#Emma Bones

[youngfcs]

[ Norwegian Female fcs ] - part 1.

Alisha Boe (1997) - Born in Norway | Somali (father’s side) and Norwegian (mother’s side) descent

Danu Sunt (1995) - Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Sri Lankan (father’s side) descent

Emma Bones (1999) - Born in Norway

Iman Meskini (1997) -  Born in Norway | Norwegian (mother’s side) and Tunisian (father’s side) descent

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996) -  Born in Norway

Kristine Frøseth (1996) - Born in New Jersey, U.S.A. | Norwegian descent

Eili Harboe (1994) - Born in Norway 

Thea Sofie Loch Næss (1996) - Born in Norway

Ulrikke Falch (1996) - Born in Norway

[vintagewarhol]

[soybean-official]

The parts of you that support me

[hauntedbythenarrative]

[stevenrogered]

Book to Screen + the golden trio of iconic quotes come to life

Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton | Bridgerton Inej Ghafa & Kaz Brekker | Shadow and Bone Emma Morley & Dexter Mayhew | One Day

[blondie-drawings]

[clusterbuck]

oh, is it true

7x05 coda

Marisol hovers for a moment, awkward, then takes a step back. “So… I’m going to go home,” she says. “If we’re starting from the beginning…”

“Right,” Eddie says. “A little early for a sleepover.” 

“I guess I’ll come back tomorrow and, uh—” she gestures at the boxes. “Probably shouldn’t just leave them all hanging around.” 

“I’m on shift tomorrow,” Eddie says.

Marisol holds up her key.

“Uh, right,” Eddie says again. “Then I guess… I’ll see you when I see you?” 

Something flits across Marisol’s face, but it’s gone before he can figure out what it is. “See you,” she says, and turns for the door. 

Eddie feels like he should say something, but he’s still trying to decide on what that would be by the time the door slips shut.

And he’s—he’s not relieved. He’s not. Or if he is, it’s just because this whole unresolved mess has been hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles.

Sword’s still there, some helpful part of him reminds him. You just stepped out of range for a moment.

Depends on what the sword is, he tries to argue, then sighs. He can’t keep track of the metaphor. Definitely not enough to debate himself about it. 

Buck would get it, he thinks. Buck would go off on some tangent to explain what the sword of Damocles actually was, and probably tell him he’d gotten it wrong. He’d have some much better analogy to wrap it all up in, and would probably make the entire situation make more sense.

For a moment his fingers hover near his pocket, itching to get out his phone and call Buck. To ask if he’s doing the right thing, or just kicking the can down the road a little. Since the sword is still—

Whatever the fuck the sword is, Marisol is still an ex-nun and Eddie’s not sure if he’s quite right enough with God for that. 

But he can’t call Buck, because he’d walked out of Buck’s loft half an hour ago with firm instructions to call Tommy, and he can’t interrupt that. He’s already crashed their date, which—

Oh, God. The date. No wonder Buck had been acting so strange. The urge to call comes over him again, stronger now, to apologise for walking in on something that must have been so nerve-wracking already, but—

He remembers the way Buck’s face split into a smile when he said I can’t stop thinking about him, and he sighs and crosses his arms. This isn’t about him and his problems. It’s about Buck, who looked happier than Eddie has seen him in—months, probably. Happier than he’d been with Natalia, for sure. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen that particular look on Buck’s face, giddy at the mere thought of a person and full of joy and hope for the future. 

And suddenly, there’s a thousand things he wants to ask Buck.

How had he known? How had he been sure? How had he trusted that the little flutter in his gut meant something real?

How had he been brave enough to try?

But the questions will have to wait. Because at this very moment Buck is calling Tommy, his nerves smoothing out into that giddy little smile when Tommy agrees to see him again. Which he will, because Tommy isn’t an idiot.

Maybe they’ll stay on the phone for a while. Maybe Tommy will say something that makes Buck blush, hints of bright red appearing at the tips of his ears and the very tops of his cheekbones. Maybe Buck will flirt back, and his voice will waver a little but he’ll manage to bring it home, and Tommy will laugh low in his ear.

So—no, Eddie can’t interrupt that. No matter how many questions he may have. 

[oblivionsdream]

The TSC girls Clary, Tessa, Cordelia and Emma. This entire series has such a sentimental place in my heart.

Characters by @cassandraclare

[bloodfreak-boyking]

sam "thirsty for his brother in every timeline" winchester

[starchaseriseverything]

Regulus: You ever think that if you were never born, your partner would be in a lot of trouble?

Mary: On the daily.

Lily: She'd be hopeless without me.

Dorcas: She'd go to jail a lot more without me.

Remus: Sirius still goes to jail with me here.

Regulus: James goes to jail with Sirius and Marlene.

Alice: Cissa would be like Bels.

Ted: Andy would be like Bels.

Rita: Well, Bels would be like her parents if it wasn't for me.

Sybil: Peter still does stupid shit. I can't stop him.

Amelia: Emma would be dead somewhere.

Frank: Hestia' too dumb to do anything other than go along with everyone else.

Aurora: Lia isn't one to get into trouble unless she's looking for it.

Evan: Barty just likes going to jail. He says it's comfy.

Regulus, Dorcas, Mary, Lily, Remus, Alice, Ted, Rita, Amelia, Frank, Sybil, and Aurora: *Turns to look at Evan*

Dorcas: You're the one who helps him get in trouble.

Barty: Um, rude. I do that by myself.

[ouatsqincorrect]

Regina: Any ideas? Emma: [raises her hand] Regina: You don't have to raise your... Yes, Emma.

[stars4sole]

Mary, Amelia, Hestia, Xeno, Sybill, Pandora, Alice, Andromeda, Amos, Lucinda, Edgar : I like making other people happy. It’s nice to be the reason someone else is smiling.

Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Remus, Sirius, Kingsley, Emma, Belllatrix, Emmeline: I take pride in the fact that people don’t like me. I hate you too, bitch.

James, Lily, Marlene, Narcissa, Peter: Please like me, my pride can't handle anything else. Even if you don't at least pretend.

Dirk, Benjy, Sirius (again), Regulus: Like me, or don't, idc (they care)

[99superstar]

i get closer than your new tattoo

[feminist-cult-following]

“and you can aim for my heart go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones” is so rhaenicent coded it’s insane

[19burstraat]

[story-addict]

Ok, but can you imagine the last book in the Shadowhunter Chronicles ends with an epilogue where Magnus & Tessa meet up and watch over the future Heronadale, Fairchild, Lightwood, Carstairs & Blackthorn generation because they are the only two left…