#fake husband

[melaniem54]

Review: Screwed (Four Bears Construction #4) by K.M. Neuhold

Review: Screwed (Four Bears Construction #4) by K.M. Neuhold

Rating: 5 🌈 I skipped over Ev’s story ,(Hardwood #3), to get to this one because the characters who are the focus here have been two of the group that have come across as the maybe the most vulnerable and also quite different from the majority of the men we’ve met so far. The vulnerable one would be Oliver “Ollie”Williams, brother to Cole Williams who fell in love with Ren, our beekeeper in the…

[team-downey-1965]

HAPPY 12 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO PEPPERONY!!!

[thetony-stark]

ROBERT ON GWYNETH’s POST , IM CRYING

[vladtheunfollower]

Gary Taubes knocked out a cop 

[youngforevereternals]

#happy남준day (½) happy birthday to my bias, namjoon. ♡ reposted because yhh..

[attina-the-responsible]

Let Them Eat Cake ~*~ [Siren]

@panicked-nights

They had an appointment at the Blue Oven for cake taste testing. At first, Attina had been hesitant to do so. It felt so real, taking this step. Even finalizing the guest list didn’t feel as real as this, because the cake was something that could melt on her tongue. She’d be able to feel it, taste it. It wasn’t an electronic save the date that had been sent out.

There was also the part of her that wanted to bake her wedding cake herself. It had taken several people to talk her out of that. It would be too much work, on top of planning everything else. And didn’t she want to relax on her wedding day? (Ha, fat chance of that happening.) 

But, no, everyone was right. It was best to leave this to the professionals. Especially with Attina’s need for everything to be perfect. They were just choosing a flavor today anyway. The colour scheme hadn’t even been chosen yet, so it was impossible to discuss what kind of cake aesthetic wise they wanted. Still, she came armed with her (large) wedding binder and sat, fiddling with the corner as the trays of wedding cake slices were laid out in front of them.

“Here,” she said, handing Panic a pen and pencil and notepad and then opening up her binder and flipping to the cake section. “We’ll rate each one 1-5 by overall flavor, moistness, uniqueness...can you think of any other categories?” 

[youngforevereternals]

6/7 then vs now Kim Namjoon🙊 — he can finger me with them slender fingers so hard i’d scream his name so everyone hears

[attina-the-responsible]

Oh, Bring Us the Figgy Pudding ~*~ [Siren]

@panicked-nights​

Attina did not think she was the only one with the idea to make this Christmas go off without a hitch, but she did think that she was the only one actually capable of it. And this was for one, very important reason: the most important part of Christmas was the food. Gathering with family, too, of course--but the food could make or break such a thing. It was food that everyone gathered around. It was food that made you feel warm and happy and grateful. 

So, Christmas morning she and Panic had awoken early, exchanged their own gifts quietly, gathered up the things they had made in advanced (mostly the various desserts and the most important part: the main course), and headed over to the Triton House. 

Clicking on the radio, so that Christmas music played soft and low through the kitchen, Attina reached up to tie her hair back.

“Alright: salmon and dill sauce, potato and leek soup, roasted parsnips, mashed potatoes, toasted brussel sprouts, cranberry relish, braised red cabbage...where do we want to start, Chef?” She raised her eyebrows in Panic’s direction.  

[comfy cooking outfit]

[annabitch-chase]

Even though I've only finished about two of my stories, I really want to co-write a new one

This is what happens when I have writers block

I must finish something today...maybe this one idea for a one-shot...?

[youngforevereternals]

4/7 of BTS: Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster ♡ Rap liner, leader of the group, most fluent in English out of the group, and DADDY AF 😏

[attina-the-responsible]

The Sound of Silence ~*~ [Siren]

@panicked-nights

Attina was good at many things. She was good at cooking and baking, she was good at knitting, at cleaning, at singing, at doing someone’s hair, and, once upon a time, she had been good at being a big sister and a daughter and a fiancée.

Attina was good at many things, but what Attina was best at was avoiding the hard things. She did not know if she had always been good at this, but it had simply become necessity, then a habit, then part of her character. It was like vines wrapped so firmly around her, she couldn’t untangle them. Even if she tried. And she was trying.

She tried with her sisters first. Little by little. It wasn’t so much that she stopped avoiding the things that she was feeling, but she stopped avoiding them. Stopped walking on egg shells. Stopped treating them like they were Andrina, and that they hated her.

It was going alright, but there was still this wound that made her feel as if she was lagging, limping along. 

That wound had a name: Panic. 

She tried not to miss him. To avoid the missing, but she couldn’t. It was a wound that couldn’t heal, because it wasn’t supposed to be a wound in the first place. She still kept her ring on her finger, still referred to him as her fiancé. They still had a house together. They still had a child together. 

So, here she was, at Sally’s door, in an attempt to mend the largest wound of all. She didn’t know if she would succeed, or what she would say, but she did know how to try--even if she wouldn’t be any good at it. 

Her heart was in her throat as she knocked on the door, hoping that it wouldn’t be Sally that answered.

It wasn’t. 

Attina blinked, swallowed, and then tried to smile, just a little when Panic appeared in the doorway.��“Hi,” she greeted him softly. “May I come in?”

[outfit! probably with nude tights.]

[quit-the-forest]

My mom just told me she set up an arranged marriage for me with a 23 year old boy named James that is at least 5'10". And then she said she was joking (she isn't into arranged marriage she just wanted to see my reaction) and he isn't real.

I want to find someone that fits this description and tell my mom I thought she was serious. PLEASE HELP ME IT WILL BE SO FUNNY.

[twistandturnaway]

Definitely concluded that...

Ron Weasley is my husband Rupert Grint is my other husband Peeta Mellark is my fake husband And Hugh Jackman is my actual husband.