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(TURBULENCE in D.C.) “Youngjae, can you please sing Trauma?” (my video please do not repost without credit)

“Katana and I may not have the same personality, but coming from the same cultural upbringing, we share core values. In Japanese culture there’s this idea of putting others before yourself, but I’ve also never wanted to let myself down. Someone recently told me how refreshing it is to see an Asian woman as a superhero. That stuck with me. Stand up for yourself and what you love.”

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So I met Darren Criss (for the first time!!) at stage door on Friday after Hedwig and the Angry Inch. We waited for 2 hours because he was so busy after show but he STILL came out and treated everyone with excessive kindness and love. I brought my AVPM t-shirt to have him sign and he cracked up when he saw it :) He then told me a fun fact about how they wrote a lot of the songs for AVPM, AVPS, etc. at a small apartment just up the street from Pantages! 

He was absolutely as sweet as he seems–even after an exhausting performance and needing to be up in 12 hours to perform again. What an indescribable pleasure. Lots of love for that one <3 <3 


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Imagine Jason Todd with a plus size reader
  • When ever Jason is cooking for you: “Stop you’re gonna make me fatter!” “Who cares you look amazing anyways!”
  • Jason knows what it’s like to feel insecure about appearance (him having his own scars)
  • Jason and you having the same clothing sizes so you steal his clothing and him stealing yours
  • Dick:“Isn’t that (y/n)’s jacket?” Jason: “Yep.”
  • Stealing his leather jacket all the time
  • Jason loving cuddling with you because you’re all soft and warm
  • Jason loving how soft and warm you are
  • Pulling you into his arms and reading to you
  • Jason: “Is that your hoodie or mine?” You: “I don’t know, I think it your’s.”
  • Knowing that you have some good and bad days when it comes to your self esteem
  • Jason being the little spoon (fight me on this)
  • Jason and you complaining about chub rub (thick thighs save lives and Jason definitely has thick thighs)
  • Feeling insecure around all of supermodel thin superheroes
  • “How the ever loving fuck does Donna’s costume not fall down when she flies? All that is holding up her costume is a piece of metal? Metal can’t even hold up my boobs, how the fuck does Donna wear her Wonder Woman costume without her boobs falling out?” “Don’t ask me.”

The average L.A. driver lost more than 100 hours and more than $2,400 in fuel and productivity last year.

Cheap gas and a surging economy are taxing the nation’s roads and contributing to congestion that cost U.S. motorists almost $300 billion last year in wasted time and fuel, according to a new report.

Los Angeles had the worst traffic in the world among the 1,064 cities studied by transportation analytics firm INRIX. The average driver wasted 104 hours sitting in gridlock during the busiest commuting times last year, and lost $2,408 each in squandered fuel and productivity.

Guardian Angel-  Jason Todd x Reader

The date was going well, or so you thought. Your date seemed nice during dinner, but when both of you made your way over to the bar for after-dinner drinks, something seemed to be off. While you only wanted to order a light drink, your date pushed you into taking something a little stronger than you’re used to. You drank it in small sips, trying to be polite since your date paid for dinner and the drink itself. 

It wasn’t until your eyesight began to wobble did you think something was wrong. You turned to your date to tell them something was wrong  only to feel their arm wrap around you to pull you out to the bar. Shaking your head, you tried to break their hold to tell them how weird you felt only to find you were unable to do so. Realizing your drink was drugged, you tried to get help from people around you only to come off as extremely drunk. You begin to shake as your date drags you out of the bar. You realize no one was going to help you. Feeling tears burn in your eyes, you prayed someone would help you before you are dragged out the door.

Fortunately for you, someone was watching.

Jason Todd knew you. Well, he didn’t really know you as you two have never spoken, but he watched you enough to feel like he knew you. You were his neighbor who moved in across from one of his safe houses in Gotham City two months ago and since then he had been utterly fascinated with you. He watched as you met your date and when you went to dinner with this person, feeling in his gut that your date was going to try something. After following you two to the bar, his fears were confirmed as he saw your date slip something into your drink. 

His heart clenched in fear as he saw you notice something was wrong and attempt to tell your date. He saw how you realized your drink was drugged and tried to get help only to be dismissed as drunk. It was only when your date began to drag you out of the bar did Jason spring into action. Marching across the bar to you, he socked your date in the face. 

Your date fell to the ground as you were left stumbling, no longer able to keep your balance on your own. Jason stepped up, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you. Though you did not understand what happened, you felt safe as you were pressed into the side of your savior. 

“You stay away from them, dirt-bag,” Jason threatened, kicking your date in the face. You flinched at the sound of the impact causing Jason’s arm to squeeze your waist to sooth you. Collapsing against Jason’s side, you begin to lose consciousness. He took your weight, slipping the arm around your waist up to the middle of your back while wrapping his other arm around your legs, picking you up bridal style. You heard some shouts, and a few more kicks before feeling a rush of cool air on your face.

“You’re safe, (Y/N),” is whispered in your ear before you black out completely.       

Originally posted by everydayyhustle

You awaken on a bed that was not your own. A headache raged through your head while the events of the night before come back to you. Slowly opening your eyes, you see a man sitting by your bedside fast asleep. You close your eyes again before moving to sit up. Peaking under the covers, you sign with relief when you see you are still dressed in the clothes from the night before.

The man next to you begins to stir due to your movements. You saw as he sat up, taking in his messy black hair and bluish-green eyes. Studying him, you realize he lives across from you. Personally, you always wanted to get to know him better.  

“Where am I,” you asked, watching as he stretched. A tingle ran up your spine when his eyes came to rest on you.

“At my place, you needed time to recover from whatever was in your drink,” he responded, gently placing a cool hand on your forehead. “How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”

“Just a headache,” you reply, taking the hand on your forehead into your own. “It’s Jason, right?”

He blushed, looking away from you as you squeeze his hand. “I didn’t think you knew my name.”

“I didn’t think you knew mine,” you say. Your stomach fluttered as a smile broke out across your face. 

Jason slips his hand out of yours, turning his back towards you. “I’ll go get some Tylenol for you,” Jason said, walking towards the bedroom door.

“Wait,” you stop him. “Thank you for helping me. I don’t know where I’d be if you didn’t step in, so thank you for everything.”

He looked back at you, smiling cheekily. “Anything for you, babe.” Giving you a wink, he left the room. You ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame it. Who would have ever thought I had a guardian angel for a neighbor? 

Abbott Handerson Thayer (1849-1921)
“Angel” (1887)
Oil on canvas
Located in the Smithsonian Art Museum, Washington DC, United States