Hi! I'm Roseanne, and welcome to my world. Here in this blog, you'll find out a lot about me and my favorite things. Hopefully some of my favorites are yours, too! ~
Anonymous asked: I need Paul Wesley saying "this is bull shit" gif
@3 hours ago with 23 notes
here have three!
If only Emma would step up to Zelena’s face in the next episode(s) if she tries to bother Hook again and be all:
I need it!
(via amarapetrva)@3 hours ago with 1010 notes
If you are afraid to talk to me because you are under the impression I’m too cool for you, please don’t be.
Not only are preventing yourself from talking to someone who you think is cool you are preventing me from talking to a cool person and making friends and I like friends.
If you are reading this, this is a personal invitation to talk to me. You don’t have to be witty or clever. Just say Hi. literally that’s all you have to say.
(via swanfeels)@3 hours ago with 72609 notes
(I wrote this story a while ago on my own time and never posted it, but now I’ve decided why the hell not, so here it is! Disclaimer: Sorry if I get some facts wrong regarding when they actually first met in real life!)
It was about almost 7 years ago when Brad and I first met. From the moment I met him, I instantaneously knew that I was in love with him. Unfortunately, he was married at the time. However, he happened to take the chance and kissed me first. June 22nd, 2007. It was around 10:30pm and we had just written a song together in the studio. He volunteered to drive me back to the hotel, maybe due to the fact that I’d had more than 2 glasses of wine that evening.
"Carrie, what the hell has gotten into you? I’ve never seen you drink anything like that in my life", he’d said with a laugh.
"Oh, I don’t know, maybe I just thought I needed to loosen up a little bit." I replied.
He simply rolled his eyes and smiled at me. My Lord, that smile. I wanted to see that smile every day for the rest of my life. Sadly, somebody else already filled that position.
"Alright, let’s get out of the car now, Care." he said.
As we walked toward my room, I felt his hand on the small of my back. It felt amazing, but boy did I feel guilty for feeling the way I did toward him. As I unlocked the door, I turned to Brad and just looked at him. I saw something different in his eyes. Maybe that was just me being silly.
I whispered to him, “Well… I guess this is goodnight then.”
"Sure. Goodnight, Carrie."
He couldn’t seem to move. The next thing I knew, his lips crashed down onto mine. Maybe it was my feelings and the alcohol mixing together to fog up my brain. I just couldn’t seem to stop what was happening. The kiss deepened, getting more intense with each passing moment. We broke apart for breath for a mere second before I pulled his face back down to mine. I wrapped my legs around him as he pinned me against the wall. As he moved his lips down to my neck, I whispered to him, “In the room.”
He carried me into the room and slammed the door shut, pinning me against it. I practically ripped his shirt off as he also tore mine from my body. Bit by bit, our clothes had ended up scattered everywhere and the lamp had been knocked over, shattered all over the floor. What did we care?
We spent the whole night together. He ended up sneaking out before dawn, and it was obvious he had due to the empty bed I was waking up in. To my satisfaction and slight surprise, he left a note, which had a hint of his foresty, cowboy scent left on it. It said,
“Carrie. You are an angel. A beautiful angel. And don’t think for one second that I regret anything that happened last night. I wish I could have stayed, I wanted to stay, more than you can imagine. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I had to leave. I’ll talk to you the second I get home. Sweet dreams, beautiful. -Brad”
I couldn’t stop my face from breaking out into a wide grin. Speaking of the devil, my phone started ringing as Brad’s name flashed on the screen. I quickly picked it up and said, “Boy, you weren’t kidding when you said you would call first thing.”
"Yeah, well… I just couldn’t wait to hear your voice again. I’m sorry I left so early, Kim came home and it just-"
"Brad, no, it’s okay, I understand, believe me. That’s your wife."
I could tell Brad noticed the guilt in my voice once I reminded myself that he had a wife.
"Brad… we can’t do this."
He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Meet me at my house at 4.”
He quickly hung up as I was about to ask him why. Whatever it was about, I had to see him. Despite my guilt and doubt, I could never pass up an opportunity to see Brad.
And there’s part one! How did you guys like it? If you desire, let me know if you want part two! (Although I might post it anyway because I love writing!)@2 hours ago