to have & to hold


#Helsinkihandhold <3

Coffee Is Code??

I have no idea where this came from. But here it is. I thought it was a fun little piece

“I slept with Claire’s coffee.”

Jessica Jones blurts the confession out so sharply and so out of the blue that the only thing that keeps Karen Page from spitting out her mouthful of red wine is the I-dare-you-to-judge-me glare from the PI.

She swallows and questions very carefully, “Her coffee?”

“The letters she gets. She said he was a cup of coffee she never got to have.” Jessica throws back her shot before continuing her explaination without meeting Karen’s eyes. “I slept with him. I killed his girl and I slept with him.”

“Wait what!?! Should you be telling me this?” Karen looks around and lowers her voice, “First we’re in a bar…And second was this because of mind-control guy?”

“The killing part yes, not the sex part.” Jessica waves the bartender over for another shot and after he moves away from them she rubs her own temples. “He’s back in New York next week. Should I tell her?”

“I mean it was before they started whatever ‘coffee,’ is, so I don’t think she’d hold against you. But I don’t think you have to tell her…” Karen trails off and takes another sip of her wine. “I didn’t tell her that I kissed Matt. I mean technically he kissed her first, then me, but still.”

“Kissing someone is a little more innocent that sex.”

“There is nothing innocent about kissing Matt Murdock.”

“Good to know.” Jessica snorts out a laugh. “Anything innocent about kissing Castle?”

“You want to answer that about Trish?” Karen rolls her eyes as Jessica shoots her another dark look. “I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks.”

“Just leave of cup of coffee on the fire escape. He’ll show up, just like a stray dog.” Jessica snickers.

“Is that how you get Trish to come around?”

“She’s an uptown girl, I have to set out a glass of wine and start a bath.” Jessica’s words are snipped, but her lips form a soft, unconscious smile as the aforementioned leggy blonde​ walks into the bar and up to their table.

Karen turns her head as the two say their hellos and finishes her glass of wine. She lays her money on the table and snags her purse. “I’m gonna call it a night.”

Trish grins, “You might as well, you’ve got 'coffee’ waiting in the alley.”

Karen’s glad the lights are dim, hopefully that hid her blush. “Goodnight you two.”

She slips out of the bar, into the alleyway, and up to imposing man in the shadows​.

“Ma'am.” He nods to her and falls in line with pace as she keeps walking.

“It’s been awhile. Jessica said I should set a cup of coffee on the fire escape to lure you back.” Karen bumps her hip into his.

“Much as I always appreciate the hot coffee you offer, Ma'am.” His hand finds hers bringing them to a stop. He fingers are slow and steady as he tucks a lock of her blonde​ hair behind her ear. His lips brush over hers, featherlight and weightless like nothing anyone would ever expect the Punisher to be capable of. “I’m always coming back around for a taste of you.”


Yup just some Kastle trash with a little Jessica/Trish

Love to my Loves ❤❤❤❤

okay okay we’re all talking about lup hating angus’ cookies and cockblocking taako, but what about in episode 51 when she just said ‘fuck you magnus’ and left him stranded in a tree with no way to get down

anonymous asked:

What do you love about Clarke Griffin?

I love this ask. Honestly where to start??

Clarke Griffin is just….a full human person? She’s allowed to be exceptional - she’s a hero - but she’s also flawed. She is well-rounded. 

Clarke Griffin comes from privilege, but she is extraordinarily empathetic. She is ruthless. She is smart. She has Z E R O chill. She just genuinely likes people. She sees the big picture, but she can also pinpoint an individual’s weakness and know exactly what to say to get them on her side. She is unapologetic. She grieves. She pushes love away but pulls it back because lbr, who is Clarke Griffin without love?

She loves to draw. If you betray her, you better watch your fucking back - but she also has the most extraordinary capacity for forgiveness. Clarke Griffin wants to survive, and refuses to stop fighting.

Clarke Griffin is bisexual. She likes sex. She can shoot a gun. She can kill a man with her bare hands. She can save a man with her bare hands, too. She’s wrong a lot. She cuts people out. She bends people to her will. She’s willing to let her mother die so that the world can live.

She loves drinking games. She loves her family, found and not. Her faith is so strong that it can change the way other people think about themselves. She loves humanity. She has this boundless hope that they can survive, that they can find a way.

I love that Clarke lives in the gray area, is allowed to be a badass but not a warrior, allowed to be a leader but not always right. I love how much she loves, I love how determined she is and how Done she is with everyone always. I love that she’s a thinker. Honestly, I love so many things about Clarke Griffin, it’s impossible to list them all. Basically, I love how real she feels. Because Clarke is- with all her sins and skills and hopes and fears- truly, deeply, human.


Mr. Selfridge - 28/? times Lady Mae Madame Rennard reveals cracks in hides behind her façade (4x01)

“ I hope this isn’t insensitive but do you think you’ll get another cat? “

I got this message from a couple of people so i thought I’d address it here. :)

The answer is no. I know I am the biggest fucking cat lady on the planet and most of you can’t believe that my answer is such a resounding no, but it’s true.

For those who have read The Story of Sarah and Mystic, you know that I never went looking for a pet, they found me :) I never went into a pound or a pet store and said I want a cat, gimme a cat, and then had a cat. No, both of them came into my life in very special ways, and I was lucky to give them all the love I could.

And that’s really the gist of it isn’t it? With both, they came into my life and said “Here we are, you now have a cat!” But more than that, they gave me the one thing I needed more than anything else in life, love. In return, I gave them everything I had in my heart and life. It worked out great :)

But, no.

I am going to be able to go see mom now, and help her in person as she goes through more chemo and radiation. I couldn’t do that before because I couldn’t leave mystic.

I am going to look into studying abroad.

I am going to look at internships and other stuff, and maybe even just travel for a bit.

I no longer have any responsibilities that I care about. i no longer take care of anyone worth mentioning.

I can simply pack up what few things I have, and disappear any time I want and fend for myself. 

And … with my surgeries coming up, I can simply stay in the hospital and heal.

In fact, I have a feeling I won’t be home much at all anymore. I really have no reason to be here … campus libraries are open late, there’s always stuff to see and do…

I’ll figure it out as I go along, but no. I miss Mystic so much, I hurt so bad, and I still love him so very much… he was so special… the story of him, the things we did, the places we went, it was… special. he wasn’t just a pet that I could replace, I wouldn’t want to….

If something happens and I end up with another ball of fur, or even a service animal… so be it :) But it’ll be by the fates hands, not my own.

Hey… maybe… just MAYBE… I might actually meet a great woman who will love me and not treat me like shit and drop my ass on a whim like the last few… and maybe she’ll have a great cat or dog to love to :)



“Stop talking for a second and just… let me tell you something.” 

I had this idea about if Keith and Lance got stranded in space and for some reason the team can’t get to them or doesn’t know where they are, and they think they’re gonna die so they finally confess to each other. 😏 

But then the team finally comes and rescues them and they’re forced to actually deal with their feelings. 

most people who hate cats 

  • have only met other people’s cats, who may be shy or aggressive around people they dont know. they have genuinely never met a cat that cares about them
  • have no idea about cat body language, so when a cat is giving off signals saying “leave me alone” “stop touching me” “im annoyed” they keep giving it attention and end up getting swatted or bitten
  • have never met a cat in their life and just go off the stereotype that cats are jerks

I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…

Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…

Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…

Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…

2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…


March 26th 2010-2017: 7 years today since your audition & look where you are; performing your first song in front of a huge crowd at Ultra last night!
I’m so proud to see how much you have grown & how much more confident you are in your voice & your talent. You are nowhere near done.