a boy like you looks to the sky at the stars and planets passing by if the boy’s like me, he’ll want to fly into the stratosphere and as we both rise into those skies, your future will appear that’s why I’ve brought you to see the view from here
I’m pissed that it’s cancelled and if you are
too this is for you. I’ve made a list of my favourite sv fanfiction to
commemorate the end to this beautiful show. find my other pages here and if you know who wrote any of these please
let me know so I can give credit
Are We Dating? (by @mrriggerworld): juphelia - this is the cutest thing, the narration is
really well done, everyone is beautifully in character, it’s all cute and good
and it’s all fanastic, I love this so much
i found it in the wreckage:juphelia - this is short but truly wonderful, ophelia
is beautiful and her emotions are cute and everything is amazing
Ok so these photos are not in any particular order but they made me so upset.
I recently got into kpop a little over a year ago and living in America and not be able to fully understand Korean has made it hard. However I still appreciate all the work these idols put in. No language barrier can hinder me from seeing that. So seeing this post is wicked offense to not just BTS but kpop in general.
If I’m correct (and please correct me if I’m wrong) but Jungkook is a fan of Charlie (somewhat) this cover was amazing and in my opinion better than the original.
Just because you do not know of an artist, band, or even an entire genre of music does not make it below you or the music you listen too. If Charlie the man that wrote and performs this song can give Jungkook credit on a great cover than everyone should.
Another thing, this girl also tweeted serval things about how they are not universally famous because they don’t play on the American radio stations and are from Korea. Like how does that make a difference. Last week in New York they played Blood Sweat and Tears sooooo idk
She then goes in to say how you shouldn’t be proud of awards BTS have won because the award shows they go to are not as popular as the Grammys for example.
Charlie Puth has won 8 awards from numerous awards shows in his career. Meanwhile bts has won over 53, and both artists have been around for the same amount of time.
I’m not knocking Charlie or anything I’m just saying if you gonna try to come at a group and say they are not as talented or unimportant because the awards the win “don’t count” check yourself.
Because in the end you look like the idiot and BTS stay winning
“I’m so so so sorry, Archie. I can’t do this anymore.” she glanced up at him. His eyes pleaded for her to stay but he stayed silent, not daring to miss a single second of her as she was.
“Y-You can’t split the twins up. They belong together.” Archie protested as he noticed his girlfriend take a step further away from him. “Amelia needs you. I need you. Hell, I probably wouldn’t be able to cope without you.”
(Y/N) shook her head, ignoring the internal conflict playing through her mind, cradling her daughter for one last time, before she said goodbye to Archie.
“I love you, Archie Andrews. Never forget that. You’re a good father, we’re both so young but you somehow managed us. You take care and take care of Amelia too. Make sure you remind her, her mum loves her.” (Y/N)’s accent was strong and filled with sadness. She didn’t want to leave but she knew it would be the best for her daughters. Her brother stood at the door, watching his sister try her hardest not to break down as she planted a final kiss on Amelia’s head. Aria in his arms, fidgeting around to catch a glimpse of her father, almost as if she knew of the events that were occurring.
“Let me say goodbye to Aria, please (Y/N), its all I ask.”
With a swift nod of her head, she watched as Archie strode over to her brother, tears filling her eyes again.
“Jug, please let me hold her.” Archie pleaded “It might be the last time.”
“Arch, she’ll be back before you know it.”
But he was wrong. She never came back and he never got to hold Aria again.
“Dad, why are you forcing me to do this?” Amelia groaned “You know I hate going to camp.”
“Because Melia, you barely leave the house. Camp is a chance to make friends.” Archie crouched down to be eye level with his daughter.
“I have friends, I have Jess and Charlie.” Amelia protested, causing her father to chuckle at her.
“Why couldn’t mum come with you to drop me off again?” Aria raised her eyebrow at her uncle.
“Because Aria, your mother needs to have this dress made for your auntie Josie’s launch party and shipped off to Riverdale in three days time.”
“You know, you and mum always talk about Riverdale and promise to take me,” Aria spoke as she watched her uncle unpack the car boot. “You both always say, you’ll take me when the time is right, but it seems like the time is never right.”
“Ari, your mum and I grew up in Riverdale and you were born there, but somethings happened and she still has a hard time coping with it.”
“Is it because my dad still lives there?”
“Come on, lets get you to one of the camp counsellors.” Jughead said, glancing down at his niece, not knowing whether (Y/N) would be okay with Aria knowing about her father in detail.
“She talked about him once, you know Uncle Juggy.” Aria noticed her uncle’s change in behaviour. “She told me that she believed he was the one that got away. You know, I think deep down she’ll always love my dad, but whatever he did to cause her to leave her home town must’ve been really bad.”
“Why are you exactly like your mother?” Jughead groaned “You could’ve at least taken after me, the better sibling.”
Aria let out a giggle at her uncle, she loved her uncle to great lengths. She grew up with his presence around. It was her, her mum and her Uncle Jughead. Ever since she could remember. Occasionally, her auntie Josie and auntie Betty would come over from Riverdale and talk about how he was coping. Her two aunties and her uncle were always careful about saying her father’s name around her. She knew she got her vibrant red hair from him. On her fifth birthday, her mother gave her half of a ripped picture of her father. Ever since then, it was her most valued object. On her mother’s birthday that same year, her auntie Veronica gave her mother a locket. Inside was a picture of her father and herself as a baby. Veronica uttered the words ‘so they’ll be right by your heart.’ to her as she put the necklace on (Y/N).
“See you in six weeks Amelia.” Archie smiled at his daughter. “You too, Charlie. Look after her.” He winked at Cheryl Blossom’s son.
“Don’t miss me too much, Ari.” Jughead teased her, nudging her slightly. “Remember to write to me and your mother. Your mother might have a meltdown if you don’t.”
“This is the longest I’ll be away from the both of you, uncle Jughead. I’ll most likely be the one to have a meltdown.”
“Welcome back, Melia!” Counsellor Carlie grinned at the young red head “You too, Charlie. Are you two ever apart?”
Amelia rolled her eyes at Carlie, making Carlie chuckle slightly.
“Hi, I’m Aria.” the girl greeted the people sharing a cabin with her.
“Don’t play with me, Amelia. That accent you have on? It’s terrible!” the unknown girl said, taking Aria by surprise.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“Honestly, Melia, you can stop now.”
“Stop what?” Aria paused for a second before smirking “Wait, who’s Amelia?”
“Give it up Tara, maybe she isn’t playing.” the dark haired girl muttered. “Maybe that isn’t Amelia but some girl who freakily looks identical to her.”
“Okay, if she doesn’t know the answer to this question then I’ll believe her.” Tara grinned, a hint of mischief flashing through her eyes.
“Who’s the cutest boy in Riverdale?”
Aria eye’s opened in shock. “Wait, you guys are from Riverdale?”
“She’s definitely not Amelia. Her hair is long. Plus I was with Amelia, like, two seconds ago.” a voice piped up from the cabin doors. “I’m Jessica, it’s nice to meet you,”
“Oh, I’m Aria, good to meet you, Jessica. So, who’s Amelia?”
So @theamazingmaxwellcarter and I saw this post and starting thinking up an AU where Charlie is cursed to become a beast when she falls in love with someone, and we had a blast
I, LOVE beast Charlie. She starts off as her adorable 5′3 human self and transforms into a 7-foot beast with a massive determination to protect every child and animal in need of her help. It was a child who kissed her cheek and started the curse too, but at that point she wasn’t afraid of becoming a monster anymore
She also grows a white coat in the winter because that’s just plain cool
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 645
A/N: This first chapter is a bit shorter than the rest will be. It’s mostly just setting the stage for the rest of the story. As always, feedback is appreciated!
“Please, Barnes, we need this. You know how successful we were the last time we worked together,” your father pleaded.
Mr. Barnes sighed, running a hand through his silver hair, shaking his head as he sat behind his desk, pouring two glasses of whiskey and passing one to your father. His office was at the top of the most prominent building in New York. The views spanned across the entire city, which was particularly beautiful at this time of day. The sun was just setting, the lights from each building helping to illuminate the skyline. “This is quite different from last time, Charlie. You’re asking for a lot, you know. Your business is going under. We both know that. You’re telling me you’ll go bankrupt in a year, but you want me to take over the business?”
Hey! I was hoping I could have a Sam!Sister request where the Reader helps Charlie hack into Dick’s computer and they both get caught by Dick and Sam gets really worried and protective since the Reader is really shy and anxious and then he and Dean goes and saves them? Charlie and The Reader really hit it off since they both love Hermione Granger and comic con? Lots of angst and fluff?
Sitting in the cabin with both your brothers you started to get anxious, you three had been on the run for a while and it was hard on all or you. But it’s what you guys had to do to stay out of Dick’s radar. Suddenly you hear Sam’s laptop beep, Sam walks over to it.
“Huh, it’s from Frank.”
“Franks still alive? I thought he’d be dead by now.” You say walking over to him,
if you’re reading this, I’m dead… or worse. This e-mail was sent because some prince is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So unless it’s you, you got trouble.” Sam looks up at you and Dean before continuing, “
My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts, where you stored your car..”
“Baby, they know where Baby is.” Dean says giving you guys a scared look,
“Dean we have other things to worry about, like the fact that Dick now knows all of your guy’s information.” Grabbing the computer from Sam you start clicking around on it,
“Really, just take it out of my hands why don’t you,” Sam says throwing a fit,
“Oh calm down, I’m trying to figure out where Frank’s drive is.” You say clicking on some more stuff,
“Really you can do that?” Sam asks you,
“Of course I can big brother, I’m amazing. Ah hah, found it! Oh, Frank’s drive is at Richard Roman Enterprises.”
“Perfect It’s in the middle of the Death Star.” Dean grumbles
Imagine celebrating Galentine’s with Charlie and Dean trying to hang out with you two.
A/N: Barely getting this in before Galentine’s Day is actually over, anyway I hope you like it. :)
“What’s up bitches?”
You heard Charlie from your room as she entered the bunker. You ran out of the room, not even bothering to finish putting your t-shirt on after your shower.
“(Y/N)!” Charlie yelled as you pulled her into a hug.
“What’s up?” you asked eagerly.
“Your nipples,” she said through a laugh. You heard Dean cough to cover up his own laugh and you saw Sam shaking his head.
You quickly put your hands over your chest that only had a sports bra covering it. “What, it’s cold in here.”
“I’ll warm you up, sweetheart,” Dean said as he picked you up from behind and held you to his chest.
“The only help I need from you is for you to put me down,” you said, struggling against your friend.
“That may be the only help you need but not they only help you want,” Dean whispered, flirtatiously. He finally put you down, his hands lingering for a moment.
“Well,” you said clearing your throat, “I’m going to go grab a shirt and then we can get started.”
You walked over to the laundry room that was just off the kitchen and grabbed the first shirt you could get out of the dryer.
“Get started with what?” Sam asked.
“Galentine’s,” Charlie said with her big, cheeky smile.
“What?” Sam asked through a laugh.
“It’s like Valentines but cooler because it’s for best friends and no stupid significant other is involved,” I told him. “Plus I hate Valentines.”
“Wait, why?” Dean asked rather quickly. “I mean, Valentines Day is the best day.” He added to cover up his hurried question.
“First of all Dean, the only reason you like it is because you can go to a bar and get laid by as many sad girls as your heart desires,” you told him. “Secondly, I’ve never liked the day. Why have a single day out of the whole year to celebrate your love for someone, shouldn’t you do that every day? My parent’s never celebrated it and I never have and don’t plan to.”
“Damn,” Charlie said.
You looked from Charlie then to Dean to see the end of some look that he was giving Sam but you couldn’t make it out.
“You ready?” She asked, eager to start our evening.
“Yeah, definitely,” you smiled and she grabbed your arm and dragged you to the tv room.
After the two of you were settled on the couch and started a movie you felt the seat next to you sink in and Dean placed his arm behind you on the cushion.
“So what are we watching?” He asked, his fingertips brushing your shoulder.
“You’re not watching anything,” you told him, trying to ignore his arm as it slowly made its way to being completely around you.
“Oh come on,” Dean said, his hand now gripping your shoulder.
“No, go away,” you said with a playful shove.
“Fine,” He pushed himself up off the couch and left the room.
“He likes you,” Charlie told you as she leaned in closer.
“No, he doesn’t,” you replied, shaking your head.
“(Y/N) and Dean, sittin’ in a tree,” She loudly sang.
“Shut up,” you told her, your cheeks tinted red.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, “you like him too!”
“Come on, admit it,” She said, nudging your shoulder.
“Admit what?” Dean asked as he entered the room again.
“Oh just–“ Charlie started but you gave her a glare. “Nothing.”
“Okay, well I brought some popcorn does that mean I can stay?” He asked, his face holding a childish grin.
“Of course that means you can stay,” Charlie said as she took the popcorn.
“It’s GALentines not GUYentines,” you told the both of them.
“Oh come one,” Charlie flashed her smile, “Dean is one of my best gal friends.”
“Hey, whatever will get me in,” he said with a wink.
Dean took his place next to you and wrapped his arm around you once again. You slowly leaned into him hoping he wouldn’t notice. All of the sudden Dean moved to get comfortable and pulled you all the way into him. Charlie gave you an ‘I told you so’ look and you just ducked your head to hide your blush.
As the night went on you felt your eyes grow heavy and you sucumbed to a light sleep, still leaning against Dean. At some point, you heard Charlie say she was going to bed but you were too tired to acknowledge.
“(Y/N), come on, let’s get you to bed,” Dean said as he slowly moved you to wake you up.
All you did was groan in response and buried your head deeper into his chest.
You felt as Dean’s warmth moved away from you then as he carefully picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he cradled your body into his.
Dean gently placed you on your bed and covered you with the blankets. As his hands were moving away you reached out and grabbed them, “Stay.”
“Are you sure?” Dean asked.
You nodded and moved over, lifting the covers as an invitation. He got into the bed and you moved so you were closer to him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you heard Dean whisper before you drifted off.
BIRTHDAY MEAGAN!! (I know, it’s not quite midnight yet for you, but it is for me so it totally counts!!!!) You’re the reason for this whole universe in the
first place and you’re the reason I continue to cry every day about it,
so I hope you enjoy this fifth installment!! <3 (and everyone go wish my dearest friend @swans-and-pirates a very happy birthday!)
It’s a rarity in the Jones house for there to be a morning
of complete silence. Typically, there are two small bodies bouncing on her,
begging her to get up. Or, her second favorite way to be awoken- yelling in her
face about Daddy being gone.
Emma narrows her eyes at the sight of her alarm clock
She turns onto her side, facing Killian’s side of the bed.
He’s still sound asleep. He got in late and she picked him up from the airport,
so he’s probably exhausted and catching up on some well deserved rest. With a
small smile, she watches his chest rise and fall gently.