1 down and 12 more to go

13 reasons why i will fight netflix

1. The Get Down not getting a season 2
2. The Get Down not being renewed
3. only season 1 of The Get Down existing
4. no season 2 of the get down
5. cancelling their original series “The Get Down” only after one (1) season
6. season 2 of the get down not existing
7. non renewal of the get down after its 1st season
8. no more episodes of the get down, netflix original show, directed by baz luhrmann
9. close to 0 promotion of the get down
10. letting the get down go like this
11. there is not going to be more the get down after season 1
12. only 11 episodes of the masterpiece that is the get down
13. to ask why the fuck we are not getting a season 2

OUAT Season 6 DVD/Blu-Ray Masterpost

As always, please refer to our S6: DVD tag for everything.

Please credit SBM and drop us an ask if any videos go down.

his ➙ j.j.k ➙ 0.22

pairing: jungkook x reader

type: angst, fluff, smut.

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Aragorn, the level 3 fighter: “Okay… I’m going to attack the orc. I rolled… a 12. That matches its AC so I graze it and do 1 damage.”

Legolas, who somehow convinced the DM to let him use his level 20 ranger: “I rolled a 15 to do an acrobatics check with a +7 modifier to throw a shield down a staircase and ride it as it slides. I roll to attack an orc. 17, -2 for difficult terrain, +9 for picking up the Precise Shot feat three times. And I get two more attacks with my Advanced Rapid Fire feat. I’m at the bottom of the stairs now and because I have Enhanced Quick Draw I can sheathe my bow and draw my two swords as a free action. Normally it’s a -2 in my main hand and -4 in my off hand for dual wielding, but I picked up Two Weapon Specialization so I actually get +2 to attack for both of them.”

Moon Journaling

I just finished making this handmade book which I’m using to start a Moon Journal or Book of Moons. This is a book used to compile information about the moon, it’s phases, and to track your own lunar magickal practice. Here’s a list of inspirations for starting your own moon journal!

1. Esbat- definition and description
2. Lunar cycle
3. Lunar calendar for the year
4. Sections dedicated to each phase going into more depth. (New, waxing, full, waning)
5. Rare occurrences like blue moons, red moons, eclipses etc.
6. Maiden/Mother/Crone
7. Moon Names
8. Lunar dieties
9. Animal Correspondences
10. Drawing down the moon
11. Tarot spreads
12. Lunar Gardening
13. Spells/rituals
14. Recipes (I plan on including food, teas, and potions and a recipe for moonshine!)
15. Crafts
16. Songs/Poems/Prayers/Devotionals
17. Definitions for words associated with the moon
18. Color associations
19. How to charge crystals
20. Gems/crystal associations

Grab a notebook, fancy journal, or make your own book of Moons and start living in tune with the lunar cycle!

Forbidden Love | Pt. 10

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

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“Is he my son, Y/N?”

Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.

“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”

Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”

Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”

You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.

“How could you?”

Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.

“I.. I had to.”

Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”

“Jimin, listen-”

“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”

“Please, listen to me-”

“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”

“I could’ve died, Jimin!”

Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.

“W-What do you mean?”

↳ Flashback: Three years ago..

“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”

Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”

Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.

“But there is still a problem..”

When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”

Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”

“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”

In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.

“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”

Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”

Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.

Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.

“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”

↳ End of Flashback

“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”

Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.

“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”

“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”

Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”

When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.

Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”

Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”

Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”

Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.

“Jagiya, I’m home!”

A/N: Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3

The Ultra-Scientific Study of Winchester Wall Slams (& More) – Seasons 1 – 12

aka - A Comparison of (Randomly Chosen) Violence Against Dean and Sam


Once upon a time, I just wanted to get a firm count of how many times Dean got slammed into a wall (or  the ground, or other things). @obsessionisaperfume suggested I also track Sam getting choked or getting hit on the head – which was a good suggestion, since those are things that Sam is known for. I eventually decided to track everything for both brothers, and that’s when things got… interesting.

The charts below are the culmination of months of work (which was me watching the show and making ticky marks in a notebook, which I then entered into a spreadsheet). I am attempting to keep my commentary to a minimum, instead allowing all of you draw your own conclusions from the results. (However, there are a few places where I can’t help making a comment because I’m chatty.)

There are several different ways I can present this data, so there is a slight chance that this may be part 1 of 2. 

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy Dean getting slammed into walls.

We begin with the Wall Slam, which, as many of you know, is my favorite of all types of randomly chosen violence. 

Wall Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into a wall by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). For this purpose, a ‘wall’ is defined as a wall or something relatively flat that is resting directly against a wall (such as a mirror or a bookshelf). A bookshelf that is in the middle of the room is not considered a wall, though - those are classified separately, as ‘other.’ Closed doors also count as walls, regardless of whether or not a brother is thrown through the door. (Glass is certainly a popular material for doors. Rich people, man.)

For most of the series, Dean was the reigning Wall Slam champion, clocking 11 straight seasons of winning the non-existent Wall Slam competition. In season 12, however, Dark Horse Dabb certainly made a statement in his first season as show runner: Sam, for the first time in series history, was thrown into more walls than Dean. 

* The reason for the 0.5 slam for Dean is due to a half-wall/half-ground slam that occurred in episode 12x10.

When a wall is not available, the ground will suffice.

Ground Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into the ground by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). ‘Ground’ is defined as the ground or a floor.

Despite Sam taking the Wall Slam crown from Dean in season 12, Dean continued his winning record when it comes to the ground. Dean has been slammed into the ground more than Sam, winning 9 seasons to Sam’s 3. 

Other Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into anything other than a wall or the ground by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). This is including (but not limited to) fences, people, tables, and piles of trash.

Season 1 is the outlier, being the only season where Sam was thrown into things other than the wall or the ground more times than Dean; Dean has an 11-season streak going since season 2. If there’s a thing, Dean will likely be thrown into it. 

Choked Criteria - A brother must have something (usually hands, but may also be rope or cord) wrapped around their neck or they must have otherwise lost the ability to breathe. This includes when dick angels take away a brother’s lungs, or when a demon pretends they’re Darth Vader and force chokes a brother. 

I am now convinced that the reason Sam has such a reputation for being choked is largely due to the 1st season, where he was choked several times and Dean wasn’t choked at all. Dean has actually been choked more times than Sam throughout the series, winning 7 seasons to Sam’s 5. 

Hit on Head Criteria: A brother must have been hit on the head by an object other than a fist (because if I had tried to keep track of them getting punched in the head I would have run out of paper).

Hit on Head Criteria Exception: I counted a hit to the head by a fist when the fist hit resulted in unconsciousness.

This was especially interesting because there is an apparent pattern with the changes in show runners. Kripke was showrunner from seasons 1-5, where Sam was reigning champion of the head hit until they finally tied in season 5. Seasons 6-7 were run by Gamble, and Sam still reigned supreme. When Carver took over for seasons 8-11, and then Dabb in season 12, Dean was then consistently smacked on the head more than Sam. 

Now let’s add all Wall Slams, Ground Slams, (Other) Slams, Chokings, and Head Hits together. 

There is one firm conclusion I can draw from this: Sam was beaten up more in season 1, and then Dean became the favored punching bag for all show runners. 

I’d like to also present the exact same data with a different visualization:

What are your predictions for season 13?

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Thank you @aliasanonyme for the audio clip!


Asahi: There! Alright, gonna swim to our heart’s content again today!

Makoto: Asahi, you really are spirited. Aren’t you tired from the time trial yesterday?

Asahi: What are you talking about!? I was so excited since yesterday I couldn’t contain myself the whole night at home, it was awful! Like Sis was totally yelling at me for being loud and stuff.

Ikuya: You’re such a muscle-brain.

Asahi: What the hell!? Didn’t you also say “I’ll definitely swim faster!” yesterday!?

Ikua: …! I did say that, but…

Asahi: And anyway, you’re good at long distance swimming, right? Isn’t it a little too soon for you to be exhausted?

Ikuya: They are different things.

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This thing is my achilles heel. All I wanted was to like one post, and this little tab sends me down an endless spiral.

First there’s the four posts it recommends, and I gotta check all of them out. Then I scroll down the blogs of the OPs of all four posts. Then I gotta check their tags for more of their posts. Then I gotta go visit the tags of the things I find there. And so on and so forth.

I start with liking 1 post and I end up reblogging 80 posts, shipping 12 new ships and joining 3 new fandoms.


The larkspur rises in spikes from the garden, blooming rich and blue as twilight.

Missy, in all of her half-baked witchy wisdom, used to say the flowers provided protection from evil spirits, that they symbolized true love. Rich, considering that larkspurs were a deadly poison, carrying highly toxic alkaloids that killed gourmandizing free-range cattle by the paddock every spring. 1501 Larkspur Lane was aptly named. A place for spirits, a rancid core of death wrapped up in a pretty story about eternal love. 

She can’t help but think that Mulder dragged her out there on Christmas Eve to distract her from thoughts of Emily. She loathed to imagine that he felt sorry for her, that he’d plot a night of cheap thrills for her benefit, as if she were some wilting rose, incapable of living with the weight of her grief. 

Then again, maybe it hadn’t been a distraction after all. Maybe there really was a part of Mulder that wanted to bind his soul to hers forever - he was a romantic at heart, and she could see how the tragic lyricism of a murder-suicide would appeal to him. 

If only he knew the options.

If only he knew how often the question had rested in her mouth, squatting on the flat of her tongue like a toad. This is how we do eternity, Mulder. We create life. The most permanent of intimacies, the two of us unified in chromosomes, stitched together in strands of DNA. 

Scully sighs and turns over in bed, resigning herself to sleeplessness. The leftover buzz of fear bristles through her veins, and she thinks of blood, of betrayal, of the fireplace still warm. Maurice and Lyda, trapped in that house… but it was all in her head. It had to be. A mutual hallucination, maybe brought on by some unknown environmental contaminant, mold in the walls, or perhaps by her compromised emotional state…

She heaves another weary breath into her chest, glancing at the clock. 4 AM. Screw it. It’s Christmas, damn it, and on Christmas, you should be with the one you love. 

Mulder is happy to see her. 

They trade sheepish apologies and hungry looks, packages in festive paper. Beside him on the couch, she rips into hers with abandon - Mulder’s rare gifts are always puzzling, always a challenge, more of an experience than a thing in itself. They’re extensions of him and all of his complexity, like little pieces of his soul. 

She pops the plastic lid off of the cardboard tube, and shakes out a tightly-packed roll of newsprint, flicking her eyes up at Mulder in the process. He’s watching her, his own gift half-unwrapped in his hands. She digs through the nest of paper, flirting - “Hmm… let me guess, a replica of an ancient ritualistic phallus?”-” and then she finds it, and the breath is stolen from her lungs. 

A spyglass, very old, but in beautiful condition. Scully blinks slowly and runs her fingers along the smooth brassy curve of it, transfixed by the craftsmanship, the history. Holding it aloft, she extends the draw and examines the maker’s mark, smelling the sweet scent of old metal. Her thoughts wheel, trying to eke out the deeper meaning, but she stops herself. She’d rather savour the challenge, turn it over in her mind for days, extract the message slowly, like fine oil. 

“It’s wonderful,” she breathes, and he beams down at her in relief. “You like it?” he asks, and she brings one of her hands up to his jaw, thumbing at the corner of his canted smile. He presses his lips to her knuckle. “I love it. Now open yours.”

He finishes shredding the wrapping paper, uncovering a worn VHS tape, the cover faded. His head juts forward, jaw agape. 

“Holy shit, Scully, Destination Inner Space? I’ve been looking for this for -”

“- years, I know, so now you can shut up about it -” 

“How did you find -”

“- Oh, you know, Langley knew a guy who knew a guy…” 

He sets the tape on the coffee table and cups his palms around her cheeks, kissing an eyebrow, the bridge of her nose. “You little…” he says through gritted teeth, and pulls her into a long and elaborate kiss. His hot breath is in her mouth, his fingers locking into the hair at the back of her neck. She flickers her tongue against his ripe bottom lip, panting, giddy with exhaustion and leftover adrenaline. 

It swiftly becomes absolutely essential that he be inside of her. She breaks from him, gets up clumsily and stands between his legs, shrugging her coat down her arms and tossing it over to the chair. Mulder gets savvy, grinning, shifting his hips and unhooking his belt as she shimmies out of her trousers and unbuttons her shirt. He wrestles his cock out of his jeans, and she bends to swirl her tongue around the head of it before slinging her knees around his hips. “God, yes,” he growls, clutching at her hipbones, pulling her down. 

The stretching fullness of him is crucial, life-affirming, and Scully remembers how a close encounter with death is often their most powerful aphrodisiac. She sinks all the way down onto him, squeezing her muscles, leaning her mouth to his and chasing his tongue. They ride out the urgency of it in a slow, symbiotic grind. 

After a few long and delicious minutes, they begin to lose steam. Scully rests her head against Mulder’s chest, listening to the thud of his heart.  He strokes the length of her thigh. “We can finish this later, hey?” he mumbles. “I think we’re both a bit tired.” 


“You, uh, gonna be at your mom’s all day?” 

“Yeah,” she says, nuzzling her nose into the neck of his t-shirt, suddenly unable to imagine the day without him. “…Come with me.” He smooths his hands over her back, silent, and her stomach pitches. 

“I don’t wanna ruin your family Christmas, Scully. Bill hates me.” She considers this, pressing her lips sulkily against his Adam’s apple. “C’mon, Mulder. You shouldn’t be alone on Christmas. Mom won’t mind. And if you can break out of a gulag with a homemade shiv, you can handle Bill.” He runs his nails down her bare ass, scratching her lightly. 

“Mmmm. You really liked that, didn’t you. Remember how… you pulled me into that airport bathroom…? Horny little thing.” He grabs her hips and tugs them forward, pressing himself up against the sweet spot inside of her as she nibbles at the rough of his stubble. “Alright, G-woman, stop biting me. I’ll come. Just let me grab a quick shower.”  


She gets herself back into her clothes and finger-combs her hair, flipping through one of his old National Geographics. There’s a good article on the Capuchin catacombs in Palermo, and she’s studying the mandible of a mummified friar when the phone rings. The machine picks up, and then a soft, smoky, familiar voice fills the room. 

“Hello, Fox. It’s me.” Heat creeps up her neck, and she snaps her head around and stares at the phone. “I guess you’re not up yet. You mentioned the last time we spoke that you didn’t have any plans for Christmas… I just… wanted to say that you’re welcome to come over if you’ve got nowhere to be today. Or I could come to your place. We could get Chinese, watch Plan 9. Like the old days. Just… let me know. You know where to reach me.”

There’s a dizzying blaze of hatred within her, and even though she knows she shouldn’t, even though it’s childish and jealous and petty, Scully leans over, presses number 7, and deletes the message.

Mulder emerges from the bedroom, his hair wet and spiky, tugging down a handsome knit green sweater over his t-shirt. Scully throws the magazine onto the coffee table, collects her spyglass, and walks over to him with purpose. She kisses him hard, the kiss of a woman who knows what’s hers. When she pulls back, his eyes are questioning, amused. “Is it the sweater?” he chuckles. “Hey, who was on the phone?” 

“Wrong number,” she says mildly. “C’mon, Mulder. We’re going to be late.”

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Theory: A future 'Villian of the week' will be a new camper who is even worst than Max and is more determined at breaking and better at breaking David than Max was.

Oh, I like this!

I can honestly see this scenario going one of two ways:

1) Max instantly befriends said villain of the week, and happily helps out in their quest to shut down Camp Campbell - though he does seem a bit hesitant to try and break David, since he’s already seen the counselor at his lowest during episode 12.


2) The jaded ten year-old despises this newcomer; saying that if anyone was going to ruin Camp Campbell and make David realize his positive ideologies are shit, it was going to be him.

Torn Part 13

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Prompt: You’re Parrish’s girlfriend and you catch him getting way too close to Lydia. (whoops)

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader , Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish, Theo Raeken x Reader


1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

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The moment of sudden clarity when feelings are finally recognized, or are made aware for the first time.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

It hit you one Friday night when you received and drunkenly read a text message while leaving the bar at the wee hours of the morning. It was Valentine’s Day, more affectionately known as Single Awareness Day, and your friends had dragged you to go out with them because sitting alone in your apartment doing nothing just seemed “too pathetic.” You, on the other hand, didn’t mind the idea of treating yourself to some wine and Netflix at home, but they obviously thought otherwise. 

“Even Yoongi’s going out tonight,” One of your friend’s stressed, hoping that bringing up your older brother would help convince you in some way, “He and Jimin and the others are single but you don’t see them staying at home tonight doing nothing.”

That did the trick.

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Tyler Scheid is too good for this world???
He went through and liked a TON of happy bday tweets yesterday which is rad anyway, then he reposted and @’d every artist who sent him stuff and like???????? Who DOES that??? That’s really cool?!

“Forget Me.” pt. 10

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

pt.1  pt.2  pt. 3  pt. 4  pt. 5  pt. 6  pt. 7 pt. 8  pt. 9  pt. 10  pt. 11  pt. 12  pt. 13  pt. 13.5 (End)

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Tour was nearly over, which meant I could spare some time dedicated to looking for Y/N before going back to work. 

It’s been getting more difficult lately, I didn’t have Y/N around to keep me reassured when I was down, she wasn’t there when I felt insecure about certain things. I hated that. I hated only realising now how much I depended on her because now that I’m without her, I don’t know how to function properly.

The old days were so perfect, beyond perfect even. You wouldn’t even believe how well matched we were if I told you so. We loved the same food, we loved the same games at the arcade, we loved the same movies, same music, same clothing style, yes clothing style - that is why we matched unintentionally so often. There was only one thing that differed and that was her love for coffee and my love for hot chocolate. 

“Why don’t you try some of my latte? It’s good! I don’t get how you don’t like it when you like the smell of coffee.” she laughed whilst pushing her cup in my direction.

“I’ve tried it before and my opinion on it still hasn’t changed princess.” I say as I pushed her cup back to her. She loved it when I called her princess and she would blush every time, because I told her that one day I was going to make her my queen, and that one day was going to be the moment I stepped foot back into Korea after this years tour which was in a couple of days time, and when it was all over, I was going to ask her. I was going to ask if she would spend the rest of her life with me as my wife, but now she doesn’t even want me anymore.

It’s shoooort but here’s pt. 10 ~Request for pt. 11


Pretty long, but still XD


0:06 - Alexander Hamilton

4:01 - Aaron Burr, Sir

6:28 - My Shot

12:12 - The Story of Tonight

13:46 - The Schuyler Sisters

16:53 - Farmer Refuted

18:45 - You’ll be Back

22:12 - Right Hand Man

27:32 - A Winters Ball

28:43 - Helpless

32:51 - Satisfied

38:19 - The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

40:15 - Wait for It

43:27 - Stay Alive

46:08 - Ten Duel Commandments

47:55 - Meet Me Inside

49:17 - That Would be Enough

52:14 - Guns and Ships

54:22 - History has Its Eyes on You

56:00 - Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)

1:00:01 - What Comes Next?

1:01:40 - Dear Theodosia

1:04:38 - Tomorrow There’ll be More of Us // Laurens Interlude (Off Broadway)

1:05:56 - Non Stop


1:12:21 - What’d I Miss?

1:16:17 - John Trumbull (Off Broadway)

1:16:45 - Cabinet Battle #1

1:20:20 - Take a Break

1:25:05 - Say No to This

1:29:07 - The Room Where it Happens

1:34:25 - Schuyler Defeated (Off Broadway)

1:36:33 - Let it Go (Off Broadway)

1:38:39 - Cabinet Battle #2

1:41:01 - Washington on Your Side

1:44:03 - One Last Time

1:49:00 - I Know Him

1:50:37 - The Adams Administration

1:51:11The Adams Administration Rap (Off Broadway)

1:52:27 - We Know

1:54:49 - Hurricane

1:56:44 - Hurricane Cut Verse (Off Broadway)

1:57:13 - The Reynolds Pamphlet

1:58:13 - Congratulations (Off Broadway)

2:01:05 - Burn

2:04:41 - Dear Theodosia Reprise (Off Broadway)

2:06:14 - Blow Us all Away

2:09:14 - Stay Alive (Reprise)

2:11:07 - It’s Quiet Uptown

2:15:35 - The Election of 1800

2:19:34 - Your Obedient Servant

2:22:03 - Best of Wives and Best of Women

2:22:51 - The World was Wide Enough

2:24:32 - Ten Things One Thing (Off Broadway)

2:29:39 - Ever Yours, Alexander (Off Broadway)

2:30:34 - Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

anonymous asked:

Todomomo/Kamijirou Double Date??

Note: This is a ~8000 word one-shot for Kamijirou and Todomomo, has a tiny mention of Izuocha (because my friend @c-jay321 loves them) as well. I hope you enjoy! The formatting also prob looks way better on comp.

This is entirely comedic and lots of fluff; Also a crap load of Kaminari and Todoroki bonding LOL 

In which Todoroki gets help from Kaminari

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Hello everyone! I recently realized that I have spent almost a quarter of my summer doing nothing and so to inspire me further I thought I would write down some goals I could try to achieve and share them with you all (and maybe you can try them too!).

1. Wake up early
2. Exercise
3. Eat healthy
4. Drink more water
5. Study more productively
6. Take care of my appearance, hygiene, etc.
7. Spend more time with my family
8. Play with my sibling/s
9. Try yoga or meditation
10. Go to bed early
11. Spend less time on the internet
12. Stop procrastinating (ironic what with my username)
13. Stress less
14. Be kinder
15. Practice gratitude
16. Stop being lazy
17. Help others
18. Do chores
19. Stop swearing
20. Learn to draw
21. Learn coding
22. Go minimalist
23. Learn swimming
24. Go zero waste
25. Surround myself with more positivity
26. Learn a language
27. Take an online course
28. Start a YouTube channel
29. Pursue photography
30. Improve my mental abilities
31. Learn about something I love
32. Learn to write and draw with your non-dominant hand
33. Learn basic psychology
34. Learn basic philosophy
35. Teach someone about important issues (like mental health, etc)
36. Start a bullet journal

That’s all I think. Comment(reply/caption) any other goals you want me to add too. I hope everybody has a lovely summer and is refreshed for school. Bye!!

12 Reasons why I relate to 707:
  • 1. We use our playfulness to hide our more serious side
  • 3. Using procrastination as a method of escaping work
  • 4. Caring deeply for the feelings of others and quickly being able to tell when something is wrong
  • 5. We appear to others as optimistic~ (but deep down we're being plagued by so many things)
  • 6. Being viewed as crazy or weird when really we want to be accepted by others
  • 7. We're constantly conflicted by the thoughts of- "Let's go hang out with people" and "No, isolation is key"
  • 8. Secrets~ so many secrets~
  • 9. We're stuck between having a strong mind and a strong heart
  • 10. Gotta protect the fam at all costs
  • 11. We wanna have fun but life is always throwing us into these unlucky and serious situations
  • 12. We just want everyone we know to be happy
Good Enough

Originally posted by kths

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 //

Part 8 is here~

More Parts:

Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16



As you were getting closer to the school entrance and noticed everyone in a huge group all staring down at their phone whispering to each other. What’s going on? Why is everyone to glued to their phone so early in the morning? You were a bit curious yourself..


You turned around and found your friend Joanne run your direction. You stopped and she finally caught up.

“Did you hear!?”

“Hear what? You asked confused and she quickly slipped out her phone and looked at you.

“So you know the group BTS?”

Why does BTS sound familiar? You continued to think to yourself and that’s when it hits you… Isn’t that Taehyung’s group? What about their group? Did something bad happened to them? Is that why Taehyung didn’t answer your text?

“What happened? Are they hurt?” you quickly questioned Joanne and she looks at you.

“No worse!”


She shows you a pic of Taehyung and a girl. Your eyes widen when you realized it was you in the picture. Oh no..

“V has a mystery girl.. and she’s in this school!!!”

You looked around and noticed the group of students looking around to look for the mystery girl… Little do they know..

You’re the mystery girl..

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