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46 Facts About Aileen Wuornos

Considering Aileen died at the age of 46, here are 46 facts about her & the life she lived. 


1. Aileen was born in Rochester, Michigan, on February 29, 1956.

2. Her father, Leo Pittman, was incarcerated at the time of her birth. He hanged himself in prison in 1969. 

3. She had a brother, Keith, who died in 1976 & left her $10,000 from his life insurance. 

4. Diane Wuornos abandoned both of her children, Aileen & Keith, when they were just toddlers. She left them with their severely abusive grandparents, who soon adopted them. 

5. Aileen was sexually abused by her grandfather from a very young age; Lauri Wuornos would force her to strip naked before beating her. 

6. She did not discover that her grandparents were not her actual parents until the age of 12; the discovery made her distraught. 

7. Before she was even a teenager, Aileen started to participate in sexual acts at school in return for food, drugs, and cigarettes. 

8. She engaged in sexual activities with her brother during their childhood.

9. When Aileen was 14, she became pregnant as the result of rape by a friend of her grandfather’s. 

10. Aileen gave birth to a baby boy at a home for unwed mothers in March of 1971 (the baby was immediately placed for adoption). 

11. She dropped out of school shortly after childbirth. 

12. Not long after Aileen dropped out of school, her grandmother died of liver failure, leaving her & Keith alone with their abusive grandfather. 

13. At the age of 15, she was thrown out of the house by her grandfather, Lauri. 

14. To support herself after being thrown out, Aileen became a prostitute. 

15. For many years she lived in the woods near her old home, sheltering in makeshift forts. 

16. Aileen was arrested for the first time in March 1974 for DUI, disorderly conduct, & firing a .22 caliber pistol from a moving vehicle in Colorado. 

17. In the year of 1976, she hitchhiked down to Florida. 

18. Aileen married 69-year-old Lewis Fell in 1976; their marriage was later annulled after she hit Fell with his own cane. 

19. During & after the marriage with Fell, Aileen was arrested multiple times for assault due to altercations with locals at bars. 

20. On June 2, 1986, she was detained & questioned after a male companion accused her of pulling a gun on him in his vehicle, demanding $200. 

21. Before the murders, Aileen had been arrested a total of 7 times; she had also been detained twice for questioning, was once suspected of firearm theft, & had even received a restraining order from her own husband at the time, Lewis Fell. 

22. She met her future partner, Tyria Moore, at a gay club in Daytona in June of 1986. 

23. Eventually Aileen & Tyria moved in together, being financially supported by Aileen’s prostitution earnings. 

24. On the fourth of July in 1987, Aileen & Tyria were detained for questioning about an incident that involved assault & battery with a beer bottle. 

25. Aileen shot & killed 7 men in total. 

26. The body of one of her victims, Peter Siems, was never found.  

27. Aileen murdered all of her victims with a .22 caliber revolver. 

28. On January 9, 1991, Aileen was arrested for the murders. 

29. Tyria Moore drew a confession from Aileen during a phone call in exchange for immunity from prosecution. 

30. Aileen was arrested on an outstanding warrant at the Last Resort bar in Port Orange, Florida on January 9, 1991. 

40. For her crimes Aileen ultimately received 6 death sentences. 

41. She was executed in the Florida State Prison on October 9, 2002 by lethal injection. 

42. Aileen’s body was cremated; her ashes were given to a childhood friend named Dawn Botkins, who spread them beneath a tree in Michigan. 

43. Aileen declined a traditional last meal (anything she desired under $20) and instead requested a cup of coffee. 

44. Her last words were, “I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back Independence Day, with Jesus June 6. Like the movie, big mothership and all, I’ll be back.” 

45. Aileen requested that the song “Carnival” by Natalie Merchant be played at her funeral.  

46. Up until her execution, Aileen proclaimed her love for Tyria Moore. 

So I saw a post about how James Potter would never grow old and had an overwhelming feeling of “FIGHT ME”, and then I realized that the fandom never talks about what it would be like if he grew old, they just say they’re sad he didn’t…so here are elderly James Potter headcanons.

  • He’s super, super vivacious. It’s like he never ages except he clearly does because hair is gray and he has a cane and has some back problems. But he never loses his zest for life.
  • He goes to equality protests with the rest of the Marauders (which DOES include Lily) all the time, and tells the leaders that “he’ll hit anyone with a cane”.
  • Which he would, because he has
  • He fantasized about getting a sword installed in the cane. He once spent twenty minutes looking up places to do that, only to have Lily confront him later with a “please get me a sword, too”
  • So he did, and sometimes they do battles in the front yard until something happens to someone’s back.
  • James is that old guy that goes to quidditch matches all the time. The Chudley Cannons are in town? Whup, let’s go. He has this thing where he screams at the teams and waves his cane and the players never mind because it’s just like “it’s that Potter fellow again”
  • Whenever he sees teams, he’ll make them sign two things: his apparel for them and a shirt that he will intentionally buy the week before and keep the receipt so he can prove he saw them recently. 
  • He and Sirius have a thing where they’re in contest for “coolest grandparents”, and he wants to prove that he really is the coolest by having a shirt he bought “last week, my clone, see?
  • He always calls James his clone because the two of them find it hilarious, and then he asks James about the Marauders and James will tell him stories
  • He has inside jokes with all his grandkids.
  • Him and Lily Luna have a contest to see who can unintentionally wreck the Potters’ front yard the most because they both kill every growing thing (but they try!), so whenever he greets her, he says, “wreck any yards recently?”
  • Albus Severus is almost done memorizing the key sections of Hogwarts: A History so James and Albus have battles with memorized sections of Hogwarts: A History against Quidditch Through the Ages. They always have some joking talk about it when Albus arrives so they can both get their game up.
  • They like to do weird accents as they do them, as well.
  • Harry records all of these and sends them to Hermione and Ron because “hey look, Hermione, someone’s actually reading Hogwarts: A History
  • James’ messy hair never balds, it only goes gray. 
  • Although he HAS suggested to Lily that he follow in his father’s footsteps an make a magical hair dye: one for Lily and him to share, because she’s graying too. It’s very visible since she almost never puts her hair up.
  • She laughs and says she’d rather him share with Sirius.
  • The people at the Muggle grocery store love him, because he sits there and tells all his wizarding stories for hours and no one can tell if he’s serious or not, but he’s such a good storyteller that it doesn’t matter.
  • Whenever Harry and his kids come over he tries to help Lily bake something. It always turns out to be a disaster, but it always means he has a new story to tell them.
  • He gives the grandkids gifts every time they visit. The real question is who will get a prank gift and who gets a real gift. 
  • He does a similar thing with candy dishes by filling all of them with Bertie Botts. 
  • He still rides out on his broom whenever he can.
  • He has an old leather recliner. Because yes, of course he does.
  • The Marauders meet up every week. They talk and they do projects and basically are an entourage at this point.
  • Remus decided to grow a beard, which ends up looking like a few silly little wisps on his chin that bother all of them. Peter one day comments about how easy it would be to get rid of it in his sleep and so Sirius and James create a plan to hack it off
  • (a plan that never works, because Lily tells him the next day and Remus decides to cut it off before Sirius and James can)
  • James and Lily talk every single night and spend time together every single day. They never, ever run out of things to talk about.
  • They have a chore rotation.
  • Every night, before they go to sleep, he makes tea for Lily and himself (she likes chamomile with honey, his favorite changes every week). It’s the one thing he can cook besides Indian food, they food he grew up with, without entirely messing it up.
  • He goes to sleep at nine thirty so he can get sleep and have a great day tomorrow, too, because he learned that you CAN be too tired to enjoy life, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute of it.
  • He focuses a lot on experiences and friendships and relationships now, and he feels so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people that he loves, especially after the war.
  • He went to treatment for PTSD after it was over. Harry had to, too, but there are nights when Harry wakes up screaming and James and Lily are there to comfort him and calm him down because they know what it’s like and they love him more than anything else in the world.
  • James Potter lives a beautiful life as an older man and no one can tell me otherwise.
The Cast of The Outsiders Now as Members of Your Dysfunctional Family Thanksgiving

C Thomas Howell (Ponyboy)

-Creepy Uncle™ vibes.

-He’s not actually your uncle he’s like your dad’s second cousin’s nephew in law or some shit you really can’t remember.

-But he drinks milk straight from the carton and it makes you really uncomfortable.

-Don’t look him in the eyes.

-Smells like weed.

-You get forced to sit next to him on the couch after dinner and then he turns out to be a pretty cool guy.

-Has this weird scar on his elbow with a whole elaborate story behind it.

-Brought the 20-something year old he’s dating which is kind of weird but they’re making it work and they seem happy so okay.

-Takes all of the little kids out for ice cream when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other so they don’t have to be around that.


Leif Garret (Bob)

-Creepy Uncle™ vibes^2

-You do actually want to avoid him.

-Like he’s not even related to you. At all.

-Nobody knows what he’s doing in your house.

-“Wait, I thought he came with you!" "No, he came with you!”

-Drinks all he beer and just makes everybody really uncomfortable.

-He’s only there for 20 minutes.

-The next thing you know he and the turkey are both gone.

-You never see any of them either again.


Diane Lane (Cherry)

-That one really awesome aunt everybody loves.

-Gives throughtful Christmas presents.

-Has like 10 kids.

-Still looks gorgeous after all of them.

-Is the one who put this whole thing together God bless her heart.

-Ends up curled up on the kitchen linoleum crying and chugging a bottle of red wine after everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other somebody give this poor woman a hug.


Rob Lowe (Sodapop)

-Your mom’s older brother.

-The Fun Uncle.

-Tells all the kids too many stories about his crazy college days.

-“…and that’s why you shouldn’t do drugs, kids.”

-Gets the fuck out of there the second everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. Smart dude.


Michelle Merink (Marcia)

-Your mom’s younger sister.

-The one gay family member.

-Everyone is going out of their way to avoid acknowledging the fact that she’s gay.

-Like literally she brings her wife of 10 years and everybody’s still like, “Aunt Michelle and her…friend.”

-Brought a cassorole.

-Is done with this shit.

-Leaves with her wife as soon as everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. They go to her wife’s family’s Thankgiving dinner and it is a much much better experience.


Patrick Swayze (Darry)

-The awesome grandpa who’s been dead for years.

-Everyone’s remembering him fondly and telling heartwarming stories about him while also desperately trying to avoid actually bringing up the fact that he’s dead.


Matt Dillon (Dallas)

-Your second cousin’s new husband thay she brought with her.

-It’s the first time anybody’s meeting him because they got married after like three months of knowing each other.

-Nobody approves.

-He’s super uncomfortable and trying his best to be polite like he compliments your evil great great aunt and offers to do the dishes and everything.

-Yeah by the end of the night all of the younger girl cousins have crushes on him and all of the alcoholic unhappily married women are Jealous™

-Is super confused and kind of disturbed when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other but he knows better than to ask any questions.


Emilio Estevez (Two-Bit)

-Another person who you can’t actually remember how your related to.

-You only ever see him at Thanksgiving otherwise he might as well not even exist.

-Just chilling.

-Staying out of the drama.

-Eating his pie.

-Takes his pie into the bathroom to finish it when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.


Ralph Macchio (Johnny)

-That one fully grown cousin who they make eat at the kids’ table when they run out of room.

-Joins Emilio Estevez in the bathroom when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. They sit in the bathtub together and eat pie and have a heartfelt chat it’s actually kind of nice.


Tom Cruise (Steve)

-Your dad’s dickhead little brother who didn’t bother to show up.

-Grandma set a placemat out for him out of spite.

-It’s just…sitting there.

-He’s probably out having a good time somewhere far away when everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.

-Honestly who can really blame him you’d ditch Thanksgiving every year too if you could.


Glenn Withrow (Tim)

-Cool Uncle

-Married to your dad’s sister.

-Is in a band.

-Also smells like weed.

-Pretty Chill dude until everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other. Then he manages to make three people cry and put a brand-new whole in grandma’s wall.


S.E. Hinton (Nurse)

-Great great aunt.

-Is still alive…somehow.

-Yells everything because she can’t hear.

-Complains.

-Hits people with her cane.

-Is probably the reason everything ineveitably falls to shit and everybody starts getting drunk and screaming at each other.

Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 1)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles x Reader 

(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

Word count: 2547

Next part: part 2  - part 3 

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“Have a nice day,”  my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.

“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.

I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.

So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´

I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.

The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.

“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”

“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.

“I’m Lydia by the way.”

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.

“228,” I said before she could even ask me.

“How did you know?”

“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.

“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.

“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”

“Uhm, it’s a five,”

“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:

I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.

I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.

I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”

“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.

“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”

“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”

“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.

“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.

“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.

I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.

“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…

“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.

Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.

“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out

and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.

Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.

I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.

“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.

“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.

“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.

I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.

“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.

“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.

“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.

After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.

“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.

We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.

“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.

“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under  baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.

“Then we have Lydia.”

“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.

“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.

“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.

“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.

“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.

“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.

“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.

After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.

“Well, I love sushi.” I said.

“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.

“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.

“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.

“I see you made a friend.” she said.

“Yeah.” I said happily and she drove off.

Lay In Bed With The Enemy

Originally posted by igotwaytoomanygifs

Imagine granny Violet opposing to Newt asking your hand in marriage
So I got the inspiration and this is dedicated to @fantasticnewtimagines who is such a wonderful writer. 
Hope you enjoy it. And if you haven’t watched Downton Abbey I totally recomend you to watch it. You are for sure going to love it.!


“Papa we need to talk.” You practiced for the eleventh time, scared from behind the tall arch of the entrance. Carson looked at you stranged, barely hearing the words you were whispering. Your hands couldn’t stop sweating, the nerves were eating you from inside out, and you certainly didn’t know how to tell your father, the Count of Grantham, that his youngest daughter was about to marry the youngest son of the Scamander family. 

Since the moment you received your letter to Hogwarts, you and your other sisters were told and instructed on who you were supposed to talk to, hang with, and even look at. And from a long bloodline of Ravenclaws you became the dark omen when the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor, turning you into the black sheep of the family, the one who changed the fancy parties and other social encounters with the Malfoy’s and the Black’s for endless hours reading those divination books you loved so much, not mentioning your skills for making potions and the dedication you gave to practicing defense charms for your class of defense against dark arts. 

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  • “roll deception on todd howard” “29″ “he rolled a 25, which is with a +19″ “LYSSA DECIEVED THE DECIEVER! SHE CANT FALL FOR TODD’S LITTLE LIES!”
  • the deception, by the way, was pretending to be a skyrim guard and bringing us in a prisoners. todd was dressed as the Dovakhin sitting on a throne
  • todd howard: “take this longsword…execute the prisoners.” lyssa, mimicing a skyrim guard with perfect accuracy: “might get nervous, a man approaches with his weapon drawn”
  • “todd howard’s gonna look at the three of you, and yell ‘FUS RO DAH’”
  • “you are now in melee range with todd howard”
  • “im gonna point my finger at todd and finger gun him….17 damage…” 
  • “how do you want to do this”killing blow: “alice puts his finger to his head, pulls an imaginary trigger, and says ‘bang’. todd drops dead”
  • “todd’s body is gone- he died in the skyrim world” “IF YOU DIE IN SKYRIM YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE??”
  • “i pick up the orb” “ok…ill dm you what happens”
  • “LYSSA, WHAT HAPPENED?” 
  • “i heard jeff kaplan…he said todd was merely his champion. the real fight is with him and chris metzen at blizcon” “ROLL CREDITS”
A Letter to You (Angst) (Potential new admin)

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Warnings: angst, possibly triggering, death, major angst actually.

Description: Your ex-boyfriend of two years, Min Yoongi, writes you a letter that sends you running back to him. But he didn’t wait for you.

Min Yoongi | Angst

Word Count | 780

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Rated: Teens & Up
Warnings: Abuse, Canon Typical Violence
Relationship: Riko Moriyama / Kevin Day
Word count: 1155

This short is a mix between my headcanon between Riko/Kevin (part 1 + 2) and expanding on @bvccvrdi ‘s  first kiss headcanon.

I thought the word count to be too short for AO3, so I’m posting this here instead. You can find my other fics here.

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Through space and Time (Part one)

There has always been four of you, however when Sam left for Stanford you went with him, leaving Dean and Katie to continue hunting. “Where will you go?” Sam asks you once the two of you are far enough away from the motel.

“London… I want to stay out of this life for as long as possible.” You reply. “I already have my passport and everything.” Sam looks a little surprised but doesn’t say anything about it.

Instead he says: “Promise me that you will look after yourself and please text me when you get there.”

“Of course Sammy.” Before the two of you go your separate ways, your older brother pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. As you’re walking you look over your shoulder once watching Sam’s receding form. The song Separate Ways by Journey gets stuck in your head as you head to the airport.
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When you arrive in London and text Sam, you grab a newspaper looking for some place to stay. You find somewhere that is relatively cheap- but there is a slight issue. You don’t have the money to hail a cab and you don’t know London very well so you’re hesitant to go on the tube. For you the best option is walking, despite the fact that it is starting to rain. All you have to protect you from the elements is your second-hand leather jacket. It repels water fine but it isn’t the warmest thing in the world.

By the time you get to 221b Baker street you are drenched head to toe with freezing rain water. You knock on the door, to keep your mind off the cold for a little bit you open up your locket and look at the picture within. The picture is of you and your siblings just goofing around. You look up from your family’s smiling faces when you hear someone ask if they could help you. After a quick explanation, you’re allowed inside.

The landlady introduces herself as Mrs. Hudson. “Nice to meet you Mrs. Hudson, I’m Y/N Winchester.” You answer with a kind smile. Mrs. Hudson then leads you upstairs where two men are lounging around in the front room. The shorter of the two look up from what he is doing and notices how wet your clothes are and how you’re still shivering.

“Here, take this.” He says as he hands you a blanket. “I’m John and that’s Sherlock.” John gestures to the other man sitting across from him.

“Thanks.” You answer as you drape the blanket over your shoulders. “I’m Y/N.”

“How do you feel about the violin?” Sherlock asks, not even bothering to look away from what he is doing.

“I don’t really have a preference. Why do you ask?” You answer. Sherlock gets out of his chair and stalks over to the fireplace before replying.

“I play the violin when I think.”

“Oh…” Your phone starts to ring, you fish it out of your pocket and look at the caller ID- it’s your older sister, Katie. “Hello?” You ask when you pick up.

“Hey. What in the world happened? I’m gone for three weeks and when I come back you and Sam are gone… and neither dad nor Dean will tell me what happened.” Katie says from the other line. You sigh.

“A huge fight broke out between the four of us, which resulted in Sam and I leaving. Sammy went to California…”  You trail off.

“Where did you go?”

“The other side of the world.”

“Do I even want to know how that worked out?” You rub the nape of your neck.

“It’s all sorts of complicated.” Katie lets out an exasperated sigh. She then says that Dean just came back from a supply run and that she’ll call you back. “Talk to you later then sis.”

“Later (Nickname.)” With that your sister hangs up. You sigh and set your phone down on the coffee table. You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders trying to retain warmth without a lot of luck.

“Aren’t you going to get out of those clothes?” John asks concerned.

“I would if everything else wasn’t wet.” You reply. John grabs a cane, and gets out of the chair. He limps away leaving you in confusion. When he comes back he tosses a change of clothes at you.

“Put those on for now, the toilet is down the hall to left.”

24 hours after you move in with John and Sherlock, John warns you about Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft, and how he would offer you money to spy on Sherlock. “I suggest you say no, no matter how much he offers.” John tells you.

“Who would actually spy on someone for money?” You ask in response. “No matter how tempting it is.”

“Believe it or not, a lot of people do.”

A few hours after talking to John sure enough Mycroft takes you to a remote location and offers you a decent sum of money- enough to get you through a full year of school and then some. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think that I would be a very good informant. I’ve never been able to keep a secret… knowing my luck I might let something slip and then I wouldn’t have any place to stay. I can’t afford anywhere else.” You explain, stretching the truth a bit.
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“Where’d you go?” Sherlock asks when you get back to Baker Street.

“Some out of the way warehouse to talk to your brother.” You answer.

“Did he offer you money to spy on me?”

“Yes. I didn’t take it though.”

“Pity we could’ve split the fee.” You don’t respond. Instead you head to your room and grab your laptop and walk back out and sit down at the table. You open the computer and turn it on, it’s going to take a while to boot. Like everything else you own; your laptop had another owner- and that previous owner (aka Sam) forgot to mention that he used up almost all of the memory.

You groan in annoyance when you get an error message. “Computer problems?” John asks.

“Unfortunately. I don’t know what my brother did to it, nor do I know how to fix it.”

“If you really need to use a computer, I can lend you mine… all I ask is that you don’t go snooping through my files and personal documents.”

“Thank you John. Why would I go through your information?”

“I’m not sure but I was just letting you know.” You lightly laugh. The two of you chat for a little bit, getting to know each other a little better. You find out that he used to be an army doctor.

“Well that explains why you threw a dry change of clothes at me yesterday.” John chuckles in response as a man walks up the stairs. John notices him first however Sherlock is the first one to speak.

“Where?” He asks.

“Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.” The new arrival replies.

“What’s new about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if there wasn’t something different.”

“You know how they never leave notes?”

“Yeah.”

“This one did. Will you come?”

“Who’s on forensics?”

“It’s Anderson.” Sherlock grimaces. Apparently your new room mate has a very strong dislike for this Anderson person.

“Anderson won’t work with me.” Sherlock comments.

“Well, he won’t be your assistant.” The other man (whom you’re pretty sure is a cop) counters.

“I need an assistant.” Sherlock puts a heavy emphasis on the word need. A part of you wonders what Sherlock does for a living. On the other hand the other part of you wonders when your computer will finally decide to cooperate with you.

“Will you come?” The cop impatiently asks.

“Not in a police car. I’ll be right behind.” A look of relief speeds across the cop’s face as he mutters his thanks as he takes his leave. Sherlock then jumps with excitement. “Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four serial suicides, and now a note! Oh, it’s Christmas!” You arch an eyebrow not saying a word. Sherlock grabs his coat and his scarf. “Mrs. Hudson, I’ll be late. Might need some food.”

“I’m your landlady dear, not your house keeper.” Mrs. Hudson answers, Sherlock doesn’t seem to hear her because he’s already out the door.

“What was that about?” You inquire slightly puzzled.

“I have no idea.” John answers as he sits down in the arm chair that he has claimed as his. He leans his cane against the chair and picks up a newspaper. Mrs. Hudson tells John that she would make a cup of tea for him, she also tells him to rest his leg. “Damn my leg!” He shouts, startling you and Mrs. Hudson. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s just sometimes this bloody thing…” he then hits his leg with his cane.

“I understand, dear; I’ve got a hip.” John says something about tea and Mrs. Hudson replies with: “Just this once, dear. I’m not your housekeeper.” When the ex-military doctor asks about biscuits Mrs. Hudson almost yells “Not your house keeper!”
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While Sherlock and John are gone you borrow John’s laptop and sign into your Skype account. You notice that both Sam and Katie are online. You then set up a conference video call with them. Katie answers first and a few seconds later Sam joins in. “Hey, it’s my two favorite girls.” Sam jokes. Katie giggles while you just roll your eyes.

“Whatever weirdo.” You reply.

“Look who’s talking.”

“Sammy!” Both you and Katie exclaim at the same time. Sam then throws his head back laughing and clapping his hands. A small smile creeps onto your face.

“How’s the other side of the world sis?” Katie asks.

“So far I like it.” You answer. “I found a place to stay that the rent isn’t too bad.”

“That’s good.” Sam comments.

“Yeah… got some interesting roommates though.” As the words leave your mouth you notice Sherlock coming up the stairs with a pink suitcase in hand, you look at him with a confused look on your face. “Uh, Sherlock why does it look like you went dumpster diving?”

“I was looking for this.” Your roommate answers gesturing to the suitcase in his hand.

“You went dumpster diving for a suitcase?” Sam sounds like he is choking on something. You return your attention to the screen. “You okay there Sam?”

“Water went down the wrong tube.” Your brother answers. Sherlock dramatically flops down on the couch while you’re talking to your brother and sister.

“You know that could break the couch right?” You ask Sherlock not looking away from your screen. Sherlock scoffs.

“Hey Y/N, I have to log off, Dean just got back.” Katie says.

“And I should start heading to class.” Sam adds in. Your heart drops slightly but you put on a fake smile.

“Okay, I guess I’ll talk to you later then.” You, and your siblings close out the chat. You then log out of your Skype then close the window and put John’s laptop back where you found it.
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John seems a little panicked after he finds out he just texted a murderer. Two seconds later John receive a call from a withheld number. “A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they’d ignore a text like that, but the murderer…” Sherlock says dramatically shutting the case. “Would panic.”

“Have you talked to the police?” John asks.

“Four people are dead. There isn’t time to talk to the police.”

“So why are you talking to us?” Sherlock looks a child who lost their favorite toy.

“Mrs. Hudson took my skull.”

“So we’re basically filling in for your skull?” Sherlock just shrugs as he puts on his coat he then says that you and John can watch TV or tag along with him.

“You want us to come with you?” You ask mildly surprised.

“I like company when I go out, and I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention, so…” Sherlock trails off.

“What the hell I have nothing better to do.” You answer getting out of your chair. John seems hesitant, but he curses when you and Sherlock basically race each other down the stairs. He catches up with the two of you outside. “So where are we going exactly Sherlock?” You ask.

“Northumberland Street’s a five-minute walk from here.” Sherlock explains.

“You think that he is stupid enough to go there?” John asks.

“No – I think he’s brilliant enough. I love the brilliant ones. They’re always so desperate to get caught.” Sherlock counters.

“Do you think he messed up on purpose then?” You ask. Sherlock throws you a slightly impressed look.

“It is a possibility, but then again he might’ve made an amateur mistake.”

“You’ve lost me.” John says. “Why are the brilliant killers so eager to get caught?”

“Appreciation! Applause! At long last the spotlight. That’s the frailty of genius, John: it needs an audience.”

“The the more newspapers about these murders the more audience the killer receives. The more audience the more murders… right Sherlock?” Sherlock once again looks slightly impressed, not many people can keep up with his train of thought.

“Exactly right Y/N.” Sherlock pauses for a second. “This is his hunting ground, right here in the heart of the city. Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything. Because all of his victims disappeared from busy streets, crowded places, but nobody saw them go.” He throws his hands up thinking. “Think! Who do we trust, even though we don’t know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?”

“Don’t know.” John states. “Who?”

“Haven’t the faintest. Hungry?”

“More like starving.” You say throwing your two cents in. Sherlock airily chuckles as he leads you and John to a small Italian place. The waiter clearly knows the consulting detective.

“Thank you Billy.” Sherlock says as he takes off his coat and sits down at a table just as the waiter removes the reserved sign. “Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it.” He advises.

“Think the killer is just going to waltz up to the door and ring the doorbell?” You ask. “I don’t think anyone besides my brother, Dean, would be that cocky.” Sherlock only shrugs as the owner walks over to the table with three menus.

“Sherlock.” He says with a smile, Sherlock shakes the owner’s hand. “Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free. On the house, for you and for your friends.”

“Thank you…” you meekly say. “Can I ask why it’s on the house?”

“This man got me off a murder charge.”
“This is Angelo.” Sherlock says, as you and John shake Angelo’s hand. “Three years ago I successfully proved to Lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was in a completely different part of town, house-breaking.”

“He cleared my name.”

“I cleared it a bit.” Sherlock huffs. Angelo says a few other things before taking his leave. “You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.”

You don’t order a lot, figuring that Sherlock might want to leave at any second. Sherlock stares out the window, watching. “Sherlock how come your brother calls himself your arch-enemy?” You ask breaking the silence between the three of you.

“Yours don’t?” Sherlock asks mildly surprised.

“No.”

“Sounds a bit dull.”

“For you maybe. For me; well let’s just say that over the years my family has made a lot of enemies, because of that I could only trust my family.” You bitterly answer.

“What about friends?” John asks. You stand up and throw him a harsh look.

“Never. Had. One.” You coldly retort as you then leave the restaurant and head back to Baker Street.
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When the cops show up, you meet Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan. You’re not the biggest fan of Anderson nor Donovan, you like Lestrade to a point.

Sherlock storms up the stares and glares at Lestrade. “What are you doing?” He demands.

“Well, I knew you’d find the case. I’m not stupid.” Lestrade retorts.

“You can’t just break into my flat.”

“And you can’t withhold evidence. And I didn’t break into your flat.”

“Well, what do you call this then?” Lestrade puts on an innocent face before answering.

“It’s a drugs bust.” When John sarcastically asks if Sherlock was a junkie, you see the hurt in Sherlock’s face telling you that he was a junkie at some point in his life. Sherlock then tells John to shut up. He then returns his attention to Lestrade.

“I’m not your sniffer dog.” He states.

“No, Anderson‘s my sniffer dog.” Sherlock looks ready to kill someone. He actually singles out Anderson.

“Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?”

“Oh, I volunteered.” Anderson answers, venom dripping from his voice.

“They all did. They’re not strictly speakingon the drugs squad, but they’re very keen.” Lestrade points out. Donovan then walks out of the kitchen holding a container of eyeballs.

“Are these human eyes?” She asks.

“Put those back!” Sherlock exclaims.

“They were in the microwave!”

“It’s an experiment.” Lestrade tells everyone to keep looking or Sherlock could actually help them. The conversation that is going on between them isn’t really friendly. “I AM CLEAN!” Sherlock practically yellls. He actually shows Lestrade his nicotine patch.

“So let’s work together. We’ve found Rachel.” Lestrade says pulling down his sleeve.

“Who is she?”

“Jennifer Wilson’s only daughter.” That seems to throw Sherlock through a loop. He starts muttering about why would the victim write her daughter’s name.

“Never mind that. We found the case.” Anderson harshly points out. According to someone, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.“

“I’m not a psychopath, Anderson. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.” Sherlock deadpans. “You need to bring Rachel in. You need to question her. I need to question her.”

“She’s dead.”

“Excellent!!” You and John share a worried look. “How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be.”

“Well, I doubt it, since she’s been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson’s stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago.” Sherlock looks all confused and slightly disappointed. He then starts muttering again.

“Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments? Yup – sociopath; I’m seeing it now.” Anderson states. You ball your hand up into a fist he just hit a nerve.

When you were three and a half when your mom just got off the phone with your dad asking him to come and get you; your dad and your siblings were a little slow- you watched in horror as your mom got mauled to death by a hellhound. Her last words to you were- I love you and I’ll think about you always.

“She didn’t think about her daughter. She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort. It would have hurt.” Sherlock points out.

“You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he … I don’t know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow.” John mentions.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?”

“Sherlock…” You say, your voice shaking slightly. You were still shaken from Anderson’s comment. “When someone loses a person they love, it’s hard. I mean when my mom was killed it took me almost two years for me to cope, I’m still not over it.”

“Yeah… now if you were dying if you’d been murdered: in your very last few seconds what would you say?”

“Please, God, let me live.” John answers.

“I would say the same thing.” You add in.

“Oh, use your imagination!” Sherlock scolds.

“We don’t have to.” Sherlock looks at you and John and sees the pain behind your eyes… he then realises that both of you have been on death’s door step before.

“Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever… Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers: she was clever.” Sherlock says continuing his train of thought. He also starts to pace. “She’s trying to tell us something.” Mrs. Hudson walks up the stairs.

“Isn’t the doorbell working? Your taxi’s here, Sherlock.” She says.

“I didn’t order a taxi. Go away.”

“Oh, dear. They’re making such a mess. What are they looking for?”

“It’s a drugs bust, Mrs Hudson.” John answers. Poor Mrs. Hudson looks panicked.

“But they’re just for my hip. They’re herbal soothers.”

Sherlock suddenly shouts: “Shut up, everybody, shut up! Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t breathe. I’m trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You’re putting me off.”

“What? My face is?!” Anderson asks in surprise. You hide a smile.

“Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back.” Lestrade pipes up.

“Oh for God’s sake!”

“Your back, now, please!” Anderson reluctantly turns his back and Sherlock starts talking to himself. Then there was Mrs. Hudson talking causing the consulting detective to yell at her.
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Sherlock disappears somewhere. You roll your eyes. He was worse then your dad when it comes to these things. John convinces you to come with him to find Sherlock. What John doesn’t know is that you have your gun on you (apparently you hid it incredibly well that the airport x-ray machine didn’t find it.) Now unbeknownst to you John also has a gun on him. That is a little awkward when the two of you pull out your guns and shoot at the same time. Each bullet gets dangerously close to the cabbie/killer’s heart.

“When and where did you learn how to shoot?!” John asks as the two of you get out of the building, so the police wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“I’ve been using firearms for a very long time. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“Ah.” You have to laugh at Sherlock and his strange relationship with a blanket.

“Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.” You overhear Sherlock tell Lestrade.

“Yeah, it’s for shock.” Lestrade answers.

“I’m not in shock.”

“Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs.”

“So, the shooter or shooters. No sign?”

“Cleared off before we got here.” Lestrade starts going on a little bit before he shrugs while saying: “Got nothing to go on.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Okay, give me.” Sherlock lowers his voice so you can’t hear what is being said.

“Actually you know what ignore me.” Sherlock says loud enough you can hear the conversation again.

“Sorry?” Lestrade replies.

“Ignore all of that. It’s just the, er, the shock talking.” Sherlock then starts to walk over to you and John.

“Where’re you going?”

“I just need to talk about the-the rent.”

“But I’ve still got questions!”

“Oh, what now? I’m in shock! Look, I’ve got a blanket!” You start laughing at that comment.

“Sherlock!”

“And I just caught you a serial killer… more or less.” When Sherlock walks over to you and John he says in a very soft voice “Nice shot.”

The three of you start talking and walking away from the crime scene, John notices Mycroft and points him out to Sherlock. That was an interesting conversation to say in the least. When you get back to 221b Baker Street you create a group chat with Sam and Katie.

‘You wouldn’t believe the day I just had.’ You send.

‘What happened (nickname)?’ Sam asks in response.

‘Please tell me that you didn’t get hurt.’ Katie adds in. You lightly chuckle to yourself.

‘I’m not hurt. However I did help Sherlock (one of my roommates) catch a serial killer… might’ve shot said serial killer though.’

'Okay start at the beginning- I want to know the whole story.’

'As do I.’ With that you then start telling your brother and sister about your day.
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Thanks Katie for letting me basically turn you into a character.

anonymous asked:

Ok but listen hc that Thomas would be really good with the elderly. He's homely and also likes frilly stuff, plus he has southern charm so I can just see him like crocheting with old grandmother's at a senior center as Alex argues with an old man about politics.

Thomas would be fucking good with the elderly, he’s like an old man at heart and he’s really close to his grandparents. He wheels them to church while Alex tries to dedunk the idea that “the good ol days weren’t that great you babyboomer piece of sh*t” 
Thomas is having a grand ol’ time with the grannies, they end up trying to feed him and by the end of the day Alex got hit with a cane and Thomas is covered in Granny smooches on his cheek and has prune muffins 

Just imagine it: Wright and Edgeworth in a retirement community.

God. Think of the calls Trucy would get.

  • “Your father has been banned from bingo night. He yelled ‘objection’ and accused another resident of cheating…again. For what it’s worth, he made a compelling case.”
  • “Your father and Mr. Edgeworth disrupted dinner for approximately four hours last night. Wouldn’t let anyone eat until they finished an impromptu trial they started…someone’s guide dog was the defendant? I don’t know. I heard he won. But anyway, can you ask him to…uh…not do that anymore?”
  • “Mr. Wright stole Mr. Edgeworth’s wheelchair again and now Mr. Edgeworth is hitting him with a cane. They’re both fine. Just thought you should know.”
  • “Sigh…your father…he convinced Mr. Justice he was dying in an attempt to ‘escape’ the community…Please come over immediately, preferably with Miss Cykes. Mr. Justice won’t stop crying.”
  • “Your father may or may not have gotten married to Mr. Edgeworth last night. It was really unclear.”
  • “Please tell Mr. Edgeworth to stop smuggling in dogs. And forcing everyone to watch that decades-old cartoon in the community space.”
  • “Your father went wheelchair racing in the streets and ran into a truck. Don’t worry; he’s fine. Kept laughing the entire time.”
  • “One of our residents passed away and your father and Mr. Edgeworth keep telling everyone it was a murder. Please tell them to stop.”
  • “Actually, it turns out they were right. Sorry.”

Incredible.

Common Questions (Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 2329

Warnings: Cursing, ?

Request:How about some fluff with… The reader or one of the Hamisquad or others (anyone) being blind ? I’m working on a fic about one of them being blind and the other explain the colors or some sort But I’d love to read You pov of a romantic (or funny) situation

Tags: @sorry-but-no-sorry

A/N: Finally got around to doing it! I made it into a Modern AU because it seemed like the best bet (if anything is offensive lmk pleaseee)


“So you have no idea what I look like?”

It was a common question, but you felt like it could be answered by itself. Yes, you’re blind. And yes, you have no idea what they look like. Sometimes you wondered whether or not they understood what the word blind meant. The answer always seemed to roll off your tongue, and you were always prepared to answer.

“Nope, I have no clue what you look like. Any other questions?” You said, with a small hint of sarcasm at the edge of your voice. You turned back to the shelf, counting the boxes. They didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Yes, actually, I do. Thanks for asking!” This person was definitely an idiot. They began to ramble on and on about stupid comments and questions that seemed quite rude. For instance “so you could never see your partner?” and “why do blind people’s eyes look weird?” and “at least you don’t have to see what you look like in the mirror, especially if you had a bad hair day.” but the one that made you want to hit them in the face, was “being blind must be fun”

Who in their right mind would say such a thing? You tightened your fists, and turned around, walked away with your cane. You heard them calling out to you, but you ignored. If you stood by them for even a second more, you’d be arrested for murder.

As you swung your cane violently back and forth on the floor, you heard someone yelp. You froze, turning towards the sound. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you okay?” You said.

“It’s fine, miss. It’s fine.” You heard him groan at his foot, and stumble around.

“Are you sure? There’s a hospital nearby, I could walk you there.” You said. The man laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. It wasn’t common for people to talk about you when you stood right there, but it did happen. “Forget it.” You mumbled, turning around and walking away. You heard footsteps following you, and you stopped.

“What do you want?” You grumbled.

“I wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was making fun of you. I was just… I was laughing at myself.” You raised your eyebrow, turning around. “I’ve been having a lot of bad luck today, and you hitting me with your cane added to the pile. I’m not mad, though.” He said quickly. “I, I actually… what’s your name?” He asked.

You bit your lip.

He seemed nice enough. Telling him your name wouldn’t really change much. It’s not like you’ll ever meet him again. You cleared your throat, and held out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you…?”

“Oh! The name’s Alexander Hamilton. But you could just call me Alex or Ham or whatever you like.” You noticed that this man seemed to ramble on a lot. He touched his hand with yours, and you shook it once, letting it go. “Oh, by the way, Y/N. Do you need any help?”

Second most common question. “No, but thank you for asking. I kind of memorized the store.” You said. “And after demanding the store manager to put Braille everywhere, its easier for me.”

“Ah…” He said. You began walking again, and he walked beside you. At first, you were hesitant, but after talking with him a bit about random things, he seemed to grow on you. He did talk a lot, but he seemed kindhearted. You two walked out the store, and you turned to the left, towards the college campus.

“So, Hamilton? Do you go to the university?”

“Yup. I’m a political science major but I plan to go to law school after. What about you?”

And that’s how you became friends with Alexander Hamilton.


The boys immediately became your best friends, without even asking. Although they were awkward around you in the beginning, now they treated you like any other person. Lafayette always walked around with you, insisting that someone may be stalking you. Laurens helped you learn where their dorm rooms were, and even put their number in Braille so you would know. Mulligan flirted with you every chance he got, and constantly tried to explain to you what he looked like.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. I’m the most handsome out of all of us.” He explained, the couch leaning down where he sat. Your side lifted, and you laughed at him. You placed your shades on the side table.

“Oh really? For some reason, Laf sounds the most handsome. Sorry Herc.” He groaned, and you heard the French man laugh in the background.

C’est vrai. (It’s true.)” Lafayette said, his footsteps moving to the other side of you. The couch rise even more when he sat down next. You didn’t know French, so half the time you had to guess what Laf said. You heard the dorm room door open, and the person was huffing and puffing. You stood up, walking over. Ever since they met you, the boys made sure that there wasn’t anything on the floor. It was helpful, since the first time you came you fell flat on your face.


You walked into the room hesitantly, moving your cane back and forth. Suddenly, you felt a piece of cloth under your foot, and before you could catch yourself, you fell to the ground, your head hitting the side of the couch. You groaned, holding it softly.

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you okay?” Laurens said, his hand touching your arm.

“Yea, I’m fine. This room must be a mess…” You mumbled. When you tried moving from the spot, you felt your head throbbing.

“Y/N! You’re bleeding!” Lafayette yelled, and you heard more footsteps running towards you.

“Guys, I’m telling you that I’m fine. It’s probably nothing.”

Later that day, you found out you had a concussion.


“Y/N! Are the boys messing with you again?” Hamilton said, touching your arm. You shook your head, reaching for the bag in his hand. “Hey-“

“Nope, it’s my turn to put the stuff away. I’ll figure it out.” You heard him sigh, but he let go of the bag, leaving it in your hands. “I know how to put the stuff away, Alex.” This reminded you of the time the boys tried to explained colors to you.


“Okay, Y/N, so you’ve been unable to see since you were young?” Laurens asked.

“Yup. Maybe since I was a few months old, they realized that I was constantly crawling into objects, and I never looked at my parents in the eyes. At first, they thought it was just what babies did. Until I told them that I couldn’t actually see them.”

“So you have no idea what brown looks like? Blue, red, orange?” Mulligan said, and you assumed the arm wrapped around you was his.

“No idea. But hey, maybe you guys could describe them for me?” You asked.

“Ahh. This is very difficile (difficult). Monsieur Hamilton, would you be able to help us?” Lafayette asked Hamilton. You heard some shuffling from the kitchen, and you heard him sit right next to you.

“Okay. Let’s start with rain. You know how you put your fingers through water, how does it feel?” Hamilton said, and grabbed your hand. You felt him put in inside the liquid. You felt your fingers reach it, the wet substance coating the skin.

“It feels like you could go right through it? Like it’s not even there.” You mumbled.

“Exactly. That’s how clear looks.”


Alexander was the one you grew closest to, probably due to the fact that he was the one you met first. He was always three steps ahead of everyone, and made sure you were comfortable in every situation. You continuously protested to him about it, but he shrugged it off, saying that it was his ‘job’.

You didn’t want to admit it, but your feelings for him were more than friendly. His caring for you warmed your heart, and he allowed you to be independent, to do things on your own. Your other partners (which weren’t the best) didn’t let you have your own space, and hovered over you every step of the way. It became bothersome, and made you give up on love long ago. But ever since you met Hamilton, your ideals changed.

“Earth to Y/N? I’ve called your name at least five times.” Hamilton said, poking your cheek. You swatted his fingers away, digging through the bag again. He stayed silent, the only voices you heard were Mulligan and Lafayette on the couch. “Y/N, after you’re done, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?” You looked towards his voice.

“Uh, sure? What’s the occasion?” He didn’t answer you after that, and you worried that something might be wrong.


Hamilton and you arrived at the local coffee shop. You ordered your favorite coffee, and he ordered black. As you two sat in silence, your worry began to grow. Was he in trouble? Did he actually kill Jefferson this time? Is he ill?

“You know, you don’t have to wear those shades around me. Your eyes are beautiful.” He stated, and you heard him sip on his coffee. You shook your head.

“I’d rather keep them on. Some people might be uncomfortable if I took them off. Plus, it’s to keep them safe from the sun. Maybe my eyes will burn, and I won’t even realize it.” You joked. He touched your hand, and you moved your eyes down. “Ham, are you okay?”

“I want you to stop talking about yourself like that.” He mumbled. You were confused. Maybe he didn’t get the joke? “If someone is rude towards you, let me know.”

“Okay, Alexander. What the hell is going on? You’re kind of being overbearing right now, and I don’t think it’s because of my eyes.” You squeezed his fingers, and he sighed.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just…” his voice trailed off. You stayed silent, letting him finish. “Every time we’re walking together, everyone is staring at you, like you’re an alien. It makes me want to punch them in the face. Don’t they have any manners? And they try to avoid you at all costs, like you’re a disease. I hate it, I hate it so much.”

You entwined your fingers with his. “Is this what’s been bothering you? Alex, they’re just curious, that’s why they stare. And they avoid me because they are nervous that they might do something wrong. I’m used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be used to being treated like that. And when I hear them whispering about you…” he grew quiet once more. “Y/N, I know you’re an amazing person. You joke around with me, you care about what I have to say, you sit and talk with me for hours. You even know when I’m in a bad mood, right when I walk into the room. And I want other people to see that. I want them to see how beautiful you are. How much I love you.”

How much I love you.

“What?” You whispered, the question falling off your tongue.

“I love you, Y/N. It might have been since you gave me a bruise in that supermarket. I love you.” He said again. You let go of his fingers, shocked.

He loved you. Alexander Hamilton, the man you fell in love with, loved you.

You pushed your coffee off to the side, and stood up. You heard him stand up as well. You grabbed your cane, and turned towards the direction of the door. Someone seemed to open it for you, and you thanked them with a tight smile, guiding your way down the sidewalk. “Y/N? Y/N! Wait, don’t just leave.” You felt a hand grab you arm, stopping you from moving any further. “Y/N, talk to me. Don’t just walk away.” You pushed Hamilton’s arm off.

“You’re not suppose to say that, you’re not suppose to fall in love with me.” You said, your hands shaking. You felt him touch yours, rubbing them softly. “Just…just keep your feelings to yourself, alright?” You mumbled.

“I can’t do it anymore, Y/N. I’ve tried to ignore my feelings, but I can’t. And I feel like you feel the same way I do. Please, tell me.” He said desperately.

“I, I do. I love you, Alexander. But we can’t do this. We can’t be together.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want you to be treated differently just because your with me. I don’t want to slow down your life. What happens when we grow old? If I lose my hearing too, then I’ll just be useless. I won’t be able to do anything-“

“Stop.” Alexander said, interrupting your rant. “Stop. Do you think I would give up on you that easily? I love you, Y/N. and I’m going to take you as you are, or who you grow to be. You don’t hold me back. Did you know that I’ve been getting the best grades possible since I’ve met you? You motivate me, Y/N. You make me a better person. And I hope that I can do the same for you. 

“So you really want to do this?’ You whispered, and you felt a few drops on water fall on your face.

“I really do.” You smiled, and you heard him laugh. The rain picked up quickly, and you two ran back to the dorm, him guide you the whole way. You didn’t remind him that you knew where to go, and followed after, giggling. Once you two made it inside, he pulled you close to him, your chests pressing against one another. His lips grazed yours, teasing you. You groaned, and pushed forward, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you.” You whispered breathlessly.

“And I, you.”

Mafia AU Stuffs

This was originally supposed to be an AU specifically for Jamilton, though hints of Hamliza are thrown within it. Lafayette was also thrown into the Jamilton relationship- making it a poly relationship. I don’t actually know if there is a ship name for it though. 

Character Notes: 
(Small paragraphs at the bottom on the post)

A. Hamilton: 
-Bisexual but denies it
-Married to both Jefferson and Lafayette
-Is the “owner” of a pyramid company 
-Acts extremely tough around his business, though when it comes to family and personal matters, he tries to be sweet and loving. 
-A really good cook (He cooks Colombian dishes 25/8) 
-Don’t get him angry 
-Threatens to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) people with his cane 
-Has actually shoved his cane up Jefferson’s rear
-Hates his middle name (Lavien) 
-Payed Eliza to have all eight of the Hamilton kids 
-He’s actually pretty tall 

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leiagaga  asked:

My ancestors were a founding family of Connecticut where some of family still lives and theres this story we like to tell everyone where our relative roger was in congress and a democratic Republican was being a asshole so he called him a scoundrel and the democratic Republican spit his tobacco in his face. Then that guy got removed and when he was walking out the door roger attacked him with his cane and they had a brawl lmao.

Wait a minute, I’ve heard this story before! I am absolutely SURE I’ve heard it before! It’s one of my favorite stories! That is so awesome! It was during congress and a Federalist got into a fight with a Democratic Republican and one spit in the others faces and hit with canes… I love this story so much!! I have to find it in my books.

ML Ask Box: Ladybug’s Identity Revealed

Requested by: @twilighthooves

Angst warning

Still working on requests. I have my last final tomorrow :) Don’t worry your requests have all been seen and are in the process of being written.


Ladybug and Chat Noir finally got their chance to have a real fight with Hawkmoth only things were definitely not going their way. Chat was currently tied up with Hawkmoth’s latest akuma- a plant based akuma that had become quite the handful. There were vines everywhere ripping at their suits with thorns and attempting to catch the hero’s. While Chat had kept the akuma occupied Ladybug was facing off against Hawkmoth.

Hawkmoth came at Marinette with his cane. Marinette ducked below the swing. She swung her leg around in a high kick, Hawkmoth deflected it with his cane. Hawkmoth took a swing at her face. Ladybug blocked with her yoyo string. Hawkmoth pushed against her a cruel smile on his face.

“I know your secret Ladybug,” He whispered to her. Ladybug growled pushing him away from her she stood swinging her yoyo a snarl on her face. Chat Noir screamed as the akuma finally caught him in it’s thorny clutches. Ladybug glanced up at Chat Noir muscles tensing.

“Little help here my lady?” Chat groaned as he struggled against his restraints. Ladybug turned towards Chat preparing to jump into battle and rescue him when Hawkmoth stopped her.

“Yes why don’t you save your partner Marinette,” Hawkmoth laughed. Ladybug froze eyes going wide. Her yoyo slowly coming to a stop hanging from her hand uselessly as the gravity of what Hawkmoth had just said settled down on her.

“Marinette?” Chat whispered to himself confused. With Ladybug distracted. Hawkmoth seized the opportunity he had before him. Ladybug was staring up at Chat Noir mouth gaping unsure of what to say to make this situation better. She didn’t see him coming. Hawkmoth cracked his cane on the back of Ladybug’s head sending her to the ground.

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