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7th House - place of your open enemies

7th House in astrology is known as a house of relationships. Mostly, it is focused with our romantic partnerships and people we tend to be attracted to but 7th House provides as with knowledge not only related to our future spouses. It is important to remember that 7th also represents our “open” enemies (opposite to the 12th house which is about those “hidden”).  7th House shows you relationships of all kinds. The negative ones too.

Aries descendant
- your enemies are loud but daring. They may be people who are considered some kind of authority in the community. They will make you their scapegoat and will blame you for everything that goes wrong in their lives. Immature and agressive, always ready to attack whether with words or fists. They hate to lose so they will do EVERYTHING what it takes to not let it happen. Their downfall is their impulsivity.

Taurus descendant - your enemies are hedonistic but patient. They tend to put too much emphasis on material things, especially money. They will question your values. Lazy. Never admit if they are wrong because according to them they never are. They do not know how to really change themselves so they will try to convince you that there is no need for it. Their downfall is their stubborness. 

Gemini descendant - your enemies are nervous but smart. They will always twists your words. They will try to make you angry and make you look like a madman. Shallow. They will question your knowledge and education. They can also make fun of you ideas and the way you talk. They spend too much time focusing on other people lives. Their downfall is their inner restlessness.

Cancer descendant - your enemies are childish but intuitive. They will see the change in your behaviour and try to find out what caused it. They will hide it behind “concerned” facade. They will pretend that they care so you could feel you can trust them but it is all just to feed their own emotional needs. Their downfall is their selfishness

Leo descendant - your enemies are prideful but bright. They know how to shine. They know how to make people like them. They are too stubborn to admit that they might do something wrong. They will always try to make you look like you are less than them. Less entertaining, less generous, less needed… It all will be projection of their own deep rooted insecurities. Their downfall is their need for validation

Virgo descendant - your enemies are anxious but cautious. They know how to hold an image of a “good girl/boy”. They are great and planning and will make sure everything will turn out their way. Deep down they are messy and unhappy but they do not know how to ask for help because they take pride in being self-sufficent. Their downfall is their own self- righteousness

Libra descendant - your enemies are indirect but charming. They are popular and very likeable. They are smart and they have no problem in ruining someone’s reputation. They always need a group of adoration beside them so they would not feel lonely because they have no idea how to face themselves alone. They cannot live without your attention. They may try to befriend your friends. They always talk about peace but at the same time loves to create drama and play a judge. Their downfall is their ignorance of oneself.

Scorpio descendant - your enemies are moody but magnetic. They can be very sexy and make people fall for their mysterious aura. They will accuse you of being shallow and materialistic. They will will observe you and wait for a right moment to strike. It is, because they always think you are out there to get them. Ruthless and easily angered, they will feel relieved if something bad happen to you. Deeply down they know they are cruel but are too scared to stop because they do not want other to see their vulnerable side. Their downfall is their own paranoia.

Sagittarius descendant - your enemies are preachy but confident. Friendly and optimistic, they easily make people like them. They are insensitive and have no problem in calling you out in front of everyone. They always think that their ideas are the best and that they hold the key to some higher kind of knowledge. Blunt and loud, they are most likely to tell you right in your face that they hate you. They will make fun of your beliefs and education, making you feel like an idiot. Their downfall is their arrogance

Capricorn descendant - you enemies are cold but hard-working. They are  calculative and they will think thourughly how to strike before they decide to do that. They will belittle your emotions and will make you feel like you are weak for having them. They are ambitious so they will always strive to be better than you and they will not stop until they show they are. They will not waste too much of their time to talk with you but they will rather focus on showing you results of their work so you could see with your own eyes that they are everything you cannot be. They will have no problem with destroying your reputation. Their downfall is their ruthlessness.

Aquarius descendant - your enemies are obstinate but original. They have unique minds and ideas, they are sociable and friendly - they can easily make friends with everyone they want. They will question your originality. They will act like they are the only one capable of doing something different and brilliant They will make you feel like you are too stupid and too boring conformist, barely a mere ship in the system. They themselves are not, of course. Their downfall is their god-complex.

Pisces descendant - your enemies are annoying but creative. Kind and friendly, they have an extraordinary ability to make people feel sorry for them in every situation. Delusional, they refuse to see things for how they are. Manipulative, hot and cold, can be more aggresive than people think. They never learn from their mistakes and they are unable of taking responsibility for their own life but will always ask you for an advice (which they will not take). They will call you insensitive and harsh. Needy. Chaotic. Their downfall is their moodiness.

Imagine... Carl Gallagher #2

Request: Can you do one where the reader is V’s cousin and is baby sitting the twins and meets Carl and he is nothing like she imagined from V’s stories, he’s sweet and taller than she thought, you know?

Pairing: Carl x Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluffy lil Carl .

“Please Y/N! It would mean the world. It’s only for a few hours i promise!” Veronica begged through the phone. “Fine. What time do you want me to be there?” Y/N asked. “Six?” Veronica asked. “Okay, I’ll be over in a bit then. Text me your addre-” “CARL! What did I tell you about going through my drug cabinet!” Veronica yelled. Y/N held the phone away from her ear. “Is that Carl Gallagher again?” She asked. “Yes… he’s a little shit and he knows it. Did you know he got caught taping-” “ten pounds of heroine to his nephew Chuckie. Yes V I know. You’ve told me everything about this kid.” She cut her cousin off. “He spent a year in juvenile prison for fucks sake” she said. Y/N rolled her eyes. “Is it bad that I kind of want to meet him?” She joked, though she was partially serious.“No way! There is no way in hell I will let you meet Carl Gallagher. He will destroy your reputation within a week” she said sternly. “I give it three days!” Y/N could hear Kev say. “Anyway, I’ll see you at six. Thank you so much Y/N you are a lifesaver.” Veronica spoke. Y/N said her goodbyes before hanging up.


Y/N sat on the floor with the twins on either side of her. The girls had been nonstop crying for an hour now, Y/N had tried everything to keep them occupied.

They weren’t hungry, nor sleepy. She made sure their diapers were clean and dry before giving them each a toy that Kev and V had recently purchased.

A knock at the door had pulled Y/N’s attention from the girls. She picked them up, one on each hip, she placed Gemma in the play crib. She kept Amy close to her as she looked out the window to see who was there. She wasn’t used to the neighbourhood. She noticed a guy, around her age, standing at the front door. Y/N unlocked the door and opened it. “Hi?” She said, swaying her body to comfort Amy. “Can you please quiet the twins down? We can hear them from next door…” Y/N sent a confused look. “Sorry, who are you?” She asked confused. “Carl…Who are you?” Y/N raised her eyebrows. This was the infamous Carl Gallagher? “I’m Y/N, Veronica’s cousin.” By now the girls had finally gone quiet. “V didn’t tell me she had such a beautiful cousin.” He winked. Y/N blushed slightly. She was a bit confused as to how he could be so bad. He was definitely not how she pictured him to look like. He’s much taller and he has nicer hair. She expected him to be grubby and greasy. He’s the exact opposite.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked. Y/N nodded and stepped out of the way, letting him walk inside. “You aren’t going to steal anything are you?” She asked, concerned for the cabinet that was in the corner of the room. “The only thing I’ll be stealing tonight is your heart” he said slyly as he took a seat on the couch. Y/N put Amy down in the crib beside Gemma. She smiled to herself at the comment Carl had made. “Veronica told me all about you.” She stated. She took a seat on the floor by the twins. “Yeah? Tell me about yourself then. It’s only fair” Carl ran a hand through his hair, he pat the seat next to him and Y/N cautiously made her way over. “Well you know now that I’m Veronica’s cousin. Uh, I’m seventeen years old. I’m a sophomore, and I work part time at a pizza place downtown. There’s not much else to me” she explained.

Carl had been looking at her lips for quite some time now. She had become a bit self conscious that something was stuck in her teeth. “Can I kiss you?” He asked. She knit her eyebrows together. “We literally just met” he didn’t say anything. Y/N looked to his full lips and took in a deep breath before nodding. Carl leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Time had stopped. Y/N closed her eyes and melted into the kiss. The door opened and the two pulled away quickly.

“Oh hell no!” Veronica yelled. Y/N looked to the front door with wide eyes. “Shit” Carl got up from the couch and booked it out the front door, weaving passed Kev and V before they could do anything. “Looks like we need a new babysitter” Kev joked. Y/N looked to her cousin with a guilty look. V crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “Unbelievable” she muttered, walking into the kitchen. Kev picked up Amy and Gemma and kissed their foreheads before turning to Y/N. “he ain’t all bad” he whispered, joining V In the kitchen. Y/N ran a hand through her hair and let out a breath of air. Secretly,she hoped they needed a babysitter again, really soon.

Originally posted by zgallagher

”Emily, I really appreciate it, but helping me could destroy your reputation in the bureau”

Reid she quit and rejoined like 4 times, fought every one of her authority figures and a US senator whenever she had the chance, DIED and came back to life.,.. do you really think that her reputation could get any worse at this point like??????

Day6 badboy!au (relationship focus)

So is it bad boy, or badboy? I don’t know. Because bad boy doesn’t look right, but badboy has the red squiggle under it.

Also, thanks for the Day6 request, these boys deserve lots of attention


-          He’s a “bad boy,” but not actually

-          Like he wears the jacket and he does his hair up like one

-          But that thing sticking out of his mouth that your parents assume is a cigarette because he’s kind of far away and they can’t quite see?

-          It’s a lollipop. Bubblegum flavored, to be specific

-          And also, he’s a lollipop

-          He’s always smiling and he rides a motorcycle, and every time he gets on the motorcycle and you’re there, he winks at you and smiles before he ZOOMS off into the distance while ACDC plays in the background

-          Or maybe it was a B1A4 cute concept song or something, who knows with this boy

-          He finds any and every reason to talk to you and you guys become kind of friends but like one of those really playful bantery friendships

-          He throws a rock at your window to get your attention and then sneaks you out for milkshakes and karaoke at 1am this one time, and then he’s walking you back along the side walk with this really pretty view with flowers and trees, and he stops you under a street light, grabs the sides of the hood your wearing, and kisses you

-          And then you two just stand there with his hands holding your face and your hands resting on his sides and your foreheads are leaning together and it’s adorable and your stomach is all fluttery and :3

-          And it was great and so now he does that all the time and it’s just a thing now


-          Actual bad boy, you knew he was trouble when he walked in

-          But not like rip your heart out and destroy your reputation and drink heavily kind of trouble, like he stays out later at night than he probably should and he skips class sometimes and he flirts with everyone but he’d totes be there if you ever got into a tricky situation type of trouble

-          Owns a muscle car that he cares for kind of meticulously, knows how to do his own maintenance

-          He kind of watches you walk into school or work while he leans on his car and it creeps people out a little

-          And he doesn’t seem very approachable

-          And he hangs out with the badboys

-          But then your car breaks down on the side of the road and he pulls over, helps you fix it, and then tells you now you have to go to dinner with him as payment with a smile and he turns out to be actually kind of sweet

-          KIND OF

-          He takes you to a burger place and you steal each other’s fries

-          And then you wind up talking for like an hour after you’re finished eating

-          And as you’re leaving, he hands you his number and he says “In case your car breaks down again and you need to call me. Or just literally any reason ever, if you ever want to call me or text me at all, do it.”

-          So you call him

-          Not for your car though, because there’s this great movie coming out that he would love

-          You call him many times, in fact, for various different reasons, and he calls you too, and its sort of a thing

-          Almost like you’re… dating… or something….

-          So he starts putting his arm around your shoulder literally all the time, and you both make your phone wallpapers the same picture of him with his arm over your shoulder and him kissing your temple and honestly it’s the cutest thing ever


-          Sort of the dadfriend of the bad boy friend group, doesn’t give a flip about the fact that he has a bad boy image, is %100 aware of it but doesn’t try to break it or build it up, he legit just doesn’t care

-          He’s a good bad boy. He’s got the I don’t give a flip, slightly reckless personality, but he’s also caring and nice

-          Seems a little intimidating sometimes because he keeps the boys in line and if he’s “in charge” with the bad boys then he must be REALLY TOUGH AND MEAN AND BAD right? Right? Right? ???

-          And then the five of them are out hanging at the arcade while you’re there and their jam comes on and he dances like a dork and they all start laughing and you’re like wait… what?

-          Like he legit actually doesn’t care what people think in any way and it’s great

-          And then he sees you looking and he nods and smiles at you

-          And then on his way out he taps your shoulder and when you turn around he smiles and says “you dropped this” and hands you a small folded piece of paper, and he walks away

-          And you open it and it has a phone number in it and it says “text me”

-          So you go back and forth for a while, but the curiosity gets the better of you because what boy dances like that in front of a girl and then gives her their number that confidently? and you text him, so he takes you to an amusement park and the two of you have a blast, and you go on all these big rides and the adrenaline just makes you guys more comfortable with each other really fast

-          So needless to say it went great, and two days later, he asks you to go back to that arcade with him, and you do, and it’s a blast and he’s super fun and wonderful and you go to karaoke after and he has a FANTASTIC voice, and then you’re walking home, and it’s dark and you guys start talking about your lives and you start telling him about your dreams and ambitions and he thinks its really cool, so suddenly he just stops you, looks at you for a second, and then kisses you

-          And you’re all !!!!

-          But then he pulls away and you’re both all :3

-          That’s literally the first time you’ve seen him blush

-          So from then on it’s a super chill comfortable relationship, and you guys go on dates and act like dorks without a care in the world and it’s literally the best

-          (I may or may not have a new bias)


-          Not a bad boy. He gets a bad rep because he hangs out with all the bad boys because they’re his friends

-          Actual sweetheart

-          Looks flippin’ bossin in the jacket and the hair and the jeans though, I mean like he’s the least baddie of all of them, but somehow he actually looks better in the getup than any of the others

-          He doesn’t really notice that people kind of classify him as a bad boy because anyone who he actually interacts with for long enough for him to pick up on something like that just completely abandons the whole badboy theory because how can you be with this kid for even just five minutes and not be like Dawwww :3

-          Is a customer at your work, and you meet him and immediately are like okay he’s a sweetheart, and he’s kind of shy and stutters a little and giggles for the whole time he’s talking to you over the counter or whatever at your work, and then he goes back to his friends and you watch as it takes them literally ten minutes to convince him to go and get your number because he’s too shy

-          They all cheer when you give it to him and he blushes like a lobster

-          So he works up the nerve to text you, and you can bet the boys helped him A LOT

-          So he asks you out to the boardwalk and you guys get cotton candy and walk, and you hold his hand and he gets really smiley and blushy

-          And  then he walks you home and he kisses your cheek and blushes super hard and smiles and then you both have a constant internal squeal going on for the rest of the night

-          So obviously you guys become official, but he’s still really blushy for quite a while after, like he’ll initiate skinship in private, he’ll hug you and stuff, but in public if you do anything more than hold hands he melts into this messy puddle of Wonpil goo



-          Also not a bad boy. Youngest of the bad boy gang, sometimes forgets and starts teasing the others like he’s the oldest

-          Then goes back to being a shy puppy

-          DEEP VOICE is intimidating, doesn’t help with the bad boy image

-          He wears the getup just like the rest of them, but then his face is adorable and his hair is all curly and soft so actually everyone is a little unsure if he’s a bad boy or an actual angel child

-          (He’s an actual angel child)

-          You drop something while you’re walking about twenty feet in front of him and he picks it up and stops you to hand it to you, he can barely make eye contact because females? What? How does one interact with those? He doesn’t know..?

-          And it’s super adorable

-          And then you find a reason to start chatting with him occasionally and he starts to open up and he gets smiley and playful and happy and its cute and all his bad boy bro pals are all “aww”

-          And so you two get closer until he’s actually comf with you, and then one day, he just seems super shy and wont look you in the eye, and so you’re like okay, what’s up with you

-          So he just stutters out ‘I like you’ and you laugh because ‘DUH’ and you kiss his cheek

-          “I like you too, silly”

-          And from that point on, he’s an absolute puppy, he holds your hand all the time, will not stop kissing your cheek, loves it when you kiss his cheek, fleufs all around

-          And he gets especially cuddly when he’s happy and excited and its just adorable and awesome

Narcissists train their victims not to stand up for themselves.

Narcissists typically either rage, bully, justify, reject, or fly into defensiveness when a person stands up for themselves against something they’ve done or said (or didn’t do or say).

This is because when a person stands up for themselves against their behavior, to a Narcissist that’s an accusation of not being a wonderful, perfect person who’s always in the right, or who has authority ranking and therefore is superior and “above reproach”.

This is how targets get trained not to stand up for themselves. The victim lives in fear of reaction. Fear of massive consequences, drama, chaos, smearing, raging, and the problems that those behaviors cause for them in the rest of their life, including their emotional or physical well-being.

• If the bear swipes at you, pretend it didn’t hurt, pretend you didn’t notice it.

• If the bear didn’t feel like showing up, calling you when they said they would, responding, helping when you’re in need or danger, following through with plans or doing something they had committed to, you just say you understand (when you finally hear from them), or don’t mention it at all.

• No matter what the bear does or says, always show admiration, affection, or sympathy, (always), always give them attention right when they want it, (always), never be busy doing anything else, and always drop everything when they want attention.

• No matter what you’re dealing with, never show your sadness, pain, illness, frustration or anger in front of the bear, for this will upset the bear and mess up his or her happy mood.

• Never try to explain your point of view to the bear, nor try to engage the bear in a real discussion about the relationship between you, or about his or her behavior, or about your feelings. This will annoy or anger the bear.

• Never hold the bear to any expectations or commitments or agreements, and always tell the bear you understand.

• And don’t leave the bear for any reason unless he or she tells you to leave, and come back immediately when the bear tells you to.

• Otherwise, the bear will fly into a rage, or wreck your stuff, or ruin your relationships, or attack you, or attack people you care about, or withdraw any and all friendship, family relationship or support, or destroy your reputation.


For @skiretehfox’s Siblings AU do I even need to explain myself? It’s three different Max(es) and they’re all related. I mean, I already love them individually but ALL of them TOGETHER? Fucking amazeballs and Max galore.

Triple Max

They’re triplets separated only by time or at least that’s how they introduce themselves to new acquaintances whenever they’re together. They could pass off as identical triplets if it weren’t for the differing hairstyles and height. But if you look closely, you’ll see the telltale freckles speckled on each of their faces, incriminating evidence of their bloodline. That and their inherent passion for photography.

“Always take the fucking shot.”

There’s Maximus, the eldest, she’s the prodigy who doesn’t give a shit. She’s a double major at the age of 22 who dabbles in law when she’s not cutting classes. The only perfect attendance she has on official record are all of her photohraphy classes but even then she zones out in class if it’s a lesson she’s already figured out on her own ages before. Maximus is not the most responsible academically but she makes up for it with pure talent and skills that make her formidable even outside of university.

She also holds the title for messiest hair among the siblings. It only adds to her handsomeness or so her admirers say. She has this aura that just naturally exudes power and authority. Just as much as she is dashing, she’s also intimidating and with good reason. She’s pretty much chill unless you piss her off. Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s scary as fuck and with her skills, she will destroy you. The other two sisters look up to her as the protective bodyguard that has probably, if not already, killed a man.

“Ready for your close up, sweetheart?”

Up next is Maxine, second oldest, she’s the smooth talker who’s friends with everyone. She’s a theater major and a film producer at the age of 20 with an already bursting portfolio of indie films. Unlike her solitary sister, Maxine prefers to surround herself with people and genuinely enjoys their company. She’s the most fashionable out of the three but only because managing her wardrobe is part of the cinematography package or so she says.

She’s also the only sibling who grew their hair and without competition, her hair is just as smooth as her people skills. She could befriend even her worst enemies with just her suave charm. Although she comes off as easygoing, she can raise hell when pissed off. Again, do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s powerful as fuck and with her connections, she will destroy your reputation. The other two sisters rely on her as the social butterfly that can talk their way out of any situation.

“Wowsers, that’ll make an awesome photo!”

Lastly is Max, the youngest, she’s the doe-eyed pup who’s just trying to get by and get good photos. She’s in high school just like any other teenager but at the age of 18, she already shows enough promise for her to earn a scholarship at Blackwell Academy. Naturally, her course is photography, what else? Personally she thinks she doesn’t have anything that special when compared to her high achiever sisters but she doesn’t let that discourage her. She’s still young so maybe she just still hasn’t discovered what her specialty is yet.

Although if there is anything that comes close then maybe it’s her penchant for candid shots. Max can take the most ordinary selfies and candid shots of people and bring out a quality that’s normally unseen by any other photographer including her sisters. Two out of three vote that Max gets the best shots out of them and it would have been a consensus if she voted for herself. She’s not good with confrontations so she doesn’t fight but make no mistake, there are people willing to kill for her. She has two sisters, two! Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her. She’s innocent as fuck and with her sisters, she will unknowingly destroy your life. The other two sisters see her as the pure cinnamon roll that’s too good for this world.

It can get a little confusing when all three of their names are variations of Max but they’ve worked out a nickname system for themselves.

“Xim! Your shirt’s inside out again.” Maxine pointed out with a disapproving frown.

“I think it’s kind of cool how you don’t give a fuck.” Max comments from the sofa chair across them.

“See? Max gets me.” Maximus smirks while lazily sprawled on the couch.

“Don’t encourage her.” Maxine lightly chides the youngest and then turns to the eldest. “And you, try to be more presentable.”

“What’s the point? It’s just us at home and it’s not like you judge or I care. Mostly the latter.” Maximus simply shrugs off the reprimand.

“The point is that you should set a good example.” Maxine admonishes sternly and then sighs. “It’s bad enough that Max has already picked up on your swearing.”

“Hey, I kinda like how… liberating it feels to not hold back.” Max adds in her own thoughts.

“You heard the kid.” Maximus seconds the motion with her thumb up in Max’s direction. She then smiles smugly at Maxine who’s scowling. “She’s old enough and besides, it was going to happen anyways.”

“It’s alright, Xine. I promise I won’t pick up Xim’s worst habits.” Max says tentatively and even crosses over her heart for good measure.

“Don’t promise anything you can’t keep.” Maximus quickly quips.

“Oh, hush you!” And Maxine is quick to shoot her down. “Don’t corrupt our baby sister any more than you already have, Xixim.”

“The darkness is a free choice.” Maximus corrects her and then adds on, “It’s more fun on the dark side and everyone knows that for a fact. Plus people fear you. Afraid people means less social interaction, something your extrovert species won’t understand, Xinnie.”

“That is a pretty convincing sales pitch.” Max nods all too enthusiastically.

“Darkness is overrated nowadays.” Maxine huffs with crossed arms and refuses to be beaten so easily. “Why would you want to scare people away when they could be worshipping you? And with just a few words, they’d be at your beck and call.”

“And another convincing sales pitch.” Max nods again at the rebuttal. This is some high level argument ongoing and this is intellectual entertainment at its finest.

“See, that’s the deal breaker right there. Talking. Words.” Maximus airily retorts. She doesn’t even hold back as she openly mocks her own sister, “You’re the only person in this room who enjoys that, Xine.” She pauses just so she could turn up the smugness in her smile. “Face it, I’m Max’s favorite because I get her.”

Maxine’s eyebrows twitch slightly at the sudden redirection. Oh, it’s on. “Puh-lease, don’t even get me started.” She casually flips her luxurious hair and scoffs, “Who’s the one here who actually goes with her and has never missed an event? Well you’re right about me enjoying talking and that’s because I talk to her more than you do.” She gestures with her hand with the sassiest flair the house has ever seen. “Move over, we’ve bonded more.”

The two continue to bicker back and forth while the youngest watches silently, seemingly forgotten. Max isn’t sure at what point did this argument became about which sister is her favorite but she’s sure that she has to end it before it blood spills. Literally. She does not want a rerun of the bloodbath of 2010. As amazing as it is to see her two sisters duke it out with their incredible wits, it’s also deadly as fuck. Bloodstains are a pain in the ass to remove from the carpet.

So before it escalates from just bruised egos, Max plays it cool as the peacemaker. Again. It’s kind of ironic how her two older sisters act childish sometimes and she, the youngest, has to be the mature one.

“Well I think you’re both awesome!” Max cuts in between them like a samurai or so she imagines herself as one. She turns to the couch where Maximus is still lounging on. “Xim has this cool lone wolf vibe. She can get things done on her own and power through anything.” She looks at the doorway where Maxine is fashionably leaning on. “Xine has this amazing social butterfly gait. She can get people together and even create collaborative projects.” And then she addresses them both, “You two are awesome at what you do respectively. There’s no use comparing each other when what you do is unique. It’s not a competition. You’re both my favorite sisters in the whole world.”

The room falls silent after Max’s impromptu speech. Her two sisters are still staring at her and she’s starting to get self-conscious with every second passing. Until finally they move again but instead of talking, they’re clapping. It’s a slow clap that sounds full of approval and admiration. It makes Max blush with embarrassment.

Maximus wears a toothy smile. “Safe answer. Smart choice, kid.”

“Good call. Excellent show of conflict resolution skills!” Maxine beams brightly.

“T-Thanks…!” Max ducks her head shyly and they only clap harder. She has the faintest suspicion that they’re teasing her and she too can play this game. “But if I had to pick a favorite…” She lets the sentence hang in the air long enough for her two sisters to latch onto it. Hook, line and sinker. She smiles impishly when she continues, “Then maybe, just maybe, I’d probably— definitely go with the one who takes out the trash.”

Her two sisters smile back and they have this moment where it’s almost as if their minds are in synch. Then the moment collapses in on itself when the two burst out into laughter.

“Sorry Max but you’re on your own in this.” Maximus waved the offer. “It’s your turn today and I ain’t touching that crap unless you’re dying. Even then the only trash I’m taking out are the scumbags who hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s not our call to make. The rules are meant to be followed.” Maxine states matter-of-factly. “And same. I’ve already handled last week’s filth and it’s only fair that you deal with this one. Although I could manipulate someone else to do it, I’d rather not.”

Max joins them, giggling. “Eh, it was worth a shot.”

Meet the Caulfield sisters, despite their differences, they get along pretty well. If it isn’t obvious from the freckles and their passion for photography, they’re basically triplets separated only by time.

anonymous asked:

Best friend headcanons for UT UF HT sans and SF Papyrus?

First platonic ask! (I think)



•Pulls so many pranks on you
•Will casually undress in front of you and not even care. You could be naked in front of him and he wouldn’t care or be awkward about it
•Loves going out and doing stuff with you… and embarrassing you in public
•Totally ships you and Papyrus if you don’t already have another S/o
•Tickle tortures you. A lot.
•Did someone say, “Ruin everything with ketchup?” Because that’ll happen.
•Will stand up for you in any situation
•Someone messed with you? Hold on let him crack his knuckles first



•Makes fun of you in a good hearted way, and you do it back
•Both of you team up against Fell
•Still cuddles with you
•Will literally kill someone for you if they fuck with you
•Makes so many inside jokes with you
•Would do something silly like make a secret language with you
•Tells you a lot of secrets and really trusts you



•Openly rant to you about work
•Will tease you and expect you to do it back, not taking it seriously
•Gets flustered when you tease him for being short, then just shouts that you’re too tall
•Is super immature and inappropriate when joking around with you and it’s hilarious
•Purposely whispers unimportant stuff to you to make anyone nearby jealous that you’re HIS best friend and not theirs
•Still gets very protective over you
•Wants you to be his partner in crime, and you don’t fully agree but hey, we all gotta take risks in life, especially when you’re best friends with Horror
•Shows you all his techniques and laughs when you practice them on food



•Super sassy and sarcastic with you but you know he doesn’t mean it literally
•Kind of like a mom friend; will yell at you if you don’t eat, stay hydrated, and get enough sleep
•Hugs you a lot and cuddles with you
•Isn’t afraid to stand up for you but can’t stand up for self
•Expresses his thankfulness for you and gets you gifts
•Goes out into public with you and both of you destroy your chill reputations
•Will certainly prank you. Just you wait.

I will be Satisfied

Philip Hamilton x Reader 

 The reader is the older sister of Theodosia Burr and both fall in love with Philip immediately. Theodosias happiness is the most important thing for the reader so she introduces them to each other but after a conversation with Angelica she decides to be selfish for the first time in her life. 

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 Warnings: Probably that this is my first Hamilton writing and that English isn’t my native language 

 Thanks to @hamiltrashtothemax and @elvndrk who helped me throughout this whole thing! You’re incredibly awesome!

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Fic Ideas 6-10

Note: Not all ideas are complete and will cut off at random times.
Note 2: Some are rather long and detailed.  

Holby City


Bernie finds Dom on the roof in tears and after a bit of pushing he tells her all about what happened with Isaac and when he admits what he did to Arthur’s medal, she swears she’ll make him pay and hugs on him for a while and after Dom leaves, feeling a little better, Bernie goes and finds Serena because that was Arthur’s medal and she knows that Serena will be pissed. And of course after Serena finds out, she drags EVERYONE into it, especially Henrik, Ric, Sacha and Jac, and of course it gets round that the consultants on all wards are mad/pissed at Isaac for some reason and one person finds out why and suddenly the entire hospitals against him and he finally asks what’s going on (because not only have they only just been on the right side of being professional, they’ve also started messing with everything else around him. His theatre schedule, his research -Jac’s doing- his life outside of the hospital, things are just being fucked up badly). 

The thing, he tells Serena about everything that’s happening to him and asks why, so she just turns to him and goes, “Despite the trouble he’s caused over the years, I have come to care a great deal about Dominic. He gave you an item of great importance to him and you quite literally stomped on it and broke it.“ 

"What ever he’s told you Ms Campbell-" 

"What you missed Dr Mayfield, Arthur meant a great deal to everyone in this hospital, myself included." 


"So there’s just one more thing I have left to say." 

"And what’s that?" 

Serena smiles brightly, "I will destroy you and your reputation, though that part is nearly complete, very much like you destroyed Arthur’s medal and Doms heart.”

“How dare-!”

“I dare because this is MY hospital and I will defend the people who work here with everything I am. Now be a good little boy and work out your contract and leave.”

7. Descendants - Old Gods AU

Based on this post.

Descendants of the old Gods are known to walk the earth, although over time they have become rare. As such, they are revered as Gods themselves by some and hated by others.

Most hide away, some don’t, but nor do they advertise their differences.

A few use it to their advantage.

Serena is the descendant of Athena from her mothers side, as is Jason.

Through her father, Serena is also a descendant of Apollo.

Serena doesn’t hide her status as a Descendant, sometimes even using it to the advantage of the hospital.

It comes as a great surprise when in blows Bernie, a child of Zeus.

She has learnt over the years to keep to herself for fear of hurting the ones she loves. This of course was part of the reason for the rift between her and her children, who had no knowledge of their mothers heritage until they learnt about the Old Gods in secondary school and realised why their mother was always zapping things and why her veins were so bright, as though light was running through them.

They never forgave her for not telling them.

Serena is ecstatic about having another Descendant in the hospital, until she finds out about the affair she had with a child of Demeter, one of the few people she found she could touch without injuring them. 


At a conference.

Woman: So you two run the ward together.
Bernie: Yes.
Woman:So you’re friends?
Bernie: We’re together.
Woman: Oh! Best friends, how lovely! That explains why you’re so affectionate with each other!
Bernie: ………??
Serena: She just had me pinned against the wall of the hallway and made me come twice.
Bernie: O.O
Serena: Caught on now?
Woman: …Oh. *Slumps away to another small group and refuses to look at them.* 
Bernie: *Laughs* My Gal.

9. Kiss, Hit, Run

Serena’s involved in a hit and run while Bernie’s in Ukraine and has to stay in hospital for a while, leaving Jason alone.

Raf and Fletch offer to take him in, but after a few days, it becomes apparent that with the four other children, Jason can’t cope with the constant changing of schedule and ask his Auntie to find another solution. 

She thinks of calling Bernie, but considering her first few calls were ignored, she decides against it and asks the only other person who is able to understand Jason and his need for routine, Mr. Hanssen.

After a few days of Hanssen coming to the house to pick Jason up for his shifts and staying with him afterwards until he goes to bed, Hanssen consults Serena on him temporarily moving into her spare room to make things easier.

A week passes since he moves in and on the seventh day, he comes downstairs to make them both breakfast only to find that it’s already started and Bernie sitting at the table with a mug of coffee.

“Why didn’t you ring to tell me what had happened?”

“I was told not to.”


“Ms Campbell said not to inform you until you’re return, or not at all if she was back at work before your return.” He sits, “As you have returned before such a thing, Ms Campbell was involved in a hit and run just over two weeks ago.”

“And her condition?”

“Broken collar bone, wrist and two ribs, one of which punctured her lung.”


Jason soon joins them and asks about breakfast which Bernie says will be ready in two minutes.

“Good, if it’s not we will be late for our visit to see Auntie Serena.” Jason tilts his head, “Will you be coming with us Doctor Bernie?”

“If it’s alright with you Jason, I would like to visit your Aunt as well.”

“It is. I believe Auntie Serena misses you. She will be happy you are back.”

“I hope so too.”


After becoming such close friends, it becomes a weekly tradition for Bernie and Serena to have dinner together on the nights Jason goes to Chess Club. 

Serena cooks.

Bernie brings the wine…provided she remembers.

On the day of the dinner, Serena has the day off and Jason is away to stay the night at Alans, so she spends the day lazying around, reading her favorite book while curled up on the sofa in nothing but her knickers and over sized jumper. So engrossed with her book, she forgets what day it is and her plans to make Bernie’s favourite meal, Shepards Pie. 

Bernie rocks up, on time for once, and just walks in as she has started to do, calling out that she’d remembered the wine this time and heads to the kitchen, only to stop when she spots Serena in the lounge, curled up reading.

She stands there, wine forgotten as she takes in the cuteness of the scene. 

It takes a moment, but Serena finally realises she’s no longer alone and turns to face her.

“You look comfy.”

It’s with that comment Serena remembers that she’s only in her knickers and jumper. She instantly turns red and tries to tug the hem of the jumper down to cover her legs. When she looks up again, she finds Bernie still staring and gives up on covering her legs and just pulls her hands back up into her sleeves, mumbling, “Please stop staring at me.”

The "Steal from my Program, I destroy your reputation" revenge.

(warning: long story)

While this is my main account, I dont think anyone who cares about me IRL that matters in this case is aware of what I have done. This story goes back to my college days.

Back in the late 00’s I was a student in a small college near a city. I was like most other students, idealistic, a slacker, and a tryhard about a few things. I really loved music in particular. Well, as the decade was winding down, my university swapped presidents. The previous one had been perceived as odd and weak and old. They replaced him with an Irish descended lawyer.

Now this guy was the epitome of the creepy, slimy car salesman. Short but burly, former boxer I think. Loud mouth, lots of bragging too. Liked “the ladies of the university” despite his marriage and their age. Lots of promises, little delivery and most of all, almost no principles other than lets raise money and put it towards “development”. One of his ideas was to take a trust fund specifically for the Music department and raid it for over 50% of its original value , leaving the balance at under 3% of the original value.

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tumblingxelian  asked:

Apologies if this is out of sorts but I was wondering about your view on an idea I float about Chloe. Namely that being spoiled is definitely part of what leads to her personality, but that its... Not over attentiveness exactly, but almost over sharing from her father too. Partially tied to her line about how he wins elections. I wonder if her view of the world has been super heavily informed by that of a bullying and somewhat corrupt politician to the point where that approach is normalised.

that’s actually a good point i hadn’t considered before! the two of them seem like those kids/parents who are very close and tell each other everything, so i’m sure her being privy to the sketchier parts of politics have influenced the way she sees and approaches the world.

i also sort of see her hearing something her father told her and twisting it to the extreme. like sure maybe mayor bourgeois blackmails and does sketchy shit to keep getting reelected. but perhaps he’s told chloe, “sometimes when you run campaigns and ads you kinda have to make the other person look bad” (i.e. show why their platform sucks). but maybe chloe takes that to mean “you have to destroy the reputation of your opponent,” hence why she sent sabrina off to snoop in marinette’s room. 

but yeah! i totally agree! that girl’s probably seeped in politics and knows a lot more than you’d expect. 

anonymous asked:

what should i write on the front of my school binder

Herein You Will Find Various And Numerous And Innumerable Hexes, Curses, Words In The Old Tongue To Cleave A’Twain Friend, Foe, Family Alike. If You So Choose. Money Hates Me, God Hates Me, My Wife Hates Me, My Own Hands Hate Me. But Thats All Beside The Point. The Point Is That My Time Here On Earth Runs Short. Im Not Dying But You All Are. Im A Glass Of Wine. Nothing Beats A Glass Of Wine. When The Kids Arent Home And Your A Mother Theres A Glass Of Wine There. A Glass Coffee Table And I’m A Glass Of Wine. Stressful Day When The Kids And Youre Husband Then Glass Of Wine. Dark Chocolate Indulge. Petty Indulgences. When Youre A Glass Of Wine And Let The Body’s Hit The Floor. When Your Glass Of Wine Is Running Short And You Say Heck What Of It. Why Dont I Have Another. Bartender I Am A Glass Of Wine. Bottoms Up And The Devil Laughs. The Bartender Remembers When It Happened. They All Remember When It Happened And If They Knew That You Dont Remember Then They Would Know That Something Is Awry Here Or So They Would Think. Something Would Be Amiss Or Smells Fishy. So Theyre All Relating There Stories Of Where They Were When That Event Happened And The Eyes Move Clockwise About The Room Where We All Share Our Glass Of Wine And Suddenly The Clock Ticks To You And They Ask The Fatal Question That Destroys Your Reputation, The Question You Could Never Answer, The Dead Giveaway: Where Were You When The Bodies Hit The Floor

“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”

~ Rumi

s y n d r o m e s - pt.3

Group : BTS

Members : All seven (Park Jimin is main, tho)

Genre : Criminal!BTS, psychology themes, smut, fluff, angst

Words : 3,284

Description :  “Lima syndrome is the result of the abductor / kidnapper sympathizing with his hostages”. And Park Jimin had never heard of it before, when he took you as his hostage.

A/N : I finally finished it, yay ^.^ I already know how it will end and there won’t be a happy end, yay ^.^

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okay so just think about this au with me for a second

•Alec Lightwood is the shining beacon of perfection to his parents

•At least, on the outside

•he’s smart. even if he hadn’t been naturally smart to begin with, the kid had an amazing work ethic, starting all the way back in kindergarten

•he does everything he’s told

•literally, everything

•when he was two, his mom had wanted to do something outside of work that could be a bonding experience with her son

•and she’d been a star gymnast in high school, so she figured that she could totally teach a class

•so, she became a teacher and Alec became a stellar gymnast in training

•neither of them liked it very much, but while his mom totally dropped it (later saying that it was because it conflicted too much with her work schedule, but he didn’t necessarily agree with her), she forced him to stick with it so that he wasn’t a quitter

•so, now Alec was a gymnast and not a quitter

•and when he turned eleven, his dad thought that soccer had been just, well, the shit

•so Alec agreed to join that, as well

•he always did what he was told to do

•he was perfect, to them, on the outside

•and he preferred, of course that it stayed that way

•he was even the perfect older sibling. when his sister had been born, he spent more time with her than either of his parents really did. now, he kept her out of any real trouble, no matter how much she insisted that she let loose a little

•he’d even been the perfect brother to the arrogant orphan they’d taken in when he was eleven, no matter how many times he’d wanted to strangle him (thankfully, though, he and Jace were on much better terms nowadays, having spent the last seven years of their lives growing up together)

•and Max had always looked at the two of them with such childlike amazement, hoping to be like them someday

•Alec liked things this way. Basically, he liked being perfect. Perfect was safe. Perfect kept you away from destroying your whole reputation and stopped your family from shunning you. Perfect was the way he liked it, feelings be damned.

•but, sadly perfect couldn’t last forever

•because Alec was perfect on the outside, to more than just his parents

•smart, good looking, well rounded, and occasionally funny (on accident, but it still counted, as people had laughed)

•the problem was that someone else had started to realize that he was perfect, as well

•it had started with a conflict of interests

•the school wasn’t small, but it was still in New York, which meant that there was only really enough green area for one field

•and one day there had been a scheduling mixup

•supposedly, the soccer team had the field that day

•but so did the marching band

•and the marching band won simply because they’d gotten into their first set before the soccer players could even put their cleats on

•And, what do you know, that just so happened to be the day that Jace had wanted to borrow Alec’s car, leaving him stranded

•he refused rides from others, mostly because he trusted that Jace would stop by and pick him up before his date with the new ginger in their art class

•(he was wrong)

•and it turns out, marching band is really interesting

•and he really didn’t have anything better to do than watch

•his favorite part at first was the colorguard, but the music was also amazing

•he didn’t want to intrude, but he also didn’t want to walk away

•so he got comfortable in the grass and waited for Jace to text him back

•he didn’t notice, however, that a certain important someone had noticed him and had become very interested in his presence

•he didn’t realize that the head of it all, the first Drum Major, could not stop looking slightly to the left as he conducted, wondering just who the hell this stunning guy was

•it wasn’t Magnus’ best run through, to say the least

•the practice, like many a band practice, had no water break, so Alec never had to answer any questions about why he was there (technically, it was a closed practice, no visitors allowed)

•he also wondered how the damn hell they did all that work without water

•but two hours or so later, it finally came to a close

•still no text from Jace

•that little shit

•the sun was dipping in the sky and as the band broke apart, students scattering in attempts to make it off campus in a reasonable amount of time, Alec tried to call Jace

•after reaching voicemail, he sighed (a bit dramatically, but that was unintentional) and felt a quick little tap on his shoulder

•he turned to see who it was, ready to explain why he was totally breaking their rules, equipt with apologies

•but instead, it all drained from his brain as he saw exactly who had been trying to get his attention

•he wasn’t sure what he noticed about the stranger first

•there was so much to take in

•but quickly, he found himself drawn to the eyes. small, bright and gleaming hazel eyes, contrasted with pupils so dark that they nearly looked like slits

•and he kind of stuttered for a second, trying to say hi

•the cute stranger just smiled at it before asking, “So, what did you think of the performance?”

•and after that?

•well, let’s just say that Alec didn’t need a ride home from Jace anymore