has this already been done oh man

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“Rousseau says: If we assume man has been corrupted by an artificial civilization, what is the natural state? The state of nature from which he has been removed? Imagine wandering up dan down the forest without industry, without speech, and without home.”

  • Washington: Nice work.
  • Hamilton: Alright, cool. Thanks, dad.
  • Lafayette: Oh my God.
  • Hamilton: What? Why is everyone staring at me?
  • Laurens: You just called Washington "dad". You said, "thanks, dad."
  • Hamilton: What? No, I didn't. I said, "thanks, man."
  • Washington: Do you see me as a father figure, Alexander?
  • Hamilton: No, I see you as a bother figure! Because you're always bothering me!
  • Lafayette: Hey, show your father some respect!

anonymous asked:

TO BE HONEST.... all Jonas has to do is give Mitch a Sad Doe-Eyed Look™ and Mitch Fucking Mueller will do whatever the hell Jo wants. a delicious sandwich? already made. change out of a nasty shirt Mitch's been wearing for three days? he's already out of it. murder a man? consider it done. just wants a sweet kiss and a nice hug? oh HELL yeah Mitch is ON IT baby. he just fucking melts into a mindless puddle that is Jo's to command

I don’t have anything smart to say but YOU’RE FUCKIN RIGHT

Finished this at 1:30 am. I think we all secretly want Chicago to be a horrid person.


The girls are all gathered at one of the quieter sections in the restaurant of the hotel they were currently residing at. Laughter and singing could be heard throughout the restaurant, judging by the dirty looks that many people were throwing them.

As the girls ate their meals, the conversations became hushed, but not dead.

Burping loudly, Fat Amy casually commented, “So Chlo… where’s that handsome military man who has been vying for your attention?”

The Australian quickly glanced at the now sullen brunette sitting opposite her; maybe this would give her the push she needed to do something about her feelings.

A faint blush appeared on the redhead’s cheeks. Suddenly shy, she turned her eyes to the table and bit her lower lip thoughtfully. “Well, I-l”

She was interrupted by the buxom brunette as she carefully inspected her perfect cuticles. “Yeah girl! If I were you, I’d have already done him twice by now…”

Not to be outdone, the Australian retaliated, “Oh please Miss Sex-On-Legs… he’d be eating off the palm of my hand long before you’d get your two rounds out of him!”

Chloe’s anxious blue eyes bounced back and forth between the two girls, wanting to stop the argument before they were kicked out of yet again another restaurant. “Yeah, but-” She was once more cut off by Stacie.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it you-”

Aubrey spoke over the girl, and gently tapped Chloe’s arm to get her attention. “He’s the type of man my daddy would tell me is reliable, respectful and passionate.”

The intimidating blonde had incredibly high standards when it came to people who wanted to date her best friend. Compared to every other guy, he was a shoe in… however, she knew that her best friend did not want someone safe… but someone real. Of course Chicago was real, but maybe not the kind of real that Chloe’s heart was attracted to… unlike one other person.

Aubrey’s musings were broken by a perplexed, “I don’t see it,” from Cynthia-Rose; The Bellas’ resident lesbian.

A sarcastic “That’s because you prefer Tacos over disgusting hot dogs” was heard in response and, although Beca was the Queen of Sarcasm, there was something else hidden in her tone… bitterness maybe.

Chloe glared at the younger brunette, something that surprised the other girls.

Everyone could see that Beca had changed; she was more open, especially around Chloe… and because of Chloe. She was more receptive of touching and contact… however, after meeting the taller and handsome man that had caught Chloe’s interest… she had closed up once more. Old habits die hard.

Turning back to Cynthia-Rose, after ignoring Beca’s scathing remark, she said “sometimes it’s nice to feel appreciated, beautiful, even. In fact, when I returned to my hotel room, I found the most beautiful flowers on my bedside table.” The girls gasped in awe.

Chloe continued, “I didn’t even remember telling Chicago that they were my favourite type and when I asked him about it, he acted all surprised and then said he was glad I liked them and that he ‘had a feeling’ that they were my favourite.”

Fat Amy glanced next to her at Beca and noticed her hands clench into fists upon the surface of the table, her head bowed, and that she was blinking rapidly… as if trying not to cry. She gasped, and Beca turned to her questioningly.

Her eyes wide in shock, Amy turned back to Chloe and interrupted her once more. “Were those flowers Orchids by any chance?”

“Yeah, why?”

The Australian felt her heart break for her best friend, who was looking away once more. Unbeknownst to anyone, Amy had seen the flowers in hers and Beca’s shared room whilst the younger girl had been showering.

“Nothing. I just find it strange how Chicago had known when you didn’t tell him. It doesn’t sound like something he’d remember.”

Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment, “I suppose you’re right, but he admitted to buying them for me… and writing the poem that sat next to the flowers… it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read in my life.” She gushed.

Aubrey sat up straight at Chloe’s words, her eyes darting directly to Beca’s… could it be possible? Beca’s eyes shimmered in anguish.

“Chlo, I need you to tell me word for word what this poem said.” There was no amusement in her tone; Aubrey knew something felt off with Chicago, but this… this had crossed the line.

“Why?” Chloe demanded, suddenly defensive.

“Please?”

Sighing, she took out the folded piece of paper from her purse and cleared her throat.


Each morn the sun rises bringing with it an abundance of hope and certainty.

Certainty that everything will be okay, that the sun will always continue to rise

Even on our worst days.

Our worst days that overshadow us with darkness and hopelessness.

They submerge us until we feel that nothing could ever bring us back to real life.

You are the shining star that never fails to guide us home,

Through the rough and stormy seas, you are our calmness, our hope, our saviour.

You take our hands in yours, and with a gentle smile, you embrace us into your warmth, with never an intention of letting go.

With each word that falls from your lips,

It replenishes that courage that was long thought lost.

With each beat that accompanies your ideas, it reminds us that we are alive and that we should never give up.

With each melody and harmony that embeds itself into your music, you remind us that there is nothing to be afraid of.

In this great, big and beautiful world where each crevice unfolds new mysteries and secrets,

We are who we are; that will never change”


The girls gasped once more… there was something in the words. It didn’t sound like Chicago, but no one dared to burst Chloe’s bubble as she stared at the words dreamily.

Beca stood up suddenly and rushed to the rest room; leaving the girls in an awkward silence.

Aubrey decided to take matters into her own hands; of course she recognised the poem. Beca had asked her opinion on it, she just had no idea that Chloe was the subject matter… and here was Chicago taking credit for something he clearly did not do.

Aubrey was not blind, she could see that Beca was in love with Chloe; however she also knew that Chicago was Chloe’s way of trying to move on from Beca… unsuccessfully, she might add. She couldn’t believe that military man was claiming the credit. She had to say something. She and Beca had had their differences, but those had been long settled and they were very good friends.

Staring after the brunette, Chloe wondered what was wrong with her.

Taking a measured breath, Aubrey grabs her best friend’s attention by tapping her shoulder. “I’m sorry Chloe, but I can’t let the facade continue. It wasn’t Chicago that left you the poem and flowers… it was Beca.”

Thinking it was a joke, Chloe giggled, but seeing her best friend’s face remain unchanged, her smile dropped and she looked through the words once more.

Her attention was grabbed the moment Beca returned to the table from the bathroom.

“YOU WROTE THIS?!” Chloe shouted in disbelief, attracting unwanted attention.

anonymous asked:

Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.

i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.

and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.

but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.

i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway

(they people putting on this play are probably college students)

(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)

getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?

there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays. 

jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.

trust me, he likes plays.

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anonymous asked:

happy birthday!!! word: butt character: yuuri katsuki

Oh geez anon, what have you done??? Ha ha ha here comes your 5+1, Five Times Victor admired Yuuri’s butt from a far and one time… he got a bit closer… lol (The whole thing is under the cut, just in case although not super NFSW, it is all about Yuuri’s butt ha ha)

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes and for prompting me in the Nerd Birthday Game !!!

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Zimbits AU not!fic (Jack still went to Samwell, Bitty went on to become a figure skating medalist.)

Alicia and Bob end up having another kid (long story short, Alicia thought it was menopause, it wasn’t, it was Jack’s little sister). Jack dotes on her, and she totally has him wrapped around her little 5-year-old finger. She wants skating lessons, and of course when Jack offers she rolls her eyes and scoffs.

No, I want proper skating lessons. I don’t want to play hockey.”

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anonymous asked:

FUCK YES FIGURE SKATING AU *BANGS ON TABLE* I NEED IT BB

Oh man, good. Because ever since I answered that ask I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I already know what to call it - Kiss & Cry, haha so original right? Legit have not stopped thinking about this AU. I don’t care if it’s been done, I’m doing it bun-o-ween style.

Imagine this: Ciel is like eighteen, he’s really tiny - he has to be, to be an incredible figure skater. He’s rich too, his family is rich. He wears flawless little skates, expensive outfits, always has a new phone, new earphones, flash little backpack, water bottle with a filter, fucking lemon wedge in it. He’s flawless, everyone loves him, but he’s got secrets. Like ever since he turned eighteen, his naturally quick metabolism hasn’t been as kind and he’s started putting on weight again. He tightened his diet, his gym schedule… but it’s not enough. So now he has his tiny, perfect meals and then he gets down on his tiny, perfect knees in the bathroom and sticks his finger down his throat.

Sebastian’s a bit older. He’s on a hockey team, they’re a huge deal and everyone loves them. Especially Michaelis. He’s tall, of few words. Wears all black in a way that says I’m not trying but I know I look good in this. Worn out 90s band shirts, sweaters, anything to cover up all the bruises, cuts and scars. He’s got issues too - he’s too violent. Someone on the opposing team looks at him wrong? A brawl breaks out across the ice. Someone in the crowd yells at him? He’s jumped the barriers mid-game before. Very Shizuo-style. Everyone turns a blind eye as long as he keeps winning. He’s got tattoos too, and maybe a cute little scar across the bridge of his nose.

And Ciel hates him because Michaelis is talented, hot and popular all without trying and Ciel is starving himself to be all of that - it comes so easily to the brute. Plus he watches him, after practice. Ciel can always smell him, in his stupid dark sweaters, sweaty. Sebastian likes when Ciel gets upset, likes watching him skate so pretty. He follows him around like a dog, always keeping a safe distance, never saying anything. His friends all tease him because he’s obsessed with the Phantomhive brat. He can’t help it, Ciel is so small, so gorgeous. Too small.

Sebastian hates Ciel’s apartment. It’s clean, bright. He feels like he makes everything dirty. He’s too big for the sofa or the bed, donks his head, breaks all Ciel’s delicate possessions with his clumsy hands.

Ciel hates Sebastian’s apartment, because it’s dark and minimal and there’s weird plants and books and it smells like incence and sweat. But Sebastian likes how he looks on the bed, scarless legs all bare, wrapped up in one of his threadbare band shirts. Grabs his ass all hard, tells him there’s not enough of it, forces him to eat, wants him to fill out. Obsessed with his ass, holds his ass rough in public, in front of people Ciel knows. He wants to die of embarrassment, that tattooed hand right on his ass, like he owns him.

Spreading the gospel

Yesterday was coming out Day. As my husband says, we’re in the closet, but the door is open. I’m tired from hiding the identity of the people I love and who are deeply important to me. It takes a great deal of effort, and I don’t think I do a very good job anyway. I recently opened up to a good friend at work who cut me off…telling me she already thought we were swinging. Anyway…on with our story.

I got into a conversation with a friend of mine in my yoga teacher training yesterday about some artwork my daughter had done on the front of my book. More conversation…Yadda yadda…has she always been artistic…no but she designed one of my tattoos….”oh really what does it mean?” “Well, the colors are for bisexual because I’m bisexual.” (The 20 year old across the room squeals OH MY GOD!!! I’M BISEXUAL TOO! YAY!-so cute btw). My friend says “but you’re married…like to a man…”. Yes. I say. But I’m dating a wonderful woman. And her husband. And my husband is dating my girlfriend. Cue a million questions….what about the kids ? What about holidays? Do we all live together? How did this happen? And at the end…huh…I never knew that existed.

A few minutes later another girl came over. Turns out she had been in a pretty bad mono marriage. She had always been attracted to women and maybe men and now didn’t really know except her family is not on board with anything except heteronormativity. She is interested in long term relationships, but definitely doesn’t want what she had. She overheard my conversation and never knew anything like that existed. Long story short, we may be becoming sherpas for a super sweet girl exploring her own poly life. How cool would that be?

anonymous asked:

thoughts about the latest clip? you've been quiet about it!!

my thoughts?

i’m …….. i was expecting a lot more tbh. a lot lot more.

i thought sana would open up a lil bit? to isak? or that even and sana would … talk a lil bit?

like? you can’t just show a fight happening pre-hiatus, one in which the muslim boys of colour involved have, for 2 weeks, been painted as homophobic thugs, without some explanation or clarity to the situation?

and its just, now sana’s gone behind isak’s back and gotten this new info … like we already have SO MANY plots going on, and now we got this?

and literally don’t even get me started on no mention of ramadhan, where even could have so clearly had just said “oh it’s ramadhan soon, isn’t it?” just, SOMETHING like that, man?? the islam rep this season has just been pushed back SO MUCH? like, there’s a balance between showing islam and islamophobia, and all we’re getting now is islamophobia?

and now people will invalidate sana’s anger bc woc’s anger is always invalidated as “bad rep”, and like …. julie could have done this so much better by having isak and sana doing this together??? but sana goes behind isak’s back and does this?

and yeah i just ……….. i’m frustrated, man.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please write a Rex oneshot with the prompt "What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again." and/or "I love it when you're rough"? You don't have to write it if you don't want to 😊 I hope you feel better soon!

Authors note: I love Rex too much, so I loved writing some smut out for you guys! I haven’t written too much smut so I am sorry if it isn’t that good. 

Words: 1266

Warnings: Smutty smut smut! 

The love of her life has been gone for two months, no private transmissions, no private messages, but she knew he was alive from the transmissions sent to the council by General Skywalker. With the transmissions Y/n saw him with his helmet off, she couldn’t stop admiring how handsome he was, along with how tired he was. So when the news arrived to her that General Skywalker and his battalion were returning to Coruscant she almost jumped up in excitement. Throughout the day Y/n did what she did nearly other day, but with a little excited jump in her steps, some of the others noticed, but she just blamed it on waking up well. They could be back any hour, and Y/n paid very close attention to the details of who was coming into the hangar bay. The day went on, and Y/n became much more tired and hopeless, thinking that they would be here by tomorrow, so she returned to her chambers. It seemed as if she only closed her eyes for a moment, but the sound of quiet knocking awoke her.

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Bonnie: We’ve been treated like cattle.
The Doctor: So what?
Bonnie: We’ve been left to fend for ourselves.
The Doctor: So is everyone.
Bonnie: It’s not fair.
The Doctor: Ooooh it’s not fair. I didn’t realize that it was not fair. Well you know what? My tardis doesn’t work properly and I don’t have my own personal tailor.
Bonnie: The things don’t equate. 
The Doctor: These things have happened Zygella, they are facts. You just want cruelty to beget cruelty. You’re not superior to people who were cruel to you. You’re just a whole bunch of new cruel people. A whole bunch of new cruel people, being cruel to some other people, who’ll end up being cruel to you. The only way anyone can live in peace is if they’re prepared to forgive. Why don’t you break the cycle?
Bonnie: Why should we?
The Doctor: What is it that you actually want?
Bonnie: War.
The Doctor: Ah. And when this war is over, when – when you have the homeland free from humans, what do you think it’s going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you’re very close to getting what you want. What’s it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want people to go to work? What’ll be holidays? Oh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who will make the violins? Well? Oh, You don’t actually know, do you? Because, just like every other tantruming child in history, Bonnie, you don’t actually know what you want. So, let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you’ve killed all the bad guys, and it’s all perfect and just and fair, when you have finally got it exactly the way you want it, what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to protect your glorious revolution from the next one?
Bonnie: We’ll win.
Doctor: Oh, will you? Well maybe – maybe you will win. But nobody wins for long. The wheel just keepts turning. So, come on. Break the cycle.
Bonnie: Then why are you still talking?
The Doctor: Because I’m trying to get you to see. And I’m almost there.
Bonnie: Do you know what I see, Doctor? A box. A box with everything I need. A 50% chance.
Kate: For us, too.
[The Doctor sighs.]
The Doctor: And we’re off! Fingers on buzzers! Are you feeling lucky? Are you ready to play the game? Who’s going to be quickest? Who’s going to be the luckiest?
Kate: This is not a game!
The Doctor: No, it’s not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that most sincerely.
Bonnie: Why are you doing this?
Kate: Yes, I’d like to know that too. You set this up – why?
The Doctor: Because it’s not a game, Kate. This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought right there in front of you. Because it’s always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who’s going to die. You don’t know who’s children are going to scream and burn. How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they’re always going to have to do from the very beginning – sit down and talk! Listen to me, listen. I just – I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It’s just a fancy word for changing your mind.
Bonnie: I will not change my mind.
The Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box. You could walk right out of that door, and you could stand your revolution down.
Bonnie: No, I’m not stopping this, Doctor. I started it. I will not stop it. You think they’ll let me go after what I’ve done?
The Doctor: You’re all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? “Look at me, I’m unforgivable.” Well here’s the unforeseeable, I forgive you. After all you’ve done. I forgive you.
Bonnie: You don’t understand. You will never understand.
The Doctor: I don’t understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. I mean, do you call this a war, this funny little thing? This is not a war. I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine, and when I close my eyes… I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight… Til it burns your hand. And you say this – no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch.
[Kate closes her box.]
The Doctor: Thank you. Thank you.
Kate: I’m sorry.
The Doctor: I know. I know, thank you.
[The Doctor looks back to Bonnie.]
Well?
Bonnie: It’s empty, isn’t it? Both boxes – there’s nothing in them. Just buttons.
The Doctor: Of course. But you know how you know that? Because you’ve started to think like me. It’s hell, isn’t it? No one should have to think like that. And no one will. Not on our watch.
[The Doctor and Bonnie stare at one another for a moment.]
The Doctor: Gotcha.
Bonnie: How can you be so sure?
The Doctor: Because you have a disadvantage, Zygella. I know that face.
Kate: Well, this is all very well, but we know the boxes are empty now. We can’t forget that.
The Doctor: No, well, uh… You’ve said that the last 15 times.
[The Doctor uses his sonic sunglasses to erase Kate’s and the zygons memories with the memory erasers that the room already has.]
Bonnie: You didn’t wipe my memory.
The Doctor: No. Just Kate’s. Oh, and your little friends here, of course. When they wake up, they won’t remember what you’ve done. It’ll be our secret.
Bonnie: You’re going to protect me?
Osgood: Well, you’re one of us now, whether you like it or not.
Bonnie: I don’t understand how you could just forgive me.
The Doctor: Because I’ve been where you have. There was another box. I was gonna press another button. I was going to wipe out all of my own kind. Man, woman, and child. I was so sure I was right.
Bonnie: What happened?
The Doctor: Same thing that happened to you. I let Clara Oswald get inside my head.
[The Doctor looks at Clara.]
The Doctor: Trust me… She doesn’t leave.
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The Doctor’s Speech in The Zygon Inversion

I meant to post this earlier, but just haven’t gotten around to it till now… but this was seriously one of the most impactful speeches ever on tv. This is why this show is my absolute favorite show. I wanted to share his full speech. It was incredible. Please reblog if you agree!!

I don’t know if it has already been done, for I haven’t seen it yet,

But low-key would love if there was a fanfic in where Patton was passively to bluntly flirting with Logan with space related puns, but they would either go over the other’s head as he tries to scientifically correct Morality or it leaves Logan questioning before filing it away as Patton being Patton, but Patton continues either way, even when he may lose a bit of heart in it.

That is until Logan low-key space puns back to him.

Bonus points if there is a pun involving Saturn and Beyonce’s, “Single Ladies” at some point because they may or may not have started this train of thought. Woops.

Extra Bonus points if Patton ruins the moment with one last terrible pun.

Allll the points with it being further ruined with either Virgil or Roman shouting out,”Finally! You owe me ten bucks.” because they may or may not have been betting who would make the final move at the end and was listening in because they are dorks.

  • Washington: I could use all the help I can get...I'm in //dire// need of assistance.
  • Burr: Your Excellency Sir-
  • Washington: no not you