#and val making the scrunchy face >_<

[chaoticghostgremlin]

velvette snez hc pls?

Sure why not !!

Vel/vette sneeze headcanon !

-Vel is allergic to dogs because I said so. V/al and V/ox are bad and like to bring stray animals into the apartment

-Vel never sneezes just once. At least three times like "hnx'gh hnx't hnx'cheww" . She mostly stifles into her elbow politely but sometimes there's a girly "cheww" at the end when she can't control them

-Val blesses her "Salud, doll" "Salud Vel", but he's annoying and doesn't wait for her to finish so he blesses each sneeze and it makes Vel say "w-wait I'm n-not heh-?? Done" .

-Vel/Vette is a blesser. "Damn you! " She'll say after one or two then she'll add "Satan damn you" if it's more. She notices when Vo/x tries to sneeze silently by noticing his screen glitching . She shouts "damn you!!" At Vo/x which makes him so embaressed. She says "Salud" to Val to personalize her blessings towards him.

-She sometimes let's her sneezes out into her elbow and sounds like "heh'cheww" if she wants attention. Especially during meetings to piss Carmi/lla off .

-Vel also does the one finger "wait" thing and fans her face when her sneeze is stuck

-Vel is photic and can help along sneezes by staring at light . This backfires sometimes if flash is on during pictures . Va/l has a few pictures saved of his doll's adorable scrunchy pre sneeze face. Shed kill V/al if he posted them

-Has a secret motherly streak for her Ve/es. Often babying the men when they get ill. Always has tissues in her purse in case she or her two boyfriends need some. Val gets nasty dramatic random fits and she gives in and babies him

-Very obvious when shes about to sneeze and can't hide it. Her face scrunches up and her nose twitches, her eyelashes flutter and there's an audible build up "heh? Hah??- ah??- heh heh " .

-She sometimes whimpers or sighs dramatically after a fit

-Vel is sensitive to fur and feathers so those would never be included in her fashion lines. There was one incident on set and that was enough for her to ban them.

-Vel is allergic to cheap perfume . She says it's because even her nose only likes high end expensive things. She gets rashes if she wears cheap jewelery with nickel/cheap metal so it has to be real gold hypoallergenic stuff , even her skin is boujie .

-She almost always excuses herself

-Carries a handkerchief and has a thermos of tea when she's ill

-Is very whiny and will end up in a Vo/x / Va/l cuddle sandwich. She mostly gets sick from Va/I not covering his fucking mouth.

( I had to much fun with this)

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Meet The A-Lister Girls!💖

Meet my take on the A-Lister Trio, Paulina Sanchez💖, Star Anderson⭐️ and Valerie Gray🔻

When I was making the A-Lister Girls, my main focus was to make them look like modern popular girls. Radiate the energy such as mean girls and The Heather's! On top of the schools social pyramid and food chain and showing it!

A while back when I asked a friend @wsoupofpain on what she thought of some of my redesigns(which included Paulina and Val, this before I made Star) she pointed out their color schemes are very monochrome(using mainly one color), showing they're from the same group(A-Listers)! To be completely honest I didn't realize until that was pointed out but I'm glad I designed them that way and it made me consider a lot more when making Star.

A-Lister Similarities:

Monochromatic colors along with white and gold accents to show off dazzle✨️💎

Flashy and feminine fashion✨️👗

Fairly long hair. It's not really a requirement to be an A-Lister, but usually they're sporting long hair.

Accesories(usually golden colored). Necklace, braceket, earrings etc.

White shoes, with perhaps some colored accents.

A little triangle cut on their bottom wear.

Wearing necklaces that has their names(Paulina and Val having their first initials, Star wearing a literal star).

Makeup and nail polish💄💅

Paulina out of them all is def the flashiest as she's the Queen Bee and dresses up to that. Wearing vibrant, strong pinks with the only contrast being her white boots and golden accesories. She makes sure the spotlights on her the most!

Star, while not as flashy, shares a lot of her style and tastes. Such as similar hooped bracelets, shiny hair and exposed bra strap. She even has a beauty mark like her!

Valerie on the other hand, her fashions def more relaxed and casual, more on the sporty side compared to them and unlike their shirts, her bra strap isn't exposed, she also doesn't bare the slight midriff they have.

She wears not just yellow, but also orange, and even a bit of purplish pink for her lips and nail polish(to show her once being friends with Paulina).

Her accesories are also not as dangly, sporting small hoops, studs, a smart watch and on the other hand, wearing two scrunchies as to not interfere with her activities.

Instead of flats or heeled shoes, she wears sports sneakers with yellow and gray colors.

Doesn't have bangs, rather she wears a bandana as to keep her hair out of her face and sporting scruchies for when she'd want to put her hair back more.

She's also not wearing eyeshadow like they are.

Shows while Val has accustomed her fashion to fit with the A-lister's aesthetic by keeping with certain colors and looking flashy, she also hasn't fully conformed into the specific style Star and especially Paulina have. A subtle foreshadow of her eventually no longer being an A-Lister.

What do u think? How would u design the A-Listers? I'd love to know💖

[hazbin-college]

The V’s

“Vox! Val!” The shout rang down the hallway from the living room, tone scolding and aggravated “get your asses out here now!”

It didn’t take long for the two other residents to come out of their own respective rooms. Vox in his causal oversized clothes, curly hair a mess atop his head.

While Valentino was already dressed in pajamas, silky shorts that barely covered what they needed and a half hanging off similar materiel shirt. His longer pink hair tied back loosely with a scrunchy

“What?? I was studying” Vox scowled, his arms crossing while he looked down towards his much shorter roommate. Who was holding a pair of pants. Hey, that kind of looked like his pants-

He wasn’t able to finish that thought before the pants were chucked at his face, causing him to stumble back

“For god’s sake you own a laundry basket!” Velvette snapped, her nose scrunching “want to know where I found that? Not the laundry! Or even in your room! If you two can’t keep your fuckin pants on while you’re sucking face on the couch at least bring a fucking hamper out here! I don’t want your crusty over used, under washed, jizz covered pants on the fucking floor!” Her voice only rose in volume the longer she ranted, taking a much needed gulp of air after she stopped, but otherwise looking completely composed.

“Ooooh, you’re in trouble~” Val purred towards Vox, wiggling his fingers at him. But the vocalization merely got hazel eyes snapped towards him. And he immediately shut his mouth

“And. You.” Vel growled, pointing an accusatory finger at the much too tall man “just because you leave less piss stained clothes behind doesn’t mean you’re off the hook!” She narrowed her eyes. Before pointing towards the kitchen “you need to wash your fucking dishes! Just because I’m the only one who knows how to be reasonably clean in this house does not mean I’m your fucking housewife. Every time I see a fucking three day old plate in that sink you dumped in from your room, I will break one of your precious decorative weapons and put the broken fucking plastic in your lube” she sneered. A low satisfaction warming her chest at the way Val’s eyes widened. Her threats were never empty. She would do it.

“Now that we have that out of the way” she says, taking a calming breath “next time you both decided to have a bang sesh. Either do it when I’m out. Or do it quietly. I don’t need to hear Val moaning for his daddy at three AM when I’m studying for an exam. Next time I hear it, I’m recording and posting it” she gave a patronizing grin after she finished speaking, crossing her arms over her chest “any questions?”

“Uh, yeah. How come you get to make all the rules. You aren’t the landlord” Vox scoffed, waving Velvette off “I pay my portion of rent I should be able to leave my pants where I fucking want”

Velvette’s eye twitched. She could not stand living with these two idiots. She clasped her hands together in front of her “okay! Guess I’ll start rubbing my bare ass all over your bed and leaving my dirty fucking tampons on the floor. How does that sound smartass?”

“Gross! What the fuck Vel!” Valentino piped up this time, scrunching his nose

“Yeah, that’s not the same. Keep your gross girl shit to yourself” Vox huffed, rolling his eyes

“I swear to god I’m going to shit in your fucking coffee” Vel could feel her very limited patience growing thinner, her glare narrowing towards Vox “I’m going to say this in a very simple way” she started, folding her hands together and taking a step closer to Vox “next time I find any of your clothes out of your room. I’m burning them. And then bringing the ashes back here and rubbing it in your fuckin eyes” she took another breath, pinching the bridge if her nose “god why did I agree to room with two fucking dudes you both are so disgusting” she muttered to herself.

She spun around on her heel before either could say anything, throwing a hand up “I’m going out! Your boy toy Angel posted on his insta about a party tonight. I expect the place to be fucking clean when I’m back, later fuckers!” She threw up a middle finger for good measure, slamming the door closed behind her

The two boys were left standing in the living room, glancing at each other before towards whatever mess might be around the living space

“…. We should probably do what she says” Vox piped up

“Yeah I really don’t want my next hookup to be ruined by plastic in the lube” Val shivered at the idea, moving to start picking up the mess he had definitely left in the kitchen earlier that day.

[booasaur]

Amar a Muerte - 1x86 - requested by anonymous

[staygoldwriting]

Spa Night

Summary: You and Max are having a spa night sleepover, and Eddie joins you 💚

Word count: ~1k

A/N: I love the trend/trope of Eddie getting locked out of his trailer, so I decided to turn up the fluff! This can be read as a platonic or romantic relationship with Eddie 🤗 Enjoy!!! 

“Now apply the mask generously to the face, making sure to avoid the eye and mouth area.”

Max was sitting on your bathroom vanity as you two applied bright green face masks. Since you two were neighbors, you often hung out, and you all decided to spend tonight having a classic sleepover. Max was like the little sister you always wanted, and when you first moved to Hawkins, you two became inseparable.

“How do I look?” Max asked you, giggling with the mask in the shape of a beard and mustache.

“Most distinguished,” you said, mask around your eyes like glasses. 

“So, what’s the goal with this mask?” 

“I think it’s to brighten your skin. Who knows. Why, do you want to look all shiny and beautiful for your date with Lucas tomorrow?” you teased. 

“Stop it,” she smiled, then you both heard a knock. 

“Do you think that’s the pizza?” she asked.

“It’s a little early,” you said. “It’s only 6:30. Let me go check.”

“Okay, don’t scare the delivery person!”

“I’ll try not to,” you laughed, adjusting your headband to keep your hair out of your face.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to see Eddie standing there instead of a stack of pizzas. He looked tired and a little down-in-the-dumps, but when he saw your bright green face, fuzzy purple headband, and Care Bear pajamas, he burst out laughing.

“You’re not pizza,” you groaned.

“And you’re not Y/N!” he laughed, then grabbed your shoulders, shaking you. “What have you done with Y/N, E.T.?”

“E.T. isn’t even green,” you sassed him. “What’s up, though?”

“I got locked out of my trailer, and my uncle won’t be home for a couple hours. Can I stay with you please?”

“What’s taking the pizza guy so long?” Max called as she stepped out, freezing when she saw Eddie.

“There’s two of them!” Eddie fake-screamed. 

“He’s locked out,” you told Max, rolling your eyes at Eddie. “Should we let him join?” you asked her playfully. In reality, you’d never reject Eddie.

“Hmm,” she said, tapping a green finger to her face. “Alright, but you have to put a mask on too!” 

“This green muck?” he asked, staring at your faces. You nodded excitedly as you grabbed his hand, pulling him into your trailer and to the bathroom.

“First, we need to put your hair in a headband so we don’t get any muck in it,” you said, grabbing a lime green headband and matching scrunchie and holding it out to him.

“Can you do it please?” Eddie asked. “If you’re going to force me to do this stuff, I might as well be pampered.”

You sighed as you slipped the headband over his head and pushed his hair out of the way. 

“Aw, you’re so pretty, Eddie,” Max cooed.

“Thank you, I know,” Eddie replied, posing for her. You then tied his hair into a ponytail with the scrunchie.

“I’m guessing you want me to put the mask on too?” you asked.

“Yes please,” he said, closing his eyes and pointing his face toward you. 

“Okay, it might be cold,” you said as you put some on his nose. Soon enough, his whole face was covered, and the three of you looked at yourselves in the mirror.

“We’re hot,” you said, making the others laugh. 

💚

“Okay, Eddie,” Max said, mask cracked and a mouth full of pizza. “According to Tiger Beat, your teen heartthrob match is Rob Lowe, Y/N, yours is Patrick Swayze, and mine is Val Kilmer!”

“Ooo!” Eddie fake-squealed. 

“Hey, they’re cute!” you argued. 

“So, what’re we gonna do next?” Max asked, closing the magazine. 

“We could watch a movie, do our nails, prank call people,” you suggested. 

“Let’s watch a movie,” she said. “But first, I’m going to rinse my face!”

As Max rinsed her face in the bathroom, you and Eddie cleaned up some pizza boxes. Your faces were clean, but Eddie still had his scrunchie and headband on. You smiled as you looked at him, making him eye you suspiciously.

“What is it?” he asked.

“You just look so… limey,” you giggled, making him hit you playfully with a pillow.

“You look like a grape,” he said, pointing to your purple hair set. “Speaking of, do you have any grape soda?”

“Yeah, but I also bought some root beer and ice cream for floats, so don’t fill up on grape soda!” you scolded.

“Yes ma’am!” he said, saluting you. 

“Movie’s all ready!” Max called from the couch. 

As you all joined Max, she opened a big blanket and spread it across your legs. As the night went on, you ended up leaning on each other, you on Eddie and Max on you, all eating root beer floats and laughing at the movie. When it ended, Eddie peeked out the window to see that Wayne was finally home.

“Girls, it has been lovely, but I think that’s my cue,” he said, pointing to his now-unlocked trailer. “Thank you for letting me crash your sleepover for a bit,” he smiled, holding his arms out. 

“Of course, thanks for being a good sport,” you smiled, hugging him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Feel free to come over any time for another spa night.”

“For sure, it was fun,” Max smiled, then joined your hug. 

“You know, Munson, you’re not all that bad,” she smirked, looking up at him.

“You either, Mayfield,” he smirked back. “L/N’s got some work, but we love her anyway.” 

“We sure do.”

“I love you weirdos, too.”

💚

Eddie regretfully walked back to his trailer, but was happy to see Wayne at the table, eating some cereal and reading the newspaper.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked Eddie.

“I was at Y/N’s,” he explained. “I got locked out, so I crashed there for a bit.”

“I see,” Wayne smiled as Eddie walked to the bathroom. Once he thought Eddie was out of earshot, Wayne chuckled to himself.

“I guess she forgot about that spare key I gave her a week ago.”

✨

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[penig]

Sorry if you've been asked this before but how did you make and what inspired your Sims from WideSpot? Did you create them in game? Or in bodyshop? What made you go for a more wacky look? Thank you :)

The Widespot sims look wacky because that’s the way I make sims. I’m not great at facial recognition even in humans; in sims I want distinctive features so I always know who I’m looking at, even in the backgrounds of community lots, and don’t have to give everybody unique hair or clothing. If you want nuance, you work in bodyshop, but if you want cartoony (and recessive genes, and accurate offspring), you work in CAS, so that’s where I made them.

Insofar as I had any sort of reputation in the simming community prior to making Widespot, it was on MTS where I was known for creating “ugly” sims. Many of the sims declared ugly by other simmers looked fine or even attractive to me, so this never bothered me - ugly is in the heart of the beholder, as my sig over there says. The Drama Acres sims who were the foundation of my rep were a bit extreme because when I was creating them I was still experimenting with CAS (which had some unfortunate affects in offspring; shortening and lengthening the face, specifically, often creates difficulties in the eyes of later generations), so I considered dialing back a bit in Widespot; but if you’ve got a brand you’ve got to play to that brand and anyone who knew me at all at that time would presumably be disappointed if I filled the neighborhood with conventionally attractive sims.

 So in creating the elders I made faces as if I was creating for myself, got them where I liked them, then picked out the most extreme feature on each face and retracted it one or two clicks closer to the center. I then bred them in CAS to create the adults, teens, and children. When making offspring, I ran through the pacifier choosing sims I thought would be more pleasing than other options, but more than once I saw a face that just Did It for me, and I kept those. Knowing that the Harts would have the most offspring I deliberately chose more conventionally “pretty” templates and features, but even there I gave Val’s face more “feminine” characteristics and Angel more “masculine” ones just to mix things up a bit. 

I have been pleased to find that the most extreme feature I gave the Harts, The Nose, is also the one that breeds truest! I have also been pleased to find that many players find sims attractive who I thought would be reviled more, and that plastic surgery on them has been very rare. When I saw Virginia’s face in particular, I thought “Nobody but me’ll like that but she’s adorable,” and I rejoice to find that I was wrong - many, many players have also found her scrunchy little face adorable.

[weshallc]

BERNS NIGHT (Revisited) 

Call the Midwife AU Crown Jewels fic (this one actually has Bernie in! She must have been in panto or something in January missed a few chapters)

CHAPTER FOUR: There In Thy Scanty Mantle Clad.

“There, in Thy Scanty Mantle Clad, Thy Snawie Bosom Sunward Spread.” To a Mountain Daisy by Robert Burns 1786

"I Hear Your Footsteps in the Streets, it Won't Be Long Until We Meet. It's Obvious." Oblivious by Aztec Camera 1983

 “Ouch, be careful!”

“Well stand still, Paddy,” Trixie scolded, “and I won’t accidentally prick you.”

“Is this really necessary?” whined the publican, not for the first time that hour.

“You want it the right length, don’t you?” admonished the determined dressmaker.

“That’s too short.” Paddy grumbled, swaying unsteadily on the rickety foot stool.

“No, it’s not.”

Patsy interrupted the squabbling confirming the kilt should hang from the top of the hip and finish at the top of the knee.

“This one is too high.” Paddy fiddled with the waistband.

“No, it’s not! It sits at the navel.” Getting up from her knees, Trixie playfully poked Paddy in the belly button.

The temporary male model wasn’t amused, and Delia felt some sympathy. “Right Doc, take it off now, so Chummy can alter it.”

Paddy hopped off the footstool, the green and blue checked woollen garment swaying around his thighs. He grabbed his jeans and headed out of Patsy’s studio towards the downstairs loo. Patsy, Delia and Trixie didn’t wait until he had closed the door behind him before they burst into giggles.

 Saturday 25th January 2020

Bernie wouldn’t want anyone to accuse her of being ungrateful, but she would have much rather spent her birthday at work. To be back in Poplar-on-Tweaven working behind the bar with Paddy rather than traipsing around Newcastle city centre with Trixie.

Saturday’s were usually fun at the Crown. Sundays you could always predict to be busy, due to the temptation of Violet’s Sunday lunches and the let’s have a nice day in the country crowd. Saturday’s were more unpredictable a lot depending on whether there was a match on. The football crowd had made Bernie nervous at first, but she had taken her lead from Val, who seemed to know the right mix between flirting and being one of the lads. She even surprised herself with her knowledge of the offside-rule and recognising a few players when they came in during the off-season.

“So, what about this one?” Trixie’s irritated voice broke through Bernie’s wistfulness. They were standing in Fenwick’s department store. Her friend was holding up a black mini dress bearing a large faint gold and red criss-cross pattern.

“Isn’t it a bit tartanie?” Bernie screwed up her nose.

Trixie tried very hard not to give anything away. “What’s wrong with tartan, your Scottish, don’t you just love tartan?”

Bernie bit her lip and tried to keep a level of calmness in her voice, “I am not that kinda Scottish.”

Trixie clanged the hanger back onto the rail in frustration. Bernie felt a twinge of guilt for exasperating her well-meaning friend.

“I will probably just wear my good jeans and a sparkly top, Trixie.” Bernie tried to reassure, with little success.

“But, Paddy is taking you out somewhere nice tonight, surely you want to look the part?”

Bernie took a deep breath, “The part?...the part of Paddy’s date! I am thinking jeans and a nice wee top will do just fine, Trixie.”

 It was several hours later, Bernie was looking at herself in the oak Cheval mirror in the corner of her bedroom. The little black dress with the red and gold criss-crosses did look quite nice on and it did have pockets, so that was a bonus. She heaved up her 40 denier black tights one last time. Why did they never make the small, small enough? She smiled, knowing if Chummy were in the room she would ask why they didn’t make extra large, extra enough.

A frown reflected back at her as she fiddled with her hair. Trixie had insisted on styling it with a mountain of product she had brought back from Boots. As a result, it now seemed to flick out in all directions. The would-be stylist had been very pleased with the finished article, and Bernie had smiled and made positive noises. She really wanted to put a brush through it and tie it back in a scrunchie like she did most days. Trixie’s sixth sense clicked in and she growled, “Leave it.”

They set out, tottering the short distance from Bernie’s cottage to the Crown Inn. Arm-in-arm, more for stability than out of friendship. Trixie in nine months of living just outside of Poplar had still not mastered walking on cobbles in heels. Bernie more used to ankle boots and trainers had let Trixie talk her into buying a pair of black below-the-knee boots in the January sales. Until today, the labels hadn’t been removed. She was convinced the young saleswoman and her friend had been in collusion. Eventually the overwhelming smell of leather, shoe polish and sweaty feet on an empty stomach had rendered the usually stubborn Bernie vulnerable. Well-honed sales techniques and Trixie’s promise of a Greggs’ vegan sausage roll to offset the purchase of leather eventually triumphed. These boots were definitely not made for walking, Bernie decided. She was however glad of the extra fabric as the north wind whistled around her shorter than usual hem line.

As if sensing her friend's awkwardness, Trixie squeezed her arm a little more tightly. “You look amazing, just don’t scuff those killer, fuck-me boots on the cobbles.”

This warning unsurprisingly had the opposite effect than intended, as Bernie stuttered to an abrupt halt and dropped her friend's arm.

“What?” Bernie shrieked in horror. Trixie grabbed back hold of her stabilizer and dragged her along, laughing so infectiously that Bernie couldn’t help but succumb.

“Why are you so tarted up anyway for a night in the Crown?”

“It’s your birthday and I thought you would be having a drink before heading off with Paddy. Just because it is a country pub doesn’t mean everyone has to always wear wellies and a jumper with a hole in it.”

Bernie’s mock indignation at Trixie’s jibe resulted in a snort as she tried to hold in a laugh. They were still sniggering as Trixie lunged forward and steadied herself by slapping her hand heavily against the inn’s bay window. She pulled herself up and then slapped her hand against the window one more time. Bernie, who was still giggling, just shrugged at her friend's clumsy behaviour.

“Bit slippy there, have to tell Paddy about that.” Trixie straightened up and smiled nervously.

“OK.” Bernie nodded somewhat bemused as she pushed open the large wooden doors of the old inn.

 Bernie later couldn’t recall if it was her eyes that first alerted her that something was different; the darkness giving the game away. Or it could have been her ears as they picked up the deep drone of the bagpipes. Maybe it was neither. Her skin tingling with goosebumps was more than likely the first sign that all was not as it should be.

After that initial physical reaction, her mind seemed to give up trying to make any sense of anything. It all became a blur. She remembered Trixie pushing her in the back and into the bar and placing something around her shoulders. There had definitely been cheering and then a very tuneless rendition of Happy Birthday accompanied by the bagpipes and a small band.

The pipes - bashful Kevin and his wee dog. At first she had thought Paddy or somebody had bought her a pet for her birthday. The poor wee thing was used to sitting and looking cute outside the town hall. Raising a paw every time someone dropped a coin in Kev’s mug. The animal had become a little overwhelmed by the commotion and sheer volume of people. Realizing that the lady who had just come through the door must be somehow responsible for the change in ambience; he could not resist jumping up at the new arrival with great enthusiasm. His owner was horrified, but unsure what was more important; to reprimand his charge or keep playing. Fortunately, the situation was resolved when a large pair of hands gently scooped up the tiny mongrel and calmed him down by whispering in his ear and letting him lick his face.

Bernie remembered Violet telling Reggie to take the excited guest through the back for a biscuit. The commotion had given Bernie time to take it all in, the low lighting, the table centres made up of thistles and blue and purple hyacinths, each with a thick white candle, flames dancing a jig on every table. The black, royal blue and red tartan tablecloths and a larger trestle table covered with a different checked pattern, a lighter blue and green with gold.

Bernie wasn’t given long to take it all in, as she was overwhelmed by hugs and kisses. Mostly from people she knew like the Noakes’, Fred, Jane, Phyllis and Julia along with a few she didn’t know, which was a bit disconcerting. Along with the displays of affection, cards and packages that were also pressed into her. Finding it very difficult to accept all the hugs from her friends and free herself from those who weren’t, Bernie found it impossible to balance all the gifts too. Fortunately Trixie had been prepared for this and took on the role of a lady-in-waiting, as if Bernie had suddenly been crowned the Princess of Poplar. The village's newest resident relished her role as best friend, relieving Bernie of her burdens as swiftly as she received them. Trixie may have had a colourful life, but she did like to be of use.

It was Val who finally rescued her from the wall of wellwishers. Taking Bernie by the hand, she took her behind the bar and up the stairs to the living accommodation. “Are you ready for your present?”

Exasperated by the recent unexpected events and not knowing what to expect next, Bernie just shrugged her shoulders. Secretly she was enjoying the calm of the Turner flat and not being the centre of attention. Val gave her a quick squeeze and told her, “Happy birthday, chick.” Opening the door to Paddy’s living room she added winking,

“You’re welcome.”

[rileyomalley]

I just had this image of Tae making the Hopper scrunchy face when Shar Val first mention her troupe and now I can't stop laughing

were it not for the fact she was paralyzed she probably would have pulled a Hopper punch after charging him LMAO

[voroxpete]

Things I Am Enjoying About Wynonna Earp

- Wynonna being just the worst

- Like, seriously

- She is a trainwreck and I love her

- Ward Earp naming his three daughters Willa, Wynonna and Waverly. Like, seriously?

- Tim Rozon going full bore with his Val Kilmer impersonation

- Wynonna fumbling guns

- Wynonna making that adorable scrunchy face when she's trying to get away with something

- What the fuck is even going on with this show?

- Wynonna punching people

- Someone on the writing staff actually knows what CSIS is???

- Wynonna freaking out over her new motorbike

- Evil hell demons can be gay too

- Waverly smiling

- Waverly being adorable

- Waverly being soft and gay

- Seriously, this show is so gay

- "Your ass is like, top shelf man, it's top shelf."

- Waverly and Nicole

- Waverly being a total dork

- Waverly