It’s only been a year and a half - relax! We’re all planning on living for a long time, so don’t worry about that… like, it’s a big part of my life… but as I say, we’ve only been gone for a year and a half, a year and a half isn’t very long, and it went very fast too, so, yeah.
Niall Horan, on when there will be a 1D reunion 12.6.17
This is Bullet.
Bullet is a cat.
Bullet loves Kongs.
Bullet also decapitated a Kong designed for small dogs.
It’s stronger than the kitty Kongs.
Don’t make Bullet mad please.
He’d tried to take off fingers.
Send h elp.
one day the foxes all go out for a group dinner at some cheap local restaurant and neil is kind of down and distracted and pushing his food around so beside him andrew asks in german if he’s okay and neil who wants to enjoy this group bonding moment and is trying trying to half heartedly trying keep up with the absurd group conversation waves him off and is like ‘ja, alles ist gut" and nicky who’s beside him fuCKING YELLS “SOLANGE DU WILD BIST”
hey everyone just ur favourite queer poc who knows more shit than u and is here to learn you a few stuff
lance isn’t half white,, he’s cuban, he’s from cuba, he isn’t german or irish or any kind of white. he’s a brown kid and his last name isn’t mcclain you whitewashing fucks. also hey, not all latinx cultures are the same, or even similar to each other. your racism is obvious and tiring
hunk isn’t in witness protection, he isn’t adopted, he isn’t some long lost brown kid in the middle of louisiana. he’s samoan (not hawaiian or melanesian), his last name isn’t garrett, and if you aren’t samoan don’t draw tattoos you don’t know shit about. also, hello, he’s fat. he’s FAT.
shiro is east asian, not half white, and he has monolids. that isn’t eyeliner. it was funny the first couple months but time to stop. it’s not makeup, you whitewashing fu c ks. it’s a non-white feature you don’t know how to process. stop drawing him double-lidded
keith has asian features.he might be japanese, he might be korean, he might be mongolian. we don’t know. IF YOU HEADCANON HIM AS KOREAN, DON’T USE THE LAST NAME KOGANE? like not all types of asian are the same fam. also,, “gyeong” isn’t a real korean surname. do some fucking research
allura is black. “but she’s an alien she can’t be-” she is. she’s black. her blackness is blatant and a part of her, it affects how the audience views her and she is black representation. she’s black as fuck you guys. the racist shit you do still counts.
zarkon and the galran empire are symbolic of white imperialism,, being wary of them out of a sense of personal tragedy and safety isn’t racist, it’s the typical behaviour oppressed folk have toward their oppressors. if you don’t sympathize with allura in season 2 like,,, im sorry who are you
this is a show with five out of seven people of colour in the main cast. these are NOT your characters, white people. don’t try to impress your own experience upon them. don’t try to claim them. you have centuries of representation in the form of media and we have so little. these five belong to us.
if your first instinct when you read this is to come into my inbox and bitch because you want lance to be half irish or what the fuck ever, or you don’t see the harm in bastardizing a sacred part of samoan culture for your hunk art, or you’re “not used to drawing monolids so you’d just rather not”, you’re racist and i don’t care what you have to say to me
This is my boosa baby, Milo. He was half German Shepard+half golden retriever, all gentle giant. He passed away two years ago, but I still love him and I don’t go a day without thinking about his silly smile. He loved gram crackers and having his tummy rubbed. I love you and miss you Milo.
• armin adores playing with eren’s hair. he always tugs on it, braids it, washes it in the shower. he loves when it gets to be a little too long, and sometimes eren has to deal with a half-completed braid because armin falls asleep half-way through. he doesn’t mind, though.
• eren speaks german. fluent german. armin loves it. in fact, eren will whisper german in armin’s ear so much that armin has learned a wide range of vocab. he uses this to his advantage to catch eren off guard ;)
• eren is extremely affectionate, even in not-so-affectionate moments. sometimes they’ll be in the store and eren just leans over and peppers kisses on armin’s neck and armin, even though he wouldn’t mind eren to keep going, has to remind him that ‘eREn we are in the sTore’.
• when eren gets sad, he’ll stay in bed and stare at the walls. armin, knowing this, will crawl into bed with him and wordlessly hug him against his chest. eren never once protested the action, and appreciates it every time the blond does so. armin will play with his hair and kiss his forehead and patiently waits with eren for as long as he needs. eren does the same.
• they have extremely passionate make-out sessions. gentle fingers tracing over skin is highly appreciated.
Pls I need more to that gency pregnancy GENJI YOU ARE THE FATHER
The Orca arrived at roughly 5 AM about a day and a half later. Mercy could usually sleep through the sound of the Orca entering the Watchpoint’s airspace, but as soon as she heard the whir of the turbines she was up and out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweats and her robe and hurrying out in bare feet onto the Watchpoint’s tarmac. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the sunrise as the orca touched down and opened up. Tracer and Ana were the first ones out. Tracer saluted and Ana nodded to her, both with a visible weariness as they made their way over to either dining hall for breakfast or the dormitories for another couple hours of sleep that weren’t uncomfortably tucked around the Orca. McCree followed after with a yawn and a tip of his hat to her, going toward the dormitories himself. Then out came Reinhardt and Torbjörn, Reinhardt out of his armor and rolling his shoulders with multiple pops and cracks as Torbjörn muttered about tweaking some turret designs in a half-asleep haze. They greeted her politely enough as they walked past. Mercy paused and there was a brief feeling of dread that gripped her insides until she calmed herself, mentally reminding herself that if anything happened, someone would have said something.
What are the races of the AU characters? Are they the same as in the original play or different?
Hunter Chandler: American with a slight Irish or Scottish heritage. He probably goes to visit his relatives once a year.
Hunter McNamara: Half American, half German on his moms side. In fact he takes after his mother looks wise. He was the kid in high school that picked up his phone and would talk in another language.
Hunter Duke: I would say second generation Japanese so his grandfather comes from Japan, his mother is half so he’s a quarter. Still gets invited to family traditional events and the hunters definitely have black mail of Duke in a yukata for New Years.
Vincent Sawyer: Nothing special. His parents are both from Sherwood Ohio and never left. Vincent is scared he’ll be the same hence the colleges.
JD: Latin American. Both parents are/were immigrants her mom from Mexico and her dad from Brazil.
Here’s my first entry to the Mercy76Week! February 20th’s theme is “firsts” to start off the first day of the Mercy76 Week. I know this isn’t my best, but it’s what I tossed together.
[ summary ] With his parent’s coming over to meet Ang for the first time, Ang says she’ll whip up her secret Swiss recipe to knock their socks off. She gives Jack a list and, while he’s out at the store, he begins to realize that this list isn’t in English and he sure as hell doesn’t speak German…
Don’t be nervous,“ he told her while shaking his head. "They’re just my parents. Don’t give this a second thought. I promise, you’ll love them.” Moving to her side, he helped Angela put on her coat. It was a sweet gesture, but it didn’t calm her nerves. If anything, it made her feel even worse.
“See, I’m not z'even capable of getting dressed. Z'hey’re going to z'hink me useless. Stupid. Just…” her voice trailed off to the point where Jack couldn’t even make out her comment.
“Please don’t tell me you just muttered that you’re just my trophy girlfriend.” He gave her one of those discerning looks. “And what’s with your voice all of a sudden. You have mastering speaking clear, clean English for months and, all of a sudden, you pick up your German drawl?” To this, he cocked his brow. “You cannot be this nervous. Like I said, they are just my parents. I know they will love you. So stop worrying,” he flicked his finger across the tip of her nose, “silly.”
Summary: “Stay.” He felt the word fall from her lips rather than heard it, so close… And everything around them stopped.
From the inn scene onward.
A/N: I can’t even begin to tell y’all how obsessed I am with Wonder Woman, and honestly, this movie is the best thing that happened to us all. I’m feeling all the things right now, and this fic just had to happen. Have fun!
Deep down, Steve Trevor knew he was not a good guy.
Decent to a certain degree, if had to put a label on it.
Good enough to care for the choices he’d made. Brave, perhaps – there was no
way around it in his line of work.
However, a truly good guy would have walked out of that door
because it was the right thing to do, for Diana’s sake as well as his own. They
were in the middle of the war that was bigger than both of them, and he knew
better than to be disillusioned by one victory that could mean little in the
Can I have Jared with a significant other who's half German and has to speak German with her dad. Who sometimes slips into German when annoyed or passionate about shit. I need more recognition with lil half Germans - lil anon
- lets get one thing clear
- he loses it when you speak German in a heated passionate moment
- “please God say that again.”
- and he physically jumps when he hears you swear for the first time in German
- he’s constantly turned on whenever you subconsciously slip in between languages
- you could be saying anything
- you probably star fucking with him
- telling him your saying really hot, kinky shit when really it’s
- “I can’t remember if I left the stove on.”
- “I wonder if I have time to record the new Bake Off series”
- and he just
- no control
- what a dork
So I made my mom mad this morning so in return she sent me a list of reasons why Niall would never marry me. I thought I would share it with y’all…
1) you can’t make Irish tea to save your life 2) you don’t even know where your nana is from in Ireland 3) he likes brunettes 4) you can’t drive a standard 5) you have too many cats Irish men like dogs 6) ya have a redhead so he won’t feel special 7) you’re half German 8) you get too drunk too quick 9) you don’t like to watch soccer 10) you own too much tye dye 11) he doesn’t like tattoos 12) you didn’t even remember his birthday (I know you google it) 13) you can’t play an instrument anymore 14) you’re too talkative Irishmen keep to themselves 15) you are allergic to grass and sorry sweetie but Ireland is known as the green country….you’ll be miserable
Hihihiiii can you do bullet points for both Eric and Dylan on how they met their gf? THANKS SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT 😊❤️
I’ll make this into various/where they could’ve met aside from the obvious ‘At School ’ thing x
-In a pet store buying food for sparky, and maybe you were there buying food for your pet and you two hit it off really good, or you happened to work there and you helped him out and he had given you his AOL @ user and maybe number and asked you to hang out
-Regular after school day, Eric working at blackjacks, he waits your table, and he notices you out of all possible potential lovers(?) and he takes an extra liking to you, and you guys get to know each other more towards the end of the night and he offers to give you a free slice “on the house!” If you let him take you out on a date possibly or hang out.
-Maybe you both met at the Diversion group he went too, and you noticed him out in the hall waiting patiently for his community service papers, and you guys made small talk turn into something bigger than community service at the diversion program, and it’s something good, for the both of you.
-Maybe you worked at hot topic, and he’d noticed you for a while now, and hot topic was one of his favorite stores bc of the band Merch, but maybe he went in regularly Just to see what days you worked and what days you were off? Or maybe you worked at the Army Surplus Store right around the corner of the shopping center mall? Idk man, but the possibilities are just endless guys
-Or ofc maybe at a party? Maybe you were friends with one of his friends but you went to a different school, and you met Eric, him sitting at the couch probably, or outside in the patio talking with strangers, or Nate or Chris, and let’s say Chris happened to have noticed you walk by and he made you introduce yourself to Eric and the gang, and Eric’s eyes flickered with interest as soon as you smiled at him, and he handed you a cold one? Possibilities man
-Or the typical day at columbine high school, your schedule was messed up for a while now and you finally got it sorted, and realized you had to take German to get the credit to graduate, and you walk into class, no one really looks up from their papers or from the conversations their having, except one boy who seems to sit somewhere near the middle left corner of the class, and he looks up from his reading book, and he sort of just half smiles at you welcoming you to German Class, and you decide to take a seat next to him since there was an open seat, and you two introduce yourselves and hit it off real well ?
-Maybe you were one of Robyn’s close friends, but you didn’t go to columbine high, and one day she decided to throw a summer party at her place, and she invited all the people she knew, amongst those people were Dylan. She made you introduce yourself to him, and her other friends. Dylan trying to ‘light’ the mood, handed you a smoke/ beer whatever you were in the mood for, and asked how you knew Robyn, and you both just kinda hit it off at that eventful summer party, you learned Dylan’s physical body expressions, and learned that when he crossed his arms or Fidgeted with his hair was because he was kinda nervous.
-You checking out your groceries at the super market, your lucky cashier is Dylan. He greets you with a soft smile and asks “Is that all y/n?” He says your name with a blush, and you blink “how do you know my name?” You ask surprised, you knew the Dude but never really fully had spoken to him in your English Literature Class, let alone you had no idea he payed attention to you, since most days his head was bowed down in slumber, from nights he’d get little to no sleep. He smiled and checked your groceries. “You’re in my English class, I know you, but do you know me?” “Dylan, Dylan Klebold, you’re that guy that sleeps in class that sits in the back usually some days passing out chocolate chip cookies!” You exclaim and he purses his lips and giggles, “right right! The chewy kind tho!” He says giving you your change back, “next time don’t forget to give me a cookie?” You say reaching for your groceries and he smiles “I never do, you’re just all the way in front I don’t wanna disturb you”
A promising relationship this was indeed.
-Or maybe at a Family Vacation! You and Dylan just happened to be there at the right time! You spot eachother while both your families unload the truck with family suitcases, you both check into the same hotel.
He spots you and you wave knowing it was Dylan from theatre class. In no time you two are sharing secrets, getting to know eachother, he learns your quirks, and how you chew your lip in nervousness, and how you tuck your hair behind your ear whenever he compliments you. School days you’re no longer foreign to each other and you both help each other out in theatre class, somedays even skipping class.
-Bowling alley nights are always fun, especially when you run into somebody in the dim dark, wearing those ridiculously slippery trademark bowling shoes, that could potentially be your future boyfriend.
You both would shyly apologize to one another, and he’d offer to help you bowl.. “if you want too ofc..” you’d shyly smile and guide towards your bowling alley booth, and he’d teach you all he knows about bowling bc he takes classes at columbine high. Your impressed, and your friends can’t help but smile st the two of you, and his friends can’t help but tease over at you both. Bowling alley star crossed lovers??
-You’re the new student at Columbine high, just as you’re getting acquainted with the school principal, near the front entrance, You see a lanky guy walking in, his black book bag in his left hand, and his black trench coat covering his tall lanky body, he ruffles his hair, and fixes his backwards cap. The principal stops him in time, “Mr. Klebold I suppose you know what time it is, you are late, but if you want to make up for it, you should show our new student a tour or Columbine High, will you please?” The principal looks up at him, and smiles sourly, and guides you towards him. Dylan only sighs and rolls his eyes “will do.. come on..” he gestures at you and you two embark on a personal level connection of teen angst and how shitty high school can be, by the end of the tour, he invites you to sit with him at lunch, and promises to walk you to your classes, as you seemingly have the same schedule as he does. Perfect match , in an imperfect scholastic environment.
(IDK TELL ME IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS, I kinda just rolled with this– THESE ARE THE MANY POSSIBILITIES OF WHERE YOU THE READER COULDVE MET THE GUYS! Who knows y'all)) ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Title: Walk Away Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/F!Reader Word count: blood, sweat, tears lol Warning: Angst, no happy ending (again, you have been warned) Prompt: ‘On the same bus together everyday’ Summary: He was falling in love in the worst way. He knew that he would never be with her the way he wanted to, but he just couldn’t walk away. Erik’s POV A/N: This should’ve been a Pietro Maximoff/Reader but I re-watched X-Men: First Class to Apocalypse and Magneto ate me whole. Also, sorry for the submission. @delicrieux, here it is!
Written for delicrieux’ writing challenge. Congrats on the 6k!
Neil Josten, not nearly as good at running away as he thinks he is. I kind of took his word for it the first time around, as our unreliable narrator, even if his choice to join the Foxes wasn’t the smartest move. I just thought hey, this kid is tired, he just wants something good, and exy is the only good he remembers.
This time around? Not so much. Neil certainly has a firm grasp on the concept of running and hiding, and what’s required to do it well, but everything he does falls short.
- the first thing he does when his mother dies is to stay in the same town for too long to play a game he’d promised to stay away from - he signs with the Foxes with a plan B of “but i could still run at any moment” which he continually decides to do but then doesn’t - has literally no control over his snarky attitude despite the fact that “starting a fight was too out of character for who he portrayed ‘Neil’ to be.”
It also does not help that he acts sketchy as fuck, and really it’s no wonder Andrew thought he was up to no good.
Consider –> - he makes a big deal about hiding his bag that first day at Wymack’s and then buys a safe to hide his binder in. suspicious? yes. - the fact that, in general, he so obviously doesn’t trust anyone, so why should they trust him? - acts offended when Nicky points out his contacts when it could be played off as being not a big deal, plenty of people wear them - his ‘nondescript’ wardrobe is actually noticeable due to the fact that it’s both horrible and repetitive due to the scant number of items. whenever someone offers to do something about it and buy him something nicer he announces, “but I have money”. but what money and why doesn’t he use it? - but then he does use that money to pay a guy to knock him out so he doesn’t spill secrets that it is now so obvious that he has. - slowly reveals to everyone that he is fluent in both French and German with only a half-assed explanation
Also, he spends all this time acting like he doesn’t want or need friends but he either doesn’t realize that he does, or he’s lying to himself. He had his mother before, but now he has no one. He joins the Foxes and befriends them, all while keeping himself convinced that he isn’t friends with them, because that’s easier. (I’m talking about book one here, but consider in two, when he asks Nicky if they’re friends, and then in three: “It’s okay if you hate me”.) For someone so afraid of letting anyone in, this whole fiasco starts because he doesn’t know what to do when he’s on his own, if it’s even worth it to try to be on his own, if he can handle it, if safety is worth having nothing.