Shipping Queen

This is my cat, Brigitte.

24 hours after I brought her home, I got a mindblowing job offer.  Since I adopted her nine years ago, my life has become an amusement park.  She has brought me good luck ever since I took her into my home.

I’m telling you, there’s something about this animal.  Good fortune follows her everywhere.

I don’t want to be selfish.  I have everything I need and then some.  So, I’m sharing her with you.

Reblog Brigitte and you’ll receive fantastic news in the next 24 hours.

And when you do, please remember to help your local SPCA and support them in the difficult work they do for wonder animals like Brigitte.  Any donation helps your SPCA, even if it’s just five bucks.

Kitties like Brigitte are counting on you to give back when they bring you good luck.

That Louis scoots to sit closer to Clem waiting for her to wake when she gets knocked out

A/N: it’s been a MINUTE since I’ve posted a oneshot here. This is just apart of the AU where Louis tries to impress Clem with his money and she just brushes it off. Essentially, making him work hard to get her.

It’ll be a short series. Tumblr exclusive. This is a bit of a prologue for the series itself. Where Louis first sees her and has a very interesting revelation.

I hope you all enjoy! The next chapter should be up soon! Comments are always appreciated! 💗

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The first time he saw her was on a Monday morning, near the first spot next to the cement sign hidden in a bundle of overgrown bushes; wielding the words of the one place he never wanted to be—Ericson High.

He was in the middle of a conversation between his best friend in the passenger seat beside him. Just thirty minutes before school was to start. This was a routine and it was always the best way to show off his latest expensive car.

And there she was. The first person to walk passed the grand vehicle. On instinct he turns from the blonde beside him.

She’d caught his eye right when her baseball cap slid off her head of curls and right in front of his car; it was a sunny morning; of all the Autumn mornings he was glad it was burning in sunlight.

He had the opportunity to see the unique amber in her eyes twinkle in annoyance as she crouches quickly for the baseball cap he didn’t recognize.

Their eyes were fleeting. But he had the quick wit to smile just before she embarrassingly turns away on the heels of her combat boots. Heading toward the grimy and cracked cement stairs that led into the every teenager’s depiction of hell.

“Louis?” Marlon waves a hasty hand over his unintentionally gaping face. Louis blinks and slaps the hand away, wrinkling his nose.

“Ever heard of personal space?” Louis grunts, sitting up in the driver’s seat. He turns to the blonde—“I’m not skipping third period, Mr. Everett is gonna have my ass,” he explains with a stern sigh. “Senior year man, gotta try this year,”

Marlon seemed throughly disappointed. “Whatever,” he breathes out a little chuckle—noticing the weird look on his friend’s face. “You look like you saw a ghost,” he studies with a laugh.

It took something interesting to catch his eye. And when something did, he had to have it. He just had too.

He blamed his parent’s choice of coddling.

The instant handover of a silver platinum card, that’d smooth away any bad mood. Or the eagerness to grant him everything on his wishlist during Christmas. For all the eighteen years of his life.

But this wasn’t an item he was ogling at the end of the richest shop in town.

This was a girl, and despite the cliche rumors. He wasn’t one to give in to the temptation of a girl just by the batting of her eyelashes and the scent of sweet perfume. He’d gathered quite the guard against it.

But it only took a clumsy girl, dressed ridiculously warm for the occasion to almost lose her hat under the hood of his brand new car.

That’s all it took for him to eagerly turn to Marlon, who was now busy on his phone. All the while babbling over how badly he did on a test and how it might effect his chances on the football team.

“Did you see that girl?” Louis asks, resting a arm on the steering wheel. Marlon pauses and gives him a perplexed look.

“Which one?” Marlon asks, pointing to the rush of students before them. Louis rolls his eyes and sits back in his seat, chuckling out the side of his mouth. He brushes a hand over his dreads as he explains.

“Blue baseball hat,” he says with a obvious tone. “You didn’t see her almost lose it under my car?”

The hat seemed to have sparked a memory and Marlon nods in understanding. Louis smiles, feeling the same gratification, like those Christmas mornings—“Clementine, I think that’s her name..she’s new,” Marlon says.

“Clementine,” Louis rests his along the leather headrest—feeling the very real pang of Cupid’s bow in his chest—he had to have her.

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CREDIT: tmartn2 on youtube.com

ROMANCE LOUIS - SAVE VIOLET ROUTE

— dear heart: you fall in love with the pain of it.

Marlon, at one point in the musical, probably: