because they were in danger

so this is literally part of what’s happening in the US right now

If you are originally from one of the countries in Trump’s ban and moved to the US, got greencards, and decided to go on a vacation recently, you won’t be allowed back in the US. Permanent residents are being effectively kicked out.

Lemme just say that again. You could have lived in the US for years, possibly moved here as a child and grown up here, and been vacationing in fucking Canada, and you won’t be allowed back. All because you were born in a country trump deemed dangerous.


let’s all take a moment to appreciate the very gay Look™ alec gave magnus while putting on a hoodie that ended up covering nothing

It’s not so much that I’m scared of Trump becoming president. I know he’s bound by laws and the checks and balances of government, despite all the branches being a Republic majority.

It’s that I’m scared that his followers will feel justified in their racist, sexist, all-around terrible actions.

And I’m scared that, in the end, there will be no punishment, because hey, if the President does it, then what’s the problem?

things you should definitely 100% not think about when you think about philip shea (except do because philip shea is perfect and you should always think about him)

- Okay, first of all, don’t think about how Philip was literally almost shot and actually did literally beg for his life for a moment and allowed himself to be scared about that for approximately .5 seconds before sucking it up and remaining seemingly calm for pretty much the rest of the show (except for when he realized tommy and tracey were in danger. because philip shea cares about other people. but once they are gone, he accepts it quickly and moves on. that is philips’ like number one skill. accept and move on. don’t think about why that is).

- Don’t think about how he somehow got to the city in the middle of the night and then didn’t even risk going inside. Don’t think about how he just curled up on the couch outdoors as if this was a common, acceptable place for him to sleep and passed out, alone, after almost being killed.

- Don’t think about how he goes from saying “I’m done. can’t go back, can’t go back there” to accepting he can’t live with him mom again in approximately ten seconds. He doesn’t argue too much about it. Doesn’t beg or plead or threaten to run away. Just says “I know” and gives his mom cigarettes and then sits and comes out to her because she wants to hear nice things about him and to him, lukas liking him back enough to kiss him is a nice thing.

- Don’t think about how when given the opportunity, Philip will sit next to a man who has almost definitely abused him and just do nothing but pretend the guy likes him.

- Don’t think about his honest confusion when he asks “Why not” after Lukas says he didn’t have sex with Rose.

- Don’t think about how Philip is so calm and willing to do or be whatever the person he loves (read: his mom and Lukas) needs him to be. I mean, yes, he tells Lukas no that one time and calls him on his shit other times, but really, overall, the kid is willing to put himself on the line for those he cares about: “Had to be cool for my mom—I can be cool for you to.” “What do you want me to say? I’ll say whatever you want.” Ugh, he just—he tells Lukas not to drink the hand sanitizer but then three seconds later he does the same thing, no questions asked, because Lukas tells him to. Don’t even get me started on the whole Rose debacle.

- Lukas freaks out when Philip hands him a condom, Philip minimizes it and says “It’s okay. it’s okay, it’s fine” coaxes him back down and no more pressure to do anything. Philip tells Lukas he told his mom about them, Lukas says “There’s nothing to say” and Philip just nods quickly, “Okay.” Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call Lukas on anything. Just says okay and then offers to take Lukas into the city cause he thinks that will help him.

- Philip won’t get Lukas drugs, but he will help Lukas look for things to sell when he asks and go with him to the pawn shop and wait outside while he does it.

- And, like, I’m not saying this to say Philip is a pushover or weak, he’s not- he’s just contained. All the time. He is the stable one. The calm one. He is careful not to push too much. He thinks of solutions and waits to see if they will actually be listened to but is very, very cautious with actually being assertive with his ideas/wants/needs. He is just so much more attuned to everyone else.

- Oh, ALSO, don’t think too much about how Philip overheard Gabe and Helen arguing about him and chose to step out and put himself in that line of fire anyway. He could have just hung back and waited a little. Or, fuck, run off until things cooled down. But Gabe was being yelled at and they were arguing and so he decided to step in. Cause Philip wants to keep everyone happy.

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mafia!EXO reaction when they get overprotective & jealous

(requested by anon: Could you do a mafia!au with exo when they get overprotective just like you did with bts?)

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, dominant-submissive behaviour

You’re new to the gang and you’re already great with everyone except the leader. You didn’t talk to him much because you were scared of him as he was very short-tempered and dangerous. That’s why you were sort of submissive towards him and he adored it.. secretly. You would continue to be scared of him and not talk to him if a guy didn’t approach you today and if that didn’t trigger the leader..


He leaned against the wall, staring at you two. As your eyes met Sehun’s dark ones, Sehun lost it. He walked furiously over and punched the guy couple of times. You got up and moved Sehun away calming him down, as the guy went away. „Oppa please don't“ you whispered as you hugged him while he tried pushing past you. That finally calmed him down so he hugged you but he was still glaring at the guy. „Nobody touches you or comes near you except me. No. One.“ he growled into your ear.


His anger was rising but he managed to control it and just glare at you two. The guy went away so you got up and as you turned you almost kissed Chanyeol how close he was. „Is it fun to piss me off?“ he said as you gave him a puzzled look. He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you into his „office“. He placed you on the table so that he was between your legs. He grabbed your neck softly and pulled you closer. „Let me show you what else is fun“ he said while rubbing his dick against your jeans.


As you started talking to the guy he stopped all of his actions and focused only on you. You felt his gaze on you and it sent a shiver down your spine. You excused yourself from the guy and went over to Baek. Since he was sitting on the sofa looking at the guy with a creepy, killer look you knew it was best to calm him down before he really kills someone. You sat on him so that you straddled him and you hugged him playing with the end of his hair. He eventually stopped staring and hugged you back tightly.


He was super irritated and he didn’t mind showing it. „Yah, move away from her before I lose my damn temper“ he yelled at the guy who was dumbfounded. But since the words came from the leader he went away immediately. You walked over to Kai who was looking deeply into your eyes. You placed your hands on his chest and fixed his some-sort-of-a-suits collar. „I’d like it more if you took that off in my bedroom rather than fix it right now“ he said with an amused, dark expression.


You knew one of his „signs“ which showed he was on the edge. And that sign happened, he wiped his lips and his pupils became larger, darker. „I think you should go now“ you whispered to the boy who listened to you and went away. You reached Lay and moved your look away from his because that was the best thing to do now. „He was so cute even I wanted to bite him.. and tear his limbs off“ he spitted it out almost. „But I don’t wanna do that.. Instead I want to bite you. In my bed with you naked“


He was having a calm posture but he was far from calm. He didn’t want you to see his bad side. He went back to his „office“ and sat patiently waiting for you to show up. You entered a few minutes after and turned around to close the doors. Just as you were about to turn around he pressed you against the door, pressing his dick roughly against you. „I promised myself I won’t show you my bad, dangerous side.. but you won’t escape it now“


As he started biting his inner lip you knew it wasn’t good. Plus he’s been staring for a few minutes now with his famous i-will-fucking-kill-you look. „Sorry I have to go to oppa“ you said startling the guy. You came up to him and stood in front of him while he just sat and watched you angrily. He pulled your arm fiercely so you were on his level. „You don’t know how close I was to taking you to my office and spanking your bratty ass a million and one fucking time“


He gave the guy an obviously unamused look so he went away. He pulled you into his „office“. „You really have a terrible taste in men you know?“ you were unamused so you were your cocky self. „That’s right. That’s why I fell for your stupidass“ Instantly his posture changed and his eye colour got darker. „What did you just say to me?“ his breathing got low. „Better apologise now and I might go easy on you“ he grabbed your ass really hard making you cry out. „Suppose you like it rough. How lucky, me too“


You noticed his deadly look a bit too late. He got to him already and started punching him. „You know she’s mine you brat“ he yelled at him. You were shook but you had to calm him down. „Chen“ you said as you moved him away but with almost no success, he was so god damn strong. „Chen!“ you yelled while burying yourself into his chest to distract him. His breathing and death glares have gradually faded and he hugged you back, kissing your forehead.


He lost it the second the guy came up to you. „Aish you bastard“ he was walking furiously towards him. He was almost unstoppable. He punched him so many times the guys had to move him away as well as the other guy. You were angry at him but you had to calm him down now. You came up to him and touched his hands which were stained with a bit of blood. „I’m gonna lose my god damn mind because of you“ he said complaining. „Yah you’re the one who is guilty for this mess“ you said angrily. He came to you inches apart from you face. „One more time have a bratty attitude, you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week“


He was just glaring intensely. It became quite uncomfortable so you wanted to leave. „I will leave now. Talk to you later“ you nodded and left towards the angry leader. You weren’t the type to provoke people but Kris got quite on your nerves. Lately he has been so cold to you but now no one can approach you. „If you really cared about me so much you’d be nicer to me“ „Do you want me to show you how nice and good I can be?“ he said just a bit above the whisper with an amused, dark look.


He’d just stare and glare until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He came up to you and led you out on the fresh, cold air. „Tao it’s cold, I wanna go in“ you said trembling. „No. You’re not going amongst any guys. You’ll be only with me“ As he saw you trembling he opened his arms and unzipped his jacket. „Come here“ You hesitated but there was no such thing with Tao. He pulled you into a hug covering you with his jacket. „When I say come here I want you to listen to me. That goes for anything I say“

xx sorry for the long wait this turned out long af lol.. hope anon is satisfied, keep requesting; im writing all the other requests too dont worry ❤️  xx

I don’t want to fall in love. I don’t want to break my heart like fragile glass upon the words that they tell me. I don’t want to fall in love. But now there’s this ache that I can’t exactly explain because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you. I want to watch the color of your eyes change as the sky does, I want to watch them shift from that fantastic green to the glittering gold that lies just below them. I want to see you smile and make your stupid jokes that aren’t funny but always make me laugh, I want to see the red in your cheeks rise with emotion. I want to feel your hair that is like burnished gold personified. When I heard your voice when you were about to go to sleep I felt something dangerous because I know I wouldn’t exactly mind falling asleep next to you. When I look at you I feel something dangerous because I know that if we were to sit in front of the most beautiful sunset that man had ever seen, my eyes would still be on you. I want to know what makes you tick and what makes you smile, I want to know your favorite movie and if you prefer oceans to forests or vice versa. I want you to be happy. When you don’t seem happy like you always do, I feel something dangerous, because I want so dearly to give you something that’d make you so. And that’s the most dangerous thing of all. Because although I don’t want to fall in love, I want that something to be me.
—  a.p. (10.6.16) I don’t want to fall in love, I want to fall in love with you

James Potter didn’t “change for Lily.” He grew up, urged on by the fact that a war was coming and he was the kind of person who wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if he didn’t actively fight the evil forces gaining traction in his society. He matured because he was living in a world where innocent people were in danger for no sensible reason, and he realized that there were far more important things than seeking fleeting amusement and trying to look cool.

Don’t suggest that he pulled a 180 personality switch to get the girl he liked. He already knew his values, and he learned to prioritize them and use his leadership skills for better causes as he got older.

“I Can’t Lose You, Not Again” - Bellamy Blake (Smut)

A/N: WARNING THIS IS SMUT, so if you don’t want to read sexual writings then don’t.

You hated it here.
Not only because your ex -boyfriend Bellamy came down with the hundred, but because you were the only one - besides Clarke - who was aware of the danger outside the camp. You knew about grounders, and you have already seen what they were capable of.
Although everybody has seen what they had done to Jasper, nobody cared enough to defend the camp. They had build the stake-wall, but that was all. Clarke was trying to find a not-so-dangerous way to Mount Weather, where all the food was stored, and you were trying to come up with some weapons, while the rest of the camp was around the campfire.
You had a branch between your knees and a knife made from the dropship in your hands, while you sat on a stub away from everyone. Trying not to get too many cuts, you carved the end of the wood to a tip, making it more dangerous and easily to throw. You were too concentrated to recognize someone sitting down next to you.
“Why are you trying to depose me, Y/N?”, Bellamy asked, looking at you like always. It was pesky. Whenever you walked through the camp or did anything, his eyes would land on you, wondering what was going on in your mind. But Bellamy was definitely the last one to be entitled to know what you were up to. He broke up with you when you got arrested - for the dumbest reason ever - and didn’t care about you when being sent to earth. So, why was he now? Ah, yes, because he was afraid of losing the trust of the hundret, making him just a normal criminal and not the leader.
“Go away, Blake. I don’t have time for selfish idiots. I’m trying to save us.” You continued carving, not even shooting a glance at the boy you have loved so much. You have loved every single thing about him. The way he protected Octavia, how his hugs were the only ones to calm you down, how his lips would melt against yours and his weight would feel on yours. You couldn’t deny that you missed him. But you missed the old Bellamy, the one who would protect his little sister at all costs - not the one who laid back to watch others do whatever he wanted.
“Just tell me why. Do you hate me so much?”, he challenged my temper. He knew I could never hate him, that was my only weakness. No matter what he would do, there was always a part of me that just couldn’t abhor him.
Not answering his question, you looked at him, straight in the eye. “There are grounders out there. They have weapons and they are not afraid to use them. And you know that. So, please, tell my why aren’t you trying to defend our people?”, you burst out, almost scaring the man in front of you. He has seen you furios and he knew he was your cure, your rock and the helping hand you would reach out for.
You saw him thinking about calming you down. “Don’t even try, Blake. I’m done with you and if you’re not trying to save the people you love, I’m sorry.” You stood up, wanting to leave, when he was the one, who reached out for you. Not by grabbing your hand, not by pulling you back, but only by a soft whimper. You turned around and looked him over.
He has seen better times. His hair was flat against his forehead, not in those curls that he usually had. His eyes seem darker and his mouth was only a thin line. He looked different, but you did, too. Everybody has changed since you were sent down - and everbody has chosen their way.
“I’m sorry for leaving you, Y/N. I left, when you needed me the most and I know that you won’t believe me, but it wasn’t easy for me, too”, he whispered and wanted to grab your hand, but you made a step backwards.
“It wasn’t easy for you?”, you scolded, slightly bending forward. “I got arrested for something that you did and you broke up with me. Tell me, Blake, why the hell was it sosososososo hard for you.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest and raised an eyebrow. There was no way that he had suffered more than you.
He stood up and towered over you. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer. “I love you, Y/N. God, I always have. I had to break up with you, because I knew they would sent you to the ground. I thought I would never see you again”, he whimpered and his lips brushed yours. A tingly sensations spread throughout your body, ran through your veins and made you dizzy. You wanted him, just as much as you did when you had made love for the first time.
But this kiss was different. His lips were softer than you remembered, and you savoured the taste. Bellamy kissed you like a suffocating man longing for air, needy, passionate, ardent. Maybe he has suffered, but that is no excuse for hurting somebody you loved.
You pulled back, a sad look on his face. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He passed you and walked back to the campfire, leaving you alone with your messed up feelings for a man you once knew.
It was the first night you cried youself to sleep since the day he quit seeing you.

It was early in the morning, the sun hasn’t risen and the grass outside your tent was covered by morning dew. It has been two weeks since Bellamy and you talked and you felt miserable. Of course, you missed him, but you knew you couldn’t go back to someone who hurt you so much, just to make themself feel better. Bellamy has always been selfish, but he came down to protect his sister and that was something you loved about him. He might be selfish, but when it comes to his people, he didn’t go to great pains to protect them. But why was it so hard for him to understand that you wanted the same thing?
There was a dull noise outside your tent and you left your bed to check if the camp was in great danger. To your suprise, the only thing you saw was Bellamy, a rucksack on his back. He made his way to the hole in the stake-wall quietly, wanting to leave the camp.
As fast as you could, you got dressed and chased after him, not caring if you woke anyone. He was almost twenty feet in front of you and your legs hurt from yesterdays hunting trip.
“Where are you going?”, you asked, he immediately turned around to see who followed him, although he already knew. His face was pale and he looked extremly tired. There was no chance he could defend himself from the grounders.
“Go back, Y/N. It’s too dangerous out here”, he said and sighed. Instead, you made a few steps forward.
“Where are you going, Blake? Answer me”, you insisted, he laid his head back. The vein on his neck was prominent and you knew he was angry because you didn’t do what he wanted.
“I’m leaving. When the Ark comes - and I know they will - they will kill me for shooting Jaha. I can’t stay here, they’ll find me”, he answered and kicked the ground with his foot. He was right, they were going to chase him.
“Maybe Clarke has an idea-”, you started but he shook his head no. A single tear rolled down his cheek.
“There’s no other way, Y/N. And you know it.”
You didn’t want him to leave, not only because he was the leader of your people, but because you would miss him so badly. He left because it was safer for all of you, but it was much safer if he stayed. He just didn’t see it.
“You can’t go”, you cried, tears clouding your sight. Bellamy might be an idiot, but he was your idiot, he has always been. You wouldn’t let him leave without a fight, but he was much stronger and much more skilled than you, so you did the only thing that could really hurt him. Gambling with your life. “I’ll come with you.”
His face froze, not being able to show emotions, as you risked your own life, just to safe his. “No chance. You’re not coming with me. I love you too much, I can’t lose you. Not again”, he claimed and came towards you. “You will go back and live your life, Y/N. That is an order.” He knew how stubborn you were, and he hoped he could move you to going back, but he was wrong. Wronger than he has ever been about you.
“I can’t. I love you, Bellamy. I can’t let you go without me. I wouldn’t survive it”, you cried out, letting every feeling you had control you. You ran towards him and threw yourself into his arms. He catched you. “I love you, Bell. You have to stay here, please”, you whimpered, he pulled you even closer and placed his face in the crook of your neck.
“I love you, too, Y/N. I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he breathed and you felt his warm breath on your skin. You pulled back, only to smack your lips on his. That’s all you ever wanted - to be in the arms of the only man you will ever love.
“Let’s go back, okay?”, you asked, Bellamy nodded. He carried you back and to your suprise, everyone was still asleep. He took you to his tent and you didn’t question him. He needed you, and you needed him. You needed him in every way possible. So the first thing you did after closing the tent, was to rip his shirt off of his body. His muscles were more defined than you remembered. It was new, but you loved it.
“We don’t have to”, Bellamy rasped while nibbling on your neck. You didn’t answer, you shoved him onto his bed and sat down on his bulge, he moaned. Your hands splayed across his chest, and eventually took of your shirt and bra. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts as you fumbled with both of your pants. As soon as they were off of your legs, Bellamy pulled you onto the bed and positioned himself above you, his black curls falling onto your sweaty forehead. His elbows were next to your head and his lips ghosted along your jaw and bit your lip lightly, elicting a moan from you.
He sucked on your bottom lip, as his knees opened your legs. Your fingernails raked across the skin on his back, his muscles moving under your touch and goosebumps rising. His weight on yours felt amazing, and you could sense yourself drowning in pleasure.
Bellamy shoved a hand between your legs, stroking up and down your folds, collecting your juices on your fingers. He dipped two of his digits into you, and a loud moan escaped your mouth. “You have to be quiet, my love. They’ll hear you”, he breathed onto your neck, his lips latching onto the soft skin right under your ear.
“No more teasing. Please, Bell”, you whispered and his fingers immediately left their place, you whimpered due to the loss of contact.
“I love it when you moan my name. Better prepare to scream it”, he breathed and his lips grazed your ear, as he lined up with your entrance. He didn’t want to wait anymore, and so did you. You pulled him closer and felt him slowly filling you. Your back arched and his wet lips found your neck again, nibbling the skin while thrusting in and out of you slowly, finding a comfortable pace for the both of you.
You hooked your legs around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper, while digging your nails into his back, silent moans escaping your mouths and releasing all the sexual tension that has been between the both of you since you landed on the ground.
“I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that”, he moaned and tried kissing you, but failing due to the rhythm of his hips.
“I love you, too. Oh, Bell”, you howled, feeling your high approaching. His thrusts became faster, leaving the steady rhythm behind and finding a new pace. A loud growl from the depth of his throat escaped his mouth, and you knew he was close.
“I want you to scream my name when you come, okay?” He growled and you nodded. He moaned a mixture of curse words and your name, and hearing him brought you over the edge.
“Bellamy!”, you screamed, as both of you dissolve into pleasure and let the waves drown you in love. Your body was shaking due to explosions of pure bliss and Bellamy bit down on your neck, leaving a mark of today’s actions. His thrusts became sloppy and eventually stopped, he looked at you.
“Are you okay?”, he asked and you pulled his head closer to kiss him. His lips were covered in salty sweat, but you loved the taste and you knew, he loved yours.
He pulled out and laid down next to you, drawing you closer to his naked body. Everything was silent for a moment, but the beautiful silence disappeared when some of your people woke up, wondering where the noise had come from.
Bellamy and you giggled quietly, he snaked his toned arms around you. Your head was on his chest and his finger traveled across your back and he knew how much you loved it.
“I can’t tell you enough times how much I love you, Y/N”, he said and kissed your forehead. “The grounders can come and kill all of us, but I don’t care. I’ve got you - and you’re all I need.”
And that’s when you realized, being sent down to earth with Bellamy wasn’t so bad after all.

Being Bruce Wayne's daughter and dating Harley Quinn would include....

Originally posted by angiecarojas

  • you kept the relationship a secret from your dad..for obvious reasons
  • harley knew you were bruce wayne’s daughter but not that he was batman
  • it all started when harley tried to rob wayne manor and you’d stopped her
  • you weren’t a superhero but you dad had made sure you could defend yourself
  • harley was surprised an heiress such as yourself could defend themselves as well as you did
  • she thought you were extremely attractive and because you were attracted to how dangerous she was you two hit it off
  • you were a little scared of what your dad would do if he found out
  • you knew he wouldn’t care that harley was a girl…but that she was a criminal…one of his enemies too
  • you and harley often met at her place
  • lots of movie nights and lazy nights where you two would just stay in and make out….and have some crazy good sex
  • you thought you were good but harley had shown you a whole new world
  • you worried a lot about harley
  • you didn’t like that she was putting herself in such constant danger but you also knew you couldn’t expect her to stop being who she was for you
  • but after you talked to her she promised to maybe be a little more cautious 
  • when bruce finally finds out…because he was always going to find out he’s not as mad as you expected
  • but, as batman, does give harley a talking to and does make her swear she would never put you in harm’s way or hurt you
  • it’s not until you’ve  dated for a little over a year that she connects the dots and realizes your dad is batman
  • “oh my god i’m fuckin’ batsy’s daughter…that’s so hot”
  • when you’re away for she finds batman and teases him about it
  • bruce hates it but knows he can’t hurt her without getting an earful from you
  • harley spoils you as much as possible with kisses and hugs and great oral

Originally posted by hotgirlsbeinghot

Just a doodle imagining if Arthur was the one to patch up Merlin instead of the other way around :D Because you know Arthur would yell and bitch because he yells at Merlin enough about trying to stay out of trouble. And Merlin can’t yell back like he wants to about how much more danger Arthur was in - because that would involve a much more yelly conversation!

And Gaius? He gives them both the Eyebrow and leaves in an ‘I-told-you-so’ huff lol!

(More Merlin Art lives here)


“Jim, honey? Could you please bring me some tea?”

James Moriarty grunted as he closed his eyes for a mere second. First cookies, than ice-cream and now tea… He felt like a maid, running around the house to get you everything your heart desired for. And Moriarty was no maid, no. He was the world’s most dangerous criminal, his name made people cringe in fear and-


“Yes, honey. I’ll make you some tea.”

Two weeks ago you, his loving fiancée, had managed to break your leg somehow. Not because you were on a dangerous mission of sorts, but because you had fallen down the stairs. Jim always said your clumsiness would become your death one day, and he hadn’t been that far away from the truth. Now, you were bound to a few weeks of resting, causing you not to be able to do a lot. When Jim had ordered his entire staff to give you anything you wanted, especially since you could be grumpy now you were bound to weeks of not moving, you had declined and waved them away. Somehow, the only person you wanted to let take care of you was Jim himself, much to his staff’s amusement. But who was he to decline to wishes of his loved one?

But as Jim had finished the tea, he couldn’t help but notice how much you loved seeing him running around, getting the stuff you needed. And the satisfying smirk you wore on your face when he walked back into the room with a cup of hot tea in his hand, only confirmed his theory.

“Thank you, honey,” You smiled as you took over the cup of tea, slowly blowing away the steam before bringing it to your lips. You were lazily straddled out over the couch, your leg stretched in front of you as you were surrounded by pillows and blankets. From his position next to you, Jim couldn’t help but smile.

“Anything else you wish for, darling?”

“Hm…” You brought your free hand to your chin as you pretended to think deeply about another order you could think of. But in all honesty, you just loved to see your husband run around and getting stuff for you once. Not because you were a diva, oh no, but because it was fun to see the roles turned. Usually, it was Jim who ordered people around, except from you. It was fun to see the roles turned.

“Actually,” You said eventually, putting the cup of tea down on the small table next to you, “I only want to cuddle.”

With a small smirk, you patted down on the cough next to you. Jim let out a relieved sight as he softly sat down, being careful not to tough your leg, happy you didn’t give him another order which included walking. You immediately curled up next to him, your arms wrapped around him as you laid your head on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat and closed your eyes as you relaxed. Jim wrapped his arm around you, his other hand playing with a strand of your hair. You let out a sight of content as a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. As you did so, Jim looked down at your form, smiling slightly. It was a wonder how much someone could love another person, especially in his case. But you had stolen his heart from the moment that he had seen you, and his love for you hadn’t faltered a bit all those years.

After a few minutes, your mumbling voice woke him up from his thoughts.

“Hey, Jim?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Can you carry me to the toilet, I have to pee.”

With a sight, Jim started to get up once again, before carefully leaning down and picking you up in bridal style, not missing the may your eyes shone in amusement as he did so.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

The Mad King

The king of a distant country had long been suspected of madness. Now, in old age, the truth was clear: the king was irredeemably mad.

No-one knew what he would do next, or on whom his temper would  fall. But he was still King: and no-one – not his beautiful, unhappy wife, or his many children, his lackeys or his courtesans - could control his urges. All they could do was placate him; praise him, pretend he was sane, while his advisors quietly tried to save the country from ruin.

Even so, he was very dangerous. Because he was King, his servants were forced to obey his every command, even commands that might lead to war, or famine, or disaster. And they all pretended to agree with whatever his madness led him to do.

From his golden tower, hedged about by sycophants, the mad King would watch the world below, and fancy himself as one of the gods, all-powerful and immortal.

Sometimes, he would spend whole days simply gazing at his hands.

“How huge they are!” he would say to himself. “So huge that they cover the face of the Earth!” (In fact, his hands were very small; they simply looked huge because the King was holding them so near to his face.) Nevertheless, the courtiers and sycophants all agreed that the King’s hands were the largest, most impressive hands that any man had ever seen.

One day, the King’s beautiful, but unhappy wife brought him a splendid parrot. She hoped that the bird might entertain the King, and keep his incessant anger at bay.But when the King saw that the parrot could fly, while he, the King, could not, his rage was fearsome to behold.

“I should be able to fly,” he announced to his cowering courtiers. “Am I not the King? Do I not hold the whole world in the palm of my giant hand?”

His courtiers timidly agreed that the King’s hands were indeed huge, and that he should be able to do whatever he wanted to.

His beautiful, unhappy wife agreed that the King’s enormous hands should be more than sufficient to allow him to take to the air like a bird. Everyone watched as, climbing onto the parapet of his golden tower, the mad King released the parrot.

The parrot took to the air, and flew out from the top of the tower to vanish into the distance.Then the mad King followed suit, flapping his hands and squawking. The King’s courtiers and his beautiful wife watched as he fell through the sunlit air and hit the cobbles far below.

“What a terrible tragedy,” said the Queen. “But who could have guessed that his Majesty could be so mistaken?”

The mad king was given a state funeral, as well as a fine marble monument that showed him with hands as big as barn doors.

But no-one really mourned him.


Hc that Kyoya sleeps a flipping ton. Like, when he’s not doing something, he’s usually drifting off. Because he’s a lion. And lions sleep. It helps keep Benkei on his toes because sometimes Kyoya unintentionally falling asleep leads to difficult situations.

I think I’m gonna buy myself a very tiny portable walk-in greenhouse so I can start growing some of the favorite plants of mine that I can’t find naturally occurring - namely things like Wolfsbane, Belladonna, maybe even Wormwood or something, etc.

Stuff that I otherwise couldn’t grow because I felt they were too dangerous to be around my dogs unprotected.

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This is more of a fuck management but at the place I worked over the summer, the ac broke about two weeks into the summer. I think they fixed it, but then it caught. On. Fire. We didn't have ac for the rest of the summer, and it would get up to 100 degrees in there. When things were slow I literally stayed in the walk in fridge so I didn't die of heat stroke. I knew management didn't give a shit about their employees, but they literally put us in danger because they were too cheap to fix the ac