Sunshine, Daises ☀️,🌼

When I worked in fast food for minimum wage, they would yell at us and lecture us about “stealing” fries and burgers (while we had to throw out TONS of food every day) as though the giant billion-dollar corporations of McDonald’s and Sonic couldn’t afford to give their employees something to eat (while not even paying us a living wage).

Now I work at an upscale restaurant (it’s fancy, like celebrities eat there fairly often) and not only do I make WAY better money but they give us 2 free meals a day (eaten on the clock) and they’re GOOD. Today I got baked cod, spring rolls, rice pilaf, stir fry, and mashed potatoes and eggplant. Oh, and free espresso and juice. From this restaurant owned by a local man who is in no way a billionaire.

Nathan Scott x Reader

Prompt: Can I get a Nathan Scott imagine where the reader is a few months pregnant and wearing his basketball jersey and he comes home to tells her and Jamie he’s in the NBA ?

Warnings: none. just fluff

A/N: Just a reminder Grey’s Anatomy imagines and 13 Reasons Why imagines will be posted tomorrow!!! And this is adorable.

You were proud to be Nathan’s wife. You watched as he came back from his injury, making his way back up the basketball ladder. You had faith that one day he’d make it into the NBA, little did you know that the day was today.

You stood by the stove making Jamie lunch, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama shorts and Nathan’s high school jersey that fit your growing baby bump just right.

“One bowl of noodle soup for Jimmy Jam.” You announced, placing the bowl in front of him. 

“Thanks, mama.”

“Is that my old high school jersey?” You jumped at the new but familiar voice.

“Nathan!! You scared me.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You’re back early…” You tried to read his face but ultimately failed.

“You guys wanna take a road trip down to Charlotte this weekend?” You glance over at Jamie who is just as lost as you.

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“I’m the Bobcat’s new point guard.” You breath hitched in your throat and your eyes began to water. Stupid hormones.

“Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You chuckle, a tear running down your cheek.

“I’m in the NBA.” Nathan let out a shaky breath, looking at you and then Jamie.

“You’re in the NBA!!!!” You cheered, quickly wrapping your arms around your husband, kissing him gently.

“Does that mean we can go to all the games?!” Jamie asked as he jumped off of the chair and over to his dad.

“Yeah! Well, almost all of them because you have school! And then I may have to miss one or two because of the baby.” Nathan told him, resting one hand on your bump.

“I’m proud of you, dad.” Jamie reassured Nathan, hugging him.

Ryan brings some girl he knows from Broadway who’s like his best dancer or something. She spends the entire wedding flirting with Kelsey and making her all flustered. Everyone is trying to get them together.

It ends with an elaborate musical number at the reception. Possibly there’s a self-aware joke about how Ryan emailed everyone the choreography for it months ago, so they all better know it by now. It probably turns into a reprise of We’re All In This Together and then I cry into my popcorn for 6 hours

This smacks uncomfortably of the “girls bring catty and hating the pretty girl” bullshit.

Fleur never forgot that Harry saved her sister when he did not have to, and even at the time, she outright stated that she “deserved zero” points for allowong the Grindylows to stop her.

Fleur is part veela… It is literally in her blood. She can’t turn it off. And blaming her for guys being attracted to her is way to similar to “she’s asking for it”.

Mrs. Weasley, who is known in the fandom for taking in strays and loving everyone So Much, actively hated Fleur for over a year… With absolutely no concrete reason to do so. Ginny says that the only reason Bill likes Fleur is that “he’s always gone in for a bit of adventure”. And imho this is one of the cattiest, most insulting things ever said in the entire series.

Fleur is the Elle Woods of the wizarding world. She has had to fight against her looks every step of the way, to prove that she belongs at the table. That she isn’t just a pretty face. That she deserves the attention for her deeds or her words or her heart, not just because of her face. To not be objectified by everyone she meets, to make friends who care about her for who she is, not what she looks like.

I maintain this is why she chose Bill. He treats her like a person. And why she adores Harry. Harry has always treated her like a person too. He blushes when she kisses him, but he’s a 16yo boy, he blushes at everything. And when they first met, he was nervous around her… but he was also nervous around Cedric and Krum. It was because they were older than him, not because of a crush. Harry never once thought about asking her to the Ball.

At the Burrow, Harry doesn’t stare at her or clamor for her to kiss him, or get distracted and drop things because she’s nearby. That’s why she likes him. Nearly everyone else in that house is awful to her. It’s really not a surprise that she’s a bit snotty back.

At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.   At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.

At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.  At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.  At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.

Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it. 

Never tell yourself you missed your chance. 

Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough. 

My dad said if this gets enough notes (he didn’t give a number, just said “a lot of notes”) then he’ll come with me to “The Greatest Showman” Sing-Along in two weeks.