a protest kids

Promises, Both Kept and Unkept

pairing: philip hamilton x reader but also dad!john laurens x reader

word count: 2600

warnings: swearing, cheating

prompt/request: “um…hi, can you write something where the reader is john laurens’ daughter whose dating philip, but he cheats on her & laurens comforts her. ok thx :)” from @riiotkid

a/n: this one takes place in two different time periods - when they were kids (italics) and when they were dating. it’s kind of emo and sad but either way, enjoy! <3

“Kiddo, a new family moved in next door!”

You looked up from your coloring pages and frowned. “Da-ad,” you whined, “I’m coloring.”

Your father, John Laurens, laughed and shook his head, bending down to grab your hand. “Come on, Y/N, let’s just go say hi and then you can come back and color. It’ll be five minutes. I promise.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” you said stubbornly, getting up with reluctance and following your dad out of the front door.

It was a sunny afternoon in August; one that has stuck in your memory for years after. You remember every wavering blade of grass, every fluttering leaf on the trees surrounding your home. The sidewalk was hot, nearly steaming, and the breeze was little relief from the scorching light beating down on you. You looked up at your father to see him shading his eyes, and you repeated the action as you both approached your new neighbor’s house.

You saw him and everything changed.

He was so cute. Cuter than any of the boys in your middle school. His face was splattered with freckles, and his small eyes were shining and bright in the summer sun. As you walked up, a man was bending down to meet the small boy’s height, reaching to the back of his head and trying to pull the wild curls flowing down his back into a ponytail.

“Phil, if your hair gets in your face while you’re carrying boxes, you’re going to fall,” the older man said.

“Da-ad, I’m not gonna fall!” the boy, apparently Phil, complained.

“Phil. You’re going to fall and we both know it.”

Phil pouted the same as you had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

“Excuse me?” your father said as the two of you approached. “You’re Alexander, right?”

The man, whom your father just referred to as Alexander, stood up straight and smiled. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said with a nod. “You must be… John, was it? Eliza told me about you.”

Eliza? you thought to yourself. You didn’t know who that was.

“Yeah, I’m John,” your father replied, holding his hand out. Alexander shook it firmly. “This is Y/N.”

Alexander crouched down and held his hand out to you. “Y/N, is it?” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too,” you replied, shaking his hand.

“Do you guys need help movin’ in?” your father offered as Alexander stood up once more.

“Yeah,” Alexander responded, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his worn-out jeans. “That’d be great, man, thanks. Little Philip over here can only carry one box at a time, and Eliza’s setting everything up inside.”

“I can carry one and a half,” Philip corrected from the stairs, where he had collapsed during your introduction.

“I can help you!” you exclaimed, practically tripping over yourself as you ran over to the young boy. “I’m strong, just like my dad, see? Look at these muscles!”

Philip laughed and pushed himself off of the stairs. ”I have more muscles,” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexing his bicep. “See?”

“No, I do!” you protested, trying to flex yours even more.

“Well, let’s see who can carry the most boxes from the moving truck up the stairs and into the house,” Philip said. “Then we’ll know.”

“You’re on.”

Philip took your hand in his and together, the two of you ran over to the moving truck.

And things hadn’t been the same since.

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…never mind me

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind)

Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires.

Words: 5.8k

Married!Jared x Reader

Warnings: smut (like 2.4k of this is porn), consensual infidelity, age difference, lust, teasing, the whole shebang

A/N: this is one of my fics for @loveitsallineed​‘s 1k celebration playlist challenge, this song was Cola by Lana Del Rey. It’s also a lil birthday gift for the beautiful @oriona75​. And finally, it’s part three of my Birthday Smutathon for @laurivcr​‘s birthday! You can find the masterpost here

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Bedtime Stories

Requested by @hochiiiyo

Prompt; that’s not how it goes! 


“Daaaddy, we’ve already heard that one, tell a new story!”  

Gajeel chuckled, rolling his eyes at his daughter’s insistence. It was getting late, but neither of the twins were going to settle without a story for bedtime, and it was his turn to enthrall them with a new tale. He could hear Levy giggle in the next room, and silently vowed to get back at her later on, when the kids were safely tucked away and sleeping. Right now, he had each twin perched on either knee, bouncing them gently.

“Eh? Ya don’t wanna hear about the dragon and the princess?” He teased, ruffling Shutora’s wild locks. So much like her mother’s…

“Nope! Mama told us that one last night,” she replied, and Yajeh nodded sagely, a serious look in his eyes.  

“Yeah, so we wanna hear a new one,” he added, and Gajeel couldn’t help but ruffle his hair as well. Yajeh was more like his father, though he did have a few silly moments thanks to his sister. Despite the years that he had been a father to these two miscreants, he was still in awe that he was something he’d never thought was possible. Maybe he’d give Levy a bit of loving instead of teasing, just to thank her for the millionth time for this.  

“Aight then, what did ya have in mind?”  

“How’d you and mama meet?” Yajeh piped up, tucking his feet up under him while Shutora nodded wildly at him.  

Gajeel froze at the question, a cold sweat pooling at the base of his skull. He clenched his teeth slightly, fighting the shudder of dread that threatened to sweep down his spine. ’Fuck,’ he thought, lcikign his lips nervously. ‘I didn’t think they’d ask this early.’  

Two sets of dark honey eyes were staring at him expectantly, waiting for his answer. Obviously, they were hoping for a pretty story that involved anything but that. He knew that they’d ask one day, and then he and Levy would have to tell them honestly; he certainly didn’t want anyone else to do it before they could. But as to how to tell them now…

“Ah, that,” he said, sighing after a long moment. He hugged the twins closer to him, settling for a more vague story that he hoped they would be happy with. After all, they had attention spans of a kitten, hopefully they’d get bored enough to ask for a more entertaining story.  

“You know how all your friends are scared of me?” He asked, and the twins bobbed their heads in response. “Well, it was like that with me and yer mom too. I wasn’t exactly the nicest of guys back then, either,” he said, his voice taking on a slight edge.  

“So you were mean to mom?” Shutora asked, snuggling closer.

“… Yeah, a bit.”

“Did you say sorry?” Yajeh asked, staring at his father seriously. Gajeel blinked, almost shocked by the question. He nodded slowly, exhaling deeply as he regarded the kids seriously.  

“Yeah, I did. Lots and lots, too.”

“Good!” The twins chorused, hugging Gajeel and surprising him. Good? He bit back a mirthless chuckle. It was anything but good, but the kids’ simple answer had him reeling. They were just as forgiving as their mother, he realized.  

At least, for now, till they learned everything. And he hoped that when that day came, they would still just be as loving and forgiving as they had been tonight.  

“Okay, it’s late guys,” Levy popped her head in, gracing the trio with a warm smile. Gajeel nearly sighed in relief; she had rescued him from elaborating further in his story. He lifted the kids in his arms, ignoring the protests that the kids expressed. Whirling around lightly, he rolled one twin into one of the bunk bed and hoisted the other into the top bunk.  

“There, story time’s over, you’re getting the princess and the dragon next time,” he growled, tickling Shutora before ruffling Yajeh’s hair. “Now, get to sleep, brats.”


“You didn’t tell them,” Levy mused gently, threading her fingers through his mane. He only grunted, nuzzling his face into her lap as she substituted his head for a book stand. It was the last hour before they would drift off into sleep themselves, the time where they could finally cuddle and share their day without the kids bounding in excitedly.  

“Couldn’t.” He said simply, sighing deeply. She rubbed a slow circle on his scalp, making him rumble in content. Gone was the anxiety that he had felt earlier, yet he still felt uneasy. It never truly went away, the regret that he felt when he thought back to the fateful event. Despite her eternal forgiveness, he still couldn’t stop the tendrils of guilt wrap around him, threatening to drag him into nightmares.  

Her fingers continued their dance on his skull, sliding down to his shoulder as she set aside her book. “Need a distraction?” She asked simply, and he chuckled. Count on her to know exactly what he needed. No words were required, just simple love and understanding.  

“Gods yes.”  

It’s a little late, but Happy Encounter Anniversary!  In honor of the day, I wrote up a little KaiShin fic for you all!  I hope you enjoy!  

“Could you really, Kudou?  You’d be doing me a huge favor,” Hakuba said, earnest.  “I know it’s short notice, but I’m sure you’ve seen how Kid can be.”

Shinichi tried to smile.  “Yes, the newspapers are quite clear about how… capricious he can be.”  He could feel his expression turn serious.  “Are you sure I’m the right detective for the job?”

Hakuba nodded without any hesitation.  “Yes, I’ve given this some thought.  I think it has to be you.  In fact, I think it couldn’t be anyone else.”  A protest was on the tip of Shinichi’s tongue when Hakuba’s phone rang. “My apologies, Kudou.  I have to take this.  Don’t forget, the heist is on Saturday.”

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Some of my black and white out takes from the DC Public Schools Walk Out Protest at Trump International Hotel on November 15th, 2016.

anonymous asked:

Hello, can you do number 31?

Hello nonnie! Of course, enjoy :)

31. When was the last time we went on a date?

“When was the last time we went on a date?”

Robert looked up at Aaron across the dinner table, an evident glint in his eye.

“Why do you ask?” Robert smirked.

“Because I can’t remember when it was,” Aaron replied, with a hint of sarcasm.

Robert sighed, putting his fork down against his plate as he let his eyes travel up to the corner of the ceiling, deep in thought.

“An actual date?” Robert questioned.

Aaron let out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Rob. An actual date.”

“We go to the Woolpack all of the time – ”

“No, that’s not a date,” Aaron admonished him with a raised eyebrow.

Robert laughed, well aware of what he was doing.

They paused, settling into a comfortable silence as they both tried to find an answer.

“Your birthday?” Robert asked, pointing his fork in Aaron’s direction across the dinner table.

“You mean my fortieth birthday party, when our entire family joined us?” Aaron questioned sarcastically. “Hardly counts as a date, does it?”

Robert smirked, well aware that he’d get that response.

“Why are you asking, anyway,” Robert frowned with confusion.

Aaron shook his head slightly, finishing his meal and leaving the table as he took his plate to the sink.

“No reason,” he explained. “Just that Adam was going on about him and Vic and their date nights. They do it once a month.”

Aaron stood with his back to Robert, grimacing as he faced the wall and washed his plate up in the sink full of hot water, aware that this was the kind of thing that made his husband cringe.

Robert smirked again, finishing his own meal and moving to join Aaron at the sink, sliding his plate into the bowl for Aaron to wash as he trailed his arms around his husband’s waist, standing behind him and resting his chin against Aaron’s shoulder as he finished the washing up.

They stood in each other’s embrace for a short while, swaying gently with the movement of Aaron’s body as he washed up the small pile of mugs and plates, Robert smiling as he watched his husband’s hands at work, desperate for the feel of them against his body, all too well aware after fifteen years of marriage precisely what those hands were capable of.

“Stop smiling,” Aaron teased, without so much as a sideways glance to check if his suspicions were right.

Robert laughed into his neck.

“What are you thinking?” Aaron asked, placing the last of the plates in the drying rack and shaking the suds off his hands, Robert reluctantly peeling himself away from his husband and handing him a tea towel as he spun round and leant back against the work surface.

“It was last November,” Robert said, sure of himself.

Aaron frowned, throwing the tea towel back onto the side and accepting Robert’s arms around his waist again, facing him this time.

Robert placed a chaste kiss against his lips.

“We went to that new Italian restaurant, remember?”

Aaron nodded slowly as the memory flooded back to him.

“The best Italian food in the whole of Yorkshire, and you had a margarita pizza,” Robert smiled.

Aaron mirrored him, biting down on his lip in that way he always seemed to do when he was worried his smile might just grow too wide.

“Sometimes it’s best to keep it simple,” Aaron shrugged with a smirk. “You wouldn’t get that, of course.”

Robert raised his eyebrows.

“Well, I get you don’t I –”

“Oi!” Aaron gently shoved against him, Robert pretending he’d been hurt as he held his hands tightly to his chest, laughing along with his husband before grabbing him by his hoodie and drawing him in to kiss against his lips, making clear his intentions.

“Stop it, Vic will be here in a sec with the kids,” Aaron protested, despite himself.

“Fine,” Robert relented reluctantly, turning to grab the tea towel from where Aaron had thrown it onto the side and starting to dry the plates. “So you want monthly date nights now, do you?”

Aaron laughed, shaking his head and flicking a glance up at his husband with an upturn of his lips in that way that was just so distinctly Aaron.

“I dunno,” Aaron shrugged, hesitant. “But I definitely think it’s about time you took me on another one, don’t you?”


the calendar // panic! at the disco


This is Kaitlyn. She’s 9 years old and Saturday she joined me in the fight for trans rights and raising awareness for abuse. She was so joyful and asked me so many questions. She told me if I had to go back to my moms house she was gonna kidnap me and save me. Kaitlyn was absolutely adorable and was accompanied by her family, who I thank for supporting me for the past year and a half. I love teaching people, especially kids. Being transgender is not a bad example to children. The more kids I reach out to, the more likely they’ll be willing to teach others while they’re still young.
Again, thank you Kaitlyn for supporting #RiseforRyan ❤️

The Easy Way (Part 6) - Carl Grimes & Negan Imagine


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summary: italics = flashback 

a/n: hey everyone, i want to thank you all for reading this. i don’t even know how, but my account gained over 200 followers in a week, and that really amazes me. i’m going through a really rough time right now, and what makes me happiest is when i’m making others happy. so thank you for all the nice messages and requests to continue this. i’ll continue to do so until i don’t get requests to keep it going. writing makes me happy, your requests make me happy, and CARL FUCKING GRIMES MAKES ME HAPPY LET’S QUIT THIS SAPPY SHIT AND GET TO THE GOOD STUFF

“She’s just a kid.” Rosita protested. 

“No, she ain’t! She’s grown up, now. Kids aren’t kids anymore.”

“She deserves to have a childhood; as much as she can, nowadays.”

“She’s a fighter. As much as I wish I could drive her to dance class and take her out to pizza, we don’t have those options anymore!” Abe refuted. 

“She doesn’t have to be a hard-ass in order to be strong! There may not be many options, but there’s sure as hell more than one. She doesn’t have to be violent. She doesn’t have to be cruel. We can make sure of that.”

Rosita and Abe cared for you the best that they could. Abe loved you, and he thought the best thing for you was to make sure you were tough. He wanted you to be able to take anything this foul world had to throw at you. Rosita, on the other hand, admired your innocence. She did value strength, but she also believed that you deserved to be young and act your age. 

“She risked her life for Eugene. You can’t be mad at her for that.”

“I sure as hell can be! I taught her to be tough, not stupid.” Abe challenged. 

“Don’t you ever call her stupid. She’s trying to impress you. That’s all. Can’t you see she looks up to you?” Rosita retorted. 

You had always admired your brother. He was strong and physically intimidating, but he was also caring. When your parents died, you relied on him, and only him. It took you a long time to finally open up to Rosita and Eugene, who ended up becoming your family. 

“Eugene. Eugene! You have to stop crying! She needs us.”

“Eugene, I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Come with me. I have to make sure she’s okay.”

“I know you’re sad he’s gone, but he was her brother. We can’t leave her alone when she needs us most.”

Eugene wouldn’t talk for a while after Abe died. He was really attached to him. You didn’t know if he was going to be able to live without him.  

“I miss him.” you sobbed. 

“I miss him, too.” Rosita sighed. 

“I have nobody left.”

“You have me. You have Eugene. You have Carl, Rick, Michonne, and Maggie. You have Enid and Sasha. We’re all here.”

“He isn’t.”

They all tried to help. They really did. But nobody was him. They couldn’t be. He was gone, and the more you thought about it, the less true it seemed to be. You could still picture him driving cars he would find that still had gas in them. You and Eugene would sit in the back of the truck and talk about anything and everything. Now you talked about the weather; anything to not mention Abe.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, Eugene.”

Adrenaline flowed though your veins and ran throughout your entire body. 

“Can’t you just get it over with already?” 

“You got it, sweetheart.” With that, Negan lifted Lucille above his head and swung at you. You closed your eyes, ready to die. But to your dismay, you never felt the cracking of your skull. You never gagged as your teeth shattered and caused your gums to bleed. 

“What does a guy have to do to get some lemonade around here? Lucille’s thirsty, god damn it!”

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Straightforward (Jay Park)

Anonymous asked: Hii can I request a jay park scenario where the reader and him are Best friends and he confesses to you 😆

Originally posted by clubeskimo

    “So, what do you want to do today?” you asked, putting your sneaker-clad feet on Jay’s dashboard and watching with no surprise as he shoved them off (the exact same thing happened most times you rode in his car).

    “How about we go to the Bentley dealership and you can buy me a hella nice cleaning kit for this car and then demonstrate how it works? I’ve never gotten this as dirty as you have,” he replied, turning the key in the ignition.

    “That’s not true!” you protested. “I’ll I’ve done is gotten a little dirt on the dashboard. You were the genius who decided to get a white leather interior and then eat flaming hot Cheetos in it while drunk. Did you ever get out the stains?”

    He frowned at you.

    “No good enough comeback for that one, eh?” you asked. “I didn’t think so. So, like I was saying, where are we going?”

    “Well, maybe I’ll just drop you off at your apartment again,” he said. “You’re being kinda annoying…”

    “Jay!” you protested.

    “I’m kidding you, geez,” he said, glancing at you with a playful smile before his eyes returned to the road and his expression became serious.

     “What’s on your mind?” you asked.

     “What are you talking about?” he asked, not looking over at you.

    “I know you, and there’s something you’re not telling me right now,” you said. “When you smile for real, you smile a long time, and that one lasted for like two seconds.”

    “You’re close to being able to read my mind, but not quite there,” he said. “I’m fine. Seriously. Anyway, I was thinking maybe we could just go shopping? Morning on a weekday- the mall shouldn’t be too busy.”

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raerraws  asked:

If the turts had babies with their S/O's! How would the turts react to their child playing with their weapon even after being instructed not to, and actually getting hurt in the process? Does dad or mom give discipline?

I’m really working on these asks, I’m not used to them so its the first time with me working on them. I hope you still like it!!! Also I’ve made the ages different for each turtle !! hope this was okay  !!!

Age: 12

“How did you even get hold of these?!” 

“You left them on the table” they sobbed, winching at the pain as they shamefully looked down as Donnie was stitching up the small but deep wound on their hand. I don’t think Leo would be able to give punishment, he’d be kicking himself too much. He’d take it out on himself, beating himself up both emotionally and physically going extra hard in the dojo as the mama was sorting things out. The ma is going to make them do every chore imaginable, just to make them understand that those weapons are not toys and shouldn’t be treated like such. Of cause, raising such an understanding kid, they took their punishment without a word. Because damn their hand really freaking hurt and they’re gonna regret ever touching them.

Leo is going to need a talking too though, I Honestly believe he’ll beat himself up for it for a while. Maybe up until the wound has completely healed, so they’ll have to smack him around the face a little and tell him these things happen, and assure him it’ll never happen again. 

“But please, be careful where you put them in the future?” He’d kiss her after saying that, like sealing the deal type of thing. 

Age: 10


“I’m sorry!” They were wincing, tears in their eyes as the already felt the bruise forming on their head. And of cause, they would go straight to Donnie to see if there was any long term damage, of cause they had a concussion. Mikey would be the soft one out of the two of them, so mama bear would be the one to give the punishment. It would be her taking away their kids video games and comic books,and i assure you, that would bring the biggest temper tantrum in the world. But even Mikey would back her up on this one, they weren’t a toy! After this he would keep them on him at all times, and even ask donnie if he had a safe he could use for them on a night. I also bet everything he would be so smothering afterwards, even with protests from their kid. 

Age: 13

“This is why I said no to playing with these”

“I know..” I feel like Raph’s kid would cut his face? Maybe they raised their hand too high and just grazed their cheek? nothing too harmful, not enough to leave stitches. But there would definitely be a lot of blood.

Out of all the kids, I feel like Raphs would be the one to actually go out of their way to get the weapons. mama bear isn’t going to go near this punishment - she’s gonna leave it all to Raph and not get involved. He’d ban anything fun for a very, very long time. Not letting them near a tv or internet, not letting ‘em hang out with any friends either. He’s gonna be so let down with them, all he asks of his child is to respect him and their mother. He doesn’t think that’s asking for much. The kids going to ignore them both for a while, but soon enough their heads going to be hung low and they’re going to apologize profoundly. 

“You did great baby” they’re s/o would smile, kissing his cheeks as they watched their kid run to their phone after about a month of not having it. 

Age: 11

“I thought I told you not to touch this, do you even understand how dangerous this is, i can’t believe–” 

“…..” I truly believe Donnie would talk the hell out of them, I don’t think he’d really punish them like the other turtles. Just lecture them. A lot. Literally to the point where they actually are sorry and wont want to go near the thing again. Of cause, the mama bear wouldn’t want to do anything either, knowing his lectures would be enough. However something has to be done for them to really understand what they did was wrong, so mama would personally take away any gadgets that they had. Between them not having their stuff and their dad nagging in their ear constantly, they’d get the message and apologize for what they did. 

heaven is a place on earth

They lay together. They were not quite touching, but they didn’t need to. They shared their space and their air and their words, and that was all any poor boy in New York City had to his name.

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