ugh that scene with the pens


I was told in no uncertain terms that the Abbey wasn’t where I was meant to end up. It’s just a step along a path. You know, god allegedly has bigger plans for me.
Something tells me you don’t entirely believe that.
I suspect that’s because I don’t.
Well, maybe they’re right. I mean, just think, if you hadn’t got fired we wouldn’t have met.

Richard Madden Request

Can you make a Richard Madden imagine please? How they met, their first date and how he asked her to become his wife and their wedding please if you can 😊

Hey just have too say that I loved your Richard madden imagine ! Could you please do another one that’s just super cute and fluffy:)

You sat with your best friend, Lily James, as she got changed out of her rehearsal clothes. Lily was currently getting ready for her role in Romeo and Juliet. Rehearsals for the day had ended and you met her on set to go out for lunch and shopping.

“So, where do you want to go for lunch?”

“I was thinking about,” she stopped as a knock came from her dressing room’s door. “Come in,” she hollard. A man opened the door and she smiled, “Oh, hi, Richard! Richard, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, Richard.” You fought off a blush as the attractive man smiled.

“Um,” he shook his head a little and forced his eyes away from you to Lily, “I was going to ask you a question about the scene tomorrow but, ugh, I see you’re busy.”

“Lily,” the costume manager appeared, “can we get you real quick before you leave to try on a piece for the show?”

“You mind waiting a couple minutes,” Lily asked you.

“Not at all.” She left leaving you with Richard. He stood awkwardly by the chair. “Are you usually this quiet,” you finally asked?

“No,” he chuckled. “If I’m being honest I was trying to figure out what to say to you and how to ask you out.”

“Well, when you think of something good to say,” you took a pen and piece of paper from Lily’s desk, “give me a call.”

“Ready to go Y/N,” Lily appeared in the door?

“Yep,” you grabbed your bag and walked towards the car. “I’ll talk to you later, Richard.”


He called you later that night and asked you out for that Friday night. He picked you up and took you to a hole in the wall burger place. His cute smile kept you company all night and when the date came to an end you both didn’t want to leave….so the date didn’t end. The two of you stayed out until 7 the next day, walking around, talking, and doing whatever looked fun along the way.

3 years later you two were still together and every day together felt like your first date together. “Babe,” Richard had just gotten home from a day of filming, “let’s go out tonight.”

“Ok,” you laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise.” Twenty minutes later you two were in the car and you were trying to guess where you were going. After about a forty five drive Richard stopped and parked outside a little bookstore.

“A bookstore,” you exclaimed hopping out of the car. “This might be the cutest date you’ve ever taken me on.” He grabbed your hand and walked inside with you.

Richards casually browsed the books as he watched you intentionally look at the hundreds of book titles in each row. He followed as you made your way through the rows and rows of books. You two were in the right row now and Richard browsed the shelves for the white book by R. Madden. He found it on the shelf and pulled it out. “Look at this one,” he walked over to you and handed the the book.

“Let’s Grow Old Together,” you read the title of the white book not noticing the name listed as the author. You opened the first page and were shocked when you saw the first picture you and Richard had taken together. “Our first picture together on our second date,” was written beneath it. With each page you flipped another picture of you and Richard appeared. You reached the final page and it was a picture of a ring in a box that read, “Will you marry me,” at the bottom. Tears were already filling your eyes and when you looked up you saw Richard down on one knee with the ring in his hand.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the love of my life and I can’t imagine spending one day without you. Make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife.”

“Yes, yes! Of course!”


“It is my pleasure to announce, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Madden.” Your guests clapped and cheered as you and your new husband entered the reception hall. “And now, their first dance.”

The light melody started to play and you wrapped your arms around Richard’s neck. “How’s it feel to be Mrs. Madden?”

You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “Perfect.”

anonymous asked:

56 + 76 with Sodapop (tysm! 💙)

It was a hot summer day in Tulsa, Oklahoma and Sodapop Curtis was working the DX all alone. Steve was spending the day with his girlfriend, Evie, and though he’d never admit it, Soda envied their relationship. He thought he was over her and moved on, but summer always reminded him of Sandy. The long days of laughter and goofing off and short nights of endless fun were all Soda could think about as he doodled on a yellow legal pad, just waiting for a costumer. Everyone in their right mind was on vacation for the holiday weekend so the rich side of town was nearly deserted. 

The fan across the room was blowing, moving side to side. Every time the artificial breeze passed Soda, hair got into his eyes. Too lazy to get up and fix the fan, he kept brushing his bangs out of his face with the pen. The legal pad in his lap was littered with Sandy’s name, as well as a quaint little beach where Ponyboy and Johnny were building sand castles, Two-Bit and Dallas were trying to kill the seagulls, Soda and Steve were attempting to drown each other in the ocean and Darry was a distance away, relaxing in the sun. Though it was only stick figures next to wavy lines, the scene was vivid in the middle child’s mind.  

“Ugh,” he groaned, the boredom getting to him. He threw the legal pad across the small room, knocking over an empty can of soda from earlier. Despite his name, Sodapop didn’t even like the carbonated beverage all that much. Like his buddy Two-Bit, he preferred iced tea and beer. He never really liked the fizziness anyway, and could never get the bubbles out. “Dammit,” he swore under his breath as a girl opened the door to come in.

“I can come back later…” She pointed with her thumb to the outside behind her, thinking Soda was frustrated by her.

“Oh no! You’re fine. I’m sorry.” He didn’t mean to offend the girl.

“I dropped a…” He realized it didn’t matter. “What’s up? How can I help you?” The girl seemed familiar but he didn’t know how.

“My check engine light is on.” She pointed to her car. It was a beautiful Chevrolet. Soda’s eyes shined as he looked at the car; he wanted to take it around for a spin. He had seen a lot of cars in his day but that one took the cake. “Earth to Soda. Come in, Soda.”

The blond shook his head. “Sorry,” he grinned at her, slightly embarrassed. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, I know.” The brunette smiled and nodded. “It’s my dad’s car.”

Soda thought of his script that he had to follow when speaking to costumers. “Can I get your name?” He stepped over to the filing cabinets, looking to see if she’d been there before.

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me.“ She said. “I’m Abby, we were in the same math class." 

“Abby!” That’s how he knew her. Abby Miller. They always teamed up on projects because she was smart and she liked Soda. He thought she was cute, but there was never a spark. “How are you?”

“I’ve been good. I’d be better if my dad’s car was fixed.”

“Damn, okay.” Soda flipped through the files to find her father’s name. He pulled out the documents and tried to find the one containing her father’s information.

“How’ve you been?”

“Working hard. I think the Fourth of July is the only slow time of the year. Everyone’s on vacation.”

“I’m not.”

“I could tell.” Soda cracked another smile, being cheeky with his long time friend. “How have you been?”

“Working hard. School’s a pain in the ass but at least it’s summer." 

“Gotta summer job?" 

“Yeah. I’m a waitress over at Jay’s. You should come over sometime and visit me.”

Are you flirting with me?” Sodapop asked as he finished filing out the blank form. 

“Maybe.“ Abby smiled, biting her tongue. Soda rolled his eyes. Every girl who walked into the DX came mostly to flirt with him. "What? Can you blame me? You’re one hell of a guy.”

"Steve’s more like Satan, if anything.” He joked and the two went out to examine the car. Soda fixed it up, no problem. When he printed the receipt, he wrote his number on the back along with his usual hours at the DX. Abby Miller, he thought to himself as he watched her drive away, waving goodbye. Okay so maybe there was a spark. 

anonymous asked:

My favorite Nalu moment was on Tenrou Island when Natsu and Lucy teamed up to fight Kain. When Happy said, "This reminds me of our first adventure in Hargeon!" it hit me for the first time how much Natsu and Lucy had grown together since the beginning of the show. They became beloved characters to me over time, but I had never really thought about it until then. I also loved both the silliness of the fight, along with the ~angst~ at the end of it when Lucy said she wanted to stay with Natsu.

Yes! Thanks anon!!! ⭐️💗❤️🔥 I love that moment too! (Let’s be honest I love all NaLu moments) I forgot about it tbh, but when I read this I immediately lunged for a pen. Inspiration hit big time. 🙌🏼Thanks sooooo much! Ugh! I wish I had my laptop now so I could write up the scene that’s playing in my head now.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I have a problem I need help with. I have a few story ideas. I have a good idea of where I want to go with it and have made what I call a "story timeline". My problem is that I just can't start writing. I end up staring at the paper for hours. I tried using my laptop instead and had the same problem. How do I begin? Is this a form of writer's block? Please help me >.<

Ugh I so feel you there, the Blank Page Blues is a common problem, so you’re not alone! You have to find a way to get over that Blank Page. Free flow writing exercises might work, but if you have a story idea going in, you want to be more specific.

  • Fill up the page. Slap on your outline, scene goals, or just write ‘fuck you this is getting done.’ Do whatever it takes to get the words flowing.
  • Try Other Formats. Can’t type? Break out a notebook and pen. Doodle, slap sticky notes of goals, change locations, try to shake up your routine in any way you can. I work on my world-building notes when I can’t scene, my research notes when I can’t do that. Don’t have anything to research? Find something to research, even if it’s for other ideas. The main point is to keep writing.
  • Try Writing Tools. We have an extensive tag that might help!

Kick that blank page’s ass. You know you can do this and you can’t let it stop you.

Scandal Review: State of The Union, Episode 402

What I Hated

Jake - With Olivia

Jake on his own

Jake with anybody else on the show

My hate for Jake knows no bounds. Once again, Shonda is torturing us with this coupling. I have to tell you, if I believed for even a moment that Jake and Liv were end game, I would stop watching this show asap. Every time he’s on my screen, I get irrationally angry. I seriously can’t ever remember hating a character this much. I’d rather have ten Mellies than one of him, that’s how much I hate the character. But I guess I’m going to have to grin and bear it until Shonda decides to break them up.

I’m glad that Olivia has taken up his offer and is treating him like a booty call, (Booty-Call? Seriously, didn’t that term go out with the dinosaurs?) but it’s damn  hard on the eyes. Bleurgh.

Anyway, yes, Jake. I hate him with the passion of a thousand burning suns. Death to Jake forever and ever Amen. Especially for this violent move, here:

This will no doubt be unpopular, but the other thing I hated was being made privy to Mellie’s grieving for the second episode in a row.

I am not here for it. Nobody else on this show gets to grieve for more than one episode at a time. OPA buried Harrison last week, and now they’re over it. Cyrus had one breakdown and he soldiered on. Olivia’s mother killed the son of the man she loves (she thinks), yet she’s just had to suck it up. I’m so freaking tired of Mellie’s white woman pain. If every other character was allowed to grieve like Mellie, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but they aren’t and as Mellie is hardly my favorite character, I only have so much sympathy that I’m willing to extend to her, before I’m officially over her BS. I had enough Woe-Is-Me Mellie in the season that I’m pretending never happened. 

What I Loved

You’ll notice that my list of what I hated was pretty short this week, and that’s because the episode as a whole was really good. In fact, I loved it. Sans Jake and Mellie’s White Woman Pain of course.

The case of the week

It was hella good, and I was really interested in the Elliotts and their effed up marriage. I want to believe that there was a moral to the story, but I’m not quite that trusting yet.

Olivia - She was badass again this episode. She managed to use reverse psychology on the Elliotts by offering them divorce as an option, and I liked it.

Cyrus and his self-made loneliness.

He deserves every horrible thing that the male whore is going to do with him. I suspect however that since it was revealed that Lizzie Bear is setting him up, the male hooker will probably end up falling for him for real.

Cyrus’ faith in Olivia was great to see. One day I might be back on Team Cylivia, but I need him to stop being such a bastard to her all the time.

Abby reading Mellie like a book. I’m here all day for anybody who reads Mellie Grant, and that includes when she’s mourning for the son that she didn’t seem to like before her character was retconned to death.

Fitz’s State of The Union Speech.

Brilliantly delivered, Tony Goldwyn did a great job conveying Fitz’s grief, and I loved that Fitz used that platform to talk about gun violence. (I could practically hear Shonda talking though).  Fitz’s character would have benefited from him doing more presidential stuff on the show, but I fear it’s too little too late as far as the wider audience are concerned. I see what Shonda and Co are trying to do with Fitz now, but it’s easier to get people to change their minds about asshole characters than whiny ones, and unfortunately for Fitz, the writers did a bang-up job of making him look weak, whiny, and a bitchass, against Mellie’s silent strength. Blurgh. I love how patient he’s been through Mellie’s grief. He’s been very supportive, and I’m here for that. I have noticed though that as per usual, his grief and his pain is entirely ignored by certain fans as well as the Mellie Loving Media.

I also liked David Rosen trying to Olivia Pope his problem in order to secure the AG job. He’s well and truly thrown the white hat in the dumpster now. He’s embraced the dark side, and that’s way more interesting than anything he’s done so far.

The Olivia and Fitz scene. 

I will always love their dynamic, no matter how much the writers try to tell me that they don’t belong together. The main reason that I’m still watching the show is because of them, even though I don’t want them together again until Fitz gets a divorce. Having said that, I still love their moments together, especially when they have a somewhat normal conversation without them screaming at each other, or sucking each other’s face off. The writers have wrecked them too much for me to ever enjoy their sexual interactions again while Fitz is still married. That ship has sailed, and the writers were the ones who sunk it.

I did love how Olivia helped him with his SOTU speech though. I like what the writers are doing with them now, their interaction is way more low-key, and I think that’s absolutely the best way to play them. Especially when so many viewers now seemingly want Fitz and Mellie to become a real couple again.

I saw the usual Tumblr people who swear that they’ll never watch the show again griping about Olivia seemingly being angry at Fitz because she expected Fitz to be pining after her, ugh.

I never read that scene in that way at all. Olivia is all facade, trying to pretend that she’s not affected by him. I also sensed weariness, and guilt for both leaving him when he probably most needed her, and because her mother killed his son. If I was Olivia, I’d never forget that for even one moment, and it would weigh on my mind constantly.

Anyway, two episodes aired, and I really liked them both. How great is that? I’m fully expecting the Olivia Hating Writers to have their turn, so I’m bracing myself for Zahir McGhee’s turn to pen an episode that strips Olivia of all dignity and power. It wont be pretty.

Here are some bonus Claire and Jamie gifs to make us all feel better!

Surfbort. Lol.

anonymous asked:

hmmmm what if you wrote a follow up to your sickfic where sebby gets sick and still shows up to work but joseph catches him vomiting in the bathroom between looking at case files and takes him home to take care of him? <3

Hey there Anon! I really wanted to do this one because I admit it- I am 100% weak to sickfic and h/c. It is Super Effective against my soul.

I hope you like it! I’m trying to make sure I can do something for all the requests I’ve gotten.

Anycase, MOAR sickfic, this time featuring Seb being a sick, stubborn jerk.

Take Me Home Tonight


Warnings for: Vomit, Depictions of Vomiting/Illness


Joseph’s voice had come more quiet and uncertain than he would have liked; he’d been going for stern. Sebastian looked genuinely infuriated for a moment and Joseph flinched. He really should have braced himself for the worst, after all.

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