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anonymous asked:

So I was just writing something about Radcliffe and I accidently typed Fadcliffe and now I can't stop laughing rip me

radcliffe hops on a band wagon - fadcliffe

radcliffe adopts some kids - dadcliffe

radcliffe does something evil - badcliffe

radcliffe doesn’t get what he wants - sadcliffe

radcliffe is angry with someone - madcliffe

radcliffe was once a young boy - ladcliffe 

moving on ➳ brett talbot

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

request? no

    summary: After getting your heartbroken by your ex, Liam, two months ago. You’re still trying to move on.

pairing(s): brett talbot x fem!reader

warning(s): heartbroken!reader, cute!brett

a/n: another reuploaded imagine, hope y’all enjoy though!

I huffed, glaring daggers at the smiling couple down the hall from me. My glare changed to a small whimper after Liam kissed Hayden. I turned away from the sight, and went back to gathering my books from my locker. I jumped in surprise when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to be my best friend, Lydia Martin.

“Y/N,” Lydia sent me a sad smile, “It’s been two months, doll.”

“I know,” I snapped at her, “You think I want to feel like this? You think I like waking up, and feeling like I’m never good enough? You think I like still being stuck on his dumb-ass? I don’t, Lydia, and I’m sorry if me being heartbroken is kinda an inconvenience for you.”

A look of hurt flashed across her face, and I sighed, feeling guilty. I know Lydia didn’t mean harm, but I really couldn’t help it. I felt eyes on my back, and I peeked over my shoulder to realize it was the pack. After the breakup between Liam and me, I stopped talking to the pack. It was really awkward whenever I was around, along with Liam and Hayden so I choose to exclude myself from the little group. I only talked to Lydia now, as she’s been my best friend since we were 5, and we live right next to each other.

“I’m sorry, Lydia,” I told the strawberry blonde gently, “I know you don’t mean harm, but it’s hard.”

“I had no right to say that,” She replied, “I know what you’re going through, I mean I went through it when Jackson left. I’m really sorry, Y/N. Best Friends?”

“Best friends,” I laughed, hooking my pinky with hers. I closed my locker, and we began making our way to our first class.

“Soo, are you ready for the Devenford Prep vs Beacon Hills game tonight?” asked Lydia, with a sly smirk.

“I am,” I chuckled, “It should be an interesting game.”

“Mhmm, what about seeing your loverboy?” She teased me, and I rolled my eyes but a blush crept upon my cheeks.

“You know how I feel, but Brett is just a friend,” I told the smirking strawberry-blonde as we found our seats. She sat in front of me as usual. She just sent me a smirk before class began.

“Y/N!” I heard Lydia call my name, as I made my way over to the lacrosse field, where Devenford Prep players were practicing.

“Hey, Lyds,” I greeted my best friend, taking the empty seat next to her. I bit the urge to roll my eyes as the pack sat behind us, “Don’t start.”

“What?” She asked in ‘fake shock’, and I gave her a look, “All I was going to say was you were looking quite cozy with Mr. Talbot.”

“He’s a friend, Lydia,” I huffed, shaking my head at her bright grin. I turned my attention back to the field, where Brett was now looking straight over at us, shirtless and with his lacrosse stick on his shoulders, behind his head.


“Doesn’t seem like it,” She hummed, “Ooh, he’s making his way over here.”

“Hey Y/N,” The green-eyed boy said, with a smirk on his face, “Lydia.”

“Hey, Brett. You ready for the game tonight?” I smiled, at the handsome boy in front of me.

“Of course I am. You’re coming right? I need my cheerleader,” He winked at me, as Lydia let out a little squeal that I barely heard, “How about a date afterwards also?

“TALBOT!” Bretts’ coached screamed at him, “GET BACK TO PRACTICE. YOU CAN TALK TO YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND LATER!”

Brett left, giving me a wink and I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks, and the huge smile that broke out on my face.

“Sure you guys are just friends?” Lydia teased, raising an eyebrow. I bit my lip, looking back and forth between her and Brett. I knew that the best way to get over Liam, would to try and forget him.

“HEY, BRETT!” I yelled to the blonde haired boy, who stopped and faced me with a raised eyebrow, “HOW ABOUT THIS, YOU WIN TONIGHT AND I’LL LET YOU TAKE ME ON THAT DATE.”

“YOU’RE ON!” He screamed back, before jogging back to the rest of his teammates.

“I hope we aren’t,” I answered Lydias’ question from earlier. I laughed as Lydia threw her arms around me.

“I’m so happy for you, doll,” She told me quietly, and I sent her a smile.

“I feel happy,” I bit my lip as I looked out on the field.

“Well, let’s go get you ready,” giggled Lydia, pulling me to my feet, and dragging me off to her car. With her dragging me, I ended up tripping on my own feet and fell to my butt, blushing when I realized Brett was staring with a goofy smile.

“Isn’t this too much?” I asked Lydia as she applied another layer of Power Driven (Dark Red) on my lips.

“Never,” She smiled, finally closing the lipstick and stepping back.

I was dressed in a casual black dress, with stockings underneath and my black ankle boots, topped with a crimson red cardigan. My hair was put away in a messy braided bun, and I had a smokey eye look.

“Let’s go,” I chuckled, and yet again I was dragged to her car

/ Lacrosse Field /

Arriving at the field, we quickly took our seats. The game started no later than 5 minutes after.

Brett quickly took possession of the ball, and scored a shot. I bit my lip, as Lydia nudged me with a huge smile on her face.

“Is it bad that I want them to win?” I asked Lydia as Brett scored another shot. He sent me a wink as soon as I met his gaze.

“No,” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it with a warm smile, “you’re finally allowing yourself to move on.“

/ After Game /

Devenford Prep won the game with 10-8. I decided to wait around so Brett could shower or whatever, and Lydia was with me as the pack stumbled over. When I seen Liam with his arm around Hayden, I strangely didn’t feel any hostility like usual. Jackson wrapped an arm around Lydia, kissing her forehead. I smiled at the PDA, they were adorable.

“I think you owe someone a date, Y/N,” Lydia sang teasingly, motioning her head to behind me, where Brett stood. He was cleaned up, and rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.

“You are right,” I gave her a quick hug, before making my way over to Brett, “Congratulations, Brett.”

“Thanks,” He continued rubbing the back of his head, “So, about that date..”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, catching a surprised look spread across his face, “What? Did you think I was lying about the date?”

“No - no. Let’s go,” Brett held out his hand, and I gladly took it, lacing my fingers with his.

anonymous asked:

I was hoping I could hear your thoughts on the racism that Ward himself has personally displayed. I've seen his misogyny discussed by a lot of people, but I don't think I have seen anyone talking about his abuse of people of colour (his sexual abuse of Skye, May, and Kara, his complicity in the torture and dehumanization of Mike Peterson).

HELL yes, anon! yeah let’s absolutely talk about this because it’s important. ward? he’s a fucking racist. surprise! i mean, no, obviously it’s not a surprise. it’s not a surprise at all. and don’t let any apologists tell you otherwise. because ward? i fully believe this dude is a white supremacist.

first and foremost, hydra. i’ve already discussed why it’s not relevant that ward was never a “true believer.” it’s irrelevant. the dude’s hydra. no, not now more than ever. he’s been hydra. he just took a break to murder his family and take advantage of a vulnerable woman. “oh he’s just using hydra for his own gain!” how convenient! that sounds an awful lot like… he’s hydra! this argument hinges on the fact that hydra, well, they’re basically neo-nazis. because they are. they weren’t. in the 40s they were just plain nazis.

let’s talk about not being a “twoo believer.” right? because he wasn’t! and that’s fine (still hydra, though). while he was “using hydra for his own gain,” he was also using hydra for john garrett’s own gain. garrett? yep! also hydra. so… super hydra. as we all remember, garrett was “the clairvoyant.” garrett was sad that shield was shield and left him injured in the field so the dude was like, centipede project? i’m all about this! who are the lovely centipede “recruits” that we know? akela amador, mike peterson, and chan ho yin. ALL PEOPLE OF COLOR. ward was COMPLICIT in this. ward knew the WHOLE TIME what they were doing to akela, mike, and chan ho yin. the episode the bridge? ward knew the WHOLE TIME mike was being controlled by garrett. he literally had to pretend he was shocked! garrett literally controlled mike and akela’s lives until they had the backscatter implant removed. he literally took their agency from them. and ward knew the whole time. the fact that this was backed by hydra, the nazis? means garrett and ward are racist shitstains. even after chan ho yin was killed and akela amador was freed, ward continually called mike a “thing” or a “robot,” which is really fucking rich coming from him. ward was down for this. he was a part of making mike deathlok. he’s disgusting and has no right.

as far as the women go, nonwhite women often experience misogyny that is also tied into racism. we’ll call it racialized misogyny because that’s what it is. has ward ever been like, “oh skye should be sexually submissive because she’s asian” or “i have yellow fever” or “i love fiery latinxs”? nah. but he doesn’t have to. consider how he completely disregards not just human life, but especially lives of people of color. it’s not exactly a leap to assume that ward forcefully tried to control three women of color sexually. it’s not a leap to believe that it’s because he truly believes himself to be such a hot shit alpha white dude, especially considering brett dalton himself has whined that may’s line about ward never being on top was “the most emasculating thing [he’s] ever heard.” which… i just ate popcorn for lunch and i may hork it back up. like, the context? it’s beyond fucked up. it doesn’t even need unpacking. it’s pretty cut and dry. not to mention that dalton truly believes that his character did these women a favor by making them “stronger” through abusing them.

tl;dr: yep! ward is a white supremacist. he completely disregards the lives of people of color, was complicit in the agency stripping of akela amador and mike peterson, didn’t give a fuck about chan ho yin, and believes he’s the white man every woman needs.

Stars // Ch 11

EVEN IF YOU DON’T READ STARS YOU SHOULD READ THIS BECAUSE I GOT HELLA FEELS JUST FROM WRITING THIS.

START HERE: CH 1

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Somehow Beacon Hills had won the scrimmage, which they hadn’t done in a long time. It probably had to do with the impressive amount of goals Liam made. He was so aggressive during the game, I was shocked he didn’t wolf out. Lydia and I left before the game officially ended so we could beat everyone to her lake house. We set up the party quickly and got set everything squared away.

I sat on the couch, picking music from a huge playlist. Eventually the house was full of Beacon Hills and Devenford kids. Some guy in my English class came by and whispered something in my ear. I nodded my head vigorously and followed him outside. I eagerly took a joint from someone standing in the circle and inhaled deeply. I passed it around a few times, taking several hits until I felt nice. I walked back inside to my spot to find Brett sitting where I was before.

“That’s my seat,” I said. Brett just raised an eyebrow at me and patted his legs. I sat down on his lap and made myself comfortable. We talked for a while until I saw Liam walking over to us.

“Oh shit,” I whispered turned towards Brett. “Brace yourself.” I joked. Brett chuckled in my ear.

I felt Liam tug me away from Brett. I stumbled after him. Taking a last look over my shoulder at Brett, I sent him an apologetic smile. He shrugged at me and turned to talk to the person next to me.

“Heeeyyy, I was having fun you jerk.” I protested. Liam just pulled me over to the wall. I leaned against it and braced my leg up on it so I didn’t fall over. Liam put a hand on the wall by my head and leaned towards me so that we could hear each other over the loud music.

”Are you okay?” Liam asked. He looked so cute when he was worried about me.

“Yeah I’m good.” I said. “I’m great.” I giggled. I took the baseball hat off of Liam’s head and put it on my own backwards. “Now your hair’s all messed up.” I said and busied myself with fixing Liam’s hair until it looked like it did normally. His cheeks were slightly flushed as I finished working on his hair. “Now you look perfect again.” I said happily. Liam moved closer to me and inhaled, as if he was smelling me.

“You reek of weed.” Liam accused me. I shrugged at him.

“Well duh,” I said and poked his nose. “You catch on quickly.”

“Are you high Kennedy?” He asked. I nodded and put my hands on his cheeks and moved his head side to side.

“Bingo kid. You hit the jackpot.” I laughed at his expression. I couldn’t tell if he looked upset or angry.

“Why would you do something so stupid?” Liam asked. He removed my hands from his face, but he didn’t drop them.

“Cause Liam,” I dragged his name out so it was a few syllables. “My dad died and it’s my fault, there’s some guy running around ripping out people’s hearts, and to top it all off, I have some weird powers I don’t know about.” I explained. I swung Liam’s and my hands back and forth as I spoke.

“I’m sorry Kennedy. You know you can always talk to me about anything right?” He asked. I nodded again. He was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. “Alright, let’s get you all sorted out now.” He said. He gently tugged my hand, so I would follow him. I stumbled a little when I walked. My sight wasn’t completely straight since I was high. Liam moved from holding my hand to holding me around the waist. I smiled at him as he led me into the kitchen.

He cleared off a space on the kitchen counter for me and lifted me so I was sitting on it.

“Please don’t fall off.” He said. I made a show of placing my hands on the counter and holding the counter tightly; Liam laughed at me. “Are you hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I could eat 20 pizzas right now.” I said. Liam laughed at me again.

“I’ll find you some food okay?” Liam looked through the fridge for something. He grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me. “You need to drink this whole thing okay?” I twisted off the cap and took a sip.

“Wow, your eyes are so bloodshot.” Liam said and looked into my eyes. His face was pretty close to mine now. I could lean forward and kiss him right now if I wanted too.

“That happens when you’re high Dunbar.” I said. He rolled his eyes and turned away. He shuffled through the cabinets before finding a box of mac n cheese. “This okay?” I smiled and took another sip of water.

“So how was your first week at Beacon Hills?” Liam asked as we waited for the water in a pot on the stove to boil.

“It’s okay. It’s weird to have so many classes with the older guys. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re super smart like me.” I said and tapped on my temple.

“And you’re so humble too.” Liam teased me. I stuck my tongue out at Liam.

“It’s weird too. At my old school, everyone loved football and wrestling. Here, all everyone cares about is lacrosse.” I said. Liam smiled brightly and took a break from the conversation to pour the noodles into the now boiling water.’

“Lacrosse is a great sport.” Liam said. It was my turn to roll my eyes now.

“You’re a lil’ biased.” I said. “But you’re a really good player.”

“Thanks Kennedy.” Liam said, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Why do you always call me that?” I asked. “Almost everyone calls me a nickname but you.”

“I don’t know. I feel like I don’t know you well enough to call you a nickname.” Liam explained himself.

“What are you talking about?” He made no sense to me. “We have classes together, and we see each other every day at lunch.”

“Yeah but we talk about pack stuff or school. We never really talk about each other.” He explained

“Well, we’ll have to fix that sometime won’t we?” I said and winked. High Kennedy was more confident than Sober Kennedy. Again Liam blushed.

After he finished making the mac n cheese, he handed me a bowl and waited with me until I finished it. During our time in the kitchen, partygoers had come and gone, passing through to get drinks or food. Now the party was winding down and only a couple dozen people were left. I drank the rest of my water. As Liam was putting my dishes away, I let out a yawn.

“Are you tired?” Liam asked. I nodded. All of a sudden I was exhausted. “Alright, let’s find you a bed to sleep in.”

I followed Liam out of the kitchen and through the hall. We reached a staircase. “Oh no. I can’t do this by myself.” I said. I didn’t trust my feet enough to work properly when I was high.

“Alright, come here.” Liam grabbed my hand in his for the second time that night. He led me slowly up the stairs, making sure my feet were hitting the stairs properly. We got to a room at the end of the hallway upstairs with an L on it. I assumed this was Lydia’s room.

I went over to the bed and immediately flopped down on it. I sighed contently, finally on a soft surface where I could sleep off this high.

“Kennedy you need to take off your shoes.” Liam sighed. I shook my head stubbornly.

“You do it.” I commanded like a stubborn three year old child. Liam sighed again and moved towards me. He knelt down and untied my boots. He slipped them off gently. As he did this, I sat up and peeled off my jacket. I threw it on the floor and fixed my tank top so it was straighter on my torso. Liam was looking at me, his expression unreadable. I took off the hat on my head but left it by my side. For some strange reason, I wanted to keep it. I could wear it to lacrosse games or something. Yeah, that’s the reason why I wanted to keep it. Just that.

“Okay, Kennedy, bedtime for you.” Liam stood up and turned to leave.

“Wait,” I said and grabbed his hand. “Stay with me until I fall asleep. What if I have another dream?” I asked. Liam debated it for a few seconds before sitting on the bed next to where I was laying.

“Fine, but only until you fall asleep.” Liam looked slightly uncomfortable sitting next to me so I snuggled up to his side. “What are you doing?” He asked. I ignored his question.

“I meant what I said earlier Liam.” I said, pausing to yawn. “We are gonna hang out until you have a nickname for me.” I finished.

“Whatever you say Kennedy.” Liam placated me. I gently poked his side. He looked down at me so I sent him a sleepy grin.

“I’m serious Dunbar; we are gonna be best buds.” I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep. I heard Liam say something in response, but I couldn’t hear. I wish I had werewolf hearing at times like these.

NEXT PART: CH 12

A/N: IMPORTANT: I posted this as an imagine for a celeb on a different account and I got some shit for it. So, I would like to say this: everyone reacts differently to being high. This chapter was based entirely on one of my own personal experiences so there is no need to send me hate saying that I shouldn’t write about things I don’t know about. Okay, so now that that’s over, send me some cute messages or something. They make my day 10x better :)