#and jac

[more-sonorous]

if you are wondering who cares about davey, it is ME!! I DO. me. right here.

that’s my boy that’s my tragic overlooked boy in love with a boy so Please if ur ever wondering

I will be sitting in my corner caring a Lawt about my fictional boy and the technically Not Canon pain he goes through :D

[tarantulas4davey]

where everything was fine (one that felt like mine)

A/N: so,,,, i wrote a katherine pulitzer drabble. and didn’t make joe the bad guy. the title is from older by sasha sloan (tq @we-are-inevitable for the help mwah mwah) and @5-jorjas-in-the-fence tq for double checking it ily. oH and @enter-plot-holes-here tq for the inspo youre a gem. anyway. have a thing ig

read on ao3 (!!! yeah ik !!!) here

It was stupid. She knew it was stupid when she sat down. He was always away on business, and she would always be disappointed with him when he returned, but she always stayed up and waited for him anyway.

The front door opened just then to reveal Joseph Pulitzer, in the flesh. A tired, mean looking man with too much scruff after his day of travel, resigned annoyance at the peachy wash of the lamplight she was using to read.

“Katherine, dearest, what have I told you about waiting up for me?” His voice was gruff, rumbling through his chest and through the room in a way that made him feel larger than life. “You will sleep like you’re told, no exceptions.”

“But I—“ She started, but any protests were snuffed out by his sharp look and the resounding sound of his nice shoes echoing on the marble and the softer sound of him walking up the carpeted stairs.

She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling, sniffling slightly. Her wide, brown eyes glistened with crystalline tears as she clutched her novel close to her chest, stood stock still while she tried in vain to shake off the disappointment she should’ve expected. She knew better. Two tears managed to break free, tracing perfect lines down each of her cheeks before she blinked away the mist in her eyes and dabbed quickly at the moisture before it stained.

“Goodnight, father.” Her voice didn’t break so much as shatter, like glass against marble. The last was barely a broken whisper, so quiet she could barely hear it herself. “I love you.”

And with that, she ran haphazardly up the stairs where her father just disappeared, closing herself in her room and leaning heavily against the door, at unawares her father was doing much the same just down the hall.

[holbyheartbeat]

I’m pinning all my hopes on Mo Effanga:

To help save Jac

Work with Frieda in getting Jac and Fletch together (Frienda & Mo will be brilliant together!)

Reminding Jac that she has a thing for nurses...

Bringing some laughter (and sass) back on to Darwin (and Keller/AAU for that matter)

Providing adorable pictures of little Hector with Mr T

Arranging play dates with Emma and Fletch’s kids

Picking up Yey pieces that Gaskell has left behind (assuming he’ll be stopped soon!)

Just generally being the consultant we miss

[zosia-and-ollie-valentine]

‘But will all of our favourites emerge from this huge ordeal in one piece?’

Touch Oliver Valentine and I’ll MuRDer YoU

[bibirder]

Farmers market flowers and a semi-permanent reading nest downstairs. It is possible that it just takes time to bring myself about and into a new way of being.

[kids-baby-clothing]

#10: Disney Baby Girls' Minnie Mouse 3-Piece Bodysuit, Footed Pant, and Jacket Set, Pink, 6-9 Months http://ift.tt/2g3Vyid