Jordan Hill

I have a son.  His name is Michislav Stilinski.
—  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS THE FUCKIN’ MOMENT THE ENTIRE FANDOW WAITED FOR. W E H A V E S T I L E ’ S R E A L N A M E. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. I’VE WAITED FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE.
How did people react when Obama and Trump won?

When Obama won:

  • On election night, Ralph Nicoletti, Michael Contreras, and Brian Carranza committed four racially-motivated crimes. They attacked one black man, pushed another, and verbally assaulted a Hispanic. They even hit a white man with a car, incorrectly believing that he was black.
  • There were relatively few protests
  • There were many reports of anti-black vandalism

When Trump won:

  • Protests started nearly immediately and lasted for days. 
  • People:
    • blocked roads
    • smashed windows
    • looted businesses
    • sprayed graffiti
    • damaged cars
    • burned American flags
    • fought against the police
    • threw bottles, Molotov cocktails, rocks, and firecrackers
    • and injured others
  • The hashtag #NotMyPresident became popular on social media.
  • People began to fabricate hate crimes in order to make Trump supporters look bad.
  • Students protested Trump’s victory by not attending their classes. Some universities even provided ‘safe spaces’ for students. 
  • While yelling “you voted for Trump!”, five people beat a 50-year-old man at an intersection. The man’s car was stolen by one of the attackers. It was not classified as a hate crime.
  • And most recently (and, in my opinion, the most disturbing of all), four black people kidnapped an 18-year-old with special needs. They tied him up, put duct tape on his mouth, cut his clothes, cut his scalp, beat him, and forced him to drink toilet water. Other acts against him may have been committed: he was believed to have been kept hostage for at least 24 hours.
  Time has looked upon your faces


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Just Chillin in the PJ's: Jordan Hill.......

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Jordan Hill didn’t let his injury stop him from showing his team spirit off the court. Jordan decided to wear his PJ’s to dinner last night at Mr. Chows, since the Lakers seem to be asleep on the court this season.. Really Polo pajamas pants to dinner though?

Workaholic

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request:  “You’re still mine, right?” prompt request for Parrish. Maybe a break-up and make-up scenario will do. And make it during Christmas time :)

Author’s Note: I liked this a lot c: I hope you do, too! Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; some sexual content

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“Mmmm, that’s feel so good, baby,” I mumbled against Jordan’s lips as we kissed, his hand down the front of my panties. I gasped when I felt one of his fingers slide into me, his lips trailing to my neck. “Fuck, Jordan,” I breathed, my head going back as I bit my lip to hold back a moan. I was riding his fingers, enjoying every second of pleasure I could get out of this. It had been awhile since my boyfriend and I had had time to do anything like this. And now, on Christmas Eve, we finally got a free night.

Until his phone started going off. I saw his eyes widen, but he didn’t stop.

“I swear to god, if you answer that-” I panted, not wanting this to end as I started to undo the buckle on his belt. 

“I won’t,” he assured, letting it go to voicemail. Then I was kissing him again, tugging his jeans down as I did. We were interrupted yet again by the shrill ring. “I’m sorry, just-” Jordan removed his hand, picking up his phone with the other one and answering, suddenly becoming business-like. I whined and started to kiss his neck, sucking a mark into his skin. “Babe, let me up,” he whispered, moving me off of him and heading to the other room. I groaned and plopped down into the couch, waiting. When he returned, he had a frown on his lips.

“Where were we?” I purred, sitting on my knees and reaching for his pants, ready to get things going again, but he stopped me.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I have to go, that was the station-” he started, buckling his pants back up and walking to grab his uniform shirt. 

“Are you kidding?” I deadpanned. “They called you in? On your first day off in like a month?”

“They have to dispatch and they need someone to come in and just sit at the desk for a couple hours, so I told them I was free-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupted. “You volunteered?” 

Yes,” Jordan answered, buttoning up his shirt as he came back in. I was standing now, my arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “It shouldn’t be long, though.”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” I mumbled, tossing my hands up.

“Y/N, don’t get mad, it isn’t a big deal,” he said, giving me a stern look.

“Not a big deal? Jordan, you’re picking work over sex with your girlfriend!” I nearly yelled. He rolled his eyes, picking up his equipment. “Which, by the way, has not happened in a long time! I’m a little lonely over here.”

“That is not what I’m doing!” he insisted, slipping on his shoes. 

“Yes it is!” I yelled. “The one night I actually get with you, and it’s ruined. And Christmas Eve of all nights!”

“I said I’ll be back in a couple of hours! You’re overreacting.”

“Oh my god,” I said, voice getting dangerous. “I can not believe you just said that to me.”

“Well, it’s true,” he insisted, pulling on his coat. 

“Do you understand how much it hurts to be put aside like that?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “You’d rather go sit at a desk by yourself than have sex with me!”

“It’s my job to protect people, Y/N. Do you not get that?”

“That isn’t the point, Parrish!” Tears were welling behind my eyes from both hurt and anger.

“Look, I don’t have time for this right now. I need to get down there. I’ll be back soon,” he said, dismissing the subject. I shook my head, a few droplets escaping as I slipped on my shoes and coat and grabbed my purse.

“I’m going home. Merry fucking Christmas, Jordan,” I told him, shoving past and heading for my car. I saw him run his hand through his hair and toss his arm up as he watched me go. When I got to my place, I crawled into bed, letting the tears fall until I finally fell asleep.

When I got up in the morning, I went out to my living room, sighing at all the presents under my tree. They were mostly for Jordan. With how things ended last night, I wasn’t even sure when or if I’d be seeing him again. I made myself breakfast and then curled up on my couch, watching some Christmas movie until a knock on my door prompted me to move.

“Hey,” Jordan said as I revealed his large frame. I blinked at him, not really sure what to do.

“Hi,” I replied lamely. He stood there watching me, a sorry expression on his face.

“About last night,” he started, flicking his eyes to the ground for a moment. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“It really hurt, J,” I mumbled, kicking my foot at the floor lightly.

“I know, baby, I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he said. “I should have told them no, spent the night with you.” I nodded at his words. “I wanna make it up to you, Y/N. You’re- you’re still mine, right?”

“Of course, Jordan!” I told him, melting instantly at his nervous expression. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him inside my apartment. He pulled back and pressed his lips to mine in a happy kiss, one that I gladly returned. 

“I uhm- I want to give this to you now,” he said softly. “I just can’t wait anymore.” Jordan pulled out a little box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal the diamond earrings I had pointed out months ago.

“Jordan!” I gasped. He chuckled a bit, offering the box to me. 

“I started saving the night you showed them to me,” he admitted. I pulled him in for another kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Parrish,” I replied, hugging him tightly.