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Will you drink with me, do you smoke weed?
Don’t be ashamed it aint no thing cos I still blow trees
I quit the drinking cos I wanna get high with you
This was meant to be cos I’m feeling super fly with you

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write


A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.


did you hear that? That was the sound of my heart breaking from miles away. You may not know me, but just know that I am now forever broken and vengeful.

Addressing a Dragon

         There is cause for some concern with regards to the proper method of addressing a dragon. After all, giving offense may mean becoming lunch.

         These instructions are still useful even regarding a dragon in human form. Though in those cases offending the dragon in question will likely have far less lethal consequences, they still tend to wield a great deal of power, and offending them is a mistake.

         Respect is paramount. As long you remember that you may well stay off the menu, but there are other details which will give the best results.

Approach with caution. Offer a greeting and wait to be addressed.

         If you are approached, do not run. If a dragon means you harm, running won’t help. If they do not, running tends to incline most predators to chase, and may annoy one who only intended to talk.

Under no circumstances is it acceptable to enter a dragon’s lair, or to go deeper into more isolated chambers thereof (such as a bedroom), without an invitation. You may call out and wait for a response. If none is forthcoming you may choose to wait, or simply come back another time.

         Offerings help. You can’t go wrong with good food, gold, or gemstones, but some dragons have more specific tastes. Some even appreciate such things as music and poetry. Bringing a gift is a quick way to get in a dragon’s good graces.

         Generally speaking, dragons appreciate formality, particularly when interacting with a stranger. We expect to be treated as one would a powerful dignitary.

         If a dragon chooses to call you friend, you may find them becoming less formal over time, and it is appropriate to do the same.

         Flattery will get you everywhere. Compliments which sound insincere or placating are worse than an insult, but genuine compliments, no matter how over the top, will win a great deal of favor. Just don’t sound like you don’t take it seriously.

         Never be rude, and never challenge a dragon, whether physically or verbally. You will lose one way or another.

         If all else fails, many dragons enjoy games that require cleverness, and are likely to accept such challenges. Which if nothing else gives you time to talk and curry favor. We tend to enjoy gambling too. We like winning, so take that under advisement. Most of us don’t mind cheating either.

         Follow these recommendations and you may just stay in one piece, but I offer no guarantees.

         Good luck.

Anything to Protect You

This gif was sent in by @td122609 for my 1K Follower Celebration; thanks Sweetie!  And I’m sorry in advance, y’all…angst ahead (cheating warning).

“What were you thinking?”

You didn’t bother looking behind you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle looking Sam in the eyes right now.  He was too mad, too upset with you.  And what hurt the most was that you knew he had every right to be.  And that there was nothing you could do to fix it.  This was how it had to be.

“I asked you what you were thinking?” he said, louder this time as he walked closer.  He reached out and gripped your upper arm tightly, before spinning you around. “Look at me!  The least you could do is look me in the eye and tell me the truth!”

“I can’t, Sam.” You whispered.  

“Why?  I deserve to know that much.”

“Because it was the only way I could think of to get you to let me go,” you answered quietly, truthfully.  

He huffed.  “Well, if that was your plan, it worked beautifully.  Because I want you out of here, today.  There are some boxes in the garage if you need one for your stuff.” Letting go of you, he turned around and walked back to the door.  He paused once more, his whole body tense and tears in his eyes.  “I loved you.  I would have done anything in the world for you.  And you threw it all away for a roll in the hay with a stranger.  I hope it was worth it.”

He left, the slamming of the door in his wake breaking the last of your composure.  You fell to your knees in tears, struggling to keep your sobs from being heard outside your door.  Not that it would matter now.  You’d been 100% sure that Sam would catch you cheating on him before you’d done it, because you knew that was one thing he couldn’t tolerate.  Pulling out your phone, you went to your recent calls and hit the call back button.

“Y/N, what a nice surprise.  What do you have to tell me?”

“It’s done.” You said, trying not to let your voice waver.  You didn’t want to let him know what this was doing to you.  “I did what you asked, now it’s your turn to keep your promise.”

“All right.  Consider it done.”

“And they’ll be safe?  You swear that no harm will come to Sam or Dean?  You’ll call off everything immediately?” you pressed.

“I’m offended that you think I’d renege on our agreement.  You promised to break it off with your boy toy, and I promised to call off the hit I’d placed on both him and Dean.” The voice in your ear made you cringe.  “My sources tell me that the youngest is brokenhearted over his lover’s betrayal, which is just what I needed.  Sam and Dean off their game will allow me to make some much-needed arrangements without having to look over my shoulder.  I can’t vouch for any other big bad out there, but the Winchesters and their little angel pet are off my hit list.  Breaking both of you is just the icing on the cake.”

“They didn’t deserve this!  You’re a sick, twisted bastard, and I hope you rot in hell.” You whispered vehemently.

“Oh, Y/N…. I’m practically already there.” He laughed.


The Divinity of Donald Trump: The Daily Show

“So, what’s worse: Hillary allowing Bill to cheat on her…or Donald Trump himself cheating on his wives?”

What follows is absolutely classic. He had no answer and knew he didn’t.  

{PART 1} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary//Request: You know that Jaebum is cheating on you - so you follow him to a bar where you catch him in the act.

A/N: This is the first part to a new series that I’ve planned! A lovely anon sent in the idea, and I thought about it long and hard and decided to make it into a series because I literally couldn’t even write about everything in just one or two scenarios. I hope you guys will enjoy it.

This scenario contains mentions of cheating and road/car accidents.

{Part 1} {Part 2}

Rage. Hurt. Betrayal. Emptiness.

Those were the four emotions that coursed through your veins each day that you saw Jaebum leave and go to see the woman he had been seeing behind your back for the past 2 months. You had found out almost immediately as you knew Jaebum from the inside out – you knew him better than he knew himself. Everything about him, right down to his tiny little habits that you always found adorable were off since he began cheating on you.

You often asked yourself “Why?” Why didn’t you confront him about it as soon as you saw her text asking him to meet her at a hotel? Why didn’t you bring it up in conversation when he asked you about your day during the dinner that you stood and cooked for him? Why didn’t you let it slip past your lips when he came home after practice and made hot, sweaty love to you in between your moans? You didn’t have a complete answer for that thus far. Maybe, a part of you wanted to think that his act of betrayal was just a fling – that it would end just as fast as it began; but here you were, standing outside a bar that Jaebum often frequented with his bit on the side, 2 months down the line – more furious than ever.

As you stood peering through the dark, dank windows – you felt yourself balling your fists up as you saw his hand trace its way up her sleek, smooth leg while she draped herself around him, smiling and giggling girlishly into the crook of his neck while he donned the shirt you bought for him last Christmas. You almost cackled in the form of spitting venom when his hand sneaked between her thighs, cupping her warm core as she bit her lip at his cheeky, daring action in public. You could practically feel the rage consume you from the inside out as you felt the feet of flames rise from the back of your neck and dance across your shoulder blades. You didn’t know if you were about to burst out in tears or projectile vomit at the sight of your boyfriends infidelity, but you stood there and stared at him doing it nonetheless. You wanted to run in there and rip him a new asshole, throw his cheap whiskey all around him and tell him that everything between the both of you was over, but you couldn’t for the life of you. Why? Because despite how he had been treating you, despite all the lies and all the hurt he had bestowed upon you with his cheating, you still held on to the fact that a few months ago – your relationship was something out of one of your day dreams, and you couldn’t help but ask yourself “When did it all go wrong?”

You felt tears begin to stream down your face as you turned on your heel and went to run across the road back to your car so you could drive all night to no place in particular until every ounce of gas was gone from your tank. You blinked, feeling the salty water from your eyes sting you and blur your vision as you dry heaved in an attempt to silence your crying. All you could hear was the ringing in your ears from your hypersensitive emotions – but this meant that you also couldn’t hear the car that was now 5 feet away from you laying on the horn and screeching at 50mph. You stopped, knowing that it was too late and being caught like a complete deer in headlights, just watching as the car skidded right in your direction. It was just like it was in the movies; your whole life flashed before your eyes – and funnily enough, most of them were the memories you held so close to your heart that happened between you and Jaebum and the rest of GOT7. You couldn’t have been sure, but as as the car came in full contact with you and sent you rolling over the windshield and hurtling over the top of the car before landing with a raging thud on the ground, your body as lifeless as a dead corpse – for a moment, you were sure that you smiled.

Let me know what you guys think of part 1! Leave me some asks telling me your thoughts, I’d love to know them! - Sara

Staying in a relationship where I know I’m the only faithful one is so detrimental. Little by little each new girl or unsaved phone number tears me apart a little more. I’m not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not loving enough. Not enough. It makes me strive to be more when I should be walking the fuck away. I justify it by telling myself, he always comes back to me. At the end of the day he still settles for me because I won’t go anywhere. So he must love me right? Wrong. He doesn’t love me. He probably never has. People that can’t stay committed to the one person they claim to love probably have no idea what real love is. But god dammit I love the way he laughs and the way he gets so excited about little things like tai food or tv shows. I love the way he calls me baby in the morning when we’re both still half asleep. I love the way I can always tell what he’s thinking just by the look on his face. I love the way he sleeps next to me, back to back with even our feet touching. I love every beautiful lie that falls through his lips. Because even though I know he doesn’t really love me, even though he often tears me apart more often than holds me together; he makes me feel something. He’s one of the only people that’s stuck around for so long that I’ll do anything to keep him. Maybe that’s what an abusive relationship is. Loving someone regardless of everything they do wrong to you. Or maybe I’m just to pathetic to be alone.
—  Late night thoughts on why I hate myself.