“I went to the Women’s March with my female castmates, and we had a blast. It was empowering. We were in Vancouver and we didn’t even think that there was going to be a march and then one of our directors on the pilot was in town and he went. Then the moms on the show went and we sort of marched together. In that way, I feel like [politics] can kind of bring people together; the more people you have on your side, the better. You feel unified and have a purpose.”
June 29, 1994: Happy 23rd birthday, Camila Mendes!
BTS Reaction to finding out you watch their FMV edits on YouTube
Min Yoongi, being the ultimate grandpa that he is, would ask “What in the fuck is an FMV?” You’d be almost too embarrassed to show him, but once you showed Yoongi one, his eyes would get wide, more wide than you had ever seen them before. “How many of these are there?” He’d ask in awe/wonder. Knuckles cracking, you’d have an almost maniacal grin on your face. “We haven’t even touched the surface,” As you typed vigorously into the url bar, looking up what was last watched in your history.
Kim Namjoon knew excatly what FMV’s were, and what exactly was flowing through the inter webs of Youtube. He’d smirk sassily at you, almost taunting you with his gaze, “There’s so many of them out there, Y/N, which ones do you watch exactly?” Your face would turn bright red, as you didn’t want to admit any of the “emotional” ones you had previously watched on a dark night, when you were feeling a little angsty and depressed. “That’s none of your business, Namjoon,” you’d blurt at him, as he chuckled, covering his face amidst his laughter. “You don’t have to lie to kick it, Y/N.”
Jeon Jungkook, you’d think, wouldn’t know what FMV’s were, like Yoongi, but the blush that crept across his face would tell you otherwise. He’d look away, staring at the wall with an open stare, as he asked, “Please don’t tell me you’ve watched the, um, s-sexy ones?” His stutter would make you giggle shyly, as you’d grab his shoulder playfully. “What do you mean by the ‘sexy’ ones, big boy?” Jungkook would sharply turn his head to you in shock, his face twitching in embarrassment. “Y/N, you know what I mean!” As he quickly would stand up, briskly walking out of the room, a flustered look on his face while you giggled hysterically.
Kim Seokjin would clap in excitement that you had seen BTS’ FMV’s as well. “Y/N, I love them so much! Our ARMY’s are so creative and come up with so many amazing scenarios we could be in,” he’d say joyfully, looking at you with a gleaming smile on his face. Taken aback, you’d ask, “Wow, Jin, I didn’t know you would like them so much, which ones are your favorite?” Jin would chuckle, flipping his hair with a stealthy sexiness to it, while admitting, “Of course the fantasy ones with me as the star. Have you seen the Beauty and the Beast ones? You know how much I love Disney Princesses…”
Park Jimin would shyly grin at you, his cheeks raising with a softness, and yet his eyes hid the subtle knowledge of what you were getting at with the FMVs you admitted to watching. “I’ve caught Jungkook watching some of those one night before bed. He was so embarrassed, but I really liked them,” he admitted, scooting a bit closer to you, your jaw dropping at his sudden truth bomb. You would gulp slowly, trying to stay steady against the couch, his sudden closeness making you more aware of your surroundings. Jimin would chuckle lightly, looking at his lap, and then back at you. “Y/N, it’s honestly kind of a turn on that you watch things like that, it makes me know that you think of me in a more adult way.”
Jung Hoseok would be confused at first, but then understand as to why you watched the FMVs on YouTube. “Y/N, am I not cool enough to hang out with in real life, that you have to watch these edits?” He’d ask, almost saddened. You’d suddenly embrace him in your arms, slipping your hands across the backs of his shoulders, rubbing gently. “Of course not, Hoseok! I love you as you are, you know that. It’s just really cool to see all these story line AUs, and see what people come up with, you know?” Hoseok would glance towards your eyes slowly, and then suddenly shine his perfect smile. “Of course I know I’m amazing, I am your favorite pocket of sunshine after all, right?”
Kim Taehyung would flash his boxy, smile filled giggle towards you, as he found your secret liking of FMV’s to be, apparently, hilarious. “What’s so funny, Tae?!” You’d glare at him, flicking his knee with your forefinger, as he’d gasp in faux shock that you “harmed” him. “Y/N, there’s no need for your brutality, especially when I know exactly what kind of those videos are on the internet.” Taehyung would wink at you, as your eyes shifted away from his, rolling to the back of your head in sarcasm. “Oh shut your face, Tae. You know I’m not the only one guilty of watching them. Jimin told me alllll about you and Kookie watching them in his room at 1am last week,” you’d tell him with truth, as you shimmied away, his slack jawed look staring at the back of you as you shifted out of sight.
‘I remember staring at his face and slowly realising that he was rather beautiful, exquisite in fact. I mean, this was the best looking guy I’d seen in years, maybe my whole life. Losing his glasses and changing his name to John was the best thing he ever did.’- Simon Le Bon
Happy birthday to my favorite lady, blacktofade! I’m sorry it’s so short. ;___; This is based off a prompt from a list of meet cutes she sent me a couple weeks ago - this was her favorite. ♥
When Cora had her first kid, Derek — automatically designated babysitter by way of being Cora’s only living sibling — learned a lot about babies. He learned they were much messier than he’d thought they’d be, and loud, and — once Izzy learned how to walk — fast. He loved her deeply, of course, because as she became less of a baby and more like a tiny person she developed a vibrant personality that was as sweet as can be with a little bit of Cora’s fiery temper mixed in, but still: he learned that toddlers were always sticky, and if the house went silent for more than a few minutes, he needed to track her down and clean up whatever mess she’d made.
Sometime after Izzy’s third birthday, Derek learned how strong she was. He’d always heard the phrase “appearances may be deceiving,” which he knew was true in certain circumstances, but if anyone had told him that Izzy was strong enough to break his nose, he wouldn’t have believed them. And yet, that’s exactly what she did, swinging a fucking wiffle ball bat right at his face when she didn’t want to come inside for dinner. The bat met his nose with a clean crack, which he briefly thought was the sound of the plastic, at least until pain flared hot all over his face, and blood started pouring out of his nose.
Because today is the day the lovely @fevers-and-flus graced the world with her presence, and it’s gotta be celebrated, obviously 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Keith woke up with a headache. It wasn’t surprising, he was at a summer camp as a counselor, and it had been miserably hot this week.
Except, the headache seemed to kick off a series of symptoms, one right after the other in what felt like ten minute intervals.
The sore throat came on first - each time he swallowed, he had to fight back a grimace, because it felt as if he had swallowed glass.
Then, the congestion set in. He was suddenly so stuffy that he could no longer breathe through his nose. He could feel it behind his eyes, there was a great pressure that he could still feel building. Along with the congestion came the frequent, scattered sneezes.
A cough bubbled in his throat next, and he found himself muffling an absurd amount of fits into the sleeves of his red hoodie.
The worst symptom seemed to be saved for last. He started shivering, and suddenly felt very achey and miserable, and Keith found himself wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to get warm.
In forty minutes, he went from having a mild headache, to feeling as if he had been hit by a truck.
“Shiro, I think something is wrong with Keith.” Lance said, sitting across from the head of the summer camp. Shiro frowned, and looked over to where Lance was looking.
Keith was slumped over at the table, his arm propping up his head as his eyes drooped shut.
Shiro stood up and made his way over to his camp counselor.
“Hey, man.” He said, putting a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “You alright?”
Keith shook his head, coughing lightly against his fist.
“I’m not feeling so hot.” He rasped, his voice nearly gone.
Shiro frowned, eyes searching Keith’s face. He was pale, and his eyes had bags underneath them, but he didn’t look too bad, so Shiro wasn’t overly concerned. “What’s bothering you? Headache?”
“Among other things.” Keith muttered.
“Have you been drinking water?”
“Keith.” Shiro said, shooting him a flat look. “It’s ninety degrees and humid. You need water. No wonder you don’t feel well.”
“I’m not dehydrated.” Keith groaned, burying his face in the crook of his elbow before letting out a string of sneezes.
Shiro pressed his hand to Keith’s cheek. “You need to go lie down.”
“But…the kids.” He mumbled.
“Lance can handle the kids. I can help him, too, but you shouldn’t be up and about if you’re sick. Go.”
Keith nodded, and made his way to his cabin.
Unfortunately for him, the cabin had no air conditioning, and although he was exhausted and his body was screaming for him to sleep, he couldn’t.
Shiro sent Lance to check on him after an hour.
“Hey, buddy, how’re you feeling? Shiro sent me.” Lance announced, walking into the cabin.
Keith mumbled something unintelligible, his bangs plastered to his forehead. He was staring straight ahead, his eyes completely out of focus as he struggled against the heat to fall asleep.
“Ah, shit.” Lance hissed, putting a hand on Keith’s cheek
And then he was sprinting out of the cabin yelling Shiro’s name.
When Keith came to, he was in the room designated for the camp counselors. It was the only room that was air conditioned.
He was lying on the couch with a wet cloth on his forehead.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. His head was throbbing so badly that he was convinced he was getting a migraine. His body was aching, too, and his throat felt as if he had swallowed glass.
“What?” He mumbled tiredly, dazed confusion clear in his voice.
“Your fever spiked.” Shiro said, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. “How are you feeling?”
Keith just shrugged tiredly. He felt out of it, his brain too fuzzy to formulate coherent thoughts.
A cough bubbled out of his throat, and Shiro grimaced at how harsh and grating it was.
“Here.” Shiro said, handing him a water bottle. “You’re going to stay up here until you’re feeling better. The heat isn’t good for your fever.”
Keith simply nodded, his eyelids dropping. “Thanks.”
“Get some sleep.”