what are we gonna do

Ahhhh!! Last show until a month hiatus! Bellarke Fam how will we power though??? What do you think is gonna happen tonight?

Anyway, have a Snapchat selfie from yesterday lol 😙

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  • viktor: i bought us matching silver rings yuuri!!
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  • viktor: i melted down the pole you danced on during the banquet and made them
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Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: I’m sorry. This is angsty & will probably bum you out…but I’m using it to set up for a fic I’ve been really wanting to write which results in happiness! Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Check the tags, angst

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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A Ghost at the Back of Your Closet 

In which Framework!Fitz is confused about her motivations, and Jemma is trying, really, she is, but her body is still operating like it thinks he’s the enemy.

2352 words 

cw for a mention of childhood abuse, and discussion of the attack in 4x15 

read on AO3 

“I need a shower,” Daisy groans out, rubbing her hands down her face. She flops back on the seedy motel bed, eyes pointed toward the white, popcorn ceiling in a withering stare. “Why do I even need a shower? We’re in the fucking Matrix, none of this is real. Yet still, I smell. It’s completely unfair.”

Jemma sits at the foot of the bed, inspecting the map they’ve drawn on the wall (it’s not like it’ll matter, once they shut the framework down. What’s a little destruction of private property in the grade scheme of things?). Each of the team’s locations are marked with pushpins, along with lists of all the information they’ve managed to gather on them. It’s not enough, Jemma knows. They need more.

“You do smell a little.”

Hey,” Daisy whines.

Jemma turns back to her, blinking innocently. “What? I said ‘a little’.”

“Whatever.” Daisy pushes off the bed, walks backwards toward the bathroom. She raises an eyebrow at Fitz, who’s sitting on the other bed. “You two gonna be okay without adult supervision for a little while?”

Jemma freezes. She and Fitz, this Fitz—Leo, he’s called here, though she refuses to call him that, even in her head—haven’t been alone together since they finally managed to convince him to come along. She knows what Daisy’s implying, and Jemma wishes she wouldn’t. She’s more than a little uncomfortable with the idea. This isn’t Fitz. Her Fitz. That’s what she tells herself is the problem, anyway.

“Yeah- uh- yeah, we’ll be fine,” Fitz says when she doesn’t speak, when it’s gotten just a little uncomfortable.

Daisy eyes them both, then holds up her hands, retreating to the bathroom.

Jemma doesn’t turn around to look at him. She knows what she’ll see. He’ll be sitting there, looking so much like Fitz but so not, so, so out of place in his posh suit and scarf. Looking like a person who would never set foot in a motel of all places, which he’d voiced when they’d arrived. He’s close, but he’s not Fitz. So she doesn’t look.

Plus, he might be looking back at her. She doesn’t know exactly why, but that’s the last thing she wants.

So she just focuses on the work in front of her. Not that she’ll figure out anything new just by staring at the same slips of paper they have been for the last two days, but still. The effort matters.

He waits until the water is running in the shower before he speaks. His presence alone is stifling, but his voice is something even more jarring.

“Why do you want me back?” he asks, and of all things it’s not what she expected. It confuses her enough that she looks back at him. He’s watching her carefully, thoughtfully, not really looking at her eyes but lower on her face, and it’s so Fitz-like that she wants to cry.


“I- He- obviously wasn’t very good to you. Why do you even want him back?”

Her eyebrows draw together, mouth popping open in confusion. “Where are you getting that? Fitz is never anything but good to me.”

“You flinch.”

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lock yourself out // a chapter fourteen sneak peek

“As you can probably tell Harry and I aren’t together anymore which is, surprisingly, not entirely your fault. Maybe there’s still hope for the both of you,” Paulie said bitterly.

“How much of our conversation have you heard, exactly?” Sandra inquired and Paulie thought she could make out the hint of a smile on Sandra’s lips. Given the situation, that seemed pretty low. Even for her standards.

“I think I’ve heard enough. I’m gonna go,” Paulie said and held her coat to her chest. “Bye.”

catch up here!

Lams (modern)

Here we have some lams headcanons

  • They met at a rally where Alex accidentally broke John’s nose.
  • They became best friends after.
  • Definitely a lot of pining.
  • And then they hook up.
  • And ignore each other.
  • And then they hook up again.
  • Herc and Laf had to force the to have The Talk
  • And woo now they’re dating.
  • They give each other a lot of flowers all the time.
  • Laurens is 100% protective of Hamilton.
  • Even though both are the Public Confrontation type
  • “Ew, gays.” “LISTEN HERE M’AM…”
  • All their dates are messy and cheap. Because they’re broke.
  • “What are we gonna do for date night?” “Let’s go to the playground and sit on the swings while eating ice cream.”
  • When they’re older and have high paying jobs they do more expensive stuff.
  • Like museums and candle lit dinners.
  • They try to cook for each other and most of all they cook together.
  • Just cooking and baking is a big part of their relationship.
  • Their relationship is built on communication and trust.
  • This is because they had a huge fight.
  • Basically Alex got scared because he was falling in love and you know trust issues and all that; so he started to ignore John. Naturally John got upset and cue fight.
  • Now they’re good though.
  • Their wedding was small and their wedding colors were mint green and yellow.
  • Henry led John down the aisle and GWash led Alex down.
  • After GWash and Henry were crying about how their boys are grown up and all that.
  • You can hear Alex screeching “wE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR 5 YEARS!!!” in the background.
  • They have 3 kids. Phillip, William and Frances.
  • Phillip is exactly like Alex.
  • William is a mix of them both.
  • Frances is more quiet but very savage.
  • They live a domestic happy life.
  • Even though they were hot messes during their teens.
  • Monthly dinners with their friends.
  • Laf makes the food. Because as we’ve established he’s extra about food.
  • John and Alex have an accidental but complicated nighttime routine.
  • They live a long happy life.

Mike is definitely a daydreamer in class, especially during history. Every margin and little blank space of his notebooks are filled with amateur yet intricate doodles of wizards, scientific gadgets, and a variety of mythical creatures. Mike is drawn out of his thoughts as a sharp voice proclaims, “Michael Wheeler, would you like to tell us what Lincoln’s accomplishments were as president? Or, would you prefer to share those drawings of yours with the class?” Mike feels himself go pale as a sheet and then redder than the brim of Dustin’s hat. He stammers for a moment, but he isn’t fast enough: his history teacher already has snatched the notebook off of his desk. “Michael, what is the meaning of these nonsense drawings? There are more waffles here than class notes!” His classmates erupt in laughter. Mike would almost rather have been eaten by the demogorgon in that moment. His teacher drops the notebook sharply upon Mike’s desk and continues droning on with the lecture (but not before muttering, “Perhaps you’d earn better grades if you paid attention in class rather than daydreaming about that girl in your drawings.”) Mike definitely is not paying attention for the rest of that class—instead, he’s trying to figure out when his doodles unconsciously shifted from wizards defeating dragons to a certain short-haired young girl defeating bad guys and monsters (surrounded by waffles) 


ok yikes i made these the other day and i wish i drew them better but i still love them so LMFAO WHILE my bestie and I are chatting I wanted to see if anyone had some Klance or just Lance or Keith ideas or requests??

I wanna start drawing the two more and I really need practice (the sketches above are my first real attempt at themkelrej) but im not really sure what to do with them?? We’re gonna try and throw some HCs around but i’d love to hear from you guys! Just message me in my ask box or reply if it lets you??

Dear harmos,

Please don’t ruin this for Mani by saying insane things and alienating her fanbase from the others. She needs all the support she can get and it needs to come by way of her dancing prowess and overall presence on the show. You can be supportive of Normani without demeaning other people’s favorites okay?



Me, retired to a cottage in Sussex, writing my memoirs of this day: 

Darcy had at that time deserted me for her work, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.