ugh just look at her face

You know what I realized today? That the Garrison mostly likely did not tell Pidge and her mom that the Kerberos mission ‘failed’ before the news televised  it.

By the looks on their faces, it appears this is the first time they’re hearing about it. 

I mean you would think that with something like this they would inform the family first  and then release what happened to the press. I mean this crew was  the best at what they did. Which is  probably why they were the first people to be out that far in space as Matt mentions in episode one. 

By the looks of it’s very late at night due to the lighting and Pidge being in pajamas. I also highly doubt something like this would just ‘leak’ to the press unless someone from the inside did it or the Garrison had known for a while about the disappearance. Which makes no sense AT ALL because they should know they made it there because of flight logs. I am betting they did though so they could fabricate some BS to tell everyone. Which of course, Pidge wasn’t having any of that so.

Yeah, anyway fuck the Garrison

  • white people: ugh Moana looks just like elsa/anna/rupunzel!
  • Pacific islanders: look at her nose! she has my nose!!! and the hair! i used to hate my hair but moana has it! and Moana has my body shape <3
Lovers in the most unlikely places


Request:  Ooh! Could you write a Scarlett Johansson x female reader imagine where the reader and Scarlett realize that they’re soulmates? Please? :)

Warnings: none 

Originally posted by fearnothingexceptyourmom

   "Come on,“ Your friend whined beside you, stomping their feet as you stood just beside one of the autograph lines at the comic con you were at. 

     "No, she’s literally my favorite and I don’t think I have the heart to face her,” you whisper timidly, eyeing Scarlett Johansson’s line. “Plus, it’s a really long line-” you attempt to use logic in this argument but one look at your friend and you knew that you weren’t going to win this.

     "Ugh,“ you groan, eyeing her at the front of the line, smiling and happily chatting away with some fans. "It’s gonna take like, 3 hours," 

     "Well,” your friend smiles, clasping you on the back as they drag you to the back of the long line. “Guess it’s a good thing we brought money for food,”

     It actually was a good thing you brought a little more extra money than anticipated given that you waited in line for nearly 3 hours, waiting to meet your all time favorite actress. Your friend went and bought pizza, chips, pretzels, and an abundance of other food for the two of you as you waited nervously, gnawing on your nails as the like moved a a snails pace.

     You were a little afraid that she was going to leave soon, after all see been here signing autographs for hours, why would she want to stay any longer than necessary? Even though in the beginning you had been rather reluctant to meet her you were simply dying for this line to speed up so that perhaps you’d have the slight chance of catching a glimpse of her.   

    The line dragged on and it was nearing four hours when her body guard pushed everyone back, saying she was done with autographs for the day. You couldn’t help the bubble of disappointment within you, after all, you were so, so, so close to meeting her, only 10 or so people ahead of you. 

     "Wait,“ Scarlett placed a gentle hand on her bodyguards arm, smiling at him softly. "I can do a few more, It’s fine,” despite the fact that she had indeed been signing autographs for nearly 4 hours the bodyguard nodded, stepping out of the way so you guys could inch closer.   

    You swore these ten people were going by slower than any line you’d ever been in. It felt like an eternity before you were finally stepping up to the table, smiling nervously at the actual goddess before you. 

      “Hi,” she smiled warmly as she grabbed some picture the person beside her was giving out, a standardized photo of her face. “What’s your name sweetheart?” Oh god. Oh fucking hell. Damn you to the core of hell and back again because those were the exact words printed on your arm, hidden from the view of all people.

     Everyone had a soulmate, someone in this universe made just for them and a mark, a string of words, would present themself to a person on their 16 birthday. From then on they’d have to wait until the universe pushed the soulmates together, finally allowing the two people to become whole. 

    The marks were there to guide people through their lives, to make sure they didn’t fall in love only to have their heartbroken, to make sure that for once they found the right partner and here you were, your favorite celebrity before you, having just spoken those exact words upon your arm to you. You checked your sleeves which were pulled down over your hands so there was no way in hell she’d seen the words, no way she was giving you a false sense of hope. 

      “Um…it’s (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Suddenly her hand stills in it’s writing, having just gotten the first word of your first name written down. Slowly, she looks up to you, her eyes shining with some emotion you’d couldn’t quite figure out. 

     "You’re my- I’m you’re-“ She trails off, staring at you with these wide, imploring eyes.

     "I think so…yeah,” Within a flash she’s hopped up on her chair, jumping off the table and immediately engulfing you in her arms. Her face nuzzles into the crook of your neck as her arms wrap around your waist snugly. 

    “Soulmate,” she whispers against you. “You’re my soulmate,”


“I’m terrible at practical jokes. I do them too well, so they’re not funny. I end up saying, ‘Oh, no, I’m joking, I’m joking.’“

Super short and I blame @thetourguidebarbie (and my sister) for this.

“There’s no way they don’t know!” Caroline said, burying her face in her hands as she groaned, imagining how everyone was already gossiping about Klaus and her. And, ugh, all the judgement she’d have to face… She was so not ready for it.

He just sighed, “How would they know, love? They didn’t know two weeks ago when we were all in New York, so how could they find out now when we’re not even in the same state?” he asked, the last part coming out a little bitter and she forced herself to look at him through the camera.

Damn, she really wished he were there to distract her and sooth her worries.

“I don’t know, Klaus, but we haven’t been subtle at all. We were hanging out together all the time and the way you look at me-“

Klaus smiled, “And how exactly do I look at you?”

Caroline fought down a blush as she said teasingly, “Like I’m everything you’ve ever dreamed for and more.”

“Someone thinks too highly of themselves.” He accused, “And if anyone has found out, sweetheart, it’s only because you couldn’t keep your hands off me during that party… Perhaps they noticed how we both disappeared for a while and the state of our clothes afterwards.” He smirked.

She froze for a moment before shaking her head, “See? They know! Why were we so obvious about it? What’s wrong with us?”

Klaus just laughed, “You should learn to relax, Caroline. If they knew, then don’t you think that my siblings would be blackmailing me by now? Or that your friends would be desperately trying to convince you how I’m terrible for you?”

Caroline considered his words, “Fine, you’re probably right. It’s just… Things have been so good this semester, I really don’t want anyone to ruin it.”

“I know, love, but we’ll have to tell them at some point – especially since your dear friend Stefan apparently has decided to be a little too friendly.” He complained, and she thought it was particularly adorable the way he got jealous, though she rolled her eyes at him anyway.

“Oh, yeah, because if he asks me out, then I’ll definitely say yes.”

“Well, at the lengths you’re willing to go to keep our relationship a secret…”

Caroline sighed, looking at him more softly, “We will tell them soon, I promise, Klaus… And you know this has nothing to do with you, right? I just… I just hate the idea that they would want to destroy this and I’m so happy in this pink, perfect bubble we’re living and-“

He frowned, “Pink, perfect bubble?”

She just waved impatiently, “Yes. We are living in freaking pink bubble and I don’t want to let anyone burst it. Not even you, buddy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

“Good… Anyway, so are you sure that Kol doesn’t know? Because he said something to me when we were saying goodbye. It seemed like it was nothing important at the time, but thinking about it now, maybe he does know and-“

Klaus just groaned.


First I gotta say what an amazing episode 7x09 was!!! Loved seeing everyone together. So many great moments. But 2 scenes in particular absolutely broke my heart. The first was when Daryl found out that Carol had left. The look on his face was just, so sad. After everything he’s been through, and now thinking he might not see her again maybe? And the other scene was when Rick had to leave Daryl behind. Again the look on Daryl’s face but also Rick. I hate seeing Daryl so, idk, alone. I know he’s not, but ugh, so many feelings! Wonderful acting from Norman as always ♥

anonymous asked:

Well, thanks to JE's new interview, I've lost all the excitement I had for Thursday's episode. It will have nothing to do with Liz saving Red and will only be about Liz & her love for Tom, Tom, Tom. Ugh! The writers just don't care about this show. I love James, but the garbage we're given every week is becoming too much. Do you think the show can be saved? It seems like a lot is riding on Thursday's episode & I have a feeling it won't deliver what we are all hoping for.

Anon I’m not sure what “saved” even looks like right now. Even if the show does an about face we still have a lot of shit we’ve waded through with millions of lost viewers and many episodes that are completely unwatchable. We’re talking a show starring James Spader and there are entire episodes that his scenes are the only ones worth our time.

So I don’t know what saved means for everyone but for me I’d like a resolution to Red’s story and a reveal of what happened to his family. I’d like him to live through the series finale and maybe find some peace. Lizzington is a dream at this point since Liz as a character has so little credibility left. Even when she has a great moment I’m always thinking well next ep it’ll be same old snarky Liz. Inevitably they prove me right.

I’m excited for 4.15 because Red still gives me that thrill. If Liz of old shows up that’d be great but I no longer expect her to. I’ll try to ignore Tom because what’s done is done. The pervasive misogyny coming from the writers room is unfixable because tptb can’t see what is broken or why for that matter. Ultimately my answer will always be the same. I’m here for James. Where he goes I go. Cheers:)


#at first i was like #yoo look at that smirk on daniel’s face #he knows #he knows she wouldn’t have let anyone shoot him #but then peggy stays silent  #and idk but in the last gif #maybe daniel’s still convinced peggy wouldn’t have let him die #BUT at the same time i can also see daniel’s insecurities creeping back in #and i’m sooo asdfghjk #because i know homegirl was just currently realizing that the idea of losing daniel is scaring the shit out of her #and that being scared to lose him is making her scaredx1000 #bc uh-oh she just lost a love and now she’s vulnerable like that again #so i rly rly have this intense need to tell daniel that no ok? she would not have let anyone shoot you #im sure

sincerelygeertje replied to your post Remember that time he wagged his finger and Shelagh and I was ready TO FREAKING FLIP" also when was that?

Sorry for taking long to answer, I know it was Series 3,Episode 5 because I complained about it when I recently rewatched that episode lol. I just did a quick netflix hunt during class because I wanted to screenshot it!  ugh 

I know Patrick is kind of a typical husband of the 50s (and she did overreact a tad bit) but this bothered me so much. Look at Shelagh’s face! It’s heartbreaking😭💔She really had no idea what to do with herself & was still getting used to this totally different life and Patrick’s over here scolding her like a child. I’m so glad their relationship has evolved and grown and they are equals now because I didn’t like these early moments.  

Sweet Sixteen || Brooklyn Beckham

Yes, a Brookyn Beckham imagine. Just because this boy is way too hot and cute. Ugh 😏💕 Enjoy, peepz 💋


I showed my invitation to the enormous bouncer who was standing in front of the immense house of the Beckham family. The man nodded and let me in with a straight face. You could hear the loud music outside and now that I was standing inside I was already being deaf. I looked around and some maid-servant came toward me with a tired smile on her face.

“Let me take your coat, miss,” she mumbled tiredly, trying make herself audible above the loud music. She had her arm stuck in front of her, ready to take my coat.

I smiled and shook my head. “No, thanks. I know it here, I can bring it to the closet myself.”

“No, miss. It’s my job for tonight, let me take it,” the girl smiled.

I smiled back and grabbed my purse out of the pocket of my jacket to give the girl some tip. Yeah, having rich parents can be in my profit sometimes. The girl smiled grateful to me before she took my jacket and and I walked to the reception-room. I looked around, looking for some familiar faces. Unfortunately I didn’t found any and I headed to the bar to get myself a drink.

“Can I have one Sprite, please?” I yelled above the music. The bartender nodded friendly at me and sent me a gesture that he was going to get me the drink and not much later I looked around, sipping from my Sprite. I took the cold glass in one hand while holding my phone in the other. I decided to walk around, looking for the birthday boy.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A friend of Brooklyn and mine appeared next to me and I smiled at him.

“Hey,” I smiled back.

“You’re looking for Brooklyn, aren’t you?” he grinned. I rolled my eyes and nodded while I was still laughing at him. “Lucky you, he’s right over there.” Kyle pointed at the DJ set and I saw Brooklyn looking at the DJ with a fascinated look on his face. Cute.

“Thanks, Kyle,” I thanked the guy. He nodded and walked a bit with me until he got stopped by some other friends himself.

I creeped carefully along the DJ set and stood silently behind Brooklyn. I dropped my Sprite somewhere on a table and had my phone stuck in my jean pocket so I had both of my hands free. I put my hands before his eyes and grinned while I giggled in his ear,

“Guess who.”

I let my gaze slide over his face from the side and saw him grinning.


The bright smile on my face faded away and I let my hands drop.

Brooklyn turned around and looked at me with sparkling eyes. “Just kidding. Of course I knew it was you.” He pulled me in a hug and I hugged him back.

“Happy birthday, Beckham Boy,” I laughed, knowing he hated the nickname I created for him a few years ago.

“Thanks, London Girl.” He gave me a soft push against my shoulder and leaned with his hands against the table behind him.

“But now about Jordan,” I began.

A loud laugh left my best friend’s mouth. “There’s nothing about Jordan. Like I said, I knew it was you. I was joking.”

“Sure.” I rolled fake annoyed with my eyes and crossed my arms insubordinately.

“I mean it, (Y/N).” Though there was something in his eyes that told me he was hiding something from me.


A familiar voice was giggling and I clenched my jaw in annoyance while I sent Brooklyn a meaningful look. ‘Seriously,’ I mimed.

He bit his lip, looking guilty. He shrugged and gave Jordan a hug.

“(Y/N).” Jordan looked at me from head to toe with a pretentious look and then smiled at me with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Jordan,” I groaned, not attempting to smile back at her.

Brooklyn looked awkwardly at us before his girlfriend poured herself on him and kissed him roughly on his lips.

“I can’t wait for you to open my present!” Jordan coed. “You’re gonna love it.” She sent me a mean look. I just rolled my eyes in response.

“I’m gonna go for a walk, if you don’t mind,” I said to Brooklyn. He gave me a guilty look again, but I smiled it away.

“Yeah, we don’t mind, do we?” Jordan grinned.

I inhaled deeply to hold myself back from attacking the girl and turned around.



For the second time tonight, someone held me up.

“Dinah!” I hugged the girl firmly. “How are you? We haven’t talked for years!”

“Oh please,” laughed Dinah, “we spoke to each other a few months ago. And I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m okay, I guess,” I smiled weakly.

“Come, we’re gonna get a drink.” Dinah pulled me out of the crowed of dancing people toward the bar. We settled ourselves down on the bar stools and asked for a drink.

“So, how are you and Brooklyn?”

I raised an eyebrow and took a sip of my soda. “Dinah, you know Brooklyn and I aren’t a thing, right?”

Dinah just shrugged. “I don’t care, I ship you two and I know once you’ll be the item. Now, tell me.”

“He’s still with Jordan.” I rolled my eyes indifferently and looked at my nails, bored.

“Seriously,” Dinah mumbled.

“Can everyone be silent for a moment?” the DJ spoke through a microphone. I looked at Dinah and she shrugged again. “Brooklyn Beckham, come here, please.” Brooklyn stepped on the podium and everybody instantly began clapping and cheering. “Let’s sing him a nice birthday song, guys!” Everybody began singing ‘Happy Birthday, Brooklyn’ to him and Brooklyn just looked around with a listless smile on his face.

“What’s wrong with him?” Dinah yelled in my ear.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Brooklyn stepped off the podium after thanking everybody for the great night and gifts and I lost him out of my sight. Dinah and I continued our conversation and nothing special happened.


“There you are!” Two strong arms were wrapped around my waist and a kiss was pressed against my cheek.

I was surprised by the gesture and turned around. I could already guess who it was by the look on Dinah’s face.

“Hey,” I chuckled, still confused by Brooklyn’s action. “Still enjoying the party?”

He shrugged his shoulders somewhat sheepishly. “Yeah, kinda.”

“What do you mean, ‘kinda’.”

“I broke up with Jordan,” he spoke in my ear. He had to raise his voice to make himself more audible for me to hear, though he was still inaudible for Dinah.

He shrugged sheepishly. “Yeah, kinda.”

“What, why?” I asked, surprised again. Though I didn’t like Jordan, I adjudged him all the luck in the world and if he thought Jordan could give him that luck, I supported him.

He shrugged again. “I just don’t love her,” he answered lightly, “I don’t think I ever did.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “Wow, that’s kinda random, but okay. What makes you think that?”

“You,” Brooklyn grinned. I raised my eyebrows again, but before I could say anything he had his lips pressed against mine.

“Brooklyn,” I said, surprised again. I looked next to me and saw Dinah grinning surprisingly.

‘Told ya so,’ mimed the girl.

I rolled my eyes at her and established myself back to Brooklyn.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” He looked at me, kinda unsure.

“Isn’t this somewhat early? You just broke up with Jordan,” I answered.

He shut his eyes down. “Yeah, I guess so.” He wanted to turn around but I pulled him back on his arm.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to be your girlfriend, but I just think that it’s a little too early for that. You just broke up with your ex.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He turned around again and walked away. I jumped off the bar stool and pulled him toward me again, this time to press my lips against his.

“Yes,” I grinned. Brooklyn looked at me with a confused expression on his face. “Yes, I want to be your girlfriend.”

A big smirk appeared on his face and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Finally.“


Hmm, what do you think?


“Hi! I own “you can have your cake & eat it too” bakery, I was wondering if ….- Oh…” Ava trailed off when she noted the man abruptly turn around and leave while she moved the tray of sweets towards him. The brunette furrowed, glancing down at the pastries she’d made the night before. They were samples she gave out on Fridays in hopes that she could advertise her bakery. Though, she was quickly figuring out that Lanford wasn’t always the nicest town. With a sigh, she closed the lid just in time for someone else to pass by. “Hello! I’m Ava and I own the bakery just down the road, I was hoping you’d try one of our pastries! I have different assortments, as well as Vegan ones. They’re all peanut free as well. Would you like to try one?” 

Carrots. Why did we have to be planting carrots? Uuuuuuuuggghhhhhh.

The guy who came to buy them made the whole thing even WORSE. I think he creeped Prompto out. Look at his poor face.  (๑’Δ’๑)

(When…when the heck did Gentiana show up? SHE WASN’T THERE. Ugh, Prompto was just asking me about her. Creepy.)

I’m stealing Spec’s phone FOR REVENGE. !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ …Maybe I’ll make Prompto help answer some of this stuff. He’s got A LOT. and then he’ll stop being mad at me

The Unexpected Arrival: Part Seven

The Unexpected Arrival: Part Seven

This story was inspired by Acid/C2ndy2c1d ( and her undying loyalty for one of my favorite cartoons, Courage the Cowardly Dog. And since she’s shown so many wonderful drawings to help sate my cravings, I thought I would write something in exchange.

This particular scenario is inspired by her awesome comic:

Rating: K (for Katz~)

Summary: After Muriel and Eustace’s passing, the Middle of Nowhere finally seems too empty for Courage. But some familiar, frightening faces will soon change all of that.

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anonymous asked:

KYLO REN MAKING REY LAUGH, actually laugh. I never knew I needed it but now I am in need. He makes a snarky comment about a 3rd party or something and she giggles. The smug look on his face IMAGINE.

IKR?!? I’m loving the idea. And then her laughter fades and she just sort of looks at him in wonder, and they have this moment… UGH YAS GIMME IT.