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Christmas with the Stilinski’s Would Include...

  • Stiles waking you up at the crack of dawn, like a giddy child
  • Tugging you downstairs to the Christmas tree that held too many wrapped up presents underneath it
  • Noah walking into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand, dressed in striped pajamas that Stiles bought him
  • Sitting around the Christmas tree, handing each other presents and joking around
  • Going back to bed for a nap because Stiles woke both of you up too early

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  • Stiles keeping presents in his room for you to open when you two got alone time
  • One of them being a new piece of jewellery that goes with the one he bought you last year
  • Watching Noah’s favorite movies before dinner time
  • Ordering take away instead of having a full-on traditional dinner
  • Having drinks after dinner and listening to Noah tell you stories about when Stiles was younger
  • Noah having a little too much to drink, and starts to reminisce about the times Claudia was there
  • “Claudia would have really liked you, Y/n. You’re a true angel.”
  • “Dad, stop.” Stiles gets a little embarrassed
  • “No, really, Stiles. Y/n is a gift to this family.”
  • Kissing Noah on the cheek as a goodnight before retiring to bed with Stiles
  • “I love your dad.”
  • “He loves you, just not as much as me.”
  • Kisses, a lot of kisses that day
  • Stiles wants you to know that you’re cherished and deserve everything

This was just resting in my drafts, here you go. I think I cried writing this. Send me in requests, I’m almost finished all my assignments for Uni.

p.s this was a procrastinating project requested by @jlewiss

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15 things students should appreciate

1. the first time you use your new markers and stationary 
2. sitting outside in the sun during a break between classes
3. a good coffee-to-go in your hand during a long lecture at uni
4. unlimited free books in your university library
5. student discount while shopping in many big shops (like forever21)
6. a neatly organized and healthy filled lunchbox, prepared the night before
7. classical music in the background while studying
8. walking through the university hallways surrounded by busy crowds of motivated young people with big dreams
9. being fortunate to be able to study
10. professor’s with quirky personalities and jokes
11. endless possibilities, still waiting in the future
12. cosy study sessions with friends
13. creativity in fashion, food and home decor because of little money
14. sleeping in and spending time at home/in your dorm because you don’t work a full job yet
15. dinner nights that involve cooking with fellow student friends and drinking cheap wine on weekdays 

A Stupid Way to come up with Original Characters and Stories (That Somehow Works)
  • Find a character from a work you admire. Any media will do, but Children’s media works the best.
  • Ask yourself a few questions about the character in question. I don’t have a complete list, and the questions are likely going to vary, and most of this is coming off the top of my head, but yeah, here are a few suggestions.
    • Was there anything about this character that ticked you off? Maybe this character did something that you thought was ooc? Or maybe this character is too perfect and could use a few more flaws.
    • Does the medium or genre prevent the character from performing certain actions? Furthermore, do certain aspects of the characters life, including sex, gender, social status, and age prevent this character from acting in a certain way?
    • Is there something you want to see the character do that you know will never happen in the show?
    • And finally, is there anything you want to change about this character?
  • Rant to yourself or to tumblr about everything the show apparently did wrong. Constantly switch between getting mad at yourself for nitpicking a show you love and being mad at the work itself for not being 100% perfect. 
  • Scream into a pillow, make yourself some hot cocoa, eat a full dinner, and then take a hot shower. 
  • Get out a sketchpad or a word document or anything else you use to brainstorm and start drawing and or writing about the character in the show. But write the character the way you think they should be, as opposed to the way their presented in canon. 
    • Take into account that changing some aspects of your character will effect the story in some pretty big ways, especially if what you changed is an action the character performed. Maybe that Magical Princess ran away at a young age under the stress of becoming queen before joining a gang and ultimately becoming a crime boss? Maybe that Alien supervillain can be reformed by showing them the good things about the planet Earth. When you change an aspect of a story, justify the change by having it affect every other aspect of the story. Whatever you do, though, don’t handwave the change. Instead embrace it… those changes are where the heart of your story lies.
    • Don’t be afraid to add in elements from other works of fiction other than the one you’ve chosen. Most of the plot elements of Gravity falls and Rick and Morty, for example, are just similar enough to make a meeting between Ford Pines and Rick Sanchez possible. 
  • Look over your work and note just how far you’ve drifted from canon. If you’ve changed the idea enough, it should feel kinda alien to the original work. If it’s too similar, then if might be a good idea to repeat the previous steps.
    • Some of the things to note include tone, genre, level of obscenity, and target demographic. Considering how fanworks typically go, we almost unconsciously make dark shows light and fluffy and light and fluffy shows dark and gritty. This can be a good thing when done right.
    • The humour of the work will also depends on the type of humour you feel comfortable writing. Sometimes your humour will be almost exactly like the original work, and sometimes it’ll be drastically different. Aim for the latter.
    • If you added in elements from another work of fiction, then certain patterns are inevitably going to be formed. using the Rick and Morty/ Gravity Falls fandom above, one can’t help but make Ford and Rick foils of each other; two interdimensional science dorks, but one has a stronger sense of morality. The character reactions between the two of them is dripping with potential that we’ll never see in canon, because these two shows air on different networks and are aimed at different target demographics.
  • If necessary, repeat the process again, but this time apply this to your version of the character. Continue until your happy with what you have.
  • Finally, rename the characters, and if you’re an artist, re-draw them as well. The new names and designs should reflect the character you wrote, not the character you were inspired by. 
  • And bam, you just made something original. 

Now obviously, this isn’t the only way to make characters or write stories… artists tend to draw from real life just as often as they reference other works of fiction. But the great thing about this process is that it depends entirely on your own personal interpretation of not only the work of fiction in question, but also of how the world around you works. I believe that we, as humans, are natural complainers and nitpickers, constantly believing ourselves to be the sole authority on how the world should work. On one hand, it might be easy to just rant about it and call it a day, but I believe these rants hold quite a lot of creative potential. Writing isn’t about coming up with something wholly new and original… story telling is pretty much limited to the human experience, and we’ll always fall back on something familiar (note the tropeless tale)… instead, its about writing about the familiar in a new way.

Thoughts?

Irregular conjugation

Irregular conjugation occurs when words are not conjugated the usual way. 

*Examples are conjugated into present tense 아요/어요/해요

ㅂ irregular

If the last letter of the word stem is ㅂ, then the ㅂ is dropped and 우 or 오 is added if the conjugation/addition starts with a vowel, if it starts with a consonant then the ㅂ is left:

If the vowel before ㅂ is 오, you add 오
If it’s any other vowel before ㅂ you add 우

  • 아름답다 - To be beautiful 
    The the ㅂ is dropped and 우 is added making it 아름다우 then once conjugated to present tense it becomes 아름다워요
    (It becomes 아름다워요 instead of 아름다우어요 because of vowel contraction)
  •  귀엽다 - To be cute 
    ↳ 귀여워요 
  • 춥다 - To be cold (weather) 
    ↳ 추워요 
  • 돕다 - To help (final vowel is 오) 
    ↳도와요 

This rule is mainly applied to adjectives, there are very few verbs ending in ㅂ that the rule is applied to.

ㅅ Irregular

If the last letter of the word stem is ㅅ, then the ㅅ is dropped when adding a vowel, if adding a consonant the ㅅ is left:

  • 붓다 - To pour, to swell
    The ㅅ is dropped making it 부, then once conjugated to present tense it becomes 부어요 
  • 낫다 - To heal/recover
    ↳ 나아요 
  • 짓다 - To build
    ↳ 지어요 

Note that if the word stem has ㅅ as the fourth consonant (e.g. 없다 - to not exist), the irregular does not apply 

Here are some common words this rule does not apply to:

  • 웃다 - to laugh
  • 벗다 - to take off clothes 
  • 씻다 - to wash

ㄷ irregular

If the last letter of the verb stem is ㄷ, the ㄷ is dropped and replaced with ㄹ when adding a conjugation/addition that begins with a vowel:

  • 듣다 - To listen 
    The ㄷ is replaced with ㄹ as the verb is being conjugated with 어요 which starts with a vowel, therefore becoming 들어요
  • 걷다 - To walk
    ↳ 걸어요

Note there is no ㄷ irregular adjectives 

ㅡ Irregular

If a word stem ends in ㅡ, when adding ~아/어 you can’t tell which one should be used (because which one you use if based on the final vowel) therefore when deciding which should be used you have to look at the vowel used in the second to last syllable:

  • 예쁘다 - To be pretty 
     Because it ends in ㅡ, you look at the syllable before to determine if you use 아 or 어. 예 is the second to last syllable so you use 어, therefore becoming 예뻐요
  • 바쁘다 - To be busy
    ↳ 바빠요

르 Irregular

If a word stem ends in 르 and ~아/어 is being added, ㄹ is added as the final consonant to the syllable that came before 르, and 르 changes to either 러 or 라  depending on if you are adding 어 or 아:

  • 다르다 - Different 
    ㄹ is added to the syllable coming before 르, so 다 becomes 달, then 라요 is added making it 달라요
  • 자르다 - To cut 
    ↳ 잘라요

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Superfamily Thing

Dad and pops were fighting again.


They had been for at least a week now. Peter was used to the occasional blowup for a night, maybe two, before they got all stupidly sappy with one another again.
This was new. Scary.

They avoided each other in the day and screamed at each other in the night when they thought he was asleep. Pops had been sleeping in the spare room for at least six of the seven nights it had been going on for. Dinner time had become a nightmare; Uncle Clint having to swap seats so he was sat in between them and prevent another fight from springing up while they ate.


He didn’t want them to split up. Divorced parents were a pain in the ass, according to the girl who sat next to him in math class. She was always talking about what a hassle it was, moving all her stuff from one house to another every weekend.

And it meant one of them would have to leave. Move out. Get a new life and a new partner and maybe even a new kid-

But Peter really didn’t want to think about that.


Today was the fifth day of Peter coming home to see only one of his parents in the kitchen, where there should usually be two. They tended to hang around, waiting for him in order to ambush him and ask questions about his day. Their latest fad was ‘so how was Wade today?’ or something along those lines, in that stupid sing-song voice that adults always did when they were being dicks.

It had been irritating- but Peter wouldn’t have minded now. If it meant they’d been doing it together, sending stupid smirky grins toward one another or just holding hands at the table rather than looking cold and tired- he wouldn’t have minded at all.


Today it was dad who greeted him. He was sat with a coffee in hand and tablet in the other, idly tapping at the keys and trying to keep his eyes open. Peter knew he hadn’t been sleeping well- it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And although they never spoke to him about what they did with the avengers, Peter could guess that that had been the trigger for all the stupidity lately. 

He didn’t have to be the genius he was in order to figure that out. Pops hadn’t come back from the mission two Fridays ago; they’d hurried him off to hospital instead. And then three days later, once he’d been given the all-clear, dad had brought him home, where they’d proceeded to have  a huge argument. Right in front of Peter. 

Honestly, he’d just wanted to be able to sit with pops and make sure he was okay- let him stroke his hair and quiet his worries and say how tough he was, that he wouldn’t go down that easy. But instead he’d had to be hurried away by Uncle bruce, who was rolling his eyes and apologizing on behalf of them, saying that he’d be able to talk to his pops soon, but it wasn’t a good time right now.

Peter had scowled, told Uncle Bruce moodily ‘I’m thirteen, not an idiot- I know that’, and then slammed up to his room to wait it out. And, of course, Pops had hobbled up eventually; sitting on the bed with him and assuring him he was okay, he was tough as nails, and he would always, always come home to Peter.


Except he’d been alone. and usually, no matter how mad they were at each other, Pops and Dad had always talked to Peter about this together.

That had been the first warning. From then on, it had seemed things just got progressively worse.


“Hey squirt- how was school?” Dad asked, when Peter dropped his bag and began making his way into the kitchen in order to make himself a bowl of cereal (he was a growing boy, okay, shut up, cereal in the afternoon was perfectly fine, his Uncle Clint did it all the time).

he shrugged. “Eh- it was okay. Boring, as usual; they gave us a test, I aced it, again, as usual,” Peter explained, carefully avoiding the fact that they’d been learning about The Battle of New York in lesson that day. He knew it was a touchy subject for his dad, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him.

Dad raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and watching Peter with a look on his face. Peter just sighed. He knew what was coming.

“So how was Waaade?

He sighed. “Ugh, Wade was fine, he smiled at me while i passed on the corridors today and that was literally all that happened. I honestly don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, he called me cute once-”

“Once is enough,” his dad shrugged bemusedly, poking Peter in the side as he walked around the table to sit next to him and get to work on his snack. 

“That is not a snack, Peter,” dad said, because unfortunately he was good at reading Peter’s mind like that. “That’s like, a full meal. We’re having dinner in an hour, are you serious-”

“School is hard work,” Peter complained, flopping on to the stool and leaning on his dad’s shoulder theatrically, “It drains me of energy that I need to replenish with Lucky Charms.”

“Natasha will blow her top if she sees you eating that- it’s her turn to cook tonight. And if she chooses to murder you for eating beforehand, then there isn’t much I can do. I know you’re my son, but the whole parent-bond thing only goes so far-”

Peter bumped him on the shoulder and he laughed quietly. It was nice to see the tension ease off his face a little.


Of course, then everything went wrong again.


“Hey Peter, didn’t know you’d be back so ear- oh,” his Pops said, entering the room and faltering when he saw Dad already sat at the table.

There was an awkward pause. Peter guessed they must have got the days wrong for which one of them was going to go and talk to him about his school day. 
That tended to happen when they didn’t actually speak to one another and acted like they were Peter’s Goddamn age.

Pops managed to collect himself, though- walking forward and smiling as he reached out to squeeze Peter’s shoulder, before heading to the cupboards and grabbing a mug. “You had a good day today?”

Peter shrugged, wishing it didn’t feel as tense as it did. Why the hell did parents have to argue anyway? It was stupid. They were being stupid, and Peter just wanted them to kiss and make up already- because that’s what they did, that’s what they always did, right? This wasn’t going to last, it couldn’t- Peter didn’t want to have two homes, he didn’t want Dad to marry someone else or Pops to have different kids-


It was only then that he realised Dad and Pops had moved, resting a hand on each shoulder while he leaned forward on to the table and hid his crumpled face in the crook of his arms.

 “Peter! Hey, baby, what’s happened, did something go down at school-”

“Do we need to go in, because we’ll go in, okay- whatever’s wrong, we’ll sort it out. Are you being bullied?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“Did you have an argument with your friends?”

“Were y-”

“IT’S YOU TWO!” Peter yelled, jerking upward again and throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the first time you’ve been this close to each other in ages! I haven’t seen you look each other in the eye when you’re around one another except to argue! Why the hell are you both being so stupid? I don’t…I don’t want you to get divorced! But you will and then you’ll both find stupid new people and have stupid new lives and leave me behind and we won’t be a family any more and I don’t want that so just STOP FIGHTING!”

He didn’t stop to listen to whatever stupid crap they tried to throw at him; instead kicking the chair he was sat on over and storming out of the room angrily, ignoring their calls and running up into his room before they could bother him. 

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Wrong

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

A/N: Based off the song “Wrong” by MAX (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

     Luke’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt your hand slid over his thigh. His eyes darted over to you in a look that said “don’t you dare.” Only you weren’t looking at him. You were facing forward, a sly smile on your lips as you continued to tease him. Your hand inched closer to his crotch and you began to palm Luke through his jeans. Luke’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he began to tap his finger against the steering wheel. Eyes locked on the road. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you. Moments before you were perfectly content and full from the dinner you two just had. It was a different story now. You were on the prowl and of course had your eyes set on Luke. He cleared his throat, eyes still locked on the road as you kept palming him. You could feel Luke’s cock growing under your touch the smile on your face growing. Luke’s attention was taken off the road for just a split second when he heard your seat belt unbuckle. “What are you doing?” Luke asked, pouting at the feeling of your hand leaving his cock. 

“Just lift up,” you instructed him, already unzipping his pants. Luke did as you said, moving in his spot as carefully as he could so that his foot wouldn’t move off the brake. Lucky for him the two of you were stopped at a red light. Once his pants were off you immediately went back to giving him a handjob. Soon Luke was hard enough to your liking and you leaned over the gear shift to take him into your mouth. Luke’s foot hit against the gas pedal in surprise and the car skirted forward. 

“Oh fuck,” Luke gasped, trying his hardest to focus on the road. Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the bit of precum that had collected at the tip. Your lips surrounded his cock as you began suck. Your tongue poking out to lick at a prominent vein on his cock. “Damn it feels so good,” Luke grunted, his foot hitting against the accelerator, so that the two of you could make it back to his place quickly. Your head bobbed at a steady rhythm and you stroked the parts that wasn’t in your mouth. Just giving Luke head made you wet. Everything about him turned you on. The way he looked in his black fitted shirt and ripped blue jeans. Luke’s hair had even grown out a bit more and started to curl. You loved it when he let his hair grow, giving you something to play with sexual or not. Luke was and is beautiful. 

Throughout the entire dinner Luke had been whispering to you. Telling you everything he wanted to do when you got back to his place. His hand placed on your thigh and thumb rubbing circles close to where you needed him. It made you crave for his touch even more than you had. Just thinking about all the things Luke was going to do to you made your core throb. Your head lifted so that you could catch your breath and you wiped at your mouth then looked around at your surroundings.

Pull over and don’t lock the doors,” you whispered into his ear, teeth tugging at his earlobe. Your words made a shiver run down Luke’s spine and he made a sharp turn towards a back road area. 

“What are you up to?” Luke moaned, feeling your hand massage his cock once more. You began to kiss alongside his neck, teeth nipping at his sweet spot. 

“I want you,” you muttered against his skin. “Take me right here. Right now,” 

“You don’t want to wait ‘til we get home?” Luke asked, coming to a stop in an empty lot. You were too busy teasing Luke to answer his question and sucked just below his earlobe. Luke turned the car off, then pulled the keys out the ignition. He tossed them into the door holder. Luke turned his head to the side and grabbed you by the back of your head to pull you into a kiss. You kissed him back with much passion and your tongue glided along his bottom lip in asking for permission. His lips parted and you stuck your tongue inside his mouth. Luke moaned against your lips, his other hand reaching down to push his seat far back. The kiss broke and you took that opportunity to kick off your shoes and climb over to sit on him. “I like this mood you’re in,” Luke chuckled, eyes closing shut as you sat down on him.

“Yeah, you like it?” you asked, beginning to grind on him. Luke nodded rapidly and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. The only thing that was separating him from actually being inside of you was your panties. Luke pulled down the straps of your dress and pulled down the front of it. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra and massaged your breasts. Your lips connected once again, the kiss slower this time. The tension began to build when Luke began to buck his hips up into yours. Luke knew it was wrong for the two of you to be doing this in public, but it somehow felt better when it felt wrong. 

“Stop teasing me,” Luke mumbled against your lips. Even if he was showing so much dominance during dinner it was clear to the both of you who was in control at the moment. His hands moved down to your ass and squeezed at the soft flesh. He lifted up the bottom of your dress and rubbed at your clothed clit. Luke may have been extremely hard, but you were another story. He could feel how soaked your panties were, your clit swelled in arousal. “Y/N please,” Luke groaned, moving your panties to the side and running his fingers between your folds. This action took your by surprise and you let out gasp. You wanted him to be inside of you just as much Luke wanted to be there himself. “Come on let daddy in,” he whispered in your ear, plunging two fingers into your soaking heat. You whined in pleasure and began to ride his fingers. The air inside the car had gotten hot. The windows fogging up as everything escalated. Luke had turned the tables and now you were the one like putty in his hands. You lifted up so that you could line him up to your entrance. Teasing both of you by rubbing the head of his cock over your folds. 

“How much do you want it?” you asked Luke, a smirk on your lips as you saw him pout in frustration. Luke couldn’t take it anymore and held tight onto your hips as he pushed in. “Holy shi-Luke,” you moaned out, sitting down more so that he was fully inside of you. 

“Does that answer your question,” Luke chuckled. The wind had nearly been knocked out of you and your head rested against Luke’s shoulder. Both your actions had stopped and you soaked in the feeling of him filling you up. After a few seconds you began to ride him. Your hips lifting at a steady pace and rolling down in a figure eights. Luke’s grip on your hips was so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. You picked up the pace, mouth hanging open as silent moans left your lips. Luke began to buck up into you, matching your pace. 

“Oh yes-right there,” you huffed, breath fanning over Luke’s face. You grabbed the headrest and began to bounce on his cock. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed around the car. You sat down on him hard then began to grind. His pubic bone hitting at your clit. His eyes closed in pleasure, head falling back against the headrest. Luke couldn’t remember the last time the two of you fucked like this. Just hot and dirty. It made him get worked up even more and he began to pound up into you. Tiny screams of pleasure leaving your lips as the head of his cock hit against your g-spot. Luke sat up straight making your back hit against the steering wheel and the horn honk. “I think we should go to the backseat,” you suggested. Before Luke could even reply you were already getting up. Your warmth no longer surrounding him. You opened the car door and quickly moved towards the back. Luke was fast on your heels and the minute you opened the back door he had you face down ass up. 

“Look at you,” Luke grinned, spreading cheeks apart. He stroked at his cock and rubbed at your bundle of nerves. “So beautiful…opening up for daddy like a good girl,” he said. You moaned at his words and raised your hips in a request to having him inside of you. Luke plunged in hard making your toes curl and a squeal of pleasure leave your lips. Your body pushed forward as Luke began to thrust into you. His hand coming down hard on your ass. No one could fuck you as good as Luke could. He made your body tingle in ecstasy.

“Luke!” you yelped, hands reaching you to grab at anything only to grab at the air. He was working into you so much that you could almost see stars. You began to clench around him and you could hear Luke curse under his breath. “S-So good. Fuck Luke d-don’t stop,” you stuttered out. He slapped your ass once again and really began to work into you. You began to clench around him, face burying into the cushions as you moaned into them. 

“Do that again baby,” he requested, rolling his hips into yours. Going in deep and hitting all the right spots. You clenched around him once more and moaned. Luke was close to his release a series of grunts coming from him. This was so wrong, wrong in the fact that you two could get arrested for public indecency, but it still made everything feel so right, so good. You could tell Luke was about to come. His pace becoming sloppy and his moans growing louder. 

“Fuck I can’t hold it,” Luke announced, his pace slowing down and letting you feel ever inch of his cock. He gave you two sharp thrusts then pulled out to spurt his load over your ass. Luke stroked at his cock as he came. Letting every bit of it leak out and coat your ass in his cum. After he had finished, Luke tapped your leg. You turned over in exhaustion and pouted up at him. “Sorry you didn’t finish baby,” he sighed, leaning down to kiss you. “How about we drive home and I can eat you out?” Luke suggested, “Then do that thing you wanted me to do too.” He kissed at your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your cheek, and finally he kissed your lips. “Hmm?”

“You’ll do it?” you asked, trying to confirm his words. Luke nodded in response. You grinned at Luke and pulled him into another deep kiss. “Well then we better hurry home,” you said. Luke was quick on his feet. Pulling his pants up and heading to the driver’s seat. This wasn’t going to be the last time you two had sex in public, but this was going to be the start of a new kink.

6

“What a 2017 it’s been so far, huh, guys: Hillary Clinton sworn in as president. The Patriots lost the Super Bowl. Lemonade won Album of the Year. And every print of La La Land spontaneously combusted.”

Samantha Bee presented an alternate universe where Hillary Clinton is president. It was oddly touching and a sad reminder of how Michigan, Pennsylvania, Russia, and Wisconsin ruined this country. 

8

“Ever since I met you, I’ve wondered what it would be like to be with you”

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Samantha Bee & Company, 2017

Not The White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Pt. 1: Peaches and Monologue

Not The White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Pt. 3: What Is Facts

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Not The White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Pt. 5: Fox News In Memoriam

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anonymous asked:

ooomg i love your writing so much!! honestly, amazing ^-^ and i have a request if that's all right? Seven + MC + Yoosung where they're super bff's and tell each other everything and are each other's favorite person!! thank you

OH MY GOD!!! YES!!!! OT3!!!! and thank you so much!

  • MC and Seven are notorious for their surprise visits
  • Yoosung will come home from classes and there Seven and MC are, sitting on his bed
  • sometimes they’ll literally both just be asleep, sometimes they’ll be eating his food
  • “hey nerd, how was class today?”
  • “nice to see you guys, too….”
  • also MC and Seven play pranks on Yoosung ALL THE TIME
  • he will never get a break with these two
  • S L E E P O V E R S
  • their sleepovers last, like, three days
  • its almost like they all three live at each others places? like they have such fluid schedules that they can go wherever whenever
  • Seven will buy a shit ton of drinks
  • Yoosung always drinks the most
  • GETTING DRUNK AND THEN PLAYING THREE HOURS OF MARIO KART!!!!!
  • so much screaming
  • “fuck off donkey kong”
  • “suck my dick toad”
  • “mOtheR FUCKING SON OF  a BITCH RAINBOW RoaD CAN SUCK MY MOTHER FUCKing ASS”
  • after a bunch of mario kart, its around 2 am
  • they will talk to each other and just in general check up on each other
  • asking Yoosung about his classes, and y’know everyone is super talkative when they’re drunk
  • they probably make like, a full dinner at 2 am
  • they dont sleep until 5 am
  • Yoosung and MC wake up at around 1 pm, snuggled up on Sevens couch
  • Seven probably slept for about 2 hours and then got up to work
  • they make something for their hangovers, making something for Seven, too, then make lunch together
  • Yoosung and MC play music and jam TF out while they cook
  • Seven comes into the kitchen and dances with them
  • Seven and MC also help Yoosung study!!!
  • and when they can, they all play LOLOL together
  • have a nearby cafe that they always meet up at for lunch!!!!!!
  • they all have each others favorite things on the menu memorized
  • THEIR GROUPCHAT IS SO LIT
  • MEMES FOR DAYS
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Samantha Bee’s ‘Not the WHCD’ Should Be An Annual Tradition If Trump Continues to Boycott the Real One
Hours before “nerd prom” kicked off at the White House Correspondents Dinner in D.C. — minus the president — Samantha Bee and her “Full Frontal” cohorts took the…
By Andrea Reiher

Andrea Reiher at Variety:

Hours before “nerd prom” kicked off at the White House Correspondents Dinner in D.C. — minus the president — Samantha Bee and her “Full Frontal” cohorts took the stage at DAR Constitution Hall for TBS’ “Not the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.” The alt-TV special was more than twice the length of a regular “Full Frontal” episode, letting Bee’s typical ruthless comedy and satire loose with both barrels.

If viewers tuned in hoping for an hour of bashing President Trump, they were in for some disappointment. Not that there weren’t some excellent barbs made at POTUS’ expense, but the night was more about celebrating the often-maligned journalists who continue to try to do their jobs in the face of adversity.

“You (journalists) basically get paid to stand in a cage while a geriatric orangutan and his pet mob scream at you. It’s like a reverse zoo. But you carry on. You dig up misdeeds and frauds by the powerful, you expose injustice against the weak and you continue to fact-check the president as if he might someday get embarrassed,” said Bee, to big laughs.

And that was the right approach for this special, taped Saturday afternoon in D.C. and broadcast hours later (10 p.m. ET/PT) on TBS. A full-on roast of Trump would have been enjoyable for a while, but it would have gotten tired. The “Full Frontal” gang is not a one-trick pony, and they put that on a brilliant display, from video segments of Bee performing at imagined past Correspondents’ Dinners (and also an imagined 2018 WHCD for President Pence), to a cold open featuring “West Wing” alum Allison Janney giving a press conference in her snappy CJ Cregg way, to Will Ferrell popping by to reprise his George W. Bush impression from “Saturday Night Live.”

It made for a lively mix of comedy that never felt bogged down or like it was beating a dead horse by repeating itself.

It was also nice to see Bee not pull any punches in regards to the press (not that viewers expected any less). Not only did the special land some pointed commentary at outlets like Breitbart and the way Fox News dealt with its sexual harassment issues, it also did a segment about how much CNN is wasting its cadre of talented journalists in favor of whatever it is CNN puts on the air most of the time. Bee put the blame squarely on CNN president Jeff Zucker’s shoulders.

“Zucker’s greatest success since ‘The Apprentice’ — which, by the way, thanks for that — is filling the airtime between car crashes with a reality show loosely based on the news where loyal partisan hacks make us measurably dumber by spewing mendacious nonsense while a hologram of Anderson Cooper stands by counting the seconds to the commercials for all the pharmaceuticals he probably wishes he could gulp down before to sedate himself before Kayleigh opens her f—ing mouth again,” said Bee, to the appreciative crowd that did include some CNN representatives.

My only quibble with the special is that there were so many pre-recorded video segments it didn’t leave much room for Bee live on stage firing off astute observations and sharp one-liners. She’s an incredibly talented comedian, often delivering three more zingers as the audience gets around to laughing at the first one, so it would have been fun to see Bee more in what is undoubtedly her element. But I understand the desire to want the special to keep changing gears — plus, Bee’s “Man in the High Castle” parody that closed the show was nothing short of genius.

Featuring the man, the myth, the legend George Takei handing the host a film called “The Bee Lies Heavy,” the segment imagined a world where Hillary Clinton won the election, “the Patriots lost the Super Bowl, “Lemonade” won Album of the Year and every print of “La La Land” spontaneously combusted,” and featured Bee’s imagined opening monologue for Clinton’s first WHCD.

There were plenty of zingers leveled at President Clinton (and first gentleman Bill), but Bee ended the jokes with a message that she reportedly couldn’t deliver at dress rehearsal without getting a little choked up. While she held it together here for the actual show, it was still a very heartfelt (and a little sad) way to close out the show.

“In conclusion, Madam President, I want to say thank you,” said Bee. “You may have your faults, but because of you, I can tell my daughters that they can do anything and that sexism won’t hold them back. The world will not magnify their faults and ignore their virtues because of their gender. That time has truly passed. No hard feelings, men. If there’s one message that echoes through this dinner, let it be that men’s rights are human rights and human rights are men’s rights.”

If the trend continues of Trump boycotting the White House Correspondents’ Dinner for however long he’s in the White House, it wouldn’t be the worst thing if Bee made this alternative event an annual tradition.