#bridget spears

[olympain]

CHILDREN OF EARTH by Russell T Davies

[desastre-fag]

bridget spears i love u u are my light my love my angel my sweet babycakes u are the best thing to happen to the government <33333

[autisticiantojvnes]

[ID: Eight gifs of Torchwood. Lois Habiba is standing confidently in the front of a room which includes Brian Green, the Prime Minister of the UK, and Bridget Spears, Frobisher's PA. They watch her, shocked, as she says: "I'm afraid not, sir. Right now, Captain Jack Harkness, Head of the Torchwood Institute, is in the reception of the MI5 building. So you're going to stand aside, and let him do his job. And deal with the 456. Immediately. And, er... I think that's it." She smiles. End ID]

Torchwood has been recording all these meetings. And everything that’s been said around this table, every single word spoken by every single one of you, will be made public unless you do exactly what Torchwood says. Torchwood’s been destroyed.

[sweetestbit3h]

‧₊˚ Pillow Fight ? ‧₊˚

[sugarhighxoxo]

˚୨୧ Pimp my ride ୨୧˚

[callmeonmyrazr]

happy international women’s day to all of these fabulous icons that raised me!!! 🤩💞

[theendlessnessofbeingme]

Stephanie Brown’s music taste:

[justarandomgirly]

Remember when they tried to tell us they were fat?

[flutter2deceive]

The fact that there are 24 fics in the Camping (TV 2018) fandom tag on ao3, and none of them are Jandice/Harry and are instead all cross-over or OC characters paired with Walt?

Tragic.

Hello?!?! Is anyone else seeing this?!?!

[amostboringblog]

The Prequel to Bridget Jones’ Diary

It’s been a while since I last entered the right password on Tumblr wrote something worthwhile. Since then, I have:

Become a full-fledged vegetarian (for the most part, don't judge me)

Quit my job (use ‘em and leave ‘em!)

Unfriended my last remaining friend in the real world

Unsuccessfully joined a make-believe manga-inspired dating app

Not gone on a single date

I’m basically the walking, breathing, socially-challenged inspiration for the inevitable prequel to Bridget Jones’ Diary.

It’s hard to be a vegetarian in this house. Last time I asked mom whether the burger patty on my plate was vegan, she replied with, “Why yes – it’s 100% grass-fed.” Then, in response to my gagging horror, she followed with, “Your grandfather used to eat meat every day and he’s a 94-year-old marathon runner. You can’t even get up before noon.” Fair enough.

Failed vegan adventures aside, it’s interesting how often I keep coming back to this blog whenever I quit a job. Maybe I should rename it to Life Through the Eyes of a Quitter. It has a slight Lifetime Channel ring to it, doesn’t it?

Meanwhile, my dad’s business burnt down, my mom got a job, my sister’s pettiness levels have remained remarkably consistent, and my brother started college. My dad’s workplace catches fire and he keeps hustling while Janet from accounting can't give me the side-eye without making me break into sobs and quit. I would be disappointed in myself, but sleeping in feels too good, #sorrynotsorry.

I have also developed an Instagram crush on several guys who, after relentless stalking, I've found out are at least five years younger than I am. Is this what it feels like to be a cougar in the making? Is there a support group for this? This is not a rhetorical question.

Another way in which I have continued to regress in life—and made my college degree shrink in shame—is this: I signed up for singing classes. That’s right. My dream to successfully lip-sync to Britney’s Oops…I Did It Again will soon be replaced with successfully squeaking to Britney’s Oops…I Did It Again. It all starts with a tiny dream, a small glimmer of hope, and before you know it, you’re getting banned from your favorite karaoke bar. Baby steps, I tell you.

I can tell the next few weeks will not only be life-changing but will dramatically decrease my number of Instagram followers, and I can’t wait to share this unforgettable, very special journey with you all.

Sincerely,

A Quitter.

[unsuredreamer]

Your Heart pt 2

Bridget Hearts 🩷 x fem! reader

Half of it is in the present, making Bridget an adult, but i decided to use Queen of Hearts for her older cruel version

Also, I wrote it overnight, so it might not be that good. Bear with me 😭

"Hey B...you have to eat. Please eat this for me" Ella passed her friend a sandwich, a simple peanut butter-jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off in the shape of a heart. Bridget loved heart-shaped things. It was her signature, her favorite shape, her favorite word, her favorite thing -scratch that- it was not her favorite thing , nor would it be when you existed.

She loved raspberry jam. The sweet yet tart flavor, which reminds her of summer sunshine - bright, vibrant, and refreshing. The fruit possesses a delicate, ephemeral quality that makes it delightful and memorable for the senses. You loved raspberries and she loved how you talked about how 'they are better than strawberries because every raspberry tastes delightful and you'd have to pick a good enough strawberry for it to taste even remotely as good as the one and only fruit'

Now, she feels physically sick at the thought of even looking at the pink colored fruit.

"Come on, my heart, I'm going to teach you how to swim today. I promise not to let go of you ever, okay?" Your bright smile lit up her world as you guided her through the maze of the forest. It was an ordinarily hot day in Auradon, the tree crowns pleasuring you with shadows as the colder than usual water refreshed your bodies.

She loved your Thursday picnics on the hills. With your special pbj's and her basket of pastries. It was sweet as usual,

Why Thursday? She felt bad that no one liked this day of the week, the constantly forgotten day that no one really plans anything for it. Friday's better, and Wednesday is the middle of the week. So you made it your mission to make this day the best of all after seeing her sulking one day about it.

You'd sit and just talk for hours in the sun. Far away enough from your favorite tree for it to not be shielding you from the sunbeams. Her head on your lap, with your hand tangled in her pink locks as you dreamily described every possible shape you could see while looking at the clouds. Her eyes averted from you to the landscape every now and then. It was perfect. The warmth of the biggest star shining on your faces, colliding with the chilly breeze grazing your skin, it was a wonderful mix.

"What are you thinking about, my heart?"

The phrase rolling off your tongue just like a melody, Her name said by you engraved in her memory for good.

"Nothing, really. I'm just enjoying the moment with you. It means a lot"

It truly did mean a lot. A feeling nothing would ever top. The calmness she felt and relief while being with you. You were like an oasis on the desert. A huge blanket she jumped under after a long day. And a warm shower after a heavy, freezing rainstorm. The love bursting from you just made her wish she was the one loved by you forever. She wanted to be the only one your eyes lit upon seeing. Seeking every ounce of touch from you.

The sight of your unconscious body made Bridget shiver and freeze. She fell, her weak knees hitting the blood-stained ground. The once beautiful, white pebbles, turning maroon as the red liquid pooled out of the corpse.

Her hand reaching for yours only for it to vanish into thin air.

"Bridget?" worried Ella placed her hand over her best friends shoulder. "I will leave it here, okay? please eat, i will be back as soon as i can, promise." She placed the sandwich on the bedside table, grabbing all the untouched food she had brought previously. Walking out of the room, she was met with nothing but silence. Not even a hum from the very hurt and broken princess.

A dead body with a spear shot right through the heart. Hazed eyes and this defeated expression, staring longingly into the distance. The white button-up shirt peppered in small hearts growing more and more burgundy.

Ella felt terrible. She couldn't help her friend even if she wanted to. All she could do was to be there and comfort her. At the same time not being able to throw those awful memories of this day from her own head. Watching her bubbly and full of life platonic soulmate completely shut off and become a ghost of a person was truly painful. Those excruciating sobs she tried to cover up so badly at night hurt her heart to the point she herself tried not to let out a waterfall of tears.

"She will be back! I can feel it! I'm not crazy I swear!" Those broken attempts of yells mixed with cries of helpfulness.

Bridget didn't even try to. She only did so in case to not wake other students up. Her burning chest could not let her sleep. Even if she did have some rest, you visiting her in her dreams would only strengthen the feeling. She felt you faltering away from her. She began to forget the sound of your voice and the way you laughed. She could not possibly, she has to remember every single detail of you.

The gut-wrenching pinning in her lungs made her unable to breathe. All she did was lay under her covers, trying to feel the warmth your hands delivered every time you placed them on her body. Delicately on her waist, harshly on her shoulder, gently grabbing her fists, trying to stop her from her madness. Placing them on her cheek, trying to steady her breaths after another panic attack she had gotten from her confidence tumbling down like dominoes thanks to her bullies.

She touched herself in chance she gets the same result, the same sense of someone being there for her like you were. But all she got in return was a deathly cold hand on her skin and the imaginary feeling you were still there to hold her. To brush her hair away when it fell so ungracefully on her face upon baking another batch of cupcakes with you, raspberry cupcakes with the hint of white chocolate, Both flavors going excellent with eachother like you and Bridget once did.

She felt your presence, hugging her so close, so firm from behind, wrapping your arms around her body as if saying you're still there, and you always will be.

But you were not. It was a lie she was very aware of dragging herself into. Hurting herself every day with the false presentation of you walking around her room, smiling from ear to ear, blabering about how you'd make another couple happen, about how it was the perfect match. You were her perfect match, and now she's left alone with only half of her heart. A piece of yours was the only thing of you she had left, beside a hoodie you once had given her.

She was going mad. She stayed in it for days and days only for it to not lose your scent she so desperately wished to keep. But even this would falter eventually.

"B, come on, you have to shower. I promise not to wash the hoodie. It'll be waiting for you after you get out"

She lied, she had to wash the hoodie, it lost its charm and the beautiful smell. Ony giving her the illusion it was still there.

Heck, everything was an illusion. Her head was playing tricks, not even the best magicians could. Her heart fell for them miserably, sinking so low that nothing could ever pick it up and place back where it belonged. It belongs to you.

-

"Mom, Mom? Are you okay?" Worried Red placed her hand on her mothers shoulder. It's been half a year since her and Chloe changed the past. She was getting used to her mother being nicer, more loving. They talked more often, and she felt more comfortable being with her. But it was the first time she had seen her mother in such a state after what she had seen in the past.

The lifeless expression was quickly slapped off the Queens face - replaced by a very gentle smile - upon hearing her daughter speak, her touch sending a wave of shivers throughout her body "Oh yes Red my dear! We should be heading to the family's day dinner now, shall we?"

On the way to Auredon, through the rabbit hole, Red had to keep herself from asking about the woman she so yearned to know more of. She did not want to hurt her mother even more than she already was. It was one thing to lose someone. It was another to lose someone who devoted their whole life to you "I love you, mom,"

The Queen took ahold of her daughters hand smiling lightly, the unexpected words coming out of her mouth made Bridgets chest swell with gratitude "I love you more darling"

"I'm going to say hi to Chloe" Red ran off after giving her mother a side hug. Small gesture, but it made Bridget smile once again.

She loved having her daughter, her little angel. Red was like a small light in her life, someone she grew to care about after all she had been through. She tamed her, just like she used to tame her, the bad thoughts and the voices in her head, the anger and the anxiety.

"Off with his head!" the words echoed through the dining room of the palace.

"But, but Bridget, He is your daughters dad and soon to be ruler of -"

"He's no father to Red, nor will he ever be my husband. I don't need him anymore. Shall I repeat my order?"

She was always bound for this fate. To be this mean, cruel ruler. To go mad. Everyone's mad in Wonderland. It's up to you to decide how mad you're going to be.

But Red was there. To quieten the voices and relieve the pain. She lived for Red, who brought the happiness back into her life. The small bits of it, but nonetheless, she was her greatest accomplishment.

"Bridget!" Her bestfriends voice brought her back from her daydreams. After a very warm hug, she greeted her with yet another smile. Never this bright how it used to be, but still a smile of some kinds.

Her dear husband coming right after her.

The envy she felt forbidding her from sparing even a glance at him.

"We've just been talking with Beast and Belle about the upcoming plans of Mal and Ben, and - how are you B?" Ella stopped after acknowledging her dear best friend, staring at the ground, totally cut off from the world, the old rusty pebbles glistening in the daylight.

"I'm great, Charming, never better!" The pink Queen of Hearts burst out. Was she truly feeling better? Never, only in the comfort of her bed chamber with your blouse tightly clutched in her hands. "You could tell me more about your daughter getting into the advanced fencing group? I heard from Red she's excellent. Oh, and my congratulations on your son finishing up college. It's about time this happened!" she laughed light-heartedly reaching for her necklace, silver necklace with a cherry red glass heart.

Suddenly a crowd of ghasps echoed at the event, terrified royals hang tightly onto their lovers and children upon seeing a human-like posture fly over the sky, loose its every ounce of power left and hit the ground so hard it almost looked like a grenade explosion. As the dirt and small stones fell down, the King stepped up, getting closer to the figure, "Everyone keep calm"

The fallen angel covered was by its huge white wings, resembling those of Icarus, burned down by the sun and worn out presumably from flying too much. The groan it let out was so piercing and full of pain, squeezing every person's heart in sorrow and compassion. Its wings dissappearing in an instant, uncovering a beautiful, goddes-like woman. With wet hair falling imperfectly on her face and her clothes torn apart, loosely hanging off her body. Her bloodied bruised skin mixed with dirt was an excruciating scene to be looking at. Her broken voice let out whimpers and pleads.

"Let's get this creature out of here" Mal, the Queen, ordered, her eyes glowing green upon being alarmed of the potential danger.

"NO!" The Queen of Hearts let out loudly, startling everyone present. Dragging herself closer to the fallen angel, basically running straight to it, she dropped on her knees before her. Bridget's eyes started to water uncontrollably, her heart hammered in her chest as her shaky hand reached out to cup the angels head and place it on her lap. "My love..." she brushed your hair away, smiling from ear to ear. The tears streamed down her face as she finally held you close.

You were there. Alive.

Your eyes fluttered open, your blurred sight coming back to senses "Who are you?" You breathed out upon seeing the pink posture hovering over you "And why do you have my heart?"

[blackbeauty-bby]

intro ୨୧♡

if you’re some old creepy man stay 10 feet back you perv

always looking for new girl blogger friends!! 🤍

𐦍༘⋆ hola my pretty girls my nayme is katie

16 years old

pony boy is ml 🤍

lana makes me feel like a woman

jeff buckley makes me feel wise and electric

britney spears makes me feel forever young

courtney love makes me feel like a broken doll

micheal jackson makes me feel loved

the smiths makes me feel like the 70s

gwen stefani makes me energetic

amy winehouse makes me have a soul

fav girls on film are girl interrupted, but i’m a cheerleader,thirteen,the virgin suicides,

i look up to alana champion, ashley banks,adriana lima, victoria pedretti,emma burney,bridget bardot,pamela anderson,raven symone,britney spears,hayden panettiere list goes on and on girl

born in new york but currently live in tx!!

i live for makeup, 2000s movies,clothes,going out,talking to new people, cute boys, and trying new things! ♡

my fav apps are

tumblr,pinterest, and notion

i spend most time in school!! third year of high school; studying for medical school so i can be the first doctor in my family tree

i like to rot away in my room living a secret life on tumblr and posting cute pictures on my pinterest

main focuses in life are a scholarship to dream university, being popular, doing extra circulars out of school to stand out

i don’t like social media, gossiping about randoms, forgetting,being lazy, rude teenage boys, judgy girls,the idea of change,ugly outfits, drifting from God

i wanna be a teenage girl forever.

me if u evn care

[sweetestbit3h]

[sugarhighxoxo]

🎀🧁🤍🧸

[callmeonmyrazr]

happy valentine’s day!!! xoxo, callmeonmyrazr 💘

[chichirid]

˗ˋˏ hu tao id pack ˎˊ˗

(names, pronouns, titles)

names: agni, april, avril, blaise, blaze, bridget, charlie, chloe, daemon, ember, enzo, evelyn, felicity, hana, hayden, hazel, hestia, huoqiáng, huīyàn, jasper, julia, lachlan, lola, madeline, mateo, meijuan, mengtao, nico, peiling, quinn, ruby, saurona, shen, stefanie, thalia, veronika, vestia, vivika, wendy, xuàn liè, yajin

pronouns: tomb/tombstones, grave/graveyard, butterfly/butterflies, divi/divine, peach/peaches, spi/spirits, coffin/coffins, ritual/rituals, eternal/eternals, blaze/blazes, flame/flames

titles: *prn* who is acquainted with spirits, *prn* who cleanses spirits with flames, *prn* with a blazing spear, *prn* with a fiery glow, *prn* whose scorched flames reach heaven, *prn* who is familiar with familiars, the 77th butterfly, the funeral parlour’s poet, the eccentric mortician, the divine spirit soother, the guide to the afterlife, the ignited butterfly, the fiery moment of bloom, the undertaker hiding in the garden of eternal rest admist spider lilies, the butterfly’s messenger

art by cha_hanare on twitter (x) - https://twitter.com/cha_hanare/status/1770754834330783828