even though i had them

Phone call with my parents just now:

Mom: So Dad’s been looking at real estate in Pittsburgh, he wants to help you buy and fix up a house! What do you think about that?

[insert discussion about Responsible Adult Things like owning real estate]

Mom: So what’s going on with you?

Me: I…just spent a large amount of money on plane tickets to visit Finland and Germany this summer. *sweats*

Concerning Hobbits (of Color)

Okay it’s been a whole day and I’m still angry about that hobbit casting thing, so let’s lay down some Tolkien canon here.

Fact 1: Per Tolkien, there were originally three races of hobbit. The Stoors were a small group, they were broad and stocky, they grew facial hair, they liked rivers, and their skin color is not specified, so Tolkien probably meant them to be white (but there’s no reason they have to be, since again, not specified). The Fallohides were a tiny group, they were thin, pale and tall, they were bold and good with languages, and they like trees. The Harfoots were the distinct majority, they lived in holes, they had hairy feet, and they were brown. Tolkien is super clear on this. He explicitly calls out Harfoots as having browner skin than other hobbits when describing the races and he uses phrases like “nut-brown skin” and “long brown fingers” when describing specific hobbits to back it up.

Fact 2: Britain planted its ravenous imperial flag firmly in the soil of India three centuries before Tolkien wrote The Hobbit. He knew what a brown person looked like. He would know he was not evoking a slightly darker shade of Caucasian when he said a person had brown skin.

Fact 3: Bilbo, Frodo, and all of their friends are aristocracy. Sam is the only hobbit we ever meet who is an actual laborer. In Tolkien’s time, laborers worked in the sun and middle class and aristocracy stayed inside where there was something resembling temperature control. Apart from Sam and Aragorn, no one in the Fellowship (or Company) ever voluntarily got a sunburn. If Tolkien talks about brown skin he’s talking about brown skin, not a farmer’s tan.

Where does this leave us?

Well, Tolkien says that after colonizing the Shire, the three hobbit races mingled more closely and became one. This leaves us with two options.

Option A: He’s talking about that thing that sci-fi writers sometimes do where “everyone is mixed race.” So all three races would have smeared together into a single uniform color. What color? Mostly Harfoot, aka brown. The “strong strain of Fallohide” in the Tookish and Brandybuck lines means maybe they’re white-passing, but in this scenario all hobbits are brown.

Option B: He’s talking about a more melting-pot scenario where visual racial distinctions still exist but everyone lives side-by-side in a fairly uniform culure. The Tooks/Brandybucks having a “strong strain of Fallohide” means that they are themselves remaining strains of Fallohide, and are straight-up white. Merry, half Took and half Brandybuck, is thus white (possibly part Stoor, given Brandybuck comfort with water); Pippin, half Took and half Banks, is either white or biracial. The Baggins family, sensible owners of the oldest and most venerable hobbit-hole anyone knows of, are blatantly Harfoot, making Bilbo and Frodo (half Took and half Brandybuck respectively) also biracial. Fallohides being exclusively adventurous high-class types, and the Gamgees being staid low-class homebodies with a distrust of moving water, Sam is obviously Harfoot and thus completely brown. (Smeagol, a Stoor, is probably white, but as discussed above, doesn’t have to be.) In this scenario, a minimum of three of five heroic hobbits are various shades of brown, four out of five of them could be, and most background hobbits are brown.

In conclusion, if you think all hobbits are white, you are canonically wrong. If you geek out over Aragorn wearing the Ring of Barahir, rage about Faramir trying to take the Ring, and do not even notice, much less complain, that Sam, Bilbo and Frodo are being erroneously portrayed by white guys, you need to reexamine the focus of your nerdery.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m loving Kane’s ever expanding brood of problematic children, but I’m also TOTALLY here for Abby adopting Murphy as her Trash Son alongside her existing Precious Cinnamon Roll Son Jackson

Boss’s Daughter

“Mitchell! My office, now,” Beca’s boss snapped from across the office floor, motioning for the young producer to follow him.

“Whatever,” Beca grumbled under her breath, getting up from her desk and rolling her eyes at all of her co-workers’ childish little grins, as if she were being called to the principal’s office in grade school.

Once inside the office, Beca nervously took a seat in front of the man’s desk, fiddling with her thumbs.

“Beca,” the man said, sitting on the edge of his desk and fixing his tie before looking at her.

“Yes?” Beca asked in her most polite yet cautious tone.

The man was intimidating for sure, old enough to be her father and matching that exact father-like tone. His face was usually stoic during work hours, however the brunette’s been known to get a smile or laugh out of him from time to time, especially when they together made fun of some of the less mature employees, like Dustin who had been especially clumsy in all of their meetings. He often only called employees into his office to yell at them, demote them, or fire him, so Beca knew it couldn’t be good.

“Were you planning on going to the company picnic?” The man finally spoke up, eyes trained on a little fur stuck on his tie.

“Oh um… I don’t know. Why?” Beca responded.

“I was just thinking about an extra assignment I had, if you were interested,” the man said, still not looking at her but more at his tie.

“I am definitely interested. What, um, what is it?” Beca asked.

“I’m not gonna be able to attend the picnic tomorrow and I was wondering if you could stay and keep my daughter company. She’s interested in the job and doesn’t really know anyone here. She’s actually new to LA,” Beca’s boss explained.

“You want me to… babysit… you daughter?” Beca asked.

“Babysit? Oh, no, Beca you’ve got it all wrong. Chloe’s too old to be babysat. She could just use a friend in the city and… well… you’re the youngest staff member and the trustiest.”

“Oh,” Beca nodded.

“Please? I’m only asking because you’re the best employee.”

Beca’s ears perked at that, causing her to groan internally but smile anyway, nodding in acceptance.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be there.”

“What do you mean you have have to babysit your boss’s daughter?” Jesse asked, handing the brunette a beer as he sat on her couch.

“Mr. Beale said I needed to keep her company since he wouldn’t be at the picnic. And… I dunno… he said I was the most capable and trustworthy. I feel like it’s getting in with the boss,” Beca shrugged.

“Well sure, getting in with the boss is one thing, but babysitting his thirteen year old daughter is another thing,” Jesse said.

“Thirteen? No, I don’t… I don’t think the kid is thirteen. He’s had one of his son’s come in before. Connor or Ethan or… or maybe it was James. His boys are all in their twenties,” Beca explained.

“Are any of them hot?” Jesse causally asked, sipping at his drink.

“What? No, Jesse. I told you, only one’s stopped by the office. And… well… yeah he was actually really attractive,” Beca said, thinking back on her short encounter with the Beale son, twenty-something with bright blue eyes and light brown hair.

“Mm. Should’ve taken advantage of getting with the boss’s son. Would’ve helped with your career,” Jesse joked.

“Shut up. I’m more into redhead’s anyway,” Beca shrugged, ruffling his brown hair.

“Mmhm. Isn’t your boss a redhead?” Jesse asked.

“Well… sort of. Like half brunette half redhead… but he’s like old enough to be my father. That’s… gross dude,” Beca said, getting up to throw her beer away.

“Whatever. Have fun babysitting,” Jesse said, getting up to leave.

“Uh huh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Beca said.

“Only if you’re not too busy babysitting!” Jesse called, halfway down her hall.

“Imbecile,” Beca rolled her eyes.

Beca sat on a bench in the park as the rest of the company chatted away, obviously enjoying the picnic while she scouted out the girl she had to babysit.

A few minutes into her wait a beautiful redhead sat down beside her, eyes flicking to the tattoo on Beca’s wrist.

“A grasshopper tattoo? That’s so cool! I have a ladybug, here, see,” the redhead pointed to her own wrist, revealing a little red ladybug.

“Uh… cool,” Beca responded plainly, barely looking at the girl.

“So what’re you doing here with a bunch of old people?” The redhead asked, observing the park’s inhabitants.

“Company picnic. I work here,” Beca shrugged, only now looking at the girl, instantly shocked by how blue her eyes were.

“That’s cool. What do you do? Like are you the receptionist or the-”

“I’m a producer, actually. Well… I will be. Right now all I do is basically just ride on boss-man’s coattails,” Beca said.

“Boss-man?” The redhead cocked a brow.

“Boss-man. He’s a total tool. And he’s the boss! Like he can’t even see half his employees don’t respect him and the other half are too incompetent to do work,” Beca rolled her eyes.

“And which half do you fall in?” The redhead asked.

“Uh… I guess my own separate section actually. Mr. Beale is brilliant, and he knows how to run the place and make music… I… I just want him to notice me more. Respect me. I’m serious about wanting to be a producer. I want him to see that,” Beca shrugged.

“Is that why you’re here?” The redhead bit her lip at Beca.

“No. No… well… maybe. I was sent here to watch his stupid daughter and I just thought that if I did-”

“He’d notice you,” the redhead finished for Beca.

Beca nodded and laughed before looking into the bright, bright blue eyes that the redhead had and immediately noticed the similarities between this mystery gal and her boss and… shit.

“You’re Chloe right?” Beca asked with wide eyes and a sheepish smile.

“Yep, and you’re Beca,” Chloe chuckled, “Oh, and boss-man is daddy,” Chloe smiled a blinding smile and, oh god, is there anything not perfect about this girl?

“Oh my god. He’s going to fire me when you tell him I said he was-”

“Relax. I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Chloe said.

“You’re… you’re not?” Beca asked in disbelief.

“No. Of course not. It isn’t uncommon for employees to dislike their bosses. And you didn’t say you disliked my dad. In fact you pretty much said you idolize him,” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and squeezed it before giving her a comforting smile.

“Oh. Thank you, then. And I’m sorry I called you his ‘stupid daughter’,” Beca blushed weakly.

Chloe suddenly stood up, startling Beca a little as she stood in front of the small park bench and extended her hand for the brunette to grab.

“Uh what?” Beca dumbly said.

“Come on. We’re gonna ditch this place,” Chloe said, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her up.

“So she really just vomited all over the stage?” Beca asked, laughing harder than she ever had in her life and spooning the ice cream she got into her mouth as they continued to walk.

“Yeah. All over. Oh, god, and Alice was so mad she threatened to… like… kill Aubrey,” Chloe said.

“Aw. Oh. I feel kind of bad for Aubrey,” Beca said.

“Hah! That’s a first. I mean, she’s been my best friend for, like, ever. But, oh god, she’s really uptight,” Chloe shrugged.

“Maybe she just needed to get laid,” Beca said, causing Chloe to start swatting at her intensely. 

“Oh my god! Beca!” Chloe said, laughing as she broke away from hitting the younger girl.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda weird your dad asked me to babysit you? You’re older than me, after all,” Beca said.

“I mean, I guess. He was just looking out for me. I haven’t really left home since getting to LA. Still looking for an apartment and all,” Chloe said.

“You should just… crash at my place,” Beca offered.

That caused Chloe to stop, dead in her tracks and look at the brunette.

“Did you just ask me to move in? After knowing me for like… two hours?” Chloe asked, checking her watch.

“I… I guess I did,” Beca shrugged.

“Beca, that’s really sweet, but I can think of a reason why that’d be a really, really bad idea,” Chloe said.

“Okay,” Beca said, continuing to walk.

“Wait! Don’t you wanna know what it is?” Chloe cocked a brow, running to the brunette, who was already pretty much back to the picnic, in front of all her coworkers.

“Oh. Uh. Sure?”

“Because,” Chloe said, face getting really close to Beca’s, “then I’d sort of have a huge crush on my roommate.”


“And how would you feel about that?” Chloe asked, biting her lip.

“I’d feel like she was my boss’s daughter,” Beca said, pulling back and walking away.

“Tell me, Beca, why on earth would you pull away from a gorgeous redhead who was totally into you?” Jesse asked.

“Because… she’s my boss’s daughter. What if I actually date her? Go to her house to be introduced. ‘Oh, hey Chloe’s mom, brothers, and dad. Or… er… is it Mr. Beale?’”

“That’s stupid. If you like her then tell her. Plus it’s getting in with the boss, isn’t it? Dating his daughter?” Jesse shrugged.

“What if it doesn’t work out? Then we break up and he’ll hate me forever. It’s not worth the risk, Jess,” Beca said.

“Then why’d you call me out here? It’s my only day off this week and I didn’t really wanna spend it at your company picnic.”

“Because if I see her again I’ll have the urge to fuck her against a tree?”

“Then do it, Beca. Look, I’ve gotta go because I don’t wanna be here anymore. But if she makes you happy then tell her and then go find a nice, quiet tree in the shade where no one will see you-”

“Shut up, ass,” Beca said, pushing him away.

“Seat taken?” Beca said, standing above the blanket Chloe was sitting on.

“I guess not,” Chloe said.

Beca sat down and ran her hands along the soft blanket, scoffing.

“What?” Chloe asked with an annoyed tone.

“Why do you have a generic red and white plaid picnic blanket?”

“It was cute,” Chloe said, voice turning softer.

“I’m sorry for how I acted before,” Beca said sheepishly.

“You and me both,” Chloe mumbled.

“Let me make it up to you,” Beca said, grabbing the redhead’s hands.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” 

“I was thinking… maybe… you’d like to kiss me,” Beca said.

“Sounds about right,” Chloe said, smiling.

“I sort of have a huge crush on you too,” Beca said, leaning into the redhead and kissing her slowly at first, and then way too passionately to be considered appropriate for a company picnic.

“They’re all staring,” Chloe said as she broke off from the kiss, just enough to whisper.

“That’s ‘cause they’re all jealous that I’m kissing the boss’s gorgeous daughter,” Beca smiled, connecting their lips again.

About three and a half months later and the redhead was living in Beca’s apartment, still in a separate room of course, but honestly she spent most of her nights in the brunette’s room anyway.

“Bec,” Chloe called out one evening after returning from her nightly jog.

“Yeah?” Came the response from the kitchen.

“Have you told my dad we’re dating yet?” 

A loud crash came from the kitchen, causing the redhead to rush over and see Beca had dropped her plate.

“Is that a no?”

“That’s a no.”

“Mitchell. My office. Now.”

Beca got up from her desk, avoiding everyone’s coy smirks and whispers as she dragged her feet to Mr. Beale’s office, closing the door behind her.

What followed next was a series of loud yelling and screaming, heard from even outside the almost completely soundproof office walls, allowing all the employees to flinch at the volume, yet not allowing them to hear what was actually being said.

“My daughter?! All you had to do was keep her company! Not screw her!” The man yelled, causing Beca to shrink back into her seat and take the beating.


“Don’t talk! Nothing you could say will change the fact that you’re sleeping with my daughter! Damn it, Mitchell I have half a mind to fire you right now!”

“But I’m your best-”

“I said no talking! You thought sleeping with my sweet, innocent Chloe would get you ahead here? Living with her? She said she was staying with a friend! Then yesterday she tells me you’re the friend and, oh yeah, you’re also sleeping with her?!”

“Daddy that’s enough,” Chloe said, barging into the office.

“Chloe?” Both Mr. Beale and Beca said at the same time.

“That’s enough!” Chloe said again, louder this time.

“Pumpkin what’re you doing here?” Mr. Beale asked, adjusting his tie.

“Beca forgot her mix that she promised she’d show to you,” Chloe said, handing the brunette a little black USB.

“Chloe, uh, now isn’t really the time,” Beca said.

“Now is the perfect time. Daddy you need to apologize to Beca,” Chloe said, sitting down next to the brunette.

“Apologize? Chloe she’s just with you to get ahead!” The man said, arms flailing around.

“To get ahead? Daddy, Beca didn’t even wanna be with me when she found out I was your daughter. But that doesn’t mean we don’t like each other. Stop bullying her,” Chloe sternly said.

“Chloe this is about business,” her dad said.

“No, daddy. It’s about you thinking you can control my life and who I love.”

“Love?” Beca asked, eyes shooting up at the redhead, who had moved to sit on the chair’s arm.

“Uh, yeah. Love. I love you. Sorry,” Chloe’s face flushed pale.

“Chloe I don’t really wanna do this here,” Beca said, eyes flashing to her boss.

“Right. Well. I’m going for lunch. Becs, I think daddy wouldn’t mind if you took your lunch break right now too?” Chloe flashed her dad a mean look, smiling at his nod.

“You saved my life,” Beca said, once they were in the brunette’s car and driving to lunch.

“He shouldn’t be able to do that to you just because we’re together,” Chloe said, squeezing her girlfriend’s hand.

“Hey,” Beca said, turning to face the redhead, “I love you too.”

Nine months later and Beca was sitting in her boss’s office yet again, only not as a lowly wannabe producer, but now as an actual producer and Mr. Beale’s right hand… er… woman.

“Beca what’s happening with Legacy’s album?” Boss-man asked, looking at his tie, an odd obsession Beca seemed to notice he had.

“Looks good. Gonna be released on time, maybe earlier. Emily’s really special,” Beca said.

“Great. Good. And Chloe? What’s happening with her? Does she know?” The father asked, sitting on his desk like he always did.

“She knows nothing. Although she’s suspicious about why I get a random Monday off,” Beca shrugged.

“Random? It’s your anniversary,” Mr. Beale said.

“Yeah, but I mean I missed Valentine’s Day and the Fourth of July so… I don’t know it’s another Monday and she didn’t think I’d get to stay home,” Beca said.

“Must be the nepotism,” Mr. Beale joked.

“If it’s the nepotism that’s gotten me the promotions then I might have to speak to my girlfriend’s boss,” Beca joked back.

“Beca of course it’s nepotism. Can’t have my baby girl be with someone who can’t provide for her,” Mr. Beale chuckled heartily.

“Okay I know you’re joking but if you don’t stop I’ll have to transfer from Beale Records, dump Chloe, and return the ring.”

“Alright, alright. Go enjoy your day, Beca. I expect a call when all is done.”

“Will do.”

“Marry me.”


“Marry me?”

“Oh. Did daddy put you up to this?”

“Chloe just shut up and marry me.”


Ok but if those NCT U comeback rumours are true then literally all I want is for

  1. JohnTen to reunite 
  2. Mark Lee to rest
  3. KunSol to debut 

And if that is asking for too much, then number 2 is all I ask for.

One direction tag thing including Zayn



Jamie & Claire + snow

  • me every time Roy and Riza are on screen together: kiss kiss kiss kiss kISS KISS KISS KISS

Also, I hope Ginny and Mike’s respective family issues becomes another point of connection for them. I want them to open up to each other the way they can’t with anyone else. I want them to be each other’s rocks. 

Baseball AU: Trost Districts baseball club; Titans.
It's too embarrassing.
reblog this and write ‘don’t repost’ in your language to help artists

i was thinking for pixiv artists etc, artists could put a page full of text saying ‘don’t repost’ in different languages as the second pages of a log after the cover. because there are so many reposters who tell me ‘oh, i just got it off of the tag’ and don’t acknowledge any of the rules or what the artist says on their profile. some even suddenly don’t understand english after you comment that it’s your art, and some of them genuinely don’t speak it at all, which makes it hard to communicate. if it’s in the log, they can’t say that, more so if it’s in their language.

my point is, i’m planning to make a page full of all these different languages for artists everywhere to use freely, but i need people to help me out by adding this phrase in their respective language, like so:

english- do not repost my work on other websites

urdu- میرا کام اور جگه پرنہیں ڈالنا

The Surprisingly Long Saga of Getting Online Profiles to Correct Jack Barakat’s Birthplace That I Technically Lead

It started off with this bullshit

Aside from being utterly incorrect, these erase the fact his family escaped a war and I was naturally, annoyed

It’s important to know he never hid it and is very out spoken about it when the situation calls for it

And due to my annoyance I made me do this

And a lot of people didn’t actually know he was born there as you can see

You know, just to show a few

So, after a quick message to google and famous birthdays, hey they actually fixed it! About three days later but it was fixed none the less

So that was cool and awesome.

However, famous birthdays… didn’t. They didn’t change it even though I messaged them too. 

So, it still had that glaring annoying ‘Maryland’ instead of, well, the truth. 

An important thing to note that without the fact, people will assume and even insist he was born in Maryland like so

Which, just so we know, is really shitty and literally erasure 

It was especially annoying when Jack has said multiple times that he was not only born in Lebanon but that his family escaped a war, making him and his family asylum seekers


One night, I found out Famous Birthdays said on bryanstars profile that he was born in Japan and i personally got really mad a pasty white guy had the correct birthplace but Jack, a Lebanese man born in Lebanon, didn’t

So in my late night frustration I sent them this

Now, just know this took four months and countless messages from myself and people who follow me

And then, I eventually check and 

And basically

And that is the four month long saga of how I got google and famous birthdays to fix Jack’s birthplace