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Sweet Dreams (4)

Rating: T
Pair: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (poly relationship)
Word count: 1,011

Part one ; Part two ; Part three ; Part five ; Part six ; Part seven ;  Part eight ; Part nine ; Part ten ; Part eleven 

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It’s been four days since you last saw Taehyung. You weren’t angry, though, you knew he was going to be busy since they were getting ready for their first tour, and honestly, you were happy for him.

Taehyung, however, was very bothered by this fact. When you two had started dating, he had promised you that he wouldn’t go days without seeing you unless it was absolutely necessary. According to him, it wasn’t necessary to be busy trying to nail the choreography and songs.

It was a few days before they left to go to a differently country, and he was planning to come over and bring Jungkook so you could spend time together one last time before they went out. While you waited, you decided to freshen up. You showered and pulled your hair into a ponytail, settling on wearing sweatpants and a camisole that showed just a bit of cleavage.

As you finished getting ready, you heard a knock on your front door, followed by the sound of said door opening. “Jagiiii” your brunette boyfriend called from the front room.

You walked out into the living room where the two boys were. “Oh hey, guys.”

They both looked at you, Taehyung grinning and Jungkook blushing slightly at the dip of your shirt. “Jagiya I missed yoou!” the brunette said, walking over and hugging you close.

When you glanced over his shoulder, you saw Jungkook looking at you. When he noticed you looking, he gave you his bunny smile and a little wave.

And so the visit went, just as every other visit went, with the three of you doing some small activity and chatting over it. After a few hours, you noticed Taehyung’s expression changed. Before you got the chance to ask him what was wrong, he spoke.

“Jungkook, do you like me and Y/N?”

You looked at Taehyung incredulously. The aforementioned man, who had been taking a sip of water, choked, coughing as he tried to compose himself. “W-What?”

Taehyung never faltered, leaning forward in his seat. “Do you have feelings for Y/N and me?”

You tried to find the words to say as Jungkook played with his shirt. “Well…you two are dating…” he mumbled quietly.

Taehyung quickly shook his head. “But pretend we aren’t. Do you like us?”

You frowned and grabbed Taehyung’s arm “Tae, seriously, you don’t need to ask him this stuff-”

He quickly cut you off. “No, I do. I don’t wanna go on tour being around him not sure if he feels the same.”

Jungkook looked at him, confused. “Wait…the same..? Hyung, do you like me?” he asked, looking at you worriedly before back at the brunette.

He gave him a small smile. “Yeah, both of us do. So we want to know how you feel about us,” he said, taking your hand.

The maknae bit his lip before looking between the two of you. “I…I do like you…both of you…” he said quietly.

Taehyung nodded and smiled, looking at you. “Do you think we should ask him?” to his question, you gave him a small nod. 

“Jungkookie, would you like to join our relationship?”

Jungkook looked surprised before looking down, a soft smile on his face. “I’d love to..”


After Taehyung and Jungkook left for tour, they video called you whenever they could. Today was no different, being three weeks and four days into you being separated from them. 

You were laying on your couch, playing with your phone when you saw that you had a call from Taehyung on skype. You sat up and answered, the faces of your boyfriends coming up on your screen. “Hey you two” 

Taehyung grinned widely at you. “Hi, Jagiya! We’re in Japan!” 

Jungkook gave you a soft smile and a small “Hi noona”. While you’d been dating for almost a month, it still hasn’t seemed to really hit Jungkook yet. You figured it probably would when the two got back and were around you again.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face. “I know you are, I saw your interview earlier. How is it in Japan?” you asked, leaning your elbow against the back of the couch and your cheek on your hand.

Jungkook smiled. “The people are pretty nice and the foods pretty good.” he said.

Taehyung nodded quickly. “Y/N, me and Kookie went to this amazing restaurant in Tokyo, we have to take you sometime.” to which Jungkook nodded in agreement. You’re guessing that they’d both enjoyed it a lot since he knew what one Taehyung was talking about.

You watched as the brunette leaned into the younger, resting his head into his shoulder. “We’ll have to at some point once the fans can know about me. It sounds like you two had some really good food.”

The older pouted at your words. “Can’t we just talk about you now? We could post that picture we took before we left to twitter…”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and saw Jungkook look at Taehyung with wide eyes. The picture was insisted by Taehyung, it was a picture with you in the middle, and theyre both kissing your cheek, while making a heart below your chin.

You shook your head quickly. “Tae I’m sorry, you’re just starting out so it probably wouldn’t be good for you to have a girlfriend publicly right now…especially since you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend that you work with.”

Taehyung groaned and dropped his head in defeat. “I guess you’re right…”

Jungkook rubbed his back before looking at the camera, about to say something before stopping as there was a knock on the door, a deep voice of who you were guessing was Namjoon telling them that they need to get ready to go somewhere.

Taehyung lifted his head and you gave them both a warm smile. “You two should go. I’ll be here, waiting for you to be available, okay?”

They both nodded, Taehyung bidding you farewell with an “I love you” while Jungkook just wished you a good day before the call ended.


Again, I’m so sorry this is late, and not very well executed. I had a week and a half where I wasn’t motivated to do anything so I had a lot of issues writing.

As the Radio Plays

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Today is the biggest day of your life. You walk towards your forever and always, the love of your life waiting for you to take his hand.

Warnings: Just cursing, really.

Word Count: 3,879(For fuck’s sake, Cass. Get a grip.)

A/N: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’M SORRY. No one asked for this shit, idk. I also love you all so, so much. Especially Becca (but y'all already knew that, right?) because she is my favorite and she helps me and lets me ramble at her anD IF YOU’RE NOT FOLLOWING HER, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?? SHE IS A LEGEND. HER WRITING HAS MURDERED ME. I AM POSTING THIS FROM THE GRAVE.

Something old.

Kenny Lattimore’s “For You” played softly in the background as your fingertips traced over the silver chain of the locket that was clasped around your neck, the pendant hanging midway down your chest.

It was an old family heirloom, something you’d inherited from your grandmother when you sat with her moments prior to her last breath. Despite the severity of her dementia, she had never once forgotten your existence, always asking for you in the middle of the night, talking about you to anyone that’d listen, buying you random things (she once bought you a winter coat in the middle of July because you’d mentioned that you were chilly while eating ice cream in a fully air conditioned room a couple days before) to keep you happy. It was only right to wear this keepsake, especially on this day. Inside the locket was a picture of her and your grandfather, both of whom had left this realm not too long ago.

Lin was with you when you got the phone call. Both of you were lounging comfortably on the couch one late night on a Saturday, TV remote in his hand, his arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, your legs stretched across his lap, and your head nestled into his neck. The chirping of your dinky flip phone echoed throughout the apartment both of you shared, and you got up to answer it.

He was at your side when your voice cracked as you spoke with your mom on the other line, a look of worry on his face as he rubbed your back in a desperate attempt to soothe your muffled cries. Left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand never let go of yours as the two of you trekked through two and a half hours of weekend city traffic from Connecticut where both of you were sophomores in college. He pulled up a chair to sit next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling apart as you held onto your grandmother’s hand. He was your rock during the funeral, despite his constant need for tissues too. His tears fell just as hard as yours did on nights when you wanted her back. Your tears stained all of his shirts and sweaters because he just wouldn’t let you mourn alone.

Your grandmother was just as much his as she was yours, especially since the two of you were highschool sweethearts.

You knew Lin would smile the second he saw the locket.

Something new.

Looking at the ground, you caught a glimpse of your shoes. You marveled them, admiring the white lace that covered the blue suede surface. Cute, chic, and comfortable. You were convinced you hit the trifecta, especially considering the trouble you went through to find them.

After spending countless hours looking for the perfect pair, you were practically ready to give up. With desperation at its peak, you were already willing to wear a pair of Converse at this point because you were just too picky of a person to actually find something you liked.

You called Lin as you wandered the mall aimlessly, frustration causing smoke to come out of your ears, ranting about how every store was stupid because they either had pairs you liked but none in your size or they had your size in every shoe, but they were all hideous.

“I mean, they’re just gonna come right off at the end of it anyway,” he said over the phone, snickering a little.

Part of you wanted to yell at him, but you knew he was right. Sure, you wanted everything to be perfect, down to the very last detail, but Lin had a very valid point.

You’d been gone for ten hours already, and he was pleading for you to come home.

“I need to find the right pair though,” you whined as you approached the other end of the mall. “I don’t know what to get.”

“Uhhh,” he let out a long sigh. “I’m nowhere near being fashion forward, but is there a particular style you’re looking for?”

You groaned inwardly, throwing your head back in sheer exasperation. Who knew this shit was super exhausting? It wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies like everyone else made it out to be.

“I don’t know, something…”

“Okay, let’s do this. My dad made my sister and I play this game when we were little and indecisive.”

“I don’t wanna play games, Lin.”

“Just do it, babe. Come on, humor me.”

Ugh, his tone of voice melted you to the core. You found a nearby bench and took a seat, waiting for his silly game to begin.

“Pick a color,” he told you. “Don’t think about it, just say what comes to mind.

“Blue.”

“Pick a… fabric? Yeah, let’s go with that. Fabric, Y/N.”

“Um, I don’t–”

“No, don’t think!”

“Fine, lace,” you huffed, already annoyed with the entire ordeal.

Lin let out a conniving laugh. “I could think of something lacy…”

“Come on, you jerk, the mall is closing in forty-five minutes!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Uhh, what else describes a shoe? Oh! Heel or no heel?”

“Do you mean flats?”

“Shut up and answer the question, don’t be a smart-ass.”

A laugh fell from your lips and for a moment, you didn’t feel so frustrated. “Heels.”

“Okay! That’s what you want! A white shoe with lace and a heel. That’s what you’ll look for.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Lin.”

“Damn it, just humor me, okay? Maybe it works. Who knows?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, questioning why you even consulted him in the first place. With a sigh, you got up and approached the last shoe store in the mall.

“Fine, you win. I’ll be home soon.”

“You better,” he replied. “‘Cause otherwise, I’m gonna go buy a pair of shoes for you tomorrow and you know that’d be a disaster. And plus, I want you to come home already. That lacy thing isn’t gonna do much by itself.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Don’t deny me of my favorite thing,” he teased, and you knew just by the sound of his voice exactly the kind of expression he was making. “Okay, go shop. I love you.”

“Uh-huh, okay. Love you too.”

The second you hung up the phone, you walked through half of an aisle and spotted it. The exact pair you visualized in your head just moments ago.

Shit, you thought to yourself. Maybe he did deserve the lace tonight.

A snort escaped your lips as you recalled that particular memory and you were thankful no one was in the room with you despite everyone hovering over you all morning.

Something borrowed.

You brought a hand up to twirl your finger around a stray curl, turning around to admire your best friend’s work in the mirror. A striped navy blue and white bow tie held your hair in place, keeping half of your hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail and leaving the rest of it to cascade down to the middle your back.

The bow tie was part of a costume Lin had worn during a high school production where the two of you had played leads opposite each other.

It felt appropriate to incorporate a little piece of the musical that had brought you two together. The moment he sang “Easy to Love” to you (your character really, but it didn’t stop you from daydreaming) with full blocking and choreography was the moment you fell for him. Sure, you were sixteen and doe-eyed, and sure, you were just playing characters, and sure, you were merely there to put on a show, but it didn’t stop you from falling so quickly and so easily.

During the last tech rehearsal, Lin had pulled you aside, grabbing you by the arm just seconds before you left the auditorium. He led you to the dim control booth, tucked away from everyone else.

You remember your heart thumping about madly in your chest, the overwhelming anxiety washing over you. He took your hand in his and flashed you the cheekiest smile you’ve ever seen. And even though you just wanted to stand there forever and ever and ever and ever and ever with him, there was a show you had to run.

He didn’t care though, no matter how many times you told him that you two had to go join the rest of them (your heart was cursing at you every time you did it too), he just shook his head, telling you that he just wanted to spend time alone with you for a little while longer.

When you asked him why, his answer was simple.

“I’m trying find reasons not to like you, but I’ve come to the conclusion that those reasons don’t exist.”

Dear Jesus, those words melted you when they fell upon your teenage ears, but in retrospect, you have never heard anything cheesier.

But hey, it worked.

Next thing you knew, both of you were holding hands throughout the hallways of your school, stealing pecks on the lips during passing period, constantly joined at the hip every chance the two of you were in the same room.

There was no such thing as “you and Lin” from that point on. Anyone that knew both of you referred to you guys as “they” or “the lovebirds” or “the couple that makes everyone uncomfortable with how much they love each other but we let them do their thing because nothing will stop them”.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, your eyes welled up as you stood in awe of your reflection, completely mesmerized by the fact that it was happening today.

Something blue.

You brought your right hand up to your face to dab away a tear that was threatening to ruin your makeup, catching a quick glimpse of the blue diamond ring on your fourth finger.

The sight of that ring alone made you want to spring a leak even more because it was really happening. You were moments away from the living the rest of your life, and that very ring just tied it all together, symbolizing the love, the memories, and the desire to live as one.

It all happened on early Christmas morning during your junior year of college.

The two of you sat on the steps of your childhood home down in Lower Manhattan, your head rested comfortably on his shoulder and your hands nice and toasty between his. All the other guests were saying their goodbyes in the living room, giving the two of you a few moments alone.

“Y/N?” He whispered, making sure you weren’t half-asleep.

You grunted in reply, the heaping plate of food you’d consumed a while ago nearly sending you to the Land of Nod.

Lin sat up, causing you to follow suit as you shot him an annoyed glare.

He simply reciprocated with a soft smile on his face, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. “We can sleep after this, I promise.”

“After what?” You asked, still irked at him for waking you up.

“I just wanted to say that I love you,” Lin murmured, his gaze into your eyes not faltering.

You threw your head back and groaned. “Lin, if that’s all you were gonna say, couldn’t that have just waited until later?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “It can’t wait.”

“What are you talking about–”

“Y/N, you are… words cannot describe how much you mean to me. Our whole lives have been such roller coasters, and things and people have come and gone. But you… you were the only thing that remained constant in my life and I just can’t fathom living without you. Someone as amazing, as loving, as… perfect as you only comes once in a lifetime.”

Lin looked down at your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, and you saw the corners of his lips tug into a soft grin.

“You’re my tether to reality, baby,” he spoke up again, bringing his eyes back to yours. “I’m a kite with ten thousand more meters of string to go, flying up to Orion, and you’re the one at the end of it all, holding onto me to make sure that I don’t fly too far away. I’ve found the key to finding love because of you. It’s messing up the pattern on purpose. So I did just that. I skipped a stitch and left a tiny hole to let the cold in and I’m so grateful that you’re the one that filled it.”

It was hard to believe that just moments ago, you were pissed at him all because he woke you up, but there you sat, eyes misting as you heard the absolute love of your life tell you how much you meant to him.

Was it corny? Fuck yeah, but that’s just the person Lin was, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s because of you that I’ve learned the meaning of bliss. It’s-it’s…” He stalled for a moment, his fingers trying to grasp at seemingly tangible words. “It’s the moments when you’re with me, when you’re standing next to me, holding my hand, existing with me. It’s when we lie together underneath our sheets in our bed in our apartment, and I’m just holding you. It’s us just being right here, and I’m doing nothing but holding your hand and I already feel like I’ve won a lifetime of happiness. It’s merely the thought of you, period.”

You placed your hands his cheeks, unable to bear one more second of your life without kissing him, so you pressed a tender kiss on his lips and he met your tenderness with so much passion and love.

When he broke away, he looked at you with the same goofy grin he had all those years ago when the two of you first got together, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face.

“Marry me,” he whispered as he pulled out a black box from his front pocket, opening it up to expose the white gold, blue diamond ring inside.

It wasn’t phrased as a question. It didn’t need to be.

It was a statement all on its own.

With tears blurring your vision, gasped at the ring before you and nodded quickly, silently accepting your fate of becoming his wife.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he slipped the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand, kissing you once it was secured in its rightful place.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands as you melted into him, tears now rapidly falling.

“I love you,” you murmured softly in reply, your nose brushing against his. “Yes, Lin. I will absolutely marry you.”

And there you stood in front of the mirror a year and a half later, a crying mess in your strapless eggshell white ball gown. The song that perfectly depicted your entire life with Lin thus far came to a close, fading in the background. Your fingers smoothed over the beaded lace along its sweetheart neckline, as you carefully dabbed your tears away with a handkerchief, mumbling profanities to yourself because your emotions were ruining the expensive makeup.

This was it. This was the beginning of the rest of your life.

Walk down the aisle, listen to words, say words, put on rings, kiss him, leave married, you thought with a smile on your face. I’m getting married today. In ten minutes. I will have a husband by the time this is over. Don’t fall. Jesus Christ, don’t trip when you walk, oh my God.

“Y/N,” a voice said softly from the other side of the door, interrupting the internal conversation you were having with yourself.

It swung open and you turned around to see your best friend and maid of honor standing in front of you with a worried look.

“What’s up?” You asked her, unsure of the expression on her face. “I’m just getting married, not dying.”

She looked at you and shook her head, unable to speak at all. Without a word, she made a beeline for you and grabbed your hands, still finding the right words to say.

“He’s not here,” she told you, her voice barely a whisper. “Lin… He left.”

Your felt your throat closing in and you held your breath as you tried to make sense of it all.

“But you said he was here. You said he was getting ready.” The little monster that called your chest home was knocking on its walls like it was trapped, begging and pleading to be released.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but he walked out–”

“So he just left?”

At that moment, your world came crashing down. All of this preparation for nothing.

Did he not remember what he told you? Did he not remember all those moments you’ve spent together? Did he just forget everything?

Did you mean nothing to him anymore?

You pushed past your best friend and marched down to the groom’s dressing room in search of him, tears already threatening to fall once again but for a different reason now. The three other bridesmaids met you halfway and tried to stop you, protecting you from the embarrassment, the heartbreak, and the emptiness of knowing that the one person who had promised to stay just got up and walked away, abandoning you and shattering every dream you had of a happily ever after.

Your mother and bridal party whisked you back to your dressing room and tried to talk to you, to comfort you at the very least, but you just sat down and stared into space, the tears long dry by this point. You were stunned, confused, disappointed, livid, heartbroken, speechless, and every emotion in between. Here you were, ready to sign, seal, and deliver yourself to the absolute love of your life, but he, for some ungodly reason, didn’t think so.

Never in a million years did you imagine being left at the altar.

You were left at the altar.

He left you at the altar.

God, you just felt so stupid. You were so naive and childish for thinking you deserved a happy ending.

The door to your dressing room quietly opened and one of the groomsmen peeked his head in the door, trying to gauge the severity of the situation.

Silently, he broke through the circle of women that surrounded you and approached you, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out an envelope.

“I, um, found this,” he said in a hushed tone, handing it to you. “It was on the armoire in his dressing room.”

You stared at it at first, not wanting to take it because part of you believed that it would only further manifest this nightmare you so desperately wanted to shake.

Taking it, you held it in your hands and just looked at it blankly, unsure of what kind of hell it would reveal.

After a minute of silence, you raised your head to speak, not exactly looking anyone in the eye.

“Can I be alone, please?” You asked, not quite registering the sound of your own voice. Everyone nodded sympathetically and exited the room, leaving you to your thoughts.

You held the envelope in your hands, studying the name scribbled in haste on the front. It just looked back at you menacingly and part of you wanted to burn it along with every other memory you had. But still, you wanted– no, needed– answers.

Gingerly, you opened it up and welled up at the sight of Lin’s handwriting, stuck between wanting to throw it away in anger or hold it to your chest in heartache. After taking a moment to brace yourself, you finally found the courage to read the contents of your heartbreak.

My dearest, my beloved,

I love you to the ends of the earth. I love you in a way my heart does not know how to articulate.

I am so sorry.

This isn’t what I wanted to do, please believe that. Please believe that my intentions are never to hurt you, because trust me, this is the last thing I wanted to do, especially to the woman I have had the utmost pleasure of calling the love of my life.

But I just can’t do this.

We just barely graduated college three weeks ago and we have our whole lives ahead of us. We’re so young, so naive, so… new to this.

My eyes have only known your face, my tongue has only known your taste, my nose has only known your scent, my ears have only known your voice, my fingertips have only known your skin, my heart has only known your love, and I can’t help but wonder if life has something else in store.

Please believe me when I say that you have always been enough. This has nothing to do with you not being right for me.

I hate how much of an asshole I sound as I write this. I just don’t know how to say it.

But my point is that we’ve only known each other. You deserve the chance to see the world, to learn new things, to be with someone else besides me. You deserve someone who can be with you without feeling like he needs to question what other doors might open later in the future.

Right now, I’m not that person.

Please believe that I’m doing this because I know, in my heart of hearts, that you deserve the best of the best. And I know that I can’t be the best for you. Not right now, not in this moment.

My heart will always belong to you.

I will forever pray that I find my way back to you someday, that the future will bring you back to me, that fate will be on my side and you’ll be in arms again.

But I am not in the position to promise to be your husband when I am still not sure who I want to be.

I love you, and I’m certain of this. I’m just not certain that now is not the right time.

Your tears stained the paper you held in your trembling hands, and you couldn’t help but let out a sob.

If he really loved you, then why did he leave? Why did he want to pursue other leads?

You wanted to see the world, to learn new things, to grow old with him. There was no one else you had in mind, no one else you could ever dream of loving.

Just please never, ever forget that I sincerely, truly, genuinely, absolutely love you.

Irrevocably so.

I am so sorry, my love. Te extraño y te amo mucho, mi cariña.

Until we meet again.

Siempre,
Lin

That was it.

The love of your life had willingly erased himself from the narrative, leaving you heartbroken and alone.

You fell to the ground, wrinkling your Goddamn wedding dress, ruining your makeup, shattering all of your hopes and dreams of being happy.

It was over.

Happiness would never find you again.

My favorite thing about Gef the Talking Mongoose is that he supposedly warned the family he lived with of dangers in the middle of the night, such as the stove being left on or strange people or dogs in the area.  The latter especially- I just love picturing someone being woken up by strange scratchings in the middle of the night to be told in a very important manner by a mysterious voice, that there was a dog a minute ago.

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Not Bad of A Choice (Baekhyun) ~ Part 7

I hope you guys liked this one~♥

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-Baekhyun-

“What the hell is your relationship with her?!” I questioned as I grabbed him by his shirt collars. I didn’t know what came over me but I just did it, feeling anger build up inside of me. The guy looked scared for a moment until he realized it was me.

“What’s it to you? It’s not like you care about her.” he answered as he gripped my wrists to remove my hands from his shirt. I did let go but the fists remained by my sides.

“Answer the damn question.” I demanded as my glare strengthened. He then let out a scoff before a smirk adorned his face. He crossed his arms and leaned back onto the wall behind him.

“What, now that you found out your girlfriend really is a cheater, you think you can feel jealous of everyone being around (Y/n)?” he asked and only grinned when my face grew angrier.

“I am not jealous! I’m just…looking out for the people she’s hanging around.” I growled out but he just let out a loud laugh.

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  • “Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that — the face of our next president!?” (Talking about Carly Fiorina)
  • “I think — I think, for me, nuclear is just the power, the devastation is very important to me." 
  • "They said, ‘Mr. Trump, there may be someone with tomatoes in the audience.’ So if you see somebody getting ready to throw a tomato, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell — I promise you, I will pay the legal fees." 
  • "She just said a terrible thing. You know what she said? Shout it out. [Audience member shouts.] Okay, you’re not allowed to say, and I never expect to hear that from you again. She said — I never expect to hear that from you again! — she said: 'He’s a pussy.’ That’s terrible.” (Even Trump’s wife scolded him for this comment)
  • “There’s a guy, totally disruptive, throwing punches; we’re not allowed to punch back anymore. I love the old days. You know what they used to do to guys like that when they were in a place like this? They’d be carried out on a stretcher, folks."  (Lynch mobs are what he is referring to)
  • "If I become president, oh, do they [the New York Times and The Washington Post] have problems. They’re going to have such problems. And one of the things I’m going to do — and this is only going to make it tougher for me, and I’ve never said this before — but one of the things I’m gonna do if I win — and I hope I do, and we’re certainly leading — is I’m going to open up our libel laws so when they write purposely negative and horrible and false articles, we can sue them and win lots of money." 
  • "He referred to my hands. If they are small, something else must be small. I guarantee you there is no problem. I guarantee." 
  • "The answer is that there has to be some form of punishment. There has to be some form.”  (Referring to women who may have an illegal abortion)
  • "Black guys counting my money! I hate it. The only kind of people I want counting my money are little short guys that wear yarmulkes every day." 
  • "Laziness is a trait in blacks." 
  • "A well-educated black has a tremendous advantage over a well-educated white in terms of the job market. I think sometimes a black may think they don’t have an advantage or this and that… if I were starting off today, I would love to be a well-educated black." 
  • "The concept of global warming was created by and for the Chinese in order to make U.S. manufacturing non-competitive.”
  • “ 26,000 unreported sexual assults in the military-only 238 convictions. What did these geniuses expect when they put men & women together?” 
  • “It must be a pretty picture, you dropping to your knees.” 
  • Praised North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un
  • “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose voters”
  • Repeatedly claims to have donated millions of dollars to charity, but no one can find evidence of the donations
  • “Who the f knows? I mean, really, who knows how much the Japs will pay for Manhattan property these days?” 
  • You have to treat women like shit
  • “When a man leaves a woman, especially when it was perceived that he has left for a piece of ass—a good one!— there are 50 percent of the population who will love the woman who was left.” 
  • “I will build a great wall — and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me —and I’ll build them very inexpensively. I will build a great, great wall on our southern border, and I will make Mexico pay for that wall. Mark my words.” 
  • “Jeb Bush has to like the Mexican illegals because of his wife.” 
  • “Maybe [the protester] should have been roughed up. It was absolutely disgusting what he was doing.” 
  • “If you look at his wife, she was standing there. She had nothing to say. She probably, maybe she wasn’t allowed to have anything to say. You tell me. But a plenty of people have written that. She was extremely quiet, and it looked like she had nothing to say. A lot of people have said that.” (Referring to the Kahn family)
  • “Hillary wants to abolish, essentially abolish the Second Amendment. And by the way, if she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks. Although the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don’t know.” 
  • “No, I’m not into anal.” 
  • “Sorry losers and haters, but my I.Q. is one of the highest -and you all know it! Please don’t feel so stupid or insecure, it’s not your fault”

I could go on, but there aren’t enough hours in the day.

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Today I had a lecture on breeds where we were told that there are 109 breeds of sheep in the UK and 1409 world-wide. I can name a few breeds from my work experience over the years but I thought it was time to get to know some of the main contributors to the UK lamb and wool industries. I have to admit I had no idea that sheep came in so many shapes and sizes!

25% of the world’s sheep population are known as ‘fat-tailed’ sheep. They have distinctively large tails and hindquarters and aren’t as common in Europe. Fat is stored in their tail area making it popular for cooking. Some of these sheep have coarse wool which has a limited value in the commercial market. A great example if a fat tailed sheep in shown in the top left image. That is a Blackhead Persian, an example of a ‘hair sheep’ that does not grow wool.  These are very rarely seen in the UK as they are suited to warmer climates and bred for meat alone.

Sheep breeds come from the hills, uplands and lowlands. Due to stratified crossbreeding in the UK purebred and crossbred sheep are both popular in the sheep industry. Sheep are mainly bred for meat and wool, however they can also be used in the dairy industry.

Breeds come in and out of favour depending on trends in the industries at the time. Many purebred breeds are disappearing as times change. One casualty of this is the breed Clun Forest, picture in the middle at the top. I love this breed. They are gorgeous. In 1971 there were around 401,000 in the UK. In 2012 this had declined to 10,000 due to changes in the demand of the meat market. Going the opposite way, the Lleyn, originating in Wales, has risen in popularity from 7000 in 1971 to 474,000 now in the UK. The Lleyn Sheep Society website states that farmers soon find that the Lleyn ewe is an ideal sheep; quiet in nature, prolific with great maternal instincts, milky, and will not eat you out of house and home’. This breed is pictured top right.

The breed I was lambing with last year were Texels. I took the picture (second down and to the left) on a Welsh farm and think it perfectly reflects their stubborn nature but beautiful full faces. This breed have long rectangular bodies. I found out today that the breed actually has a mutation of the myostatin gene resulting in their lean musculature. This could be seen as the cause in their increase in popularity. Blue Texels are becoming especially popular in the UK meat industry. These are purebred Texels but with the recessive ‘blue’ gene. They are pictured second down and in the middle. They were originally imported to the UK from France in 1973, but the breed originated in Holland.

Scottish blackface sheep, shown second down and to the right, are the most common breed of domestic sheep in the UK. Both sexes are horned are have very distinctive black faces and legs. They are mostly bred for meat.

The Bluefaced Leicester are also very significant in the UK and are crossed with around 50% of the UK’s commercial breeding flocks. These are shown bottom left.

Jacob Sheep, middle bottom, are pretty striking and rare! Their wool is very popular as it’s naturally dark brown and white.

Another sweet breed is the Oxford Down. They produce a large meaty carcass as well as a lot of wool. They are shown bottom right.fat taile

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Root made Shaw an instagram account, password and all. Shaw has to post at least one photo monthly or Root gets to post one on her behalf. Root always chooses inappropriate ones that keep reappearing after Shaw deletes them without a replacement. Shaw tries to post the most impersonal pictures she can find, especially after the influx of followers after the post occured. We don’t talk about the post anymore. It always ends in Shaw breaking something. The other 5 posts on Shaw’s account are all pictures of Bear and food. Don’t tell anyone but she’s actually starting to like this app.

Root mostly posts pictures of Shaw and Machine related stuff. She’s sure to hashtag them #SameenAndMeIfYouKnowWhatIMean and/or #Thornhill. Her posts are encrypted and her followers are highly vetted. Shaw uploaded the bottom middle one when she left her phone on the table. 

S: “Your face in glasses is agreeable” 
R: “Are you flirting Shaw?” 
J: “She needs to do better doesn’t she” 
S: “Shut up Reese” 
J: “Look what you did Shaw, you broke Root. Now she’s stuck in perpetual grin” 
R: *grinning* *tags the picture #AgreeableFace #TheBabeSaidSo*

Thought about doing a profile for everyone in team machine but I’m lazy and this is as far as I got. All pictures are taken from either Sarah’s instagram, the official poi account, an Amy Acker fandom instagram page or plain old google.

Is it just me, or is Dean “I hate these monkey suits” Winchester just way more sharply dressed when he goes hunting with his boyfriend in tow?

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8.08 Hunteri Heroici, new tie? He usually wears blue ties. Especially in the motel room scenes he just worked that suit.

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Pictured: not a flustered man.

And then he changed his tie in the middle of the investigation.

8.10 Torn and Frayed, first and only time we see this combo. You know, when they went on that hunt that was a date? He dressed up for this hunt.

(“Wow, will you look at that? Our ninth abandoned factory. Ain’t that America? Hey, what do you say, this doesn’t pan out, we head back to that beer-and-bacon happy hour about a mile back, huh?”)

Actual thing that happened.

Cas may have left his top buttons unbuttoned because of Dean, but he’s not the only one dressing to impress.

anonymous asked:

What does it mean he's teacupping the gun? I always thought Argent holds the gun right.

it means he holds the gun like this (and always with a finger on the trigger ffs):

the middle picture is especially painful to look at lmao

anyway holding it like that doesn’t help at all with control and recoil, like that his left hand provides little to no grip strength, which means that most of the grip strength has to come from his right hand

this is the right way to hold a gun:

like this the left “support” hand provides great grip strength and it helps control the gun and handle the recoil a lot better

If you awesome people didn’t notice or you have just found my blog. You will see this picture up on top. Now I know this isn’t room décor but I thought this picture was so cool, because it is so true. Our rooms ,especially for younger people is such an important place .When or if you live with your parents usually most of your things you own are in it. Our rooms reflect our personality's , who we are, who we want to be and are dreams . We are all so different and amazing so we tend to have different amazing rooms. I was wondering witch side of the picture you all identify with more or if you are in the middle. I think I am more the one on the left (the blond) , message me witch one you think you or your room is more like.

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Phantom Costumes, a Love Affair with Hot-fix Stones

In general, the costume shops use small Swarovski hotfix stones because they’re very durable, look gorgeous and add an extra bit of dazzle to the costumes, making them really twinkle under stage lights. 

They’re not necessarily meant to be noticed especially when it comes to the tiny gems on the neckline of the Countess costume (bottom left) and the lace fans on the Wedding Gown bodice (middle, center)

A quick note that the middle left and right photos feature beading and other sewn elements in addition to the hotfix stones. It was hard to find a picture of the stones on the Star Princess bodice because they’re scattered fewer and farther between, but you can see one in the bottom corner of the picture.