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Reblog if these guys were a big part of your childhood as well.

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cartoon characters re-imagined as millennials

1. Pokémon 
2. Ed, Edd n Eddy
3. Power Puff Girls 
4. Vanellope, Boo, and Lilo 
5. The Proud Family
6. American Dragon: Jake Long
7. Scooby-Doo
8. Totally Spies
9. Sailor Moon
10. Danny Phantom

created by Taisa

anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”

Trimberly Song Series

Perfect-Ed Sheeran

Suggested by: @ashtonsanders97

A/N: This is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

@ashtonsanders97, I hope i was able to do this song justice for you.

Thank you for you suggestion, and

 I hope you enjoy!

I found a love for me

The first time Kim had spotted Trini, her breath had caught against the back of her throat. 

Her lungs had ached, her chest had shuddered; Her knees had weakened, her fingertips had tingled. Her heart had stuttered harshly against the spot it was usually beating so steadily against.

She stopped short in her tracks, and when the other girl’s eyes met hers, everything suddenly felt so still and so fast in one single, simultaneous second.

They both blinked. 

A few moments passed, and something fluttered within Kim’s stomach, but then the other girl glanced away; The moment was over.

That fluttering feeling evaporated, to allow a disheartening and sinking one to take its place, and Kim had to try really hard not to focus on it while the other new guy–newer guy; Zack–yelled out something about seeing this enchanting girl around in the mornings. 

Her ears were too busy ringing to hear what was said in reply, but her attention became acutely focused once more as the rock right under this new girl’s feet crumbled.

And when Kim fell too, all she could think of was how horribly the girl’s scream sounded as it echoed off of the stone surrounding them, and when she sat back up, all she could feel was the immense and almost sickening wave of relief that washed over her when she saw that said girl was okay.

Her hands shook as they all stood together; As they all inspected the strange, black glass that had been exposed; As they all inspected the strange, colored coins they’d found and argued over what to do with them. Her hands shook, and she felt as if her skin, her nerves, were vibrating, purely from the close proximity she and the shorter girl were stood in; She felt lightheaded. 

But suddenly another sound, that differed from the constant one of her erratic pulse, filled her ears and caught her attention. 

“Guys!” she said, effectively cutting off the boys’ bickering. “Do you hear that?”

“Mine security,” Zack muttered; They were screwed. 

“Someone should’ve pointed that out,” Pretty Girl ™ retorted sarcastically, just to rub it in. “Wait. I did.”

And then she started to run away, with the motivation of their impending arrest, and Kim could do nothing to stop her legs from following; The gravitational pull that this literal stranger had on her was already too strong, too immediate, to fight against or understand. 

So, Kim chased after her, partly because of her own survival instinct, partly because of the strange and strong need to ensure the other girl’s survival. 

“Up there!” she had said breathlessly as she made a little more headway, pointing to the speeding van just out of their trajectory. 

Pretty Girl ™ nodded, and they both swerved to better meet the vehicle in its path.

Jason pulled them both in, and their heads popped up over the seats to watch as Billy drove them towards the train tracks. 

Once Zack was pulled in too, the five of them were merely racing against the clock, racing against a train, to make it out of the mine. 

“I hope he has it,” Pretty Girl ™ whispered, her eyes shut tightly and pleadingly.

Kim, in her own fear, forgot to reassure the other girl, and she instead said, “He definitely doesn’t have it.” 

“I’ve got it,” Billy insisted. “I’ve got it.” 

He didn’t have it.

The last thing Kim was aware of before the impact was a soft hand grabbing hold of hers and not letting go.

Darling just dive right in, and follow my lead

So, things were definitely different. 

They were all strong; They all had powers beyond comprehension.

They had survived being t-boned by a train, flipping several hundred feet. They had all scaled a mountain and jumped a ravine with relative ease and as little bloodshed as possible.

And now they were all jumping, willingly, into said ravine to see whatever it was that Billy had discovered when he fell down it–terrifyingly, might Kim add.

“Come on guys, let’s go!” Jason said to the two of them–she and Pretty Girl ™–just before hopping over the edge of the cliff and straightening his body out in preparation for his landing. 

Kim laughed breathlessly, and so did Pretty Girl ™, but as their eyes met, both of their smiles faded. 

The other girl started to walk away, and Kim panicked, so she found herself calling out near immediately, without much thought as to why–Even though she knew it was because she couldn’t bear the thought or reality of never seeing or talking to her again. 

“Hey, wait!” The girl turned slightly. “Can I, um–Can I get a sip of your water? I’m dying.” 

It was the best she could come up with on the spot, but it was an excuse that seemed to work as the other girl just rolled her eyes before walking closer again.

“Fine. Just don’t finish it.” 

Kim nodded.

Their fingertips brushed as the bottle was passed to her, and she swallowed a little thickly. 

“Thanks,” she replied. “And I’m sorry.” 

Delicate eyebrows furrowed over a confused and hazel stare.

“For what?”

Kim didn’t even answer verbally as she grabbed the front of the girl’s jacket and tugged her forward harshly before throwing all of her own weight backwards and off of the cliff. 

She shrieked loudly as the sensation of falling filled her stomach, and she let go of the other girl as they plummeted towards a body of water below.

Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Learning that they were Power Rangers, bound by their responsibility to save the universe, and connected through the morphing grid, was a revelation that shook Kim to her core. 

Aren’t superheroes supposed to be good?  

What was she doing on this team? 

She didn’t belong here… 

She didn’t deserve to be with these people…

She didn’t deserve to be with Billy, who was talkative and intelligent, lovable and loving, selfless and soft where it counted. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Zack, who just wished to be able to protect his mom; Who transferred that wish to the entire population of the world.

She didn’t deserve to be with Jason, who was so used to leading teams, to taking the weight, his whole life; Who was angry and hurt and used those emotions for all of the wrong reasons until he was given the right one. 

She didn’t deserve to be with Trini… Who was brave and beautiful, inside and out; Who had fought all her life, to just be accepted by the people who so wished to shun her; Trini, who, despite her isolation, still had a beating, bleeding heart for humanity as a whole, for the people she let close enough to touch her.

Trini, who didn’t need labels, but was so used to being labeled. Trini, who was too good for all the bad she’d been through, and who was too good for all of the bad that Kim inherently was. 

Kim didn’t deserve to be with any of them, to have the privilege of fighting on the same team as them. But Kim was also selfish, and so she didn’t say anything as they all grew closer–As she and Trini grew closer.

As she and Trini went to Krispy Kreme after school, before training, every day. As she and Trini paired up for Biology lab work and sparring sessions. 

She didn’t say anything, because she couldn’t bring herself to lose something–someone–so special. 

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

The more time continued to pass, the more Kim longed, ached, to be with the other girl. The more time continued to pass, the harder it got to handle their interactions.

Their gazes started to linger for longer seconds. Their touches weren’t as fleeting–as accidental

Their concern wasn’t strictly professional, formal, courteous. 

They were becoming more intrigued, more invested

Kim cleaned Trini’s wounds after the more particularly grueling training sessions, and she walked her home every day. She sought her out in the halls, whenever she could; She made sure no one gave the other girl a hard time.

She tried, with all that she was, to be someone worthy of Trini’s time, and she tried to ignore the feeling of foreboding that hovered over her, as Rita’s imminent attack grew closer, more pressing. 

I will not give you up this time

It had been just a few hours since they’d all last hung out when Kim admitted to Jason in his room why they couldn’t morph, why she was undeserving of their friendship. 

It had been just a few minutes into their conversation when they both got the text from Trini to meet her at the football field. 

It had been with a heavy and sick sensation in her stomach that Kim got into Jason’s truck to meet the other rangers, and it had been with shaking legs that she ran into the empty stadium. 

“So, we’re all here. Where is she?”

Kim could hardly breathe.

“I’m right here,” Trini called, stopping at the top of the cement stairs and looking down at them with more emotion than Kim could ever recall seeing on her. “Look. Rita came to my house tonight.”

Kim really couldn’t breathe now. 

“What?” she heard one of the boys whisper; Zack took an instinctive step forward, but Kim couldn’t move a muscle. 

“Yeah,” Trini nodded. “She’s real.” She tugged down the collar of her shirt to reveal long, harsh, bleeding scratches on the side of her neck. “Real crazy.” 

Kim clenched her fists just as she clenched her jaw, an ugly feeling of anger bubbling within her hotly. 

Trini avoided her gaze, pointedly.

“She almost killed me. Told me that she would spare my life if I could keep a secret.”

Kim kind of zoned out of what was being said, only for a few seconds, as she tried to scan over Trini’s body to find any other less noticeable injuries–in the way the girl stood, shifted her weight, held herself up. 

Jason’s speech is what drew her attention back to the present, to their reality, and though his words were quite rousing, it wasn’t until Trini raised her hand to agree to his plan that Kim did too. 

After all, it was Trini that she would follow off of a cliff. 

But darling just kiss me slow

They got their asses handed to them. They got a reality check. 

They weren’t invincible; They could face loss, and it could be so devastating that the world lost all of its color. 

Regrets and guilt could still affect them and could still be present while they were in battle, meaning that they could still be present if one of them were to be struck down again; If one of them were to not come back. 

So, after Billy came back to them, after they morphed, after they fought the putties–the real, live ones–after they went to the cave to get their Zords, Kim grabbed Trini’s wrist with one of her own gloved hands.

The boys were already bursting through the side of the mountain, ready and rearing to go save the world, but all Kim could see in that moment was the confused glimmer in the other girl’s hazel eyes as her mask came up to reveal her face.

“Kim, what are you doing. We have to g–.”

Kim cut off Trini’s sentence with her lips. 

She poured all of the feeling she could convey into a kiss that could possibly be her last. 

Their lips slotted together in a way that was almost tauntingly perfect, and Trini’s were so soft, and warm, and like everything Kim could’ve ever imagined and more, that when she pulled away, her heart trembled from the aftershock of it all.

And then Trini’s eyes opened slowly, dazed and still as dazzling as ever. 

“Wh–.”

“I just wouldn’t have been able to die with myself knowing that I didn’t do that at least once.”

And then Kim had jogged to her Zord without allowing the other girl to even think of a response. 

After all, they had a universe to protect. 

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

They had defeated Rita; Not easily, but a win is a win, and their team was stronger because of it; They could all feel it.

The happiness Kim felt, the relief that she hadn’t died, that none of her fellow rangers had died, was what had kept her going as they made their way back to the ship, to tell Alpha and Zordon the good news.

She was too high on adrenaline to notice the throbbing pain in her forehead from where it had made harsh contact with the top of her helmet as the metal of her Zord was being crushed around her. She was too high on happiness to feel the warmth of the blood trickling down the side of her temple.

And when they all made it into the ship, they morphed back into their regular clothing, and they stood before Zordon and told him everything; The beginning to the end; From start to slap. 

Jason told of the beginning, Trini and Zack took turns with the middle bit, and Kim hung back some, watching on with a fond smile, as Billy animatedly told of his kick to Goldar’s midsection, towards the end. 

She blinked once and fought back the urge to yawn; The adrenaline was wearing off, exhaustion was setting in, deep and comfortable down in her bones. 

She blinked again, slower, more languid.

And then she swayed, suddenly, her blood loss finally catching up to her, finally catching her attention, and she stumbled slightly as her head became lighter, less grounded.

“Whoa,” she breathed out.

Trini and Jason’s attention moved back to her just as her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Kimberly!”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark

The morphing grid accelerates their already accelerated healing; Their injuries never really have that much of a lasting impact; So Kim didn’t spend a very long amount of time in her unconscious state–maybe two hours, three, tops.  

When she woke up, she was still on the ship, in the med bay. 

A faint voice could be heard speaking in the hall, but other than that, everything was silent. 

For a few moments, she just lay there, staring at the metal grating of the ceiling, and, then, when she finally brought herself to sit up, she lifted a dirty hand to her forehead, to feel at where the skin was now healed over and smooth once more. 

She then tried to stretch her muscles by spreading her sore arms out wide and rolling her head back and forth to try to get the kinks out of her neck. Her skin was still littered with bruises and her entire body felt almost unbearably stiff, but she was still present, still breathing; She couldn’t bring herself to complain. 

“Oh,” came an exclamation, suddenly, from the med bay’s entrance. “You’re awake.”

Kim’s gaze snapped up to meet the one that she hadn’t noticed settle on her, and she felt her heart’s steady beating falter, stuttering and staggered. She stood up and then stared at the other girl, who was nearly stock still in her stance, a few feet away. 

A second passed, a quick heartbeat, and then Trini was walking towards her, purposefully, powerfully. Kim didn’t know what to expect, but when two rough hands shoved harshly at her shoulders, sending her stumbling backwards in surprise, she realized that it definitely wasn’t that.

Her eyes widened as she struggled to regain a sense of stability. 

“What the hell?”

“You’re such an asshole!” Trini shouted at her, hoarse and horribly pained.

The shorter girl pushed at Kim’s shoulders again, but since the pink ranger was more prepared, she didn’t stumble. 

“Trini, what are you–?”

“You can’t do that!” Trini cut her off, fiercely. “You can’t just–You can’t just kiss me, and then run off to save the world like it didn’t happen! You can’t kiss me, and then collapse after the battle!”

The yellow ranger’s hands came up again, but when they landed on Kim’s chest they were weak and harmless, allowing the taller girl to grab a hold of them. Trini let out a shuddering breath, that rattled through her heaving chest, and her eyes closed, as Kim raised her own hands to then frame the girl’s jaw.

A second of silence passed, and Trini spent it releasing a slow exhale of air through her nose; Kim waited patiently.

“You just completely collapsed,” she whispered after a moment, her eyelids sliding apart slowly to meet Kim’s stare. “Like the injury wasn’t even that bad, but you just crumpled to the ground, and you looked so pale and motionless; It was horrible.”

Kim frowned, and her thumbs began to stroke softly across the skin of Trini’s cheekbones, soothing and sincere.

“I’m sorry,” she said earnestly. “I promise, I wasn’t trying to be reckless. I just honestly didn’t even feel the injury through all of the adrenaline.”

Trini swallowed thickly, and she nodded slightly before bringing her hands up so that she could wrap her fingers around Kim’s wrists–an attempt to ground herself.

“You scared me.”

A twinge of pain reverberated through Kim’s chest at the subtle crack in Trini’s voice, and her frown deepened as her eyebrows furrowed further over her gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” she repeated; It was the only thing she could think to say.

Trini shook her head then.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I-I was just scared, because I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I didn’t get to return the favor at least once.”

“Wha–.”

And in a full-circle sort of moment, Kim’s sentence was cut short by the abrupt pressing of soft lips against her own.

The hands on her hips shifted, and then warm arms were wrapping fully around her waist, pulling her closer, more flush against Trini’s body. Her fingers tangled themselves effortlessly within the long strands of Trini’s hair, and her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed back with all that she was, and maybe a little bit more after that too…

Because this kiss wasn’t as rushed as their first; There was no impending doom, no villain to fight, nobody else but each other waiting for them to be their salvation.

This kiss was breathtaking, soul shaking, and Kim felt her chest ache so wholly from its effects that when they pulled away once more, she almost staggered backwards; Trini’s grip on her was too tight to let her go though. 

“Oh,” she breathed out, leaning down to rest their foreheads together.

“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Trini said lightly. “Did you really think that you were the only one wanting to share a kiss?”

Kim could feel the light dusting of pink that colored her cheeks then, and she bit her lip bashfully, a shy smile lifting one corner of her mouth; Trini’s eyes shone with endearment as they watched her.

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Kim admitted. “I didn’t think that you actually liked me back, or that you would even be interested in a relationship with me. And now that I think about it, this still doesn’t mean that you want a relationship, because a kiss doesn’t automatically mean that you’re in a relationship with someone. So–.”

Trini kissed her again, to shut her up, and Kim couldn’t really complain at all, as the girl smiled into her mouth. 

“I want a relationship with you,” Trini whispered against her lips. “As long as you’ll have me?”

Kim didn’t answer verbally; She didn’t have to.

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

“Trini. Dance with me.”

The shorter girl looked over to Kim from where she had been gazing at the stars in the dark sky above them. 

The moonlight illuminated her hazel irises in that breath-stealing way it always did, and it cast beautiful shadows across the features of her face effortlessly.

Training had ended about an hour before, and they had both decided a little alone time would be a great way to end the day; So, they were sat near the edge of the very same cliff Kim had thrown them off of, their fingers entwined and their attention shifting from the sky to each other and back again, lazily.

The time had passed in relative silence, calm and comfortable, until Kim spoke.

Trini’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?”

Kim smiled at her, and she slowly got to her feet before extending her hand down for Trini to take. 

“Dance with me,” she repeated simply. 

“There’s no music?” Trini said, even while she took Kim’s hand into her own again and stood too.

Kim shrugged.

“That’s okay. My favorite thing to listen to is your heartbeat.”

Trini smiled then as well, and she stepped closer as Kim reached for her waist.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you, honey,” Kim whispered before she then started to sway from side to side, prompting Trini to do the same, engaging them in an easy and slow dance, perfect for two young teens in love. 

When you said you looked a mess

“You’re beautiful.”

Trini laughed lightly, a beautiful sound that floated atop the wind.

“I honestly look horrible,” she retorted, quietly and without real malice. “I’m pretty sure there’s dried blood on my shirt right now, babe.”

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

“Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for reading! Once again, this is the first part in a Trimberly song series I’m going to be doing with songs I’ve been sent, and with songs I personally choose. I always love to have new suggestions, so please feel free to send me songs or prompts in my ask, and I’ll try to get to them as quickly as possible.

This will also be posted on AO3; My username is KHart, and I have another piece written called Lover’s Lies, if you are at all interested.

Once again thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

Til next time!

-S

Political prisoner Leonard Peltier once wrote, “When you grow up Indian, you don’t have to become a criminal, you already are a criminal.” Through the drug trade, U.S. government has effectively marketed the policing and imprisonment of minorities as the key to public safety, and therefore marked them as targets of state terror. This unearths how Native men can be incarcerated at four times the rate of white men, how Native women can be incarcerated at six times the rate of white women. It demonstrates how the flooding of crack cocaine into Black communities during the ’70s correlated with a sharp increase in minimum sentencing laws that helped put 1.7 million Black people under some form of correctional control. It reveals how native Hawaiians, who represent just 20 percent of the state’s population, can comprise 40 percent of the its incarcerated. […] Indeed, of minorities and the poor it fashions enemies of the state with the intent to exercise terror. From the origins of police, to the school-to-prison-pipeline, to the vast network of U.S. incarceration, this has been the enduring legacy of the American judicial system — not safety, and certainly not justice.

seen here: johnny giving RJ the thumbs up, indicating that Ed’s a cool dude yo

seen here: RJ giving Ed the “I’m watching u” finger gesture to indicate that while they trust Johnny, they don’t yet trust Ed

seen here: RJ talking in front of Ed and sitting near the two as well. 

What I’m getting at here is…..Will Ed become a true heart foreverboy? Or perhaps will he now gain immunity from bullying for life? Listen, this is all very important to me.

Cannot wait until the days are long enough to use natural light for dinner pictures ☀️

Keeping things simple to get my eating habits back on track.

Ran over 35km this weekend and practiced 120 minutes of yoga, studied pathology, and went out with friends. The perfect balance 👌🏼

“men don’t find it attractive when yo-” WOW for a second there I almost thought women lived just to please men haha almost scared me there