I want to begin by saying that I love this character. I think he is one of the better written characters in Andromeda, but there is something off about him. He makes you feel that way about him because he constantly reminds you , as does everyone else, that he’s not a good man. I have no doubt that he genuinely has feelings for Ryder, but I don’t think it’s going to end well. I feel like he may have been the one to kill Jien Garson. a.) when you investigate her murder, you are told it was a man that killed her. check. b.) It had to be someone who woke up before the uprising, Reyes admits he was awake, but did not participate in the uprising. check. c.) the person that killed Garson is no longer on the Nexus. check. Not to mention that his code name was Anubis (the god of death/mummification), and the implications that has. Reyes has two other nicknames Shana(meaning mouth- he’s good with his…words) and Charlatan (someone who pretends to be someone they aren’t a fraud.). A lot of us look at Reyes as a man of the people, he freed them from Sloane and even gave up ruling in favor of an Angara ruler. He seems like a really great guy, but isn’t that the charade? Why he’s the Charlatan? For someone who wants to be somebody, he’s really avoiding being someone: a leader, an assassin, a hero. Reyes is definitely a morally gray character, which is why I like him. Is he connected to the benefactor? Is he acting on his own accord? Who does Reyes Vidal want to be?
You can be psychiatrically ill and be perfectly competent, just as you can be mentally healthy but totally unfit. (Of course, certain mental states, like florid psychosis or dementia, would render a president unfit to serve.)
There is one last reason we should avoid psychiatrically labeling our leaders: It lets them off the moral hook. Not all misbehavior reflects psychopathology; the fact is that ordinary human meanness and incompetence are far more common than mental illness. We should not be in the business of medicalizing bad actors.
Although it’s very easy to believe Trump is mentally off in some way–it’s impossible to know. And it doesn’t matter. Judge him on his actions and statements. Hold him accountable as you would anyone else. It might feel slightly safer to blame his behavior on mental illness, rather than plain old evil. Mental illness can usually be treated. Meanness, greed, and evil cannot. Conflating bad behavior with mental illness is sloppy logic, but is also bad for people who have been diagnosed, are doing their best to take care of themselves, and are sometimes struggling to stay afloat.
Making your way through the camp you attempted to hide your excitement behind a neutral face. You nodded politely at the people that smiled at you and managed to avoid any conversations. The leader of your group had requested to talk to you, and you were hoping that it was the news you had been waiting for. You finally arrived at the tent after what like hours and quickly slipped in, nodding at your leader. “You wanted to talk to me mam?” You asked with your hands clasped together in front of you. “Yes I did. I just wanted to tell you that you’re going home.” It took a second for her words to register but when they did your hand flew up to cover your mouth and tears welled in your eyes. A small smile appeared on her usually stern face “Go pack your things.” You nodded your head several quick times. “Thank you so much mam.” You spoke quickly, eager to go pack your things. She dismissed you with a nod and you exited the tent in a calm fashion but couldn’t resist jumping around a bit outside happily. Once you started packing your things you couldn’t stop thinking about JoJo and Roman, how happy you’d be when you see them. I should surprise Roman. You thought to yourself with a devious grin.
Roman’s P.O.V (point of view)
I couldn’t help myself from looking around at all the couples and families that surrounded me. Every woman I saw reminded me of Y/N for some reason and it wasn’t making the fact that she wasn’t going to be home soon even worse. There was a break around the middle of the signing and I found myself watching a small family of four. The mother had Y/H/C hair that shined like Y/Ns, and the daughter, the oldest girl clearly looked like her father, but the youngest was a younger version of her mom. I had always wanted to have a kid with Y/N, we have JoJo and Y/N loves her just as much as I do. But I’ve always wanted a little Y/N running around the house, reminding me of her when she’s not there. It helped that JoJo was always begging for a little sister to play with. A rough hand landing on my shoulder pulled out of my thoughts and staring. “You’re staring at the family and I think they’re gonna notice.” Ambroses scratchy voice informed me as he sat on the chair next to mine. “I can’t help it man.” I sighed and looked at him rather than the family. “You miss Y/N, I get it. But you can’t go around staring at everyone that reminds you of her, some people might get weirded out.” He was half teasing and half serious about the last part. “I know. I just want her to come home, so does JoJo.” I admitted and went to go run a hand through my hair only to realize I had tied it up. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” He started confident, almost as if he knew something I didn’t. “Just try and think of good memories you had with her. And try to stop staring.” He got up and walked away before I could question him about whether or not her knew something. That was weird. I thought to myself before shaking the lunatic fringe out of my mind, focusing on the little boy that was about to approach me.
The minute you had entered the airport after getting off the aeroplane you had your phone in hand and was attempting to contact one of the girls. In your time at home you had became close with some of the Divas and they always told you to text them if you ever needed anything. A few seconds after you turned off your phone it buzzed with a reply making you smile widely. You’re back! YAY! And of coarse I’ll help you with your secret plan, what is it? You chuckled at Naomi’s reply and immediately brought her up to speed on your idea. I don’t want Roman to know I’m back yet. I want to surprise him and JoJo. You made your way to the exit as you waited anxiously for a reply. YOU SHOULD COME TO RAW TONIGHT! The all capitals text made you smile and shake your head. I remember Roman saying that he was gonna bring JoJo tonight, it’ll be perfect! You bit your lip and thought about Naomi’s suggestion before deciding that it would be perfect. You texted her saying it was a great idea and the two of you agreed to meet at the hotel the entire roster was staying at so she could help you sneak your stuff into her and Jimmy’s room until Roman knew you were there. You flagged down a cab once you finished your conversation with Naomi, smiling to yourself as you told the cab driver the address of the hotel.
Once you pulled up to the hotel you payed the driver and stepped out, making sure not to be seen by anyone that knew you. You were looking for Naomi when a hand was placed on your shoulder making you tense and turn around quickly, only to seeing a grinning Naomi. “Naomi!” “Y/N!” You both greeted each excitedly and she pulled you into a tight hug. “As much as I missed you, we have to get you out of here. Someone’s gonna end up seeing you.” She pulled away from the hug and you nodded in agreement, following her as she tip toed towards the doors. There was a pause as she looked through the glass doors to make sure no one on the roster was in the lobby, before she gestured for you to follow her. “No, no, no.” She said urgently as you were both about to enter the hotel. She pushed you backwards so that no one in the hotel could see either of you “Enzo and Cass are in there.” She sighed once you were out of view. “How did you not see Enzo and Cass Enzo doesn’t exactly blend into the crowd and Cass is a giant.” You questioned with a raised brow making Naomi shoot you a look. “Hey, I’m tired.” You shook your head and laughed at her excuse. She then moved to see if the two men were leaving and when she saw them head towards the door she looked back to you. “Okay, this is our opening.” Nodding at her, you followed closely behind as she inched closer to the entrance. Enzo and Cass walked out the door and turned in the opposite direction that you were which gave you and Naomi and chance to slip through the doors. You could hear Naomi humming the Mission Impossible song to herself as you both rushed towards the elevator. You both rushed to the elevator, you pressing the button to call the elevator multiple times as Naomi made sure no one was coming. Once the doors opened Naomi shoved you in before her and then quickly stepped in, pressing the button that shut the elevator doors. “I feel like a spy.” Naomi giggled as she pressed the button for the floor she was on before she turned and immediately tripped over one of your bags. You attempted to hold in your laughter but ultimately failed when she looked up at you with a shocked facial expression. A few minutes later the doors opened and Naomi, still desperate to be a spy, summersaulted out of the elevator making you laugh as you simply walked out. “Okay hurry, Jimmy went to grab a coffee with Jey, but he’s gonna be back soon.” Naomi said as she opened the door to her room before ushering you in. “Where should we hide these?” You asked looking at your bags making Naomi think for a second. “I got it.” She snapped her fingers and led you to the closet. “Just throw them in the bottom of here. Jimmy has all the stuff he needs for tonight in there.” She pointed to a bag that sat on the bed. There was a noise from the hallway that made you both freeze “You sure Naomi won’t mind?” “Nah she’ll be fine with it man, come on.” Naomi and you shared a panicked loom at the sound of the twins voices. She motioned you to head into the bathroom as she threw your bags into the closet and shut the door. “Get in the tub.” She whisper yelled to you making you nod and shut the door before sitting in the bath, making sure the shower curtain was closed all the way. “Hey babe.” You heard Jimmy greet Naomi as the door opened. “Hey.” Naomi answered before she greeted Jey. “Jey just has to use the washroom and then we’ll head out.” You squeaked quietly at what Jimmy said. “Don’t you have to get your stuff from your room, why don’t you just use your bathroom?” You heard Naomi try to keep Jey out of the bathroom. “Calm down girl, I’ll be a minute.” Jey laughed. “His stuff is already in the car babe. Don’t worry.” Jimmy chuckled and you heard someone approach the door before it swung open. You heard it shut and then heard Jey humming a song you didn’t recognize to himself. You slowly peeked your head out from behind the curtain only to quickly pull back when you saw your husbands cousin go to undo his belt. You tried desperately to ignore the fact that on the other side of the shower curtain your cousin by marriage was using the washroom. It felt like forever until Jey left the room when in reality it was only a couple minutes.”I’ll meet you two down there. I just have to grab something.” Naomi made up an excuse as to why she couldn’t walk down with the twins. You slowly tried to make your way out of the tub, hearing the twins accept her excuse. As soon as you heard the door closed the bathroom door was flung open and Naomi looked at you with a wide eyes. “Did he see you?” You shook your head “No, the shower curtain stopped that.” Naomi let out a sigh of relief. “I have to go now but you change, do your hair, and your makeup and then take a cab to the arena. Text me when you’re on the way and I’ll meet you at the back entrance.” Naomi instructed you with a very serious look on her face. “Okay I got it.” You laughed and she smiled. “It’s good to have you back Y/N/N. Stay a little this time.” She hugged you and referred to the last time you had been home, and you could only stay for a week. “I will, don’t worry. Now get out of here, you can’t keep the boys waiting.” After you pushed Naomi out of the room you dug your bags out of the closet and pulled out your makeup, hair straightener, and Romans favourite dress on you.
Applying the last of your lipstick you checked the time on your phone and realized that you should be leaving. Grabbing your phone and stepping into your favourite pair of heels, you quickly left the room. You hailed a cab and texted Naomi to let her know you were on the way. You couldn’t stop smiling on the ride to the arena and you also couldn’t stop watching the WWE snapchat after you saw that JoJo was with Renee. The drive seemed to take hours but you could’ve peed yourself when you arrived, you were that excited. “Thanks.” You mumbled and payed the driver before getting out and walking towards the door Naomi was meeting you at. You slipped through the door and immediately saw Naomi waiting for you with a wide smile on her face. “Damn, you clean up nice Y/N.” She winked once you approached each other. “Thanks, it’s not like I had some motivation or anything.” You smirked at her making her raise a brow and laugh. “Romans match just started so let’s go find your JoJo.” You let Naomi drag you around backstage until you saw some of the Divas standing around while watching the monitor. “Let’s go say hi.” You insisted, taking a pause from your mission to find your step daughter. You two stood behind them until Roman Superman punched Seth Rollins,knocking him to the ground. “That’s my baby.” You said making all the girls whip around and freeze once they saw you. “Well are you gonna hug her or not?” Naomi sassed with a smile making them all surge forward and pull you into a tight group hug. “What are you doing here?” “How long are you staying?” “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were coming?” They were all throwing questions at you. “Wait, slow dow.” You laughed and pulled yourself out of the hug. “I got to come home for a while, I don’t know long I’m staying, and Naomi knew I was coming. I wanted to surprise everyone.” You managed to answer everyones questions in one breath. “Oh my god. JoJo and Roman are gonna freak out.” Nattie smiled and all the girls agreed and awed at the thought. “Yeah, go find JoJo.” Brie pushed you a bit. “She’s with Renee, in catering.” Fox grinned and they all sent you on your way, Naomi insisting on staying with them.
You watched from around a corner as Renee played with JoJo with a bunch of junk food on the table in front of them. You then casually walked into the room and decided to walk past their tables and grab a bag of chips as you did. You heard JoJo gasp in annoyance and then you heard Renee clear her throat. “Excuse me-” Renee was cut off by JoJo’s annoyed tone. “Those were mine!” You smiled and then started to speak, turning around after a few words. “What? Mommy can’t have any chips?” You saw Renees jaw drop and JoJo screamed. “Mommy!” She yelled out and slid off her chair, running straight towards you. You bent down and picked her up with a grunt of effort, bringing her closer to you she clung onto you tightly while you buried your face into her curly hair. “I missed you sweetie.” You held her tighter and your eyes were watering with unshed tears. “I love you mommy.” You heard her sniffle into your shoulder. Finally putting her down you pulled an eager Renee into a lingering hug, answering all her eager questions while playing with JoJo’s wild hair.
“Come on babe.” You muttered to yourself as you watched the monitor with the other Divas and JoJo, who was sitting on your shoulders. You held your breath as Roman went for the three count and let out a cheer along with everyone else when he won the match. You felt JoJo being removed from your shoulders, you turned to see Nikki holding her. “Go get your man.” The rest of the girls cheered as you smiled and jogged away. You paused at the black curtain and waited for Romans theme to hit, waiting a few seconds until you walked off. Your husbands face went from confused to shocked and then ecstatic. You waved at him from the top of the ramp with a smirk on your face and he quickly slid out of the ring and ran to you. You barrelled into you, lifting you up into his arms and holding you close and inhaling your sweet scent. “I missed you so much.” You smiled into his hair and let a few tears fall. You could hear him mumbling sweet nothings into your chest as you felt your dress dampening slightly from his tears. He pulled away and set you down on the ground, letting you reach up and place a hand on his jaw as he rested his big hands on your hips. “I love you.” You smiled as you stared him in the eyes before you pulled him in for an intense kiss. If you were in any other situation, kissing in front of a sold out arena and all the people watching live would have made you cringe but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. After a blissful moment he pulled away to mumble something against your mouth that made you pull away and stare at him. “What did you say?” Your eyes were wide and you hoped he had said what you thought you heard. “I wanna have a baby with you. A little girl for JoJo to play with.” You could feel the tears sliding down your face again as you nodded, slowly at first before they became frantic. “I want that too.” You smiled through your tears making Roman smile back at you before pulling you backstage once again. Once you were out of view of the cameras and audience he didn’t waste anytime bringing your lips to his in a fierce kiss. Your hands tangled in his wet hair as his hands gripped tightly at your hips. “Woah guys, there’s a kid present.” You heard Dean chuckle from behind you making you pull away and turn to face him, and Renee who was covering JoJo’s eyes with a smirk. You stepped out of your husbands grasp and Renee uncovered JoJo’s eyes, effectively letting her run into Roman’s arms. He held her close and pulled you into his side as you brought a hand up to ruffle JoJo’s hair. “Daddy can we go to bed now?” JoJo asked with a yawn making you smile affectionately while Roman nodded at her. “You coming?” He asked before he started walking towards his locker room to grab his bags. “No, I’ll meet you in the car.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before kissing JoJo’s as well. Roman nodded before walking away while you stayed and chatted with Renee and Dean until you heard JoJo’s familiar laugh from the hall. “We’ll take her tomorrow night.” Renee leaned in close with a smirk on her face. “We will?” Dean whined making you laugh while Renee shot him a look. “Yes we will. They need some alone time” Renee smiled triumphantly when Dean nodded with a grunt. “Can’t deny that, he’s been going through a dry spell for almost a year.” You and Renee were laughing when Roman and JoJo finally made their way back to you. He shot you a confused look until you spoke to JoJo “JoJo, do you want to have a sleepover tomorrow night with Aunt Renee and Uncle Dean?” JoJo looked a bit unsure which made you worry a little, because even though you’d never admit it you were desperate for a night alone with Roman. “C’mon kid, it’ll be fun.” Dean messed up her long hair affectionately which seemed to make her mind because the next thing you knew she was nodding and blabbering about everything they were going to do. “Alright, we have to go now Jo. It’s past your bedtime, you’ll see Aunt Renee and Uncle Dean tomorrow.” You told her to say goodbye which she quickly did and then started to skip ahead of you and Roman. “Score.” Roman whispered to you with a smirk. “Counting the seconds until tomorrow night.” You grinned back as you turned around a corner, telling JoJo to wait by the door. “I missed you Y/N.” “I missed you too Roman.”
How many members do you think are in all the gangs mentioned in the outsiders?? And do you have any headcanons for them??
• i picture them as being a smaller gang, because tim is really picky about who he lets in. he probably has around 10-15 boys.
• theyre very close to one another, like brothers. youll always find them with at least one other gang member.
• tims a good leader and he makes the younger members tough and strong, a lot of them look up to him as an older brother
• the second in command is named danny and started the gang with tim. danny & tim have been friends since they were in elementary school.
• the gang is strong and loyal and tim has never had any problems with an inside spy snitching to anothr gang. his boys enjoy being in the gang
TIBER STREET TIGERS:
• i see this gang being big and dirty, around 30 people. its the easiest gang to get into, but being kicked out is just as easy. the leader needs boys that’ll do the dirty work for him. he sits back and relaxes while the members are out carrying guns and selling drugs.
• the members dont see the leader a lot, he has close boys that carry out orders for him. theyll maybe all get together once a month.
• the leader is smart, but hes blinded by his thirst for power and i see him having a lot of beef with the shepard gang over territory
• unlike tims gang, the tigers are scared of the leader and avoid him if they can. this gang is more about guys who need to have a sense of belonging or just dont have anything to lose
• theres around 10-20 boys. theyre your most average gang, but they go beyond reach to be powerful.
• they were the first gang to get their hands on drugs. but a lot of the members dont think and so they were also the first gang to get busted
• they go through leaders a lot, ever since the first one got locked up for possession.
• it used to be an honest gang that allied with the shepard gang, but since the first leader went away theyve become enemies
• theyre the first gang to fall. the members dont trust each other and are always playing dirty. the only thing each boy strives for is to be the leader, and theyll take another guy down just to make sure he doesnt take the spot. after a few years of this, theres no loyalty left in the gang
• imaginary gang that parents make up to scare their children out of wanting to be in a gang
Bts Reaction to You Putting Pigtails in Their Hair While They Sleep
Request: hi~ BTS reaction to their s/o making them ponytails all over their head while they were asleep?
A/N: This is so cute I’m crying I hope you enjoy~
Seokjin would have gone to sleep after a long day of practicing and recording. He was exhausted and could barely even make it to the bed before passing out, and you saw this as a perfect excuse to do his hair. He would sleep through your “torture” before you fell asleep beside him, pleased with your work and excited for his reaction in the morning. When he woke up, you opened one eye as he kissed your forehead good morning and you began giggling. He would furrow his brows before standing up and heading to a mirror, jumping back and laughing when he realized what you had done.
“Jagi, what have you done to my beautiful hair!”
Yoongi tends to sleep throughout the day, a lot, this is no secret. So when you saw him passed out on the couch upon arriving home, this was no surprise. The idea of a prank on Yoongi - especially while he’s asleep - is scary to anyone, but you had the guts to try it just once. You spiked his fluffy hair up all over his head with little rubber bands and covered your mouth to muffle your laughs before rushing out of the room to wait for him to arise. When he did, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter as his slouching form wandered into the bedroom; ponytails and all. He would walk over to the mirror, stare at himself for a few moments, then walk over to you. You would apologize a few times between laughs, but all Yoongi would do is lay down on you with all of his weight and fall asleep again.
“This is what you get, ya doofus..”
Namjoon would be sleeping while in the waiting room with the other members (+ you) like he usually does before an interview or show. You looked over at the hairstylist’s desk and noticed a box of little rubber bands as the idea struck you. You asked for the box politely before making your way over to Namjoon and beginning your little design. The rest of Bts would watch you with smiling faces, some *cough* Hoseok *cough* having to leave the room to laugh to avoid waking the leader. Right as you finished, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled at you, his face quickly changing as he noticed his other members staring at him, obviously hiding laughter. He would walk over to his stylist before noticing your little prank; quickly staring back at you with his “wtf” face before laughing about it himself.
“You’re too much, Y/n, you know that?”
Hoseok would be peacefully taking a nap on your bed after a long day. You knew you had to wake him up, but how was the question at hand. The idea struck you when you saw the multiple hair ties lying on your bathroom counter, and you quickly rushed in to begin your administrations. After you finished, you sat up and rested on his stomach, a smile curved on your lips as he opened his eyes and moved a hand to his head. He would stare at you before pulling you down onto his chest in a hug; loud laughter and tickling making up the rest of your night together.
“You’re so cute!”
Jimin, the little fluff, is always messing with his own hair. So when you saw him sleeping with his bedhead flopped across the pillow, you thought of a way to stop him. After you finished tying his hair up, you would peck his now bare forehead as a means to wake him up. His eyes would flutter open, and you would greet him with a handheld mirror to his face. His eyes would shoot open and he would jump from his place to chase you; tackling you and showering your face with kisses as he messed your own hair up.
“How do you like it, huh!”
Taehyung is an actual puppy, and he really enjoys to pull a few pranks on you, so him sleeping was the perfect time to get your revenge. You would take every strand of his hair into little ponytails, making sure he looked like a birthday cake with many candles before tickling him to wake him up. He would hug you before heading to go to the bathroom; a deep, loud scream quickly filling the air as he ran back out with a huge, boxy smile on his face.
“Ahh, why are you like this!?”
Jungkook would have passed out before rehearsals for a show, and you saw this as the perfect time to mess with him. You would stick pigtails every which way, Jimin and Taehyung watching and giving tips on where to put the next ones as the maknae woke up. He would be shocked to see you sitting in his lap; not to mention questioning why Jimin and Tae were laughing their asses off behind you. So he would push you off and look in the mirror, a wide smile painted on his lips as he grabbed a hat and pulled his hair through the opening before walking back to you.
I saw a post once about people who have their soulmates’ names tattooed on their wrist and Clarke being confused bc no one on the ark is named Lexa and Lexa being like “Clarke is a dude’s name?? um??"
Deep in the heart of the spinning, cold star, a single prisoner stares at the window above her, curiously thinking of so many things that she finds herself unable to focus on any, thus reaching an almost eerie state of lethargic fear or even anxious calm.
The rumours ran rampant, like fire through the station, and despite her predicament in solitary, the prisoner hears the whispers of the guards, notices the scurrying of activity, counts the dwindling number of walks outside her window with nothing more than mild curiosity.
But in the quiet that comes in the middle of the night, Clarke ignores all of it and continues being alone, savouring the sweet, delicious kind of ache it brings when she adds to the days that she doesn’t use her voice. Her walls are covered, like the tombs she read about once, in pictures and words and moments and memories and dreams.
Tony/T'challa please? Since T'challa hasn't been really introduced to the fandom yet (we only have the sneak peeks from Civil War), feel free to characterize him how you like.
I’ve only read few comics, so I really have no idea how T’Challa is supposed to act, but I gave it a shot (I’m hoping I’m at least somewhere in the ball park of his personality). I hope you like it.
Tony swiped a glass of champagne off the tray of a waiter who
passed by as Tony people watched from his corner of the lavish ballroom.
People were dancing in the middle of the room while others
lingered about and chatted. Bits of conversation were casual while others were
purely political, which wasn’t surprising. This was a welcome party for the Prince of Wakanda T’challa. Most of the people here were involved in politics.
Tony was a little surprised he’d actually been invited to
the shindig. The code of conduct that had been emailed to him made it obvious
that this was a big deal to America’s political leaders and that his usual
antics would not appreciated, with the exception of one.
He was highly encouraged to schmooze T’Challa.
It didn’t take a genius to realize the government was making
a play for the vibranium found in Wakanda, and if Tony could flirt T’Challa
into giving him some in order to make weapons for the government, then America’s
political leaders would be all the more happy.
It was the very reason why Tony was not socializing that
evening. He did not like being someone’s tool.
“And here I was told to watch out for the infamous Tony
Stark,” a deep voice said from beside Tony.
Tony startled and almost choked on his champagne.
T’Challa had taken residence beside Tony. The corner of his
mouth quirked up in amusement. “Your reputation precedes you, yet you are not
the man I was expecting.”
“What can I say?” Tony feigned nonchalance. “I’m getting old
“I suppose that is true for all of us.”
“You know, you really should avoid me. The political leaders
here are hoping that I’ll seduce you into giving me Vibranium, and you standing
next to me gives them false hope.”
“So if I were to continue to engage in conversation with
you, you’re leaders would most likely leave me alone in the hopes that you’re
seduction would work?”
Tony eyed T’Challa. There was a mischievous gleam to the
man’s eyes, and in that moment Tony felt a kindred spirit in the man.
Tony smirked and took another sip of his champagne. “So tell
me about Wakanda.”
Altair wouldn’t believe it when he first heard you had cheated on him. Then he’d be hurt, angry even. If you came forward about it and embraced your mistake, he would still be hurt and you wouldn’t be in his good graces, but he would be a little more amiable to a conversation. He’s been betrayed before, but that wouldn’t make it any easier for him to deal with.
He’s had his heart broken before, but when he found out you cheated on him… the first thought that came to his mind was “Am I not good enough?” He puts on a show of grandeur and arrogance, but he’s always been a bit more self conscious when it came to love, as opposed to passion (which he was more used to). He would be angry, at you and himself equally. His friends try to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but the thought still lingered…
Please don’t cheat on Connor. He’s been through so much and he still found a way to love you. When he found out, though, he’d be so… hurt. Betrayed. It wasn’t that he expected you to be his and only his, it was that you went behind his back and did something without at least coming forward about it. The poor man has been through enough.
Haytham would be almost hypocritical- he seemed not to be all that invested in the relationship then you tell him you kissed someone the other day and he freaked out??? It confused you more than anything- wasn’t he the one who left a woman he impregnated for his Order? You knew you didn’t do the right thing, but you couldn’t help but be a little irked by how passive aggressive he was in the days to come. You never did hear if he actually forgave you or not.
She would be a bit huffy if you confessed this to her- her trust in you would falter quite a bit but she wouldn’t be unfair and hold it over you longer than you deserved. She would, however, prove to you that she was better for you than anyone else- and you were inclined to believe her.
Assuming he was still a pirate, he would probably be a bit more lenient than the others. He was well accustomed to the concept of having multiple lovers (he was guilty of having nights of passion with prostitutes and the like). He wouldn’t judge or get all that angry, but he would instead take it as a challenge. He, like Aveline, would strive to show you that he was the best man for you- interpret as you will.
Ouch. Ouch. Arno took such a leap of faith (Ba dum tss) with letting his feelings for you flourish. His brown eyes are just so hurt, like he’s a kicked puppy. He wouldn’t know what to say, so he’d probably just leave and avoid you for days. You find him quietly cursing to himself in French after he got so bloody drunk off his ass he could barely stand. “I told you how hard it was to love again, and you just…” His words became too incoherent to hear after that, but you got the idea of what he was saying. It would take a hell of a lot to get his trust back to the level it was at before, if it’s even possible to fully restore his faith in you.
Evie + Jacob
You don’t cheat on either of the Twins because the other one is sure to come and show you the error of your ways, though the tactics may differ. You’d be lucky to escape with all your teeth from Jacob, and from Evie… you never actually see her but it seems like everything that could possibly go wrong in your life, goes wrong. Jacob would be oddly quiet, but overly reckless. Evie would act like she had it under control, but one wrong word and all her emotion comes pouring out in a catharsis of anger, pain, and even confusion. It doesn’t help that they’re gang leaders. Best avoid the Rooks until the issue is resolved, because some of the more loyal members may take their own petty vengeance out on you.
Desmond’s reaction differs depending on when you were dating him. If it was before his life spiraled into an underground war, he’d probably get angry, get drunk, then forget about it if you were nice. If it was after… he’d have to think about it, and he’d avoid you until he made up his mind about what to do. He even asked his father, of all people. It was sorta sweet, for maybe five minutes. If you were heartfelt about your apology, he’d eventually be fine to forgive you, though he may be a bit more guarded than he was before. But he’d be willing to work it out, if you were.
The processes of becoming a gym leader, Elite Four member or Champion all differ greatly from one another, and each job demands a different attitude and approach to battle. Strength is not the only determining factor as to which job is best suited to a trainer.
Being a gym leader has two primary requirements: that you can battle and that you can teach. All gym leaders within a region are supposed to be of a similar standard (not ascending in difficulty as they are in the games) but variation is always present. Being a gym leader does not necessarily place a limit on your strength; some are even stronger than Elites - Volkner, leader of the Sunyshore City gym, is of almost champion standard, but elects to be a gym leader out of desire to teach. Blue Oak is of the same calibre, but took up the Viridian gym position after losing his Champion position to Red. Nontheless, gym leaders of this skill level are fairly uncommon; for the most part, the Elite Four is more challenging.
Gyms are primarily run by the gym leader, who is in charge of conducting both general lessons and one-to-one tuition sessions with those who book them. However, most gyms - primarily those in cities - attract legions of trainers per day, so type experts are employed to demonstrate and teach where the gym leader is unable to. It may also be worth mentioning that matches with the gym leader usually have to be booked in advance - as in, you cannot simply turn up at the gym and demand a battle in the brazen manner that Ash Ketchum does in the anime. Leaders have busy schedules.
Anybody can apply to become a gym leader providing that they are of substantial skill and maturity. There are no strict age requirements attached to the job, but it is rare that a gym leader be any younger than sixteen, as anybody below that age usually lacks substantial experience and responsibility. The only real factor that may count against an applicant is their type specialty, as League officials wish to maintain diversity and always avoid appointing two gym leaders of the same type choice.
If a gym leader receives multiple complaints from students or fails to meet certain standards of strength (all leaders are expected to win a certain percentage of battles per year), they can be placed under observation for several months. If their teaching and/or victory rates do not improve within this time, they can be dismissed from their job. I imagine that Jasmine would be placed under observation at one time, hence why she visits Sunyshore City (to be trained by Volkner, I believe), but would manage to improve and keep her position at her gym. I cannot imagine the same thing happening to Whitney, who would eventually be sacked after she failed to recover.
Gym leaders below the age of eighteen are treated with slightly more leniency, as they are not expected to be as polished as those with more experience. Newly appointed leaders are also regarded in the same manner, so as to give them a few months to find their feet.
Gym leaders achieve international fame the moment they take up their positions, but are usually better known in their own regions. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean they can visit an airport without being crowded by the paparazzi; they’re definitely considered to be high profile celebrities.
Elite Four Members:
Being an Elite requires a different kind of attitude to gym leading, and the appointment process is completely different. Whilst certain Elites may hold occasional education workshops so as to offer expertise to those specialising in their type (something I can imagine Karen, Sydney and Grimsley doing, due to the severe shortage of dark gym leaders), teaching is not a part of the job description. Being an Elite is best suited to powerful trainers who purely enjoy battle, ones who can handle the intensely busy lifestyle attached to the position.
Unlike applying for gym leading, there is no free-for-all auditioning process when trying out for an Elite position. When a member of the Elite Four steps down, the League officials make a collective decision about what kind of trainer would be best to take their place, usually contacting three or four potential candidates and having them audition before making a final decision. Either way, appointed Elites are usually very successful trainers already renowned in their field, not unknown members of the public. You could say that it works on a 'don’t call us, we’ll call you’ kind of basis.
Elites tend to be stronger than gym leaders (though this isn’t always the case), therefore they cannot be challenged until a trainer has collected all eight badges. Whilst casual trainers may make it their goal to defeat all of the gym leaders in their region, only serious ones try their hand at defeating the Elite Four, as it is enormous step up. Matches have to be booked in advance and are often attended by the public, with tickets going on sale in the weeks before it takes place. I can’t imagine that challengers would have to defeat each Elite Four member in succession (that may have once been a tradition, but is no longer practical), but they would have to conquer all of them before they could challenge the Champion - a difficult feat.
All Elite Four members are all household names, even in overseas regions. More so than gym leaders, their job requires international travel, as they don’t have gyms to manage or teaching commitments. It’s all about the battle.
Becoming the Champion is an enormously difficult task, but it is, in a peculiar kind of way, almost easier to attain than an Elite position. Whilst the skill required for the job is higher than any other battling occupation in the world, it works on a similar basis to gym leading in the sense that anybody can take up the position if they are strong enough. The only requirements are that you triumph over all of the gyms in your region, beat every member of the Elite Four, and that you win against the existing Champion in a 6v6 battle. No previous credentials or establishment is needed, as is the case with becoming an Elite.
Champions typically take up influential positions on the League council, having an involvement in the appointment of new gym leaders and Elites and as well as an overall say in the running of things, but that isn’t always the case. Lance, even Gold took his place as Champion, would leave the battling aspect of the League but remain on its council, as he would have been a long-standing member, whereas Gold himself would have a more minor role. There is more to being Champion than battle, but the extra demands do depend on how willing the Champion is to take them on.
Champions are obviously the most famous trainers of all, known worldwide by even those with little to no interest in battling. Any matches in which they compete go on sale to the public and sell out rapidly, as well as being televised to those who cannot see them in the flesh. The prestige of Champions, even those who have incredibly short reigns (like Blue) or disappear without a trace (like Red), isn’t something that ever fades away. They are always welcome at tournaments, namely the PWT.
Being a Paladin of Voltron isn’t always easy. Sometimes the little things teammates do to help each other out can mean a lot.
Allura finally wraps up the debriefing after what feels like hours of debating how the whole ion-cannon-nearly-destroys-the-Castle mid-battle snafu could have been avoided. With their leader missing, the team is stretched thin. Coran is left alone during each skirmish and everyone’s been working hard to shore up the Castle’s defenses.
The group disperses, Pidge partnering up with Coran to take another look at the particle barrier and Hunk heading to the hangar to repair some recent damage to his Lion. After countless quintents of nearly round-the-clock activity, Lance is beyond ready to slink off and catch up on sleep.
“Lance! Hold on a tick.” Allura’s leader-voice grates through him. “You still need to perform maintenance on the defense drones.”
Lance whirls around, his eye twitching. He loves their Altean caretaker, he really does, but the blue paladin is primed and ready to snap.
Keith steps in—literally moving in front of Lance. “Actually, I wanted Lance to run through some drills with me.”
Character: Gabriel the archangel Words: 1600 Warning(s): Blood, swearing, fighting A/N: Who doesn’t love a lil bit of protective Gabriel. Sorry this one is a mess and isn’t that great. I wrote this on fumes. I must recharge now.
Honestly? I think I want to keep this going. Use for prompts if you wish, or to imagine whatever you want. Be sure to check out the other imagines posts as well :3
1. A person is very desperate as they’re walking with their friend in the street. They look around for a sign of quick relief and also watch their friend walking ahead of them, they start to leak and notice a storm drain. They bite their lip and figure it’ll have to do. They fake-trip over the storm drain to land at an angle where most of their urine will go in the drain and there wouldn’t be much of a patch. Their friend is stunned at their fall and wishes to help them up but they say that they need a bit of time to be ok. The sound of them peeing slowly becomes evident and the friend catches on to what the person is doing and playfully laughs and asks them why they didn’t say anything before.
2. A person is in an area where they shouldn’t be to try and retrieve something they need. They enter a building with stealth but are captured by the people they were trying to avoid. The leader of the capturers fancies this character however, and has an omo fetish. The other baddies want to do all kinds of interrogation/torture but the leader tells them that they have other plans in mind. The leader ties the person up, questions them and teases them, particularly about their need to go as time passes. Eventually the captive after long hours of squirming against their restraints wets themselves loudly and forcefully, panting before the pleased leader. That night when the others are asleep the leader sets the captive free because they deep down really like the person and doesn’t wish any true harm to them.
3. A knight had stayed very hydrated for the long battle that awaited them and had increasingly grown more and more desperate. Unfortunately, the heat and vigorous motions they’d done required them to drink more and more water whenever they got the chance, and they knew they couldn’t take any more breaks. During a long battle with other knights and a long battle with their bladder they realize one thing will have to be given up and wet themselves in their armor as they fight.
4. A person gets in an elevator for a meeting but has to pee very badly as well. They wait to get to their floor, shifting now and again when the elevator stops and the person realizes they’re stuck. They call the person running the meeting and tells them the predicament and the other person tells them what to do. They hit the button to call for help but no one responds. They’re stuck for a long time and their desperation gets worse. Eventually they can’t hold it anymore and wet themselves, and they call the other person again and tell them that they won’t be able to make it to the meeting. Bonus: their love interest is in the elevator with them.
5. A person is in marching band and didn’t get any time to take a break to pee and their marching and instrument playing grows rather weak on the field, and other band members occasionally sneak glances to the person in concern. A tiny patch forms on the pants of the person and they struggle to keep their composure. They begin to wet themselves as they play and their performance slowly gets better, and they hope no one had noticed as they then march off the field with the rest of the band.
6. Two people have a romantic interest in the same person and the two behind the scenes tend to compete and brawl for that persons affection. In an odd turn of events one person caused the other person to wet themselves helplessly. The love interest walks in right in time to see this and the one who wet themselves blushes furiously while the other one seems concerned but is deep down feeling mildly superior. What the two people don’t know however, is that their shared love interest has an omo fetish.
7. A superhero is busy saving the streets from villains and is busy trying to fight off a villain to save the day yet again, however they struggle because if they don’t wrap things up quickly they’ll wet themselves in front of the villain since they’d been holding it all day. When they finally do defeat the villain, they hurriedly run off out of sight and wet themselves, unfortunately not able to have saved their bladder.
8. A creature (mermaid/merman, fairy, centaur, etc.) has recently turned human and is still trying to understand the ways of the human world. They had grasped walking normally and had slowly adjusted to the human ways of communicating and such with the person who is helping them, but they haven’t learned about toilets yet and don’t know how to communicate that need. After a long day of desperation from an inability to communicate the need to pee, the person they’re with (unaware) lets them try soda. The newly-turned person feebly drinks it and enjoys it, but that cold caffeinated drink is too much for their bladder and they wet themselves slowly as they drink the soda, enjoying both feelings but feeling shy when they’re done.
9. A person has been known to sleep-walk from time to time and on one night realizes they have to pee. The person gets up in their sleep and stands near their bed with their eyes closed and then turns and walks out of their room towards the bathroom. The bathroom however is occupied and they put their hand on the door, unable to speak properly and they give a small noise of need. They back up from the door and lean against a wall nearby. They start to fall asleep against the wall and a patch slowly forms and spreads on their pajama pants. They give a tiny smile in their sleep from the warm relief and the person that was in the bathroom opens the door to see the other person standing there wetting themselves asleep and wakes them up to try and help them out.
As much as Val hated to leave the mines and have a possible confrontation with Knoth’s ‘good Christians’, he was always aware that it was necessary at times; for one the food supplies 800 feet under the ground weren’t the best, and there were ‘children’ that had to be fed (they no longer were children age-wise, but to Valentino those were his children still – the kids he took care of when no one else would).
Though, as he wandered off through the forest towards the small town in which the blond used to reside, before the big division between Knoth and himself had happened, a division Val brought upon himself —- the familiar feeling or memories rushing through his veins and into his mind like venom, thankfully not in the form of white light followed by flash backs that knocked him out unconsciously; yet still very unpleasant and rather painful.
As he kept walking through the town with stealth, the heretic leader avoided any kind of contact, ending up in the quietest and most abandoned places —- shacks in which him and Marta used to spend with each other, together, almost like inseparable siblings.
Thinking back about those times, it did break his heart: Val always wanted a big sister to protect him, for he was such a frail, feminine boy, when everyone else his age started getting more muscular and stronger, he was nothing but a beanpole, an androgynous mystery, neither man nor woman; ‘it’ how some called him, mocked him. Of course, he didn’t dare talking about stealing his mother’s clothes and make up towards Marta for he was frightened of her reactions (frightened of anyone’s reaction who was a true Christian through and through, honestly), but one thing was certain: she never ceased protecting him from those who did him wrong. And that was truly admirable in Valentino’s eyes.
Not only her size was scaring most of those bullies, her strict and reserved personality also did a good job on that – they were like two opposites, Val and Marta. Not only physically, but also emotionally. And – of course – their view on religion, though that was something the blond kept secret until his separation from church, giving up his deacon position to a church which he grew up with.
While he kept thinking of those times, he rummaged through a storage shack to snatch food, eventually noticing a shadow lurking behind him, towering over him as he knelt down, causing him to look up and behind him, ready to pull out his ritual dagger and defend himself from a crazy follower of Ezekiel’s church.
INFO: Bayard Rustin was a leader in U.S. movements for civil rights, socialism, non-violence, and gay rights. He was the chief organizer of the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. Rustin also influenced young activists, such as Stokely Carmichael, in organizations like the Congress on Racial Equality (CORE) and the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). He was arrested for his sexuality in 1953; LGBT people were criminalized in parts of the United States until 2003. Rustin’s extremely public criminal charge was criticized by some fellow civil-rights leaders, including Black power militants. This led to Rustin choosing to remain a behind the scenes influential leader to avoid conflict. In the 1970s, he became a public advocate on behalf of gay and lesbian causes.
FOR MORE INFO Search: “March on Washington for Jobs & Freedom (1963)”, “CORE”, “SNCC” , “AFL-CIO ”, “Stokely Carmichael”
U.K. Minor Parties Slam 'Extreme' Brexit in Debate May Avoided
Four leaders of minor U.K. political parties criticized Theresa May’s approach to Brexit in a television debate ahead of next month’s general election that the prime minister herself declined to take part in.
As well as leaving the EU, May has pledged to leave the single market and customs union, while prioritizing curbs on immigration and freeing Britain from the jurisdiction of European courts. That stance is opposed by the Scottish National Party, the Welsh nationalists Plaid Cymru, the Greens and the Liberal Democrats, which fear the economic damage it could entail.
“Theresa May is not just pursuing Brexit, she is pursuing a hard, extreme Brexit,” SNP leader Nicola Sturgeon, the first minister in Scotland’s semi-autonomous government, said in the ITV debate late on Thursday. “Even today when she published her manifesto, she threatened again to walk away with no deal. That would be an economic catastrophe.’’
May called the surprise election citing the need to strengthen her hand in the Brexit negotiations, which she said was being undermined by the opposition. On Thursday, she published the Conservative Party’s campaign platform, spelling out the approach to the divorce that she wants voters to endorse.
“She is not enacting the will of the people; she has chosen to interpret it in an extreme way,” Liberal Democrat Party Leader Tim Farron said during the debate in Salford, northwest England. “The Brexit negotiations between Brussels and London over these next few months will lead to outcomes that none of us can predict for the time being.”
He reiterated his party’s call for a referendum on the final Brexit deal, telling voters that “if you want to reject that deal, you must have the right to remain in the European Union.’’
Jeremy Corbyn, the leader of the main opposition Labour Party, also declined to attend the debate, citing May’s absence. He didn’t escape the wrath of the four pro-EU parties, with their leaders blaming him for supporting May’s push for a hard Brexit by voting through her parliamentary mandate to begin divorce negotiations.
Plaid Cymru leader Leanne Wood fretted about the future of manufacturing in Wales, saying Airbus SE, which employs 6,500 people at a wing assembly plant in north Wales, is unlikely to stay if tariffs are imposed on exports to the EU and imports from it. She also warned about the risks posed by wider trade deals the government might negotiate.
“We’re at risk of trade deals which would see our health service privatized, our agriculture sector decimated by cheap foreign imports and Wales drained of any power,” Wood said. Se said she’d fight to “make sure that the Tories don’t get away with an extreme Brexit that would cause serious harm for many people in many of our communities right throughout the U.K.”
It was left to the fifth participant in the debate, the U.K. Independence Party’s Paul Nuttall, to fight a lonely battle in favor of Brexit. He disapproved of May’s approach for other reasons: he thought she would “backslide.”
“I think she’ll sell out our fisheries,” he said. “There’ll be some sort of dodgy deal over freedom of movement as well and I think she’ll capitulate and we’ll pay a divorce bill as well.’’
He then erred by calling the Plaid Cymru leader “Natalie.” Not just once, but twice.
“I’m not Natalie, I’m Leanne,” she said disapprovingly.
She’s leaving some runes on and old, half dead tree to note a border change. Even pallanophs have needs for signs, since they’re a pretty visual species. She’s using a bone tool to avoid blunting her claws.
Tribe leaders have a wealth of duties to perform for their tribes. It’s hardly a glorious life of luxury. The leather cord she’s wearing on her right forearm might be a human token of some sort, perhaps from the people of the nearest human habitation. She might have other methods of marking to designate her role as leader of the Skirdet tribe, but I’ll think more about that later.
(Yet another huge tree? What is it with this alternate universe, anyway?)