I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
today’s date is the 3rd? what’s next, the 4th? the 5th? the minor fall, the major lift?
A Google Story popped up and each slide had a different way to say "Grace and Frankie".
when molly came up to heaven she was greeted by a beautiful red head who at first she thought was ginny but then realised her daughter was very much alive and that’s when it clicked. the woman standing in front of her smiling warmly was no other than lily potter. she walked towards the red head and lily embraced molly in such a loving hug and said to her
“thank you molly thank you for showing my son what love is meant to feel like and showing him nothing but kindness. thank you being the mother figure he never had just thank you molly”
idk if uquizzes are still a thing that anyone cares about, but my love for quizzes will never die, so i’m back with another one! i made a dnd class quiz focused more around personality and mindset and less about what abilities you’d like to have in the game.
also, if anyone is interested in a subclass quiz for any of the classes, let me know! i’m totally down to make those, i just don’t know which class to start with haha
link to the quiz in reblog
I got Artificier and IRL I make robots so this quiz is? Shockingly accurate?
You have something of the Wolf in you…
Drawn by me, with colored pencils and ink.
shout out to queer people who haven’t “known the whole time”, or didn’t hear labels for the first time and have something “click”. you’re not faking it, your story is still worthy of being told.
The first time I heard the term "demisexual" and it was explained to me, I felt that click. It was perfection. My ex boyfriend very quickly told me that I wasn't Demi. "Jenna, would you date a girl?" I told him I wouldn't. He replied, "So you aren't demi. You're just not an asshole." It was a weird feeling to have a label that made sense be taken away, like I didn't have the right to it because I hadn't felt that way about a girl, and literally couldn't conceive of it. It was probably six years later that I met a friend where I worked who used the term Demi to describe herself. She and I talked about researching it, and how I absolutely still could have used it. She validated it for me. We became close and I developed feelings. So did she. I think I'll always be sorry it didn't work out.
I saw the verdict and immediately thought of this
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Guys I reblogged this and then wrote an 8000 word story I didn’t even have a solid plan for. Reblog this shit.
I was told to write a ficlet of this…
Jane decides that she hates the word “date”.
Why does it change everything? Their conversation has always been effortless. Their silences comfortable. That’s why this was supposed to work so well. She looked forward to it as the one and only first date of her entire life that would actually be easy and enjoyable instead of an awkward disaster.
On Her Knees
Chapter 7
"Jane, could you please sit still." Maura's hands rested on Jane's knee, her makeup bag opened on the table next to them.
"I've been sitting still." She said it as she flinched again away from Maura's hand, the eyeliner pencil just barely touching her eyelid. At Maura's raised eyebrow, the brunette sighed, setting her shoulders and leaning forward. "You're right, I'm sorry." She let Maura finish the eyeliner on her right side, her body twisting away, though she attempted to keep her head where it was. "Can I at least do my own mascara?"
"If you're going to be like this? Yes, you can do your own mascara." She had to chuckle when she saw her girlfriend's shoulders relax, the calm expression flashing across her features. At least, until Maura switched to her left eye.
Nina needed help getting everyone ready for the wedding. One of the makeup artists was sick, so Maura offered to do her own and Jane's. She figured it would be simple enough, she wasn't planning anything crazy for hers, and Jane was always so simple with her own. Maura thought it would be nice to upgrade the brunette's style for the evening. But it was proving to be difficult. In the year they had been dating, Jane hadn't let Maura touch her with a makeup brush once. It didn't take long for the Doctor to wonder if this favor had been a mistake, as Jane started squirming the moment Maura had asked her to close her eyes. When she had finished Jane's liner on her left eye, she placed the mascara in her palm. "Go finish."
Jane breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you." She stood up, pecking the blonde on the lips before walking to a mirror to complete her look. She took a moment first to admire the work. "Maur, I should let you do this more often. You made me look amazing."
“You already look amazing. I only enhanced your natural beauty.” This earned a chorus of ahhs from the other women in the room.
“I wish my husband was as sweet to me as you two are with each other.” Nina’s sister Maya was curling the bride’s hair, her face determined. She locked eyes with the Doctor in the mirror, studying her. “How long have you two been together?”
Maura grinned. “Just over a year.” The milestone Jane wanted to reach had come and gone the week before, almost overshadowed by a case Maura had to work on. But Jane kept pushing the reservation, and Dr. Brennan found a break, and even though she was underdressed for their fancy night out, they made sure to celebrate in style.
“Don’t let her fool you. They’ve been together for years, they just didn’t know it.” The bride's eyes flicked between Maura and Jane in the mirror, amusement on her face. "I still remember finding out you two had ‘sleepovers’.”
Lol
you’re just gonna leave this in the tags?
you VACCINATE miette?