did i mention they are shitty

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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all my friends are stressed up to their eyeballs right now, and as it’s exam season hell in the UK, i made a ““helpful”” powerpoint about it. ft. shitty clipart. on a calming pink background b/c it’s pretty and i like it
Enjoy my friends, i hope this helps :)

Just wanted to post some more photos from the marriage equality rally in Melbourne yesterday, and take the chance to tell a couple of stories because there was so much love in my city and I’m so proud of everyone. Long post, sorry, but there’s a bit to cover - ye be warned.

I spotted this cute couple as I walked out of Melbourne Central (a shopping centre and train station all mashed together) and told them they looked fab. Spotted them again and asked for a photo - they were very happy to oblige when all of a sudden the ABC came up asking for an interview, and I took this pic. They were beautiful people.

I’d seen this guy post in the Facebook event just before I left home, and suddenly found myself standing right next to him! We had a quick chat about how many people had arrived and then waxed about how AMAZE it would be if Lady Gaga parachuted in to the masses. Really funny guy and I’m glad to have met him. I swear I’m so much more personable at these things. 

I do love a simple home-made sign. I don’t have a story about this guy, sorry. Actually from here on in it’s all random stories of the day, assume the pics are unrelated.

The Greens senator Janet Rice got her rainbow family on stage while she was talking. Her wife is the Nobel Prize winning climatologist Penny Whetton, and she just happens to be trans. Senator Rice mentioned that in order for a married person to transition they must first divorce their partner. This information drew an audible gasp - fifteen thousand people had just heard this information for the first time and were disgusted.

A timely reminder that marriage equality doesn’t just effect the L and the G.

I spent my time during the speeches standing with the Greens, who I vote for (in the Senate at least) and who gave me a free shirt, so I felt obliged. They’ve been in this fight ever since former prime minister John Howard changed the marriage act - without the need for a plebiscite or survey - so I felt very comfortable chilling with them. I was about to take a photo for them when an organiser came up and announced that Senator Rice was about to do a press conference. They wanted representation in the shot, and as I was standing there and very obviously trans they asked if I wanted to be involved. I’m not a member yet, though, and declined. Besides, I am way too shy for that shit.

There were these two young girls - actually, side note, its amazing how many kids were not only there but openly passionate about the topic of the day - but these two girls couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, and they were leading a cheer as we marched:

One, two, three, four: equality is what we’re for!
Five, six, seven, eight: rainbow families are so great!


They were incredible, and you better believe that people were chanting along with them, these two young cheerleaders who were so full of life and love. 

When the speeches started, the organisers said there were, as I said, about 15,000 people in attendance. Trams were not able to travel on Swanston Street, because people were covering the tram tracks. The lawn and steps leading to the State LIbrary was covered in people, myself included. People stretched down the street and crowded nearby balconies and you couldn’t get out of Melbourne Central on the Swanston St side like, at all.

When we marched, we picked up a lot more people. And I noticed at one point that we covered three entire streets - Latrobe, Elizabeth and Burke - and that doesn’t include the people that had decided to wait on Swanston. By the time everyone got back to the State Library we numbered twenty thousand.

Twenty thousand beautiful, loving, amazing people. It was incredible.

Finally, just a pic of my free shit (and also the free ribbon I received). I had a great time at the rally. More importantly, I’m galvanised. I haven’t campaigned for a political cause since Howard tried to implement an industrial relations bill called WorkChoices, which cost him the 2007 election. I was kinda active then.

Nothing can stop me now.

I’ve signed up to drop leaflets in my neighbourhood. I’m going to as many rallies as I can. I’m going to try and get involved in planning sessions for further action. I’m going to fight for this.

But it’s supremely shitty that Australia even finds itself in this situation.

Back in 2004, as I mentioned, John Howard made changes to the Marriage Act so that the legal definition was exclusively between a man and a woman. This change happened in parliament. Politicians on both sides did not feel the need to formally consult the people before voting unanimously for the change.

In desperation a few years ago (because we queers had gotten very, very loud), then prime minister Tony Abbott (he of the many memes) proposed that if queer people really wanted to get married then they could vote for the right to do so, in a plebiscite. In Australia, if you want to change the Constitution then you hold a referendum, and the result of that is binding on parliament. Marriage, however, is not part of our constitution - furthermore, a plebiscite result does not bind the members of parliament to vote in accordance with the will of the people. It was a delaying tactic, nothing more.

A couple of months ago Minister for Immigration and Horrible Shitty Human Being Peter Dutton proposed a new idea if the plebiscite-enabling legislation was blocked once again by the Senate: a postal survey.

It is, again, non-binding. It’s not compulsory, unlike regular voting. And a survey doesn’t require legislation to acquire the funding. This idea really excited the badly-named Liberals. The expectation was that the No voters, overwhelmingly those who are over 50, would vote in droves while those who would be more inclined to vote Yes would fight each other over ideas of boycotting and have no time to persuade the most powerful group - young people between 18-24 who support marriage equality at a factor of 81% - to post their ballot forms.

That makes the twenty-thousand strong crowd at yesterday’s rally truly astounding. We’re not fighting about boycotts - those that have suggested it have been mostly convinced otherwise. We have all the time in the world to convince young people to vote and in fact the electoral roll has swelled with close to one hundred thousand new enrolments. In a small country like Australia (pop. 24 million) that’s a lot of new potential Yes votes.And queer Melbournians have never felt so much love before, we’re all a bit awed.

We could do with a little help though, especially from those of you who live in a country where marriage equality exists. We don’t need much. We just need you to tell stories. Talk about that big gay wedding you went to last week. Mention how your friends just got engaged and how you’re thrilled for them. Above all, share stories about how the world didn’t end, that people didn’t marry bridges, and that the only thing that really changed was that there is more love being openly celebrated. 

We know that 70% of the country supports marriage equality. We also know that 1 in 5 of those people aren’t sure if they’re going to vote. So a little bit of convincing from internetionals will go a long, long way.

That’s all from me. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I love you all.

And remember: superheroes vote yes!

even if the stream yesterday was shitty… did anyone notice that in the ep1 there was a scene that wasn’t there before???? I just checked again and in the ep on the livestream morty started to insult his old family from the cronenberg dimension after they had broken the portal gun and nobody is even mentioning it??!?! D:

some DA things that make me emotional
  • Iron Bull protecting Krem when he didn’t even know him at the time, losing an eye in the process and not once ever blaming Krem or making him feel guilty for that loss. 
  • just Iron Bull’s fierce protection of Krem in general. And how adamantly he corrects the inquisitor if they use the wrong pronouns. 
  • Zevran begging the warden for his life when he didn’t even want it and then later telling the warden that whatever he hoped to find by leaving Antiva, that he’s found it. The warden, romanced or not, helped give Zevran the will to live
  • the fact that when he was younger Zevran ran off to try and join a Dalish clan. He tried to get away from the Crows and never wanted anything to do with that life despite how he excelled at it
  • If the warden tells Zevran it sounds like he’s been through a lot he says: “They’re just old scars and nothing more you’ll see, ignore them as I do and perhaps they’ll go away” dude that breaks me every. single. time.
  • TAMLEN, JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT TAMLEN. 
  • Varric having such a big heart that it pisses him off. He doesn’t make a good spymaster because he worries too much about his spies, their well-being and their families’ well-being 
  • Varric paying off the gangs in the undercity to protect Anders and also making sure Merrill was safe and always found her way home
  • Leliana mentioning in Inquisition that the warden is the only person she truly trusts
  • how Varric, Dorian and Iron Bull pretty much take Cole under their wing and try to help him to be more human. They actually try and understand him before they judge him
  • Cole telling Bull how he’s made things easier for Krem. ie. “The armor is right but the body isn’t. You make it better”
  • did i mention tamlen
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Five

Summary: You come back to set after your time with the Padaleckis, and things are strained when your working patterns clash with Jared. Things go downhill when you start to feel sick on set.
Words: 3.1k
Jared x Reader, (mentioned Jared x Reader x Gen), Misha, Jensen
Warnings: angst central, nausea 
Betas: my girls @ruined-by-destiel and @blacksiren
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The rest of your time in Austin was more of the same.

Most of the days were spent with the Ackles’ - Jared and Jensen weren’t lying when they said they spent most of their downtime together - pictures being snapped by Danneel and Genevieve at random intervals.

The nights were spent wrapped up in Jared and Gen, having the best sex of your life.

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Seriously. Everyone needs a little more anime man love in their life. Get Amnesia memories. IT’S IN ENGLISH PEOPLE.

Why you should play Code Realize: Guardian of Rebirth

anonymous asked:

It irks me when people say that Dany is nothing without her dragons. GRRM described her as a warrior Queen some years ago. He compared her to Nymeria the warrior queen from Dorne. I can't find the source but I do remember reading it. I wonder how Martin feels when people try to deminish one of his favorite characters? He must take some offense or something.

Hey anon,

I’m sure GRRM is used to it by now, but I think he probably laughs to himself when people are so off about one of his characters. 

Regarding Dany, her dragons are in a way a symbolic representation of her own power. People who say she’s nothing without her dragons don’t understand the character and quite frankly have a really shitty memory. Her dragons did not make her strong enough to survive and get the respect of Drogo, or to cross the Red Waste, or to come up with the entire plan to sack Astapor without anyone’s help, or her plan to make Yunkai put down their swords with minimum bloodshed. He dragons are not what inspires her people or keeps them loyal to her, it’s her and fight to free the slaves and to treat them like people. 

It’s funny that you mentioned Nymeria because I was discussing with a friend the many similarities Dany shares with her. GRRM has compared Dany to Nymeria (who is Dany’s ancester from her great-great-grandfathers marriage to Mariah Martell) on a couple of occasions. Here is one

In particular, given that Nymeria was a warrior-queen, is there a certain amazon tradition?

“The Rhoynar did impact Dorne in a number of ways, some of which will be revealed in later books. Women definitely have more rights in Dorne, but I would not call it an “Amazon” tradition, necessarily. Nymeria had more in common with someone like Daenerys or Joan d'Arc than with Brienne or Xena the Warrior Princess.”

I found this fantastic comparison between Dany and Nymeria, I’ll quote my favorite parts but you can find the discussion here: (The bolded are quotes from the books.)

The refugee, the nomad, the woman wearing the literal skirt and metaphorical pants

“In the songs, Nymeria is said to have been a witch and a warrior; neither of these claims is true. Though she did not bear arms in battle, she led her soldiers on many battlefields, commanding them with cunning and skill.”

Dany is doing the exact same thing. She’s a warlord that’s not a warrior. And yes, you can be a warlord with absolutely no skill at arms, else Dany wouldn’t be called Aegon the Conqueror with teats.

Now let’s skim over Nymeria’s general history as it applies to Dany so far.

“Only Princess Nymeria of Ny Sar spoke against him. “This is a war we cannot hope to win,” she warned, but the other princes shouted her down and pledged their swords to Garin.”

In AGOT, Viserys is dreaming his fool dreams about re-taking Westeros with Dothraki. Dany knows better. She’s also somewhat skeptical of the Dothraki taking Westeros from the start, mostly thanks to Jorah Mormont educating her.

“The same fate awaited her own city, she saw.”

Nymeria runs for it after Valyria massacres the Rhoyanar men.After Drogo dies, Dany hatches her invaluable dragons. She’s also left with few Dothraki, and she has to flee from various Khals (on top of her constant running from Robert).

“Nymeria’s voyage was long and terrible.”

The difficulty of the Red Waste corresponds to this.Then, Nymeria had her Odyssey: Rhoyne -> Basilisk Isles -> jungles of Sothoryos -> Isle of Naath -> Summer Isles (Isle of Women).She couldn’t stay in any of these places, because~

“(…) arrived at Yeen to find that every man, woman, and child in that haunted, ruined city had vanished overnight.”

Haunted (to the eye) ruins, like the House of the Undying?

“The sullen wet heat oppressed their spirits, and swarms of stinging flies spread one disease after another (…)”

and

“On Naath, the Isle of Butterflies, the peaceful people gave them welcome, but the god that protects that strange land began to strike down the newcomers by the score with a nameless mortal illness”

Illness, like the Bloody Flux outbreak? Also, Missandei - one of Dany’s main helpers - is a friendly girl from Naath Dany finds somewhere at the halfway point of her journey.

“Basilisk Isles (…) only to fall afoul of the corsair kings (…) carrying off hundreds into slavery.”

and

“new towns on Basilisk Point were raided by slavers,”

Well, what do you know, Dany’s slave liberation campaign isn’t working out so well. In fact, seemingly half of the slaving Essos is sending armies against her in ADWD - Yunkai, Qarth, New Ghis, Tolos, Elyria, Volantis, the Harpies within Meereen itself.

“In the Summer Isles (…) its thin stony soil yielded little food, and many starved.”

As Dany approached Meereen, the slavers put the land around it to torch to starve her out. She still took the city, but many of her people are nonetheless starving.

“The battered, tattered remainder of the ten thousand ships sailed west with Princess Nymeria. This time she made for Westeros.”

Dany at the end of ADWD:

“Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy’s city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy.

Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you.”

The once and future queen

Back to Nymeria and why I think Dany will do well in Westeros~

“Dry, desolate, and thinly peopled, Dorne at this time was a poor land where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings warred endlessly over every river, stream, well, and scrap of fertile land.”

Wet, desolate and overflowing with corpses, at the end of ADWD Westeros is a fucked-up continent where a score of quarrelsome lords and petty kings war endlessly over everything. Euron, Tommen, Aegon, Stannis, KINGINDANORF? are just the Kings we have. (Does the Night King count?)

“Most of these Dornish lords viewed the Rhoynar as unwelcome interlopers, invaders with queer foreign ways and strange gods, who should be driven back into the sea whence they’d come.”

Yeah, Dany will have barbarians, slaves (you think Westerosi can notice they have no collars?), the infamous Imp, dragons, a trail of burning enemies behind her. She won’t get warm reception from most.

And they lived happily ever after

Well, probably not. I don’t see how GRRM will keep Dany on Nymeria’s track without breaking his tone.

“Though she married twice more (first to the aged Lord Uller of Hellholt, and later to the dashing Ser Davos Dayne of Starfall, the Sword of the Morning), Nymeria herself remained the unquestioned ruler of Dorne for almost twenty-seven years, her husbands serving only as counselors and consorts.”

I suppose that in a certain way, Mors can also work as Drogo, old Lord Uller as lame King Hizdahr, and the Sword of the Morning as… Jon NOT DARKSTAR, because I refuse to contemplate the possibility of Darkstar (she already did Bad Boy Daario). The husbands as consorts works for Hizadhr, and whomever her prophesized 3rd husband is, Dany will be leading in her own right - Drogon, Dracarys! helps there.

“She survived a dozen attempts upon her life, put down two rebellions, and threw back two invasions by the Storm King Durran the Third and one by King Greydon of the Reach.”

Dany already survived at least 4-5 attempts on her life - AGOT wineseller, ACOK manticore and arguably Undying, ASOS Titan’s Bastard, ADWD Poizdar do Loqust. I also don’t see Stannis bending to Dany, same for Tyrells who’ll stay with Tommen Lannister. Other possibilities for revolting kingdoms are Dorne (the irony!) and Iron Islands.

That was pretty awesome, there are more quote at the link if you want to read all the parallels between these awesome women. 

I will add one thing regarding Nymeria’s 3 husbands vs. Dany’s 3 husbands.

Nymeria’s first husband (Mors Martell) came from a people who are famed for their horses (Dorne), Dany’s first husband came from a people famed for their horses (Dothraki). 

Nymeria’s second husband came from Hellholt (Lord Uller), which is symbolized by a sort of fiery yin-yang thing, it’s half this and half that, it’s divided basically. Dany’s second husband was symbolized by the Harpy, half woman, and half bird. 

Finally, Nymeria’s third and final husband was Ser Davos Dayne the Sword of the Morning, I do wonder if the Sword of the Morning will play a role in the books as it has been mentioned a lot. And whether Jon will use it or not. Jon does have a connection to an actual Sword of the Morning in Author Dayne. And of course, there is the whole War for Dawn thing going one. 

Sorry, I hijacked your asked but yeah, Dany doesn’t need to wield a sword to be kickass, just look at her very kickass ancestor Nymeris. 

TTFN

Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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Amendments - Part 2

I got a few requests to continue, so here’s part two to my enemies-to-lovers/fake marriage fic. Part 1 can be found here.


The phone on his desk buzzed, indicating an internal call. Peeta held up his finger, cutting off Seneca Crane mid-sentence, and hit the intercom button.

“Yes?” Peeta asked.

“Katniss is here with lunch,” his secretary replied. “I told her you were in a meeting, but she insisted.”

Peeta fiddled with his tie, the only sign that his fiancée’s name had triggered a nervous reaction. Negotiating deals worth millions of dollars was easy compared to a face-to-face conversation with Katniss.

“Please, send her in,” Peeta said.

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 6

Originally posted by imaginingyournotsolikelyfuture

The next few days passed in a blur and things with Bill were different, a nice different.

He was so invested in me and even kept his word, he didn’t push me to talk about what happened on the hill top, he was waiting for me to be ready and bring it up myself.

This morning I’d awoken to him pushing the hair from my face and placing a lingering kiss on my temple.

My eyes fluttered open and I was met with the sight of Bill leaning over the bed, I smiled sleepily at him and I lifted myself up to lean against the headboard, holding the sheets to my chest.

I was so tired from the last few days on set that I’d slept through the night and not even felt Bill get up or heard him get ready.

“Where are you going?” I asked, looking him up and down.

“I have a meeting.”

He was clad in a fitted black shirt that was tucked into slim, dark grey trousers that were fastened with a black belt and his hair was gelled into place.

I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“Don’t.” He warned, narrowing his eyes.

I tilted my head at him and smiled innocently, before pulling him down onto the bed with me and pushing him onto his back.

I dropped all the sheets around me and climbed on top of him, straddling him and pinning his arms by his head.

He groaned but watched as my breasts bounced and he shifted under me, it was pretty obvious that his trousers had just become tighter.

“I’ve literally just told you I have a meeting.” He laughed, making no effort to remove himself from under me, even though he was considerably stronger than me.

“And? We’ve got time.” I began unfastening the buttons on his shirt, revealing his milky skin to my eager eyes.

“My ego hurts at those words, I must admit and as badly as I want you right now, I really have to go.” He sighed, flipping us over and kneeling between my legs as he fastened his shirt back up.

I lay with my arms behind my head, staring at the white ceiling of Bill’s room.

“When will you be back?” I wondered, looking downwards towards him.

“A couple of hours maybe, I’m not sure.” He shrugged, focusing hard on my naked body and running his hands down my thighs.

“I’m gonna head back to my place, I need to get showered and I bet my post is mounting up. My neighbours probably think I’m dodgy or something, I’m literally never there these days.” I laughed, leaning up onto my elbows as Bill removed himself from the bed and adjusted his hair, pushing it back into place and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Wanna do something after my meeting?” He wondered and I nodded.

“Target trip?” I asked excitedly and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He groaned, and I clapped my hands.

“You’re such a pushover.” I giggled, now sitting up on Bill’s kingsize bed.

“I’ll show you pushover later, but right now I really need to get going.” Bill hurriedly kissed my lips and left the bedroom, I could head him jog downstairs.

I waited until I heard the sound of his car pull out of the driveway, the gravel crunching underneath the wheels and that’s when I finally decided to get my backside out of bed to brush my teeth in the en suite bathroom.

I shoved my hair up into a disheveled bun and washed my face, removing any reminents of toothpaste from around my mouth.

I quickly sprayed some deodorant just to last me until I got home and could have a good scrub in my bath or in the shower, depending on my mood.

When I was back in Bill’s room I mooched around for the first set of underwear I could find, which just happened to be plain black.

I stole another t-shirt from Bill which was white with a random print on the front and rolled the sleeves up so they didn’t hang awkwardly at the crease of my elbow, I hated that.

Luckily, I had a few pairs of Joni jeans hanging around here so I merely shoved a light blue pair on and was good to go.

I was pretty impressed with how briskly I’d managed to get myself ready, although I definitely had the advantage seeing as I hadn’t applied any make up.

I tidied up Bill’s bedroom and made his bed, pulling up the blinds to allow the morning sunlight to flood the room and wake me up further.

I made my way downstairs and to the door, where I just pulled my vans on, grabbed my bag and had a quick scan inside to make sure I had everything including my wallet, keys, iphone and my glasses.

I was pretty content that I’d got everything and that I’d tidied Bill’s place up accordingly so left the house after setting the alarm and locking the door behind me.

I’d driven over here yesterday so my white Audi was parked up and waiting for my entry.

I unlocked my car and hopped right in, dumping my bag on the passenger seat.

I belted up and pressed the button to start my car, seeing as it was a keyless start. I got into gear and began the long descent back onto the road, eager to get home.

I’d been back and forth to Bill’s place over the last month and it was starting to feel pointless paying rent for such a gorgeous apartment when all I did was stay at his.

I pulled up to my apartment complex, parking in one of my designated spots and locked my car up once I’d grabbed my bag.

I punched in the code and opened the door to the building, entering the foyer where I collected my post.

I mindlessly flipped through the envelopes,  scrunching my nose up at the sheer amount of junk mail I’d received.

I climbed up the stairs to my floor, where only my apartment was and shoved the key into the lock, happy to be home.

I kicked my shoes off, dumped the post and my bag on the kitchen counter which happened to be around the corner from my front door and also threw my keys down next to the items.

My apartment was in pristine condition, mostly because I liked to keep it tidy because I was a slight neat freak. It worked out pretty well for me though, because Bill was the same.

I flopped onto my couch, grabbing my MacBook from the glass coffee table and placing it onto of my folded legs, logging onto my account and almost immediately pulling my emails up since I’d neglected them pretty bad.

I flicked through the junk emails, sending them straight to trash folder. Most of them were pretty standard, a few asking of my availability for the rest of the year but one in particular caught my eye.

The name was unfamiliar and the subject merely said ‘an interview with the hottest couple of 2016’ and my heart sank just at reading those words, but it was nothing compared to the actual email itself;

An invitation to Miss Mya Williams,

We hope you are able to join us at our Beverly Hill studio to participate in an interview that delves deep into the reality of dating one of the biggest upcoming actors of the year, we would be delighted if both yourself and Bill Skarsgard could attend and reveal all to us and your fans.

I hope to hear from you in the upcoming days,

Lizzie Sharp
Entertainment Central

My mouth was agape and my heart was beating so aggressively against my chest, why would this reporter lady want to interview Bill and I over being a couple when there was literally no proof or anything out there to suggest that we were more than friends.

We were so careful about doing anything on the set of the last television show we worked together on, that ceased filming a few days ago. I don’t know if Lizzie was working with information that had sprung from rumours, since Bill had gotten big, the public were interested in his personal life, specifically his love life and people were quick to pin me to him.

I hastily sent the email to the junk folder, where it was going to lay dormant with he rest until I went on a deleting spree.

If I didn’t reply to the email, surely it would all go away, right?

I tried to forget about the strange email, hoping to never receive anything like it again.

I pulled up twitter, signing in and having a mindless scroll through my timeline, favouriting the odd tweet and retweeting a few cool pieces that had some relevance to my life.

I also decided to tackle my mentions, which filled up a lot these days after my work was revealing to the world of critique. I mostly got compliments galore and the odd comment that came from a pre pubescent girl who liked to slate my every move, every breath I took.

After moving to LA I grew a back bone and learnt to take shitty comments on the chin, and because of this grew my delightful personality that consisted of sarcasm and standing up for myself.

I yawned as I weaved through the mentions, not particularly interested.

Well, that was until I came across multiple pictures of myself and Bill spamming my mentions. I rolled my eyes, people loved to be nosey.

Although what I did notice was that it was the same three images across multiple tweets, so I decided to enlarge them and what met my eyes were pictures of myself and Bill looking awfully close.

Sickness overwhelmed me, as did sheer panic.

The first image was of us on set, with me on his back and a huge smile on his face as I whispered something into his ear.

The second was of us walking to the restaurant in Beverly Hills in the other day with his arm thrown over my shoulders.

The final image was of us in the restaurant, taken through the window and we were holding hands.

It didn’t look good for us, and I figured it was better to say nothing than to try and magic up a lie that probably made us look shadier.

I let out a growl and slammed the my laptop shut, throwing it to the side of me and covering my face with my hands.

I knew this would happen, but I thought it’d be easier to deny and it was only a matter of time before the tabloids had the pictures printed in every magazine in America.

The last thing we needed getting out was that we both liked each other and the sheer amount of time we spent together, or to have any more picture taken of us without our knowledge.

To say I was worried was an understatement, being so out there now meant that the press would start digging and the last thing I wanted plastered over the internet was my sad excuse of a life.

I didn’t need anyone to know that I’d dropped out of school and that I hadn’t even wanted to attend college. I didn’t want anyone to know that my parents absolutely hated me for doing these things, I was nothing but an embarrassment to them.

I definitely didn’t need Bill to have to endure the comments that would be thrown at him about my age or my background and it was a blessing that he didn’t have any social media or it was certain that this would have blown up even bigger.

I have no idea how long I was sat on my couch wallowing in self pity but the sound of my phone ringing, along with he vibrations snapped me out of my trance.

I yanked it out of my back pocket taking a quick glance at the caller ID, almost shouting out in frustration at the sight of Bill’s name.

I couldn’t bring myself to answer it, so speedily pressed the reject button on the screen.

There was pure silence for a minute before it rang again, flashing up once more with his name. I knew that he’d keep calling if i didn’t pick up, he was the most persistent man I’ve ever met.

“What’s up?” I breathed, running a hand down my face.

“Oh, hey. I’ve just finished with my meeting, are you ready?” He asked, most obviously speaking to me over the speaker in his car.

“Erm, no. I don’t feeling like going out anyway, feel free to head back home.” I excused, the thought of being pictured out together again making my head spin with anxiety.

“Why not? You love going to Target, you were so up for it this morning… is something wrong?” I could almost imagine him frowning in confusion, because it was true, I fucking loved Target.

“I just don’t feel brilliant, Bill. Look, I’ll talk to you later, bye.” I spoke in a rush, hanging up the phone and dropping back into the cushions of my couch.

Tears spilled over and I sobbed quietly, more overwhelmed than anything.

I didn’t move to LA to become the focus of every gossip magazine, I came to escape my old life. This wasn’t what I wanted, I just wanted to work and be happy.

I merely wanted to be left alone, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Bill was the only person who knew almost everything about me, he was the one person I knew who would catch me if I fell.

A knock at my door pulled me away from the darkness that was just my thoughts and I wiped the tears from under my eyes, sniffling and breathing deeply before hopping up from the couch and plastering on a smile ready for whoever was on the other side of the door.

I twisted the inside lock and pulled it open, cursing at myself for not checking through the spy hole before opening the door.

“What are you doing here? I told you I didn’t feel like going out.” I muttered, leaving Bill at the door and walking into my kitchen.

I heard him close the door behind him and he followed me, and I could feel him watching my every move as I leant on my sink and looked out of the window in front of me.

“You sounded upset on the phone and I’m not an idiot.” He remarked, his presence strong behind me.

I made a face and gritted my teeth.

“You’re an idiot if you forgot how to use your key and let yourself in.” I whispered to myself, watching as the sun moved behind the clouds.

“What’s up with you? You were fine this morning, right until I left. Now I’ve finished my meeting and you have no interest in being around me, and I can’t figure out why.”

I span around harshly, taking him off guard.

“I told you to be careful with what you did in public, the hand holding, the cuddling! Now the press have got photos of us and they’re all over the fucking internet and I have people emailing me asking for interviews, I knew this would happen, I told you that people would start speculating!” I yelled at him, his eyes widening at my sudden tone of voice.

“What pictures? You need to get a grip, Mya! We take one step forward and two back and I specifically remember telling you to not worry and just let people speculate. We’re the only people who need to be involved in our business, it’s our own business.” He spoke back, making me roll my eyes.

“It’s not even speculation that’s the problem, Bill. It’s the fact that people have confirmation that there’s something going on between us, and I don’t know what to do about it.” I spoke, my voice cracking and more tears threatening to fall.

Bill let out a prolonged breath and advanced towards me with his arms outstretched, they wrapped around me like a shield.

“There’s nothing you can do, or that you need to do. But I think it’s time to face the facts or maybe our feelings in this case.“ Bill murmured into my hair.

I nodded against him, my face buried into his neck.

Now was the time.

"I’m pretty damn sure that I’m in love with you.” I admitted against the skin of his neck.

“Well that’s good then, because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you to.” He replied, pushing me back gently and holding my face between his hands.

I looked up at him and once our eyes met I felt every ounce of hurt, upset and anger leave my body.

He rested his forehead against mine and pressed a kiss to my lips, it was gentle, like a feather touching you for a second.

I kissed him back and let my arms go up around his neck, so grateful to be in his arms.

He pulled back for a second and I almost let out a whimper at the loss of contact.  

“Be my girlfriend, wife, whatever. I just know that I need you, all of you.” Bill revealed and I nodded.

“Can we not say anything to the press? or to anyone, just not yet.” I asked, touching his full bottom lip with mine.

“Whatever you want.” He whispered, grasping my face harder and crushing his lips on mine.

This was it.

This was official.

Friends with benefits didn’t really work out the way I planned but I think it was for the best and now all feelings, secrets and confessions are out there.

I just hope nothing ruins it.


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- Hey everyone, I’m so thankful for your patience with me and I’m so glad to finally have this chapter up. I hope you enjoy this filler and there will be more tomorrow :) Also thank you for your wishes of wellness, they’re very much appreciated 😘

Blind Date

Pairing: Chris Pratt x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 8055

Author’s Note: So, @mf-despair-queen and I were talking about Dylan and Chris on motorcycles and decided to write something with it. Although the fics are different, the do link together in plot/ Make sure you check hers out, cause it’s amazing!


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I’ve had a history of terrible dates, so much that I haven’t gone on a proper date in almost two years. There were a few where they stood me up and a few where they were just plain awful, clearly only wanting sex from me. Living in L.A. is basically the worst place to date, because most of guys I’ve met are egotistical assholes, who only care about themselves.

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Things Said At Family Dinners:
  • “I was gonna leave, but I guess [NAME] needs affection.”
  • “I’m trying to cut back on my vodka intake.”
  • “Does this look like octopus hentai to you?” 
  • “You haven’t seen me in like two weeks, so just come over here and let me look at your veins!!”
  • “Why are you so bad at surfing?”
  • “I kill everything I touch.”
  • “Obviously I like breasts the best.”
  • “Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!”
  • “Are you alive?”  
  • “They’re really concerned about if this is yogurt or not.”
  • “Cardboard works for everything.”
  • “They don’t know I don’t know how to do this.”
  • “Would you eat it even if it didn’t have chocolate?”  
  • “What is this, an IQ contest?”
  • “If he/she can make 50 bucks drawing shitty My Little Pony fan art, why can’t I?” 
  • “Give it some attention after you locked it in the closet all these years.”
  • “Is that called ‘stealing’?”
    “If you mention that one more fucking time I’ll knock you unconscious.” 
  • “I would hope you have enough morals not to steal from a five year old.”  
  • “You better run, you sushi bitch!”
  • “See how  the junior high kids are? They’re so sensitive.”
  • “Let them sacrifice a different virgin, okay?”
  • “Do I need to buy you three cartons of socks?”
  • “What a boring adult gift.”
  • “Damn, [NAME], why did you break his fireplace?”  
  • “I wanna climb rocks..”
  • “Suck your gut in, big boy.”
  • “Overruled.”
  • “By some miracle, I passed my math class.” 
  • “Just focus on school, being happy, and being gay.” 
  • “I kinda feel bad for [NAME] with the way he’s/she’s fucking up his/her own life.” 
  • “I challenge you to a game.. Unless you’ve had enough.” 
  • “Hello, 911? Yes, this is an emergency. [NAME]’s being a little bitch.”  
  • “See, it’s perfectly safe. They have relationships with the gang members.”
  • “Umm excuse me can I please hold your hand?”
  • [NAME] said I look like the little boy from the Shining.” 
  • “My IQ is if you multiply all three of their IQs together.” 
  • "If I get cut, I’m gonna be dead before the week is done.”
  • “Kids are naturally afraid of you.”
  • “Damn, that’s some shit.”
  • “I am not going to tolerate this kind of abuse.” 
  • “Your veins are so great, I just wanna stab them with a needle!”
  • “What kind of rash do you think this is?”
  • “Hey, you know a lot about feet, right?
  • "No, just feel it!”
  • “Can we stop talking about this please?”
  • “When did Brittany Spears get here?”
  • “This provides you with hours of entertainment, doesn’t it?” 
  • “You couldn’t be any gayer even if you tried.” 
  • “How is it I turned out so normal when I have a mother/father like that?”
  • “Today a kindergartener corrected me when I was solving a math problem.”

Guys just imagine:

After they graduate and become pro-heroes, Bakushima and Tododeku become, without knowing, next door neighboors.

Tododeku moved from the start in a small apartment complex building, in a quite neighboor since while they liked saving people, they hated the paparazzi taking pictures of them eating ceareals in the morning.

Some months later, after tons of annoying interviews, stalkers at every corner, cursing, some broken cameras and actually punching a potographer in the face, Bakugou brings up at dinner the ideea of moving in a quiter neighboor this way:

“This fuckers are getting more than annoying with each passing day. If this fuckery keeps up I won’t be surpised when we realise there’s a photographer in our bad when we’re having freaking sex”

Kirishima listens, sadly, while failing to stop Bakugou from making all the neighboors listen to his rant.


Since Tododeku kept the location of their new adress a guraded secret, the two couples didn’t realise they were living next to eachother until one day Kirishima decided to get to know the people around and Izuku to greet his new neighboors.

I think you can expect how their reaction went:

“ I thought I got rid of shitty Deku when I graduated!!!! Everywhere I go, he’s fucking there! Not to mention the Half and Half bastard is here too!! That’s it we are moving!!!!”

“ No, Katsuki we won’t move! We just got here! Besides it is very unmanly to give up your new home, just because some people you don’t really like are your neighboors”

“What did you say!?… You know what, Honey? You are right! Why should we fucking move when those fuckers are the problem. I’ll just make Them want to leave !! Great ideea!”

“ That wasn’t what I was thinking…”
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“ Izuku, are you sure you are ok with this?”

“ Yes! I’m fine! I mean, Kachan and I don’t really get along, but we are both grown up adults. I’m sure we can move on from our conflicts and act civil. Plus if something does happen, Kirishima will be there to make sure Kachan isn’t too…”

“ Self-centered? Violent? Out of control?Annoying?”

“Shouto!”

“Sorry!”

“We’ll be fine! You’ll see!”

“Alright…but if Bakugou insults you in any way he’s getting it…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”
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Shenanigans begin with Bakugou comploting how to make Tododeku want to move, Kirishima trying to stop him, Midoryia being a ball of sunshine that wants for them to get along and Todoroki struggling with his deep desire to freeze Bakugou on the spot.

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Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride [J-Hope]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Fluffity fluffity fluff it’s all fluff and also bad humor
Word Count: 3320
Description: Who knew blind dates could go so RIGHT?

Author’s Note: wahey somehow all my latest fics have been hobi fics…coincidence? i think not. ANYWAYS it’s my faves birthday and i just love him so much so i avoided all my work and everything to write this i mean iw ould have avoided work anyways but whaTERVER THE POINT IS THAT I LOVE HIMA LOT A LOT A LOT i hope he has the nicest day and he knows that he is amazing and beautiful on the inside and the out and that he eats a lot of cake and gets a lot of compliments and presents..he is just so lovely..i love him sosososo much…,,,, now pls..enjoy my bad humor fic

“It’s not like I’m the bride,” you mutter, wedging your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pick at a knot in your hair, making a face to yourself in the mirror as you feel how rough and matted your hair is. Your head is killing you, and all you want is to go back to bed, but apparently cake tasting is more important that you feeling like absolute death, and “Jesus, [Name], you knew we were going to choose a cake today, so I don’t give two shits about your stupid hangover and how you brought it on your own incompetent-at-drinking ass, but you are coming unless you want me to scream in your ear” so you’d just need to pop an aspirin (or, like, six) before you left.

“I know you’re not the bride, but I am, and I want all my bridesmaids to have a date.” You sigh, and Jiyeon tuts on the other end of the call. “Also you put yourself down with a plus one, and we’ve already set all the tables,” she whines.

You drop the length of knotted hair, and grab your hair in handfuls instead, shoving it into a messy, drooping knot, and picking up your toothbrush. “That was before my horrible, dreadful, bad breakup with my shitty, cheating, asshat of a boyfriend you, my dear, dear friend, promised to never mention, remember?

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OtaYuri fic recs #9

Sorry it’s been a while since my last rec post! Plenty of good ones in this batch, though ;)

September by peachys, explicit, 6.5k

Yuri and Otabek get a cat and move in together.

Cures for Burning by stutter, explicit, 8k, WIP

“He said,” Yuri begins, trying to sound cavalier, “Victor goes, ‘Otabek Altin needs to come here and smack the hell out of you,’ and.” He forces a laugh out of his gut and barrels on, like an idiot, “and I was like, good, please, I’d love that, sounds a hell of a lot better than this.”

At that moment, either the Skype call fails or Otabek is stunned into a long silence. Yuri can feel his pulse in his eardrums. He thinks he might throw up. Why the fuck did he have to say that? “Hey, ah, Beka?” he says. “Are you still there?“

Otabek is motionless. Yuri’s terror hardens into rage. “VICTOR!” he bellows. “Your SHITTY INTERNET just went down again!”

Not your usual fairytale by arcsinx, mature, 9.7k, A/B/O AU, mentions of mpreg

Part 2 of the Not Your Usual Fairytale series. Of one thing Yuri Plisetsky is sure: Katya is the most beautiful baby he’s ever seen. None of it have anything to do with the fact that she is his daughter, of course. It’s mostly because she’s the cutest, smallest, perfect mix between Yuri and Otabek. She blinks up at him while he tells her all of that, little hands closing in fists above her. 

Not your usual happy ending by arcsinx, explicit, 6k, A/B/O AU, mpreg

"Daddy?”

Otabek hums in response. It never takes long for Katya to tire of the games on his cell phone. She’d downloaded all sorts of games into it, from truck races to princess dressing. Otabek had read one chapter and a half of his book though. That was good enough when next to his three-year old daughter.

Course and Flow, Surge and Break by MadameFolie, explicit, 956

Beauty and desire are a parallax, ever-shifting with the years and where one stands.

Otabek would marvel at his hands. They used to be delicate, now they’re elegant. Powerful. And his beauty now relentless. Otabek twists to bury his face in his pillow. But what pushes him over the edge in the end is the thought of those eyes, forged to unreal ferocity by time and all the lovelier still. He would like to be as water in Yuri’s arms, shivering with the touches to his surface.

Pink or Blue? by BoxWineConfessions, explicit, 12.9k, multiverse AU

His Yuri pulls off his cock with a hard suck and a sharp pop. Instantaneously his Yuri is back on other Yuri and kissing him deeply. The kiss is sloppy. Thick milky white liquid spills out of the corners of their joined mouths. His come slides between their pink and blue pained lips. Their tongues are coated with it. They pant and moan against one another, and it’s enough to tug Otabek back to attention almost instantly. The two of them argue over and savor his come like it’s something sacred.

OR: A very happy and very smitten Otabek fucks two Yuris.

Shutter-Release by kaijoskopycat, mature, 7.4k, photographer!Otabek, model!Yuri AU

Otabek Altin has been a fashion photographer for longer than he cares to think about and he’s never been as moved by a model as he is when he meets Yuri Plisetsky, one of the most unconventional personalities for a top model out there.

Ready by missbip0lar, explicit, 4.3k

Yuri Plisetsky is ready.

A continuation of this.

Push Your Luck by imagines, teen, 2.6k, hockey player!Otabek AU

Yuri doesn’t even like hockey. The brute force, the hurled insults, and blood on the ice as a mark of honor instead of a sign of a horrible mistake? No thanks. He’s only come early to the rink so he can get on the ice the moment the team has finished practicing. Honestly, he’s not even looking at their shoulders or thighs or anything. He’s too busy snapchatting Mila pictures of his new skate covers (leopard print), the rink (outdoors on a mountain and very very cool), and okay, maybe a cute butt or two. For her sake. Not his. He has a single-minded focus that does not involve hockey players. This will be his first Olympics, and he’s arrived a couple of weeks before he needed to, so he can get comfortable at the rink and sneak in a little sight-seeing as well.

(In which Otabek quits figure skating after the training camp, and they don’t meet again until 2018.)

In Fesh and Bone by csoru, mature, 32k

After recovering from an injury that cut his previous season short, Yuri makes a comeback with a new coach, a new country of residence, and a relationship upgrade. Still: perfection takes effort.

Hearts and Aces by seekingsquake, mature, 10k

“Yura,” Otabek says, and he’s surprised at the way it comes out. Sharper than he meant it to sound, and a little louder. He turns in the cradle of Yuri’s arms and tilts Yuri’s face up so they can look each other in the eyes. “It’s not just you. It’s because it’s you. Understand? I’ve never wanted to be like this with anyone else, so. I feel like…”

Yuri is very observant, always has been, and very smart. He knows Otabek better than almost anyone. He says, “I’m safe for you, okay?”

“Yes,” Otabek murmurs, and he leans his cheek against the top of Yuri’s head. “That’s how I feel. Safe. With you. So.”

“So.” Yuri sort of laughs, and then he kisses Otabek softly, and then he says, “Finish your breakfast. And eat my toast. I don’t want it anymore.”

Raincheck by CalamityK, teen, 1k

“You’ll be better before I leave.” Otabek hums; tracing the patterns of his upcoming routine on Yuri’s thighs.

Yuri meets his eyes. “And if I’m not?”

“Then I’ll just take a raincheck.”
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Or that fic where Yuri is sick and Otabek is simply the best.

Here’s my major issue with how Jasper is treated.

Both Lapis and Peridot got a second chance.

Lapis, who nearly drowned two children, broke Greg’s leg and stole the ocean, got a second chance.

Peridot, who almost killed Steven, knew about the Cluster and returned with a space ship that almost destroyed Beach City, got a second chance.

But Jasper doesn’t?

Yes, I know Jasper has done terrible things but it seems really unfair that both Lapis and Peridot have gotten to be forgiven but Jasper hasn’t. Not to mention I feel like people are so willing to forgive Lapis but not Jasper. Why? Lapis, if anything, she just as bad as Jasper if not worse. I mean thanks to the way the writers handle her, Lapis comes off as cruel instead of aloof. Like I hate Lapis so much right now because instead of you know, apologizing for some of the shitty things she did, she just acts like she didn’t really do anything wrong.

Something about how the writers of SU treat Jasper really bugs me. I don’t know if it’s because she’s one of the few buff characters on the show or what but I am really sick of how she is treated.

anonymous asked:

You can call Dan and phil stupid fucks without it having to be a joke. What they're doing with this whole cultural appropriation thing and then dissing asians IS really stupid and they shouldn't get away with it just bc they're Dan and phil

honestly, i was just trying to cover my bases because a lot of non-asians or non-poc come into my inbox and get offended at me for even mentioning poc issues but this time i’m like ? fuck it. most of my family have monolids and even tho i know dan and phil did not mean it maliciously it still perpetuated a stereotype that really rubs me the wrong way. i’m not trying to start discourse because it’s just a fact that dan and phil do use japanese culture and also made that monolid comment! they aren’t bad people but some things are subconscious and as two white guys they do have the privilege to not think about those things! but like? it still made me feel sorta shitty, that monolid comment! just my own personal experience but like! my family is not a shady group! i know they maybe didn’t even think of it but that is a common stereotype and it sucks! people defend dan and phil to the ends of the earth but like sometimes the things they do aren’t the best and do impact the way people view themselves and the people around them

the mysterious benedict society is so important

  • the second character we meet is miss perumal, an indian woman
  • the team is composed of four different types of intelligence and they are all valued and no one belittles anyone else for being smart in a different way
  • amazing female characters in kate, constance, number two, rhonda, and miss perumal
  • it’s a rly cute story
  • it’s about abandoned children and how shitty institutions treat them
  • it’s also about how children are more intelligent and intuitive than adults and the whole story is about how no one pays attention to kids but really they speak the truth
  • it’s also about how family ties aren’t the strongest and that how families formed through friendship are unbreakable
  • it’s not ableist at all mr. benedict has narcolepsy and number two has insomnia and milligan is depressed in the first book and sticky has anxiety and reynie probably has some form of depression and it doesn’t at all affect their skills or amazingness or leadership or greatness or intelligence or ability
  • the story is rly cute and the characters are rly cute
  • poc!! sticky, rhonda, miss perumal
  • it’s super empowering for youth and shows how kids can solve problems often better than adults and mr. benedict repeatedly stresses that
  • did i mention how cute the story is