Dally's Backstory Headcannons.

warning: mentions of abuse, beating, and death.

-Dally loved New York.

-Before he toughened up he always appreciated the fact that New York City was a city of dreams.

-Dally used to have a lot of dreams.

-When he came home one day to his mom missing he ran out of the house throwing a complete fit.

-The gang found him crying at two in the morning.

-He was ten then.

-They gave him his first cigarette and told him to drink a beer.

-It would make him feel better.

-So he did.

-They asked him to do a favor for them.

-They took him to a convenient store and when one of the guys distracted the cashier Dally stuffed his pockets with cash from the register.

-They wanted to keep him around after that.

-They nicknamed him “Cry Baby” though.

-Because at first he did cry a lot.

-But even after he stopped crying all the time the name stuck.

-A week after meeting them they beat the crap out of him.

-They told him it would make him tough.

-Three days after that when he wanted to runaway from them they said they got him a present to apologize.

-They made him get his first tattoo.

-Dally hated the little teardrop they made him get on his hip.

“Look it’s our little man, Cry Baby’s, first tattoo.”

-But he didn’t want the tears to fall, he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

-Dally tried so hard to hold them in that night.

-He never cried again.

-A month later and Dally had his first arrest.

-He thought it would make him look tough to them.

-That they would come to juvie to congratulate him.

-No one visited him.

-All Dally ever tried to do was impress them.

-He never said no to a request from them because all he wanted was to fit in with the older guys.

-Dally was fourteen when he decided to leave.

-He had been in juvie at the time that he heard on the news that a woman was beaten to death.

-They showed the pictures of his gang.

-They had done it.

-They showed the picture of his mom.

-They had killed his mom.

-Dally’s blood had run cold.

-That could have been him.

-He could have done that to his mom.

-And he knew that he had done it to someone else’s loved ones before.

-He beat up his roommate in a fit of rage.

-His juvie stay was extended and he was let out on his fifteenth birthday.

-He left the city immediately to go somewhere else.

-Maybe Texas or maybe California.

-He hitch hiked all the way.

-One guy let him off in a little town called Tulsa, Oklahoma.

-Dally figured he’d stay the night there and go in the morning.

-The next day he was walking through some neighborhood when he saw three boys leaving a house.

-One looked like they could be his around age.

-Dally didn’t know why he stopped to watch.

-A woman ran out after the boys and made them stop so she could kiss their cheeks.

-They walked off and Dally watched as the woman waved goodbye to her sons.

-Dally thought she looked familiar.

-She kind of reminded him of her mom.

-Dally decided to stay in Tulsa one more night.

-Later in that afternoon he came across a group of guys playing football in a field.

-He recognized some of them from that morning and walked in their direction.

-The oldest looking one waved him over.

-“Wanna join?”

-Dally told him he didn’t know how.

-So they taught him.

-And they played until dark.

-And then they all went over to one of their houses for dinner and brought Dally along.

-It was the house from that morning.

-Dally couldn’t stop staring at the woman in that house.

-And he decided to stay in Tulsa a little while longer.

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 20) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Sleepless Night”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Smut, first time blow job and cursing. woooo.

Summary: Y/n and Stiles have sex and talk the night before she returns to New York and he returns to Beacon Hills for a long summer apart.

Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty //-// Chapter Twenty-One

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

The middle of May had finally come and the Pack had finished their year at University of California at Berkeley, and were all about to go home for the summer. Y/n and Stiles had been officially dating since February and were not prepared to spend the summer apart. They laid on her bed, her extra pair of sheets that she was planning on packing in her suitcase covering them. Stiles ran his fingers through her hair and tried to make a mental note of what her long, silky y/h/c strands felt like on his fingertips. He glanced down when she shifted her body, adjusting her head more onto his chest, her arm and leg wrapping around his body. The weight of her body hugging him always quelled his anxiety, but it wasn’t working as well tonight.

“I hate seeing your walls so bare. I miss your maps of Centre Island and Jones Beach and the New York City subway. I miss your dream catcher and Star Wars calendar. I even miss your Yankee’s hats.” Stiles sighed. “It feels too final.”

“I know.. I don’t like it either, I mean, who will I go to the movies with this summer? Like, what? Am I gonna see Spider-Man alone?” You asked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that… Scott never goes to movies with me.” Stiles complained.

You reached your hand underneath his shirt and dug your fingers into his side, wanting to hold him tighter. You laid small kisses on his chest. You shut your eyes and tried to remember his scent: a mix of his fabric softener, his shampoo and his general musk. You tried to memorize the moles on his chest and stomach, and how they felt against your fingertips.

“Y/n…” Stiles interrupted the comfortable silence.

“Mhmm.” You said sleepily and sing-songy.

“I love you.” You felt his heart beating in double time, and you smiled.

“I love you.” You replied, your eyes still closed, and your head still resting on his chest.

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Simon Lewis’ life was something of a cheesy Hallmark movie in its own way, a classic American coming of age film. Small town boy moves to New York City to fulfill his dreams of becoming a musician, with nothing but his guitar and a dream. However, Simon didn’t just pack his guitar, along with him went, Raphael Santiago, Clary Fray and Magnus Bane, his best friends. Simon couldn’t imagine his life without them, fierce and wild Clary, Magnus with his charm and wit, and Raphael, there were things about Raphael that Simon couldn’t fathom into words, he was that special.
But Simon’s life wasn’t a movie, had it been a movie, Simon’s father wouldn’t be dying nor would his fiancé be breaking up with him the night before their trip to Simon’s home town.

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As it’s snowing in New York City I’m dreaming about vacation ✨ going to Puerto Rico in 9 days and I cannot wait to photograph the beach adventures! So excited 💛🌟 wearing @christydawn

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any good AU fanfics where eren and levi are both actors for the same movie or show? thanks!

Hey! Not really sure what’s in the [actor] tag, but there’s definitely a couple fics in there that might interest you. These aren’t really what you’re after, but they’re kinda there.

Summary: As a young, inexperienced voice actor, Eren always looked up to Levi, who was quite famous and respected in their field. After finally getting the chance to work with Levi, Eren ended up with a dumb crush that he was too scared to admit to before they parted ways. Flash forward several years, and Eren once again has the chance to work with his idol–on a BL game. Let’s just say he’s not exactly looking forward to moaning into a microphone for money when the man he hopelessly fell for is listening on the other end.

Your Name In Lights
Summary: Eren has trudged through rejections thrown at him left and right, every role he auditioned for looking for “a different look” or “a little more experience”. He hoped he would be able to make a path for himself in New York City, following his childhood dream of becoming an actor. Levi’s been looking for the perfect actor, one that fits the image of the character in his head. One audition of a messy tousled hair-brunet solves both of their issues. Eren becomes the lead actor of Levi’s newest play with directed by Erwin Smith. Through rehearsals and cast nights they make their way to the premiere while becoming closer to each other.

Hitch Your Wagon to a Star
Summary: “Breaking news out of Hollywood! Oscar-nominated director Erwin Smith has announced the cast for the highly-anticipated, period war drama, Attack on Titan!”
      Eren Jaeger is a B-list celebrity, known for playing douchey characters in frat-style comedies. When he’s cast in his first dramatic role, he’ll need some extra teaching to succeed. Of course, things get complicated when it turns out his new coach is a familiar face.


I’ve moved into my apartment in New York City, the city of my dreams. It’s a Friday night and my girlfriend and I ordered takeout for delivery for a cozy night in. I got out of the most peaceful shower to find a note saying that she went out to get us Blue Moon, my favorite beer. I’m looking out onto the cityscape all lit up for the city that never sleeps — thinking of the millions of people out there. It has been my dream since I was 17 to go to law school in New York City. Here I am, so grateful and fortunate for all I have and the opportunities ahead. This is what dreams are made of.


How do we understand the idea of art? How do we understand the concept of social justice? What does Art Education do?

These were some of the questions explored by school administrators, arts educators, teachers, parents, youth, and community organizers gathered on March 24th at the Brooklyn Museum’s Arts as Social Justice Roundtable. Through group discussion, image reflection, and sharing personal stories, participants investigated the intersection of the Arts and Social Justice and the pedagogical implications of this relationship.After sharing some of the issues most impacting their communities, participants broke into smaller groups where they  raised a host of other questions including, “How can art redefine social concepts and dynamics?” “What is the relationship between art-making and learning in general? How can art bring communities together?” and “How can art help us imagine new social possibilities?”

Some key findings from the gathering included:

  • We often assume a shared understanding of Social Justice and this is often counter-productive.
  • Social Justice should be approached as a commitment to PROCESS. An understanding of pedagogy and the ability to facilitate groups around difficult conversations is essential to this process.
  • At its core Art can also be understood as a process/approach towards learning and doing. There is an intimate relationship between all authentic learning and Art.
  • Within the context of Art, a Social Justice perspective requires us to expand and questions traditional notions of “Fine Arts” and artistic “Canons”.
  • Art Education is essential to Social Justice because Social Justice requires Social Imagination.
  • There is power in collective thinking and group learning. There is a need and yearning for more spaces that bring together diverse cross-section of people to engage and to wrestle with these questions.

Over the next two years, the Education Division will continue asking these questions as we begin a new partnership with local community organizations and middle schools in Central Brooklyn (Districts 16 & 17) with the support from the Kenan Foundation. The partnership will result  in a student-driven community arts project highlighting the transformative power of the arts. The Arts as Social Justice Roundtable was the first step in learning from colleagues across the field and sharing inspirational approaches as we begin this new endeavor.

In reflecting on art education, imagination, and social justice, Director of Education, Adjoa Jones de Almeida recently wrote,  “Now more than ever, we must look at those realms in our collective consciousness that privilege the imagination and the human capacity to create. Continuous engagement with artistic practices strengthens our imagination muscle. Arts education is essential, because it builds our ability to dream and imagine beyond our present condition.” As we work to strengthen our Arts as Social Justice Pedagogy, Education staff will continue investigating the intersection between Arts and Social Justice in our teaching as well as in conversations with visitors, staff, and community members.

Posted by Adjoa Jones de Almeida and Katherine Kusiak Carey

Coming up roses.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Pairinng: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1259

Genre: angst and fluff

A/N: I’m really nervous and i dont know what to say, help. Well, basically this is the first time I publish something here on Tumblr and I’m excited but anxious *mental breakdown*. It’s based on the song “coming up roses” sung by Keira Knightley. Sorry if there are mistakes and I hope you like it!!

There you were, 3AM and walking by yourself on the New York streets, the city of dreams, but in that moment, that adjective didn’t define it to you.

You remembered clearly how it all started and how it all ended.

It was a Saturday night and you were in a pub all by yourself, alone, it was one of those days when everyone and everything was upsetting, unbearable.

The first time you saw him, you thought he was walking towards you, but he wasn’t, he was actually going to write his name on a paper to be on a list since that night was one of those of “open microphone”.

One hour or so later he was getting on stage, with a paper on his left hand, ready to do what he wanted to. And of all things on earth, he read a poem written by him. 

You could have sworn in that moment that it was the most beautiful poem you’ve ever listened, even Walter Whitman, you favorite one, had been relegated.

When he got off the stage you approached him and he looked at you with his cute smile. You also realized his pink hair, something really unusual to see. When you were close enough he asked you if you liked the poem and you started mumbling that how could you not. Then he smiled again at you and then both of you started talking for hours, even the pub closing didn’t stop you, you went to some 24 hours cafeteria and continued talking for hours, till the sun rose indicating a new day, and a new chapter of your life started.

With the rays of the sun illuminating your face, he kissed you softly, and that was the exactly moment when you fell, really quick but really slow at the same time, it was a contradiction itself, but it was also breathtaking.

Few months later you found yourself dating him, doing the most absurd things, telling him your most secret dream, you told him you wanted to be a song writer, to create your own music. He promised he would help you make it true, he even offered his poems to help you write more songs, but each time he did, you had to say no, his poems belonged to him, just to him, you couldn’t take them.

Five years had already gone by reaching to music companies to show them your music, but also gone by being rejected each time. 

Five years of sadness but at the same time, five years when you felt truly loved, and it was all that mattered to you. Although your dreams didn’t come true, you were happy cause love always came first to you.

You tried to stop chasing your dreams multiple times, but he kept encouraging you, giving you the strength you needed but hadn’t.

Out of nothing, one day, a company called you, you had been discovered.
You moved with him to a little apartment in New York, you started recording, you started creating new music, you started giving concerts in small places, you started becoming a little famous, and he started acting weird.

Suddenly every week you were given flowers, roses, but you knew they weren’t for you, of course not, he had never given you a bouquet of them, it wasn’t your style.

You were that kind of couple that celebrated the birthdays, the anniversaries on the couch doing everything and nothing, sleeping and singing, so the first time he came home with them you couldn’t help but ask him the reason to do it, and of course, there was none. 

I just loved them the same way I love you” he said.

However, you kept loving him, how could you not, after all he was Min Yoongi, the love of your life, the one who knew you the most, the one who came with you to the big apple, your number one supporter.

You both kept walking down by the New York streets looking for the perfect moment, the perfect time to find the inspiration to write the perfect song. You both kept making love like it was the last day on earth, or at least you did. And each time after it, you used to get in the shower and cry. You both kept doing the things that used to make you the happiest people on earth but at the same time those things broke you.

It was unfair that even though you knew he was lying to you, you loved him, and each day more than the previous one, it was unfair cause deep down you knew that the relationship would have a sad ending after all.

You continued loving him cause it was practically the only thing you knew how to do, it was the only thing that might have saved your relationship.

The roses kept coming each week and kept coming for seven months until you couldn’t take it anymore and exploded.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were on the old and vintage couch, you were trying to write a song and he stopped reading the book on his hands and looked at you. It hit you like a truck, you loved him, it was crystal clear, and he did love you, you were sure about that until that moment.

It was in that instant when you questioned yourself if he really loved you, even though he was cheating on you, you had been sure that he still loved you, or at least you didn’t want to expect the opposite. So that day, with the candles illuminating the room you asked him.

You questioned him to whom those roses really belonged, he didn’t expect that question. Of course he wouldn’t, you had hoped for months the roses to stop coming to you, you had hoped that he realized you knew about him cheating and he recognized the mistake he was making. A huge one.

You put all your efforts on it, but that day you just collapsed, you realized that one person couldn’t fix a relationship when the other one didn’t want it to be fixed.

The argument lasted hours, hours when you cried, hours when you comforted each other’s, hours when you made love for the last time, you could say the most beautiful one.

Then he packed his things and left without saying goodbye, he didn’t even try to apologized, cause deep down you knew that there was no need to do it, even if he apologized, the pain would still be there, like it had been for the last seven months, there was no point.

You didn’t see him again, each night you used to walk recreating the same routs you both made, hoping to see him at least for the very last time, but he never appeared. It completely broke you, you still loved him, with all your soul, but life kept happening, the world didn’t stop because of your break up.

You kept writing songs, signing them, realizing that at least, you made a few people happy with them and you thought that maybe he was doing the same, writing poems and secretly you were expecting they weren’t for you, you didn’t want more attention.

You never got to know who she was, how many times happened. But you knew by rote that from that moment you would truly hate those beautiful but harmful roses.

Even though the city of dreams had made yours real, it also broke your heart into million pieces.