#also bc one time she felt glad that it was fred and not george and that haunts her forever

[queenlnss-a]

quinn's feelings on fred's death.

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                    Quinn’s  worst  habit  is,  and  forever  will  be,    bottling  up    her  emotions.  Listen,  if  she  wants  to  make  something  known,  she  will  kick  up  a  fuss  and  scream  about  it  to  the  world.  She  will  let  you  know  and  she  will  be  LOUD  about  it.  

                    Generally  speaking,  it  is  in  her  nature  to  be  PRIVATE.  She’s  a  rather  secretive  individual  by  choice.  Even  if  she  wants  to  talk  about  it,  she  very  rarely  seeks  out  the  right  ears  to  listen  to  her  thoughts  and  feelings    (  …  no  pun  intended  ?  ).    She  wasn’t  taught  to  talk  about  things  and  that’s  how  she  was  brought  up.  You’re  more  than  welcome  to  blame  her  family    (  ‘  welcome  to  the  Fabray  residence.  Please  take  off  your  coats  and  leave  your  bad  feelings  and  negative  energy  at  the  door  !  ’  ),    but  it’s  not  entirely  their  fault  either  and  she  understands  that.  She  let  herself  get  that  way,  and  it’s  hard  to  shake  a  habit  once  it’s  embedded  within  you.

                    More  to  the  point,  however,  she  doesn’t  take  Fred’s  death  well  at  all,  and  there  are  so  many  layers  to  her  grief.    Sadness    is  really  the  emotion  that  affects  her  the  most  because  she  understands  it  so  well.  They’ve  met  many  times  before.  They  are  old  and  begrudging  friends.  It’s  the  one  emotion  she  controls  the  BEST,  but  also  the  one  she  finds  most  difficult  to  overcome  and  acknowledge.  Close  friends  will  notice  that  she  doesn’t  cry  for  at  least  a  month  and  refuses  to  say  his  name  for  even  longer.  She  becomes  rather  STOIC,  in  a  sense,  as  if  she  deceive  herself  into  thinking  she  is  okay  by  not  letting  anything  show,  because  at  the  end  of  the  day,  she  truly  believes  that    it’s  not  her  pain  to  feel.    Despite  him  being  her  friend  and  having  considered  Fred  to  be  like  a  brother  to  her,  she  almost  doesn’t  feel  like  she’s  earned  the  right  to  grieve,  so  she  tends  to  direct  the  COMPASSION  she  receives  to  the  people  she  feels    n e e d s    it  the  most.  

                    Everyone  else  comes  first.  It’s  time  she  put  herself  second.

                    It  doesn’t  necessarily  need  to  be  said,  but  Quinn’s  really  not  that  great  at  facing  things  head  on.  There  are  several  examples  of  her  actively  choosing  to  be  in  denial  in  canon.  She    c l i n g s    onto  the  Cheerios  in  season  one  and  ignores  her  growing  respect  for  the  New  Directions  because  she  believes  the  Cheerios    (  and  by  extension,  the  school  )    will  still  accept  her  despite  being  pregnant  and  knowing  deep  down  that  they  won’t.  She  makes  excuses  for  Biff’s  shitty  attitude  when  the  glee  club  notices  he  wasn’t  paying  attention  to  her  performance  in  season  five.  She  pretends  she’s  okay  with  Finn  still  liking  Rachel  because  she  believes  they  can  get  past  it  even  though  it  grates  on  her  nerves  and  makes  her  immensely  jealous  and  therefore  possessive.

                    There’s  a  large  part  of  me  that  believes  her    natural  state    is  denial,  and  even  though  she  accepted  Fred’s  death  as  fact  —–  because  there’s  no  point  denying  its  permanence  when  she  knows  they’ll  never  get  him  back  —–  she  doesn’t  let  herself  properly  process  it.  She  can’t.  It  hurts  too  much,  and  because  it  hurts,  she  deliberately  pushes  that  pain  to  the  side.  Even  in  canon,  her  overall  arc  is  about  learning  how  to  move  on  from  the  past  and  the  grief  and  trauma  and  look  towards  the  future,  and  while  she  is  rather  exceptional  at  being  realistic  and  understanding  the  difficult  truth,  there  is  always  a  part  of  her  that  keeps  hold  of  it  just  a  bit  longer  than  she  knows  she  should.  I  don’t  think  she’ll  ever  be  ready  to  let  go,  and  in  a  way,  it’s  okay.  It’s  also  a  little  understandable  because  there  was  no  closure  and  she’s  probably  never  going  to  get  any  closure.  It’s  like  having  someone  SEVER  you  from  your  oxygen  tank  in  the  middle  of  the  deep  ocean  and  leaving  you  to  struggle  for  air.  That’s  what  it  feels  like  to  her  at  times  ————–  suffocating,  overwhelming.

                    Also,  I  think  her  rage  deserves  an  honourable  mention  because  it  intertwines  with  her  sadness  and  the  slight  twinge  of    g u i l t    she  feels  after  a  while.  The  anger  that  she  felt  when  she  didn’t  get  to  say  goodbye,  her  FURY  at  the  aforementioned  sympathy  she  gets  from  ex - classmates,  friends  and  peers.  If  sadness  is  her  old  pal,  then  anger  must  be  her  best  friend.  After  a  while,  even  condolences  get  tedious  and  she  becomes  impatient.  Every  piteous  look  and  empty  word  of  support  sent  her  way  brings  her  no  comfort.  It  feels  patronising  and  forced  and  she  grows  to  despise  it  because  most  of  the  people  offering  it  her  way  usually  didn’t  know  him  personally  and  she  sees  that  in  their  eyes.  They  look  at  her  differently  than  the  people  who  did  know  him.  They  talk  about  him  differently,  too,  and  she  always,  always  notices  that.  She  knows  a  lot  of  them  only  associate  her  with  Fred  because  they  realise  she’s  in  a  relationship  with  George  and  therefore  it’s  probably  only  right  for  them  to  approach  her,  too.  They  mean  well,  but  it  gets  on  her  last  nerves.  Again,  it  is  not  her  pain  to  feel.  For  the  love  of  Merlin,  just  leave  her  alone.

[plant-flwrs]

no nonsense sarcastic sporty girl whos never put makeup on, using it after much pleading to the yule ball. Pair with whoever and let's see where it goes. (preferably one of the twins). Extreme fluff (always thought you were beautiful but now youre just gorgeous) type. Go about witj it however you want😁

the yule ball // george weasley

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a/n: um ok kind of losing my mind bc i got my first actual request!!! like that makes me so happy that people want me to like... make their ideas, i guess. anywho just had to say that. im so thankful for the people who read my writing and follow me and i just wanted to say thanks! so, thanks! i hope i made this request everything you wanted it to be anon, and thanks for requesting it <3 (also hope i picked the right twin for you lol) also sorry this took so long! i wrote this over like three times and with school starting i don’t have as much time :(

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“I just don’t see the point in it,” you explained to Alicia, feeling her confused eyes pouring into the side of your face, “make’s me feel weird.”

“You just aren’t doing it right!” she replied, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

You shoveled a forkful of eggs into your mouth, rolling your eyes as you chewed.

“Maybe,” you replied, covering your mouth full of food with the back of your hand.

“Hello ladies,” Fred said as he slid into the bench across from you.

“What’cha gabbing about?” George said, sliding a piece of toast off your plate as he sat next to you.

You moved to stab your fork into his hand, but missed, instead spiking the toast. Fred’s eyes widened, nearly seeing his brother lose a finger.

“Nice aim,” he said, filling his own plate.

“Was going for the hand,” you said, collecting the toast and lathering it with jam.

George wrapped his arm around your shoulder, unfazed by your attempted assault. 

“Y/n refuses to join us when we get ready for the Yule ball,” Alicia said, also ignoring your failed stabbing. 

Fred feigned a hand over his forehead, leaning back dramatically, “How will you ever form an unbreakable bond? Without the sanctity of Yule Ball preparations, you will have nothing that ties you together well past your prime,” he spouted, not stopping even after Alicia slapped his shoulder, “you will drift apart, knowing nothing of each other.”

George quickly removed his arm from your shoulder and dramatically clapped at his brother, who only pretended to remove and tip a hat to him.

“Why don’t you want to get ready with the girls?” George asked once Fred calmed down.

“I’ll come, I just don’t have much getting ready to do,” you said plainly, “just puttin’ on a dress.”

“Not even some mascara?” Alicia pleaded, her eyebrows raised to her hairline.

“I suppose I could let you put some mascara on me,” you said, and Alicia pretended to faint into Fred, “some!”

Fred laughed, and you got an eyeful of chewed toast in his mouth. You looked away in disgust, catching George’s eyes. He looked at you odd, like he was at incredible peace. 

“Everyone’s gone mad today,” you mumbled, finishing your breakfast.

You had written home about the Ball, and your mother had sent you an incredible array of magazines to choose a dress from. You had to admit, the dress was awfully pretty.

Going to Quidditch practice, doing homework, eating, sleeping, and keeping up with romance do’s and don’t’s was becoming exhausting. Luckily, you could merge some of the activities together, like homework and eating, and keeping up with romance and Quidditch.

Alicia and Katie loved to talk anything and everything that involved the Yule Ball. If you breathed and it sounded like ‘yule’ they would talk your ear off. Katie had even asked Wood about the ball.

“Well, Oliver,” she started, wiping off some sweat from her forehead, “if you don’t have a date you could join our group.”

You Alicia, Katie, George, and Lee had decided to go as a group, not bothering with the stress of getting dates. You all knew that no matter who you took, you’d just end up ditching them to dance with your friends. Fred and Angelina were a different story. 

Fred had been sending Angelina all sorts of mixed signals since he asked her. One day, he’s asking what color her dress is so they can match, and the next he’s telling her that in his opinion, dances are the most stupid thing a man could succumb himself to. It made you glad to be going with friends.

“I don’t know, Katie,” Oliver scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “I was going to run Quidditch plays on the empty field that night.”

Katie rolled her eyes and they landed on you. You felt a blush creep up your neck as she brought you some water.

“Hey, Katie,” you said, taking the water from her.

“Hey,” she said, smiling quizzically at you, “Alicia told me you weren’t all that excited about the ball.”

This surprised you. You hadn’t meant to come off as bitter, you just felt you were expressing your genuine disinterest.

“It’s not that,” you said quickly, “It’s just, not really my thing I guess.”

Katie nodded knowingly at you, like you had just hinted at some sort of huge secret. It made you nervous. You two were stood by the water cooler, and Fred, George, and Harry had come over.

“What?” you asked her.

“I think,” she said dramatically, “that the boy you like hasn’t asked you, and you aren’t excited because you don’t have a date.”

You thought she was joking, but she didn’t laugh. You blinked at her for several minutes, the gears in your head turning so fast that you couldn’t think whether to be concerned for Katie’s well-being, or your own. Among your deep thoughts, Fred laughed obnoxiously. George swallowed nervously.

“Katie,” you said slowly, “are you serious? Do you actually think that?”

She nodded excitedly, thinking you were going to uncover your deepest and darkest secrets. 

“Oh Merlin,” your eyes widened, “you could not be more wrong.”

You left her with her mouth hanging open as you kicked off the ground and back into practice. 

The next week, McGonagall called the entire house for a meeting. She and Filch stood next to an ancient looking record player. She explained the sacred meanings of the Yule Ball, but all you could hear was Fred and George’s snickering in your ear.

“Do you think McGonagall would dance with me if I asked nicely?” one of them said.

“I reckon you’d have to take her to dinner first, mate, she’s a classy lady.” the other replied.

Soon enough, McGonagall was sending you off to pair with each other, and you looked around. George was already looking at you, so you took a step towards him.

“Dance with me,” you held your hand out, “Weasley.”

“I’d love to,” he said, taking your hand.

His hand fell naturally on your hip, and it made your chest tighten. Your hands eased into the crook of his neck, and he swallowed hard.

You swayed to the old music, neither of you meeting the other’s eye.

Your dress was sent to you in a large cardboard box that sat unopened in the corner of your dormitory. It was propped against your mirror, and stayed there until the night of the Yule Ball. 

“Oh!” Alicia exclaimed, clasping her hands together, “I can’t wait to see it!”

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom, bringing the dress with you. You opened it slowly, and the delicate fabric of the dress was peaking out before you had even removed all the tape. It smelled of home, and your heart soared. The fabric danced through your fingers, sliding elegantly over your figure. Looking in the mirror, you slid your hands down your sides feeling awfully impressed by yourself. 

You looked at the mounds of makeup on the counter in front of you, and picked some up like they were dangerous. Holding them away from your dress, you squinted your eyes to read the tiny labels. Deciding on a few, you looked intensely into the mirror, your face creased with concentration. You covered the eye-bags you had developed while studying for tests. You put some pink powder on your cheeks like you had seen your mother do. Lengthening your lashes with some odd dark goo, and styling down your eyebrows with some odd clear goo.

When you opened the bathroom door, Alicia was still stood with her hands clasped. All the girls were standing in their elegant gowns, hair and makeup done absolutely perfectly. 

“Oh no,” Katie gasped, looking at you in horror.

The three of them all steered your shoulders back into the bathroom, and you looked at yourself next to them. You looked like a clown! The pink powder was in little circles on the sides of your faces, and nothing about your makeup looked as nice as the other girls. 

Katie saw your face lowering with sadness and brought your eyes to her’s.

“We can fix this,” she smiled reassuringly at you, “easy.”

She held her wand to your face, and you flinched as you felt a refreshing wind gust over it. Your face felt clean, and you moved your hands to touch it. You felt no pink powder or any goos.

Katie turned you to face Alicia, who had her wand ready.

“It really is a beautiful dress,” she said, her wand twirling as you felt little tickles on your face.

You turned to look in the mirror and felt your stomach spin.

You looked amazing, everything about the makeup was flattering, but not over the top. They had known exactly what you wanted.

You pulled them all into you, your arms stretching to wrap around them all. You all joyously walked down to the great hall, each of you clutching the sides of your dresses as you walked down the stairs. 

By the time you had made it to where you were meeting the boys, just in front of the Great Hall, you had fallen behind the girls, not used to walking in heals. They were all looking up at you as you came down.

Lee and Fred looked like they were seeing you for the first time, their mouths hung open in childish smiles, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia looked like proud stage mother’s. 

When your eyes met George, there was an intensity you had never felt before. Standing in front of him, still on the steps so you were eye level, it was like he was the only person there. His black and white dress robes fit him perfectly, and his red hair blazed as it hung in his face. His lips were pink and he kept licking them nervously. He offered you his elbow and you accepted, following your friends into the Ball. 

“You look stunning,” he whispered int your ear.

The music was loud and your dress was awkward to dance in. George leaned in close to your face whenever he had a sarcastic remark to make, and half the time you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your brain was scrambled from the heat and the proximity of his face to yours.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” you yelled into his ear. 

Pulling away, he gripped your arms, pulling you back so he could yell something. His voice was like honey and it shot jolts down your spin.

“Want me to come with?”

You smiled and nodded your head, and he looked giddy,

He trailed after you like a puppy, careful not to step on the back of your dress.

You didn’t stop walking until you had landed on a bench in the courtyard. You held your dress close to you so George could sit without landing on it. He crossed his legs at his ankles and shoved his hands in his pockets. You picked up your hair off your hot skin, holding it as if it were a ponytail. George’s gaze fell onto the exposed and shiny skin of your back, and he gulped.

Your head tilted up at the sky, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of the cold breeze on your sweaty skin.

“Are you having fun?” George asked you.

“With you?”

“Yeah, with me.”

“I am,” you responded, dropping your hair and looking at him.

He was already looking at you, like he so often was, and as you watched his eyes drift down to your lips, you realized Katie was right.

You didn’t want anything to do with this ball if George wasn’t with you, hell you didn’t want anything to do with life if George wasn’t with you. 

You were being a sour-sport because deep down, you knew you had wanted George to ask you to the ball.

“George?” you said, and his eyes didn’t leave your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you ask me to the ball?”

At this, George’s eyes met yours and he wiped his face, as if he were in a dream and imagined you had said that.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I hadn’t realized,” he turned to look at his feet, “I just figured, you never seemed like you were that excited.”

“But you wanted to come with me?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly, not having to think about it.

“George,” you asked, and he turned to face you, “do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Both of your mouths turned into wicked grins, and he nodded furiously. He stood up quickly and offered you his hand.

[wallyaxiom]

𝚆𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴: 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚂

hey besties it’s me coming to do the waltmeme thing. I couldn’t just pick one character to call my favorite. it also felt unfair to do that as well when there’s so many amazing characters here. so grab a snack, put on your favorite tangled song in my honor and buckle up as i go through the list of my fave characters here at walt each person plays. present gen only. sorry to my next gen faves. maybe one day i’ll write a list for you. or not. i’ll keep you on your toes. 

𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕒 𝕛𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕣

cassandra is a character i love so much. tangled is a movie that means everything to me. kiara is the person who understands my tangled feels. the way you play cassandra...like how you said i have a grasp on reagan, you have such a perfect grasp on who cassandra is as a character. her voice is so clear. you understand who the character is and have transformed her into something more than what was given in the bio i wrote and also in the show that’s used for inspo. she’s a spectacular character and i love her so much. it’s an honor to be one half of elssandra but also cassunzel. she’s such an amazing character. you should be so proud of what you’ve brought to life, kiara.

𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕔𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟

listen i told you every day how much i love monty. i literally scream it to you in your living room sometimes. i’ve seen every iteration of monty but i think this one is my favorite. i didn’t even know lightning’s real name was montgomery that was all you. so much of yourself is in monty. it reminds me of myself with wally and i think that’s the biggest reason why i love monty is because he’s bits and pieces of you and i love you very much. as much as i love cocky era lightning i love dad lightning even more. i wish i had a dad like him i’m not gonna lie but we’re not gonna unpack that on the man lmfao. i’m glad i’m more enveloped in his story now because he’s such a good character dude. like such a good written and played character. he’s second in my heart to sulley but is inching closer to number one by the day. 

𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚

fran !!! my bestie !!! my fave !!! i would die for them !!! like bee, i love talking to you about fran and all the tomfoolery they get into. you’ve played them for so long and each time you transform them into something better than the last. they age like a fine wine. in the past almost two years i’ve been able to be part of their story more & i’m so happy for that opportunity. you’ve put so much love, care and devotion into fran. you’ve added so much to their story. like they’re so fleshed out, how does your beautiful brain come up with all this backstory ??? lemme know i need some of those brain cells. they’re amazing. you’re amazing. i want fran to buy me and island and make me pasta but i’ll just them do that for caspian the favorite child. 

𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨

hands down i had to put orion my future father in law. i’ve had the honor of watching you develop orion into something incredible over these past six years. ( holy cow !!! six ??? insane. ily ). he was a big bad, misunderstood boy and you’ve humanized orion. you’ve brought life into him and created such a beautifully crafted character. he has a heart now. perhaps a tiny one but it’s there. the backstory you’ve created for him and the future he has - all stunning and wonderful. i love this man. he deserves so much after the shit he’s been through. i’ve had the privilege of being in his orbit for a bit when i played logan. I still get to watch him and enjoy the light chaos he brings. i’m ready for the new era of casino owner orion and what trouble he’ll bring now. 

𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕪 𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

the boy !!! the legend !!! i love shaggy so much. first of all, the future you planned for him. how dare you ?? do you like to see me cry ?? is that it ??? i’m glad he hit his happy arc now because WOW. pain. shaggy is just a nice guy, man. he’s so nice to everyone he meets. i want to be friends with shaggy and scoob. i love mystery inc. i can’t imagine anyone else playing shaggy but you. to me, you are him. he’s the heart of the group. it’s not mystery inc without him. therefore, you’re the heart also. it’s not the same without you. 

𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖

i could easily write an essay about how i love all your characters and how you play them all so well but i had to give this spot to sadie. the teagues are my og loves. every time i see sadie the part of my brain where logan resides lights up. she’s such a good character. she’s a little devil and it’s exactly what we need. we need someone to stir up the pot and throw eggs at kids. sadie is a product of her environment. she’s so tough and had to be so young. no one her age should have to grow up so fast the way she did. i would like to wrap sadie in a blanket give her some coco with bat marshmallows and tell her to take a break. hug her. maybe give her some therapy to. i love her. you’ve brought her to life in such an amazing way. i hope her brothers join her soon so we can have that sibling goodness. 

𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕒 𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕒

i was tempted to put ian here because ian lightfoot is joel and we already know how much i love al and wendy but i decided to show the og love so i put nala. from the get go you knew who nala was going to be and where you wanted to go with her. you always bring so much to your characters. you develop them in ways that amazes me each time. go bestie go you’re so talented. i love how devoted she. how fierce she is but also the vulnerability you bring to her. she was thrown into a world at a young age fighting a war she wasn’t meant to and THAT’S a lot on someone. and we see that. i love the way you play her and i’m so happy you decided to take her up. sorry you have to deal with simba tho. pour one out. 

𝕘𝕖𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕩𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

everyone and their grandmother knows the oliver and co cast means everything to me. i’m so glad that you decided to join them ! you’re a wonderful addition. i love miss george. she’s fabulous in every sense of the word. sharpay evans is shaking in her lil boots. i just love divas. i love them. i am one. she’s perfect. and we know that’s not easy for her. i know your beautiful mind works wonders so i know there’s a lot of growing that georgette will be going through in the future and i’m excited for it. prayer circle for a jenny and oliver. 

𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕩

when you auditioned for thackery you already had an idea of where you wanted to take him and how you wanted to add to his character while staying true to the bio. that is the kind of stuff i like to see. this man has seen some shit and also has been through some shit. i do hope one day his soul can be at ease. he needs a long cat nap. you care a lot for thackery and it’s lovely to see. he may be a hamilton hoe but we have to respect the drip & love him for it anyways. 

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣

timmy boy deserves a hug. a hug and a nice space movie to take the edge off. you always put so much of your heart and yourself into your characters. you care so much for them and that’s evident in buzz. he’s goofy, he’s cool and he’s just so wonderful. i’m excited to see where buzz will go from here and how he’ll develop over time. i’m hoping some happiness. maybe some resolution with woodrow just to spice things up. that metal arm is still cool too. 

𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕜𝕖

hey bestie !!! wow !!! daphne ??? gives me so much pain. I am so glad to be going on this angst journey of mystery inc and fred/daph with you. your love for her and the gang makes my heart so happy. i will happily spend hours talking about them and sending tiktoks to each other that remind us of them. you went beyond the assignment. you were just born to play daphne. you write her so well and understand her past the bio, past the inspirations of the live actions and mystery inc. you get her. you see her. she’s in good hands. i’m ready for all the pain she’s about to cause me. 

𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖

i love penelope. i really do. i am penelope’s number one stan. it was discussed before but it’s so easy to play miss piggy as unlikeable since she is such a brash character but you bring so much light and love to penny. it’s hard not to be in love with her and want her to succeed in everything she does. she’s the miss piggy we all grew up with but she’s also special because you’ve added your own personal touches to her. she’s an amazing character. i would punch anyone who’s wronged penelope. i’m excited for the layers to start peeling back and we see more of penny - especially her badass ways. i just love the way you play her and i love penelope hainline okay. i lovoe divas as stated above what can i say. 

𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕥

ANNIE !!!! WOW AURORA ??? genuinely she is the love of my life. I love her so, so much. she’s so sweet and wonderful and deserve to be tucked in ??? read a bed time story ??? and not be cursed ??? why’d i do that. she deserves the world and so do you. in the short amount of time you’ve had her you’ve added so much depth to her story. which is not always easy the first few months you have a character but you’ve put in a lot of love into aurora already. you understood the assignment and & went beyond.  i’m so excited to see where she goes on her journey and what will happen when he hopefully get a maleficent one day. also is it an aurora shoutout without me saying philip loves her ??? bc he does. 

[ickle-ronniekins]

heart on your sleeve, george x reader

request: from anon: “Can we have a super fluffy George story with these prompts? “Am I bothering you?” “What’s the magic word?” “Can I be honest with you?” I’m so in love with your writing!!!” | omg, STOP. this made my day! thank you for your kind words, i can’t even stand it, i love writing for you guys and missed it so much—it’s people like you that keep me motivated! i smiled like a goof when i received these prompts...i hope you like it darling!! also oops this is kind of long i got carried away, yiiiiikes

prompts: “am i bothering you?”, “what’s the magic word?”, “can i be honest with you?”

warnings: the inability to deal w anything bc weasley men are perf

The Great Hall

Clank! A box hit the table with a loud noise and I nearly jumped out of my seat. Many students from the other tables look our way, but quickly went back to their dinner. I was busy biting into a piece of chicken, when two lanky redheads sat down on either side of me.

“Just two more days,” the first said, “Until we finally see—”

“—who the real Hogwarts champion is!”

Their enthusiasm was welcomed, but they seemed to be a little too excited about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament challenges. “First off, it’s a lot longer than two more days,” I told them and watched as their smiles drooped. “Secondly, how d’you know it’ll be a Hogwarts champion? Fleur Delacour could take home the entire bloody tournament, or Krum, perhaps? Don’t put all your sickles in one basket, boys.”

Fred and George were silent a moment. I thought that maybe, maybe I’d finally gotten the last word in, but of course I was wrong. They both began animatedly chatting about the first challenge.

“How could you even think that, Y/N?”

“It’s definitely going to be either Harry or Cedric,”

“Those tosspots from the other schools don’t even stand a chance,”

“Hogwarts is the superior wizarding school!”

I swatted their hands and said, “Oh hush, would you? Your allegiance towards Hogwarts is truthfully beautiful, boys, but I’d rather not have a Durmstrang pick a fight with either one of you because you swore your truth so bloody loud.”

They ignored this and continued on. To me, Fred said, “D’you want to place bets with us?”

“Yeah, for the upcoming challenges!” George chimed in.

I looked at their box on the table. It had already been halfway filled, and many students were peering at the twins excitedly. I’m sure everyone was just as enthralled with the idea of placing bets on who’d win each challenge, let alone the entire Triwizard Tournament. The goblet was sitting atop a pedestal at the front of the Great Hall where the professors were chatting animatedly about the tournament, no doubt, and delving into the delicious feast in front of them.

I shut the box, and Fred and George glanced at one another before turning their attention back towards me. “Can we eat first?”

“Absolutely not,” Fred said. “This is important business to take care of, Y/N! We only have so much time!”

George poked me in the ribs and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Quit it,” I told him, but he wouldn’t stop. I nearly knocked over my entire plate of food, but I didn’t really care that much. “Knock it off,”

George didn’t stop. “Am I bothering you? Say the magic woooord!” he sang, completely sarcastic by the sounds of it. He finally gave in when he saw tears forming in my eyes from laughing so hard, and I had regained enough composure to point towards the food.

The twins groaned in unison. “Fine,” George said. “But you’re not getting out of this that easy, Y/N.”

I took a scoop full of mashed potatoes and plopped it down onto his plate. “Eat up, Georgie.”

The First Challenge, After

The Gryffindor common room was absolutely buzzing. The surprise of the real life dragons on Hogwarts grounds had died down a bit, and everyone was now focused on Harry defeating his and preparing for the next challenge. Fred and George had hoisted Harry up onto their arms while the common room cheered. The fire roared, and butterbeer was being passed around in large amounts to warm everyone up from their day in the cold. I was able to snag an armchair that had been left unattended, and I felt a body sit down next to me. I could almost hear his smile. “Having a day, aren’t you?”

“A bloody good one at that,” George gulped down some of his butterbeer. The tip of his nose was still pink from being outside and he wrapped his hands tightly around his cup. “Any thought of joining us in placing our bets?”

“I dunno, George,” I told him truthfully. “You two are sort of ripping off all the first and second years, aren’t you?” I winked.

He scoffed. “Ripping them off? Hardly, darling. We’re merely teaching them early. You can never start too young. Listen, just say the word, and you’re in. Truthfully, I think Freddie’s going to lose. He is putting all of his sickles into one basket. I’m taking your advice, though—I kind of think maybe one of the other two will take the entire tournament.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, now completely enthralled. Next to me, the fire was raging. “And who’re you thinking will win this?”

George thought for a moment. “Maybe Krum—he was bloody brilliant at the Quidditch World Cup.”

Someone began to blast music from the other side of the common room. It was the late hours of the evening now, and while my four poster seemed rather inviting, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep with this celebration going on. He watched as Harry lifted up the golden egg, his eyes sparkling. I suddenly felt a strong wave of empathy towards him.

“I know you wanted to enter,” I said, remembering his and Fred’s ingenious plan of tricking the goblet with their aging potion. I thought about how terrifying the first task was, and I was just as nervous for number two. It felt better to have George next to me in the stands instead of out in the pitch, battling a dragon. “But I’m kind of glad you couldn’t.”

He looked at me quizzically, and then grinned a little—however, he still seemed confused. “Why?”

My heart began to beat, thinking of either him or Fred out there, doing these dangerous tasks—getting hurt, losing—or worse. “Because, I couldn’t handle either of you out there!” I exclaimed. “That would be horrible! I genuinely do not understand how your brother or Hermione are dealing with Harry being in this tournament. If it was either of you two, truthfully, I dunno if I’d be able to watch—I mean, you’re my best friends! I’d rather have you next to me, spectating.”

George’s cheeky grin softened, and I could tell that I touched him in a way. It was a small, intimate moment, when his twin came in and ended it abruptly.

“Y/N...that is just the absolute sweetest thing I have ever heard. Hear that, Georgie? She just couldn’t handle us being out there,”

I rolled my eyes. Fred plopped down on the floor beside me and began to poke at my shoes. He continued to laugh, and more and more students came over to sit by us and wanted to place more bets with the twins. And although George was now tangled up in his business, he kept throwing me glances and those soft smiles and I felt a twinge in my heart. I knew it had meant more to him then he let on, what I said. His eyes were glistening with a new type of confidence and passion that I knew just couldn’t be from the bets.

The Yule Ball, After

By Christmas Eve night, the grounds were covered in a few inches of snow. It continued to fall softly—not in a blustery sort of way—all day long, creating a beautiful blanket of white. Everyone had been bustling around like crazy all day long—doing their best to try and get ready for the Yule Ball in an orderly fashion. I wasn’t too concerned.

The night absolutely flew by. It started out with a gorgeous dance in a magnificently decorated Great Hall, followed by dinner and dessert. After that, the real party had begun. Students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons had finally all come together despite their differences and the rest of the impending tournament. After a while, it had become rather stuffy and sweaty in there—I just had to get out.

I wrapped my shawl around me and made my way for the doors. The cool, wintry air hit my skin with force, but it felt wonderful. I sat on a nearby bench and watched as the snow fell lightly to the ground. It was still and silent. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I tugged at my shawl and pulled it tighter around my shoulders when George stepped into view.

“Hey,” he made his way over towards me. “What’re you doing out here? It’s freezing.”

“Just needed to step away for a moment,” I told him. “This night has been a whirlwind! Just needed some fresh air.” He sat down next to me and I let my shawl fall off of my shoulders. I turned towards him and asked, “Hey, how did it go with that Beauxbatons girl Freddie was trying to get you to dance with? Did she place any bets?” I winked.

He peered at me with a sparkle in his eye. His demeanor was calmer than usual, which was strange to me—he and his brother were always doing this or that, going somewhere or planning something next. But here, in the snow, on Christmas Eve, he was sitting here, completely relaxed and content, no plans in sight.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked me.

I was sort of taken off guard. Nearby, a couple was twirling in the snow, sharing kisses in the moonlight and the snowflakes. I turned back towards George. “Of course you can.”

“I don’t care about that Beauxbatons girl,” he told me truthfully. “I only care about you. I was going to ask you to this, you know, as a date...but you were so set on the two of us and Freddie going as a group, I didn’t want to stomp all over your plans,” he chuckled lightly. Snowflakes were melting atop his eyelashes now and his red hair looked fiery against the backdrop of the pearl white snow. He peered at me solemnly. “I don’t think I’d be able to handle you being out there either—you know, in the tournament.”

My heart raced. Bloody finally. It’d taken me years of strict concentration to not wear my heart on my sleeve in front of him. It didn’t work very well, though. Fred had figured it out almost immediately, and I made him swear not to say anything. Either George knew, but didn’t tell me, or Fred really did keep his promise and George genuinely could not tell that I’d always been mad for him. It didn’t really matter, in the end. I placed my hand on top of his and glanced at his watch. After midnight. It was Christmas Day. “I reckon there’s time for one more dance. Care to join me?”

George stood up and took my hand. “As long as you promise not to step on my feet,” he winked.

“Oh, now what’s the fun in that?” I asked him teasingly. “It’s Christmas! Your first present—an absolutely terribly awkward dance with me. C’mon, I promise you’ll love it.”

The Great Hall was nearly empty, which gave me an excess amount of room to trip and stumble, no doubt. George wrapped his arms around my waist and began to twirl me. “This is a pretty good Christmas gift,” he said, and placed a light kiss on top of my nose. I could feel my cheeks turn rosy and warm—the same way my insides felt when he leaned in close to me and continued, “In fact—the best.”

[thoseofgreatambition]

bad timing

REQUEST: “ so you know when george loses his ear? with the head injury he gets amnesia but one of the things he remembers is how much he loves the reader (mutual pining but nothing has ever been said bc oblivious dorks r my fave) and he is convinced they must be together bc he is filled with adoration and spends all his time telling reader and his family how smitten he is and how lucky he is and the reader is all !!!!!! and tries to tell george he's mistaken that it's his injury and he's like NONSENSE you are the love of my life and like yeah... that's how a bump to the head finally knocks some sense into two idiots” by @newtandtheseus​

A/N: This was Rosie’s request after winning a place in my giveaway! she told me the idea and I’m super excited to write it!!!

WARNINGS: None lol. Some angst. 

WORD COUNT: 2K

DESCRIPTION: George gets his head bonked when his ear gets chopped off. It changes what was before a pretty tense situation between the two of you into you observing with quite a bit of shock, a very goofy and in love George Weasley.

George didn't know a damn thing that was going on. While this was in the most technical sense an over exaggeration, right now it felt pretty right. He looked at everyone hovered above him, recognizing faces but missing a few names or understanding where he was, and George let out a groan before simply saying what first came to his head when his twin --oh hell how could he not remember that name-- asked him how he felt. 

“Saintlike.” 

His mother seemed to grow paler, as did you-- before he followed up with “’Cause I’m holey-- geddit?” 

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as Molly gave George some most needed pain relief potion. 

“Glad to know you’ll be alright Weasley.” 

Adoring eyes met your very confused ones when the red haired man on the couch sleepily mumbled, “Who’s Weasley?” 

George watched as simultaneously, around the whole room everyone shot each other a concerned look. His eyes went back to being locked onto yours, with an amount of dedication that you’d longed for before but now seemed unnerving in these circumstances. Fred gave you a quick glance before patting George’s hand. 

“Just go to sleep, alright mate?” 

With a hum, the eldest Weasley twin fell asleep.

                                           ___________________________________

Later, when George woke up it took him a long while to remember what had happened. Even then he could tell there were lots of holes in his memory. 

He’d been hurt. He’d lost an ear. He was here with his family. You were here. There were also other people at the house as well but George didn’t have a damn idea who those were, other than knowing the faces. 

When you came into his view though, something huge came crashing into his memory. 

He loved you. 

He couldn’t remember how you met but he knew for sure that he’d adored you for years. 

You had a frown stitched onto your face that you couldn’t remove. Almost a mirror image of Molly. “Is he going to be okay? I dunno how much he remembers.” 

You’d known George for years-- and had settled into an odd situation with him romance wise. You were in love with him, entirely, but it had never worked out between you two when you actually wanted it to. He starts to like you? You’d just started dating someone else. You want to ask him out? He was snogging someone around the corner. 

Truly, it was a frustrating situation. 

Fred seemed rather sure of himself though, as he patted you on the back and led you back to the couch where George was resting. “Don’t worry-- We’ll figure out what he knows.” Fred perched himself on the couch next to George, and you settled down on the floor, your head about the same level as George’s. “So-- we’re gonna figure out what you know, and get you caught up. Ready mate?” 

George had a bit of trouble tearing his gaze from you, but managed to look at his twin. “Alright, sounds good.” 

“Do you know your name?” 

“George.”

There was a sigh of relief on your end. This entire situation had caused an absurd amount of stress, more than you wanted to admit. “Do you know where you are?” 

There was a pause from George, “England.” at you and his twin’s peering eyes he admitted a bit more sheepishly, “Don’t know any more than that. I can’t remember a lot.” 

Fred shot George a cheerful grin. “Don’t worry Georgie-- you’ll start remembering things soon. You’re at the Burrow. It’s where we grew up. Do you remember my name?” 

Later on, Fred wouldn’t lie to George that it hurt that he didn’t remember his name, but for the moment Fred hid it well enough when George shook his head. 

“I’m sorry. I know it starts with an ‘F’ though--” 

“You’re close! It sounds like an ‘F’. It’s Philip. George and Philip is what everyone always calls us.” 

The scowl you shot at Fred was second only to his mothers. “Don’t mess with him like that Fred!” 

George glanced between you and Fred, “Is Fred his middle name?” 

Fred broke into a series of snickers, and felt just a bit better about everything now that there was a bit more humor in the situation. “Sorry George. My name’s Fred, not Philip. We like pranking, if you don’t remember that.” 

“I remember that. Just like I remember being the funnier one.” 

The brotherly banter you were so used to was back in full force, which provided a level of comfort to you that you could never articulate. Like that you stood up, about to say something about getting some water or seeing if Molly thought now would be a good time to move George since he seemed more aware. 

Only to be stopped by a tight grasp on your hand. Looking down you saw that look on George’s face again. That smile that grazed his lips. It made your heart do a series of flips. 

“We’re in love.” The certainty with which George said that left you gobsmacked, as well as the fact that he said it with Fred right next to you two. 

“We--” you looked at Fred for help, and found none as the man wore a delighted smile. 

Fred  always was a lover of chaotic things like this. 

What an asshole. 

“I love you and you love me and we’re dating, aren’t we?” 

You felt a heat spread across your face. “No-- no we aren’t together George. We’ve never dated before.” 

“We’ve gotta be though! I know it-- I love you to bits and I remember that. How would I feel that way if we weren’t in love?” 

You tried to stammer out a response when you heard the giddy voice of Molly Weasley from the doorway. “You two are in love?” 

Fred jammed his fist in his mouth as he tried not to laugh, and you decided to give him a solid whack upside the head later.  

                              ___________________________________

The last few days had been a little hard on you. In an odd way. It was at first filled with you hearing wonderful things about how much George loved you and how lucky he was that you two were dating. Now though, as George’s memory was starting to come back you could see when he realized something he thought before was wrong. 

Before, he’d looked at you with so much love and adoration, and now he just seemed sad and confused when he saw you. 

Molly had asked you to bring him some tea, in a gesture you were sure was part of her plan for you and George to get together. 

George propped himself up in bed when he heard the door opening. He couldn’t hide the mixed emotions he felt when he saw you-- namely, embarrassment. 

He had spent so much time talking about how lucky he was to have you, how much he adored you to his family, and while they seemed happy-- they had broken the news to him that no-- you two weren’t together. You’d never been together actually. 

Truly, he couldn’t remember either way-- but George didn’t know who else he could trust if he didn’t trust his family. 

“Your mum asked to bring you some tea.”

George tore his eyes away from you and focused on an old stain on his blanket. “Thank you, y/n”

You paused for a little while, not sure what to say that would help. “You already asked your family a lot of questions didn’t you?” When he looked at you with a nod you continued, “Do you have any questions for me?” You sat on the edge of his bed, and gave him a smile. 

George’s heart did a few flips, and he started with the question that was at the forefront of his mind. “Are we together?” 

“No. We’ve never dated.” It hurt to have to say that, especially seeing how crestfallen he looked. “We’ve-- well, how much do you remember about school?” 

“Not a lot.” George racked his mind for a moment. Pranks-- Leaving Hogwarts on a broom-- glimpses of you-- Quidditch-- his siblings. “I remember things, but a lot’s not there.” 

“You and me have bad timing. There’s been a few times where we’ve wanted to-- or I’ve heard...” You clamped your mouth shut as you tried to get your words in order. “There’s been a lot of times where I’ve wanted to ask you out and it’s just been a bad time. Fred told me that something like that had happened with you too-- but I can’t be sure about that...” 

His head hurt almost constantly now, and this conversation wasn’t helping. “So we’ve never dated?” 

“No.”

“But we’ve almost dated?” 

“Yeah.” 

George’s brow crinkled at how ridiculous this all sounded. “Does that mean you love me too?” he could see the hesitation in your eyes, and while George didn’t remember a whole lot he knew what that look meant. He shot upwards in bed, “You do! I was right! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Now it was your turn to have a red face. “Georgie-- you just got a concussion! You didn’t remember your last name until yesterday! It’s-- it didn’t really feel all that ethical to lean into what you were putting out! Pretty sure it’s not!” 

“But I was right we love each other!” 

“Yes! But--” 

You weren’t able to get any words of protest out, as you felt George scoop you into his arms and give you a crushing hug. 

It wasn’t until now that you were aware how much emotions could be conveyed from physical touch. Truly, this was the most loved you’d ever felt. Your lip wobbled a tiny bit as you tried to keep yourself from tearing up. Scrambling a bit so you could be more square in his lap, you could feel the big grin on his lips pressed against your shoulder. “You’re still not well though Georgie--” 

“Don’t care.” his voice was muffled against your shoulder. “You said we had bad timing before. I don’t care about timing. We’re in love.” 

Like that you let yourself melt against him, pulling away just enough to press a searing kiss to his lips. You gently cradled his face, careful to avoid touching his bandages or hurting him. Despite yourself you did tear up a bit. “We’re in love.” 

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[killinbills]

I reeeeally love the way you write fred for clueless (also for briar, but clueless fred has something else) and I don’t know if you’ll understand the question, but how do you see him? Like, traits and everything else... because we don’t really get a deep personality from the hp books, so... yeah

ok first off i feel u i feel like there’s a difference in fred in clueless vs in briar (and im v glad that u can tell??) but i’ll try and keep this fairly general and not mention briar too much 

right ok sooo:

he’s a gryffindor, which means that he’s brave and whatever, but also,,,,,, he’s an aries so like he’s probably very chaotic??? and as well there’s that quote of ginny saying “everything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve” or something, and for that she was referring to the twins’ influence, so that also suggests him being pretty chaotic but in a fairly ambitious way?? like with the shop…….. im not being funny but u have to be pretty fcking ambitious to think, at seventeen years old, you are capable of running an entire business and having the shop on the street that’s basically the wizarding world’s oxford circus

also for the longest time i’ve always felt that like, out of him and george, fred is the one that’s a bit more…. out there. like george isn’t exactly quiet he just isn’t as in your face as fred?? like for example if both of them had their respective girlfriends/boyfriends,,, fred would be a lot more public with showing how much he cares for this person,, whereas george wouldn’t really,,, he’d sort of just make sure that that person knows how he feels (if that makes sense??)

bc of the shop and how detailed all of the joke products are, both fred and george must be thoughtful. but like with fred especially i feel as if he would make such an effort to make the people they care about feel special and cared about (there’s a scene in clueless that sort of shows this but like……… that’s not for a while) (and even in the chapters published already….. he literally INVENTED something so that he could talk to briar likeeeee!!!!) like he wouldn’t necessarily call it romantic but like…. kinda sorta is lbr

also from the books we can get that fred is hot-tempered and also i think he’d be quite protective as well?? like getting involved in arguments because he wants to stand up for his friend (cough briar.) other times it would just cause unnecessary arguments but like in general it wouldn’t take much to piss him off if you tried to lol (and then like he’d say stuff without really thinking it through and there’d be Issues bc of it)

and then there’s like the general things like he makes jokes and whatever but i think he’s a lot more caring than what comes across in the books and like he’d definitely have a soft side it’s just that harry, his little brother’s friend that stopped voldemort, wouldn’t see it. like,,, in terms of the deathly hallows – there’s no way he saw his twin brother with his ear cut off after the battle of the seven potters and he wasn’t panicking about losing him. like u can’t tell me he wouldn’t have been shitting himself

also in terms of briar in clueless……. i wouldn’t necessarily say he would be scared to admit his feelings but rather it’s more like he doesn’t know if she feels the same and doesn’t want to risk their friendship bc of it. but also in general she’s one of his closest friends and like he cares about her so much anyway

ask me questions!!

[swearronchanel]

My never ending commentary, 6.05 edition 🙃

I’m back in action people 

Valerie walking with her mother like it’s the first day of school lol

still not sure about her though

babs finally getting a new dress yes!

Oh no what’s wrong with the lady

UMM GIRL, WHAT U THOUGHT THIS WAS?? asking for her own room Lmaoo vete ya, get out of here

“I snore” lmao ugh idk if I like her

She’s gonna move Trixie’s shit, uh oh

I still don’t GET WHY IS SHE TAKING PATSY’s BED? Patsy is gonna be tight when she comes back like wtf

OMG ANGELA IS SO PRECIOUS

WHEN WILL SHE SPEAK THOUGH??

BUT AH SHELAGH MY BBY! & the cute nightgown from South Africa! 💕😉😏 we should be grateful for it

Aw Reggie, wait omg his mother is gonna die 😭

Phyllis loves that Valerie is punctual, are we surprised?

“Our own mother to be” finally some acknowledgment that Shelagh’s pregnant

YIKES those teeth.

Lol Dr Turner can diagnose almost everything

I still want Trixie’s pjs!

turn up with all the food

Trixie teasing I love it, but I also lowkey wish she meant it. I’m indifferent towards Valerie for now tho so I’ll chill

Helen is so flawless I cry

But they are all literally me I don’t care if the cookies are broken pass them over here 🙋🏼

Reggie is precious aw

If reggie’s mother dies right now I’ll cry

Tom is actually preaching in church haha, I feel like he never does that

I’ve heard this hymn woah lol

NO NOT IN CHURCH,  YOU REALLY GONNA BE LIKE THAT @ GOD?

now they have to tell Reggie omg I can’t

“.. when my mum comes back from seeing God” My freaking heart omg

my chest just hurts, everything hurts. This is so sad

Violet is so 60s wearing blue eyeshadow though haha

Sister MJ delivered Valerie with sister E 😭omg rip😭😭

Reggie has the plant in his bed my heart again ah it hurts

Sister Winifred is HYPE af that Dr Turner asked her aww

I used to think she was annoying but now I think she’s hilarious and deserves more screen time. Also she has some of the best cringey faces don’t @ me

SHELAGH SINGING AW AND HER BUMP IS SO BIG OMG SO CUTE. SHE LOOKS SO GOOD AND SAYS SHE FEELS SO HEALTHY AND ENERGETIC AND IM SO HAPPY

THEY NEED TO MOVE! BUT WHERE?

YES SHE CAN COME BACK YO WORK

aw Fred and Violet and Reggie

PREGNANT SHELAGH IN HER UNIFORM I LOVE IT😭why does this fictional pregnancy make me so happy? It’s actually horrible af I’m more excited for this fictional character to give birth than for my cousin - she’s the first grandkid to have a baby and I’m like “oh cool” 😂

I’m also so glad when shelagh interacts with other main/recurring characters

When am I getting a cute scene with Shelagh and the nurses?

Oh no Reggie got locked out, but that was such an honest mistake, like you know how many times I’ve been locked out my apartment in nyc?? too many

What is this toothbrush song though? Lol it’s gonna get stuck in my head

Sister Winifred is in her element haha, even Trixie scolding her and she doesn’t even care she’s enjoying herself

Tell ’ em trix

Alright .. this dentist is hella attractive😍 not gonna lie

Doesn’t mean I’ll like him though lmaoo

Fuck yea Trixie, you gotta get your work done

“No one likes dentists” I love u Beatrix

 There’s been a few “that’s what she said” opportunities but i don’t think it’s appropriate to mention😂 whoops sorry for the dirty mind

Those boys need punched in the face

I’ll knock them tf out. It really makes me upset

Reggie looking for his mum, so heartbreaking  

I don’t mind the dentist but I get that nervous about the doctors so I feel, I’ve legit had such a bad fear of hospitals/doctors offices ever since I was young

“Your lady wife” lol I love sister MJ

shit all her teeth gotta go, how do your teeth even get like that geez?

SHELAGH LOOKING ANGELIC 😍

& the mystery is solved! She was looking at a billboard for new houses 😭

Sister MJ and Reggie is sweet

“I’m happy, but now my mums angry” Aw Reggie with Violet 😭💔

SISTER WINIFRED WATCHING PHYLLIS HARD 😂 when is she gonna ask to learn ?

Ugh there’s been little of Phyllis this episode I’m a little sad but she’s still a gem in the little time she’s on screen

Aw Dito Reggie at the funeral 💔 dios te cuide

“No harm in looking” shit there is going to be

fuck I’m not ready

Yes Dockerill isn’t Trixie a dream?

Shelagh is legit just looking in the paper & I’m still praising her😭 her dress is also pretty!

I just really love Laura Main sorry not sorry she’s a gift to us all

those teeth are disgusting

do you think they’re plastic? They look real af

LMAO THE ANESTHESIA HAS HER LOOPY AF. I’d say something else but I don’t wanna be judged 😂

“I find two opinions are better than one, particularly if one is mine” I LOVE U SISTER MJ

shit it’s going to get real omg

no don’t send Reggie here 😭 if they do I swear Ima flip

No one invited u Dockerill, but alright we shall see

SISTER MARY CYNTHIA OMG 💔💔

MY HEART IS BROKEN, I AM CRYING

SISTER MJ IS RIGHT 😪😪😪

Trixie is a gem. Helen George is also a gift to us all

Her baby is so adorable 😭

NO ELECTROSHOCK NO

this has me so fucked up, I remember this shit in mad men. The world seems like shit these days but you can’t deny we have made some improvements

holy shit this is too much but bryonny hannah deserves an award for her portrayal of mental illness

Yes Fred don’t send him 😭

Fred and Reggie in matching overalls>

wait what is Shelagh cutting out?

SISTER JULIENNE BRING SISTER MARY CYNTHIA HOME 😭😭

SISTER W BOUTTA BE RIDING DIRTY #LETSGETIT1962

Still not over Shelagh’s tummy in her nursing uniform 💕but I guess that’s the place written in the paper that she cut

Dinner for 2 👀

”My name is Beatrix, but people call me Trixie“ MY HEART, SHE SAID THAT AT AA, MY BBY HAS COME SO FAR

She still doesn’t need a man, but This could be good. I’m giving it a chance. Plus Christopher’s handsome and seems to know Trixie doesn’t play games or take any shit

PHYLLIS TEACHING SISTER WINIFRIED IS THE GREATEST THING IM HERE FOR IT

aren’t we glad the wicked bitch of the east end aka sister Ursula left bc she wouldn’t have “allowed” this

“AUNTIE VI” 💔 I’m crying

SHELAGH AND PATRICK FOUND A HOUSE OMG😭💕 also she looks so beautiful!! I’m so happy

THIS IS WHAT I LOVE. THE TURNERS HAPPY AND UNBOTHERED 😭💖 Protect them at all costs. Protect all my bbys at all costs.

But also where tf is this house? How far from everything? & rip to the og flat

“And so we let go of the hands, but not their hearts. Of the need to be needed but not the need to love” Vanessa always knows what to say

Aw the Turners again💕

Trixie slaying my life in that gold dress I’m shook 😍

For real I say it all the time but if I could be half as beautiful as Helen I’d die

Lol “if it’s French they’ll serve snails” I had escargot when I went to the French** Riviera (haha almost spelled Rivera which is my abulea’s last name) it Wasn’t that bad though! 😂 I felt classy tbh

Trixie and Babs getting ready for their dates together, I love it!! 💕

That car though! Alright Christopher I see u

Violet growing the plants omg she got so attached but like me too 😭

This was such a great episode but the feels 😭😭😭💖💔💔 brb I’m crying

Preview for next week

BRING SISTER MARY CYNTHIA HOME 2k17 / 1962 !! 💔

FGM is gonna be real shit

Trixie serving more looks!! She better not be doubting herself. bby u deserve the world

CUBAN MISSLE CRISIS! I’m a history geek & Im American so I’m here for it! Especially since I’m an education major

“We’re all going to hell in a handcart” STILL RELATABLE IN 2017 BABS

Trixie’s face is like “okay Barbara shut tf up ”!😂

Oh shit why pull the ambulance over??

UGH NOW THE LONG WEEK WAIT