#maureen tag

[cherryjuicegf]

we can make sorceressexual yen a thing ok. she kissed triss FOR SURE, also fringy, and sabrina. that's just growing up together and bonding aretuza style <3

but then you add keira and phil and marti and and -

yen kissed them all i know it 😌

aretuza is the equivalent of the all-girl religious summer camps actually

[tailoredshirt]

hello! mwah <3

hiiiiiiiiii <3

[abigaillazaar]

shh you still have talent and skill !!!! loads and loads of it <3

stop omg ty maureen 🥺 that means so much to me 🫶🏻

[zxmbigirlfriend]

stuilly week day 1- au

i will take literally any excuse to draw gross evil lesbians. if only i could draw them the whole week💔💔

[midchelle]

In the audience during Bob Dylan's concert at the Isle of Wight Festival: Pattie Boyd, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Maureen Starkey, John Lennon, and Yoko Ono | August 31, 1969 © Jeffrey Mayer

[folsaeure]

it's a scream babey — no blood vers under cut

[kald-dal-write]

How to explain to strangers the longest piece of writing I've ever done is about a character with like 7 mentions in a book and their canon name is "Junkie 1"

[applesaucesims]

After the ceremony, the party made their way into the old animal shed that had been made up for the wedding to seat all the guests for the reception. As a welcome, tea was served to the adults, accompanied by some freshly baked macarons for all tables.

Despite the sweet treats, the children's table was still overcome with boredom, especially due to the awkwardness of sitting together with the cousin-in-laws they had only just met. It was sort of understood that Louis was going to have an eye over them, due to his age, but he would rather have been anywhere else than look after the grumpy girls and toddler around his table.

While most adults were sat with their family, Judy had decided to stay with her nursing school friends, catching up with whatever drama was going on with any former classmates they were still keeping in touch with.

As teacups were starting to empty, Judy stood up from her chair to uncover the food that was waiting on a buffet table. Preferring a private conversation over one in the bigger group, Niall decided to follow his sister into the small side room, as soon as he noticed the movement in the corner of his eye. Good wishes for her marriage were in order, and this was as good a time is it got.

Niall awkwardly stood behind his sister, as she was uncovering the last of the plates, but she quickly turned to him, once he made his presence known. After all these years, the two were still very close, and Judy happily pulled her brother into a hug to thank him for his well-wishes.

Judy wanted to use the opportunity to catch up, too, and Niall made use of it, as he started rambling on about his life as a father of four and the subsequent worries. Of course, Judy did not mind listening to her brother's woes. She had really been doing it ever since they were children. And most of all, she was always there to give him advice as much as she could, or at least try to cheer him up.

In fact, with her help, a sincere smile of hope started growing on Niall's face. There was always room for improvement, and any step towards it would get him closer to it, too, as Judy made sure to remind him.

[TRANSCRIPT]

Judy: "I've gotta go check on the entrées, girls. Don't dig up gossip without me!"

Niall: "Excuse me, I'll just go give Judy my proper congrats."

...

Niall: *clears throat* "I haven't had the chance, yet, but... Congratulations on your union!"

Judy: "Oh, don't worry about it. I saw your happy tears! Now come and give your sister a hug!"

Niall: *laughs* "Of course, Jude."

Judy: "Enough about me, starting to get tired of that. How are you doing?"

Niall: "Well, I guess things are going better. Bonding with the children comes a lot easier to me now. Though Emma's much closer with them than I am. I just don't see them as often as she does. And I'm not sure I can ever properly repair things with Louis. I wasn't the best father to him, though I try to be."

Judy: "Hey, it's gonna be alright, Ni. Trying is already a big step forward. And you've not taken a look at the champagne, yet, so there's that."

Judy: "You know I'm proud of you, right?"

Niall: "I appreciate it."

[dooweeedooguy]

I love how this Dalek is grunting whilst it's tryna get out of the sand roflll

Doctor Who, Season 2: The Chase, Part 2

[val-zilla]

a true 60s it girl in my heart

[gloriousmonsters]

feel like if he's learned it already Angel had a least a moment after realizing Vox has mind control/influencing powers of being like 'wait so did he/is he using them on Valentino?'

this could go in a crunchier or angstier direction but honestly i'm just thinking about Angel experiencing a kind of epiphanic relief due to finally finding an explanation for why his boyfriendmanager went insane for a solid 7.5 who sounds like a used car salesman

[cherryjuicegf]

sorry for spamming your inbox today and yesterday but

she is literally 🧍‍♀️

SHE IS 🧍🏻‍♀️

[tailoredshirt]

Happy Valentine's day my dear, may your day be good and filled with cat snuggles, remember to be kind to yourself, ily meow and forever 😘💙💕✨💛🎀💞😍💚💘💌

Replying so late, but ty Maureen! :*

[abigaillazaar]

happy birthday lovely!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 may all your wishes come true 😘 hope you had a wonderful day (as wonderful as you are, which is very!) 💜💙💚💛🧡

thank you maureen!!!!! <333 love you so much i hope you’re doing well

[someofitwastrue]

CATHERINE REITMAN AS MAUREEN PONDEROSA IN IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA

The Maureen Ponderosa Wedding Massacre (08.03)

[therealslimshakespeare]

Last Line Game:

thanks for the tag, sweet @latibvles , such fun to get to share, thanks for thinking of me. Tagging anybody who wants to join in! No pressure tags: @b17boys @blakelysco-pilot @whirlpool-blogs @stereobone @arabellasleopardcoat @prompted-wordsmith @crazymadpassionatelove @steph-speaks

Gale doesn’t know what to make of owning part of Wyoming. He supposes he’s glad it’s Stan’s portion, distasteful and unimpressive as his own father’s knack for unemployment was, it served to leave Gale unburdened by just about anything that had once belonged to him. Somewhere around here there was a house his mama lived in, and Gale suspected that she had worked and paid for a portion of it, and when she died the parts she hadn’t paid for would get called in by the bank and Gale would let them. But now he owns Stan’s place, his mine and his little lodge and it’s the only place he recalls really enjoying his childhood without bracing for the shoe to drop. Weekends spent endlessly happy and healthy and well worked but treated right. It’s where he learned to horse braid hair; the sweet thought makes his eyes flit away from the jet bridge glass and the pelting rain against it to Maureen who stands at his elbow with her auburn hair grown long and thin at the ends, braided by him this morning.

“I told you that you’d be cold.” he reminds her as she makes a valiant showing of bouncing on her heels and keeping her teeth from chattering, it’s late August and the nights and early mornings in Wyoming get downright chilly and she, having fallen in love with the freedom of this first stateside week, is wearing shorts.

Gale had never seen Maureen in shorts. He’d about melted to the floor at the sight of her in them when she came out of their hotel room this morning. Wide collared plaid shirt tucked into the white little things, her waist was too thin and her legs a little wane but she remained every inch the technicolor stunner he first remembered from basic ages ago. He supposed after his reception of them he couldn’t expect her to heed him when he tried to send her back to don some slacks or stockings. She’d enjoyed crossing and recrossing her scantily clad legs all flight and Gale had enjoyed watching her at it instead of thinking about how very little he cared about anything that might lie ahead of him. For that selfless service alone he shook off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, the old leather up next to her face a very familiar right and wrong all at once.

“Can we drive in this?” she asks him about the waning storm. He wonders what she fixates on to forget. To forget about her mother and the papers and her fractured mind. What part of him, what act, what sanity-inducing assurance has his broken ass possibly supplied her that she’s still here and she’s determined to remain and he can ignore her except for her legs for an entire six hours of flight hops and she remains and is what he needs.

“Reckon so.” he answers her mildly. What was the worst that could come of trying? It felt stupid to wait for water to pass when they’d flown through what they had.

“Then let’s.” she suggests.