This was a moment I will remain wholeheartedly grateful for, and I cannot fathom that Taylor has taken the time to read my words, including that I was proud of her, always. I cannot even begin to explain how grateful I am for her.
Vulnerable!Ginny Baker and Emotional!Ginny Baker are so damn important… Like wow. A 23 year old Black woman playing major league baseball with the weight of the world on her shoulders gets to have emotions too??? Wow.
She gets to hold things in. She gets to be strong as hell. She gets to be angry. She gets to break down and cry. She gets to feel weak. She gets an episode ALL ABOUT HER MENTAL HEALTH. I REPEAT. THEY ADDRESSED HER MENTAL HEALTH!
I AM FLOORED. YES, PITCH. YOU’RE DOING A GREAT JOB.
Ginny Baker makes me so damn happy. And when she’s hurt, my heart breaks for her. I just really love Ginny Baker and I’m glad that the writers are exploring all of her emotions. Take care of my child, writers. <3
A/n: Let me just quickly say, i loved this prompt because I am a plus sized woman. And reading fanfiction (smut or fluff) always leaves me thinking, “Wow, i automatically imagined myself thin.” And that can sometimes leave me with insecurities. Especially if it’s a story about wearing a celeb’s clothing, cause i’m like “Well, that wouldn’t happen for me…” And that’s so silly! Is it a fact that i wouldn’t be able to fit into, let’s say, RDJ’s t-shirt? Probably, but that shouldn’t leave me feeling insecure, because there are a million other ways to be sexy and beautiful and confident! So, I want to take this moment to say something to the young men and women who are plus sized and might be feeling insecure:
You are every bit as beautiful and sexy as people like Chris Hemsworth and Scarlett Johansson. Don’t ever think that you can’t be sexy because of your size. That’s a damn lie. And the only reason you should be losing weight is for one of the following reasons: your health is at risk or YOU want to slim down. Don’t ever try to fit into society’s beauty standards, because even celebrities don’t fit those standards. They have photoshop and makeup artists working on them 24/7 in all their movies and photo shoots. You are beautiful and sexy and wonderful, and don’t ever let anyone try to tell you otherwise.
Ok, now that that’s done. Please enjoy the story :)
walked into the Avengers compound and dropped his keys on the table beside the
door. He heard soft music playing somewhere in the house. It was obviously your
music because it wasn’t his rock play list, or Banner’s opera, or Rogers’ jazz.
one home!” he shouted. No one answered. He
decided to follow the music and see if he could find you. He followed the song
all the way to the kitchen. As he got closer, he recognized the song as one of
your favorite “sexy times” songs.
You know our love would be tragic (oh, yeah)
So you don’t pay it, don’t pay it no mind,
We live with no lies
You’re my favorite kind of night
He called again, but you didn’t answer.
he got closer to the kitchen, he smelled something burning. It almost smelled
like a mixture of burned beans and over boiled pasta. What on earth compelled
you to create a dinner using those ingredients, Tony didn’t know. When he finally
reached the kitchen, he was slightly shocked to see that you weren’t there. He’d
fully expected to walk in and see you swaying your hips to The Weeknd while you
attempted to salvage whatever concoction you’d created.
scan the compound. Who’s here?” Tony demanded.
only detecting two heat signatures, sir. Yours, and Ms. Y/l/n.” The AI’s voice
This was supposed to be for Halloween (HA!) Look how in time I am! :) My first ever attempt at horror. I hate horror, why did I think this was a good idea? I’m not sure just how scary this is gonna be, so be warned! Also: WHOO MY LONGEST STORY YET!! (As in holy shit this is long, keep that in mind before clicking “keep reading”)
Usually Magnus loved getting repeat customers. It meant that they liked his methods and trusted him. But looking at the dark haired woman before him, Magnus couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t shown up again. Later he couldn’t believe how right and wrong he was about that. She did bring him together with Alexander. But all of his boyfriends seemed to get into dangerous situations. After all this Magnus only knew one thing for certain: he absolutely HATED working with ghosts.
headcanon absolutely accepted (thanks to this wonderful yet horrible post by fergus80) that bumbling bunny killian thought henry was his son
and he was like, wow this gorgeous woman loves me (well the better me, the brave me) and we have a kid i taught to sail and we have adventures, so it doesn’t matter if i die here and now because they’ll get to go back to him
and never of course realized that emma loved him as he was then, a bumbling nervous rum-allergic dork, and that seeing him die, not just her means back to an end, was the worst thing that had ever happened to her
I am just finishing watching Batman v Superman with my mom. She’s seeing it for the first time and LOVES it! She understood all the nuances without background or comic info (I am secretly so proud of her).
Her most relevant scenes (with her comments):
‘Oh cute … tulips, I love tulips … oh wow’
‘She knows what’s up. Women are smart like that.’ *contemplative silence* ‘is that really Holly Hunter though … well we all age’
‘oh she’s going to rip him apart’ … ‘Love that dress though, if I lost 20 pounds maybe?’
She really loved Lex. ‘All that talking. Just throw him off the building!!!’
‘Urgh boys’ … ‘Talk?!?!?!’ … ‘TALK BOYS’ … ‘I hope I taught you and your sister better than that’
And I still love you more each and every single day. And thank you, thank you for going down on that one knee, with a ring in your pocket, so nervous I thought you were going to hurl, and thank you for asking me to be your wife. Thank you for letting yourself be my husband.
Thank you for making me the happiest, most soppiest, most blessed, most loved and most in love woman in the world.
And although you don’t have a Tumblr (still working on that you guys!) I wanted to do a shout out to you on here anyway.
Hubby, my love, my dear… thank you for being married to me for the past three years. And I hope, there will be many more years to come for the both of us.