Stay this young and beautiful forever

28 years old. Born in the Philly suburbs, but Los Angeles living. An eclectic blog you probably don't want to follow if you have singular tastes.

[awkwardnessandbaseball]

ho ho ho giftee, here's your csss. i'm just checking in if you're okay and if you got my ask i sent you a few days ago? 😇

Oh no!! Tumblr neglected to tell me I had a new message. HMMPH. Okay, I’m here now! Getting your messages :) I was away for the weekend but am back now! :)

[thenatsdorf]

Cat NO likey!

[viostormcaller]

ALL THESE CATS ARE LITERALLY: “bitch what the fuck” LAHSLAJSOS

[obviouslypancakes]

These cats all passed the mirror test and I think that’s impressive

[melantha-rosewood-deactivated20]

I’ve seen this, lol!

[trapcard]

she snapped

[honestlyprettychill]

hOLY SHIT BARBIE <3 <3

[florenceisfalling]

:0

[carpedzem]

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || you are here || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || bonus page

little canon divergence in which Emma and Killian started dating a little earlier and were a couple in s3b :) that’s why Emma is more open with her feelings :) my intention for this comic is to be funny not serious and I hope some of you at least smile! :D

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[pack-runt]

[ovur]

You know what I'm just gonna say it.... pads are better than tampons, everybody needs to stop lying

[wild-aloof-rebel]

same energy

[anxietyproblem]

[ticklefighthockey]

i truly cannot imagine what my life or personality would be like if i didn’t have the fangirl gene. like, when i meet people irl who have a lot of varied interests but don’t seem to be interested in attaching intensely to any one thing, i am baffled and tbh a little horrified. i don’t know how to engage! i can’t imagine your inner life!! like is there really nothing you love so ardently that just thinking about it makes you lose your goddamn MIND with happiness? what makes you light up inside? what gets your heart pounding out of your chest with crazy joy?? where do you get your ENDORPHINS???

[carpedzem]

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || you are here || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || bonus page

little canon divergence in which Emma and Killian started dating a little earlier and were a couple in s3b :) that’s why Emma is more open with her feelings :) my intention for this comic is to be funny not serious and I hope some of you at least smile! :D

Keep reading

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

Where the fuck is the Galavant fandom at

[wdasgifs]

Lady and the Tramp (1955) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Hamilton Luske, Wilfred Jackson

[awkwardnessandbaseball]

Apologies for being MIA

Hi everyone!

For anyone curious about my silence, I worked a ton over the last week/weekend and then I took a day trip to San Fran yesterday! I’ll likely continue to be pretty MIA until Friday.

If you’ve messaged me or reached out or commented or anything or whatever, just know that I’m not ignoring you! Just busy <3

[carpedzem]

part 1 || part 2 || you are here || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || bonus page

little canon divergence in which Emma and Killian started dating a little earlier and were a couple in s3b :) that’s why Emma is more open with her feelings :) my intention for this comic is to be funny not serious and I hope some of you at least smile! :D

Keep reading

[lastloveklaroline]

Captain Swan Wedding Manip

People seemed to love the wedding photo in the future!cs edit so I thought I’d post the full version.

[awkwardnessandbaseball]

So here we are, at the actual end. I really hope you guys like this one :)

As always, so many thanks to: @cspupstravaganza and @sherlockianwhovian. And a huge special shoutout to @winterbythesea for coming up with Procella’s name in the very beginning.

Tag list: @quirkykayleetam, @squidvisious, @carpedzem, @revanmeetra87, @kmomof4, @capnjay21

AO3 if that’s your jam: Original Story | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 

Until I Met You

A Little Dog Universe story

Chapter Summary: How the hell is Killian supposed to propose in the Nolans’ old house if someone else is buying it out from under him?

Chapter Three: Emma Swan Gets a House (and That Other Ring)

When Kris tells Killian that he’s selling the house, Killian figures that’s a sign. It’s Emma’s old house, and Killian just happens to work with the person who owns it, who just happens to be selling it just as Killian is trying to figure out how to pop the question to his girlfriend.

He’s obviously got to ask her to marry him inside the house. He’s got to buy the house and then get down on one knee once they’re inside.

So once the house goes up, he calls right away. Well, not right away. He waits for Emma to leave for work on the day Kris told him the sign was going up. And then he looks up the phone number for the office Kris is selling the house through. And then he calls.

“I’d like to place an offer on the house that just went up on Wonderland Drive,” he tells the man on the other end of the line.

“The asking price is two-hundred-thousand,” the man tells him.

Shit, Killian thinks. He hasn’t got nearly enough for it yet.

“Will they take one-fifty?”

“It’s only just gone up this morning, Mister…,” the man trails off, obviously waiting for Killian to offer a name.

“Rogers,” he tells him. No sense in anyone knowing he’s put an offer in on the house until it’s accepted. A pseudonym never hurt anyone.

“Mister Rogers, how lovely!” Killian groans as the man makes a few jokes about sweaters and the neighborhood before finally getting to the point. “I’ll make a note of your offer, but if someone offers something higher, of course they’ll likely accept the higher bid.”

Killian knows it would be easier to just ask Kris to sell him the house. But Kris has gone off on a trip with his wife and they’ve been planning to sell for ages. It feels wrong to ask him to take a huge cut in the price just as a small favor. They’re not really friends, just work acquaintances. So he’s got to go by the book.

He spends the next hour at work in a wonderful mood. He’s never been inside the house, but he’s still imagining himself living in it with his Swan, with their pups and their future children and it’s all just…

It’s hopelessly romantic.

Of course, it all falls apart when the realtor calls back.

“Mister Rogers?” he asks, and Killian almost tells him he’s got the wrong number before he remembers that he gave the man a false name.

“Aye, that’s me,” he says, unsure of why the man would be calling him back so early in the day. Hardly anyone would have gone to the open house just yet.

“Um, we’ve had a higher offer on the house, and it’s in cash. I wanted to give you a chance to counter before I accept on behalf of the owners.”

“How much is the offer?”

“The full value. Two-hundred-thousand.” The man sounds off somehow, as though he wants to discourage Killian from buying the house. Killian wonders, briefly, who’s got that much cash lying around.

David, he thinks. He knows the Nolans have a fairly large inheritance waiting for them, that they’ve decided to save it until the moment is right. And this certainly is the right moment. Ah, well. If Emma can’t have the house, David certainly should.

“No, that’s alright.” Killian sighs into the phone. “Accept the other offer. I can’t beat it.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, Killian leaves work early. He’s disappointed in the turn of events and he can’t shake the frustration. So he heads home and cracks open a beer at lunchtime. Normally, he’s a rum drinker, but he doesn’t want to get drunk in the middle of the day. Nor does he want to be drunk when Emma gets home, because he’s quite an emotional drunk and he doesn’t want to be emotional. He just wants to numb the negativity he’s feeling.

He’s just opened the third beer, petting Procella’s head absentmindedly, when Emma comes home. She’s flushed and excited and just, in general, acting the opposite of how Killian feels. He doesn’t want to go out, isn’t up for an adventure or a date or whatever she’s trying to drag him on, but he’ll deny her next to nothing, and so he goes.

The roads they take are suspiciously familiar and they’re halfway there when he starts to suspect what’s going on.

“Swan, where are we going?” he asks. She jumps at the sound of his voice, as though she’d been lost in thought and had forgotten he was even there.

“I bought something I want to show you,” she tells him.

“Emma, did you—”

“We’re almost there,” she cuts him off, and her voice cracks just a bit. Killian second-guesses his assumption for a moment, because she seems upset. And if she’d bought the house, she wouldn’t be upset.

Would she?

They ride the rest of the way in silence.

She pulls up in front of the house and climbs out of the car without a word. Rascal and Procella both follow her, Killian too slow for Procella’s liking. He opens the door and sees the big red SOLD sign in front of the realtor’s face on the lawn.

And then he laughs.

He can’t stop laughing, because of course Emma bought the house. She’s brilliant, his Swan, and he should know by now that they’re more alike than he could ever possibly comprehend. She reaches the house and freezes when she hears him laughing. He jogs across the street to catch up to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Swan, you bloody brilliant woman!” He squeezes her against him, more in love with her than he ever thought possible.

“You don’t even… what?” She sounds utterly confused and he can’t stop laughing.

“You’re the buyer? I should have known!” He kisses her hair.

Finally, the tension that’s been increasing in her shoulders since they left the apartment seems to recede and she turns around to face him, still stuck in his embrace.

“Were you the first bidder?” she accuses, and then smacks his chest. But she’s smiling, and that’s all that matters to Killian. “I was so angry!”

When Killian finally pulls himself together and stops laughing, choosing instead to stare at his girlfriend with nothing but wonder and adoration, she invites him inside their home.

Their home.

The dogs see themselves off, preferring to sniff the empty corners than to stand in the doorway with Killian and Emma.

“I’m glad you brought me here, Swan,” Killian whispers into her hair. And even more glad I’ve been walking around with this bloody ring in my coat pocket for weeks. “I had big plans for this house, and I thought they’d all been dashed.” He places a kiss against her skin. “But now, hope is renewed.”

“Big plans?” She asks as a shiver runs down her spine. He grins against her shoulder.

“Oh, aye.” He reaches into his pocket. “In fact, now seems as good a time as any, don’t you think?”

Truthfully, Killian’s wanted to propose for months. Long before David proposed to Mary Margaret. Killian would have proposed the moment he realized Emma was his soulmate. That’s how right she’s always felt, from the very beginning. But he waited, because she wouldn’t have wanted that. She would have run for the hills, and he couldn’t have that happen. He wonders, even now, if she’s really ready for this step. But she’s bought the house, and that has to mean something.

Or it has to mean everything.

He steps around her and takes one knee. Rascal and Procella, sensing the importance of the moment, leave the task of sniffing every corner for later and come to join him. Really, they must look ridiculous, the three of them just staring at Emma.

“I feel like we’ve done a lot of things backwards, Swan.” She smiles at the nickname and he presses on. “We met before I even knew I had a soulmate. I thought I’d be alone forever, adrift at sea without anyone for company. But then you and Rascal came along,” he glances to his left at the pitbull who’d once climbed into his lap in greeting. “And you brought me Procella.” At the mention of her name, Killian hears his dog’s tail start swishing against the hardwood floor. “And then, by some miracle, you let me in.” Emma’s truly crying now and Killian’s barely holding back his own tears. A couple of saps, they are. “And you gave me something I never thought I would have: true love. And now, Emma Nolan, I have to ask you a very important question.” He pauses, as though there’s any suspense left in the moment. “Will you marry me?”

She’s already saying ‘yes’ before he even finishes asking. She whispers it once, twice, and then she’s screaming it and he’s standing and he’s holding her and there are a lot of salty kisses to be shared in the living room of their home.

“Well,” he says as he wipes a few stray tears away. “Now that’s over with, show me around, Swan.” He drapes an arm across her shoulders and kisses her hair.

“Well, David and I used to wrestle in the living room, and there used to be a dent over there under the window…”

The End

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Just casually looking up this book I just learned existed when suddenly...