#not enough charlie in this one but like. c'est la vie

[transcharliekelly]

IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY AS TEXTPOSTS (3/?)

#'ben your url is malewifecharliekelly shouldnt he have been the malewife' i see this. i hear you. but i raise you this- #he has range #also mac is more malewife than him #not enough charlie in this one but like. c'est la vie #back at it again w the new post editor. for anyone paying attention to this thrilling saga: im still enraged #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #dee reynolds #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #charlie kelly #frank reynolds #the gang #iasip textposts

[hd-learns-korean]

The quarantine party playlist!

Hi all! 🙋 I hope everyone is doing well and is coping with this sudden crisis that is going on at the moment.

I know that for a while things are going to change for a lot of people, and whilst it is so easy to focus on the scary aspects of what is currently going on, I think it is also important to try to stay happy and upbeat and keep each other going during this difficult time.

So today I'm not posting about anything study related but I thought I would share with you one of my playlists that I regularly listen to when I want a feel good mood boosting hit!

I do warn you that most of my song choices are super cheesy but sometimes we all need a good old dose of cheesy pop classics!

With that in mind let's get this playlist started:

🎼 just can't get enough by The Saturday's

🎼 we found love by Rihanna & Calvin Harris

🎼 Keep on movin' by Five

🎼 Show me love by Robin S

🎼 we got love by sigala & Ella Henderson

🎼 Get up (rattle) by Bingo players & Far east movement

🎼 Stargazing by Kygo

🎼 Kickstarts by Example

🎼 Sun is shining by Funkstar De Luxe

🎼 First time by Kygo & Ellie goulding

🎼 Sweet lovin' by sigala

🎼 what I like about you (ft. Theresa Rex) by Jonas blue

🎼 feels like home by sigala & fuse ODG

🎼 waste it on me by bts

🎼 after the afterparty by Charli XCX

🎼 cut to the feeling by Carly Rae jepson

🎼 boom clap by Charli XCX

🎼 orange trees by Marina

🎼 good as hell by Lizzo

🎼 juice by Lizzo

🎼 town called malice by The Jam

🎼 going underground by The Jam

🎼 I love to boogie by T.Rex

🎼 home by Yezi

🎼 the ketchup song (asereje) by Las Ketchup

🎼 Cha Cha slide by Dj Casper

🎼 outro: Ego by Bts

🎼 fly on the wings of love by Xtm, Dj Chucky and Annia

🎼 sunset by Twice

🎼 Disco love by The Saturday's

🎼 all the ways by Meghan Trainor

🎼 run like the river by Meghan Trainor

🎼 happy happy by Twice

🎼 Swing by Twice

🎼 kiss me by Sixpence none the richer

🎼 flower by Yoon Mirae

🎼 pure shores by All saints

🎼 chica by Chung Ha

🎼 Mr blue sky by ELO

🎼 goodness gracious by Ellie Goulding

🎼 power by Exo

🎼 C'est la vie by B*witched

🎼 what is love by Twice

🎼 how we do (party) by Rita ora

🎼 come with me by Special D

🎼 levels by Avicii

🎼 hotstepper by John Gibbons

🎼 love on me by Galantis

🎼 last Friday night by Katy Perry

🎼 the tide is high by Atomic kitten

🎼 believe by Cher

🎼 don't call me baby by Madison Avenue

🎼 black magic by Little mix

🎼all my love by Major lazer, Ariana grande, Machel montano

🎼 break free by Ariana grande

🎼 Work from home by Fifth harmony

🎼 time after time by Cyndi Lauper

🎼 pack up by Eliza Doolittle

🎼 Paradise by Coldplay

So that's the end of my playlist, I hope some of these songs I've listed help boost your mood if your staying inside and are looking for a mix to dance to! 💃🕺

On a final note please take care everyone, I hope you all stay well ❤️

Until next time guys

Bye x

#playlist #studyblr #korean studyblr #langblr #music #korean langblr #upbeat #feelgood #kpop #take care of yourself

[teatimewithhiddles]

Red High Heels, part 2

I've decided to continue the story. I have a few more plot bunnies hopping around for this that I'm hoping to get out.

@kinghiddlestonanddixon - here you go!

Greg spun Charlie around so she wasn't facing the kitchen and grabbed her ass. He nuzzled her neck as Tom and Chris walked out of the kitchen with whiskey and the ice bucket to put on the table. "Greg! We're in public! Stop!" she giggled, pushing playfully at his shoulder.

"He can't magic a knife like Loki, right?" Greg murmured in her ear. "If so, I won't be alive much longer. He's even hotter when pissed, huh?"

"Its the jawline" she sighed.

~*~

"Evans, where's the restroom? I need a minute before I head over there" Tom grumbled as he glanced over at them.

Chris' jaw was scraping the ground. "So, this whole situation is a new development but the bathroom is down the hall, third door on the left. I'm going to get intel" he stated as he walked over and Tom left. "So...Merry Christmas. What's all this?" he asked, leaning in to buss Charlie's cheek.

Charlie reached up and grabbed his ear. "Christopher Robert Evans, what in the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" she hissed as she slapped his chest with her other hand, accentuating every word. "How DARE you spring this on me?! Do you really think I wouldn't care?! That I'd just go along with it?! No! I'm over here, scheming with the boys and making Greg pretend to be my boyfriend for the night. Also, you get no toffee and that better be the good whiskey" she rushed out, grabbing it out of his hand and tossing it back. "Another!"

"Ow woman! What, are you Thor all of a sudden?" Chris laughed.

"A-noth-er Christopher and keep them coming. I'm going to need them. Fuck fuck fuck, here he comes."

"Charlotte, darling. Stunning as ever" Tom smiled as he walked over, leaning in for a hug.

She stiffened in his arms. "My name is Charlie."

"You always rather enjoyed when I called you Charlotte..." he stated, raising an eyebrow.

"You lost that right when you threw me away like an empty container, TOMMY" she sneered.

"My name's Greg Piedmont, by the way. Charlie's boyfriend and you are?" Greg butted in, hand extended.

"Tom Hiddleston. Friend of Chris' and Charlotte...er Charlie's ex."

"Oh the British guy who thought Charlie wasn't important enough. Thanks for that. I moved home recently and was glad to see she was available. She was always one of my favorite people and she's gotten even more beautiful over the years."

"It wasn't that I didn't think that she wasn't important enough. I was extremely busy with work and didn't want her to not get any attention from me. It wouldn't have been fair."

"But it was FAIR to not even ask ME what I wanted? There are two people in a relationship last I heard. You ripped my heart out and threw it in the Thames. I cried the entire way home from London. When I woke up in the middle of the Atlantic, you know what was on? Fucking Avengers! I woke up to that fucking smirk staring me in the face. All I heard was murmuring about "the crazy American in aisle twenty" the rest of the flight."

"Charlie, I never meant..." Tom started.

"Just stop. I don't want to hear it. I've moved on. It hurt like a son of a bitch but I moved on. I'm going to try to be civil but it still hurts to look at you. I loved you and you didn't care enough to try to work it out. C'est la vie, right?" she shrugged and grabbed the new tumbler of whiskey from Chris. "Christopher, you owe me a very large bottle of this for Christmas."

"Yes, ma'am" he nodded.

"Do NOT ma'am me right now, Cap. I need to go outside and have a few minutes to myself" Charlie stated, grabbing a random coat off the back peg and heading out the door.

"She took my coat" Tom stated. "Evans, I need your coat. I'm going out after her."

"No, you're not. I know where she's going. Same place she always did when she needed a minute. I'll go out in a few. She needs to literally and figuratively cool off."

"But it's my fault..."

"Fault belongs to both of us. I should have given her the heads up. I forgot how hard she slaps" Chris chuckled, rubbing at his chest. "I'm going to have bruises. Is my ear still red?"

"Yup!" Greg laughed. "Glad I'm on her good side. So Tom, how long do you plan on being in town? I own a bar, the Dirty Captain. I'll buy you a drink."

"The Dirty Captain?" Tom snorted, eyeballing Chris. "Please tell me it had something to do with this one."

"It does! He's a silent partner so I had to acknowledge him somehow. Charlie even did a painting of Cap being spanked by Bucky's cybernetic arm hanging in my office. It's there mainly to make him blush when he comes in" Greg grinned.

"Oh I definitely need to see that. I'll be here into the new year so I'll have to pop in."

"There's a drag night every Thursday. You should come in and the two of you should perform!" Greg grinned.

Tom laughed and stroked his beard. "Pretty sure this wouldn't work with drag makeup. Maybe if I'm clean shaven next time I visit. Doesn't mean Chris can't though" he grinned.

"And on that note, I'm off to check on Charlie" he laughed and ducked outside. He walked outside to the sound of sobs drifting down from their old treehouse. "Charlie. Come down. I'm sorry."

"Leave me be. Please?" she asked through a strangled sob.

"I'm coming up" Chris sighed. "Charlie, honey, I'm so sorry. I should have said something so you could have prepared yourself."

She looked up from the notebooks she had found in the trunk, with red watery eyes. "I found my journals from my teen years. I was supposed to be madly in love with a British lit professor living in London by this point. I got close" she choked out as Chris pulled her into his arms.

"You still love him, don't you?"

"I never stopped. God, seeing him is like picking at a wound that was never properly healed in the first place. And then he called me Charlotte. He KNOWS he was the only one I ever let call me that. Why is he even here? Doesn't he want to spend Christmas with his family?"

"His sisters were doing something with their families this year and his Mom wanted to see the grandbabies. As much as he loves everyone he couldn't bear to see the kids. He was hoping the two of you would be well on your way to having some by this time this year."

"What are you talking about? We had talked about it before but I'm just old fashioned enough that I wanted to be married first."

"He was going to propose the last time you were together. I helped him pick out the ring at an antique shop near set. He chickened out and broke it off instead."

"Why would you tell me these things?? It only makes it worse!"

"You had a right to know. Now c'mon. Dry your eyes. When I left, your "boyfriend" was trying to convince Tom that he and I should perform at drag night and Scott was almost peeing his pants. Do you really think he'll fall for Greg being your boyfriend? He's here until after New Year's, you know."

"Fuck. Well, I'll see how long we can pull it off. It's not like I'll be seeing him every day anyway."

#tom hiddleston #chris evans #chris evans fic #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction

[confusedcopycat]

I miss you, so much it hurts sometimes it's in a phantom limb sense where i'll panic and grasp my sides and see that i'm really still alone, no longer joined at the hip with you i panic and grow my hair out hoping to replicate some sort of feeling i had a long time ago i honestly don't know what to do, all this embarrassment is so uncanny and i used to write about you all the time i still do, just in my mind if i write the words out then it becomes too real, too insane to fathom i was never ever what you needed and i know that now i remember you trying to kill yourself and i cried, somberly and unmasking my emotions towards you you are my charlie horse, the pain in my side always there and aching, and you think i'm in love with my boyfriend but i'm not i'm a firm believer in love as an only shot and that's how it always will be, if you loved someone you always will or you never did at all. i never did at all and now he has my innocence, and i'm never getting it back for as long as i live. i know i'll be carried to the sides by men who want to pretend it isn't a big deal, but it's a huge deal. i never ever want to believe that he was something to me. he is the complete and total opposite of everything that i love. he will never be able to dance with me or take me to places i was born to go, never. call me an apologist but i will never, ever stop dreaming. i hope to god no one does. the feeling of emptiness and loneliness is one that will never go away so long as i live. the years i wasted on this life, it was all for nothing. a good riddance to the youth that i wanted so desperately. i cannot be a martyr... i was lied to, deceived by a person that he claimed to be. nothing. he lied deeply and fervently and had no remorse for his actions. it makes me feel sick. the feelings i had for him were never a fraction of what i felt for someone else. never in all of my life times. i screamed at the top of my lungs but nothing can reciprocate what we had when lounging across illuminated screens every night. this is a fucking ache of pessimistic past. i will always be a sarcastic optimistic. he tried to break my spirit and maybe he succeeded but i won't be broken forever. i don't need someone to feel bad for me, i don't need someone to bend down and fix me. i need to fix myself. the bones within my body should be cast and set with my own design. i am the type of girl who writes storms and paints hurricanes. i stay up night and day finishing novels in one sitting. i stop and stare at flowers and trees and i won't be sorry for wanting to lie in the sun or take walks for miles. i will always be the most inspiring and hopeful person in my life. i was put on this earth for reasoning beyond my comprehension, but god dammit, i've been told i was special. and i want to believe it. i want to write on sidewalks with chalk and stay out until the sun goes down. i want to breathe in a city where the stores stay open past 9 pm. i may have been with him for three years but i will live another sixty. time will heal all wounds and eventually the earth will wilt beneath my feet. i should be able to eat how i want and not feel sorry. i shouldn't cry after sex. i shouldn't cry before it. i want to know what it's like to be loved and appreciated all on my own terms. a ghastly thing, i know, to feel liberated but i won't accept any less. he is not the person i thought he was. it's sickeningly obvious after all this time. maybe the person he created manifests itself at times but i don't want to love a ghost. i cannot. i want arguments about how much you mean to me, and who loves each other more. it's not enough to have pain driving me constantly. i don't swoon at the thought of some shriveled coward awakening. i swoon at the notes. i swoon at the meaning of words and not how they look. i finish sentences twenty minutes after my train of thought is derailed. i stay up until dusk and i love all of my friends unconditionally. i'm from a city that was born to revolt. i lust at the thought of canoe boats and flowers. living inside of a screen is a taught price that i had to preserve myself with, and i don't care. i love someone unconditionally, despite the fact i'm not interesting or beautiful enough. i would wait forever and i have. i'd do it twice over. i would die for the people who have helped me get to where i am. i am on many side-quests and i don't care. i know i will get sorted out quickly, all on my own. if i need to soothe myself with a razor, i might allow it. i've found consonance in the way that i have let my thoughts flow freely onto my skin, and i've still received love. if i ever blame anyone for that again, so help me, i don't mean it. we all take pain into our own accord. and i truthfully believe that looks don't matter. c'est la vie and love is blind, blindingly so. i have turned the other cheek for people who wouldn't give me benefit of the doubt and i still love them. au revoir mes amis.

#personal