, his son ran to him, asking if they’ll go back to the lake soon, it was nearing that time they would usually go. He told his son that he wasn’t sure if they could that year. But when he heard his sad little voice, something came over him. He turned to his son and told him that when he returns, he’ll take him to the lake. 

But he never did. He never came back. He never watched his son grow up. The pain in his chest burned, the throbbing in his head grew, but all of it was interrupted by a knock at his door. 

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a rather nervous fox. The moment he saw him, he knew it was his son. But in that moment, he felt terrified and ashamed. Why did he come here? How did he find him? Is he angry? But before he even said a word, he felt a warm embrace. As they both wept, their pain melted away. Through their tears they spoke in broken voices, his son was never angry, he was never ashamed of him, he had only missed him.  And his son learned his father always loved him. It has been so long, they never wanted to let go. 

But then the old fox saw them. A pair of long fuzzy ears behind his son. Standing in the hallway was a bunny with violet eyes. She seemed touched by the whole scene, barely containing her tears. After a moment of awkward silence, the bunny and the fox collect themselves. 

The bunny hands him a white envelope. And when he peeks at its contents, his eyes light up, his heart flutters, and as he looks up he sees the two of them side by side, hand in hand, watching him. 

He had no words, only joy. 

memyselfandi707fan  asked:

Will u do baby rfa + v seran and vanderwood

I don’t write for Vanderwood since I know next to nothing about the guy. I put Seven and Unknown under the cut for spoilers.


Yoosung

  • the happiest baby with a ton of pictures of him all dressed up
  • there are scrapbooks of him doing cute stuff
    • and of course one of him in a sink playing with a rubber duck
  • his first word is no
  • always ate whatever his mother shoved into his mouth

Jaehee

  • her mother LOVED buying her clothes
    • there are thousands of pictures of her in different dresses
    • her favorite is when she was reaching for something in a pond and her bloomers were showing
  • her first word was dad
    • and wouldn’t stop saying it until she learned another word
  • loved playing with her tea set with her stuffed animals and her parents

Zen

  • such a happy baby so fascinated by the camera
    • every time his mother would have the camera out his eyes would be locked with the lens
  • had this toy monkey that he absolutely loved to cuddle with
  • loved playing with his more musical toys
  • very vocal by making any noise he can with all the coos and aws

Jumin

  • didn’t like the camera at all
  • he would always try to cover his face and if someone managed to get a picture of him he would have the same stone-face expression
  • if his hands get dirty when he’s eating, he would hold his hands out to be cleaned each time he put food into his mouth
  • turns his back to you if he’s not interested in you

V

  • there’s a VHS video dedicated to things V did as a baby
    • one of which was his reaction to trying a lemon
  • loved coloring and drawing
    • and you bet your ass he was the kid to color the walls when he was super young
  • when he was a few months old, he used to cry every time he was in his crib 
    • so his parents bought him a bed with child railings so he doesn’t roll off
  • easily entertained
    • you could give him a piece of string and he would play with it for hours

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