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…if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins…

1 John 2:1–2

Today, Jews still observe Yom Kippur or the Day of Atonement. As the name suggests, it is a day set aside to make atonement for one’s sins. But for Christians, this beautiful feast points to Jesus and what He did for us on the cross. Because of His sacrifice, all our sins have already been perfectly atoned for. That is why, should we sin, we know that “we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous”. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins.

Now, it does not say that if anyone repents, we have an Advocate with the Father. It says that if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father. The moment a child of God sins, straightaway, his Advocate, Jesus Christ, goes into action to pray for and protect him.

What about repentance then?

The word “repentance” is metanoia in the Greek, which means to change one’s mind. For example, you used to believe that Jesus was just a good man. Then one day, you repented and believed that He is the Son of the living God, who died for your sins and rose again on the third day, and you gladly took Him as your Savior.

Bible repentance is not this idea of hitting or punishing yourself to atone for your sins. Don’t turn it into a human work, like the man who went to a priest to confess his sins. When they were done, the priest asked the man, “By the way, what do you do for a living?” The man replied, “I’m a contortionist,” and proceeded to give a demonstration. Another man came along wanting to confess his sins. When he saw the contortionist all twisted up on the ground, he said, “If this is repentance, forget it!” and ran off!

My friend, there is no need to climb the Himalayas or whip your back bloody to atone for your sins. No amount of self-punishment or crying can atone for them. Your sins have already been punished fully in the body of Jesus. Only His finished work satisfies God. So change your mind and simply believe that Jesus alone is the propitiation for your sins!

(From Josephprince.com)

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“Lovely Y/n, how nice to see you again”

Penny peabody smiled at you, a wicked grin on her face. He blonde hair was straightened to perfection, as her navy blazer was crisp. The woman looked at her with wild eyes.

“You know the deal. Join the serpents, pay off your debts, and your boyfriend-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sorry” She sneered, “your friend, won’t get hurt”

You sighed;

“What do I have to do?”

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Guy stiffed us on a landscaping project and then ended up on TV show Dragon's Den.

So, about 10 years ago we hired a local guy to do a large landscaping project at our lake house to the tune of about $110,000. Towards the end, he was seemingly getting more and more scarce - not returning calls, etc. - until he just seemed to fall off the face of the earth. He had been fully paid and was finished the project except for a few minor, but important, deficiencies that needed to be corrected. My fault for trusting him and not holding back any money - but we were very friendly and I thought we had a great relationship. I heard through the grapevine that he just didn’t want to be in that business anymore and was refusing to respond to emails, pick up the phone, etc. I tried off and on for months. Never heard a word back from the guy. Rude, right??

In the meantime, our friend - who is somewhat of a local icon and philanthropist- ends up with a part on a television show - Dragon’s Den - in Canada. He’s one of the “dragons”. My husband and I hadn’t yet had a chance to watch any episodes so we decided to watch one since we were about to see our friend at an event that weekend. Here comes the delicious revenge part: While we were watching the show, they introduce the next person about to present their idea. The name rings very familiar and I’m trying to figure out where I know it from. Well, well, well … guess who waltzes out in front of the panel with an invention?? I could not believe my eyes. But THEN, to our horror, our friend agrees to invest in this guy’s idea!!  I couldn’t pick up the phone fast enough to inform him about the shady character of this ‘inventor’ he was about to invest with. Lo and behold, a check of landscaper’s/inventor’s “background” didn’t turn out well and our friend declined to follow through with the $ he had promised. I’m sure Mr. Landscaper still has no idea how or why it all went so wrong.

3 acts of malicious compliance in one project rewarded with 4 days of leave fully paid.

This is quite long sorry but I feel it needs the back story to understand the whole thing.

tl;dr - General manager makes requests, I try to get him to see the downsides. He insists, I comply and get a nice few days off.

I used to work for a mining company as a Geologist. I left and a few years later was employed by them again but in a very different role dealing mostly with compliance based stuff.

We had a new project coming up which meant a lot of data would be coming in daily and at some point we would be required to process all that data. The data was being logged into an excel spreadsheet which was probably the quickest and easiest way to do it for the data we needed to capture. It did however introduce a larger margin of human error. The benefit was that errors could be checked later in the corporate office rather than taking up time in the field when people were already working 12 hour shifts and we were paying contractors by the hour. In addition to this they updated my contract to a fieldwork based employee rather than office based, this allowed them to send me out into the field for several weeks at a time without any change in pay. It also had a few other conditions which come into play later.

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tips for people giving and getting commissions


  • always take partial or full payment up front, unfortunately there’s always that one guy who will “change their mind” and not want the picture you made for them. At least you’ll have some money for your work done.
  • always have a large watermark on any picture you show someone who hasn’t fully paid off the commission so they can’t run off with it.

  • make sure you check paypal invoice to see that its for a goods n services and its not for friends/family. Also make sure it doesn’t expect shipping info but you can set it to service rendered manually. 


  • always have your references ready when you get a commission
  • many of us artists are open to helping you come up with a pose or something if you’re not sure!
  • make sure you have your payment ready too and can pay via some commonly accepted method (paypal) 
  • if you change your mind after contacting your artist but before the commission is finalized and paid, please be honest and tell them so they don’t think they potentially have money coming in when they don’t. We’re often depending on commission dollars for food and such so its nice to know.
  • make sure your payment is for goods n services because this protects you too if you get a bad artist who doesn’t put up a picture or gives you a bad one
Autumn – [BTS] Yoongi!Au

[A/N] Song: Dead Leaves by Prod. Min Suga.

“Autumn is really at its height now, look at all the dead leaves on the street.” Mother huffed.

Who’d knew that cracking eggs could be so therapeutic?

Two. Three, and four eggs into the large bowl. Until Yoongi’s mother handed you a large fork as she past, and her voice intruded your thoughts. “…The infamous egg roll we’ve all missed. I never thought I would be tasting that again.” She smiled fondly at the onion she peeled and chopped them into halves. You grinned sheepishly, feeling kind of proud that they’ve spoken about it even when you’re not there. The last time they ate it, was at least three to four years ago. “I’m going to make it extra delicious today, with little bits of sausages,” you started whisking gently.

“…Do you need salt?” You heard her asked and replied a simple nod. “…It’s been awhile since we do this, isn’t it?” She proceeds to chop the onions thinly next, before moving to the carrots. Then she inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if she had been thinking a lot if she should say this or not, but knowing you since you were a teenager, she didn’t hesitate. “… Why can’t Yoongi just date you? You’re smart. You know how to cook. You’re absolutely adorable.” She blinked to the blade and your smile thinned a bit, as if you know how she feels about it. That unfortunate feeling. “…Mom,” you affectionately called her, even if you were not blood-related. The relationship you shared is as close as the one a mother and a daughter would share. “…Everyone has their own type. Yoongi has his. We don’t have to be in a relationship for this to happen… Didn’t you say he brought some of them home to you? The girls,” You prepared the skillet on the stove and turned the heat on before sprinkling some oil on them.

“He dated a few girls. I don’t think it was dating. More like, how should I put it?” Yoongi’s mother pauses before snapping her head up when she had the word in her head and out her lips, “…Passing time.” You snickered lightly. You never understood people who has a relationship in order to pass time. You’ve always thought that relationship are something very intimate between two individuals, and if the relationship is because of love and affection, then it should have preceded to marriage. That is the very objective of dating—to be married. “How were they like?” You thought changing the subject would divert the attention from you but Yoongi’s mother wasn’t intending to leave you behind just yet. “…Just pretty.” You snorted at her answer and she giggled along with you. “Ah! Mother! That’s not very nice.” Your wrist rotated the pan to let oil even out before you take the bowl filled with whisked egg.

You pour the entire amount into the pan at medium heat. The sizzling sound filled the living room, and down the hallway of Yoongi’s apartment. The laughter died down. “But it’s true. That’s all they were. Just…pretty.” Mother laid her knife to rest and leaned her back to the counter watching you at work, expertly controlling the stove and pan. Hair tight in a messy bun, dashing to the counter to grab the chopped onions and bell peppers. “…But boys will be boys, mother.” You stated and turned to her and her puppy eyes, begging for what you already knew. Her gazes spoke louder than words, just pleading.You had to break contact, and stared at your feet, shaking your head lightly, “…Would you want him to be with someone he doesn’t like? I mean, it’s Yoongi.” You shrugged your shoulder, turn off the stove, and then goes leaning against the counter, oppose to Yoongi’s mother.

“…I want Yoongi to be happy. What matters most, is that.” Your eyes slide to hers slowly and you tilted your head to the side, smiling, hoping to mend her heart by it. “…What a fine daughter-in-law you’ll make to someone, one day,” she murmured, and averting her eyes and body to resumed chopping green onions, and, “…I’m already jealous of her.” The front door beeped open, and before you could even see his face, he was mumbling through a short walkway approaching the kitchen. Paper bags in arms, a couple of fruits, heavy footsteps with socks, muttering, “I had to go all the way downtown, because the convenient store downstairs? They ran out of meat. I bought watermelon and some honeydew.” He placed them all on the counter. “…Did you get the flower beetroot?” You inched next to him as he got rid of his jacket. He looked down and nodded on the list you wrote. “This one was a bit tricky. Who’d knew there was so many types of mushroom?” Yoongi whined and his lips becomes pouty, like always. You giggled, and start to organize the things. “It’s your turn now.” You said to him, passing him a bowl. “…Braised spicy seafood? It’s my time now? Let me wash my hands.” He started rolling up his sleeves and a flash came from mother’s direction. “You two really looked like a married couple.” She excited safe the photo from her phone and Yoongi started groaning in dissatisfaction, “…Mother! We are handling serious issue here. Is this the time to take pictures?”

You pinched him by the sleeve and urged him to go wash his hands quickly instead of bickering with his mother and he wordlessly go. “I have to do the squids right? Take out the guts and everything?” He asked while drying his washed hands. You nodded while taking a bite from the cookie in his hand, he took the rest of the unbitten piece in his mouth like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “…You need to strip the squid and wash the guts off. The tentacles needs to be skewed with your nail. That’s where most of the dirt are,” before exclaiming in full-mouth, “Is this soft cookie from Betty’s Cookie Jar shop?” Yoongi took the knife from Mother’s chopping board and started to clean the squids, nodding. You turned your head up to where Mother is, but she disappeared to the hallway with her phone, “…How small do you want your squid?” Yoongi’s question made you resumed plating the eggrolls on a cute plate.

“Bite-size.” You shot. Yoongi’s lips protruded as he focused. “How’s work?” He asked, and you clicked your tongue immediately, right after. “I think I have my answers.” He smacked his lips together and slightly nodded while you throw your head back, laughing. “We agreed not to talk about work on this fine weekend!” You scolded him, slapping his arm playfully. “…I went on a blind date…” You started. “Oh?” Yoongi replied, his smile is gone and all that’s left is that stoned expression as he gathered his squid into a plate. You took the pot from the side and placed them on the stove. “Yeah. He was nice.” You recalled. The guy wore loose white Polo shirt with jeans. He had this ridiculously gorgeous smile and an expensive wrist watch that he made sure, was seen by you. Or maybe you were a bit sceptical.

You also remembered that he liked reading. He was reading when you came. And you noticed that he was honest, too. Provided in the way you eyed his phone when a message came he promptly answered your questioning eyes with a blunt, unpretentious, “…A notification about a book I ordered. It says it’s coming tomorrow.” He gave you that same smile again, and you nibbled the piece of meat from your fork. “…You know, you’re the first girl I’ve ever went on a date with, who ordered steak instead of salads.” He tips his head back then to the side, as if he had been contemplating to say it, all this time you were here. “I like my steaks.” You gushed, shamelessly and the twinkle in his eyes tells you that it wasn’t something he would be despised of, but yet, something he actually adored.

“It’s a compliment! It’s really a compliment,” he showed his toothy smile, hiding the embarrassment behind his large pair of hands. “I’m sorry if I made it sound like it’s a bad thing.” His laughter cools down and you suddenly starting to feed on his adorable grin, with your cheeky eyes. “Everything you say sounded like a government’s mans’ speech. Maybe it’s your deep voice. It’s very sexy.” You blurted out, confidently. He cleared his throat and reached for a glass of water, before it tips overs splashed the liquid over the carpeted floor. You handed him your glass and waved for a waiter. The dinner date ended shortly after, and unlike his confident expressions before, he constantly look away, apologizing and staying oddly quiet. The event affected him. He sent you off with a taxi, fully paid and you knew from the way he turned his back to you, you were not going to see him ever again. Not because you weren’t a potential girlfriend, but because he couldn’t forgive himself for making a mistake, no one intended. And you knew from that, that he is going to be hard to please and he will self-blame himself until it consumes him. A relationship with him will become toxic if he doesn’t reciprocate an approach you initiated.

You blinked, and you were back in the kitchen with a very silent Yoongi. And the conversation ended there, until Yoongi’s mother walked back in.

“Everything good?” She greeted.
“Yeah.” “Yup.”

The lunch on a Saturday began shortly after Yoongi finished making his braised spicy seafood. You were listening to mom ranting about a shop assistant who wouldn’t explain why her coupons couldn’t be used, while Yoongi stays very quiet. You noticed that and looked at him, from across the table. You placed an eggroll in his bowl, he picks them up with his chopstick, took them in his mouth and snapped his head to the side, chewing. His jaw muscle tensed. “I mean,” Mother began, “…I don’t understand.” Yoongi cleaned up his plate with a single swipe of the spoon. “…Why won’t you guys date?” Mother finished her sentence and you dropped your gaze to your bowl. Yoongi took his away and pushed the chair back, signalling that he’s done with his lunch, “…I know right.” Yoongi started to rinse his bowl, tilting his head back a little, gawking an insincere smile.

“…Why won’t we date?” He dried his hands, take the plate of frozen honeydew from the fridge and to the table where you were. “You guys will be perfect for each other. I like her. Tell me, darling, is it Yoongi?” Mother patted your knee underneath the table. A broken smile crept on your lips, hesitantly. The chopstick you used to eat seemed so heavy. As you recalled the events that unfold in your head when you heard the word ‘date’ and ‘Yoongi’ in one sentence.

It must have been a week after the summer ended, and autumn began, several years ago. The autumn leaves started to scatter every time the wind blows. Yoongi’s attention shifted to the ground while you gaze up to the only leaf that’s hanging on the twig of a frail-looking tree, by the small pond of your hometown. “Barely hanging on.” You whispered. And in Yoongi’s head, was all the words he wished he could have said, his silence that you understood so much and you passed a knowing smile. “…I know you want to hold on,” You said to him, digging your hands far into the hoodie he lend you. “…But I want you see the world. See other girls. Date many other girls, first. And if, you still want me, you can come back to me. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re making a mistake when you are in a relationship with me.” You explained.

Ridiculous. One word in Yoongi’s head.

Why would wanting to date you—be a mistake? Why would wanting to choose you, of all these girls around, be a mistake? Why is it wrong to want someone you want? Yoongi thought that you didn’t think he was good enough. That’s why he didn’t bother to fight for you. A withering love that he felt, wasn’t the same thing you feel. You were simply giving him a choice. Yoongi knows only you, and it would be a waste for him to never know all the types of girls out there, when he could. “So you don’t want me.” He spat, forcing his lips out and nodded, sourly at the trees above. “No… I just don’t want you to feel spared of what the world had to offer.” You softly say, kicking air. “I don’t care what the world had to offer,” He slummed, and he sighs, “…And if you put it that way, then fine. I’ll roam around the world, see other people, but only because you told me to, not because I wanted to. I can’t hold on to things that wants to drift away.” The heavy conversation dims that way, with no words from you. You left for main city to study, and Yoongi went to do resumed his passion. Both of you went separate ways. For a while, for two, three years.

Yoongi walked past the living room and snatched his iPad before walking down the hallway to his room. “Why don’t you guys date?” Mother asked, impatiently. “Ask her…” Yoongi grumbled.

Sun is setting soon, after spending the whole day with Yoongi and his mom, you told them you needed to go. But Yoongi’s mother always had an excuse to let you stay an hour longer. And an hour become two, two became three and before you know it, it was an hour before midnight. This time, Yoongi’s mother was laying asleep on the couch and Yoongi grabbed the car key across the table while you waited at the door. “…Come up with something so she’ll think I left because of emergencies.” You advised Yoongi, walking out the main door. “I’m not going to lie to my mother.” He grumbled back at you, leading the way to the elevator. “…It’s not the first time you lied to her.” You darted back, “You think she would really believe that you and the girls you brought home was just, a friendly fling? What a total bullshit.” You chucked your tongue. “You think I’m sleeping with them?” He shot.

“Why wouldn’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, challenging.

Yoongi passed you a look that screams, unbelievable. “All these years of knowing me, and still, you would think I would sleep with just any girls. Am I a fuckboy?”

“With those looks? Undeniably, yes.”
“Well glad to hear that. Everything is going as planned, yes?” He bit his lower lip as the lift descends to the parking lot. You didn’t think you needed to answer that. It was a trick question. He was clearly trying to remind you what you said to him on that autumn morning. Freeing him from his ‘leash’, releasing him from the latch he wants to be in. Drifting away from him, because you thought you were not enough for him, when he is clearly all you need. The drive home was accompanied by songs you knew he arranged. One particular song brought you back to that very day, and it was titled, ‘Dead Leaves’. You looked out the car window in silent, watching arrays of trees dancing in the subtle wind. The street partially empty down this side of the city, and you were overwhelmed with feelings you can’t explain.

So you started to speak, very slowly, just as the song ended. There was no track right after that one, suggests that it must have been the end of the track. “…I had a very difficult three years.”

“Mom’s health was deteriorating. Dad was working at 67, and I couldn’t find a job. My little brother was getting wavered by online games, and he was skipping class.” You blinked slowly at the view of the street, from the moving car. “…I had no one to turn to. I was devastated, and at many point during that span of three years, I thought of…disappearing. I thought of horrible things. I couldn’t stand at the top of the building, not wanting to be at the edge. I stared at the ceiling fan in my room, already knowing how to tie a knot with the belt. I put my face in the pillow and just when I started to stop breathing, I turned to the side, gasping for air. You have no idea how many times I said to myself, to live just one more day.” You wiped away a trickle of tear with the back of your hand. Yoongi stayed very silent, as usual.

“…Wow, I’ve been keeping this inside me for so long. Because couldn’t find the time to cry.” You giggled and sniffed. Yoongi was making a left turn to the apartment you stayed in, the guards granted entry and he walked you up to your apartment, accompanying you. “Thank you, for listening to my unfortunate rants. Thank you for letting me cook in your apartment. Thank you for being a good son and friend. Thank you for coming all the way up here to send me home. Just thank you so much, now off you go.” You said, standing behind the door of your apartment and when you were just about to shut the door, Yoongi placed his hand on it, stopping you. He hung his head low and you asked him why he did that.

He looked at you with a pair of eyes you didn’t recognise coming from Yoongi, through his bangs and filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher. “How dare you lived a life without me,” he grumbled, pushing the door wider as he speaks, “…I like the fact that you suffered without me. But I hate the fact that you didn’t run to me, when you could have. And should have.” He is in your apartment completely now, clenching his jaws. “Because of your pride?” He tips his head to the side a bit before grabbing you, before you could even reply, held you by the back of your neck and placed his lips on you. He took your scent in as if he had been waiting for so long for this, inhaling you. And his kiss was gentle as it progresses, oozing a lot of love with every inch of its movement, easing you into the mood. One hand on your hip, the other behind your head, holding you in place. You feel the wall behind you, fully. Your head was protected by his hand so it won’t drill against the concrete while he spills verses of love through his elaborated kisses.

You broke the kiss and he pants, with a boyish grin on his face, “…What pride?” He eyed you up and down, eating you up. He thumbed your lips, lovingly, as if he was trying to memorise how it felt and tasted like. “I think you still want me.” Yoongi tips his eyes up, and instead of lust, he was looking at you with much care. In contrast of how he initiated the kiss. Maybe it was the spur of the moment. But those eyes that are looking at you right now, is the eyes of the Yoongi you left by the small pond of your home town, many years ago. And he is back, with the same desire, slightly older but is heavily prepared to regain what he’s lost. “Are you sure it’s me you want?” Your voice sounded embarrassingly croaky with want, and you prayed he didn’t notice that. He linked his forehead to yours, “…Fuck yeah.”

And the morning can come, and Yoongi would still want you. Let all the mornings come, for all he wants, is you.

Mother got the daughter in law she wanted. And Yoongi came back to you. Isn’t that what soulmates are? That no matter how far apart you drifted, you’ll always come back to the place you believed is home. “I don’t hate autumn as much now.” Yoongi stated, playing with your fourth finger, twisting the ring. “You hated it before?” You looked up at his jaw, laying your head on his shoulder.

“Absolutely despise it.”

The reason the Philippines remains, as always, poor 

From left to right

Joseph Ejercito  “Erap” Estrada - CORRUPT former president of the Philippines, found guilty of plunder, stealing from the Filipino people. Former actor. Massive protests resulted in his resignation, but he was still able to run for and win a position as Mayor of Manila. 

President Rodrigo Duterte - current president, known best for the drug war that resulted in the deaths of over 7000 filipinos in the span of 9 months, as well as for insulting multiple world leaders and making rape jokes about dead missionaries and short skirt jokes about his Vice President Leni Robredo. 

Gloria Macapagal Arroyo - former president of the Philippines with a 10 year term that spanned from when she as vice president replaced erap, to when she was re-elected for a 6 year term. Known for scandals of corruption and extra judicial killings in her time as president. 

Imelda Marcos - WORST OF ALL, wife of infamous dictator whose regime resulted in the kidnapping, torture, rape, murders of thousands of Filipinos and the stealing of billions from the Filipino people that still have not been fully paid back to this day, an act which permanently crippled the Philippines’ economy, or at least has for the last thirty plus years. She’s still wealthy, living freely, with her son having run for VP in the previous 2016 election.

All together, one big happy family of murderers and thieves, all free and rich and influential. 

bransii  asked:

Hi! I'm a new reader and I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing n_n Could you do some headcanons on RFA+V+Saeran with an animator MC? Maybe with them trying to help her with her work with their own talents and whatnot? Like Zen doing voices, Yoosung with story ideas, etc, etc. Thank you!

Cute idea ^^


Request Killing: 2/30

RFA+Saeran and Animator MC


  • You call him almost every night to ask for his opinion on the storyline, and he tries his best to offer suggestions or ideas for you to bounce off of
  • But unlike you, he wasn’t used to staying up so late…
  • Most nights, you would hear him snoring lightly over the phone while you were in the middle of talking
  • Although you’d feel annoyed at first (especially since you were stressed over your work), you’d calm down and remind yourself that Yoosung was willingly giving his time to you despite not benefiting from it
  • Just the mere thought of him trying so hard to help you every night made you smile.
  • He wakes up and finds himself in his own puddle of drool on the desk most mornings (HE NEVER LEARNS)
  • And desperately tries to wipe it up, thoroughly embarrassed that he still drools despite being a college student
  • He always feels apologetic that he falls asleep first, and wants to help you the best he can, knowing that you stay up even later than him—sometimes he wonders if you even sleep…


  • He very much looks forward to being your voice actor!! Although you tried to pay him, he firmly refused
  • “We’re friends, aren’t we, MC?” he’d say, pouting as he tried to guilt-trip you
  • He already has a lot in his schedule—his rehearsals, plays, work-outs, modelling, acting lessons… And now he tries to fit in voice-acting for you, barely having time to eat even 2 meals a day, and only sleeping a few hours every night
  • Sadly, you were too caught up in your own busy life to notice that his condition was worsening
  • He put on bright smiles to see you every time he came to help, putting on extra make-up to hide the tired lines on his face and forcing out a good voice for you even when he was risking a sore throat
  • It wasn’t until he didn’t show up one day that you realized what was going on. You had tried to phone him when he was late, but he hadn’t picked up. So you asked In the RFA group chat, and Jaehee immediately replied that Zen had been taken to the hospital!
  • When you read the news article that followed the incident, you learned that he had been overworking himself, and that he had collapsed in the studio. No wonder he couldn’t make it today…
  • Immediately, you were overwhelmed with guilt, knowing you were one of the reasons he collapsed.
  • He ruffles your hair when you visit him at the hospital, laughing that he was perfectly fine. But he did end up agreeing to only help you out when he had free time


  • She was already busy with all the work Jumin gave her
  • But you’re her best friend and there was no way she wouldn’t support you
  • You had no idea, but she was the one who ordered food for you every night… You would hear your doorbell ring and find a deliveryman standing there with food in his hands, fully paid for already under your name even though you knew you hadn’t made the order
  • And in the mornings, Jaehee would drop off a hot drink for you before she headed for work. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes flavoured tea, and sometimes sweet milk.
  • She knows that you often stayed up all night perfecting scenes, and thought the caffeine would help you regain your energy—also because she was aware that you would keep working until you’d pass out, so that extra bit of energy was definitely needed


  • He wasn’t really sure what animating was
  • Until you showed him one of your videos…
  • He was absolutely flabbergasted. “You made this? From scratch? The whole thing?” he had asked, a bit doubtful because it looked so professional.
  • He vowed to support every one of your works, and became the source of your funds
  • Of course, you used the money only when you really needed it, not wanting to take advantage of your friendship with him
  • He paid for billboards to advertise your projects, no matter how grand your animation really was
  • It was thanks to him that you gained so much attention from famous animators, who offered to be your mentor!


  • He came right over to help! Although his main job was hacking, he was skilled in all forms of technology—be it video edits, photoshop, social networking, computer code, etc.
  • Oh, but he had zero art sense, so he couldn’t help you with digital art
  • BUT he would help you organize the frames, and give feedback if something was out of place. He had a keen eye for detail after all. (Developed from the need to be severely attentive in his missions)
  • While you were busy working on your animations, Seven would take snippets of your work and upload it online, using his bots to get it trending over the internet
  • Yes, that’s why you’d wake up and find scenes of your animation all over social media…
  • (He also filtered out any negative comments as well, so you would only see love, support and encouragement from your fans)
  • And since he was right beside you, he would make you catch some sleep, lecturing you that it was important for your health. (He wasn’t always around though, since he had his own work)
  • Seven was the biggest help whenever you were busy animating, both in the actual animation and keeping your sanity in check.


  • He was the one who took all your reference photos for you
  • Sometimes, you wanted a certain scenery for your backgrounds, and he’d search high and low to find the closest thing to what you imagined—he would go on a lot of trips every time you had another animation project… (which made Yoosung accuse him of slacking off and not really helping… lolol the omelette boy just had to find every reason to jab at V)
  • And sometimes, you’d want a specific angle of an object, and he would take hundreds of photos just to find THE angle you desired
  • Sometimes you suddenly decided you didn’t want that angle, after all. And then he’d go through the pains of taking even more photos for you
  • But he was always happy to help
  • He loved travelling, he loved photography, and he loved being helpful to you!


  • He was a bit jealous that everyone else kind of had a set job—the creative and young Yoosung helping with the plot, the actor Zen helping to voice lines, the motherly figure Jaehee who made sure you were eating healthily, the corporate director Jumin providing funds, the photographer V helping to find reference photos, and his techy brother Seven who helped put your animation together.
  • So he tried to help in his own way. He would be your ‘Vanderwood.’
  • He cleaned up your house while you were too busy concentrating on your work to notice
  • He would prepare meals (Saeran was a good cook!) since he knew the take-out that Jaehee ordered for you wasn’t healthy to have everyday
  • He’d cover you up with a blanket whenever you fell asleep—sometimes if you hadn’t gotten much sleep in DAYS, he’d dump you into your bed and lock you in there
  • And… most embarrassing for him to admit, Saeran would even model clothes for you. Surprisingly, he could pull off a ton of styles! Whether it was a badboy, innocent, cheerful or even girly look, he’d still look cute! (Well, Seven dooooes cosplay a lot and matches various styles… Not surprised that his twin has that ability, too…)
  • Although he never voiced his opinions or complaints, he was very, very pleased that he was able to help you!

Bonus: You gave each of the RFA members a special mention in the credits of your animation, which really touched their hearts!!

Letters For You

Pairing: Popular!Y/N/!Nerd!Michael

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Michael’s seat in French class is situated right by the door giving him the chance to see the popular girl Y/N sitting in the other classroom across from the hall. He is shy and doesn’t know how to express his words so he does by secretly putting love notes into her locker.

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An open post, addressed to Men; who consider themselves 'Allies' to the cause of Female Supremacy.

The below is a totally non-complete and non-scientific list of things we (Men) can do to improve the quality of the lives of the women around us. Some of these items are minor, some require a little more effort. None require extreme action.

If, like me, you agree the world would be much better off governed solely by biological females - these are small steps we can take to help the cause along the way. By making women’s daily lives easier, we begin to lay the foundations of a peaceful, happy, female oriented world of tomorrow.

Please feel free to add to this list, remove from the list as you see fit, just please mention that your list is based from this one. I may add to this from time to time.

(P.S. - Enacting any or all of these warrants no special reward, no prize and no recognition. These should be common courtesies extended to women, by men; to improve their lives and help to try and make up for the piss poor treatment that the entire female sex has suffered for 1000s of years. )

If you work with women:

- Offer to make her/them a tea/coffee; so she/they can continue working. If she/they decline(s) don’t pester and just offer again when you next make one. Never be pushy.
- Clean her/their cup(s)if you do, don’t be lazy.
- Keep the workplace tidy, don’t leave this to the women.
- Complement women on the work they do and thank them for the their efforts. A little thanks goes a long way.
- Don’t bear down or mansplain anything.
- Don’t talk over women.
- Don’t comment on women’s appearance anything other than a polite ‘you look nice today’.

If you employ women:

- Never enforce a dress code you don’t enforce on men (I.E. High heels or make-up).
- Promote and hire women over men when possible, if it’s a choice between two candidates right for the job, choose the woman.
- When hiring women, always push for the most significant pay/benefits package possible for her role.
- Allow fully paid menstruation leave (Min 2 days per month) on top of holidays and sick pay. This should be in contracts with female employees. No equivalent should be offered to male employees (as, you know, they don’t fucking need it).
- Allow women to leave early if they have an issue with children. Don’t hold this against them.
- Ensure there is a safe, strictly enforced women-only space available (ideally accessible using ID cards/security passes only. With penalties up to and including termination for men who enter this space.

If you’re employed by a woman:

- follow her instructions to the letter. She has enough to deal with without you not listening.
- If she asks you to perform minor things outside your duties (I.e - tidy the office, or do a coffee run) do it without hesitation.
- Offer to take charge of any errands she may need running.

In the street/on the road:

- Never wolf-whistle.
- Hold doors open for women who are pregnant/pushing prams or holding bags etc. Expect no reward.
- Don’t stare at women.
- Don’t objectify women.
- Don’t push in front of women in queues.
- Give way to women at road junctions who are waiting (so long as it’s safe and lawful)
- If it’s dark/late and a woman is approaching you, cross the road/keep your distance. Due to rape culture, women report feeling tense in these situations. Make it as comfortable as possible for her.

In the home:

- Men should strive to make women’s lives as comfortable as possible. There are studies that show men THINK they’re doing more in the home than they’re actually doing when it comes to house-care/home cooking/house cleaning and childcare. There’s no such thing as a man doing “too much” around the house, but there is such a thing as a man doing too little (and most men do too little). It isn’t ‘glamorous’ or ‘fun’ but it is absolutely reasonable and necessary. This means men do at the very minimum 75% of the household chores, ideally more. Women have to put up with much more shit at work on a daily basis than men do, she shouldn’t have to worry about doing as much as you in the home.
- If you have kids, make it clear in absolutely no uncertain terms that all major decisions are made by the Female head of the household. Any girls growing up in the household will see female authority as natural and act accordingly, any boys growing up will see this and know to respect female authority in life elsewhere.
- If she has friends over, don’t get in the way. But do make yourself useful.

When raising Daughters:

- Teach them unlimited aspirations.
- Teach them about excellent female role models.
- Don’t enforce über femininity on her, she’ll decide for herself later in life her look/style.
- Take her to self defence classes.
- Make sure she sees the head of the house is Female.
- Ensure she feels safe to talk about anything to you.

When raising sons:

- Teach them to respect and listen to what women are saying. Don’t enforce female supremacy on children, but also don’t reinforce societal roles of Female submission and male dominance. The removal of toxic masculinity begins with fathers and sons.
- Teach them about excellent female role models.
- Make sure he sees the head of the house is female.
- Make sure he feels he can talk to you about anything.

In the bedroom/Sexuality:

- Never pay for sex. The chances of the woman invoked having gone through no abuse/degradation is nil. Paying for sex is paying for the abuse of women.
- Men should never push for sex from a partner, regardless of how horny they are feeling. While trying to ‘come on’ to a partner is of course fine, accept her first rebuttal. If she wants sex, you’ll know about it.
- Prioritise the woman’s desires/fantasies always. Do your best to put aside your own wants for her benefit.
- If a woman has said no to a sex act (I.e Anal) never ask for it again. She’ll let you know if she’s changed her mind and wants to try it. Anything else is pressuring her.
- The woman should dictate what sex involves. Even if this extends to rarely/never having PiV. The idea that this IS sex must be removed from society, it’s merely an act on the massive spectrum of sexual activity (and can be very disappointing to women when compared to female centric acts like cunnilingus).
- Never sexually dominate a woman (even on her request) as much as this appears to contradict the previous point, it doesn’t. The overall goal of female supremacy supersedes the individuals sex lives. The less instances men have any authority over women the better.
- Reverse the orgasm gap. Women are naturally capable of multiple orgasms whilst men are not. It’s selfish and unfair to limit women to one or no orgasm(s) when she’s capable of much more. Sex should never involve a man orgasming and a woman not. The reverse is acceptable.

When professionally dealing with women (serving a table, sales etc):

- Be polite, use ma'am/madam unless you’re told differently.
- Don’t eavesdrop on conversations.
- If she has an issue with your service/establishment - listen attentively, she’s probably been pretty nervous about asking you because of social conditioning.

On a night out
- NEVER touch women without permission.
- If you ask a woman to dance or buy her a drink, if she refuses don’t press the issue. Wish her a good night a walk away.
- Intervene if a woman is clearly on her own and being intimidated by a man / either report or step in.


- Don’t tell sexist jokes.
- Don’t wolf whistle.
- Don’t mansplain.
- Don’t intimidate.
- Don’t raise your voice.
- It’s the little things that count: men should regularly ask the women close to them (e.g.: mothers, wives, girlfriends, etc) if they “need anything [else] done?”, or “is there anything [else] I can do for you?”. It’s a good simple open-ended question that can lead to women naming their needs and it doesn’t come across as unusual when asked. It comes across as considerate and polite.

Just to re-iterate, none of these things qualify you as a female supremacist ally. These are good starting blocks though. Let’s make a better world! #FemaleSupremacy

(P.S. - Big thanks to @radfem-femsep-femsup-amazon for her help input and excellent additions. It’s been much appreciated)

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How about the losers working a crappy summer job hcs? Like at a fast food joint or something?

-Richie for sure works at a drive thru window at some fast food joint with neon orange and red lights. All the Losers take trips to visit him in Bill or Eddie’s cars. He definitely secretly eats the food and tries to charm every customer that pulls up to the window despite his dumb paper hat. Ever since Bev asked for him to bring home fries on his first day, he brings her some everyday.  

-Bill works at the movie theater, much to Richie jealousy who was not hired. This means he hooks the losers up with tickets and popcorn whenever he can. He is a responsible worker who loves when it’s his day to clean the glass covered movie posters that are lined up on the brick wall outside. As he cleans, he makes up his own stories based on the artwork of the poster.

-Mike works at this really cool diner and does whatever he can to help. He mops, waits tables, takes bus boy duties etc. The Losers love to visit and slurp down a different kind of milkshake each time (Sometimes Richie drinks one for himself and then helps Eddie finish his own.) Mike keeps a stash of quarters for the jukebox machine for Bev and Richie to fight over.

-Ben works at the library! He applied several times until he was finally hired. All of his co-workers are old ladies who frown each time Richie comes in for a visit. Ben occasionally picks out books for the Losers (He knows Stan loves the bird books). He has the tendency to go off on tangents about books and the Losers never interrupt, they let him talk about what he loves.

-Beverly works at a record shop. She was actually rejected by the manager but came in one day and saw an abandoned broom and started sweeping. She came in everyday afterwards and organized albums, cleaned etc. None of the employees were sure what she was doing so they let her. The manager finally noticed and just decided to keep her. She is now being fully paid. 

-Stan works at the school over the summer doing what he loves, organizing and cataloging books. He spends the day walking around the place and working, he’s friendly with all the janitors. Richie thinks it would be soooo fun for all the Losers to spend the night in the creepy school and Stan rejects the idea every time he suggests it. 

-Eddie works at the little ice cream stand in the park. His boss is a kind old man who lets him and his friends have free samples. He knows his mother hates him being around something so unhealthy everyday and that’s why he loves it so much. The Losers are always around, acting like they aren’t just visiting for the ice cream. Richie walks Eddie home and Eddie always has an ice cream cone for him. 

-They all have jars where they put in their savings in case of fun trips or emergencies. 

FAHC - Not So Ruthless

I know everyone paints The Fakes as the gang of ruthless killers that they are in GTA. Think about this though. The Fakes who have a “no women or children” rule. The Fakes who have the records on every civilian in Los Santos so they can to know who’s innocent and who more than deserves their sentence. The Fakes who will easily take anyone hostage, but refuse to kill the people they hold captor.

What about Geoff making sure an area is clear of civilian causalities before a heist kicks off. What about Ryan accepting arrest a few dozen times just so he doesn’t have to gun down the police when it’s “Take Your Kid to Work Day”.

Imagine Michael and Gavin getting to know the teens of the neighborhood and telling them not to get into trouble with gangs and drugs just so they don’t have to cross them in the streets years later.

Think about Jack, who mapped out every small struggling businesses in Los Santos so the crew knows not to steal what little they have. Or Jeremy who knows routes around the city that avoid dog parks and shelters so the string of cops following him won’t run over any strays.

And Ray, whose innocent face couldn’t possibly have any connection with crime in Los Santos, donating his money and time to charity.

What about all the Fakes donating time and money to charity. Retirement homes and hospitals receiving heft anonymous in cash donations. Orphanages and daycares find huge piles of toys every Christmas.

Are the Fakes vigilantes? No. Are mistakes made, causing people to die who shouldn’t have? Always. But there’s no better coping method for all this chaos than kindness. Behind every civilian death, fully paid debts and expenses. Behind every property damage a check to repair it twice over. The Fakes have their fun, but they know what out of line means.

Titanic Tuition

Fandom: Marvel

Character/Ship: Tony Stark, Intern!Reader

Warning: College, Fluff?, Sushi

Writer: Cas

Words: 821

Requested by: @consultingalchemist on @thefandomimagine

Summary: Interning for Tony Stark and him finding your laptop open to a scholarship application page. Seeing that you’ve applied to everything possible, he offers to help you pay tuition

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Forever Hold Your Peace Pt.1 // Ethan Dolan Imagine




Everyone rose up from their seats as the wedding march began. You watched as Ethan stood at the front of the alter with his hands crossed over one another. You watched as he smiled the moment the doors behind the church opened. 

You watched as his beautiful bride walked down the isle with the same loved up look on her face. Everyone around you were teary eyed and emotional as they saw the two of them standing up in front of the church. 

“You may be seated,” the priest spoke out in a loud voice. Sitting down with everyone else you kept your eyes on Ethan who was sitting down next to her while holding her hand. “We are gathered here today to watch Ethan Grant Dolan and Katie Lia Johnson in the sacred sacrament that is matrimony. A day two hearts will bind into one and two families with come together as one,” the priest began to speak and the more he talked the easier it got to tune him out. Why did you even come to the wedding? 

Why are you torturing yourself by watching your ex-boyfriend marry the new love of his life? Oh right because Ethan has been your best friend since first grade. He wanted you to go to the wedding because apparently you have been their since the beginning of their relationship. He wanted you to watch him marry the girl of his dreams. The girl who stole his heart six months after the two of you broke up. The girl who let you know that he was going to be hers forever and to back off. The girl who took your best friend from you forever.
Everyone thought that the two of you would end up together. 

They all thought the two standing at the alter would have been Ethan and you.
The shock that came with you two breaking up was major. Everyone asked questions and wondered why you two didn’t work out. Sometimes you caught yourself wondering why the two of you didn’t work out. The two of you dated for a solid four years. It all ended on that one fateful night in November when the two of you were arguing about some stupid thing.

 You two let the things spiral out of control and somewhere in the middle of the fight broke it off. Gosh did you regret that day so much. Feeling a tap on your shoulder from your friend, you looked to your right and realized that everyone was standing up. Quickly standing up you felt your face heat up as the people surrounding you stared at you in judgment. The priest kept on rambling on about love and how marriage was a serious thing. Everything felt dragged on and like it would never end. You counted the total of times you were asked to stand up and counted a total of four times. Currently all of you were sitting down waiting for the priest to just get to the I do’s of the couple. “If any of you has reasons why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,” you heard the priest speak out. 

You felt all eyes on you probably waiting for you to do something. Your friend grabbed your shaking hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze as he too felt awkward under the gaze of the 300 plus people invited. You wanted to stand up and tell them that they couldn’t get married. That they weren’t a perfect match. Yet you knew it would ruin a day that was supposed to be perfect for Ethan. The day he would dream about since the two of you were kids. You couldn’t do that to him. The tension in the air grew thick as you looked up and saw Grayson giving you a soft reassuring smile. Smiling back at him you turned your attention back to Ethan and Katie who had their eyes on one another.

 Finally the priest began to speak again and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You again tuned out the rest of the wedding. Ignoring the vows and them saying I do’s to one another. You kept your eyes on the glass windows behind them as they kissed for the first time as husband and wife. You stood up to clap as they both ran out behind their wedding court. “I’m proud of you.” James, your friend, praised as he guided you out the church with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Thanks. I really want to go home right now and get out of this stupid dress.” You sighed as you ran a hand down the beautiful lace bodycon dress you found on sale the week before the wedding. 

 “Come on lets go to the party for a little. We will only stay for an hour or two at the most.” He pleaded while grabbing your hand making you shake your head. 

“No, I just really want to go home,” You sighed. Neither of the two noticed that most of the guest were watching the two of you interact wondering if you had finally had a new boyfriend. That’s when the gossip began saying you finally got a boyfriend after two years of breaking it off with Ethan. 

 “Come on there is going to be free food. I’ll also take you out for some ice cream and pizza tomorrow,” he pouted making you look at him with a smile. 

“Fine, I’ll go but only because you promised to buy me food.”
The drive to the reception was a short one. Katie picked the building a few blocks away from the church so people wouldn’t be late to the cocktail hour. Everything went fast paced for the first fifty minutes of the reception as everyone was buzzing with excitement to the newly weds and finding their seats. Soon the two were introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Ethan Grant Dolan creating a louder roar from the guest.

 I on the other hand, just quietly clapped along before sipping some of the disgusting wine Katie chose for the guest. 

“Oh my gosh Y/N! I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?” One of Ethan’s aunt’s asked you as she passed by to her table. 

“I’m good. How are you?” You asked her while setting down your wine glass. 

“Oh you know same old same old. The kids really miss having you around. You should come around the house sometime. Oh also I’m going to give you a quick heads up. Everyone thinks that James and you are dating so you might get asked some questions or get curious looks. Unless you two are actually an item now?” She asked and that’s when you realized she didn’t care about how you were doing. She only wanted to know if James and you were actually dating. 

Before you could answer her question James wrapped his arms around your shoulders and said, “Yes we are dating. Now if you will excuse us I’d like to dance with my beautiful girlfriend.” Confused you got up from your seat and follow him out to the dance floor where a lot of people were slow dancing. 

“Why did you say that?” You asked him as you wrapped your arm around his neck and followed his slow pace.

 “I said that so that they would just shut up about it. I was literally asked five times if we were a thing when I walked over to the bathroom.” He sighed in annoyance making you laugh. 

 “Yup sounds about right,” you laughed while resting your head on his chest.

 “Well at least now my mom will get off my back for a while about me getting a boyfriend until I tell her we aren’t really a thing.” You joked making him laugh. 

“Little does everyone know that I like someone else.” 

 “How are things going with Safia? Last time I talked to her she looked really happy about going on that first date with you.” You asked while picking up your head to look at him. 

“Things are going great. We’ve been on one other dates and I’m planning on asking her to be my girlfriend on the third one. I’m taking her to the roof of my apartment with a picnic set out with her favorite foods,” He began to explain making you smile at how happy he looked to have finally found someone. The song was soon over and you went off to the side to get a drink. 

As you were at the bar you spotted Ethan outside on the large balcony near the bar that was hidden by a large white sheet.

 “Two beers please.” You told the bartender trying your best to ignore Ethan who was standing outside on the balcony. You could tell from the small gap in the sheets that he looked deep in thought. He kept running his hands through his hair and tapping his foot on the floor telling you that he was anxious. Grabbing both the beers you decided to be a good best friend and go ask him what was wrong. 

“Hey,” you smiled while setting the beers on the ledge of the balcony. 

“I see you still have the habit of drinking,” he teased making you turn around and face him. 

 “I’m going to need it to get through the night. Plus one isn’t mine.” You stated while grabbing your drink and taking a small sip. 

 “Is your boyfriend not interesting enough to keep you entertained?” He asked while taking a drink out of the cup sitting in front of him.

 “My boyfriend is perfect entertainment. The music is what bores me. Let me guess, Katie also picked it out?” You sarcastically asked him feeling annoyed that he would say James was a boring person. Yeah he wasn’t your boyfriend but he was your friend and you weren’t going to let anyone insult him. 

 “I happen to think she has a great taste in music.” He lied. You could tell because he looked away from you and looked down to his feet. An old habit he picked up when you two were eleven that made it easier to tell when he was lying to you. 

 “Oh shut up. I can read you like the back of my hand Ethan. That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” You laughed while taking a huge chug out of your beer. 

 “I seem to always forget that. I tried to like her music but it’s just too dull for my liking. I like music with a beat you know.” He shrugged making you nod. 

 “I know.” 

 “How are you? I haven’t really gotten around to talk to you with all this wedding stuff going on,” he asked while turning his body to face you giving you his full attention. 

 “I’m good, great actually. I finally got the job promotion that I’ve been wanting for months now. All my college loans are fully paid off and I finally finished all twelve seasons of Criminal Minds on Netflix.” You explained with a smile. 

 “I remember when we were little and you would always talk about how you couldn’t wait to have the career you have now. We would sit by the lake near my house and talk for hours. We were so happy then weren’t we,” he spoke as if going off into a daydream.

 “Oh how can I forget our days by the lake. That was the place that held so many of our special memories. I remember the day you pushed me into the lake and made me fall on a rock. I still have the scar on my arm to remind me of that fateful day in June. I can say that the famous Ethan Dolan gave me a scar. Wow imagine the fame I would get from it!” You joked making him laugh.

 “I still feel bad for doing that, but hey that’s when I realized I had a little crush on you. We were what eleven?” 

 “Twelve. Wait so you are telling me you had a crush on me for years until you finally grew the balls to ask me out?” You asked in shock. This was all new to you. 

 “Yes in a way. Don’t you remember Grayson ratting me out? He literally told you that I had a crush on you and I ran out the house,” he chuckled.

 “How could I forget. That was the day you tried to hide out by the lake but I found you. I remember sitting their for almost an hour until you finally spoke and asked me out.” I responded, smiling at the memory that flooded my thoughts. 

“That was the night I asked you out and we shared our first kiss as a couple,” he said. This made your heart skip a beat. Oh that day was one of the memories you would never forget. Ethan was your first kiss. You remember still to this day how his lips felt against yours. How perfectly you felt they fit together. How you felt, and still do to this day that the two of you were meant to be. Yet today you watched him get married to someone he believed was his soulmate.

“Umm hey I gotta go but I’ll see you around? Congrats on your wedding I wish you two the best of luck,” You quickly said hoping he didn’t catch that you didn’t really mean what you said. 

 “Don’t give me bullshit either Y/N. I’ll see you around,” he laughed before walking off. You looked down at your feet with a small smile on your face. The fact that he knew you so well made you happy. It told you he still cared enough to notice things about you. Deciding to stay outside you stared out into the busy city streets. 

The cars zoomed by the busy streets. People walked down the sidewalk chit chatting to one another. Multiple thoughts ran through your head. They were beginning to overwhelm you and before you realized it you began to cry. You began to cry for many reasons. One being that you were finally realizing that your job would require you to move out of Jersey. The second being that the love of your life was going to be out of your life forever. The third reason was that you were happy that Ethan finally found the happiness he deserved. 

 “Hey Y/N,” a voice behind you spoke. 

You didn’t even have to turn around to know who was behind you. The voice belonged to someone you’ve know almost your entire life. 

 “Hey Gray, what brings you out here to this lovely balcony?” You asked him as you quickly wiped away the tears running down your face. 

 “It was beginning to be to much inside so I decided to get out for a while,” he said. 

 “It is a bit loud in their isn’t it,” you spoke with a strained voice. Feeling his arms around you, you began to sob. Turning around you buried your face in his chest while tightly clutching his suit. Grayson gently rubbed your back while softly telling you that it was going to be okay. Yet you knew it wasn’t. Finally after a few moments you pulled away from him and wiped away your tear stained face. 

 “I’m leaving Grayson,” you finally admitted. 

 “Leaving the party?” He asked completely clueless to the whole situation. 

Shaking your head you said, “No Grayson. I’m leaving Jersey and moving to London. My job transferred me their. I’m leaving tomorrow night. I was planning on telling Ethan but I just couldn’t do it. He looks so happy and I couldn’t ruin it by telling him I’m leaving.” 

 “How long are you leaving for?” He asked. 

 “I’m not sure. I could be living their permanently for all I know. I’m kind of glad I am moving. I get to start a new life. New relationships. I get to work on myself better and figure out who I am.” You admitted while running your hands through your hair. 

 “I’m happy for you. I’m sure Ethan is too. Yeah we are going to miss you but hey I can always visit.” Smiling you nodded your head and pulled him into another hug. 

 “Gosh am I going to miss your awkward self,” you laughed sadly. 

 “You are going to hate me for telling you this but Ethan almost didn’t go through the wedding,” Grayson said. Shocked you pulled away from him searching for any signs of lying. 

 “What why?” You asked him. “He said that he had this dream the night before and that something just didn’t feel right. He didn’t tell me what the dream was but he looked pretty spooked by it. Later on before he was set to go to the wedding I overheard him talking to our mom.” He paused watching your face to see if he should go on or stop their. 

 Once he realized you looked interested and curious to the whole situation e continued, “Ethan was saying how he might still have feelings for you. He said that he dreamt the wedding but it wasn’t Katie who was walking down the isle. It was you. He felt confused and I heard my ma tell him that he should do what was right. I was a bit shocked to see him go through the wedding but I realized he probably married her because he felt it was the right thing to do. The reason being was that they spent a year planning the wedding and that she deserved her big day.” 

 The revelation made you speechless. You looked down to the ground trying to process what was just told to you. 

 “So he chose her. He had the choice to choose me but instead he chose her,” you whispered mostly to yourself but Grayson still heard.

 “Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m sure if he could he would have chosen you.” 

“No, he did have the choice but he didn’t. Thank you for telling me this because now,” you paused and smiled,“ I can finally move on.” 

 “Ummm you are welcome?” He said confused to the whole thing.

 Hugging him goodbye you walked off the balcony and outside the venue. You shot James a quick text telling him you called an Uber to take you home.

 Grayson revealing that to you made this huge weight be lifted off your shoulders. You felt free and happy. You finally got the confirmation. You finally got the sign you have been waiting for. You, Y/N, could finally move on from Ethan Dolan.

5 things to invest in before Designer Items

Who wants to be an SB forever? The goal of being an SB is to set yourself up so you don’t ever have to worry about money again. Chanel bags, Dior glasses, and Louboutins are nice but they will not keep a roof over your head and food in your fridge. Have 2 or 3 key pieces of designer items that you switch out until the important things are taken care of, then go crazy!! :) Here are some suggestions, tips, and tricks on what to do with your allowance so you don’t have worries. 💁🏽

RENT/MORTGAGE (right away)

Your SD should minimally be paying your rent on a monthly basis. On any level, he should help you pay for your house, condo, or apartment.

Here’s a story about a friend of mine we will call her Candy. She’s had an SD for about 2 years, this man is generous to her in so many ways but one way he has been generous is buying her a $1.1m condo in cash in her name. Now Candy has a fully paid for condo in a major city and a roof over her head. I know and have been in shaky situations. Many SD can’t always be that generous. But on other levels, suggest your SD pay several months to years of your rent in advance. If he’s genuine this won’t be a problem and you will be stress free.


Ladies, this one is important. Every month put money away, even the smallest amounts, into some type interest bearing account. When your money is making money, that’s where real wealth comes from. Be smart! We do not want to depend on these men for life. Even if we do choose to continue dating affluent men forever, which I definitely will 💰💸😍.

BUSINESS (after a few months/year)

Figure out some business you can start, and if you are not sure, ask your SD for help. He did become successful in some way. He either has the financial resources to make your business happen or the network. Tap into it. This will help you in the long run!

COLLEGE (right away)

Having college debt is the worst, talking from first hand experience, so having your daddy pay for your college experience or cover debt you’ve already occurred will be great for your credit history and help you with your future.

BUILD YOUR CREDIT (after a few months/year)

Once you’ve built trust, you can ask your daddy to add you to his credit line. This doesn’t affect his credit and only builds yours. Especially if he’s paying for it, of course. This is a good option for some daddies who don’t want constant cash transactions. You can also have a combo of both, cash and credit. Be creative 💝

All of these tips, tricks and suggestions may not be found in one daddy. Have as many as it takes or one but ladies lets build our futures the right way! :) 

P.S. My antidotes of friends and myself are all TRUE! I’m only sharing what I know. It’s not fiction.  

Fostered Love Chapter 1

Summary: After talking to her teacher and crush, Fueguchi Hinami decides to take up the extra credit suggestion he had presented. Through it she gets to know :re orphanage and it’s associates - as well as Kirishima Ayato, that from now on shall be her partner in babysitting.

Notes: Hello everyone! 🙏 So this is an au I’ve been cooking up ever since dadyato ™ showed up last chapter. I’m really excited for it and I have tons of ideas for it, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. This will mainly be a drama/fluff fic, so please keep that in your minds. I’m also very sorry ahead of time because I think I mislead a few people and exaggrated how fluffy it will be, because this chapter is one of the less fluffy ones. Also please note none of the kids are OC’s, they’re the Aogiri + Underground children! I only gave them names because they’re unnamed as of this moment 💛 

Chapter Summary:  
Hinami is introduced to the extra credit option and takes it up while she’s in daze over her homeroom teacher, Kaneki Ken. Following what he suggested her, she goes an orphanage by the name of :re, and discovers how nice it is to work with kids - while how bad it is to work with adults. (4.7k)

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Loki x Reader: Honeymooners pt 1

Gonna turn this into a multi chapter thing since it’s getting kinda long. The prompt about reader and Loki going undercover as honeymooners at a fancy honeymoon destination that I said I’d write forever ago but didn’t get around to

(So if you’re going under cover for anything, you’d probably want fake names, but I don’t want to make up fake names and I like using Loki’s name so yea…)

A loud ringing from your nightstand roused you from your deep sleep. Your eyes opened instantly, years of training instantly putting you on alert as you recognize a mission briefing call. “I’m here.” You answered.

 "Agent, good, head up to the debriefing room,“ Mariah Hill’s voice came through the speaker, "we have your next assignment.”

You nodded, the last traces of sleep leaving you as you remembered she couldn’t see. “Should I grab my partner?”

“Not yet, he’s getting a debriefing packet but there’s classified information we need to go over with you separately.”

You raised an eyebrow. Loki, god of mischief, currently tasked with aiding SHIELD for glorified community service and thus your partner on most missions, would be debriefed separately? If you were working together, wouldn’t the logical thing be to brief you simultaneously so any ideas the other had or questions could be addressed together? You knew better than to ask questions though, Mariah would just end up repeating her orders. “Understood, I’ll be there in ten.”

“Hurry, your transport leaves in two hours, everything you need is packed, so this debriefing has to be fast.”

You sighed as she hung up, failure to plan on SHIELD’s part always warranted an emergency on your part. Hopefully the travel time would be long so you and Loki could fill each other in on anything that had been missed. Still, something about separate briefings disturbed you. No sense in worrying about it now though, time was ticking and you still needed to shower.

Ten minutes later, you were rushing into the briefing room where Mariah sat at a long high-tech table, a TV screen displaying a mountain lodge behind her. “Recognize it?” Mariah asked, looking up as you entered.

You stared at the screen blankly, searching your memory. The lodge seemed familiar in a dreamlike way, but nothing truly stood out.

“Not sure, your history and all, but some little girls grow up planning their dream weddings and honeymoon vacations.”

You frowned glancing between her and the screen. “I’d never really thought about it, I guess. Marriage might come some day, but I’ve had other things to worry about. Maybe friends planned their’s…” You trailed off, not sure what she was getting at.

Mariah smiled, “don’t worry, it’s not a test, just was wondering if you recognized it. That’s the location of your mission. ‘Lover’s Lodge, Honeymoon Resort’, honeymoon destination of only the wealthiest and luckiest clients. It’s such a destination resort that any who attend have to prove they’ve been married in the last 48 hours. Officially they prefer 24, but occasionally travel gets interrupted and they felt like expanding the inclusion list. Newlyweds plan their weddings around when there’s space available here, very exclusive.”

“I’ll bet.” You crossed your arms, not wholly impressed. Sure it was an interesting place to visit, presumably anyone lucky enough to be an actual guest would enjoy it, but that type of feather in your cap didn’t particularly interest you, not when you’d been told of an impending mission and you were very much single. Sure you pined after a guy, but he was millennia out of your league and definitely didn’t return the feelings. Plus with your busy work schedule, dating really had taken a back seat to your plans.

“So what’s the mission?” You finally prompted.

Mariah blinked, “there’s underground seismic activity. Gamma levels are off the charts. We have reason to believe a magical portal of sorts is open in an underground area. The lodge itself exists in a weird jurisdiction and since the portal is believed to be magic in nature, we need your partner to investigate it.”


She nodded, “he’s uniquely equipped to handle magical enemies and we don’t particularly trust him to do anything solo. The god of lies title and history inspires a great deal of understandable distrust.”

You shrugged, “fair enough. I trust him though.”

“Which makes you uniquely suited to operate as his partner, as well as the other portion of this undercover operation.”

You were starting to get a headache, she seemed to be hinting at something without daring to say the actual nature of what she meant. “So we’re undercover as work staff?”

Mariah smiled thinly, “I was hoping you might’ve guessed… no, the owner needs to be investigated to see if he has any part to play in the operation of this portal and the background checks and period of time it would take to sneak you into the workforce would be far too long.”

“So?” You prompted, mind not quite working.

“I need you to go undercover as guests. Far more freedom to move around this way.”

You swallowed hard, mind reeling. “But guests have to be newlyweds…”

Mariah held up a sheet of paper. Warily, you took it from her, examining it carefully. There in crisp new letters, signed by the state of New York, lay your full name married to Loki Laufeyson. You looked up at her stunned, “what the hell is this?”

“Less than 48 hour old marriage license between you and Loki, thought that was clear. We have wedding pictures as well as several witnesses that can attest the validity of your wedding.”

“You married me to Loki without either of us knowing?” No wonder they didn’t want Loki in attendance, he was sure to be pissed.

“It’s forged, but will fool the admissions there, we snuck a different couple in several weeks ago to make sure. You’re going undercover as a newlywed couple, enjoying all the amenities and making sure to close that portal and if necessary, remove the owner from his position, assuming he is involved. Think of it as a working vacation.”

“With an ornery god, you do know Loki isn’t going to be pleased.”

“It’s a six hour car trip, you’ll have plenty of time to warn him. And it’s by limo, refrigerator and bar fully stock, all expenses paid.”

“What if I refuse?”

“You’ll be out of a job.” Mariah glared at you.

Your eyes flashed, “I’m one of your most loyal and successful agents, one refusal and I’m out on the streets?”

Mariah sighed, “no, you’ll be heavily reprimanded and demoted, pay cut and put on leave, but please, you’re the only one qualified to do this, we need you.”

“You need Loki.”

“He won’t work with anyone else, there’s no punishment we can give him, all of it has to be willing. Even threat of returning to prison on Asgard hardly bothers him. Please, he seems to like you.”

You grit your teeth, that was the bitter crux of it. That Loki considered you an acquaintance of sorts but would never share your feelings. To have to openly act as though you were madly in love with him, only to return to hiding your feelings would kill you. Worse, Loki would either pretend to go along with it and not see how badly it tore you apart each moment, or he would refuse because ultimately he couldn’t even tolerate you as a friend. Nothing of this mission wouldn’t end extremely painfully for you. “Fine, but I’m getting another more expensive vacation after this.”

“It’s practically a vacation already, other than the portal.”

“And an obstinate Loki. That’s the only way I’m agreeing.” You crossed your arms.

“We’ll take it up with Fury, no absolute promises, but I’m sure we can manage something.”


By the time your conversation ended, you were becoming pressed for time. You practically flew out of the room, rushing down the many stairs and out to the waiting limo that Loki sat in, already looking annoyed. His arms were crossed as he glared sullenly out the tinted windows, fingers tapping in time to some unheard beat. “Sorry,” you panted, scrambling in beside him. A soft smile touched the corners of his mouth upon seeing you, “got held up with Mariah.”

Loki nodded, “for a moment, I was worried they might send a replacement for you.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” You winked, settling in as the car lurched forward.

Loki nodded curtly, that smile once more returning. “I take it there’s a reason we were informed separately.”

“Oh yea, and you’re just going to love it.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from your tone and Loki raised his eyebrow curiously. Over the next hour you and Loki shared the various information regarding the specifics of the mission finally coming to the part you dreaded most.

“But all this could just as easily have been told together, why the separation?” Loki mused.

“It’s our cover,” you sighed heavily, lifting up the marriage certificate. Loki frowned, “I suppose I didn’t think we’d spend long there.” You shook your head, “part vacation since it’s a resort and SHIELD is cheap, and we need to investigate the owner as guests. It’s easier than getting us jobs apparently.”

Loki squinted at the paper, “we’re married?” He looked up at you and blinked.

You popped the cork off the bottle you’d been struggling to open, “only technically,” you said taking a long swill. “It’s a forgery but best in the business. Sorry to do that to you, only way they could think of apparently.”

Loki shrugged, “I could think of worse covers.”

You looked at him, mid drink. Slowly you removed the bottle, “really?”

“They could have placed me with a different agent, which would be insufferable.”

You laughed, “yea, I guess.” Still your heart ached, not sure how to vocalize your feelings.

Loki could see the sadness in your eyes but didn’t seem to realize what caused it. “What if we made it into a competition?”

“A competition?” You repeated.

“Whoever appears the better and more in love spouse, the winner.”

You winced internally but you knew you loved a good challenge. Almost unwittingly, you heard yourself answer, “you’re on, I’m going to kick your ass at this.”

“My love, that you could think to hurt me?” Loki placed his hand over his heart in shock.

You scowled, “you didn’t say we started yet!”

“Fair enough agent.”

“What’s the loser have to do?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” Loki smirked.

Scoffing, you retorted, “yea right, I’m going to win.”

The car ride passed uneventfully, you and Loki having plenty of the finer details of the mission to discuss and plan. “So it’s in a sort of mountainous area, built on a number of natural hot springs that make for quite the scenic hot tubs.”

Loki pursed his lips, “perhaps we might skip the hot tubs?”

You stared at him blankly, “and sauna? I gather?”

Loki nodded, “I don’t care for heat much.” He trailed off, looking away. You didn’t press him, but he had alluded to not tolerating heat in the past, perhaps this was related.

“It’s built over an inactive volcano, I believe, dig deep enough and you’ll find lava but no worries of eruption in my life time. At least that’s what SHIELD’s experts seem to think.”

“Is that related to the portal?”

“More like a fun fact.” You shrugged, “and a tram that can take guests down to the beach, only an hour’s ride. Sunbathing could be fun.”

Chuckling, Loki reached for his drink, “I’m sure the number of newlyweds enjoying the sunset will be amusing.”

“Probably. The tram doesn’t stop, every half hour all night. Midnight swims on a clothing optional beach.” You swallowed hard, trying not to picture Loki partaking in that.

“They really are encouraging intimacy everywhere, aren’t they?” Loki blinked, studying you.

The look he gave you was so intense, you found yourself turning away, if only to hide your blush. “Guess so. At least no one will check on whether or not guests do, right?” You forced a weak laugh.

Loki nodded thoughtfully, “that would be awfully invasive of them.”

Sleeping with Loki, or rather sleeping with Loki had only briefly crossed your mind. It would be hard to get around not sharing a bed but two mature adults could handle that surely, but if anyone noticed? That would be the final nail in your coffin to fake sex with Loki just to maintain your cover, or real but wasn’t mutually desired.

“Agent?” Loki prompted, pulling your mind back to the present.

“Meeting the owner might be challenging if he’s behind the portal.” You forced yourself to change the subject. “Though I believe he greets each couple personally during their stay, guess we’ll have to meet as many couples as possible to increase our chances of running into him.”

Loki sighed, resting his chin on his fist, “wonderful, socializing with mortals.”


“Oh! Loki!” You paused, “I mean, darling look! We’re here I think!”

Loki straightened up, roused from his bored stupor and followed your pointing finger out the window. For the past half hour, the limo had been winding its way slowly upwards through a forested mountainside and it had at long last shown signs of nearing a massive resort. The picture Mariah had shown you really didn’t do the place justice for its size and splendor, anyone fortunate enough to visit would definitely have to pay a small fortune.

Loki chuckled at your pet name for him, “So we have, congratulations on our first day of marriage.”

You reached for your phone and opened it, noticing a barrage of pictures featuring you and Loki photoshopped into a number of wedding poses. It had been a small, private affair apparently, contrasting notably with the amount that would go towards the honeymoon but it was evidently about the two of you and no one else.

Loki leaned against you, staring down at the pictures. You could feel your cheeks heating in a blush at the close proximity, you had been this close before and managed to hide your feelings, why was it suddenly different? You silently admonished yourself.

“That’s a lovely dress,” Loki murmured, tilting his head to the side. His long hair brushed against your cheek and you fought back a shiver. “Somehow, I think the dress would look better on the actual you, not this model they chose.”

You furrowed your brows, surprised by the sincerity of the compliment. Opening your mouth, you looked up to ask him if he was acting or meant it but Loki’s attention was already back to the sprawling grounds of the resort. Your mouth fell shut and you stayed quiet.

The limo finally rolled to a stop, the door opening as the two of you scrambled out. Loki left first, turning around and offering you his hand to help you, placing a gentle kiss on it before allowing you to straighten up completely out of the car.

You closed your eyes, praying silently for patience, strength to make it through this mission, then slowly opened them and beamed at Loki. The flirtatious giggle came easy to you as you leaned forward and pecked his cheek. Loki stiffened for a moment, before sinking into your touch as though it were the most natural thing ever.

“Do you have the marriage license, love?”

“Right here, sweetie.” You giggled again, waving it for him.

Loki pursed his lips, eyes darkening, clearly not amused by the pet name. If you were going to suffer, dying for this to be real, you might as well punish Loki with cute names. A hotelier approached as the two of you stood there, no time to turn back now.


 Power always comes with a price.

 Her gift was unique, unparalleled, feared. The castle respected her out of that fear.

 Uncontrollable at first, but when controlled something even greater. She learned out of necessity, and was constantly told that if she ever lost that control, everything would be destroyed.

 Control became a very important thing for her to have. Over others, and herself.

 The castle grew to use her a public figurehead; strong, powerful, but never quite herself. Lonely.

 Had the Alteans realized this, perhaps the race could have survived.

 Instead, her loneliness turned into bitterness, which spread through her like an infection. Yet she never lashed out, did what she was told, and remained as a figurehead.

 She hated it. Bitterness that was sweetened by the thoughts of revenge, overruling, and to let her power loose for the first time in years.

 Imagine when a Galra, not an Altean, noticed her loneliness and offered a hand. How detached she truly was from her own race to have someone else present her a chance at life.

 How foolish.

 The Galra boy was ambitious, respected, young, naive. It didn’t take long for her to manipulate his previously ambitious thoughts into something that resembled her own darkened desires. She fed him ideas, power, thoughts of leadership and total rule.

 It would all begin with the annihilation of the Altean race. The base cause of her misery, her pain, her loneliness, how eshe ended up like this.

 Zarkon did not fight this. In fact, he relished the thought of finally beating his superior, Alfor. In his feverish, controlled mind, it was all still a competition, a game, a way of showing who was better.

 It wasn’t until that he saw Alfor’s horrified face that day, when Zarkon went to go slay the older man, that he realized what he had done.

 Thousands of lives lost. The burning bodies that littered the once- pristine castle grounds, and the belated horror and disbelief on Alfor’s face that his once- trustable Black Paladin had turned into a monster.

 Zarkon could not live with this idea, but Haggar pushed his mind. Think, she commanded. It can all end if you just destroy them all. Don’t you trust me?

 His bayard sinks deep into Alfor’s chest.

 Later, when Haggar found Zarkon weeping in a corner, she consoled him. Told him that it was the bravest and most noble thing he had ever done. Zarkon’s pain furthered her control of him, as she promised him unlimited power through quintessence, opening up laboratories for her experiments.

 After eons of controlling her power, she let it loose. Energy so strong it enough to power up their own castle, enough energy to transform the once- noble Galra soldier into a monster everyone knew to fear and hate.

 Throughout the years, Haggar stood by his side. For ten thousand years, she manipulated him and fueled him, turning him into the perfect battle machine. Zarkon no longer felt the emotions that had tied him down so long ago, and proceeded on total domination of the universe he had been promised.

 His conscience was wavered when he saw the Black Lion for the first time in those ten thousand years. Something that was reawakened after being sealed away for so long, resurfacing into an ugly obsession to get what was his back.

 Haggar feared Voltron. Despite spending all these years on perfecting her RoboBeasts, they were still no match for Voltron’s true power. When it was re-formed, she set out to destroy it as soon as possible. Yet her haste led to the Voltron team becoming even stronger, and when she finally noticed on how intent Zarkon was on recapturing the last thing he knew of his past, she realized.

 Zarkon had not been controlled- he had been manipulated, yes, but her power fuelled his feverish desire. He wanted Voltron back because it was his last chance at finding a true family.

 In all their time together, Haggar had never listened to his wishes, only used him as her figurehead. Just like the Alteans had done to her.

 Perhaps that was why she stepped down a bit, and let Zarkon’s mind go. Perhaps that was why she took his orders, realizing that they were equals, and let herself follow his ideals and his goal of capturing his lion. She chose to let him lead for the first time since his reign, and it made him happy.

 Did she learn to regret her decision after he died following those ambitions?

 Power came with a price. Her payment of ten thousand years of control was losing the one that had taken the time to understand her.

She sees history repeat itself. A lost Paladin this time, being offered a second chance in the Galran ranks. To be loved. To be appreciated. To be known.

 To never be lonely again.

 But Haggar also knows what happens to the misguided, the desperate, the learned malevolence that corrupts the soul. Her reluctance shows when the Prince comes to her, excited over his finding of the paladin, and the potential use they could make of him.

 Haggar’s power came with a price, and her price had yet to be fully paid.

Have some haggar back story u fuckin nerds