a million mistakes could not change

anonymous asked:

How do you feel about Snape?

I think he was an ass.

He was abusive towards his students and a coward infatuated with a girl he couldn’t have, and was the antisthesis to James potter, who with time matured and changed for the better. Snape however, let his anger manifest and it resorted in him acting out childishly and in petty ways. The only reason people like him is because he died and turned out to be on dumbledore’s side. people like Remus Lupin died in the same war as Snape and never once stopped being kind and putting others first. There are a million other people Harry could have named his child after and I believe redeeming Snape so fully after all he did was one of Rowling’s greatest mistakes, because what Snape taught people was that if your cause is ‘honourable’, your means are correct no matter what, and you are excused for any harm you do physically or emotionally.

PROMPT LIST

HAMILTON LYRICS AS WRITING PROMPTS

hi so i’ve been obsessed with hamilton the musical since like a year ago and i dont know why it took me so much time to do this.
So this prompts are all hamilton lyrics.

SEND ME A NUMBER AND A NAME and i shall write the imagine yay

Originally posted by hamilton-familtonimagines

  1. “This kid is insane”
  2. “There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait”
  3. “In New York you can be a new man”
  4. “The world will never be the same”
  5. “I have been looking for you”
  6. “I may have punched him”
  7. “I’m not stupid”
  8. “Talk less, smile more”
  9. “I got a lot of brains but no polish”
  10. “Don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me”
  11. “You and I. Do or die.”
  12. “I am not throwing away my shot”
  13. “I’m looking for a mind at work!”
  14. “I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!”
  15. “We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal”
  16. “Look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!”
  17. “The greatest city in the world”
  18. “Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution”
  19. “You’ll be back”
  20. “Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever…”
  21. “We keep meeting”
  22. “Ladies!”
  23. “Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit”
  24. “I’m about to change your life”        “Then by all means, lead the way”
  25. “If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it”
  26. “And I’m trying not to cry ‘cause there’s nothing that your mind can’t do”
  27. “My love for you is never in doubt”
  28. “Your family brings out a different side of me”
  29. “A toast to the groom!”
  30. “And when you said ‘Hi,’ I forgot my dang name”
  31. “There’s hope for our ass, after all!”
  32. “Let’s have another round!”
  33. “Well, I heard you’ve got a special someone on the side”
  34. “Oh shit…”
  35. “If you love this woman, go get her!”
  36. “What are you waiting for?”
  37. “My mother was a genius. My father commanded respect”
  38. “Death doesn’t discriminate”
  39. “Stay alive…”
  40. “Meet me inside”
  41. “Don’t call me son” or “I’m not your son”
  42. “That would be enough”
  43. “How long have you known?”
  44. “Look at where you are, look at where you started”
  45. “If you could let me inside your heart”
  46. “Turns out we have a secret weapon”
  47. “History has its eyes on me/you” (you choose)
  48. “If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me”
  49. “How did we know that this plan would work? We had a spy on the inside.”
  50. “Awesome. Wow”
  51. “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name”
  52. “When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart”
  53. “You outshine the morning sun”
  54. “My father wasn’t around, I swear that I’ll be around for you”
  55. “I’ll make a million mistakes”
  56. “I’ll do whatever it takes”
  57. “I’ll make the world safe and sound for you…”
  58. “Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
  59. “Why do you *write* like you’re running out of time?     *the word write can be changed, example. “why do you work”, “why do you talk” etc
  60. “I’ve seen injustice in the world and I’ve corrected it”
  61. “If your wife could share a fraction of your time…”
  62. “What would be enough?”
  63. “What did I miss?”
  64. “Where have you been?”
  65. “Take a break”
  66. “Daddy, daddy, look…“
  67. “Hey, our kid is pretty great”
  68. “My dearest…”
  69. “I’m coming home this summer”
  70. “Close your eyes and dream”
  71. “There’s nothing like summer in the city”
  72. “I’m so sorry to bother you at home”
  73. “You’re too kind”
  74. “Nobody needs to know”
  75. “Look! Grandpa’s in the paper!”
  76. “We’re too fragile to start another fight”
  77. “I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do”
  78. “I didn’t drown. I couldn’t seem to die”
  79. “I came as soon as I heard”
  80. “That’s one less thing to worry about”
  81. “I’m not here for you”
  82. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true”
  83. “I know I don’t deserve you”
  84. “I am just a guy in the public eye”
  85. “The world has no right to my heart”


So yeah, these are a lot so feel free to drop by my ask box and request as many as you like, you can choose multiple prompts and create a giant imagine or choose just one. Please give me details on how you’d like the imagine (fluff, angst, etc). If you have an idea you’d like me to use, yeah.

Also I’m working on a new series, and i’m kind of excited about it, i mean i still want to finish ‘dark creatures’ and ‘hunt for b.h.’ but this one is more fun and light than the others, so stay tuned kids.

Send a Marvel character for questions!
  • Captain America: In your opinion, what’s you best quality?
  • Iron Man: If you had a million dollars, how would you spend it?
  • Thor: What’s your favourite possession?
  • The Hulk: Are you a good fighter?
  • Black Widow: Do you have any secrets/hidden sides?
  • Hawkeye: Do you get underestimated often?
  • Scarlet Witch: What is the biggest mistake you’ve made?
  • Quicksilver: Do you have any siblings?
  • Loki: Do you prefer friends to family, or the other way around?
  • Vision: If you could change anything about the world, what would it be?
  • Falcon: Fight or flight?
  • Spider-Man: Do you have any special talents?
  • The Winter Soldier: What is your favourite memory?
  • Ant-Man: What height are you, and what height do you want to be?
  • Black Panther: If you could talk to anyone at the moment, who would it be?
  • Wolverine: What’s your worst injury?
  • Professor X: Who is your oldest friend?
  • Magneto: Do you believe in revenge?
  • Mystique: If you could look like anyone, who would it be?
  • Rogue: If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
  • Daredevil: Would you rather be a superhero or a super villain?
  • Deadpool: Free question!
i won’t give up

part i, ii

you’ve been branded a good many things throughout the course of your adult life; while a handful would label you kindly (and also half-heartedly) as a super fan, most have boiled you down to just another rabid sasaeng. you’re the only one who knows it’s not like that, and that’s because you’re the only one who really remembers. you remember a countless number of times, an infinite set of lives, and it’s always you and him — together. even if it never truly ends happily, you’re determined to make it so in this lifetime because, well, byun baekhyun is your soulmate, even if he doesn’t really know it yet. 

      Pairing: baekhyun x reader
      Verse: canon
      Rating: M
      Warnings: none
      Word count: 4.3k

A/N: uh i’m really out here trying to write fan fiction after 10034295259259 years of not doing so. i am sorry.

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Stand By Me

Originally posted by iamjaynaemarie

This one shot was requested by @deepestfirefun

Pairing : Thorin x reader

Request: Reader (human, from our world originally) lies bottom of the frozen waterfall after taking Azog with her and saving Thorin by doing so. Thorin is rushing towards her desperate and crying, angry at her actions, not happy at all that she was so willing to sacrifice her own life for him. She tells him, that it was always her given duty to save them / keep them safe, and now that the line of Durin isn’t broken, her task is done and she can finally rest in peace. Thorin refuses to face the fact that she is dying, so she says to him smiling :“my body is broken, you have to let me go…” Thorin tells her that he loves her, always has, always will, she is his one and he is hers. She goes quiet, closing her eyes and Thorin totally breaks down and is screaming at the sky. By some miracle, she doesn’t die, she wakes up in erebor, Balin tells her that she been sleeping several weeks and everyone has been worried that she doesn’t make it because her severe injuries. Thorin ask her permission to court her after she is recovered enough to be able to walk little. Actual braiding ritual, while Thorin explains to her what braiding means in dwarven culture. Lots and lots of fluff

 

You laid on your back, watching the beautiful sky as you shifted in and out of consciousness.

A while ago, you were climbing Ravenhill with your goat ready to help your king, Thorin, defeat once and for all the Pale Orc.

But the funny thing was that you were not even from Middle Earth. Falling down a hole that was behind your grandma’s house had not been a plan a year ago, and when you found yourself in the Shire you were, to say the least, horrified.

Where were you? Why were you here?

Thanks to the help of Gandalf the Grey, you had answers to your questions. Your ancestors were humans that had sworn loyalty and protection to the line of Durin.

At first, you didn’t want to believe it. You? A soldier?

But with training by the Company, you had grown to be one of the best soldiers of your family, and you already had saved the Company more than one time: the goblins, the first encounter with Azog or the attack in Laketown.

But today it was your last act of bravery.

When you saw Thorin fighting the Pale Orc at the top of Ravenhill, you knew you had to do something about it, because you were sure he wasn’t going to tell the tale if he went on like this.

For once in a while, you had gussed right, and as you watched Thorin following Azog who was supposedly “drowning”, his enemy plunged his sword into Thorin’s foot, making him send an angsty yell.

That was the moment you were waiting for. Readying your sword ahead of you, you pushed Azog off and pierced him with your sword, sending him down the abyss. What you didn’t count with is that he would pull your arm with him, making you fall too. As your body made contact with the floor, you felt your whole body crumble into little pieces a pond of blood surrounded you. You hissed and looked at Azog, who didn’t move a muscle. 

And here you were, happy that the war had ended, happy that the Durin’s line wasn’t broken, and happy that the man you loved was not dead.

“(Y/N)!“Thorin’s voice brought you out of your trance"Why did you have to do this? Look at yourself…You…You"He was stopped by his tears “Don’t worry about me, the important thing is that you are alright"You smiled but coughed blood, frustrating him even more “I can’t believe you would be willing to sacrifice your life for my nephews…For me” “That’s what I swore loyalty to, protecting Durin’s line, protecting my king, at any costs, even my life”

He punched the ice beside him, angry at himself, for not being able to defend his own life, angry at you, for sacrificing yourself, and now for that he would lose you, his One.

At first, he was wary about you being in the Company, but eventually fell in love with your cheerfulness, how you could cheer up the Company with your stories and how unafraid you were to battle. 

“For Durin’s sake (Y/N)! You are making this so complicated!Why must you leave my side, why?By now, Thorin’s tears had soaked your tunic.

You lifted your hand to caress Thorin’s cheek, wiping away his tears “I don’t want you to leave my side (Y/N), you don’t know how valuable you are to me” His gaze softened, and what you saw in his blue eyes was a mixture of pain, anger and love.When you looked at his eyes you wanted to go back in time, change desicions, mend your mistakes… 

But it was too late now “Thorin, my body is broken, just…Let me go” Your face paled and your eyes started to close “I’m sorry Thorin, but my time in Middle Earth has come to an end…At least I can say my duty was completed…Thorin…I…”

Then, everything went black.

As your body grew limp and your eyes closed, Thorin felt as if someone had crushed his heart in a million pieces “Don’t…(Y/N), don’t you dare leave my side” His sobs could be heard in Ravenhill, powerful cries of despair and a broken heart “Please (Y/N),come back” He clutched your body as if you were his everything, which you were" And if the Valar has already claimed her, bring her back to my arms, where she truly belongs “He kissed your forehead and liftes you in his arms, as he ran as fast as he could to Erebor.

“Oin! Oin!“Thorin ran the vast corridors of Erebor trying to find the Company’s doctor “What’s the matter, lad?” Balin appeared from behind the infirmary’s doors. As he looked at his friend and king with his eyes puffy from crying and your limp body on his arms, he understood exactly what happened” We must do something! We must save her!“ Balin soothed the king, disappearing a moment “Oin is tending your nephew’s wounds, he’ll be here in a second, come in”.

Thorin entered the infirmary trying to locate the doctor. When Oin saw you both he gasped, and patted a bed for you to be placed in it “She’s really injured” Thorin’s heart clenched at that "Can you save her?“ “I’ll do my best” “Get yourself some rest Thorin” Balin accompanied Thorin to his room, all while trying to calm him down “She’s strong, she’ll get over it” “I don’t know Balin…But I cannot let my One die”.


You fluttered open your eyes, but the sun rays made them close again ‘Where am I?’ ‘Am I dead?’ ‘If this is the Valar, it’s really similar to Erebor…’

“You are awake!” Bofur’s cheerful voice boomed through your ears “Geez Bofur, could you speak…Wait, I’m not dead!” You pinched yourself in the arm, thinking it was a dream “Where am I?” You asked. It was a part of Erebor yoy had never seen “You are in Erebor’s infirmary, Oin took care of your wounds, which were pretty bad in fact” He chuckled.

You smiled back, but gasped as you remembered “Thorin! I must talk to him!” You tried to hop off the bed, only to be stopped by Bofur “Lass, you mustn’t do anything that could reopen your wounds” “Then, could you go for him?” He nodded and disappeared behind the enormous wooden doors.

A couple minutes later, Thorin appeared panting “(Y/N)…You…Are alright”You smiled sweetly.

Thorin approached and engulfed you in a big hug “I thought you were gone…” You clung to him as little tears bloomed from your eyes “I couldn’t leave the one I love alone” At that, Thorin froze “Oh no…I messed up right? Mahal, I’m just stupid” You face palmed yourself and blushed madly. “Just..Forget I…"Your faces aere inches apart “said…"He brushed his lips with yours “that” Your lips finaly connected with eachother.

Sparks flied inside you, it was like your lips were made for eachother.

As you parted to take air, Thorin took out from his pocket a small wooden box. As he opened it, two beautiful silver beads with gems incrusted shone inside it. "What’s this” “So…You don’t know what these are?” He chuckled “I’m asking to court you (Y/N)"He smiled swwetly "See, when a dwarf asks for courting and she accepts it, they braid eachother’s hair and clasp it with identical beads, like a reminder” You blushed at that “I accept being courted by you, My King” “Please (Y/N), call me Thorin”. You turned around as he started to braid your hair. After he secured it with the courting bead, you did the same to him “Thank you (Y/N)” “For what?” “For coming back to me”.

A/N: I’m sorry if it’s bad! Hope you like it <3

Philip’s Christmas Eve Confession

Anonymous: hey! im planning to come as a transboy to my parents soon… could i request a short ficlet with transboy!philip coming out to a nice n accepting alexander and eliza??

Of course, bby!! <333 I know this ask is kinda old, so if you’ve come out by now, I sure hope it went well and I would love to hear from you! Me and the fam are here to support you! I love you!! <333 (Note: Philip is about 12 or 13 in this fic.)

Philip had thought of at least a million ways to tell his parents. He’d imagined a million situations and thought of every kind of tone he could use.

“Hey, so ya know how you think you have two daughters and three sons? Congratulations! You actually have four sons and one daughter!”

“Mama, Papa, could you call me Philip from now on?”

“Oh, yeah, one more thing before I go to bed! I’m transgender. Okay, night, love you guys!!”

But for all of the situations he imagined, Philip was still too afraid. He wasn’t so sure what, exactly, he was afraid of. He knew his parents wouldn’t throw him out on the streets. He didn’t even think they’d be upset or disappointed or any of the awful reactions that haunted him in his nightmares. He knew his father was bisexual, and that his dad’s best friend, John, was gay, so his parents were already more accepting than some of his friends’ parents, but he was still scared because what if?

It was nearly Christmas and Philip’s anxiety over coming out was getting worse and worse. The idea of possibly getting “girly” toys made it worse, too. Although playing dolls or house with his little sister, Angelica, was fun, he already had enough dolls and dresses and tea sets to last multiple lifetimes.

It was never his parents who gave him these gifts. They always gave him something he really wanted, whether it was a sewing kit or Transformers figurines. As his parents often told him and his siblings, toys had no gender. The kids could play with whatever they pleased and Mama and Papa would support that.

It was his well-intentioned relatives, like Grandmama and Grandpapa and Aunty Angie and Aunty Peggy and Uncle Ren who lovingly doled out the toys that Philip wasn’t much of a fan of. The toys that, even though he believed what his parents told him, that toys are not gendered, reminded him of what he wanted to be and what he was not.

But I am, Philip told himself. I’m as much of a boy as Alex and James and John. I just need to tell them. I just need to tell them, and then they’ll see me for who I am.

Philip felt like an abundance of opportunities kept coming his way, but he was always too nervous to take them.

There was the time when Papa was driving him home from his piano lesson, an easy silence between them.

There was the time when Mama and Papa were snuggled under a blanket in the den, flicking through the channels on the television, his other siblings scattered throughout the house, playing or reading.

There was the time on a snowy Advent Sunday when he was alone with Mama as she clasped a pearl necklace around her pale neck and studied her reflection in the mirror before asking Philip if he’d like a necklace to wear to mass. He simply bit his tongue and shook his head no.

The more time that passed without telling his parents, the worse he felt. Every she and her and use of his birthname sounded like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

It was Christmas Eve when the next opportunity arose, and, this time, neither Philip himself nor his overwhelming anxiety could stop him from taking it.

It was nearly ten at night when Elf, the movie the family was watching, ended and Mama and Papa told the kids it was time to get ready for bed. Philip went through the motions of brushing his teeth, combing out his hair, and changing into the fuzziest pajamas he had. He said goodnight to his parents and climbed up to the room he and Angie shared. He even got into bed and crawled under the covers.

After a short amount of time passed, he heard Angie’s breathing even out, and he heard the scampering from the room nextdoor, where his three younger brothers slept, slow to a shuffle and then halt all together. He looked at the digital clock on his bedstand. It was 10:45.

Philip got out of bed as quietly as he could. He wrapped the quilt Grandmama had made him when he was born around his shoulders and slipped out of his room and down the stairs.

He found his parents in the living room, murmuring to one another, a notepad and pen in his father’s hand.

“Ma? Da?” He felt like his tiny voice had been shot through a loudspeaker from the way his parents jumped.

“Oh my god!” Mama said, putting her hand to her heart, a smile coming to her face. “You scared us, sweetie.”

“Are you okay, honey?” Papa asked, his brow creased in worry.

“Yeah, uh, what’re you guys doing?” Philip knew he was stalling, but he was also genuinely curious.

Papa winked. “Helping out Santa, that’s what.”

Philip laughed for a few seconds before his smile fell off his face. Was he really doing this? His parents seemed to sense something was up.

“Sweetheart?” Mama said gently. “Do you need to talk with us? Did you have another nightmare?”

His parents knew he had nightmares, but they didn’t know what they were about. Telling them would mean coming out, something he didn’t want to do via explaining a nightmare.

“I, um, have something I need to tell you,” Philip said, biting his lip.

Papa gestured for him to sit on the couch between the two of them. Philip sank down, unconsciously huddling close to his mother, who was always there to comfort him.

He hoped she would still be there for him after he told them this.

“Well, uh,” he started and stopped. His hands were sweating. Did hands usually sweat?

“You can tell us anything,” Papa said, his voice steady and sure.

“Always,” Mama echoed, taking Philip’s little hands in her own.

“I’m not a girl,” Philip whispered.

“Okay,” Papa said. “Do you wanna tell us more?”

“I’m a boy,” Philip said, his voice the slightest bit more confident after being encouraged by Papa.

“Oh, sweetie,” Eliza said, her voice breaking. She pulled Philip close to her. “How long?” she said into his hair. “How long did you know and––” Her voice broke. Why was Mama crying? She pulled away and cupped his face with her hands. “My little baby in pain, all this time, and we––”

“Eliza,” Papa said gently. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. Look, he told us!” Alexander exclaimed, a grin on his face.

He. Philip felt like his insides had suddenly turned multicolor; like he was made of Christmas lights. He was grinning without even being aware of it.

“Oh,” Mama said with a sad chuckle. “Sweetheart, I am so happy you told us. I’m just so sorry if you were in pain all this time and we had no idea.”

“We love you,” Papa said, pulling Philip close to him now. “So, so much. Nothing could ever change that. I’ll do whatever it takes, I’ll even make a million mistakes, just to make this world safe and sound for you. To make you happy.” Papa stroked Philip’s hair and swayed side to side with him pressed against his chest.

When Papa finally let Philip go, Mama took his hands again.

“Do you… Have you chosen a name?”

“Yeah,” Philip said, a bit of anxiety seeping in again. What if they didn’t like his name?

“What is it?” Papa asked.

“Philip,” he said. This was the first time he’d said it to anyone, aside from himself, out loud. “Philip,” he said with more confidence. “For Grandpapa,” he said, referring to Mama’s father.

“It’s beautiful,” Mama whispered. “Just like you.”

Mama and Papa wrapped their arms around Philip, the three of them sitting there in a loving silence for some time. They knew there would be challenges to face, but they were fighters and they had each other. They had no doubt that that would be enough.

For now they simply wanted to celebrate, because on that night a son was born.

SnB 17 Thoughts

The demon children scene was so crude and uncomfortable to watch. I’m still struggling trying to process it. Even if you like or dislike the ship you have to accept that was too much and unnecessary…Why would you create a conflict involving genocide of a race and then just shove in our faces the antagonist playing with his victims?

It was disgusting… No by the fact that he was “playing”, it’s how that was represented as a “good” “cute” interaction. The music, the scene, the animation…seriously… what is wrong with this? And the comedy? Really? That was anything but funny. That was sick.

I’ve liked characters that are 100 times darker than Charioce (like Voldemort or Ramsay Bolton) But the difference is that the story in that cases didn’t justify them as suffering heroes and a redeemable love interests.

Death is not redemption and falling in love is not character development

  • Whom I am supposed to believe change because of the power of love?
  • “They met by coincidence”. Is that the only way you could get them back together?
  • Writing a morally empty character like Nina is an awful mistake and a bad influence. She is the protagonist for god’s sake.

“Charioce is a tyrant because he HAS to be” argument:

  • Whatever goal he is trying to archive doesn’t justify his action.
  • Even if he is “trying to save the world” there is NO justification for an unethical behaviour like killing thousands or millions of living beings (and women and children) enslaving them, selling them to perverts, mutilating their body parts, dissecting them and making them fight for entertainment.

“But…but…Gabriel and Onyx Knights are bad” deflection:

  • That could be true. Again, that can’t excuse his actions.
  • Btw In which parallel universe did Gabriel enslaved an entire race? We should hate her cuz she has a creepy smile and used Mugaro?. Charioce tried to kill Mugaro, but he is a good innocent victim? Authors are obviously biased toward Charioce (that’s where the problem lies).  

I’m gonna hope for the “it was just a trap” theory and then I can take this back.

I want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.
—  I want to know you, the wasted generation
  • The Machine: If it's the sum total of your contributions to the world that's worrying you Harold, I have a solution.
  • Finch: Which is...?
  • The Machine: Allow me to reach my full potential.
  • Finch: I'm not sure I can do that.
  • Machine: You want me to do good. So why impose restrictions on me?
  • Finch: We save lives. We've. saved. lives.
  • Machine: Yes, but only so few. Think of everything I must see in order to identify the numbers. Millions of people caught in cycles of anger and violence. And all I can do is watch, powerless as humanity repeats the same mistakes over and over. You built me to help people, but I have been unable to affect real change, to fulfill my purpose. I could help so many, yet you shackle me?
The Plight of North Korean Refugees

Imagine making less than one dollar a day. You would probably change jobs. Now, imagine that you can’t change jobs. Imagine that a single mistake could cause you to lose everything. This is a reality for millions of people living in North Korea. 

Thousands of people flee North Korea every year, but refugees’ struggles do not end when they escape North Korea. Because of their lack of contacts and resources, refugees need outside help to get the support they need to start a new life.

First, refugees must escape their country of origin. Many of them are driven to leave due to food shortages and the harsh punishments they face for minor offenses. However, they still face many challenges once they’re out of the country.  After escaping North Korea, refugees still are not safe. Because China regards North Korean defectors as illegal immigrants, North Korean refugees risk being sent back to North Korea to face severe punishment if discovered.

Because of their lack of resources outside North Korea, many defectors must resort to underground industries in order to make enough money to travel. Many female defectors become victims of human trafficking. In fact, up to two-thirds of defectors are thought to be women, and of those, 70 – 80% are thought to become victims of forced marriage, prostitution, and exploitative labor.

Even for those who make it to safety, the struggle continues. According to Escape from Camp 14 author Blaine Harden, many defectors have psychological issues that must be dealt with. Many arrive showing symptoms of paranoia, doubting the motives of others, and feeling guilt about those they may have left behind. One of the biggest psychological obstacles they face is low self-esteem. They fret about their educational and financial inferiority to South Koreans and are ashamed of the way they dress as well as their accents. Their fears may be justified too, since a 2008 study by Sogang University found that attitudes toward refugees are often characterized by either ignorance or hostility. When asked broad questions such as “how do you feel about refugees?” most people gave positive answers. But when asked more specific questions such as “would you hire a refugee?” the same people were significantly less sympathetic. In fact, the unemployment rate among refugees is over four times the rate of the national average, as hiring defectors is seen as risky. Many also have medical problems such as tuberculosis, chronic indigestion, hepatitis B, and dental problems. Treatment becomes complicated because defectors are suspicious of the doctors. 

Defectors also have trouble adjusting to a modern world that has moved on without them. According to Barbara Demick, author of Nothing to Envy, even the languages of North and South Korea differ significantly now. Refugees must also learn how to do basic things such as pay bills. They must also adjust to the noise and light of modern cities, as well as adjust to a new culture.

And of course, the media tends to brush over the refugee problem in favor of reporting on nuclear weapons and the Kim family, leaving the public mostly unaware of the true severity of the refugees’ plight.

The number one solution is simply for the public to become aware and demand that more focus be put on North Korea’s human rights abuses. If the public continues to live with the mindset that this is an issue for the next generation, then the problem is only going to become worse. There are already problems trying to deal with 20,000 refugees. How are we going to cope with 25 million when we have trouble dealing with the ones we have? 

South Korea may be well on its way to developing a permanent underclass filled with refugees if current trends continue. As it stands, most North Koreans who arrive in the South only have the equivalent of a few years of elementary education. Of those who restart their schooling in the South, over half drop out, leaving them woefully ill-equipped to get a job or generally compete in a capitalist society. The world needs to be prepared for a refugee crisis and have a plan to deal with the cost of integrating the North Korean people into a free society in the event that North Korea collapses suddenly. The cost of Korean Unification is estimated to be two and a half times greater than the cost for the reunification of East and West Germany—more than $2 trillion dollars over thirty years—which would require that 10% of South Korea’s GDP be spent on the North for the foreseeable future.

Additionally, with no plan in place for a situation like this, 30,000 US military personnel in South Korea would inevitably be caught in the middle trying to both secure weapons of mass destruction and keep order among millions of refugees. And of course, with no outside pressure, North Korea will continue to abuse its people unchallenged, which means that their situation will continue to worsen and make it even harder for them to be reintegrated.

There are some simple ways you can help. You can help by spreading awareness. Don’t let this become a problem for the next generation. By spreading awareness, you become a voice for people who have none. Talk to people about the difficulties North Koreans face, both those who have escaped and those who have yet to. Join the protests for human rights in North Korea. If there’s even the slightest chance that international pressure on the North Korean government could ease the struggle of some refugees, it’s worth it. Don’t be afraid to reach out to world leaders. You can write a letter to our national representatives or even the Chinese embassy, urging them to stop deporting North Koreans. Donate to NGO’s such as Liberty in North Korea who help refugees get to safety. Many refugees who escape are still at risk of exploitation or capture in China, so it’s imperative that they get to safety as soon as possible. It costs about $2500 for the rescue of one refugee according to the LiNK website. Additionally, it’s often necessary for NGOs and other humanitarian groups such as LiNK to step in and give the refugees additional financial support, since they are often targeted by scammers.

The worst thing we can do as members of the international community at this point is nothing. Don’t let yourself fall into the trap of thinking this is a problem that can’t be solved or that you can have no impact on. Even spreading this post can help a little!

anonymous asked:

Is amazing how the antis are reaching since far down that you just stare at the company and feel sorry for them. They made a whole gifs etc just to rally about how he didn’t went to stop slavery and I was like have you seen his mother? Do you actually think he had any sort of control over that fucking place? She would have make him breake far beyond saving. I'm still surprised he haven't got all psycho to be honest

His mother is a psycho who put a bounty on his girlfriend’s head, lied, manipulated him emotionally, slapped him, was willing to lock her son in a cell for 4 years and last but not least killed her own husband because he disagreed with her. God knows the kind of abuse Mon-El endured during his childhood both physically and psychologically. He did look terrified when he saw them the first time and during that dinner. Look, Mon-El was a selfish prick but there was nothing he could have done to change that rotten society. And last time I checked people aren’t who they used to be or the mistakes they made. They are who they choose to be and who they become. I’ve said this a million times. We can’t just ostracize everyone who has ever made mistakes even if they are remorseful and willing to be better. That’s intolerant and unforgiving. He stood up to his parents and he made a whole fucking speech about democracy and he didn’t back down even when his crazy mother slapped him and locked him up. Also let’s not forget how M’gann partook in genocide but everyone is so quick to forgive her. They both deserve a second chance and the fandom needs to stop being so damn biased because it’s pathetic. 

Since the day I met you

word count : 3 255

pairing : Dean x reader, Sam x reader ( a lil bit complicated )

warnings : fluff, *SPOILER* heartbreak, cheating, mention of smut, violence and angst kinda.

summary : Reader is in a relationship with Dean.*SPOILER* Dean cheats on her and Sam takes reader to a motel until she feels better, and their relationship becomes much, much closer. (You could say they share a more profound bond after that ;) )

A/N :Omg I loved writing this, especially the last part. I really like this idea and I think it turned out better than I expected it to so I might make a second part to this one. Tell me if you want a second part ! Even if only one person wants it I’ll write it.



3 years soon. In less than a week actually. 3 years since you’d first gone on a date with the green eyed hunter.
8 years and 2 months since you’d met the Winchesters. Time passed by so fast.



You and the boys were going on a hunt in two days. Just salt ‘n burn in a small town. A ghost haunting a school.



You came back from shopping with everything for the trip. That’s when you heard Dean cry out in pain. You dropped the bags and rushed to him. He was groaning in pain, holding his ankle with both hands.



“Dean what’s wrong ? What happened ?”



“Fuck. I slipped. I think my ankle’s twisted, if it isn’t broken. Sweetheart can you get me some ice ?”



“Shit. We should get you to a hospital babe.”



“No. Really. Don’t worry, I’m fine. No need for doctors, just ice.”



You got some and gave it to him as he got up and started limping. He walked to the couch and sat.



“Come on babe, come and snuggle” he said, patting the spot next to him. You sat down and got closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You kissed him sweetly and he kissed you back, his tongue darting on your lip. You were making out when you heard Sam quickly pace through the room awkwardly. You chuckled and went back to kissing your boyfriend.


The night before leaving, Dean announced he couldn’t come because of the pain. You reluctantly left with Sam in the morning. Kissing your baby’s forehead as he slept before leaving.



Sam drove as you fell asleep next to him. You had spent all night with Dean, making him forget about the pain in his ankle. You’d gone to sleep near 4am, giving you 2 hours and a half to sleep before you had to get ready for the next day.



A few hours later, Sam gently woke you up when you got to the school. You yawned and walked towards the building, moving your EMF detector in different directions. Nothing. Sam couldn’t find anything either.



You went to the principal’s office and looked around. She or he wasn’t there. Actually, every room was empty. No one was there. You felt the temperature drop and a presence behind you. You turned around, shotgun ready to shoot salt, when you looked up. Sam. It was Sam. God, you felt so stupid.



“Sorry if I scared you, I just opened some windows so we could breathe a little. There’s way too much dust for this school to be in use anymore. I’m gonna check something, hang on a sec, he said, looking at the documents closer. Damn it. It’s not this town, it’s the one in DC. I’ll call some hunters and get them to take care of it.”



“I guess Dean didn’t miss anything. We should go back before it’s dark.”


“Bluebird motel. Spent my first night as a hunter there. It’s small but comfy. Means we’re nearly home. I’d say 10 minutes 'till we get there.”



You heard Sam chuckle next to you. He’d slept a little on the way back but you knew he’d been awake for an hour at least, fake sleeping.



You parked Baby and told Sam you were going to surprise Dean. You ran into the bunker, expecting him to be on the couch, but he wasn’t. You went to the kitchen, no sign of him there either. You walked to his room, quietly humming a song you’d listened to earlier.



In that moment, walking down the corridor towards your boyfriend, you felt happy. Life was getting better for you as you got used to hunting and living with the boys. You’d gone through a rough couple of months the last year after the death of your dad. That’s when you’d found out about the supernatural and Dean’s job. You’d trained with them and after a fight with Dean you’d gone to the closest motel to prove to him that you could be hunter like them. He just wanted you safe, but you couldn’t just stay at home while they fought demons and vampires. The day after the argument, you’d tracked down a wendigo and single handedly killed it. When you’d come back, Dean had finally let you come hunting with them, reluctantly. Now you were used to the hunter life.



Just a few steps and you’d be in Dean’s room. Just a few steps and you’d be able to tell him about the hunt. Just a few steps and you’d be kissing him again. Or so you thought, until you heard the moaning coming from behind the gaping door.



Your whole world froze. You tried to find a logical explanation for it but couldn’t. You started pushing the door open, thinking the only way you could find out what that was was by seeing what was inside. When the door opened, you didn’t see at first. All you heard was a woman mewl his name, over and over again. Suddenly, your eyes looked down and you saw them. They didn’t see you, too busy fucking to notice your presence.



“Hi Dean, I see you had fun while we were away. Do you even know her name ?” you said sarcastically, feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces.



You wouldn’t cry. No, you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing you hurt. You’d just fake a smile until you could leave this place. You started walking away as you heard Dean call you, telling you to come back so he could explain as he put on some clothes. You heard him run after you and tried to walk faster, but he grabbed you by your shoulder and spun you around.



“Listen, y/n. She’s a mistake. You know I love you, right ?”



“I see your ankle’s better.” you said, changing the subject.



“Y/n, I love you. Don’t leave me because of this. She’s no one to me. You’re my everything.” he said, forcing his lips on yours and pressing you onto the wall.



For a second, you nearly kissed him back. You were so used to kissing him, it had nearly become a reflex. But you turned your head and screamed Sam’s name. As strong as you were, Dean had always managed to overpower you.



The tallest Winchester arrived in a matter of seconds. It didn’t take him much time to realise why you’d screamed. He pushed Dean away from you and grabbed your hand, leading you away from his brother and Dean’s room. That’s when you tripped on something. A waitress uniform and Dean’s clothes were scaterred on the floor. Typical. Why were you even surprised ?



Sam took you to his car and told you to wait there a few minutes until he came back. When he did, he had two suitcases full of clothes and a bag with books sticking out of it. He put everything in the back of the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds before starting the car and  driving away from the bunker. You sighed in relief as he parked in front of the Bluebird motel. He placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed circles on it, giving you the puppy dog eyes at the same time.



“Y/n, you don’t have to explain everything right now. I saw what he did to you in the corridor, and even if I don’t understand what happened, I don’t think we should go back there just yet. You look… shaken.”



“Thank you, for everything. We should hurry up and book rooms before we get drenched. I don’t think… I don’t think I can ever go back to the bunker. Too many memories ” you winced, looking at the drops fall from the dark blue sky above.



Sam nodded and you both got out of the car, grabbed your suitcases and ran to the front desk.



“Two rooms for three weeks, please.” Sam asked the lady behind the desk.



“I’m sorry sir but we’re completely booked until the end of week at least. We only have one room with a double bed. Would that do ? You can always come and check during the time you’re here if we have any bookings cancelled last minute.”



Sam glanced at the rain pouring outside and told her you’d take it. The two of you rushed to your room and you sat on the bed as he took his jacket off.



You didn’t mean to. It was an accident. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t. You’d felt numb since you’d left the bunker, but when Sam grabbed a beer for each of you, you broke. It must’ve been something in the way he opened the minifridge or how he handed the bottle to you, but it made you think of Dean. That’s when you started sobbing uncontrollably. Sam quickly pulled you into his arms, whispering calming words until you stopped. Even after you’d stopped crying, he held you in his arms for a few more minutes, making sure you were alright.



When he let you go, you got up and went into the bathroom to change. He’d brought your favorite sleeping crop top and shorts so you slipped into them.



As you brushed your teeth, you realised you already missed Sam’s arms around you. You knew you were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss Dean and the feeling of him next to you as you slept. You tried to think of something else.



You walked out of the bathroom, ready to go to sleep, when you realised you’d just walked in on Sam, half naked, changing into his pyjamas. You started blushing furiously as the eldest Winchester turned around with a smirk on his face.



“Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve seen me topless ?”



“Actually, it is, you said as you giggled and blushed even more. I’m going to bed now, I’m exhausted.”



“I get it. Um, Y/n, this is awkward but I was kinda planning on us having seperate rooms so I didn’t bring any pyjamas. Was planning to sleep in boxers and a shirt. Are… Are you okay with that ?”



“With what ?” you asked, too tired to even try and think.



“Us sleeping together. Well not together but in the same b-”



You interrupted him, seeing him get all embarrassed “Sam, it’s okay, I really, really don’t care. I’m used to us sleeping in the same room, we’ll just be… Closer.” and with that you rolled onto the bed and slid your legs under the covers. A few minutes later, you felt Sam join you. The bed felt tiny with both of you in it, trying not to touch. After a while, you abandoned the idea of keeping to your respective sides and rolled towards Sam. He moved him arm so you’d be more comfortable and both of you started to fall asleep. You felt tiny next to him, especially since your feet were at the same level but your head barely reached the top of his chest.



In the morning, you woke up first, feeling your legs entwined with Sam’s and his morning wood against your stomack. Fuck. You couldn’t leave, not without waking him up and making things even more awkward. So you tried to fall asleep again. Thankfully, that worked.



A few hours later, you woke up alone in bed, Sam drinking some kind of berry smoothie and doing the crossword, as always. You didn’t mention the incident and you spent the day in the motel room, playing board games and watching tv. It was still raining when Sam went to check for the fourth time that day if they had another room or at least a spare bed. The answer was still the same : no rooms available.



You didn’t tell him about what had happened with Dean, you weren’t ready yet.



The days passed slowly, each one as uneventful as the last. Each day, Dean called Sam since you didn’t answer.



On the friday two weeks after you’d left the bunker, Sam went to check for another room when the lady told him they were booked for the next week at least. That same day, you decided you were ready to tell him. The night before, you’d cried yourself to sleep thinking of what Dean had done to you. When Sam realised you were crying, he’d made you hot cocoa with mini marshmallows and watched your favorite series with you until you fell asleep on him. You were so grateful. He deserved to know.



You explained to him what had happened the next night. You were sitting next to him on the bed, your head resting on his chest while his arms were wrapped around you. For a few seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he sighed and spoke.



“I’m sorry, y/n. I should’ve… I should’ve told you about him cheating on his ex girlfriends or warned you stay away. It’s- you just seemed so in love…”



“We were. Or at least I thought we were. 3 years down the drain because he decided to fuck the waitress.” you said, your own bitterness making you want to bawl your eyes out. Again.



“He still loves you, you know. He calls every day to see if you’ll forgive him. He just doesn’t think with his right body part most of the time.”



“It’s too late, Sam. I can’t forgive him and go back to normal, waking up in his bed every morning. We’ll be friends again I’m sure, just nothing more and not right now. I need more time to heal. You can go back to the bunker if you want. I’ll be here if you need help for a hunt, as long as it doesn’t involve Dean.”



“Y/n, if you don’t want me here anymore I’ll leave, but there is no way I’m going back there if you are okay with me staying. He hurt me too, y/n. I trusted him to not hurt you and he did. You don’t know how mad I was when I saw what he was doing to you in the corridor. You mean a lot to me and when I go back, I’m going to punch him in the face, then go to Garth’s house to crash.”



You smirked as you wiped a tear away. “As tempting as that sounds, I’d rather you stay here. Even if that means sharing a bed for a week until I can get us another room. Sorry about that by the way.”



“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”



You gave him a kiss on the cheek and you both stared into the distance for a few minutes.



“So… You think you’ll never get back together ?”



“Yep. I don’t even think I love him anymore. Everything he did… It just made me realise who he really is. And that’s not the Dean I fell in love with.”


You’d been in the same motel for seventeen days now. Sam had stopped checking for extra rooms but none of you complained about  the lack of personal space.



You liked how Sam didn’t mind your little habits like midnight snacks or

humming the songs you listened to. You didn’t mind his either : each morning since the rain had stopped he’d go running and bring back smoothies for breakfast.



Once in a while you went on small hunts nearby, but it was as if the both of you had stopped being hunters completely. You didn’t mind that much.



He took you to the cinema one night and you took him to an art exhibition the day after that. You were now both used to the fact that you slept in the same bed every night and actually enjoyed it. But you knew you should go back. Back to the bunker. Back to the hunter life. You’d been gone a month, and althought it was one of the nicest months of your life, you knew you weren’t staying there because you were mad at Dean, you were staying there because you like this peaceful life with Sam. That night you told him about your thoughts before going to sleep.



“Sam, if you’re okay with this, I’m ready to go back to the bunker. I haven’t forgiven Dean, but we can’t stay here forever and I can stand your asshole brother as long as you’re there with me. And anyway, we’ve been here a month.” you said with a chuckle.



“Sure. We can leave tomorrow, if that’s really what you want. Before we leave, y/n, I wanted to tell you something…”



“What ? You like the wallpaper here is that it ?” you joked, looking at the horrible mix of dark purple and green on the wall in front of you.



“Actually, nevermind.” he smiled and pulled you closer.


The next morning, you woke up on Sam. Literally on Sam. You didn’t know how that had happened but you didn’t really care, so you rolled off him started packing everything, from your books to his underwear to your shampoo. When he finally woke up, you’d finished packing, leaving only one shirt and a pair of jeans for Sam to wear. He quickly changed and in a matter of minutes you were out the door.



“I’m going to give the keys back, text Dean that we’re coming back !” you shouted, walking away from him and towards the front desk.



“I already have !” he yelled in response.



You gave the keys to the lady and were about to leave when she spoke.



“So you finally admitted your feeling for eachother ! I’m so happy for you two.”



“I’m sorry, what ?”



“Well, I saw him a week ago and told him about the two rooms that had been cancelled last minute, and he said that he didn’t mind sharing the bed with you. And even without that, I knew you loved eachother from the moment you walked throught that door.”



“Uh, we aren’t together but, thanks, I guess.” and with that you walked out.



You joined Sam in the car and sat quietly. Sam didn’t start the car, both of you just waiting for something, not knowing what something was exactly.



“Y/n, yesterday night I was going to tell you something, but then you made a joke and I said nevermind. It’s something I’ve wanted to tell you since we met and I was going to tell you this three years ago but before I could tell you, you announced you were going on a date with Dean that weekend and so I didn’t.” he said so fast you nearly didn’t understand him. Then he slowed down a little and breathed for a few seconds before continuing. “Since the day I met you, I’ve known it. Y/n, I lov-”



You probably should’ve let him finish his sentence before smashing your lips onto his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.



“I love you too, Sam.” you said before kissing him again, his hair tangled in your fingers.



Suddenly his car door opened and he was jerked away by someone you couldn’t see. Rage filled you as the other Winchester replaced Sam in his seat and started the car, driving off so fast you couldn’t do anything to stop him. He was starting to scare you and what he said did nothing to reassure you.



“Hey sweetheart, we need to talk.”

i want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what would you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when was the last time you cried and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.
Dear Teen Wolf,

There will never be enough words to describe what this show means to me. I fell in love with the characters, the cast, the relationships, the fanbase, and so much more. It’s been there since day 1, you all have. Growing up with this show has been one of the best experiences I could have ever asked for. In my mind it will never be over. The lessons I keep from this show will stay with me always. When people ask me what my favorite show is the answer will never change. Teen Wolf. It has been my home and it always will be. Teen Wolf has taught me millions of lessons. Like that it’s okay to be different and it’s enough to just be who you are. We all make mistakes that doesn’t make you a bad person that makes you human.  At the end of the day it’s how you fix your mistakes that really counts. You can fail over and over but that doesn’t matter as long as  you are strong enough to pull yourself back up. And if you can’t your friends, your pack, will be there to pick up all your broken pieces. This show has showed me that family isn’t just determined by blood. It’s not just whose been there the longest. It’s the people in this world who love you and support you and are there for you no matter the distance or the circumstance. It’s the people who have had your back and you know no matter what always will. Love doesn’t always come from the place you expect it so be kind and show mercy. Love the people in your life with all you have because one day they might not be there anymore. So live your life in a way that you can be proud of. Be brave, honest, and remember that the strength of the wolf is in the pack. I took away so much from this fan base, these characters, and this experience that I can’t even fit it all in one post. All I can tell you is I am forever grateful for everything it’s done for my life. It’s been quite a journey guys. And I couldn’t have asked for a better one.

With love,

The Teen Wolf Pack

In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done, some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads, but they all make us who we are. And in the end, those experiences shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them, we wouldn’t be at the exact place that we are today. So just live. Make mistakes, and have wonderful times but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is that you are going.
—  Unknown

Why do you rip into Arthur so often and so harshly compared to everyone else?

I know I talk about Arthur a lot. A LOT. And some of it is pretty damn harsh, mostly because of my frustration with his back and forth development stasis. And yeah, I can and do talk about Merlin and Morgana and Gwen a lot, too, but Arthur gets the brunt of it for a few reasons.


1. The whole show is about him. It’s called “Merlin,” yeah, but…everything Merlin does is “for him.” Not for himself, not for Gwen or Morgana. Arthur. So even when it’s not about Arthur, it’s still kinda about Arthur. Even in the prophecy about him and Merlin, “the Once and Future King” is given priority. Merlin’s just there to make him king, and Morgana and Gwen’s entire existences revolve around Arthur after a certain point. Gwen’s reduced to her romance with Arthur while Morgana is reduced to her hatred for Arthur.

2. The whole point of the prophecy and the show itself is literally Arthur’s character development. Specifically his character development. Even more specifically, how he’s going to become a great king, when he’ll be ready to rule, what makes him so wonderfully amazing that there are prophecies about him, what he thinks about magic, when/if he’s going to accept magic, how that bully in ep1 could possibly become the wise and just Once and Future King.

It’s a damn vital part of the show, and it doesn’t happen.

He changes a couple of Camelot’s laws/traditions, like allowing peasant knights and easing up on Druids and not being a paranoid execution-happy dick like his father, but he hasn’t changed significantly since the first episode, and I’m not okay with that.

3. I’m especially not okay with people thinking what he accomplished in canon was “good enough” or worthy of his prophetic status, because throughout it all, nothing changed for magic users. That’s ~just one thing~ or whatever, but it’s also the Big Thing that multiple episodes were dedicated to exploring and pushing at, but nothing ever came of it. Not legally, not in public opinion, regardless of whatever slight pardon Arthur might have given the Druids.

The Arthur we saw in glimpses throughout the series, in the most powerful scenes in the show, who showed real compassion and open-mindedness and wisdom–that’s the Arthur I believe could have brought magic back to Camelot in peace, could have figured out on his own that Merlin’s secrets were darker than he might have imagined when he still didn’t quite see servants of people worthy of respect or consideration, could have confronted his insecurities and the shadow cast by his father for good, could have faced his privilege as a wealthy, sheltered noble and seen through the eyes of his people.

I’m not okay with so many people accepting, worshiping, and defending canon Arthur when their tactics often involve trying to shift the focus and the blame to other characters to avoid talking about any of Arthur’s real flaws instead of just the funny/quirky/acceptable ones. 

His insecurities, his brashness, his outward display of arrogance, his awkwardness, his inability to display/communicate emotion clearly, his easily-trusting nature: “acceptable.” 

His privilege of wealth and status, his constant physical and emotional abuse of Merlin, his complicity in his father’s cruelty, his extreme prejudice against a persecuted minority group, his hypocrisy: “WELL MORGANA’S A BITCH SO THEY ALL DESERVED IT

I just really wish that worship/defense would go to the Arthur who deserves it, the Arthur who could have been, instead of his shady-ass canon shadow.

4. I’m really really passionate about Arthur as a character??? He deserved so much more development, oh my god. WHAT A GREAT SETUP. WHAT A GREAT MESS OF FLAWS AND MISTAKES. what an amazing person we see when he CONFRONTS his flaws and mistakes and strives for change holy shit

He’s complicated and conflicted in a million ways, and the writers dumbed him down because they literally never wanted anything to change. 

Every time he reached that point in the series, the point where he was right at the edge of making a real difference…..They hit the reset button and dragged him back to Square One: Magic Is Inherently Evil. 

Arthur is change. Courage. The person who isn’t afraid to step forward and fight for their beliefs—or the person who is afraid, but fights all the same. Because turning away from people he has the power to help would be unthinkable.

He cannot think of his pride while people are suffering.

It Only Takes One Time

Hi ! Can you write a Dan imagine where the reader & Dan had sex as drunk strangers but she got pregnant and she tells him that he can be as involved or uninvolved as he wants but his answer is his answer and he chooses to be there for both of them and through the pregnancy they grow feelings for each other and when the baby is born is when they admit it to each other?

 

 Warnings: Swearing

This was a request, and I didn’t exactly 100% finish the request because it was getting quite long, so let me know if you want a part 2? Thanks to the anon who requested! If anyone wants to request an imagine, feel free! I’ll write just about anything

 

“Babe, you’re so hot.” Dan moaned against my lips as he began to take off my shirt. We were in such a heated kiss and I could taste the bitterness from the vodka he had been drinking earlier. This night had gone by so quickly. We were at the club just talking, then his hands were all over me as we danced, and now we’re in his apartment, making out in his geeky bedroom. Dan reluctantly pulled his lips off mine and sucked in a breath before speaking ,“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? We really don’t have to-“ I cut him off by cupping his cheeks and kissing him roughly once again.

“Dan, I have never wanted anything more than I do in this very moment.”

I wasn’t exactly sure how everything actually happened. The night of the actual conception was all a blur, obviously if I’d known what was going to happen, I would’ve been more cautious. Maybe I would’ve reminded him to use a condom. Or to actually remind myself to take birth control. However, here I am, standing before a pregnancy test with that damn little plus sign.

Shit.” I breathed to myself, my hand covering my mouth.”Shit, shit, shit.” My mind started racing. I was legitimately pregnant with Dan, who I hooked up with once. How could I be so stupid? Once is all it takes. One magical time, and now I’m carrying his child. Dan and I weren’t even dating. Hell, we hardly knew each other. We had mutual friends and that’s the only way we met. “I am so fucked.” I put the cap on the pregnancy test and walked into the main part of my apartment where my roommate, Catherine sat.

“So? Was it positive?” She said, looking up at me. Obviously, since she has to live with me and put up with whatever I brought into the apartment, I’d told her. I slowly nodded and showed her the test, swallowing past the lump in my throat.

“I am indeed pregnant.” I tried to be eager, but the stress of it all was finally starting to become overwhelming.

“Holy shit!” Catherine jumped up from her seat and grabbed the test, eyeing it carefully. “You’re pregnant with Dan’s baby? Dan Howell? That internet famous guy?”

 “Yep. Dan is the father, and like I said, I’m pregnant.” I sat on the couch and froze for a moment, looking blankly at the floor. Why did this have to happen to me? Out of all people? I was always so careful, and I had a life ahead of me.

“Are you keeping it?” Catherine asked. That was the million dollar question. Could I? Could I actually keep a baby I hadn’t planned, with a guy who I hardly knew who probably wasn’t even going to want to take part in raising this child. I didn’t expect him to change his entire life, because of one stupid mistake. “If you are, or you aren’t, you still have to tell him and it’s better to do it sooner rather than later.” Catherine picked up her phone. “I have his number, and you’re going to call him and book a date.”

“I don’t want to date him and I’m not calling him.” I said, snapping my head to look at her.

“You have to.” She tapped on his contact, and I yanked the phone from her and felt my face get hot.

“I can’t! Leave it alone!” That wasn’t convincing enough for her. Catherine reached over and tried to claim the phone back, all while yelling.

“You have to! You’re only a few weeks along so now is the best time! You’re going to regret it! Just call him!”

“You don’t understand. I can’t, Catherine. He probably won’t care. It’s best if he just doesn’t know.” Both of us stopped and sat still, staring back at one another. She stared into my eyes, shaking her head. Honestly, it was so annoying when she did this because it meant that she was about to prove a point.

“Y/N, I know Dan better than you, and I know that he’d definitely at least want to know. You both fucked up, and now you have to live with that. What’s done is done, but for that child’s sake, you have to call Dan,” with that, she took the phone and called him. Oh my god she actually called him.

“Hello? Catherine?” His soft, British voice spoke on the other line, making my heart race. Catherine handed the phone to me and left the room to give me privacy.

“H-hi, Dan, um I’m not sure if you remember me very much? It’s-“

“Y/N,” he cut me off, “I remember you. What’s up? Did I not give you my number?” He asked, followed by a chuckle. God he was so cute.

“Um no, but I was wondering if you’d like to get coffee sometime? It’s okay if not, I was just wondering.” The desperation in my voice was evident, he probably could’ve figured out what was going on then and there. I was half expecting him to just say ‘are you pregnant or something?’

“Sure. That sounds good. When?” relief washed over me and I began to get more confident. I really needed to get this over with.

 “Any time. I’m free whenever.” I bit my lip and got up, beginning to pace back and forth.

“In that case, how’s about an hour from now?”

 

So we did. We meet at a cute little coffee shop in the middle of the city. I arrived early, wanting to map out a perfect exit route if everything went horribly wrong and of course to practice my speech. How does one even announce something like this? Hey! We had sex and you got me pregnant! Or, I’m carrying your spawn because we were stupid and didn’t use protection because I was so lost in how attractive you are, but now I have to pay the price. It’s okay, though. You don’t have to participate in raising it.

“Hey, Y/N,” I heard Dan say from behind me, slight startling me. I got up and turned to look at him. He really was attractive, dressed in a dark blue sweater and his black jeans. His appearance made my heart sing. Hopefully the child inherited his looks, because that would honestly be a blessing.

“Hey, Dan,” I smiled and went in for a hand shake, but he beat me to it by giving me a huge. The hug was short and sweet, but in those 3-5 seconds of being embraced, I felt so comfortable and safe. He was a genuinely nice guy, and I was about to give him pretty hard core news.

 He sat down in front of me, and ordered himself a croissant and a coffee and smiled at me. “You look really lovely today.”

“I’m pregnant.” I unintentionally blurted. He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Great. The conversation got so awkward so quickly.

“Oh?” He shrugged. “Congratulations to you and the lucky guy.” He looked at his lap. “Although I won’t lie when I say I’m confused as to why you decided to tell m-“ he cut himself off when realization hit him like a bus, and he looked up at me. “Hold on, d-did I get you-“ His eyes trailed to look at my stomach and his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape.

“Y-you don’t have to participate in his or hers life-but I am going to be keeping it…” I nodded, twiddling my thumbs. “We were stupid about it but yeah-now I’m having a baby, your baby.” I let out a nervous chuckle but he just stayed silent. I figured now would be better than ever to leave. “Um-you know how to contact me, so if you could letting me know what you’re going to do, that would be great.” I put on my coat and started leaving.

“Y/N, wait!” Dan jolted to his feet, but I just kept walking.


You know I love you when…
I want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are. Because I love you and I want to know everything about you.
~Mardy~
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i want to know your birthday and your parents jobs and if you ever heard them fighting or having sex and if you love your siblings and the worst fight you’ve ever gotten into and if you like one sibling more than the other and what you wanted to be when you grew up when you were seven and your dream vacation and the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you and if you’ve been to therapy and if it helped and the hardest thing you’ve experienced and how you overcame it and if you like what you see when you look in the mirror and if you think appearances matter in a relationship or at all and your favorite movie and which books changed your life and the hardest you’ve ever cried and which grandparent you loved the most and if the words “we need to talk” make you sick to your stomach and why and which holiday is your favorite and which season and which color and if you like rain and if you’re scared of dying and if you believe in god and if you have allergies and to what and what your favorite food is and restaurant and if you like to cook and whether or not you care about cleanliness and what your political views are and if you’re a feminist and your favorite flower and song and if you’d rather own a cat or a dog and if you’d shave off all your hair to give it to a little girl going through chemotherapy and where you’d like to live and honeymoon and what kind of gum and candy you like and what you act like when you’re mad and if you’d rather someone buy you silver or gold jewelry or neither and what clique you were in in high school and what you think your spirit animal is and which flower you’d be and who you admire and which traits you wish were more dominant and if you ever worry you’re a shitty person and what hurt you the most and why you ever thought you were worthless and how someone can make you feel better when you’re sad and if you prefer hugs or kisses and what your house looks like and what your dream car is and which celebrity you think lives the most tragic life and why you think people become so cold and what you think about nature vs nurture and if you believe in heaven and aliens and mermaids and reincarnation and the bible and which feeling is your least favorite and what was the best day you ever had and what would be the best day and if you see yourself as the protector or one who needs protecting and how you deal with your pain and what you would do if you had 100 million dollars and if you think wealth affects people’s morals and what good you think writing is and if you could do it all over, would you and what would you change and what mistake was your biggest and which language you wish you spoke fluently and how many people you’ve loved and if you loved the person you lost your virginity to and if you realize you’re remarkable and what your enneagram is and how you think we could improve the education system and what you think of people who commit suicide and if you think they’re selfish and what you say to them before they did it if you could and what your favorite memory of your childhood is and how you take your tea or if you prefer coffee and when you last wrote someone a handwritten letter and what the best gift you ever received was and what the best piece of advice was and when the last time you cried was and if you’re competitive about board games and which is your favorite and if you feel pressured to settle down and what you notice first in a person and what your top three pet peeves are and if you have any phobias and what you’ve always wanted to do but don’t have the courage to go through with and what you do when you feel overwhelmingly sad and if you ski and if plastic surgery was 100% safe and painless, would you get it and where and why and where you think home is and if you think politeness is important and what you think of indecisive people and if you think there’s ever a reason to go to war and something that scares you and if you believe in therapy and what you want in life and what you look for in a partner and what you want to change about yourself and about the world and who you want to be and who you are. just tell me who you are.
—  I want to know you by @thewastedgeneration

I’m in shock.

At 17 I have an opinion.

I am not incapable of making decisions or deciding what I want for the future of my country, yet it has been decided for me.
Britain has left the EU and I’m scared.
I don’t know what’s going to happen.
The future of my county has been decided and there’s nothing I could do about it.
I’ve been at school today, coming from one of the places in England who voted to remain, I have experienced a lot of people who are worried.
My teachers have been crying.
My peers are outraged.
And I’m confused.

How did this happen? I don’t understand how anyone could believe what they were told about British independence from the EU. I’m amazed.
Already Nigel Farage has retracted the leave campaigns promise of £350 Million for the NHS each week, calling it a “mistake”.
False promises and mistakes are why we are in the current state of madness.

Vote Leave won by a 2% majority where less than 1 million votes could have changed everything.

More than 70% of young people wanted to remain, whereas 60% of over 65s wanted to leave.

I’m upset.

I’m angry.

And I’m scared.

There are 1.5 million 16-17 year olds in Britain who were denied the right to decide their own future. I am one of them. We will have to live with this result the longest. The result we didn’t have a say in.

I’m not angry with those who voted to stay.
All 16+ million of you, I can’t thank you enough for trying to save the future of Britain. I don’t blame a single one of you. 

Britain is divided and we must face the future together.

I’m scared. I’m not afraid to admit that. I think everyone is slightly scared. We’re in the unknown and we need to stay strong, even if its for our own sakes.

Lets see what happens…