drag father

I’ve seen a lot of the “Lance’s family immigrated to America” thing in fanfics, but the beach he mentions is in Cuba, so I’ve been thinking…

Please consider: a Lance who isn’t an American citizen. Who grew up watching Florida’s space shuttle launches through a scope his father dragged down to the beach at Varadero. Who literally spent years trying to train away his Cuban accent so he’d have a better chance of being accepted into the world’s most advanced space program. Who has to balance worries about his student visa not being renewed with the challenges of his tough piloting courses. Whose feelings of inferiority to Keith are being badly exacerbated by snide whispers from classmates about how he must have only gotten in on affirmative action. Whose disappearance causes an international incident between America and Cuba.

(And maybe also: A Lance who’s able to automatically accept Galra!Keith not just because “Ooh fuzzy <3” but because he knows exactly what xenophobia and racism feel like–knows exactly what it’s like to be treated like an alien in the one place he most wanted to belong, and he refuses to ever make someone else feel the way he did.)

Just sayin’.

Happy Father’s Day! Just a reminder to all of you that I don’t have a sugar daddy, I’ve never had a sugar daddy. If I wanted a sugar daddy, yes, I probably could go out and get one because I am what? SICKENING! You could never have a sugar daddy because you are not that kind of girl. Baby everything I have I have worked for and I have got myself. I’ve built myself from the ground up BITCH!!!

Fragmented Night

I heard them before I saw them. At the far end of the street, a lamp flickered as the building next to it was ransacked. Shouts and glass broke the night. My fingers twisted around the curtain and I listened to my parents moving around downstairs. They were not hurrying as I thought they ought given that strange men were moving our way. Perhaps they knew something I did not.

As men wielding sledgehammers against stone and mortar moved closer, the lamps illuminated brown shirts and windows exposed hateful expressions. My toes bent against the carpet and bare legs shifted under my nightgown.

Voices were across the street now. One pointed to our building, but another shook his head and his hammer swung at the window belonging to the family of my classmate, Ruth. A frightened scream echoed the shatters. Ruth’s father was dragged out and brown-shirted men took him away. As his wife wept in the doorway, his daughter looked at my family’s intact storefront, then up at my bedroom window. I found it difficult to meet her sorrow. My gaze shifted to the street.

So many splinters and shards. All reflecting the night.

LKT © 2016

Rainy Days

A/N:Hello everyone! So….. this is my first completed request and I hope that it is at least decent. I merged 2 requests together because I decided that is an easier solution. Also REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN LOVELIES SO REQUEST REQUEST.

Request(s): (@ tardisgrump)  Hey i saw that you would like requests so i have one . Could you do a John Laurens X reader where they have their first kiss in the rain? (anon) could you please do #156 with Laurens?

Prompt: #156= “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

T/W: flufffff

Word count:780 (sorry this is so short)

Time period: Modern High School AU

You stared out the window of your calculus classroom as the raindrops trickled down. You have always loved rain. Ever since you were little. You remembered how your father would drag you outside into the rain and how soaked you would get. 

The bell rang loudly, making you jump slightly. You stood up, grabbing your books and backpack. You walked out of class as school ended, your best friend John standing there. Best Friend. You hate calling him that so much because you have always wanted to be more than friends. But he does not like you as more than a friend. Not possible.

“Hey John!” You smiled to him, which made him jump a bit. As he jumped his curls bobbed up. It was one of the most adorable things you have ever witnessed.

“Oh! Hey Y/N.” John smiled to you. His smile is everything to you. You eventually realized you were staring and blushed, looking away which made him giggle a bit.

“So. Why did you wait for me today?” You questioned, furrowing your brow as he smirked.

“YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?!” You shouted at John, your eyes widening in horror.

“You heard me. We should break into Thomas Jeffersons’ house.” he repeated himself, acting quite proud. You started laughing.

“Okay. And what is your plan for that exactly. And will it work?” You played along. Of course you weren’t going to do this but playing along has never hurt anybody. Right

“Okay so i’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.” He said, in a confident and serious manner. You began to laugh again.

“John. We are NOT breaking into Thomas Jeffersons’ house.” You argued, a smile on your face. 

“Then what are we going to do today?” He frowned.

“Well….. It’s raining and I love rain. Sooo……. We can go into the rain?” You smiled hopefully up at John, your height difference making an obvious appearance. 

“Ugh. Fine. But only because you want to.” He laughed, making you blush a bit. John has always hated rain. This has always been one of your strong differences. 

You grabbed John’s hand and ran outside with him, smiling (and acting) like a child. He chuckled and ran after you. The rain poured down, soaking into your hair. Your jacket wasn’t doing much good considering it isn’t made to endure the rain. 

You jumped in puddles everywhere, some splashing onto John causing him to groan a bit. John stayed under as many things as he could to attempt to not get soaked. It wasn’t exactly working. You on the other hand really didn’t care and actually tried to get wet. 

“John! Do you wanna play a game!?” You smiled to him hoping to get him to stop being so mopey.

“What type of game?” He laughed, rolling his eyes at how childish you were acting. 

“The…. Try to catch Y/N game!” You laughed, running in one direction away from John. He sighed, running after you. You swear that you heard him slip and fall at least twice. You continued running until you got tired, sitting on a random bench.

John finally found you and sat down next to you on the old abandoned bench. He was panting but laughing at the same time, you doing the same.

“You’re a fast runner Y/N.” He laughed breathily. 

“I would say the same to you but I don’t like lying.” You joked, laughing. He rolled his eyes and put his arm around your shoulders. You tensed up slightly, blushing scarlet. You had finally got your breath back and ran away once again, laughing.

John groaned and ran after you for the second time, not slipping this time around. You finally stopped running, to catch your breath, the rain falling a bit harder than before above you, dripping down your face. You hadn’t realized that John was right behind you.

He grabbed your wrist, twirling you around slightly, your face extremely close to his. You smiled, blushing a very dark shade of red.

Out of absolutely nowhere John pressed his lips to yours. You swear you could feel sparks, happiness flowing through you. The rain definetly made this a better experience.

When he pulled away you were blushing like a madman. He smiled all goofy like down at you. “You’re cute when you’re blushing. Did you know that?” He laughed.

“And your cute all around.” You smiled, standing on your tip toes to kiss him again. When you pulled away a red was surrounding his freckled cheeks making you smile.

John definetly doesn’t hate rain now.


one of the saddest and most underrated moments in star wars is when luke is dragging his father’s body and all of the people who had been working for vader are fleeing and not giving a fuck about the man they used to serve except luke would not abandon him even after all the shit he did he still loves his father when no one else in the galaxy does and that fucking kills me

ok this is actually cute ft. older marichat

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Our Yoncé who art from Houston, flawless be thy name. Thy queendom come, thy world be run, by girls as it is intended. Give us this day, a fem'nist way, and love us till the end of time. As we forgive white girls who dance to Formation. And lead us not to texts with fuckboys. But deliver us from scrubs. God damn, God damn, God damn.
—  Chartreuse

there is a house in new orleans
pairing: isaac/malia

The day Malia Tate agreed to let her father drag her along on another one of his church camping trips was the day her life went up in flames. Literally. All she did was accidentally bring one coyote back to life and suddenly she was a witch and being burned alive and ruining the last trip of the year. Then, a week later, she found herself in a similar situation to her coyote friend. She was in the woods, naked, and even more shocking—alive. When she looks for her dad after running home, all she finds is a woman and what she guesses are her two bodyguards. The assurance that the woman, Marin, could keep her safe was all she needed before she was packing her things and moving down to New Orleans, where apparently there was a school for people like her.

The other students she thinks she can get used to, even the magic and mayhem that are now a huge part of her life, but the ghost that lives with them that no one else seems to see? That might take some work, on both their parts.

for isaacled / from halemura

made for round three of the twrarepairexchange.

anonymous asked:

I honestly dragged my father in to do the Benny black widow dialogue and he raced to see the Dr. Dala interaction and the lightswitches in OWB because of how hard he lost it.

LMAO if i ever actually do get a kid I hope I can be a parent like that tbh…

        Aspen bit her bottom lip as she arrived at the pool house. She wore a Poison Ivy one piece, although the swim shorts she wore effectively covered up part of the swim suit. Anxiety bubbled under the surface of her skin and she sat down on the edge of the pool with her feet dipping in the water.  This could be fun. Though, she doubted it. Growing up, even with the premiere parties her father dragged her too, socialization and parties, in particular, were her strong suit. Two years of adulthood hadn’t changed that.